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[fatespoken]

✏ 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 ]

Comments

looks like we're in for nasty weather / one eye is taken for an eye

[turnedyesterday.livejournal.com]

[ It's been a long weekend, one that Jessica's more than eager to put behind her. She's looking and feeling a good deal better, having finally gotten her hands on some blood - true blood, that is, not Tru Blood. The night air is also doing her good, the relative freedom of the City a welcome change from the cramped quarters aboard the train, oppressing in every sense of the word.

But something is still amiss; being what she is, it should come as no surprise that the smell of blood draws her closer and closer to the scene. At first she doesn't realize that it's dictating her route, walking as her whims take her, but the nearer she draws, the more aware she becomes that she's moving towards something. Likewise, the more difficult it becomes to alter the course.

It's not long, though, before her target presents itself. There's a great deal of blood, which is naturally the first thing to occur to her and the only motivation she needs to close the distance between her and the prone figure with a burst supernatural speed. Of course, once she's close enough, the identity of the fallen individual becomes clear, and she's more than slightly grateful that she's already eaten. Even still, all that blood on the pavement...]

Oh my fucking--

[It remains a distraction, the smell of it nagging at her, compelling her to drink, but she forces herself to focus. It's not easy for a vampire, especially not for one so inexperienced, but she forces it. Amory is clearly not dead, and she'd actually rather not change that fact. She manages to kneel next to him, carefully avoiding contact with the silver as she reaches to pull the garlic from his mouth- gently but urgently. ]

Amory? Hey, you hear me?

looks like we're in for nasty weather / one eye is taken for an eye

[fatespoken]

[ The only reply Jessica gets is a weak groan, loud enough for a vampire's precise hearing, and a good enough indicator for Amory's status as one of he living. For now.

He hears her, the words diced and mashed, and he clings to the voice like rope thrown out, so that fumbling hands might attempt to grab its teasing end. Amory screams in his head, barely forming the words with his lips even if he believes he's yelling. ]

Alive Here. Alive. Hospital, call--