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Jan 1, 2008 15:29:07 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Jan 1, 2008 15:29:07 GMT -5
Sebastian laughed cruelly back at him. After studying the man for several minutes, he'd suddenly discovered the way he carried himself - like a cop. Tall, proud, not saying anything to blatantly obvious, or taking an unecessary risks - although this could just be because Seb was in possession of a gun. Either way, Seb wasn't going to take any excessively reckless chances.
"Fool." He swung around, eyes glinting manically, almost wolf-like. "If I knew, would I be asking?" On seeing Daniel's gaze swerve to the floor where his gun lay, Seb's arm snaked down to grasp his weapon, and strapped it back to his shoulder, his silvery-blue eyes sliding sideways. His manic expression calmed so suddenly, that it made you doubt if it was ever dramatically different, and he flicked the cap of the drinks machine on, pouring himself another cup of tea, this time, his own, rather than stealing Daniel's.
Then from his crouched position, he straightened up, his eyes still gleaming, just a little more placidly now. His gaze swivelled to meet the cop's, and he stood there for a while, scrutinizing him. The he finally proffered a hand, the one without a steaming paper cup of tea gripped tightly in it, a slight sneer still playing on his lips as he did so, although his expression was now more calm, more respectful - but still slightly sour. "Even though it's obvious we don't get along," Seb murmured quietly, raising an eyebrow again. "I guess it's plain manners to introduce myself. I'm Flint. Flint Kestrall."
His face bore a mask of amusement, and intense observation as he spoke, using a false alias for obvious reasons - he was an escaped convict after all. Wanted for murder, theft and perjury - he'd stood in court many times, lying through his teeth, and managing to devise quick, intelligent schemes of escape on each separate occasion - he wasn't so reckless to inform the other man of his real name. If he really was a cop, he'd arrest him on the spot - especially if he realized what Sebastian's true nature was.
Especially if he realized that the fifteen-year old boy was actually an uncontrolled werewolf, a mass murderer, a wanted guy for manslaughter.
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Jan 2, 2008 15:05:54 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 2, 2008 15:05:54 GMT -5
[ Holy crap. Wow. I think I'll reply now ._.; ]
Lights. Voices. Things that weren't with him when he went all black and out-of-it. Heck, he didnt even remember passing out. Causes, he needed those, and he also needed to remember what exactally was going on. Blood loss probrably caused him to trip, and now he was... Okay, that was the big question. Where was he? Well, only one way to answer that...
Ismirshalen's eyes flew open, and at that very moment he wished he hadnt bothered. A hospital. He was in the emergancy room of a hospital. Nurses were rushing around him, running to get things like IVs to pump liquid into his system. Obviously he had gotten there only a few minutes ago, because currently he was lying in one of thier clean white beds, or at least it had been clean, because now there was blood all over it. His blood. With that rememberance came the realization that he was in pain. And a lot of it.
"Get the hell off of me!" Izzy shouted angrily, shoving away one of the nurses, who was trying to sedate him for who-knows-what. The nurse withdrew in surprise, and a few more came to gang up on him. Too bad for them, werewolf strength was not easily beaten. Yanking the tube-y things from his nose and whichever ones were hooking him up to the IV, the black haired ass proceeded to running for the door. Which was, in short, a mistake. Before he reached the thing he was blocked by at least five nurses and one doctor, and while they wouldnt have stopped him, the fact that the fork in his hand had caught onto one of their white coats did. Ismir doubled over in agony, screaming from the pain that erupted from the silver, and after the nurses had finally managed to sedate him he was put back onto the bed, sleeping under drugged influence. Which was acctually not so bad. This scenerio took place in about three minutes, during which time Sebastian was starting to have fun with Daniel.
[ Sorry it's so short, just a bit overwhelmed by the whole kitten-kaboodle load of stuff you guys did ._. Maybe I shouldnt go on mini-vacations so often. ]
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Jan 3, 2008 9:58:41 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Jan 3, 2008 9:58:41 GMT -5
[Uhm, yeah... xD Sorry about that. Sebastian will probably leave in a minute or something if you want. n_n;]
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Jan 3, 2008 10:11:19 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Jan 3, 2008 10:11:19 GMT -5
((xD; sorry for not replying, leaving party's and god knows what have been hectic. *will edit this with a post shortly*))
And thus Daniel concluded this ‘Flint’, or whatever false name he splashed out, was simply annoying. Oh wait, he should seriously stop thinking about how frustrated he was becoming before he got even more annoyed. How could he tell he was lying? A perfect face and charming youthful features weren’t enough to hide the aura amidst him, it flickered and taunted him, as if gaining amusement out of ‘toying’ around with him.
“Right Flint.” Daniel reached up a adjusted his cap, purposely voicing heavy sarcasm when it came to saying ‘Flint‘ to get his point of distrust across. “As lovely as it was to meet you, I really have a job to do.” Not to mention he stole my tea, what a bastard…a freaky one at that. Guys like these…nothing but trouble. “Enjoy the rest of your night.” It was a ritual to say, a lack of care to whatever Flint desired to do, it just wouldn’t be annoying Daniel all night.
Casually, Daniel slipped his hands to his pockets and started down the corridor, showing no desire to move to the exit which Flint so kindly blocked.
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Jan 3, 2008 10:26:25 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Jan 3, 2008 10:26:25 GMT -5
[Wow, Daniel jumps to conclusions rather quickly. xD I might just make Seb disappear in a puff of smoke, like some kind of ninja. I've lost my imagination gland, so I'll lurk for a bit, and see what you and Henrah come up with.]
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Jan 3, 2008 10:31:07 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Jan 3, 2008 10:31:07 GMT -5
((D;''' don't you dare attempt such cheesy act! C: seb can do what he wants~ ... just not randomly 'poof'))
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Jan 3, 2008 10:44:01 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Jan 3, 2008 10:44:01 GMT -5
[D'awh, I'm stuck for ideas. D| I wasn't gonna make him 'poof', just perhaps...melt? xD Nah, kidding. I'll see what I can come up with.]
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Jan 3, 2008 11:45:15 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 3, 2008 11:45:15 GMT -5
[ Hmm... Seb could always go after Dannykins, who is heading... further down the hallway? Maybe he could catch up to Izzy somewhere along there, and then.. Hm...
Originally Mink was gunna have Garnet come in, but she's in a writer's block so unless she gets sudden inspiration, which I really hope she does, cuz that would be really good, and like I would certaintly thank her muchly for posting... -glances around- ]
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Jan 3, 2008 12:53:58 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Jan 3, 2008 12:53:58 GMT -5
[Yeah, me and Minkie were discussing Seb's pack and stuffs...I think I decided that he was going to join Dawn - if that's okay with you - and then somewhere along the line leave and join Twilight? xD Which is why he catapulted himself into this thread. ;'D
Ah, he could go after Danny. o__-o He appears to have developed a certain...fascination with him, but I don't want him to be too annoying. :'D He's already stolen his tea. 'xDDDD]
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Jan 3, 2008 13:06:48 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 3, 2008 13:06:48 GMT -5
[ Ohh, that sounds interesting... Do you think Seb would end up quitting or would Izzy kick him out because of his evil intent once it had gone too far?
Well, if Sebby would go after Danny than Sebby should go after him, whaddaya think? ]
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Jan 3, 2008 19:57:52 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 3, 2008 19:57:52 GMT -5
Mable trekked throughout the hosiptal that she came to know as home ever since that fateful day with the dump truck... tears of course welled up in her large brown eyes at that thought, but she remembered her sworn duty as soon as she saw him... Him?
The striking young man she saw of course. She could have sworn he was definatly /not/ human, and definatly /not/ ugly. Mable desided she'd pay a little 'visit'
On cue she made it to his door and desided to see if kicking a 50 pound door really worked like in the movies...
"Ow,"
She /opened/ the door.
"HEY!" She screamed at the hunched bulk. she jumped onto the round coffee table by the bed, kicking over a glass lamp. "talk about fungsway" "HEY THERE... CHALKY!" she added, giving a hardy wack with her spontanious trash bag.
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Jan 3, 2008 20:31:22 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 3, 2008 20:31:22 GMT -5
Whack! "Oof!" came the sound of a muffled and confused voice. The pale as chalk [as the girl had so kindly reffered to him as] teen rolled over on the bed, tossing over the crumpled sheets and almost pulling out his tube-y things for the second time. He ended up in a sitting position, shoving the obnoxious trash bag off of himself and then finally pausing to look at his attacker.
Um. Okay. So this was a really hot attacker. Izzy blinked his clear blue eyes, sitting there stupidly for a few minutes while he took all the curves-- I mean commotion-- in. Finally he realized that he probrably looked stupid, just sitting there like a pervert. Not like he didnt watch the occasional porno when there was a TV in sight. But still. Without further ado, the black haired perv snapped back into focus, looking as uninterested and uncaring as he could possibly manage while in such a position. Frowning slightly, Ismirshalen blinked drowsily and prepared to voice an important question...
"Who the hell are you?" he mumbled, his voice slurred from the sleep drugs, which still hadnt worn off completely. "And I'm not Chalky!" he added with a pout. "I just need some coffee." The brunette put a finger to his lip, reminded of how hungry he was, then glanced sideways at the carmelly blonde girl. Maybe she had some. Jeez, was he on drugs or something?
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Jan 3, 2008 20:51:04 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 3, 2008 20:51:04 GMT -5
[Hooohahahahahahaha dang my stomach hurts!]
Mable laughed.
It was more of a titter actually.
Well anyways.
"Do those tubes hurt??" she inquired queasily, jumping down from the table (in her skirt). She bent over to poke one with a clear bubbily liquid.
"Well anyways, you look like you're some drug addict," She joked, "But I've seen /alot/ of real ones, you're proboably one of those poser ones that are addicted to something lame like caffine, NO action there! Where's the excitment!?..." before she knew it she was into a huge ramble, filled with hand remarks and such emotions. Must be a lack of an actual /different/ person besides herself to talk to.
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Jan 4, 2008 11:45:36 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 4, 2008 11:45:36 GMT -5
Izzy watched as Mable laughed, looking like he was about to just get up and run to the nearest coffee machine and get his own. He probrably would've, if not for the fact that once again her rants and small skirt stopped him. The brunette put on a wry smile, shifting his position and taking a look at where the IV was connected to his arm. Ow. Even if he wasnt completely disgusted by needles and such, it was still painful. And he probrably didnt need it. What he needed was a dose of morphine and an adrenaline rush.
"Not much," he lied, ready to yank the tubes out. His expression froze when she went on to discuss addiction, then he frowned and looked up at the girl. "There is none," he said, a great idea forming in his mind. "But if you want to see some real excitement, you'll go and grab me a shot of morphine and a coffee real quick." Thinking that she might not notice and start rambling again, he touched her arm and added, "I promise, this'll be really exciting." The blue eyed teen put on a pleading face.
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Jan 4, 2008 12:04:59 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 4, 2008 12:04:59 GMT -5
Mable's eyes widened at his touch and stopped talking abruptly. "Morphine? Well well," She retorted amusedly, stepping energetically to a cupboard, uttering things to herself. Some thing about how the beds are made of paper... "I feel like some drug dealer, that's so hot," She wispered loudly to Izzy. "Now, you just have fun and vegitate here chalky, I'm gonna go brake into the freezer for the real stuff" Luckily for 'chalky' the freezer was just a very large refrigerator that if you close the door you're destined to freeze to death in a painfully slow way... of course there was a hallway of extensively large lasers that would slice a victum in half.
"Hmmmm... The fun slow way... or the smart fast way...?" Which in English is translated "Go and run through the lasers like a moron, or use your card,"
For some reason Mable, the slightly suicidal girl, favorite choice wasn't fast enough today, so she took out her nawd-on card instead.
She was back in a jiffy. Of course gracefully throwing the strong medicine at him.
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