Dusk

For Queen and Country

Sorry for taking so long to post, for those I've kept waiting, I will have a post up sometime tonight, just been pretty busy.

@13Nightingale

You're all good hon, take your time :)

I'll have a post up right after you then, to take care of Liam and Andrew in one go

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@lovely complex
AND THANKFULLY THAT MAKES TWO POSTS so I can strike >:D much excite huehuehue

wow, Liam's kinda easy to write at 2:30 AM lol

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Liam Woodsworth

Location: Churchhill Gardens 5B
Interacting With: Ettie @lovely complex

Well, this was happening. Liam took in this woman's form, how she was so...commanding for her stature. She seemed powerful. Like the world could be falling to pieces and if it wasn't on her schedule, then the apocalypse would have to begrudgingly find another date. It shocked him, left him somewhat slack-jawed, and he didn't snap out of this until he was led inside his own place and told to sit down. He most definitely took a cigarette when offered and pulled a lighter from his pocket, striking and lighting before taking a drag to reorganize his mind.

The silence built, as if a gun was being loaded, and suddenly, the bullets started flying. Demands, ultimatums, orders and facts all cascaded down on Liam's scrawny shoulders, his dark, bloodshot eyes blinking as his way of life was effectively dismantled and rebuilt. Once she stopped, Liam slowly nodded. Reasonable enough.

A deep breath, and then Liam was firing his own weapon, "This house is loaded to the brim with drug paraphernalia, I've got the life expectancy of a well-groomed dog, so I intend to enjoy it. I am not an addict, however. There's blood in the fridge that's necessary for my survival. The computer and mixing equipment are only to be moved by me, they're sensitive and it takes forever to dismantle." Liam made an exaggerated shrug with that statement, then continued, "The dark is kinda required because if the sun hits me directly, I don't exactly tan well if you catch my drift. You can open the blinds in rooms that you're in, but close them when you're done. Air conditioner is fine, cold suits me. You can replace the cookware as long as you buy the replacements, I'm on a tight budget. Menial and dead-end job, you understand. I do make music though, and am very loud." Liam smirked at her joke about her job, but offered some reassurance, "I've got a friend with connections, hunting you down wouldn't be an issue. And yes, dear, my internet is the best. It's the only thing I pay extra for. Oh, and that's Squeaks," He pointed to the terrarium, "you are to show him the utmost respect, and if we are to separate for any reason, I get custody. Period."

After that whole spiel, Liam realized that he just totally confessed his Dhampire nature to a complete stranger. She did say to leave all the cards on the table...so he did just that. He smiled his best smile and gave Ettie a big ol' hug, careful not to burn her with his cigarette. "Liam Woodsworth. Elliot if I'm in trouble." Liam pulled back, taking a long drag before tapping it into an ash tray on his table. "Well, come on then. Let's get your shit in here."

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@lovely complex

That...was fucking great xD Ettie is perf lol

@Silent Observer

Just read Alison's entry and

the poor girl T.T she's so exhausted she looks like a Dhampire.

@Write

hey dhampires are cute ok

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<Snipped quote by Apokalipse>

fuck you >_> *shoves his signature away*

<Snipped quote by Dusk>

it's not hard to upstage someone who was never in the spotlight to begin with.

a-HOHOHOHOHHOHHOHHOHOHHHHOHOHOOHHOHOOH

SLAY ME SAVAGE

@HalfOfLancelot

Just make sure you don't trip, dear.

_{Trip on the corpses of your dead ships you beacon of sin.}

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@Ebonsquire

puLLIN THE RACE CARD.

WELL I'M GAY AND FILIPINO. PAP PAP EVERY MINORITY FOR HIM/HER/THEIRSELF

i'm every older rich man's dream: skinny, gay, and filipino

@HalfOfLancelot

bitch u tryin' 2 upstage me

just cuz you're right doesn't mean i wont fuck u up

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@Fabricant451 You did good :P and used gifs from primarily Bedazzled haha

_{Watching everyone make characters... makes it tempting to make another one o.e. CANNOT GIVE IN}

@lovely complex

BE STRONG SWEET CHILD

TOGETHER WE CAN RESIST

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@lovely complex Oh yeah, it's gonna be fucking great xD

"Ettie, where are my meds?"

"Upgrade the internet package and I'll tell you."

"I swear on the holy neighbors..."

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teehee

poor boy, he just wants to drop acid and talk to lizards in peace ;-;

<sub>also if y'all don't fuckin' quit I will whip out CS# 3 (she's there and she is waiting)

*throws blank relations sheets into fire*</sub>

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Andrew Mordekai

Location: On the Street to the Early Bean
Interacting With: Katie @13Nightingale

Andrew grabbed his peacoat held the door open for them to go, making sure to lock up before they left. Faraday was pretty Other-centric, as it seemed, but he still didn't want to take a chance at an angry human going door to door. Putting his hands in the pockets of his coat, he smiled to Katie. "No problem, love, it's what I'm here for. Thank you for the toast." He nodded at her comment on work, "Oh yeah..." Andy put his fingers to his temple, "I'm sensing...lots of grouchy, racist old folks." The Witch said in the mysterious tone of a fortune teller, then chuckled a little at his own joke...though he knew it was probably true.

The sidewalks were decently cleared off, but still slick from the wet snow. Not wanting either of them to slip, Andy thought it best to work a little magic. Nothing flashy or obvious, just enough to get rid of the hazard. He calmly took his hands from his pockets and brought them together, as though he were going to breathe into them. A brief cantrip whispered caused the circles on his palms to gently bloom into orange and writhe under his skin. As his hands parted, the air around the two grew warmer, until it was like that of a comfortable spring day in their immediate vicinity. Any lingering ice would harmlessly melt away.

"Didn't want any slips...that should take care of it. Hope you don't mind." Andrew stated, less looking for approval and more informing. He realized he hadn't really worked magic in front of Katie since her recent move in, and he hoped this would make it seem less...scary. Dangerous. That it could be used for simple, helpful things. Of course, it could also pull ancient horrors from the pits of Hell, but that wasn't too common.

After a few minutes of walking, they were coming up on the Early Bean, though it was still a good couple intersections away.

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Liam Woodsworth

Location: Back at Churchill, in the parking lot -> 5B
Interacting With: A really poor eviction notice @lovely complex

The stores had been hell to get through with the storm raging on, and Liam had a hell of a time getting anything. He managed a bag of essentials, bread and canned goods and the like, and decided he'd better get it home before anything. Plus, he was working the fucking evening shift at the shop today, much to his dismay. A scalding shower that would make him regret ever attempting hygiene was in order.

The market wasn't awfully far from his apartment, and the walk wasn't too bad. The poor boy nearly slipped and busted his fragile little monster head a few times, but eh, it was winter. Times ten. Shit happened. All along the way, he passed people hurriedly getting inside, away from the cold.

"...and she was a vampire! And I said, "Vampires? At my party? You've gotta be kidding!"

"...I swear she was real freaky, man! Long claws, crazy weird eyes, like they wanted my soul! Got some cool fuckin' scratches on my back, though."

"No love, you can't go play with the girl next door. She's one of those faerie things..."

Ugh. Why did the one thing he get from his vampire side have to be increased senses? He could hear all this from across the street, if he focused. Silly, silly people. They'd have to shape up eventually, or the progression of society had bad news for 'em...

Liam rounded a corner and stopped. There was a moving truck on the lot, men moving someone's shit around. Was he getting a new neighbor? He peered around his building and...

"Wait, what the fuck?" That was 5 fucking B! Who the fuck was busting into his pad? How'd they get keys?! It took a second to dawn on him, but the Dhampire remembered with a groan that the landlord had been trying to evict him due to his...habits. He just hadn't really been able to due to Liam paying rent on time. He felt deep down that this was Mr. Fuckwit's way of underhandedly pushing him out. "Yeah, well we'll just see about that Sir Go-Fuck-Yourself." He muttered, stepping up with his groceries.

It was then that he spotted a small blonde woman in winter garb, yelling orders around at the movers. He dodged burly men carrying God knows what to stand before her. "Excuse me, miss...are you, uh...moving into my apartment? The one that I have the rent agreement and pay rent for?" He questioned, smiling slightly, "I'm not gonna stop you, but I would've cleaned if I'd known I was having company. Extended...company."