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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 23, 2008 16:56:32 GMT -5
Eithne sat silently, a book in her lap as she read, she was fairly close to the end, but there was a smile on her face as she read, she sat at the base of the lighthouse, hoping that perhaps she'd find some solace here where hopefully nobody dared bother her. Overhead lay the starry night sky and she looked up at them for a moment as if looking for something, she was looking for a constellation in the sky, but she wasn't so terribly good at that kind of thing. She looked down at the book for a few moments, and then back to the night sky in vain. She seemed determined to see it whatever she was looking for. The book she held in her hands was titled 'Dragonheart' and she was really at the ending and now she wished to find the constellation Draco, seeing as it was mentioned in the book. It was getting rather frustrating for her, actually.
"Damn stars..." she muttered, looking from the book to the night sky again. It was almost comical to see how frustrated she was getting over the book, but that was Eithne, for sure. So easily annoyed but she'd never really show it to it's petty extent when others were around.
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Post by Kim-la on Feb 24, 2008 0:13:25 GMT -5
Damien sat hunched over, sitting in a vague L like fashion, despite the fact that he was not a big Death Note fan. He strained to read the book that Eithne had on her lap, trying to figure out why she hated the stars. He briefly wondered if he was looking for the constellation 'Draco', which he pretty sure was in the southern hemisphere. He didn't really want to ask though, he didn't want to get his head bitten off.
Damien seemed to have regained some of his intelligence sense he had last been spotted. For one, he looked like he had began to accept hygiene, and he was in different clothes as well, a bonus. He was in fact here to find out if he could have any beer, due-to-the-fact that Eithne had said that he was not allowed to have any, and was scared to the ends of the world that is he did without her blessing that he would somehow drop dead on the spot. He didn't really want to die that way.
"What'cha doing?" Damien finally asked, trying as hard as possible not to get her mad.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 24, 2008 0:21:08 GMT -5
Eithne sat up, her back rigid and she looked towards Damien, her expression reading 'Where-the-fuck-did-you-just-come-from' but she didn't say it, "I'm reading..." she told him in a half irritated tone in her mental voice. She looked down at her book, though she didn't read a single word- because then she'd finish the book, and almost be forced to talk to Damien, unless someone infinately more interesting showed up, but considering the fact she came out here to be alone... it really didn't seem likely. Joy to the world, huh? She continued to keep her -now silver- eyes on the pages of the book, as if Damien would get the hint, "I don't have any beer for you, by the way- if that's what you're asking for. And no- I won't give you 'permission' to have some, either." sometimes people forgot Eithne could read minds... but she was a being quick to remind people.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 24, 2008 19:44:22 GMT -5
A large, hulking man-beast appeared from behind, ignoring Damien and sitting down next to Eithne. His tail tried someway to rest comfortably on the ground, although the fault of his design prevented him from such luxuries. In his left hand was a large broadsword and sheathe, looking as if it had been through a lot of action and wear and tear. He work a black, sleeveless shirt, revealing a rather large scar on his upper left arm, and a bar code and number on his right forearm, and then some regular blue jeans, with a hole from which his tail came out from. "Making friends?" Shark thought, hopeful Eithne would pick up on it.
Shark shot Damien a dirty look, like he was Eithne's over-protective bodyguard or something of the sort.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 24, 2008 20:54:14 GMT -5
"Not really, he's here for more beer and science fiction movies... considering the fact I failed to supply him more since Lent started." Eithne shrugged, almost as if it was no big deal... though some people may consider separating people from alcohol as a cruel thing to do. Eithne didn't care, Damien was turning into a vampire so he had better things to deal with than alcohol and he should probably be starting to drink blood, anyways, she released a sigh as she thought things through, realizing what she was making herself in this situation, she was almost forcing herself to become Damien's mentor in a way, which wasn't really something she looked forward to, in all honesty. She looked towards Shark, taking her eyes off the book, "Don't be cruel to him, he's just a little dense... he's just readjusting to things right now, he had himself locked in my closet watching TV for the past month or so... I think he needs mental help." she explained.
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Post by Kim-la on Feb 24, 2008 21:47:21 GMT -5
Damien looked at Shark, managing to remain rather calm despite seeing his first half-human, half-shark thing. He figured that there were so many strange things here, that he really needed to get used to it. He was kinda depressed that Eithne forbade him from his booze, and he didn't dare ask for Scifi. He pulled a package of raw bacon from his pocket and chomped on that instead. He was glad that she had not taken away his bacon, otherwise he might have died on the spot. He sat there, wondering if he should say anything. He bit into another slice of bacon, contemplating a attempt at conversation. he felt sort of left out, though he didn't know why.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 25, 2008 15:00:15 GMT -5
"We all need mental help, it just varies on how much we need," shark responded as his gaze towards Damien relaxed a bit. From a strange pocket on the front of his sheathe he produced a metal flask. Shark began to vigorously drink from it, until not even the stray drop was left. It wreaked of heavy amounts of whiskey, as if it were some cruel joke to Damien.
"So, he's addicted to beer? He a lightweight? Shark asked, before the smell of raw bacon caught his attention. He turned around to Damien, just looking at the strips of scrumptious bacon. His usually cold eyes looked at them with a pleading expression, begging for some bacon of his own.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 25, 2008 16:13:23 GMT -5
"Shark.. please don't eat raw bacon..." Eithne wrapped her arms around one of Shark's arms, trying to pull him away from the scent of raw meat, seeming rather annoyed with him, "Damien! Put that shit away, got it?" she sent the telepathic message to Damien, obviously she wasn't too fond of the company she had been given at this moment. Shark was tolerable, though Damien could go jump off a cliff, decide he wants to live, and then hit the ground, dying in misery for all Eithne cared. Actually... she found the scenario rather funny to be honest. Eithne was just a loving being like that.
She tugged lightly on Shark's arm to get his attention away from food, of all things, wondering if this was the full extent of his attention span, perhaps. She hoped not. Her silver eyes seemed to slice through the air, showing her discontent with Shark's actions. It was almost expected that she'd make a 'bad dog' comment while she had such an expression on her face.
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Post by Kim-la on Feb 25, 2008 19:21:45 GMT -5
Damien looked at Sharks flask longingly. His fingers tapped restlessly on his knee was he watched him guzzle it down. When he saw that Shark wanted some of his bacon, he childishly pulled it closer to himself, and was a few seconds away from saying 'mine' when he got Eithne's "voice mail" if you will, and actually lost his balance and fell over on his side. He fixed himself into a new sitting position, and almost sat on the bacon as a means of 'putting it away' as Eithne directed, but decided not to. He simply put the bag into his front pocket like a normal person and sucked on his finger-tips without saying a word. He had taken notice of her change in eye color, and was smart enough to know what that meant, which in part was responsible for his silence.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 25, 2008 20:09:05 GMT -5
As the bacon disappeared, so did Shark's longing for the raw meat. He looked back to Eithne with an expression that just said 'Hm?'. "Something wrong?" he asked, as if nothing had happened, as if Eithne didn't just ask him to not eat raw flesh or as if he didn't have the urge to. Shark was used to such temptations to raw flesh, mostly fish for obvious reasons, but pork was a close second.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 25, 2008 20:14:03 GMT -5
"Please don't tell me you have the mental capacity of 'it'..." Eithne looked up at Shark, obviously 'it' refferring to Damien. She half wondered exactly how she had come to get along so well with the shark-beast-man-thing considering she'd only ever talked to him briefly twice before now, meanwhile she could know other people thier entire lives and hate them even after they died, it was actually rather likely that she had been the one to kill them, so why'd she get along so well with the mute? Well... probably because he was a mute and if she ever didn't want to talk to him, she could simply stop listening, easy as that. Her silver eyes fell upon Shark's and she didn't look any more pleased with him than before, almost rather dissapointed. She'd expected Shark to have a bit more self control than that, but oh well... some people really were dumber/less tolerable once you got to know them, huh? Eithne half smirked, and a smirk on her face made her seem almost... villianous.
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Post by Kim-la on Feb 25, 2008 20:50:45 GMT -5
Damien sat silently, hugging his legs and resting his head on his knees. He looked at Eithne, then to Shark, then to Eithne, and back to Shark. He looked at a tree, hoping it might add its two cents in, but not to surprisingly it didn't, and so he looked back to Eithne and then to Shark. He did this all without moving his head, so his eyes just shifted from person to person. he blinked a few times and hoped that someone would say something, because from his end, all that had really been said to him was I'm reading and Damien put that shit away got it, and that was hardly worth calling a conversation. He looked at Eithne and back to Shark again. He looked at the tree again, just to make sure it didn't want to be included. It made no sign that it did. With that, Damien looked blankly at Shark and Eithne and said, "This is a very stirring conversation, I assure you." in the blandest tone possible.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 25, 2008 20:54:23 GMT -5
Shark's stomach rumbled before he could respond to Eithne, "Well, when you're someone with a size like mine, you need a lot of food, and when you have certain...traits like mine, raw meat is quite the treat." He patted his stomach heartily as if he had just eaten. As the 'it' comment was recognized in Shark's head, his expression changed to a more solemn, stern one, "Eithne, please don't refer to the boy as 'it'. You may find him annoying or something of the sort, but no one deserves to be treated as an object," Shark said. He was always miffed about referring to other people as an object, no matter white, black, vampire, or part-fish things. He had been called 'it' for most of the life he can remember and he didn't want the trend of verbal oppression of the sort to continue. He looked at Eithne's smirk and raised one eyebrow in question, really oblivious to certain habits of people.
"And what's with your eyes? Do you have those 'color contact' things in?" Shark asked, ignorant to the changes in vampire eyes reflecting their diet, and just assumed she had tried something new or the sort.
Shark didn't respond to Damien, mostly considering that he couldn't and that he was too involved in his own mental conversation with Eithne.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 26, 2008 17:36:47 GMT -5
"Not 'it' as in an item, but 'it' as in 'demoted of the priveledge of a gender." Eithne nodded matter-of-factly before realizing she was still embracing Shark's arm and she released it, the slightest shade of pink sweeping accross her face, something considered rather sweet of an expression on a girl's face, though Eithne tended to try avoiding it. She looked towards Damon, though still sending Shark-specific messages, "And no, it just means I've switched... I'm not feeding on human blood right now, which would be red. Yellow means animal blood... and well, silver means... well... vampire blood." she nodded, "Damien's rather well aware of it, actually." she then sent a message to Damien, "My apologies, boy." the word 'boy' carrying an angry edge to it, sounding very unkind, indeed, "My aquaintance, Shark here is sadly, unfortunately, utterly mute and is unable to speak with you in any way, unless of course you find someone to feed from who manages to be telepathic... in which case, I'm more than willing to lend you a pint or two." believe it or not, this was rather generous of Eithne, she unzipped her jacket and moved the collar to reveal her neck to Damien, an obvious offer for her blood to him. "You're gonna have to feed sooner or later, Damien, might as well feed from someone you don't have to worry about messing up on and killing. She did more than just reveal her neck, she revealed the outfit underneath, a startling outfit choice for Eithne. It was simple and rather well fitting on her slim, willowy figure, made from white fabric, nearly matching her skin. One couldn't say the outfit was modest, but it wasn't revealing, either... but if Shark leaned forward a bit, though making Eithne wonder what the hell he was doing, he might get a bit of a peek, perhaps... but it wasn't like Shark would do that, now would he? But it wasn't like Eithne was even remotely worried about things like that at the moment, she just wanted this damn boy to drink some blood and get it over with, then perhaps she'd recognize him as more than 'it.' unfortunately, Shark missed the entire little conversation with Damien, so he'd likely have no clue why Eithne was taking off her jacket... Eithne didn't think of explaining anything to the shark-man-beast-it-person-experiment-incredible-hulkish-type-thing..... (( Don't you just love my names for Shark?))
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Post by Kim-la on Feb 26, 2008 21:54:28 GMT -5
Damien halted all movement he had been making, and stared at the pints of blood, his attention fully on it. His eye twitched a few times, and he forced himself to remain rooted to the spot. So far (as far as his memory served anyway, he had gotten really drunk once, and he was a little worried that something might have happened) he had never drank human blood, and even though it was in jars, he couldn't make himself drink it. However, he felt an almost unbearable urge to leap over the space that separated him from the jars of blood and chug them down as fast as possible. He was somehow different from other vampires he knew, he had never gone through the whole 'I need blood' phase, and in fact, while his friends would need some type blood at least once a week, he could go for months as long as he kept his head on straight. Lately though, it had been getting worse, but he would never say that. He swallowed, his eyes unblinking at the blood. He forced his eyes shut and turned his head, opened his eyes, and looked dead ahead, trying his best to ignore it. That's screwed up Eithne. Are you TRYING to make me a bloodsucker? I'm not like you, I don't think cannibalism is ok. Damien thought, figuring that Eithne would pick it up. He drummed his fingers on his knee, trying not to focus on the two, beautiful pints of blood, only a few feet away...
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