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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 0:39:51 GMT -5
Devon eyed the sick looking male curled in a chair watching them, wrinkled his nose in distaste and wandered to the kitchen, opening the fridge. He licked his lips, watching the others with uncertainty before snatching the things from the fridge and sliding down to the floor. He twisted the cap off a bottle of blood, drinking half of it down thirstily, a drop escaping and dripping down his chin. He heard the younger guy gag and glared over at him defensively, teeth baring some.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 0:45:53 GMT -5
Zander sat down next to Bandit, the little girl looking up at him and messing with the pigtails Thatcher had put in her hair. "You look like a bug." He told her.
"Yeah, but I cute bug." She retorted, and he couldn't help but smile. He heard Deacon chuckle, looked over to see the male shaking his head. But when Connor gagged, he got to his feet, picking Bandit up.
"Ready?" He asked her.
"Yeah. We got get Kissy?" She asked, and he nodded, taking Connor's hand and guiding him outside. Thatcher followed shortly after, closing the door behind him.
"So what? I'm still a rockstar." Marc sang, strumming the guitar annoyingly.
"Far from it." Thatcher said, stretching out.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 0:51:54 GMT -5
Devon watched the guy take Deacon's hand, tilting his head curiously as they left. He drew his knees up, watching the other two, a little more relaxed towards Marc since he had brought the food. But while it took the edge off, it wasn't human, and he picked at the raw meat halfheartedly, eating it in hopes of stopping the cramps in his stomach. "Gross, animals..." He mumbled as he got up, moving towards the couch with the blood filled water bottle, curling up near Zander. He could tolerate regular food on a daily basis, seem normal enough, but it wasn't what he wanted. Especially after not being able to kill anything since being in the hospital.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 0:59:31 GMT -5
"Sorry, I don't like eating people. Getting dead bodies is more Deacon's job." Marc said with a shrug, and a slight lisp considering his fangs were growing longer at the smell of blood.
"Deacon doesn't even work at the hospital anymore." Deacon said, closing the door behind him. Zander watched him walk across the room, his skinny jeans low on his hips and his chest bare.
"I mean, he could always eat your kid." Marc said.
"Bandit isn't even human. She's an angel." He said, sitting down in a chair. Marc got up, holding his guitar by the neck. He sat down on the table, playing a few notes. Zander rested his hand on Devon's leg, shifting his weight a bit.
"Can we not talk about eating people?" He asked uneasily. "Some of us ARE human. And we don't like talking about eating anything that's not cooked.. Or an animal."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 1:08:18 GMT -5
Devon fell quiet, staring at the floor, eyebrows furrowed. He slid the unfinished bottle onto the table reluctantly. "I woul'nt hurt you.." He mumbled, gazing at Zander. He pushed his hand away and got up, wandering towards the back slider to gaze outside, wrapping his arms around himself. He licked blood from his lips, patting his gurgling stomach for a moment.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 1:17:32 GMT -5
Zander bit his lip, feeling like he had done something wrong. He walked over to where Devon stood, wrapping his arms around him gently. He kissed the back of his neck, looking over his shoulder out into the yard. Seeing kids toys at the grim reaper's house seemed out of place.
"I know you'd never hurt me, Devon." He said quietly, resting his chin on his shoulder. He gently ran a hand up and down over Devon's stomach, chewing on his lip. "I didn't mean to imply that you'd hurt me.."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 1:22:49 GMT -5
Devon didn't pull away, but he remained fixed in his spot, looking around the yard. "Wouldn't eat her...." He whispered dejectedly. "I 'done bad, huh..?" His jaw trembled and he swallowed. "'Said I was a monster 'n gonna hurt you all..'said I needed to be locked up..."
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 1:30:19 GMT -5
"I know you wouldn't hurt her, Devon.. I think you're just sick, and that's all there is to it. None of this is your fault. You just.. don't understand, is all." He said quietly, even if he didn't quite believe it. If Devon could eat all those other kids, why wouldn't he snap and eat Bandit? Or even him? There was no saying that if it came down to it, he would eat anyone. And to think otherwise would be foolish. Anyone was capable of anything, given the circumstances.
"Why don't you go finish your drink and we can sit out in the back yard?" He suggested.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 8, 2012 1:35:43 GMT -5
Devon just pulled away quietly and sat back down to finish off the bottle, tossed it and licked his lips and snakebites clean before wandering slowly back. He gazed at Marc as he passed, eyes more confused and indifferent than anything, then crossed his arms again, watching Zander quietly.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 8, 2012 1:39:42 GMT -5
Marc looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, then back at whatever he and Deacon were watching on the TV. Zander looked up when Devon came back, pushing the door open for him. But something about it seemed wrong, like Devon could just run away and never come back. There was nothing but woods surrounding the place.
Zander walked over to the sandbox, sitting down beside it. He ran his hand over the sand before he pulled it back, dusting it off over the grass. "I didn't mean to hurt you.." He said quietly, picking at the grass by his feet.
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