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Post by Blake O'Sullivan on Jun 23, 2015 17:03:34 GMT -5
Blake stood in her kitchen and was filling a bowl with water from a clear bottle. Softly humming to herself. Today was the day she needed to fix up Stevie. Now that Loki was out of her home, she had time to clear her head. Though, there wouldn't be much clearing going on. She missed him already. She also hoped that he would be okay. After all, that night with the demon was a lot for the both of them. She almost lost her friend and her life. But with her magic and her healing abilities, he left almost as good as new. Which only made her happier in the long run. However, now she had other things to worry about. See, in that time, she managed to get another new roommate. Stevie had proven that he couldn't be out on the streets. With Vincent around, he would have someone to help him with being dead. After all, this was all new to him. After all, this morning, he tried to eat something he ate when he was alive and that he wanted. It didn't end too well, as he threw it up. But the thing was, it wouldn't look like it did when she would or when other people who were living did. It looked like chewed up food. No digestion. No stomach acid. She rubbed his back as he lost his 'meal', but then it started getting worse. For a zombie, he was throwing up for real. She recognized it, by the chunks of organs and blood that came up. He was getting hungry.
A groan escaped her lips as she then pulled out her cell phone. She was going to text Vincent. He said he would be home a while ago. Where was he?! She didn't know how to deal with a new Zombie. What the hell was she supposed to do? How did Vincent eat in secret without people finding him? He was pretty secretive himself. But he was good company. Before Stevie got here, he would help her with her ingredients for potions and spells. That was all she asked in return. That and being the spider killer and to help her get things off the top shelf if she could not reach it. After all, she was pretty short. Or that was how she felt with all of her male friends around. Now, she had two male roommates who were taller than her. Both were zombies and she was enjoying them being around. Granted, if Vincent wasn't here, it would be her and her cat. As it had always been. Shadows seemed quite fond of the both of them.
'You said you would be home fifteen minutes ago. Where are you?! Stevie is rotting. He said he is starving. What am I supposed to do without your help!
She sent the text and hung her head as she found herself sighing and trying to think about what to do for Stevie in the mean time. Just because she texted Vincent didn't mean he would get back to her right away. That was fine. Course, there were times it felt like he wouldn't text back for forever, if she needed him. She bit her lip and began to grab more things, setting them down on the kitchen table. A needle, stitching thread, a rag. A small bottle as well next to the bowl, filled with clear liquid. She also had a fire lit outside on her portable fire pit on her porch, it was small. Not enough to cause damage. A smile graced her lips and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Tonight, she was going to fix Stevie up. He had been open from that demon attack for maybe two days. It was time for him to get all fixed up and that way she didn't have to see his open wounds. They didn't make her sick, but he had to be uncomfortable.
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Post by Vincent Maximous on Jul 18, 2015 13:32:50 GMT -5
A pleased sigh crept from the young zombies mouth as he lifted his head up from his latest meal. He looked to the sky and smiled, tiny streams of blood trickled down the corners of his mouth. Having a full stomach was the best feeling in the world. He'd been so preoccupied with hunting down the homeless man who was laying lifelessly in front of him that he had yet to check his phone. Vincent wiped the blood from his mouth before standing up. Looking down at his latest kill he grimaced some. He'd made quite the mess. Shaking his head the man spun around and started to walk away. With his adrenaline rush beginning to fade Vince finally remembered what he had sent to Blake. He had informed the woman that he would be home, and yet, he wasn't even close to her apartment. He was hanging out in the woods. Vincent had been so caught up in his meal that he forgot about it. The man would check his phone, but first, he needed to get away from the body. The last thing he wanted to do was trigger another feeding episode.
Lucking some of the blood from his hands Vince walked through the underbrush. He slowly crept onto his car that was parked at the side of the road and slipped inside. He cursed himself, wishing he had at least waited until the night to feed, but alas, it couldn't be helped. Trying to lick some of the blood from his fingers Vince slipped his hand into his pocket and checked his phone. It was rather difficult to read over the smudges of blood, but he could make out what Blake had sent him. Stevie had trying to eat human food again, even after Vince told the man not to. "Damn it, Stevie." It seemed like he would have to learn the hard way. Vince attempted to type a reply, but his damp fingers wouldn't allow it. "Shit."
Vince set the phone beside him and put his car into drive. Never would Vincent have guessed he would be baby sitting another one of his kind. For a while now he felt as if he was the only one until the day Blake brought Stevie home. What a day that had been. Vincent shook the thought from his head. He needed to hurry to Blake's place with a fresh kill before Stevie decided to make a meal of his roommate. Vince drove though town, it only took him a moment to pick up a woman whom was asking for more than just a ride. Vince wasn't exactly surprised she didn't ask about all the blood, the woman looked out of it. She mus have been on drugs. Regardless, She wanted money, for various things. Vincent agreed, letting her into the car. Nothing risque' would become of this, as Vincent insisted they waited until they got to his place. Of course, this woman wouldn't get what she was being paid for. Instead she would be used as bait.
It didn't take very long for Vincent to get to Blake's apartment. Vincent turned off the engine remained inside of his car until he thought it would be safe enough to exit. With the woman by his side he hurried to Blake's door. He noticed there was a small fire burning in the fire pit but he wouldn't question it. The woman that was with him asked if they were going to have some kind of a cook out, though the fire didn't look nearly large enough to cook their food. The woman must have been as high as a kite. The zombie rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, sure." He said as he fumbled with his keys. After pulling out the spare house key he unlocked the door and stepped inside with the prostitute. He hoped Blake wouldn't think too much of it, as she wasn't here to pleasure him. He brought her here to feed Stevie. If there was one thing that cured the Zombie blues it's a fresh kill.
As the two of them walked into the house the woman spotted Blake and Stevie, she then turned to Vince and said. "Two mores' gonna cost you extra." Vincent ignored her and wandered over to Blake and Stevie. "Sorry I'm late. Something came up." The man said as he wiped some blood from his lips. " I bought something home for Stevie." The man then grumbled realizing how inappropriate that sounded when he brought Stevie home a prostitute. "She's food...okay." Vincent then turned his attention to Stevie. "Man, he really doesn't look so good. Hey, buddy. I brought you some food." The woman he brought home seemed none the wiser, she sat on Blake's couch and looked around the room. Vince sighed and looked back at Blake. He could only hope that she wasn't too mad at him. "I'm sorry I brought her here, but she's the only thing that can help him now. "
(( hope this post is ok :3))
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Post by Blake O'Sullivan on Sept 17, 2015 14:16:00 GMT -5
She was sure he might be eating. There was no response from her companion. Eh, she believed she could hold off Stevie until then. One could only hope. Vincent knew that Stevie almost killed her the night she brought him back from the dead. Stevie woke up with a start that night and proceeded to crush her airways until he was able to distinguish where he was and the person he was strangling. Stevie sat in the kitchen, her eyes on him as she began to gently push some of his hair from his now graying face. It was dead looking. Not so flush as it had when he woke up. A sign of him starving. That was something that creeped her out about him. He looked like an actual moving corpse when he got to this point. His eyes were growing blood shot. Rather than no panicking, she gently used her magic on him, keeping him bound to the chair he sat in. Better safe than sorry, right? She could tell by his expression that he was not too thrilled by this, but only hoped that he would understand the precautions. After all, how would Vincent react if he came home to Stevie eating her corpse?
She pushed that thought aside. For all she knew, Vincent would want to join in with Stevie and eat her flesh, or Vincent would act as though this never happened, do away with the body and take over her apartment. Or maybe… Again… it would be as though she was never there and neither of them would care. But then again, the sound of all of those options sound nice. Why? Because death right now is turning into something she is long waiting for. Time has stopped for her, but refuses to touch her at all. Like she has become some plague that gets to watch the ever changing world and envy it for the fact that she, herself, cannot change. She could never experience the changes to her body as she gets older, never see what she looks like as an elderly woman. She will never get to experience grandchildren the way she should. Everything still works the way it had when she was eighteen. The only thing that feels different is the way she is beginning to view the world. Her brooding personality was then taking another turn. Sarcastic and even dark. Finding humor in life was the best way to help her make it through her days; however, there are some days where she couldn’t find much to laugh at. Maybe she would get out of this funk sooner or later? She was then torn from her thoughts.
Vincent came through her door with someone. She didn’t ask questions, as she expressed to him the severity of the situation. This obviously told her the scenario that would have played out if she was dead. He would have been angry. At who? She did not know. Not if he would blame himself or get mad at Stevie or the fact that there would be a mess for him to clean up. But to continue to play everything off, Blake simply asked her companion, ”Who’s the broad?” It only made her chuckle and she could hear a chuckle escape from the throat of the seated zombie. This in turn made her smile and shake her head. Wait! Blake could have sworn that this woman had made a comment that more people would be extra. She knew she was for food, but the look across her face changed drastically as she eyed Vincent, ”A prostitute? Really?” The thought after a while only made her chuckle. Yes. Chuckle. The best way to word this catch would be that it was so easy to get her. She sure seemed looped out of her mind on something. Even though she knew of this girl’s untimely end, she blinked and tipped her head to the side approaching her.
”Can I get you some water?”
The girl only grinned at Blake with the response of her ‘thinking’ she was fine. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she didn’t snort when she laughed. The witch’s brows raised in amusement as she turned back to the boys. Stevie was looking so weak that she could almost not stand to see him like that. His head was drooping and his breathing pattern was shifting to heavy and he wasn’t really making much of sentence formation. It was now more grunts and growls with broken single worded responses. At some point, when Blake got close enough, he jolted at her, but could not move from the chair thanks to her magic. He was shouting and growling at her. She was a living thing and his body craved the nourishment her flesh had to offer his body. Blake jumped a little and looked at Vincent, ready to move to take the magic off after moving the woman into position. But only on his command. Even Blake standing there would have been enough for him to keep trying to charge at her. She felt so bad for her friend right now.
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