Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 22, 2015 1:42:27 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼  NOTES: ---- | Being under aged, he probably shouldn't of wiggled his way into this joint but he needed to go somewhere. His dorm room wasn't an option nor was any of his friends. He felt the urge to be alone and not be near those that he considered to be close to him. After all, they would poke and prod at him for his slow withdraw from them. He had become more silent then usual and often just went to bed rather then spend the afternoon or night with them. Gaming didn't even sound appealing to the boy. For once, he was actually concerned with his life choices and the shit he got himself into.
As much as he wanted to go to his friends for some kind of aid, he wasn't able too. The elegant collar around his neck kept his neck kept his words locked away. He wasn't allowed to speak of what went on a few weeks ago. He wasn't allowed to even speak of the collar or those involved with the past events that put him into this situation.
Iriel had even called into word and avoided his fellow flock of birds. Though it wasn't uncommon for him to do it but when he did it more then once in two weeks, that was uncommon. The sixteen year old sighed and rested his head in the palm of his hand. In front of him was a drink he didn't pay for nor did he order. Some kind fellow thought the boy was older then what he was and left it for him, saying it looked like he could use a bit of spirit. It was quite possible the adult had been drunk. Either way, Iriel took it without question.
He doubted the drink had any special cocktail to it with how bad the older man stumbled out. He casually sipped on it and the rest of the time, he doodled in a small pocket sketch book. The music currently playing was loud enough to make him forget what was happening around him but not loud enough to block out the voices. He sighed heavily and ran his gloved hand through the mohawk he felt like sporting tonight. His clothing being on the masculine side with a pair of ripped jeans, boots, and a black shirt with a feline face on it. The gloves tonight where a must as he didn't feel like picking up any memories from anything he touched, including people. He had enough on his plate and the last thing he wanted was to get lost in someone else's memories. At least his psychometery was much easier to control then his Recall.
Lowering his hand from his hair, he worked on his mini sketch that was less then wonderful to view. Not because it was horribly done but rather it was a drawing of a bird with its wings clipped off, it was how he currently felt. The happy squeals of a girl caught his attention long enough to peer over his tinted glasses for his red eyes to make contact with her and then lower back to his work. Silly woman was drunk off her ass and doing something stupid.
Iriel shook his head while sipping on his drink. He remained at his table for over and hour. Soon that hour turned to two, then to three. He was in no hurry to go anywhere. The time was currently three in the morning and he didn't feel a bit tired. But he did feel a bit buzzed thanks to the drinks he received from the local drunks thinking he was a cute little thing. Fine by him.
He was on a new drawing when he heard the sudden pull of a chair across from him. The teen didn't even bother to look up as the side of his head rested in his hand again. It was tilted to the side while he doodled. "Not interested." He stated simply, having told many visitors that he wanted to be left alone or that he wasn't looking for company. "Try table twenty-eight. They seem to be having a party." |
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 22, 2015 23:16:18 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ THE NIGHT CLUB WAS HARDLY HIS SCENE, the demon honestly preferring the quieter and more beneficial pub to this loud and overcrowded dump. How exactly was an old pub more beneficial than a lively club? Negative energy, of course! You hardly found anyone in a club in a bad mood, but the pub, there were so many pathetic pissbabies that came in there to drink away their sorrows, to start ridiculous fights when they could barely stand straight, it was all very enjoyable to the demon who practically thrived off chaos. No, this. This place just gave him a headache, though it did have it's occasional perks from time to time. Such as a wider variety of prey to choose from. Problem was, he sort of had to fight off rapists and other disgusting wastes of the human race who were also eyeballing the pretty ladies who were getting far too drunk for their own good. What good was a demon anymore when humans were capable of becoming far worse monsters? He could only chuckle at the thought. It was appalling, but absolutely delicious. Still, he wasn't just here to admire. He could have picked far better places to go if he simply wanted to watch. No, he had every intention of having some fun of his own tonight. With so many drunken and drugged up people in one place, the possibilities were almost endless! All he had to find was the right target! Too bad his eyes settled on the complete opposite. "Fucking hell..." he breathed out in bemusement, eyes having managed to catch a glimpse of a strangely familiar character. He just happened to look a tad different this time, no longer wearing a dress and a hairdo that certainly stood out. But that wasn't the only thing he'd notice. There was something off with the bird, though the demon certainly couldn't quite pinpoint it. Ah, but who cares? Certainly not him as logic was telling him to move along and continue his business, spare himself the trouble of such annoying company. But, of course, curiosity got the best of him, which is why he found himself eventually walking over to his table, wordlessly pulling out the chair opposite of him and inviting himself to a seat. One that he apparently wasn't welcomed to. The bird hadn't even broke away from his crude drawing, simply stating he had was not interested in company. Too bad the demon hardly cared about his interests. "Well fucking hello to you too, Bitchcakes." he greeted as he plopped himself down into the seat, hardly deterred by the bird's mood. In fact, was he always this moody? Quite honestly he hadn't seen him since that night, so he really didn't even have a good grasp on his insanely strange character to begin with, but something really did seem off about him, and he was quite curious as to what that was. Unmistakably though, Vincent could practically feel the negativity radiating off of him. It made him hum in approval, sounding almost like a purr. "Long time, no see." he admitted as he sat back and relaxed, clearly having no intent of leaving the boy alone now. "In pants, no less." he added teasingly, wearing that shit eating grin. Iriel Parker | couldn't help myself orz when you're not in the mood for friends, have yourself an asshat! MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 23, 2015 0:17:09 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -Everyone needs an Asshat when your in a foul mood. This is gonna be super fun XD A very moody and buzzed Iriel.
VINCENT PRICE | The teen kept his attention on his drawing, his hand moving with the skill of a frustrated artist. He took out lines here and there only to add new ones that would soon be removed as well. His inspiration and mood to draw was being destroyed the more his thoughts wondered to his current situation.
His attention was pulled slightly away with his new company, that was, until he spoke out to the bird. Iriel's hand came to a sudden stop while his gaze turned towards the demon sitting across from him. Once again, his red gaze peered out from over his sunglasses that masked his supernatural status. He didn't speak but his eyes narrowed enough to speak volumes. He was search in his head for the guys name. He recognized him and the nickname but he couldn't place where he had meet him.
A moment later, it returned to him in pieces. "Greetings to you as well, Asshat." His gaze dropped back down to his drawing that did nothing more then frustrated him. A second after he started he did nothing more then just tap his paper. Asshat wasn't leaving and he made that clear with body language alone.
Sighing, Iriel rubbed the shaved side of his head. "And I plan to keep them on too.' His words came out with a bit of a bite to it due to a passing man and woman who eyeballed him like a piece of steak. He wasn't sure if the couple was drunk, drugged, or just looking for a third partner but the bird was not interested. He wasn't interested in much today.
Such as having Vincent as company, he had no urge for that either. The last time they had meet he was in a good mood. Forgetful as hell, but normal without any worries or concerns. Now, he was just a big bundle of nerves and a mess. It was all thanks to the fucking vampire that he was like this and couldn't sleep right.
"Don't you have somewhere to be?" He asked, feeling the demons eyes upon him. For a second time, Iriel gazed at him from over the rim of his glasses. Reaching for his glass he took another drink from it with the same hand that held his pencil. He didn't bother to apologize for sounding rude because he really didn't give a shit right now. It might be the liquior floating through his bloodstream or his current mood that effect him like that. But he was leaning more towards the intake of liquid he had been enjoying for the past few hours. Getting drunk just sounded like a super good idea right now too. |
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 23, 2015 1:16:39 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ NO HE CERTAINLY COULDN'T REMEMBER THE BIRD BEING THIS MOODY, otherwise he would have enjoyed his company far more, smirking widely at the sharp glare he'd received. But he'd at least greeted him a bit more properly now, Vince crossing his arms over his chest. "Much better~" he praised, though it was hardly an improvement. In fact the boy didn't seem too happy to see him, which was kind of ironic considering the demon had thought he would have been the one upset. What a twist! He watched as his anger transferred over to a couple then, Iriel appearing quite adamant about keeping his clothes on. He really came to the wrong place then, and that alcohol certainly wasn't helping. "Whatever you've got to keep telling yourself, pretty boy." he humored. If he didn't watch himself, even his sass wouldn't save him. Without even looking the demon could already tell the poor kid more people were eyeballing him, and at this rate he was just making himself easy prey. Should the demon help? Of course not! Unlike last time, he had no obligations. He was just going to watch and be entertained, let the kid fuck himself over. He didn't seem to know how to permanently die anyway so it was no real loss, right? Unfortunately he still seemed awful irritated with him being there, which only seemed to delight Vincent further. "Nope!" he announced with a smile, playing dumb to his painfully obvious hint. "What've you got so far up your ass anyway?" he questioned, a bit more serious this time. He was very interested in hearing just what it was that made the bird go so terribly bitter. "Last time I recall you were wanting to see me again." he teased. "And here I go all out of my way to catch up with you and you try to run me off. Now that's some real appreciation there!" he couldn't even keep a straight face, making it painfully obvious himself that he was enjoying every second of this. He just adored seeing people so frustrated, it made the demon ironically feel so happy. "Someone rip one of your pretty dresses?" he tried to guess. "Oh! Or maybe someone called you a doll? I know how much you hate that one." Yes, enjoying this a bit too much, he was, but Bitchcakes had made it really easy. Almost too easy, in fact. He left him alone for a second though, stealing a glass right off of a passing drunk and treating himself to the free drink. "Honestly, I remember you were a bit of a prick back then, but I didn't think you had it in you." 'It' being such a negative aura. Yes, something had definitely changed since he last saw the phoenix. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 23, 2015 2:03:28 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ | The sudden movement of his pencil dictated that he had returned to his pointless doodle. He had no interest in sharing his concerns and feelings with a demon that had no care for him or the position he was in. For all he knew, Elsie probably bought him out to do just fuck with him and he really wasn't in the mood for such a thing. He tired to remained focus on the doodle of his glass. It was hardly anything fancy but it was drawn with the skill of an artist.
His brow twitched with the praise he received and again at being addressed as a pretty boy. Iriel had no love for being called anything right now other then his actual name or Bitchcakes as he had been dubbed by the demon. Taking a deep breath to settle his nerves he did his best to zone out the bastard but that would fail so easily.
"Of course, you would be as free as an unpaid whore, wouldn't you?" he commented with a glance at the demon to judge the man. Ah, he was smirking. He was loving this shit wasn't he? Iriel snorted and returned to his drawing. His pencil though came to a sudden halt in stroke. "I don't have anything up my ass, I am just not the mood." Right, everyone had days like that and today it was the birds turn.
The scratching sounds of a pencil once again gave away his intent to keep drawing. It was true, however, that Iriel had been looking forward to see the demon. If the circumstances where different he would of happily flocked over to him. Hell, he would of probably annoyed the demon with mindless chatter and a smile. He had thought he could make another friend in the bitch of a man.
But as it stood right now, Iriel had no love for conversation, smiling, or doing anything that was usually in his nature. For a third time, his pencil came to a sudden hault at a certain word that caught his attention. Looking up, he pointed his pencil at the demon threatenly. "Since you are so concerned about my attire I will be more then happy to inform you that my dresses are in perfect condition. However, if you use that word one more time in any context I will shove this pencil into your eye." The bird was deathly serious with his threat and not even a hint of a playfullness was anywhere to be found on his face.
Vincent's hunch was right, something was very clearly off with the bird and it wasn't just the amount that he drank. Rolling the pencil over his knuckles he then tapped at the paper rather then drawing again. "Fuck off, Asshat." The boy sighed. |
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 23, 2015 2:30:14 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ AN UNPAID WHORE? Vince rubbed his chin in thought about that one before giving another shrug. Fuck, no argument there! He'd just laugh, finding this snark incredibly entertaining. Especially coming from Mr. Smiles for miles across the tables. Quite frankly he was starting to doubt he was even talking to the right person, him being so damn grumpy. But, hey! That was fine with him. Bitchcakes or not, he was enjoying his company so far. And the entertainment would go up a notch or two as the demon was faced with a very sharp pencil pointed at him. He'd quirk a brow at the sight. It would seem he'd set him off again, though unlike last time, Iriel actually seemed to be very angry. In fact he had the balls to actually threaten the demon and it was actually enough to catch him off guard for a moment. Wow! Something was wrong! But Vincent wouldn't address it, more amused by the fact he'd even dare try and threaten him. Honestly he didn't even seem worried, actually leaning forward a bit closer as if daring him to try. "Go right ahead and try." he began with a smirk. "But I can guarantee you that your wrist will be snapped in two before you can even get close." he promised, not afraid to remind him just what he could do. But of course, he had no intentions of hurting him if he could help it. That would just end the fun too soon! "You really are pissed!" he chuckled. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day.." he admitted. After he was weak enough to let the hunter run free, he was almost certain the boy would never amount to anything. "But look at you, finally growing a pair." he continued to praise, not even joking at that point. Maybe there was hope for him yet! But he certainly better choose his battles a bit more wisely and picking a fight with a pretty powerful demon was not exactly wise. Ah, but his praise might have been falling on deaf ears, Vincent leaning back again, though made no attempt to 'fuck off'. "I'm perfectly fine right here, Bitchcakes." he said matter-of-factly with a friendly smile. "You on the other hand are looking rather tense." he admitted. Not as if he hadn't anything to do with it, but really, there was more too it. Vincent was hardly stupid and really wanted to know what it was that had turned this bird around. Unfortunately Iriel clearly had no intentions of sharing, so he supposed he was going to have to find out on his own. "You should really learn how to relax." he politely advised like any good friend would. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 23, 2015 2:56:24 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -These two are gonna start a bar fight one day XD
VINCENT PRICE | Red eyes glared daggers at the demon though no retort came from the black bird. He had no doubt the other would probably snap his wrist in two before he got even close enough. Granted, the demon also didn't know that Iriel was a construct user and so that could always end up being a rather pleasant surprise for one of them. Iriel's abilities were not common knowledge and he didn't go about flashing them around either for that reason. As long as people believed him to be a harmless blade of grass, the better. Though now he wished he would of been more of a thorn then grass. Though, in the end it probably wouldn't of made a difference. Iriel was not a strong individual nor would he ever be.
Iriel leaned back in his seat, finally abandoning his sketch book. He closed the small book with one hand and tucked the pencil behind his ear like a smoker would with a cigarette. That was another strange thing with the bird, his forgetful memory wasn't kicking in. Apparently, liquor seemed to keep his memory from fluttering away.
"Im not pissed, I'm drunk and slightly fustrated." Eerie admitted with his arms crossing over his chest. Pinching the crown of his nose he sighed softly and worked on regathering his wits before he lashed out at the demon. Reaching for his drink, he brought it to his lips and down the last remaining bits of it before putting it down. How many had that been now? In fact, did the count really even matter?
Ten points to Asshat for being observant! Iriel on the other hand wasn't too amused by this. "I am relaxing and I'm not tense." Lies, he was totally tense and he wasn't relaxing very well at all. Idly, he scratched at the choker about his neck and sighed. "You just caught me at a bad time..." A real bad time.
Iriel caught motion out of the corner of his eye and before a person fully approached the table he held out his hand in a stop motion. "Not an escort, not interested. But I'll take the drink." He pointed at the persons beverage and when they walked past, grumbling, he stole their drink and down half of it. He then pointed at Vincent. "I also, always had a pair." Late response but one none the less. |
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 23, 2015 16:08:13 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ THAT LITTLE INTENSE MOMENT HAD ENDED ALMOST AS SOON AS IT STARTED. How dull. If anyone else had noticed, they hadn't bothered to do anything about it, everyone still going about their business, whatever the fuck that may be. However Vincent wasn't completely disappointed with the situation, despite Iriel backing down. After all he was already a bit handicapped. No need to go trying to lose another part anytime soon, yeah? And quite frankly he wouldn't want their fun to end that soon. Perhaps they could save any violence for later, though it was hard to decipher how much the bird could even take, already being quite hostile before the demon had even spoke to him. His excuse about being drunk was not farfetched, he had to be pretty stupid to threaten him, after all, but he hardly thought a little alcohol was what had his feathers ruffled. Frustrated about that mysterious something, though he supposed his presence might not have been helping either. Oops? "You're in a bitchy mood. No need to lie about it." he corrected with a wave of his hand, clearly not buying any of this. Or he could have just been prodding at him more, which was also very likely. "Your name came from somewhere, after all." he smirked. Way to live up to it, Bitchcakes! "You are pretty awful at lying, you know." He replied after Iriel had tried to convince him he was anything but tense. Of course the Vince did have an unfair advantage, so he said that about everybody. "I'm actually positive I'd told you last time not to try lying to a demon." he reminded, taking another drink and enjoying the burning sensation it left in his throat. "So come on, spill it." he encouraged with a smile. "Tell me what's got my old 'friend' so hot and bothered." he continued, nodding his head towards that collar he was scratching at. Nice accessory, though he certainly didn't look too comfortable wearing it. The old demon would never understand kid's fashion choices these days. Unfortunately before he could get the dirty details, someone else was already heading towards the poor bird before he stopped them. He wasn't playing around tonight. He chuckled at the sight, watching the disgruntled person leave after losing their drink. Wow. Quite a rude little fucker. Before he could comment though, the phoenix had finally replied to his earlier teasing, the demon grinning. "Brushing off drunk bastards who actually want to fuck you?" he inquired, as if that had any relation to the existence of his balls, or lack thereof. "Could have fooled me." he finished with another chuckle. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 24, 2015 2:01:52 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -Yes, yes it shall! Im curious to see how this is all gonna go down XD
VINCENT PRICE | The more Vincent spoke the more tired Iriel got with him. It wasn't that he hated the demon because he didn't. It was just he had too much to drink and his emotions where a bit too much for him these days. "Who says I'm lying?" He commented off handly. So what if he was fibbing just a little bit? As long as he believed his own white lie then it was the truth, right? Wasn't that how it kinda worked? No, probably not.
From his current position, he simple studied the demon with a critical eye and sipping on his drink. He doubted the demon had any real concern for him or his life situations. He was also pretty positive that he was just amusing him to no end. He narrowed his eyes behind his shades. He couldn't focus on Asshat, that was the bad thing about being drunk. It made it a bit tricky to shove around in his thoughts. Even now, he did try to reach out into them and fish around for some kind of purpose the demon had with him.
He, of course, found nothing at all useful in the demons skull. Either he was zoning out, the demon got better at hiding his thoughts or he really was drunk as fucking hell. Rubbing the side of his face with his glass he let out a small sigh. "I got nothing to tell you." It was half a lie. He did have something to tell him but the past order from his "master" made it impossible for him to communicate his situation to anyone. He was not allowed to communicate in anyway to tell his story or about the collar that he scratched at uncomfortably.
If he only he could find some kind of damn loophole. The demon would just have to play Hot and Cold with the bird to figure it out. "I'm full of surprises." He commented and then added after a few seconds. "Wait, what?" Enter his mind hitting a very delayed reset. |
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 24, 2015 15:35:41 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ THE DEMON SAID SO, THAT'S WHO. But he laid off him there, finding there was no use trying to reason with a drunk. Iriel was already pretty stupid sober, so there really was no hope now! Still, he hadn't given up on finding out his little secret yet, merely deciding to find another tactic to make him spill. He just hadn't realized that it was more than the bird being incredibly stubborn about keeping his business to himself, and he might not figure that out at all. But if there was one thing about the demon that was actually consistent, it was the fact he was an incredibly stubborn bastard when it came to something he wanted. He'd get it, one way or another, even if he had to beat his pretty little bird till he squawked. "Yeah, yeah." he cut in sharply before the Bitchcakes even had the chance to finish. "I've heard that line plenty of times before. But you'd be surprised how much people would have to say after I played around with them a bit." he explained offhandedly. Another threat perhaps? He could take it however he liked it, but Vince did have experience with the act of... persuasion. Still, he wouldn't resort to that if he could help it. It was far too messy and quite frankly, part of him felt like it'd be a shame to mess that pretty little face up. Nobody liked a cracked doll, after all. He had no doubt that Iriel did have a few surprises up his sleeve though, which was probably more of a reason why the demon hadn't killed him yet. It was hard to tell, really, Vincent being quite the complicated creature. "I'd love to find them out." he replied with another toothy smirk. But.. then something seemed to flip like a switch and when the bird appeared confused, so did Vince. "Hmm?" his head tilt to the side, that playful look replaced by a perplexed one. What did he mean 'what'? His brows furrowed at the thought before he'd take another drink. Perhaps to understand a drunk he was going to have to get a bit drunk himself... He was going to need a lot of alcohol. Iriel Parker | a drunk phoenix and a drunk demon. what could go wrong? :D MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 25, 2015 16:12:28 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -Ah mmm, well, setting things on fire is not mature Iriel. | The poor bird and his ever unraveling mind. Surely, one day it would net its self back together but he doubted it. Maybe in his next life he would be reborn normal---ish. Iriel watched the demon for a good moment while his brain tried to catch back up to the conversation that he lost. It took him a moment and when it did he scuffed. "And whose to say I'll let you play with me?" He countered with a look over his glasses.
Really, as much as the demon might try Iriel would not be telling him a thing. Granted, he would love to spill the beans to someone, even him, but that damn command still clang to him. If he spilled just one bit of information he would be on the ground twiching like a dog. He would rather not allow Vincent to see that. Bastard would probably get some pleasure from it.
Again, the boy looked scattered brained and it came back to him. A drunk Iriel seemed to be able to hold his attention much longer on a subject and also become less forgetful. Amazing.
He scoffed again. Sipping on his drink he mumbled out a reply. "I bet you would..." It seemed the two would be at a stand off now. Asshat wanted to the facts on what was going on and Iriel did not or could not share them. What an interesting little event.
Placing his glass down, Iriel waved an idle hand at Asshat. "Why you so interest anyways in this whole ordeal, Asshat?" Again, his focus disappeared after the strange look he was given a moment ago. He turned his head to the right to catch sight of a giggling girl. Rolling his eyes, he rubbed the side of his head trying to get out the voice he caught in it that belong to her. God, loud perverted thoughts. No, thank you.
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 25, 2015 19:00:16 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ HIS BROWS FURROWED AS HE CONTINUED TO STARE, looking just a tad suspicious. Try as he might, he would never be able to understand why the kid had such a short attention span. It really did annoy him to be quite honest, but fortunately for him he did catch up eventually. "Who are you to stop me?" he shot back, that smirk looking far more evil as the conversation went on. Even his eyes seemed to glow as he watched the bird, daring him to try and fight back. "The kid who lets his attempted killer go home scott free. I don't think you have the balls to really stand up to me, my friend." Ah, but one should never judge a book by it's cover should they? After all, Bitchcakes was evidently full of surprises, and he had no doubt about that. "Though you are welcome to try. I always have loved beating around little bitches like you." Oh yes, Vince was certainly looking to pick a fight. Really, he just wanted to see what the bird was capable of. If anything, perhaps if he set him off, he'd really get what he wanted. Speaking of, Iriel seemed interested himself on knowing why the demon was so damn persistent. "Can't a guy show a little concern for someone without having an ulterior motive?" he questioned with a feigned frown, almost looking upset by the sheer accusation that he was anything other than worried about his little bird. Oh who was he kidding? Certainly not the phoenix, that much he was sure. Which was why he dropped the act almost immediately. "I wanna know what finally made you snap." he began, crossing his arms over his chest. "Something's changed in you, Bitchcakes. Something.. intriguing to me." he would admit, eyes becoming slits as he continued to stare, almost as if he was looking into the teen's very soul. "I want to know what's got your emotions so fucking erratic... I wanna know how that pretty little soul of your's got so damaged." he finally stated. Could he actually see? Well he was a soul collecting demon, so it wasn't exactly far-fetched. "Maybe I was actually right about calling you a bitch." he mused out loud to himself, though didn't care to let on just what he was getting at right away. He couldn't be absolutely sure, but the sight, that collar, almost seemed terribly familiar to the demon. But he wasn't going to jump to any conclusions, wanting to play with the bird more. Looking over to what had pulled the bird's attention away from him for a moment, he smirked at the sight of the girl, not seeming as concerned over his poor man's complaints about her being so loud. In fact, he'd even beckon her over. "Oi! Get that pretty little ass over here." he called with a grin and for a moment the demon actually looked strangely... charming. It seemed to do the trick at any rate, the drunk girl strutting over and sitting in his lap as he'd direct. "I think my friend likes you." he'd tell the girl once she'd get comfortable, just putting her in another giggling fit as she looked over to him, twirling her hair. And she most certainly seemed interested in him, though that much was painfully obvious, as much as she tried to play coy. Sadly, that was what most of her attention was on at the moment, the demon not having as much appeal as the phoenix, evidently. Probably the scars. He'd roll his eyes at the thought but was trying to play right now, needing to behave. "What are you going to do about that?" he questioned her, shooting a mischievous glance over to the bird as he reached down and grabbed her ass, causing her already flushed face to turn even more red. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 26, 2015 3:47:41 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -Ah mmm, well, setting things on fire is not mature Iriel. | Iriel sat silently in his chair while his eyes grew more and more narrowed with each word the demon spewed out. That word vomit of his was starting to get to the drunken bird. Who was he to stop the demonic man from finding out or ask questions? Well, he was fucking Iriel and that was it. It was a known fact that Iriel wore his heart on his sleeve. He was a kind teenager that loved his friends and those around him. He often believed in giving people second chances and not spilling blood, if possible. "I recall them getting a broken arm." The bird pointed out with an irritated voice. "Heh, big enough to choke you." If Vincent didn't catch that statement then it would be his loss.
Iriel had no problem voicing his irritation with the other. He did try to settle himself down by idly flipping the corner of his sketch book with his thumb. Too bad that wasn't working so well for him. The words being thrown at him was just sending him off the edge a lot quicker then it ever would . His brow twitched and his knuckles grew white from clinching the side of his book too tightly. "Go to hell, Asshat." His words were sharp. The bird was loosing his patience and restraint. Vincent was just pushing all the right buttons and he probably knew it too.
Iriel, however, was too damn drunk to keep his emotions in check. Usually, these kind of words rolled off his back like water. It was strange to see the bird on fire for a change. "Nothing's changed." But just drunk off his ass.
His heart race increased and his anger built up even more. Fucking Vincent. He was doing all of this to get a raise out of him and if he wasn't careful, he would win. He would get the bird so pissed that he would regret it. His emotions were not erratic and he wasn't fucking damaged. He wasn't damaged. He was fine. He was normal. Nothing was different. The more he lied to himself the more he started to settle down. But goddamn it, Vincent was making that impossible and turning that into depressive rage.
It was until the bitch comment that his sketchbook suddenly burst into flames while his hands looked talon like with them digging into the book harshly. Iriel seemed to not mind that a small fire had just started under his hand. "I'm. Not. A. Bitch." Strange, another comment he was so used to hearing and being called suddenly set him off. The fire that had appeared suddenly died out as quickly as it came. Sadly, his small sketchbook was reduced to ashes.
Maybe, Asshat would leave but instead he brought that shitty girl over. In her head, all Iriel could hear was things he would never do with her or think. He pointed at the girl. "You're thoughts piss me off and you." He pointed over at Vincent with rage building. "can get me another drink or lay off my ass." Disgusted, he smackes the ashes off the table in a single clean sweep. |
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Post by VINCENT PRICE on Jul 26, 2015 12:35:58 GMT
WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T BE AFRAID OF THE DARK ❝ THE DEMON SCOFFED, clealy amused by the boy's attempt at an argument. "Yes, his arm was broken. By me." he reminded. "And what would you have done if I weren't there?" he questioned, though felt like he'd already knew the answer. "Do you let everyone fight your battles for you?" he pressed on. "Cause that really sounds like a little bitch to me." he concluded, quite fond of pushing that on him now since it appeared to be getting under the poor bird's skin. As far as the choking comment, however, those demonic eyes practically danced in delight. "Bite-sized is more like it." he countered with a wide grin, his teeth all sharp and ready to prove that if the bird wanted to insist otherwise. He really was starting to set him off. If it weren't for the fact that Vince could practically feel the anger radiating off of him, his body language alone was enough to make it obvious. The white knuckles, the narrowed eyes, that occasional twitch. Soon enough he was certain he would just push him over the edge, and he was quite excited to see that happen. Even his words were a good indication that he was reaching his limit, even if the demon found it funnier than Iriel might have liked. "Been there, done that." he smiled. Finally he seemed to have gotten a rise out of the phoenix, watching as the sketchbook burst into flames. Wow. How childish. Making a mess during his little temper tantrum. Vincent could only grin at the thought, not seeming to be neither intimidated or the least bit convinced as Iriel insisted that he was not a bitch. "Could have fooled me." he stated simply, enjoying this far too much for either of their own good. Iriel was just digging his own grave, really, becoming so defensive over these comments that would have normally not even bothered him, at least from what he remembered of their first encounter. With the girl now sitting pretty in his lap, Vincent was playing innocent, acting like he hadn't been upsetting the bird this entire time. Unfortunately it was all too obvious that Bitchcakes was in a foul mood, being so rude towards the poor girl who frowned as he addressed her. The demon was really having a hard time not breaking his cover and laughing at the sheer hostility. But then he turned his attention back to the demon, demanding a drink or that he lay off, both of which Vince felt no real obligation to do. The girl seemed rather annoyed now though and also no longer of use to him. "Well so much for that." he sighed dejectedly. He'd grab the girl's neck a bit roughly, inclining her head towards him as he gave her a quick kiss as a reward of sorts, even biting her tongue rather harshly, enough to cause her to bleed a bit. She'd gasp under the kiss, attempting to push off of him, but he'd push her off himself once he was done with her, giving her a swift slap to the ass as she scurried off. She gave a look that was both flustered and annoyed as she covered her mouth before disappearing into the crowd, leaving them both alone again. "I swear, you are such a prude." he chuckled as he sat back again, wiping a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth. "What'll you have, Bitchcakes?" he asked, apparently having changed his mind about the drinks. What had changed his mind was unknown, but it certainly couldn't have been a good thing. MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS & GS |
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Post by Iriel Parker on Jul 26, 2015 16:12:47 GMT
it's dangerous, i'm fallen. There's no escape, I can't wait. ▼ NOTES: -I know right? He's such a child XD Poor baby hes everywhere. Went from anger - rage -depression - to I dont know what. Fix it Asshate, fix it! | This whole ordeal was hurting his head. Vincent was making go crazy in a way he preferred not to. That bitch was invading his head with her horny little thoughts that he would rather not listen too. All he wanted to do was just turn himself off to were he couldn't hear thoughts of others and couldn't feel a damn thing. If he could stay that way then life would be so much easier.
Iriel made no attempt to defend himself this round. Vincent was right, if he wasn't around that night Iriel probably wouldn't be around right now to be drunk. Probably be sitting around in some cage singing a song of sorrow or rage. Heh, funny how he avoided one prison and now stuck in another. Now he was doing what he would of been doing then, drinking. Oh, how the cycle comes around to bite him in the ass.
The rage he had felt moments ago was starting to slip away now that he got it out of his system from blowing up like a child. He was more pissed at himself now for destroying his sketchbook. Now he would have to go get a new one, ugh. Putting his elbows on the table he promptly ignored the demon and woman. Slowly, he rubbed at his face, shoving his glasses up on his head. No longer caring if any human's saw his unnatural eyes. Hell, everyone here was so drunk they probably wouldn't even notice.
He took a few deep breaths and forced his anger out so he was only left with the lingering feeling that would be replaced with depression. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I don't like hearing peoples thoughts when they scream it." He ignored Asshats little time with the woman. Let him have his fun on semi molesting a drunken woman, what did he care?
When she finally left he let out a sigh of relief. He kept his spikey head lowered, rubbing his temples now that he wasn't going to rip of the demons head. At least, not yet. "The hardest thing they possibly have. I wanna be so goddamn drunk I won't remember shit let alone function." Says the bird who was all ready so drunk that he couldn't even keep his emotions in check. The kid was a ticking time bomb looking for some kind of release. Maybe if he drank more he could just pass out and after that...who gave a shit what happened. He sure as hell didn't. Let little Elsie go suck a dick if she had a problem with his actions. She would be finding out soon enough what her little pet was up to anyways.
"Hardly, few more and I'll be anything but prude." He chuckled tiredly. Nope, once he had some more in his system everything would be out the window and he won't even care anymore.
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