Post by MASAO TSUYOSHI on Apr 29, 2015 8:20:42 GMT
He trails his tongue against the puncture holes, smears the slowing blood pour against his tongue, licks the remaining up with a sense of savoring every last taste before he pulls back to see his work. It’s not as beautiful as the tattoos he has given people just like this woman, not as intricate in design and process. He hides this work in well placed areas, small bites littering separated places; and now is no different. A bite at the back of her neck, another that falls just above her back, all hidden about little markings of drunken love. How far gone she was tells him she isn’t going to remember much when she wakes up, knows he’s not going to have any problems when she whispers another persons name after the first bite.
Time is slow for someone who doesn’t age anymore, someone who has lived one hundred years and knows there will be much more than that in the future. So when Masao finally glances at the digital clock shining dimly from the woman's car radio he’s surprised, at least for a seconds worth, at how late it had gotten since running into this stranger after work. He couldn’t help but indulge just a little, even if it had been quite recent since his last drink, and having to meet a friend later in the hour he assumed his little stop wouldn’t take too long. It didn’t, but he played for a while-- lost track of time without him even noticing --and now, was running late.
Time Square is huge and while he has gotten used to the big city, watched it grow during his later years, it still holds something that shakes him up a bit when surrounded by so many people. Even when the sun is gone, replaced by starless skies illuminated by the hundreds of lights, there are still so many people. The crowds are different, changed to fit the nightlife scene more so than anything else, but a crowd it still is. He guesses at heart he’s still that country boy, raised in a rural village than bustling cityscape; and he wonders how many years it will take for even that to be lost.
His hands fiddle with a red and white pack he pulls from his pockets, taps the bottom of the carton against his palm before pulling away the transparent wrapping. Fingers flip the top open, fishing out a single cigarette from the inside before shoving the rest back to where he found it. “Hey ‘Lizbeth,” he starts talking, unsure if the girl is even around his general vicinity like he thought walking up to the spot; and currently his attention is set elsewhere, captured enough to keep his eyes down rather than looking to confirm his friends whereabouts. He places the cigarette against his lips, tapping the pockets of his jeans before shoving his hands inside in search for any form of igniter (and he’s sure he took one off the woman he left). “Sorry ‘m late and all, this place is huge. Got lost a few blocks back-- where is that fuckin’ thing --and I lost track of time.” His expression hardens, eyes narrow -- and his hands continue to search for something to light the damn thing between his lips. “I know I have it somewhere... I know I didn’t leave it back there.”
ELIZABETH GRAHAM
call him out on his shit pls
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don’t go! it’s a mighty long fall when you thought life was tough.
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one hundred twelve
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Post by ELIZABETH GRAHAM on Apr 30, 2015 1:09:46 GMT
 Her fingers tap against the fabric of her skirt in rhythm to the sound of music nearby. Her eyes follow the faces in the crowd in hopes of spotting the familiar face of her roommate coming through. Elizabeth sighed when she saw no signs of him and continued to tap along to the music, her eyes going to the side to watch a man playing his drums to an imaginary song in his head. Times Square was as crowded and loud as usual with the sound of people and cars filling the air. The lights from the buildings and advertisements brightened up the night sky and gave the city life.
It was strange to think how far society has developed. When she was still human, it was unimaginable for people to even think of something like a television or a phone. Watching the humans grow and think of new inventions to make life simpler was amazing in itself. She had tried hard to fit in with the new times getting the latest technological inventions and new clothing to be able to act like she was part of the crowd. It was why she was wearing her current outfit and was unintentionally standing out. It was normal for teens these days to wear hoodies and skirts and all that mess. What she didn't understand was why everyone kept giving her a second look once they passed by.
Her hand raised to touch the soft bear ears at the top of her hoodie and frowned. Wasn't this part of the trend? She had saw a few girls wearing them one day when she was out. Plus there were other people around wearing actual animal suits and trying to get people to take pictures with them. At least it was New York and it was normal to catch people in weird outfits. With a sigh, she looked up at one of the billboards and watched the time pass by. Where was he?
A slight butcher of her name called her attention a few feet away where her roommate finally decided to make an appearance. She watched as the man fumbled for a lighter and almost rolled her eyes at his excuse. "Yeah right. You were probably with some floozy and living it up and forgot about meeting me here." She walked up to the other and glanced at the cigarette hanging from his mouth. Her hand reached out and took it right out of his mouth and held it in front her face to inspect it. "How can you smoke this? It's disgusting."
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alp demon
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'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream
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ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-TWO
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WAITRESS
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Post by MASAO TSUYOSHI on Apr 30, 2015 3:36:26 GMT
He maybe shouldn’t have taken that little detour from work, not indulged as much as he had when the woman had withered against his chest and let him do anything he wanted. Maybe not have drank her blood enough to give him a rush and forget the time. If he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been late, talking aloud to a friend he gives half-assed excuses to; and he knows she can see right through them. He even counts the seconds before she calls him out, then forgets like many things when his hands come up empty for a lighter. At this point even a stray match would do, though he’s sure he pickpocketed that little silver object off the passengers seat of the woman's car before leaving her. It could have dropped when he tried to make up the distance, and surely the crowd was enough to toss it out of his shallow pockets without him noticing; but still, even that didn’t seem likely for this case.
“Oi, come on now. That sounds nothin’ like me, you know you’re my favorite.” His hands have checked his front pockets four times over, each time after always assuming he will find something new. Something that had magically been bypassed the times prior. He’s about to give up when the woman he was supposed to meet-- a girl, rather, but age and titles are all too trivial --comes up, snatching the cylinder object that once hung from his mouth away from him. It’s the first time his eyes meet the little demon, narrowing as he watches her hold it up to her face for inspection. “Quite easily if I had a fuckin’ lighter and it still in my mouth.”
His eyes are trained on the girls face, holding out his hand between them to signal he wants his (albeit stolen) property back, and it’s only after a minute or so that Masaos gaze drifts to the hoodie laid against the his roommates head. “What are those?” he nudges his head up towards the two rounded ears protruding out from the garment, his expression shifting from annoyance to confusion. “Are those… why does it have that? You don’t have ears like that, unless lil’ o ‘lizbeth has been hidin’ things from me.”
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vampire
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don’t go! it’s a mighty long fall when you thought life was tough.
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one hundred twelve
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tattoo designer
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Post by ELIZABETH GRAHAM on Apr 30, 2015 4:50:44 GMT
 "I better be your favorite. I'm the only one that has put up with your horrible track of time and bad habits for so long. You should love me." She twirled cigarette in her hand and looked down at it. Elizabeth never did understand why humans loved to kill themselves with things that were clearly dangerous for them. Why people wanted to smoke these things were beyond her. It filled their bodies with all kinds of things that would kill them slowly and shorten their life. If Masao was still human, she would have thrown his cigarette to the ground and moved on. But with the body he had now, there was no disease in the world that could kill him. She looked up to see the man checking his pockets still for the lighter and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you should be using a lighter? What if you accidentally burst into flames and end up killing yourself? Isn't that how we kill you guys?" Her hand reached up and put the cancer stick back in his hand and shrugged.
The comment about her outfit made her pause and her hands automatically moved to the top of her head, pulling the ears up to display them better. She tried to ignore the excitement that came when he mentioned her outfit. The latest trends of anything always did make her perk up with interest. "I saw a group of girls walking around with them one day and thought they were in style. I thought it like something people 'my age' would wear." She was always trying to keep up with the latest fashion trends that humans wore in order to "fit in" with society. She thought this was just another thing girls were starting to do and figured she would go along with it. "I think I got it right this time. It's actually really comfortable." She reached over and rubbed the sleeve of her fabric on her roommate's hand in order for him to feel the material of the hoodie.
A familiar noise caught her attention and she glanced over a few feet away to confirm her suspicions. This was a typical thing to deal with when hanging with her roommate. "Hey if you are looking for a lighter, why don't you go seduce one of those girls looking over at you and see if you can get a lighter." She gestured to the side where a group of girls, most likely tourist, were looking in their direction; more importantly looking at Masao. "Maybe you can get another hot date for the night and leave me to stand in the cold again." Another jab at his tardiness to their meeting. She didn't believe one second that he got lost in the city. "Just me and my bear jacket going to explore the city alone."
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alp demon
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'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream
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ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-TWO
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WAITRESS
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