You look delicious tonight, darling

[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Johnny Rayflo and Sol Badguy
When: Way backdated to the 24th
Where: The forest
Style: Braaackets?
Status: Closed

[This had to be a curse. It had to be. He'd been controlling it fine, sure the heartbeats of the people around him were louder than usual, but he'd been fine. This was more like he'd starved himself for a month rather than having gotten by on the bloodpacks.

Every person he walked past seemed more like a walking entree than people he cared about and lived with; the blood coursing through their veins was a symphony in his ears and chaos on his brain.

That was why he'd gone to the forest. It wasn't necessarily abandoned, but there were often fewer people around. He at the base of a tree, not trusting himself to not jump on someone if he spotted them from in the tree.

Please, please, please let this be a one day thing and not an all week thing; he wouldn't be able to handle it, otherwise.]

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[immoralflame]

[The forest... He'd been here last when he'd, apparently, died while completely unconscious. Tch. It had been a blow to his pride in small part, but in larger it left him wondering about the nature of Vatheon and the hands behind it.

That'd been months ago.

Coming back here didn't have much purpose, not related to that anyway; just something to get him in motion. Sol was lazy, didn't exert more effort than he needed, but he usually had the freedom to go wherever he wanted--wherever his hunt led him. Vatheon had stripped him of that, so the urge to move at least needed to be dealt with.

Finding someone along the way, while not impossible, hadn't really been expected. Nevertheless, finding one sitting at the base of a fir tree wasn't really where he'd figure to find one. Sol wasn't bothered by much, being a veritable furnace, but...

He didn't figure to stop; if the guy wanted to sit up here then that was his deal. Sol didn't care. Had no reason to. Except that there was something off with this guy and it reminded him of that guy... He lingered for a second.

Tch.

He kept moving.]

[not_heavens_adam]

[He should let the man go. He should just pretend he didn't care, that the smell of the guy's blood wasn't like water to a man in a desert.

But he found himself getting up and, in a flash, he was the suave, gentlemanly vampire his race was so known for. He was hunting.]

Do you always walk by a man without saying hello?

[immoralflame]

[Johnny'd need to tag along behind Sol if he wanted anything resembling prey; moving Sol was a difficult task for all but a select few, and cornering him rarely panned out well.

All the attitude Johnny pulled together was wasted on Sol; he wasn't the type to stop for a chat or pay much mind to anything he didn't care about, and no amount of personality could get him to stop and start caring. Guy reminded him of the old bloodsucker more and more. Slayer, however, actually had useful things to say from time to time.]

[not_heavens_adam]

[That was fine, his head was nowhere near 'on straight' right now and he had no problems just following the guy, perhaps it could be entertaining at the very least. It would depend on his patience.]

Mmm Probably are....how social you are~ Not even responding when being talked to. That's a good angle to play, people often like the 'Strong and Silent' type; probably has something to do with mystery~

Hooowever~ The downside of not responding is that no one knows what you want or what you're thinking, so they make up their own assumptions and do what they want.

[Like now and how he was following Sol, Hands in his pockets and only about a step behind him.]

[immoralflame]

[Sometimes, Sol really wanted out of Vatheon; Ky was enough on his own, though at least he was kept busy enough by putting too much effort into this place. But he could handle the chatter so long as it wasn't too insistent; plenty of experience with that. Losing the guy couldn't be that hard, if he felt like it, either.

He let the odd man follow, not really doing anything to stop or encourage it; maybe if Sol kept ignoring him, he'd go away. Could make all the assumptions he wanted. Sol didn't give a damn.]