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 Male x Male  One x One Roleplay  Supernatural/Paranormal Bad Trip (SomehowStillSane & Kylulu)

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by SomehowStillSane, Aug 12, 2019.

  1. SomehowStillSane

    SomehowStillSane new wave death rat Member

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    @Kylulu

    Another eviction. This time after only a few months, like Davey's luck was actually getting worse.

    Didn't like the "seedy element,' the landlord had said. Davey had asked why it fucking mattered where the rent was coming from so long as he fucking paid it on time, it wasn't like he was robbing banks. Then the landlord had implied he might accept another payment, cut out the middleman, and Davey had told him to go fuck himself with his bald spot, and 48 hours later he was without a fucking roof again. Just because Davey didn't have self respect didn't mean he didn't have self respect - did that even make sense? Fuck, he didn't fucking care. The guy never fucking showered, Davey had a right to refuse service to creepy old fucks.

    He didn't know where he was planning on going, tonight. Isaac's, maybe, but he didn't want to push that too far. It was a warm night, clear out. Better to save his friend's hospitality for pouring rain or blizzards. Either way, he'd wanted to fucking avoid it as long as he could, so he was clubbing. In the city, legal last call was 4 am - that meant he had a place to be almost until sunrise, a place where he didn't have to hide his wallet and sleep with a pocketknife. He didn't have money to spend on drinks, but they usually ended up being bought for him anyway.

    He did have money to spend on cigarettes - well, not really, he just spent it anyway - so for the moment he was taking a smoke break outside, trying to calm his frayed nerves via nicotine. He was staring at the brick wall of the alley blankly, trying to stifle his thoughts, when his eye caught sight of something bright blue peeking behind a dumpster. Further investigation revealed it to be a little vial, bright blue powder inside. Davey did enough drugs to know them when he saw them, though it was a little hard to define this one - the blue was sort of unnatural, too bright. Was some dealer trying to get clever with his coke, or something? Given the location, it could just as easily be some kind of party drug, though - that'd make more sense.

    It could also be like, fucking poison, too, or laced with fucking cyanide. Honestly? Win-win.

    ~~~~~​

    Half an hour later, and Davey was... pretty fucking sure that was not cocaine. Not poison, either, at least as far as he could tell - physically, he felt pretty much fine. But mentally?

    It was like he could - he could - fucking hear the universe. He'd done shrooms, he'd done acid, this was fucking different, he felt... he felt too fucking aware. Of everything. The couple in the back, grinding on each other, something about it made Davey feel like she wanted more than the guy was looking for, more than a hookup. The bartender, he looked tired, but not outwardly, just - he just did. Like, tired in his fucking soul. And all around him, he could fucking feel that, from every fucking person, at once, and if he didn't get the fuck out, he was going to lose his fucking mind.

    A minute later, he was stumbling out of the alley door, leaning against the brick wall and rubbing his eyes before he noticed two people a few yards down, having some kind of heated conversation he couldn't quite make out. And they... were wrong. That was the only way to describe it, like looking at them ate at his soul, like they shouldn't fucking exist. "Your... eyes are red." It came out before he realized he was saying it, just a blank observation, the green-haired punk's eyes wide as saucers.
     
  2. Kylulu

    Kylulu Wandering Star Member

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    Whatever problems it might have caused for them all, Johnny's refusal to give in and take the angel dust for as long as he had gave a pretty good baseline for them to go off of. Determined and disciplined vampires could make it a little over a week without their fix. Less for those who panicked and lost control. It made it much easier to keep track of all these moving parts. To keep tabs on those who might become problems in the future. And now knowing all this, it became clear when something wasn't following the pattern. Clairie should have come begging for forgiveness by now, absolutely desperate for a dose. But she hadn't. She should have been absolutely feral by now, ravenous and insatiable. It should have caused a scene. But there was none. Which left the only logical conclusion that she was still taking Angel Dust. She was getting it from somewhere else, though everyone had been strictly forbidden to sell to her. There was a weak link in the chain that needed replacing, and Clairie was going to lead them to it.

    Tracking her down wasn't exactly difficult, the woman feeling no need to hide just how well she was doing without support. Pride and vanity was the downfall of many. If she were half as smart as she thought she was, Clarie would have disappeared quietly. Fal cornered her outside her favourite club, the pulse of the music loud enough to be heard through the walls as they pinned her in place. "You can't deny what we know to be true, Clairie. You should be dead by now." Fal insisted, keeping their gaze level with the stubborn woman's. "Someone's selling to you. And if you don't want to end up in a worse position than you already are, you will tell me where to find them." Not that they needed her to tell them anything. They would find out on their own with a bit of work. But there was always more work, and they couldn't spend too long on this particular issue.

    "Go to hell!" Clairie hissed, lips pulled back in a snarl. But she didn't lash out. Not yet. Further evidence that she was still in control. Fal frowned, disappointed in her. Clairie had seemed smarter than this.

    "And you're willing to make an enemy out of the council over this? They'll eviscerate you, Clairie, and it will not be quick."

    "Your threats are empty! Ami doesn't run the fucking council!"

    "She might as well be in charge of it now." Muttered under their breath, careful and quiet. As though they didn't want to be heard. An act, to gain some common ground with Clairie. Ease her worries. Make her open up. It might have worked, but the relative privacy they had was broken suddenly, both vampires looking up towards the source of the noise. A waif of a young man, pupils blown wide and swaying where he stood. And... They had red eyes? Fal stole a quick glance to Claire. Her eyes were still a lovely amber. So their's were likely still blue. And the kid was probably tripping something fierce. Claire recovered first.

    "Hey asshole, its rude to interrupt a conversation. Go trip somewhere else."
     
  3. SomehowStillSane

    SomehowStillSane new wave death rat Member

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    Davey stepped back a little when the woman spoke, revealing sharp white fangs. That... weren't there. But were. The same way her eyes were amber and red at the same time, the same way they felt fucking wrong even though Davey didn't know why. And, yeah, he knew drugs did that, he knew some drugs could make it feel like fucking God himself was sending you a message, but this was different, because he really fucking swore the feeling was right, not just some psychosis. He almost opened his mouth to insist that, they were red, underneath, he could fucking see it, but he shut it again after realizing that would only make him sound like a fucking nutcase.

    Fuck, he felt like a fucking nutcase. His eyes slid over the two of them, taking in their positions, the woman pinned against the wall by the other, the tense air around them. "Is everything... you're okay?" he checked after a silence that stretched on way longer than he realized, standing up a little straighter. They felt wrong, but that was - that was psychological, but the situation was realer, more tangible. Even if it didn't feel like it.
     
  4. Kylulu

    Kylulu Wandering Star Member

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    Fal was watching the man as Clairie told him off, saw the way his face shifted. How he stepped back. Afraid? Startled? It couldn't just be from her words. And while the kid was definitely high, he wasn't so high that he didn't know when to shut up, swallowing whatever words were on his tongue. And that made it seem like maybe he wasn't hallucinating as much as they thought he was. If he was lucid enough to know when to stop, he'd be lucid enough to differentiate between what was and what wasn't real. So... The red eyes might have been something he could see, for whatever reason. It wasn't as though he'd been wrong about the colour. That... That was interesting. Something to look into, and Fal found themselves wishing they weren't busy with Clairie. Whom was still pinned against the wall. No wonder the kid seemed worried. "Don't be a hero, kid." Fal warned. The last thing they needed was a human getting mixed up in all this. Vanishing people raised a lot of questions.

    "...What else do you see?" Because they needed to know. Needed to be sure that it was or wasn't just a hallucination. Were they really able to see? Because that seemed the more pressing issue at the moment. Clairie they knew, it would be a simple matter to find and catch her again. Get the information they needed. Ami wouldn't be happy about the delay, but Ami didn't own Fal, as much as she thought she did.
     
  5. SomehowStillSane

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    That question, though. That wasn't a question you casually asked a stranger tripping in front of you, that was... too curious. That wasn't the drugs, that was real, and Davey was starting to realize that maybe his gut feeling wasn't wrong on this one. That threat, their aura, that question - he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his heart speed up a bit, taking another step back. "I, uh - nevermind. I, um, I was wrong," he mumbled, "took something bad." His footsteps were backing towards the side door, ready to dart inside as soon as he was within arm's reach. Just because he was lucid enough to know when to shut up didn't mean he was fully lucid - his steps landed on the ground wrong, and everything felt a little muddy, hard to differentiate between what was real and what was.... a different real.
     
  6. Kylulu

    Kylulu Wandering Star Member

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    The kid was spooked, trying to run, backing towards the door. Looking for a way out. You could close that distance easily. Yes, but did Clairie know that he could do that? Does it really matter? It might, especially if their encounter became violent. Risk it. Was it worth it? This human sees you. Risk it. Fal was across the alley with blinding speed, hand slamming against the door to keep it closed just as the kid had managed to find his way there. Fixing intense eyes blue eyes on the kid. "...Clairie, if you don't take this chance to disappear, I cannot save you from what comes next." They warned, dismissing her. Her fate was in her own hands again. Maybe she'd be smarter this time, but that was doubtful. And irrelevant in this moment. "What else do you see?" Fal's attention focused solely on the human now, unwilling to let him simply walk out. Repeating the question.
     
  7. SomehowStillSane

    SomehowStillSane new wave death rat Member

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    Davey jumped when the stranger moved forward and blocked his path, faster than he even really saw, and that was when he went from mildly freaked out to full-on panicked, heart skipping a beat and breath quickening. He hadn't imagined that, he couldn't've hallucinated that, that was - that was fucking real, they'd moved fucking fast. Fuck, fuck, oh god. Then, like an idiot, Davey's first reaction was to try running, sprinting for the end of the alley as if the fact this person had superhuman speed had just gone right over his head. He'd realize how stupid that was in about a few seconds, but right now, panic was winning out, the state of his head definitely not helping.
     
  8. Kylulu

    Kylulu Wandering Star Member

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    Fal let out a startled laugh as the human took off running. Of course they knew what panic did to people, how it slowed the brain and made men stupid, but it was still so amusing to see it in action. So they let the boy get a small ways ahead of them, before taking off after. It took little effort to catch up, sticking out a foot to trip him, taking hold of his hand and using his falling momentum to spin him around. An arm around his waist and dipping him back and off balance. A touch of amusement on their lips, eyes alight with interest. It'd been so long since anything had really been a surprise. Had been worth chasing down. "I admire the effort, but running is probably not the best choice in this situation." They teased, helping the boy back upright, letting go. They didn't need to hold him here. Or at least, they shouldn't need to. But panic did strange things to people, so Fal was ready for some kind of retaliation.
     
  9. SomehowStillSane

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    Davey let out a squeak when the stranger's foot was suddenly in the way of his own, falling and spinning around too fast for him to really process, staring up at the stranger with wide eyes and rapid breath before he was propped back upright. It wasn't exactly shocking that they'd caught up, in hindsight, but that hardly made him feel better. He wasn't going to try to run again, though, wasn't going to try and hit them - he'd used up his stupid impulse quota for the moment, apparently, and now all he had left was backing against the wall with a look on his face like he was being chased by a poltergeist. "I didn't see anything," he breathed, answering the question finally, though it was obviously a lie. The kind of lie you learned to tell when you somehow always managed to see shit you weren't supposed to.
     
  10. Kylulu

    Kylulu Wandering Star Member

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    Fal gave the boy his space, let him back himself against the wall. The fear was rational, an automatic response to learning things he shouldn't have. And whatever he had in his system likely wasn't helping matters. "Of course." Fal agreed, letting him have his lie. "Of course, you didn't see anything." And while Fal's hypnotism wasn't the greatest, they'd still do their best to ensure that the human didn't remember seeing anything. But that was for later, after he'd learned what he could from the boy. "But if you had seen anything... what all did you see? Hypothetically speaking, of course, because you didn't actually see anything."
     
  11. SomehowStillSane

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    For all his panic, Davey was still a stubborn bitch by nature. "Nothing, just, the - the light hit your eyes funny," he insisted, voice quiet. He wasn't stupid - well, apart from trying to run - he knew by now what he'd seen was fucking real, knew that if he answered the stranger's question, his response was all too likely to line up with reality, and possibly line up with Davey fucking dead. Actually... He leaned into the wall a little further, his best acting, making like the terror changed his mind. "H-horns. You - horns, like, like a..." He trailed off, letting it hang while he tried to look convincing. He was a pretty mediocre liar, but definitely a compulsive one - his idea of 'selling it' usually came off a little too dramatic, a little too faked, but it didn't stop him trying. He hoped the stranger was really fucking bad at seeing through people.
     
  12. Kylulu

    Kylulu Wandering Star Member

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    Stubborn. Everyone Fal was dealing with lately was so utterly, impossibly, fool heartedly stubborn. Maybe that was just the nature of the job, but sometimes they couldn't help but wonder if they just gravitated towards the bull headed. It was a frustrating habit if so. And the kid's acting skills were... not the greatest. Trying too hard. Or maybe they'd just been doing this too long to be fooled by anyone but the best. "Horns, huh?" Their voice was deadpan, very clearly not at all fooled by this charade. This was faked. The fear was real, but the words came from someone desperate to save themselves. It lacked the startled clarity from before. "You know, you're not very good at this lying thing." Fal admitted, stepping closer into his space. "I study people for a living. People who've been playing games far longer than you could ever hope to. You're not going to free yourself by lying to my face."
     
  13. SomehowStillSane

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    Davey shrank back into the wall when the stranger stepped closer, real this time, no longer acting. He didn't know what to do. Fuck, was he gonna get killed? Aside from being intimidating, the stranger wasn't exactly hurting him, but they still... just felt off. Every gut carnal instinct in Davey wanted to get away from them. "...Fangs," he admitted finally, voice quiet and scared. Like a vampire's, though that was fucking insane, right? "I saw fangs, y-you're wrong. Like, wrong, please just let me fucking leave." He was really fucking praying that saying that didn't mean something terrible was about to happen to him.
     
  14. Kylulu

    Kylulu Wandering Star Member

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    Fal waited, letting the human decide what his next move was. Or rather, come to the conclusion that there was really only one choice that worked out in his favour. And he was quick to comply, voice soft and low and oh so scared. Making it very clear that he did not want to be here. It was a strange feeling, finally being seen as a threat, even if it wasn't for the entirely right reasons. But the kid's answer made it clear that he wasn't simply seeing things. "That shouldn't be possible." it hadn't been possible since the last of the oracles died off. Always a pain, having to deal with those who could see right through you. "And yet, there's no denying that you can see. Though, judging by your reaction to all of this, its a new experience. So you haven't always been able." That narrowed things down slightly concerning the cause. It had nothing to do with birth or liniage. So some sort of event then? Or perhaps something he took? The kid was a little unsteady on his feet, Fal taking hold of his chin to hold his head still to inspect pupils that had been blown wide. Clearly he's taken something. "What are you on at the moment?" Could always bite him to find out. It would be easier if he just told them.
     
  15. SomehowStillSane

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    Davey didn't know what to make of the stranger's response, like out-loud observations that he only had half the information to understand. He tensed up when the other grabbed his chin, reflexively trying to jerk away from them, though being backed against the wall didn't give him a whole lot of room to do so. Their hands were cold, though it was hard to judge whether that was circulation or... something else. What are you on at the moment? Fucking christ, he wish he knew. "You tell me," Davey breathed, accompanied by a little laugh that sounded less humorous and more scared shitless.
     
  16. Kylulu

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    "You don't know?" Fal asked, raising a brow. That seemed dangerous, taking a drug you knew nothing about. Maybe it wasn't his choice? But then why not ask for help? Because he could see what they were. Being caught pinning Clairie in place probably didn't help much either. Getting sloppy. "I suppose we'll find out the hard way then." Fal switched their grip from the kid's chin to his wrist, keeping it still as fangs broke the skin, retreating back a moment later. They weren't looking for a meal, just enough for a taste, swiping their tongue to collect the few drops of blood that bubbled to the surface. Letting it linger in his mouth a moment. "...Mix of something. Old standards and... something new." And that something new had him wanting more, Whatever it was mingled into the boy's blood, it made it taste so much better.
     
  17. SomehowStillSane

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    The hard way? Davey's question was answered when the stranger grabbed his wrist and brought it to his mouth, letting out a startled noise of protest when fangs broke skin. Definitely real fangs, definitely physical, and holy fuck, they really were a fucking vampire. And, yeah, Davey was human, he'd had plenty of fantasies when it came to vampires, but none of them fucking went like this. He watched their tongue swipe over his wrist with wide eyes, trying to pull away the whole time, before he finally just snapped. They looked slightly distracted, focusing on the - the taste, or whatever, so Davey chose that moment to shoot a knee up, aiming for right between their legs. He really didn't want to fucking stick around and learn they decided they wanted more.
     
  18. Kylulu

    Kylulu Wandering Star Member

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    Of course the human would want to escape, trying to yank their arm free. That was expected. The knee should have been expected as well. It was not, Fal darting back at the last moment. Having to let go of his hand to get out of the way, giving a small laugh. "Alright then." Was all the warning given, before the kid found himself face down on the pavement, arm twisted back painfully. Fal's knee digging into his back. "I'm not much interested in hurting you, kid, but you try something stupid like that again, and that might change." And hopefully the kid was smart enough to listen. "Kind of tickled you knew that would work though. Most people can't tell. Or was that just a lucky guess?"
     
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    Davey eyes barely had time to widen at the missed shot before he was going down, letting out a yelp when his face smashed into the concrete, the twist of his arm and knee on his back keeping him there. It didn't stop him kicking and squirming, though, freaking the fuck out, trying to at least get the other to quit bending his arm so hard. He gave up after a moment or two with a quiet noise somewhere around a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to calm his breathing. "If you kick hard enough it hurts either way," he mumbled in answer, voice shaky, forcing himself to lie still. Fear, unfortunately, tended to have the reverse effect on Davey as the stranger probably expected - he tended to react less rationally and more like a caged animal, which rarely worked out in his favor. The only reason he was relaxing was so he'd be let up, immediately after which he'd just try again.
     
  20. Kylulu

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    "Ha. I suppose that's true." Fal agreed, letting out a sigh. Probably enjoying being the one in control a touch too much. But when you spent your life pretending to be subservient, making yourself seem as small as possible in a world of giants? It was a good reminder that that wasn't all they were. "So. You don't know what you took? Think someone slipped it into your drink?" Which would make finding out what exactly had caused him to see through everything that much harder to figure out. But that's what made this so fun. The puzzle. The mystery.
     

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