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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 17, 2012 20:58:16 GMT -5
Devon blinked, standing and walking towards the bathroom as the tv began to question possible murder. He stood over the girl, just staring silently at her, licking at briefly sharpened teeth before stepping back, and slinking out of the room.
He glanced towards the kitchen then down at his wrists with a soft breath, seeming to think. His eye were bloodshot again, inhuman as he stared at the male angel.
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Post by duskin on Jan 18, 2012 3:51:52 GMT -5
Duskin sat on the counter, eating slowly from his bowl. He seemed to be deep in thought, and didn't realize that the guy was standing there until Dru said something.
"See something you like, or do you always eye weirdos like Dusk like that?" She asked, then walked out the door, grabbing her keys off the table and shaking the blood off with a huff.
"I'm not the one probably going to do another porno." He said, looking back down at his bowl. He chewed his lip, obviously not hungry anymore. "Don't mind her. She's a bit of a.. handful." He said, setting his bowl on the counter. He looked around, tapping his fingers on the counter.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 18, 2012 13:39:45 GMT -5
Devon's eyes flashed, about to retort as she walked out, working his jaw in agitation. He glanced back at Duskin. "I've seen worse."
'I am worse.'
He kept his mouth shut. Debating. He knew he clearly wasn't invited to stay here much longer, chewing on his tongue some. Or...he could simply get rid of this guy and leave, even if he wasn't completely hungry. He could always find someone already dead.
Still watching the guy, he licked at lips to rid them of drool, teeth sharp, eyes bloodshot. He flexed his fingers, itching to go after this guy just for the pleasure of it.
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Post by duskin on Jan 18, 2012 18:27:53 GMT -5
"I think selling your body out to whoever, and then filming half of them is right up there with people who molest little kids, and kill others for no reason. But that's just me.. Even I will never understand them. And I'm a psychologist." He walked over to the cupboard, pulling out a glass. He walked to the fridge, and poured some apple juice into the cup.
"But I guess you can't read everyone." He shrugged, walking past him to peek into the bathroom at Dallas. Her hand was moving in the water, like she was trying to wake up. He walked back, taking a seat on the sofa.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 18, 2012 19:04:26 GMT -5
Devon sneered at every single one of his words. 'Oh..if only he knew...'
Fingernails stretched and lengthened, eyes red rimmed and more bloodshot than ever, wings begging to be let out. He stepped forward, hands wrapping around Duskin's neck scarily fast, the claws on his thumbs pressing against his juggular.
"Don't make a scene," He huffed with an insane laugh, stradling the guy, peering into his eyes without a hint of humanity. He pressed his chest closer, massive, torn and rugged, leathery bat wings unfurling from his back. "I'ma be your worst nightmare, bitch."
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Post by duskin on Jan 18, 2012 19:11:58 GMT -5
Duskin coughed, trying to push him away. It wasn't the fear that was unsettling about this prediciment. It was the fact he wouldn't know how long he would be passed out if the guy actually did hurt him. Dallas would be alone, and if she saw him hurt, she would probably freak out.
He wheezed, his wings breaking through his back and tearing his shirt. He grabbed his wrists, trying to pull him away. "Mmph.." He cried, biting his lip, trying to pull his arms down. 'Please don't wake up, Dallas.. Please..' He thought, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Don't hurt her.." He rhasped.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 18, 2012 19:45:49 GMT -5
Devon growled faintly. "What I do has nothing to do with you." He tightened his grip. "I said don't make a scene."
Drool ran from sharpened teeth down his chin, the news playing softly in the background. "You're gonna end up like that boy. Another pretty memory..a triumph.." He grinned madly. "Dead. Again."
He wasn't sure that he had ever attempted to kill and angel, and despite not being hungry, his breed as well as his insanity was only having fun with this.
He let go of Duskin's throat with one hand, digging long black nails deep into his arm.
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Post by duskin on Jan 18, 2012 19:56:48 GMT -5
"You can't kill an angel." He said flatly, wincing as he felt the guy's nails into his arm. In his eyes wasn't fear, or even worry; it was apathy. Unlike Dallas, he had leaned to stop being afraid. He knew that no matter what he did would make a difference, as long as he still walked a straight line.
"You don't have to hurt Dallas.. She helped you. That's a hell of a way to tell her thanks. People like you are the reason the poor girl is so afraid of everyone." He looked towards the door, more scared for Dallas than for himself. He could always come back and be the same Duskin. Dallas would only shrink more into her shell. He was lucky to get her out of the house now. If she saw him out of the floor, she would probably not even leave the house, knowing this guy was out walking around.
"You can do whatever you want to me. I don't care. But if you hurt her, I will make sure you pay. She's broken enough."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jan 18, 2012 21:47:24 GMT -5
"I don't feel thanks," He snapped. He'd forgotten how to feel a lot of things. And this guy said his sister was broken? His grip tightened on his arm. "You have no clue what it's like, being a /freak/," He snarled, his voice wavering some though his eyes remained emotionless.
He pulled him forward so he could shove him against the couch, practically sitting in his lap the way he had him pinned. "I don't got what you do, nobody should deserve to be better than me!" He'd obviously been mistreated, and had made it clear now that something was terribly off in his head.
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Post by duskin on Jan 19, 2012 19:52:53 GMT -5
Duskin looked up at him, wondering what had happened to him to turn him into such a horrible person. "Everyone deserves to be treated the same. Why? Who's been hurting you?" He asked slowly, hoping the words wouldn't set him off. The feeling of another male so close to him made him uncomfortable. Heck, the feeling of any other living being so close to him made him uncomfortable.
"Everything is okay. I'm not treating you any worse than anyone else. You're all the same to me. You don't have to hurt anyone to be cared for." He said quietly, his back aching from his wings being crushed against the sofa.
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