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✏ LOGGING: This is your thread for logging, whether spontaneous or plot-related, silly or serious. His normal haunts include shifts at the Blue Light, various city bars, cafes, random encounters, etc. Prose preferred, [] are fine too.

✉ TO SET UP: Just drop me a line at aeloriax[at]gmail.com or Y!M/AIM (listed in the post below) to give me a heads-up. I'm open to anything as long as it fits ICly.

TRACKING:
March;
Peter & Amory [ Blue Light ] ✯ this is a song lyric [ in progress ]

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[Depends on the kind of vampire. The Lost Boys? He's seen that several times, he knows what it takes to bring David down. Oh but first thing's first.]

Who the fuck are you?? [Back atcha, Frankie. He's not gonna put that gun away either but the blood from his punctured artery is seriously calling for some attention.] Shit man, fucking shit.

[Freddy's backing away after all. Hospital, right. But he takes another look at Amory, then Frankie, committing their faces to memory.]

[He doesn't say anything, just watches long enough to make sure Freddy's making an escape. Trying to explain right now? Possibly too complicated, too tangential, to make it worth while.]

Fuck.

[It's a flat and surprisingly matter-of-fact profanity, and he lowers his weapon. Slightly. Somewhere in the back of his mind Frankie thinks, if he had never been other than he is now, this would turn his stomach. But Amory's bloody mouth suggests an answer to his question which makes a certain amount of sense. He doesn't come any closer-- in part because he knows the temptation of a beating heart on an empty stomach, but also because he remembers that there's something wrong with Amory's blood, so he'd rather not have it literally on his hands.]

Runs in the family, right? [he mutters, almost absently, moving the remains of the chair entirely to one hand and digging in his pocket for keys. Taking Amory back into the Blue Light right now seems like a shit idea, the best he can manage is to let one of the other servers know what's going on and have them call someone else to cover as long as they're down two employees. First priority has to be blood, always; there is no rational thought without it.]

Stepping back in for a minute. Swear to God, Amory, you move and I'll chase you down, you're lucky if I ram this through your heart.

[ Blood is all he sees when Freddy backs away, vision twisting out of focus, only to highlight the red in lurid emblems. And it takes all his control no to dart after him, not to force himself on top of him and bury his teeth into his neck and suck out whatever's left. One moment it's his, the next moment robbed: he can still taste Freddy on his lips.

His stomach- something in his body gives a lurch at the thought; as if mind and body have suddenly slipped out of sync. There's something disgusting going on here; a grotesque specter within his thoughts. He doesn't know what haunts him, though. He doesn't anything, really. Where he is, who these people are— his memories are somewhere off in the distance.

Amory's attention shifts anew, now that Freddy makes his departure. His restraint, while enough to hold him from pursuing the other, slowly comes apart upon successive seconds. Hunger, the only distinct thought, prevails; and Amory rushes forward to make a grab at Frankie, mangled shoulder and all. ]

[This is not something he's totally unprepared for, and he brings the chair leg back up, swinging remorselessly at Amory's head. If he's still going after the punishment he's taken so far, one more isn't going to hurt him. And this time Frankie puts all his weight into it, following through the motion and arcing back to land a second blow right after. He may not be as strong as he once was, but regaining his life hasn't diminished his training, so it's a solid and well-placed hit. Which... may not be enough, but damn he hopes it is.]

What'd I just say, Amory?

[ The truth is that becoming a vampire hasn't gutted out his human capability to be more than a savage. He is like starving man, who would eat dirt and weeds and fight for that privilege, if for the desperate want of food.

In his weakened state, the blow is enough to send him stumbling backwards and onto his knees. He's a pathetic example of a vampire, but events prior to his "arrival" have weakened him, including a voluntary and forced hunger strike. By the time Amory gathers his senses, Frankie will have a enough time to do what he needs to do. ]

[Frankie doesn't waste his opportunity, once Amory stumbles, and he darts in and out of the bar, his hastily shouted directions muffled beyond hearing. And then he's back, still holding his club.]

Up and get marching. Underground. Remember?

[Since of course, there's no guarantee that Amory knows who or where he is. Frankie sure didn't.]

Underground?

[ At least it's a response. A rare instance of lucidity as he scrambles up to his feet, examining Frankie from neck (and lingering on said neck) to the club in his hand. ]

I don't.

Fine. Doesn't matter. Move.

[He gestures directionally with the chair leg, looking every bit the soldier. It's an air of authority he desperately needs right now.]

Don't even fucking think about biting me, either. Won't go well for either of us.

Don't speak to me that way.

[ He hisses out the words, nevertheless, heading in the pointed direction. If anything, he'll find another source of food-- one that's nearly not as much trouble as Frankie. ]

[As disobedient targets go he's had much worse, and there's not much Amory could say that would really hurt.]

Going to the Raven. Keep it together and you get fed, yeah?

Ordering me around like chattel. Do you think you're Nikolaus? [ Lucidity may be taking on a stronger character, but that doesn't mean he's any less hungry. Amory's only just settling in with his mind's chaos. ]

Don't know who that is. Don't give a fuck, either. Think I'm the one who knows where we are, though. [He falls silent for few steps.] Definitely the one who's gonna beat your head in if you keep giving me shit.

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plenty of ways you can hurt a man and bring him to the ground - but I'm ready for you

plenty of ways you can hurt a man and bring him to the ground - but I'm ready for you

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plenty of ways you can hurt a man and bring him to the ground - but I'm ready for you

plenty of ways you can hurt a man and bring him to the ground - but I'm ready for you

plenty of ways you can hurt a man and bring him to the ground - but I'm ready for you

plenty of ways you can hurt a man and bring him to the ground - but I'm ready for you