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savetheearth2013-12-01 06:39 pm
amberhearted) wrote in savetheearth2013-12-01 06:39 pm
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Who: Alex and Hajime, John M, Julien, Lyall
When: December 2-4
What: A hodgepodge of apologies, specs, commiseration and checking in.
Where: Various!
Warnings: None atm.
[ text, private to john, 12/2 late evening ]
Hey I'm back! How are you and Anthony
[ text, private to julien, 12/4 ]
Hey man I got the goggles is the bird house still standing
[ text, private to lyall ]
Hey handy Randy man what's this about wwm 2013? Wwm=werewolf wrestle mania BTW
Seriously though how are you? How's your furniture
[ action, closed to hajime, 12/3, before the earthquake ]
This was the moment of truth.
Okay, so entering Aikawa's wasn't as monumental as that opening liner indicated, but it made Alex a little uncomfortable as he approached the counter. He came at a specific time, hoping to catch Hajime at a dead hour, and was rewarded for his forward thinking. The place was indeed operating on the slow side.
When asked for his order, he instead asked to speak with Hajime at his earliest convenience, and then took a seat in one of the waiting chairs. With a small cooler beneath his seat, he whittled away the time on his phone, knee bouncing restlessly.
When: December 2-4
What: A hodgepodge of apologies, specs, commiseration and checking in.
Where: Various!
Warnings: None atm.
[ text, private to john, 12/2 late evening ]
Hey I'm back! How are you and Anthony
[ text, private to julien, 12/4 ]
Hey man I got the goggles is the bird house still standing
[ text, private to lyall ]
Hey handy Randy man what's this about wwm 2013? Wwm=werewolf wrestle mania BTW
Seriously though how are you? How's your furniture
[ action, closed to hajime, 12/3, before the earthquake ]
This was the moment of truth.
Okay, so entering Aikawa's wasn't as monumental as that opening liner indicated, but it made Alex a little uncomfortable as he approached the counter. He came at a specific time, hoping to catch Hajime at a dead hour, and was rewarded for his forward thinking. The place was indeed operating on the slow side.
When asked for his order, he instead asked to speak with Hajime at his earliest convenience, and then took a seat in one of the waiting chairs. With a small cooler beneath his seat, he whittled away the time on his phone, knee bouncing restlessly.
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[ at the ding of the microwave, Alex takes the bag out, squishes it a bit, then pours some of it into the cup. He holds it out to john. ] Cheers, man.
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When the microwave dings, John's attention shifts back to the blood. Despite his best intentions, there's a part of him that really wants this--really wants to drink. He accepts the cup and raises it to Alex.]
...Cheers.
[Without another word, he takes a sip. And then another. And another. And another.
After he's drained the entire cup, he looks at Alex, looking a bit puzzled.]
Am I supposed to feel it immediately?
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his heart sinks when john asks his question. falteringly, he answers, ] I- I do, when I... When I drink, it happens right away. [ his tone becomes rushed. ] But maybe it isn't the same for you-- we're different-- I don't have black eyes, you don't turn pale, so...
[ what IS the point in putting hope in whatever universal power was at work anyway? it's probably the same power that shoved them into this predicament in the first place. ]
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John carefully sets down the cup, the taste of the blood still on his tongue. It doesn't taste bad per se, but it doesn't seem... right either. The hunger still hums in his veins, and he lets out a rattling sigh.]
Maybe I'm more "traditional." [He laughs softly, his voice hollow, and runs a hand through his hair.] Looks like I will have to go hungry after all.
[John certainly doesn't want to entertain the other option.]
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alex shoves his palms against his temples and turns around, releasing a harsh breath. two of them. human blood.
he thinks of ravi and feels ill that he thought of him at all.
he drops his hands and turns to face john again. ]
I guess it's time to make friends with the kinky crowd.
[ there's a weak smile on his lips, barely there. a grimace replaces it.
this is so fucked up. he remembers thinking that after he drank ravi's blood from a ziplock bag. the same thought applies here, too. he wouldn't wish this on anyone. ]
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What's the point? He's just going to have to stay clean.]
I... I'd really rather not.
[--even as the idea sounds pretty damn enticing. He doesn't doubt that there are people out there who bought into the Twilight gimmick a bit too much; vampires are in right now.]
Maybe... maybe I'll remember something my past self did to not... drink.
[That's hilariously wishful thinking at this point, but John's going to cling to whatever hope he can that he can survive this with a clean conscious.]
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but reilanin's blood had satisfied what the pig's blood hadn't. couldn't.
he flicks a glance down the hall, then towards, but not at, john. ]
He didn't... drink regularly?
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[It's the honest truth, but it kind of hurts to admit it. After all, he's pinning his own desires to remain as human as possible on the skills and behaviors of a person he's never actually known. That said...]
But there was this one memory I got back, and... I remember that he felt sad and regretful that he'd had to drink someone's blood.
[John idly toys with the bloody glass on the counter before moving to rinse it off, sighing as he does so.]
It's not much, but it's all I have right now.
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... Do you know if he'd been a vampire for long?
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[He stares hard at the glass he's washing, trying to soft through his other self's memories. Nothing about them really screamed a certain date, but it did feel a bit like he'd been a vampire a while. John tries to focus on the one memory where Mitchell first ran into vampires, on the attire that they wore, but his knowledge of history isn't good enough to pin it on any specific time period...]
Maybe?
[He offers Alex a sort of half smile.]
I can't really put a specific date on him, really.
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Maybe. So, well... [ DING. epiphany reached.
he lets out a puff of breath and runs his hand through his hair, turning, then turning back. ]
Sorry, man, I am totally projecting on you. [ he drops his hand out in front of him. ] I've attacked Vin twice and... Just, fuck, I don't want you to find yourself in the same position.
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[He opens and closes his mouth a few times, his eyebrows slowly but surely rising toward his hairline.]
Ravindra.
[John looks away and nods his head slightly. If Alex was overtaken by his bloodlust to the point that he'd attack a friend like Ravindra... Well, he's not going to do any better.]
What... else do you think I should try? [He chews on his lower lip for a moment.] I won't hurt Anthony at least.
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the last comment jerks a short, hollow laugh out of him. the only roommate more perfect than anthony would be a skeleton, he thinks. ]
I don't... [ he grimaces again and grips his shoulder with his opposite hand.
he doesn't want to volunteer reilanin. he feels guilty enough about drinking her blood when she can't even satisfy her own horrible diet. he doesn't want to volunteer ravi, either, because ravi had unquestionably found the practice of giving his blood to alex really fucking gross.
he makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. his grip on his shoulder tightens. ]
What about mine?
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[But despite what the sane half of his mind is thinking, John's eyes still flick toward the column of Alex's throat before hurriedly shifting away, like he's quite frankly horrified that there's a part of him that would actually consider that.]
Look, you already have... blood problems of your own. Wouldn't... [He struggles with his words for a moment.] Wouldn't drinking from you just make it worse?
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[ his shoulders relax. ]
I don't wanna just leave you in this rut. We gotta help each other out, man. [ he swallows. ] So if... If that's something you wanna try, then... let's try it.
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He nods his head.]
All right. I'm so sorry to ask this of you.
[He can't believe he's doing this. John finally lifts his eyes and stares at Alex. When he speaks next, it's softly--a whisper.]
Let's... Let's give it a try.
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and it is desperation that has him accepting.
he sucks in a breath, lets it out. ]
Okay. I'm gonna cut and drain, okay? [ as in, don't freak out when he puts a knife to his arm.
not that he isn't nervous as well. ]
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[Folding his arms around himself, he moves toward the other end of the kitchen. As weird as the entire situation feels, watching Alex cut himself seems like it'd only add to the wrongness.]
Just... [His gaze flicks up to look at his friend.] Just a little. I don't want to--[Hurt him? Worsen his own blood lust? John's not really sure anymore. He shakes his head.]--just a little.
cw: self-harm
palm, then. inconvenient, but he can always blame it on cutting an apple or some other innocuous, if foolish, activity. hopefully it'll heal up within a day or two. (alex still isn't too knowledgeable about his rate of healing, only that it's faster than normal.)
with that decided, he bites his lower lip and uses a paring knife to make the cut. leaving a small trail of blood on the counter, he positions his hand over a small bowl for collection. after accumulating about a fourth of a cup, he sets the knife down and grabs an indiscriminate amount of paper towels and presses them against his palm.
he glances at john. ]
Okay.
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He can feel his fangs sliding into place, but he forces them away when he hears Alex speak. It's only then that he turns, and despite trying to gather himself, the moment he sees that bowl of red liquid on the counter, his control snaps. His eyes once again shift to black as he closes the distance between him and his food in long strides.
It's in his hands and down his throat in a matter of seconds, and after he's done guzzling it down, John sighs, like a deep-seated itch has finally been scratched. The hunger still lingers, but for the time being, the ache has receded somewhat. He licks his lips, slicking the remaining fluid off of them, before slowly setting the bowl down.
John suddenly feels very ill. He just drank his friend's blood.]
I...
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funny, then, that the relieved sigh he makes only causes alex to tense.
but he relaxes after that lone 'i'. ]
... feel sick?