Post by TRISTAN CARR on Aug 1, 2009 20:34:56 GMT -6
(I really hope I posted this in the right place >.<)
So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
bad cop:
for the record - state your name and any aliases you go by.
Look buddy, you don't need to get all wannabe intimidating on me, alright? I'll answer your fucking question. I'm Tristan, okay? Tristan Carr. Well... alright, Tristan's not my first name, okay? First name's Alexander, but I'd really rather you didn't call me that. Why? What a stupid question. Do you even know what the name Alexander means? It means “Protector of mankind”. How would you like to walk around with a demanding name like that? I can't protect shit. So call me Tristan. Please.
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
Eighty-nine. Don't exactly look it do I? [bitter laugh] That's right, I'm old enough to be your grandad. Maybe you oughta show a little respect for your elder here.
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
Security guard. I work the nightly graveyard shift three times a week down at the docks. That's Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, in case you were wondering. I wanted to be a bouncer, but apparently I don't look intimidating enough. [laugh] Funny, huh? I could knock most of those fat-asses down on their asses. But sometimes it's just all about looks, isn't it? Not so much about talent. Although in my case I suppose it isn't so much talent as it is ability. Did I always want to be a security guard? Ha! Of course not. Come on buddy, did you always want to be a cop, munching on donuts and wondering just what went wrong with your life? No, I didn't think so. But then, that's the difference between us. I know what went wrong with my life.
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
See, that's the great thing about being the same age until the end of time. I might be eighty-nine, but I still have the memory of a twenty-five-year-old.
Let's see... my family... Well I was born a little further up north, up in Canada. City called Vancouver. It was nice there... not as sunny. My mom's name was Audry, my dad was Peter. They were good to me. We didn't have much money, but they always managed to find a little extra around birthdays and such. We had a nice house. Not big or anything, but nice. Always clean too, my mother loved to clean. My dad, Peter, he was a banker. Not a real high-up executive or anything, but he did well. Used to take my mom out for a fancy dinner on Valentine's day and their anniversary every year.
When I was.. let's see... seven, my mom had another child. A baby girl. My little sister, Sarah. She was such a cute baby. Beautiful girl too, when she was all grown up. There was a pool near our house, I tought her to swim there. She went on to join a swim team. She was really good, could beat just about anyone with her backstroke. Went on to the Olympics even.
Anyway, I suppose the point would be I had a good childhood. No major dysfunction. Unless you count me. I don't know what happened to any of them after I got bitten. I didn't want to drag them into it. Like I said, I can't protect shit. Sure as hell couldn't protect myself.
As for the chick that bit me, I'm not really sure who she was. She didn't stick around to help me at all. Really, it's another good reason I left Vancouver. I don't know how I'd live with myself if I'd killed someone I knew. I was hiking that day, out of town. Far away from most people. My first kill was a rabbit, then a dear, then a bear. Closest things with hearbeats. When I was done, I got a little bit of myself back. Enough to know I could never go home. I didn't want my family to see me as I was, I didn't want to end up hurting them, and I didn't want anyone else hurting them to get to me. So I moved down here. Never looked back.
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
Well, I'm a bit self-depricating, in case you hadn't noticed. I have my reasons. I'm told I can be a little rash, I guess I don't have a whole lot of self-control. But then again, I'm using up my self-control on other things. What other things? Look buddy, do you have any idea how good your blood smells to someone like me? I can hear every beat your feeble little human heart makes, hear the blood pumping through your veins... you have minor gum disease, did you know that? I can taste the blood from your bleeding gums in the air, like a little spice of copper in every br- Sorry. No, don't worry, I've got control. See, this is what I'm talking about. Trying to suppres that sort of thing all the time... well it leaves room for slip-ups in other areas. Like my language. Alright, that one's not really a slip-up. I just like to swear.
Don't get me wrong though, I don't think I'm all bad. I have redeeming traits. Despite my general indifference towards... well... nearly everything, I have been told I'm a rather nice guy. Funny even, sometimes. I don't panic easy, and am a very accepting person. Open minded too. I have a bad habit of running away when things get too emotional though. Too hard. I can't protect people, so it isnt really fair for me to get real close to them, is it? I've had lots of girl-friends, but never any serious ones. One girl called it a fear of comitment. I think it's a little more then that, but call it whatever you want. I just don't want people to start depending on me. Why? 'Cause I don't want to let them down, alright?
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific, punk.
Went for a donought break, did you? Shame you didn't choke. Alright, keep your hair on. It's just a joke.
Alright... fancy things... Well, I could suck your blood quicker than you could down a six-pack, but I wouldn't really consider that “fancy”, would you? It's rather gruesome really. I could easily lift a car, or out-run a cheetah. And if you punched me, I probably wouldn't even feel it. But then again, I am a vampire, and these are all rather normal things for someone like me. Oh, and the normal vampire influence thing. I can make humans... trust me, let's say. I gotta say, the strength thing is the best though. I mean, I used to lift weights before, but I was never this strong. And best of all, I don't have to look like a body-builder for it.
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
Hell no! Another stupid question. Look, I've met others like me. And I've met others... not so much like me, but nothing like you either. I know what's out there buddy. And in no way am I the best. Not that I'm the weakest either. That'd be you buddy! [Laugh] But seriously, there's always someone stronger out there, so best to show those better then you some respect. Which makes me wonder why I'm putting up with your shit.
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
I like snowboarding. I've been up to Mammoth Mountain, learned there a few years back. It's relaxing to be honest. I'm fond of music too, mostly rock. I tried singing once, even joined a band. We never went anywhere though. Anyway, that was several years ago. I like Parkour actually, learned it from a guy I used to know. I don't like those vampires who use their “influence” just to hypnotize girls into bed. There's just something morally wrong with that, you know? Almost like date rape. I don't really like drunk people either, mostly because I can't stand puke. And I don't like swimming anymore. Just reminds me of Sarah and... well I just don't really want to go there, alright? I'm not really fond of people commited to chaos and destruction and all that to be honest, but I'm not too fond of all those silly do-gooders either. Life needs balance. You can't try to be all of one or the other.
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
What are you, blind? Yeah, I have a big fucking scar on my goddamn face. Nice and big, a horizontal line just above my right eyebrow. Ran into a coffee table when I was two. And three scratch marks on the back of my right shoulder from a fight when I was seventeen. I was stupid back then. I don't have any tattoos. Other then stuff like that, I guess there's the general stuff. I'm six-foot-two, decently built I suppose. Short brown hair, blue eyes. I generally wear the same sort of thing, I'm a jeans and t-shirts kinda guy, so I guess you could sort of count that?
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
No, not seeing anyone. As I said, I don't do serious relationships. One night stands are always fun. I'll date too, just not for more then say... a month. I guess it could go longer as long as she understood there was no emotional attachment. Just sex. It's better that way really. Besides, who wants to be tied down? I'd hate to get board. After about a month I'm generally ready for a fresh face anyway.
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, tristan?
No thanks buddy, not unless you're gonna lace it with blood.
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NAME/ALIAS: Alexis
AGE: Seventeen
RP EXPERIENCE: Quite a bit. Around five or six years, I think...
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: Maybe later
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
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Alexander Tristan Carr
[/font]So tell me baby, pretty baby, that this house is not a graveyard,
Tell me how to stay strong and carry you home,
bad cop:
for the record - state your name and any aliases you go by.
Look buddy, you don't need to get all wannabe intimidating on me, alright? I'll answer your fucking question. I'm Tristan, okay? Tristan Carr. Well... alright, Tristan's not my first name, okay? First name's Alexander, but I'd really rather you didn't call me that. Why? What a stupid question. Do you even know what the name Alexander means? It means “Protector of mankind”. How would you like to walk around with a demanding name like that? I can't protect shit. So call me Tristan. Please.
state your age. [pauses] your real age, smartass.
Eighty-nine. Don't exactly look it do I? [bitter laugh] That's right, I'm old enough to be your grandad. Maybe you oughta show a little respect for your elder here.
state your occupation or what you consider it to be.
Security guard. I work the nightly graveyard shift three times a week down at the docks. That's Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, in case you were wondering. I wanted to be a bouncer, but apparently I don't look intimidating enough. [laugh] Funny, huh? I could knock most of those fat-asses down on their asses. But sometimes it's just all about looks, isn't it? Not so much about talent. Although in my case I suppose it isn't so much talent as it is ability. Did I always want to be a security guard? Ha! Of course not. Come on buddy, did you always want to be a cop, munching on donuts and wondering just what went wrong with your life? No, I didn't think so. But then, that's the difference between us. I know what went wrong with my life.
good cop:
so what was it like growing up with a family like yours?
See, that's the great thing about being the same age until the end of time. I might be eighty-nine, but I still have the memory of a twenty-five-year-old.
Let's see... my family... Well I was born a little further up north, up in Canada. City called Vancouver. It was nice there... not as sunny. My mom's name was Audry, my dad was Peter. They were good to me. We didn't have much money, but they always managed to find a little extra around birthdays and such. We had a nice house. Not big or anything, but nice. Always clean too, my mother loved to clean. My dad, Peter, he was a banker. Not a real high-up executive or anything, but he did well. Used to take my mom out for a fancy dinner on Valentine's day and their anniversary every year.
When I was.. let's see... seven, my mom had another child. A baby girl. My little sister, Sarah. She was such a cute baby. Beautiful girl too, when she was all grown up. There was a pool near our house, I tought her to swim there. She went on to join a swim team. She was really good, could beat just about anyone with her backstroke. Went on to the Olympics even.
Anyway, I suppose the point would be I had a good childhood. No major dysfunction. Unless you count me. I don't know what happened to any of them after I got bitten. I didn't want to drag them into it. Like I said, I can't protect shit. Sure as hell couldn't protect myself.
As for the chick that bit me, I'm not really sure who she was. She didn't stick around to help me at all. Really, it's another good reason I left Vancouver. I don't know how I'd live with myself if I'd killed someone I knew. I was hiking that day, out of town. Far away from most people. My first kill was a rabbit, then a dear, then a bear. Closest things with hearbeats. When I was done, I got a little bit of myself back. Enough to know I could never go home. I didn't want my family to see me as I was, I didn't want to end up hurting them, and I didn't want anyone else hurting them to get to me. So I moved down here. Never looked back.
thank you for offering up that information. so share with me something personal about you.
Well, I'm a bit self-depricating, in case you hadn't noticed. I have my reasons. I'm told I can be a little rash, I guess I don't have a whole lot of self-control. But then again, I'm using up my self-control on other things. What other things? Look buddy, do you have any idea how good your blood smells to someone like me? I can hear every beat your feeble little human heart makes, hear the blood pumping through your veins... you have minor gum disease, did you know that? I can taste the blood from your bleeding gums in the air, like a little spice of copper in every br- Sorry. No, don't worry, I've got control. See, this is what I'm talking about. Trying to suppres that sort of thing all the time... well it leaves room for slip-ups in other areas. Like my language. Alright, that one's not really a slip-up. I just like to swear.
Don't get me wrong though, I don't think I'm all bad. I have redeeming traits. Despite my general indifference towards... well... nearly everything, I have been told I'm a rather nice guy. Funny even, sometimes. I don't panic easy, and am a very accepting person. Open minded too. I have a bad habit of running away when things get too emotional though. Too hard. I can't protect people, so it isnt really fair for me to get real close to them, is it? I've had lots of girl-friends, but never any serious ones. One girl called it a fear of comitment. I think it's a little more then that, but call it whatever you want. I just don't want people to start depending on me. Why? 'Cause I don't want to let them down, alright?
bad cop:
so what fancy things can you do? be specific, punk.
Went for a donought break, did you? Shame you didn't choke. Alright, keep your hair on. It's just a joke.
Alright... fancy things... Well, I could suck your blood quicker than you could down a six-pack, but I wouldn't really consider that “fancy”, would you? It's rather gruesome really. I could easily lift a car, or out-run a cheetah. And if you punched me, I probably wouldn't even feel it. But then again, I am a vampire, and these are all rather normal things for someone like me. Oh, and the normal vampire influence thing. I can make humans... trust me, let's say. I gotta say, the strength thing is the best though. I mean, I used to lift weights before, but I was never this strong. And best of all, I don't have to look like a body-builder for it.
i bet you think you’re the best, huh? better than everyone else.
Hell no! Another stupid question. Look, I've met others like me. And I've met others... not so much like me, but nothing like you either. I know what's out there buddy. And in no way am I the best. Not that I'm the weakest either. That'd be you buddy! [Laugh] But seriously, there's always someone stronger out there, so best to show those better then you some respect. Which makes me wonder why I'm putting up with your shit.
good cop:
so what are your likes and dislikes?
I like snowboarding. I've been up to Mammoth Mountain, learned there a few years back. It's relaxing to be honest. I'm fond of music too, mostly rock. I tried singing once, even joined a band. We never went anywhere though. Anyway, that was several years ago. I like Parkour actually, learned it from a guy I used to know. I don't like those vampires who use their “influence” just to hypnotize girls into bed. There's just something morally wrong with that, you know? Almost like date rape. I don't really like drunk people either, mostly because I can't stand puke. And I don't like swimming anymore. Just reminds me of Sarah and... well I just don't really want to go there, alright? I'm not really fond of people commited to chaos and destruction and all that to be honest, but I'm not too fond of all those silly do-gooders either. Life needs balance. You can't try to be all of one or the other.
i’m wondering – do you have any distinguishing features?
What are you, blind? Yeah, I have a big fucking scar on my goddamn face. Nice and big, a horizontal line just above my right eyebrow. Ran into a coffee table when I was two. And three scratch marks on the back of my right shoulder from a fight when I was seventeen. I was stupid back then. I don't have any tattoos. Other then stuff like that, I guess there's the general stuff. I'm six-foot-two, decently built I suppose. Short brown hair, blue eyes. I generally wear the same sort of thing, I'm a jeans and t-shirts kinda guy, so I guess you could sort of count that?
so, are you seeing anyone special? or have anyone in mind?
No, not seeing anyone. As I said, I don't do serious relationships. One night stands are always fun. I'll date too, just not for more then say... a month. I guess it could go longer as long as she understood there was no emotional attachment. Just sex. It's better that way really. Besides, who wants to be tied down? I'd hate to get board. After about a month I'm generally ready for a fresh face anyway.
are you sure you don’t want some coffee, tristan?
No thanks buddy, not unless you're gonna lace it with blood.
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NAME/ALIAS: Alexis
AGE: Seventeen
RP EXPERIENCE: Quite a bit. Around five or six years, I think...
ANY OTHER CHARACTERS?: Maybe later
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
Ryder was daydreaming again, grey eyes glazed over and gazing into the distance. Daydreaming was dangerous of course, but unavoidable most days. She hadn't slept enough or eaten enough in the last... well, longer than she cared to remember. Daydreams would creep up on her during her little rests, sometimes almost closer to hallucinations than fantasies. She could see it now, herself; slim, but not as she was now with bones stuck out at sharp angles from underneath tight skin. Hair neatly combed and brushed, not the matted and muddy dark brown mess of near dreadlocks it was now. She could see having a house, with her own room and a nice, big bed with clean, soft sheets. And a bathroom, with a big rain shower and Jacuzzi tub. She could feel herself slipping under the warm water, back being gently massaged by a water jet...
A noise at the bottom of the stairwell pulled Ryder out of her daydream slowly, at first trying to slip unnoticed into her daydream, disguised as a room-mate, but then tugging gently at the corner of her subconscious, pulling her away from the Jacuzzi and into the real world. And then she was back in the dirty stairwell, surrounded by the artificial lights and a damp, decaying smell. Alone. Except...
Ryder heard the noise again, this time catching it through the haze of being sleep deprived and slightly malnourished. Something else was in the stairwell. She quickly shouldered her backpack and pulled a machete she'd found in some one's shed from the homemade sheath she wore around her waist. At one point she'd had a shotgun, but finding ammo for it had become increasingly difficult and she'd been a terrible shot anyway. Even with the shotgun, which was really a little bit sad. She was much better with the machete, physical strength by far surpassing her marksmanship. At one point, before this damned infection had begun, she'd taken competitive gymnastics and done a bit of parkour. Ryder was pretty sure that these skills had saved her life more times than being a good shot with a gun would have.
Slowly and carefully Ryder began to make her way up the stairs, one agonisingly slow step after another. The thing down there, if there was something down there, didn't seem to have seen or heard her yet. She was lucky. At the top of the stairs she backed into the door to the roof and jumped, just barely managing to hold down a scream. Screaming was still her natural first response to surprises, but during the last month of so, she'd managed to train herself to swallow it. It only took one scream to get you killed. She turned around slowly and eased the door open, praying it wouldn't creak and give her away. Just one more inch and then... yes! She managed to slip silently through it and on to the roof of the building.
The sun was just beginning to set and she cursed herself. She'd been in the stairwell longer than she'd intended, having let her daydream run away with her. Outside now, it was cooler, and she zipped up the black hoodie she wore over her dirty brown tank-top. It would have been nice to have had a chance to wash her clothes, but that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. New clothes would have been another nice luxury, as the knees of her black jeans had worn out a week or two ago.
Ryder glanced around at the other low rooftops of the small town she'd come to that day, trying to decided on where might be a decent place to hole up and sleep for an hour or two. She took a step forward, but stopped. Footsteps... running, somewhere near the north end of the building. She made her way over to the edge of the roof on that side and looked down. There were two of those things, running towards the building. Ryder frowned. Why would one of those... creatures, be chasing another of it's kind? She squinted hard at the first figure, a man. No... He couldn't possibly be clean. She hadn't seen any uninfected people in at least a month. And yet...
The man ran up to the wall of the building, and Ryder could have sworn she heard him swear. He turned to face the other creature and drew a pistol. Realisation hit Ryder hard. He was still... human. Clean. She looked at the infected thing running towards him. If she didn't think quick, he wouldn't be for much longer. She dropped her pack onto the roof and quickly unzipped it, cringing at the noise it made. She drew out a length of rope and prayed it would be long enough. Then she threw one end down to the man.
“Grab on!”
A noise at the bottom of the stairwell pulled Ryder out of her daydream slowly, at first trying to slip unnoticed into her daydream, disguised as a room-mate, but then tugging gently at the corner of her subconscious, pulling her away from the Jacuzzi and into the real world. And then she was back in the dirty stairwell, surrounded by the artificial lights and a damp, decaying smell. Alone. Except...
Ryder heard the noise again, this time catching it through the haze of being sleep deprived and slightly malnourished. Something else was in the stairwell. She quickly shouldered her backpack and pulled a machete she'd found in some one's shed from the homemade sheath she wore around her waist. At one point she'd had a shotgun, but finding ammo for it had become increasingly difficult and she'd been a terrible shot anyway. Even with the shotgun, which was really a little bit sad. She was much better with the machete, physical strength by far surpassing her marksmanship. At one point, before this damned infection had begun, she'd taken competitive gymnastics and done a bit of parkour. Ryder was pretty sure that these skills had saved her life more times than being a good shot with a gun would have.
Slowly and carefully Ryder began to make her way up the stairs, one agonisingly slow step after another. The thing down there, if there was something down there, didn't seem to have seen or heard her yet. She was lucky. At the top of the stairs she backed into the door to the roof and jumped, just barely managing to hold down a scream. Screaming was still her natural first response to surprises, but during the last month of so, she'd managed to train herself to swallow it. It only took one scream to get you killed. She turned around slowly and eased the door open, praying it wouldn't creak and give her away. Just one more inch and then... yes! She managed to slip silently through it and on to the roof of the building.
The sun was just beginning to set and she cursed herself. She'd been in the stairwell longer than she'd intended, having let her daydream run away with her. Outside now, it was cooler, and she zipped up the black hoodie she wore over her dirty brown tank-top. It would have been nice to have had a chance to wash her clothes, but that wasn't likely to happen any time soon. New clothes would have been another nice luxury, as the knees of her black jeans had worn out a week or two ago.
Ryder glanced around at the other low rooftops of the small town she'd come to that day, trying to decided on where might be a decent place to hole up and sleep for an hour or two. She took a step forward, but stopped. Footsteps... running, somewhere near the north end of the building. She made her way over to the edge of the roof on that side and looked down. There were two of those things, running towards the building. Ryder frowned. Why would one of those... creatures, be chasing another of it's kind? She squinted hard at the first figure, a man. No... He couldn't possibly be clean. She hadn't seen any uninfected people in at least a month. And yet...
The man ran up to the wall of the building, and Ryder could have sworn she heard him swear. He turned to face the other creature and drew a pistol. Realisation hit Ryder hard. He was still... human. Clean. She looked at the infected thing running towards him. If she didn't think quick, he wouldn't be for much longer. She dropped her pack onto the roof and quickly unzipped it, cringing at the noise it made. She drew out a length of rope and prayed it would be long enough. Then she threw one end down to the man.
“Grab on!”
