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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 26, 2015 21:22:20 GMT -8
Marcus looked up from slurping on the cooling body. Marcus- "Hmm? Oh, yes, that was my other being, inherited from some disgusting old man. It's not of much use on the continent, so I'm glad to have found a maritime environment." Marcus- "The other body likely still has some blood in it. Dig in, love. Don't let it all leak into the sand more than I already have. I made quite a mess when I uncorked that one. Heh... "
{originally} He looked out at the sea, wistfully. Despite the circumstances, the swimmer inside him was feeling immensely jealous that he couldn't be a majestic (if murdering) creature of the sea.
"...I wish I could be a dolphin..." Eli daintily crouched down, and grabbed the arm of the dead hustla. Just pretend he just got beat up, he's only knocked out... without a head. Totally fixable. Totally not dead... He started nomming, grating those awkward Sombreta teeth, rather than whipping out the ol' Leo knife.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 26, 2015 22:09:20 GMT -8
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 26, 2015 23:09:05 GMT -8
Marcus- "I'll show you the old ways, boy. Come here..."
~~Guys totes got freaky next to some corpses under an overpass~~ Marcus- "Nice."
He rifled through the former Hustlah's pockets and took their wallets, and his wadded up money. One of them wore a nice thumb ring which he wrenched off, and admired. Marcus- "Do you want to do anything with these bodies or shall I dispose of them?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 26, 2015 23:30:28 GMT -8
Eli shook his head. "I'm okay, I think."
Marcus- "Very well, I never know who is in to that sort of thing. I don't understand it myself. I only fuck the food before it's dead. " He laid the wallets carefully on the sand, and hoisted the two bodies up, one over each shoulder. He leaned to the side to grab the removed head by the hair, and looked to be laden with a horrible set of luggage. Then a strange thing happened, it was like someone erased his image, he faded to the dull grey-brown that made up the gravelly sand.
Marcus- "Keeeeerrrekee. The camouflaged monster slipped through the sand, taking the bodies with it, leaving behind streamers of coagulating blood. It landed in the water with the sound of an oversized sugar cube dropped in a cup of tea. The salty sea air mixed with the hot metallic scent of blood, and cars clattered over the overpass. A human laughed somewhere far away.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 0:01:00 GMT -8
In time, water splashed at the end of the dock, and Marcus clambered up the side. He shook his hair out, and leaned on a post in all his Late Kallan Classical glory. Marcus- "It is done. Say, close your eyes." He didn't wait to see if Eli did. A splash of sea water came from nowhere and dumped over Eli, washing the blood away. He dressed on the dock save for the shoes, and carried them dangling off a finger, looking to all the world as a carefree, tousled beach-bum. He collected the wallets.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 0:28:50 GMT -8
Marcus- "Certainly. I've been nearly everywhere except the Southern land."
He idly kicked the blood clumps into the sand, until no signs of struggle remained, and even the remaining metallic tang dissipated into old fish and rotten wood. He began walking back toward the car.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 0:55:44 GMT -8
Marcus- "Hahaha, if they see me, it's only at night. The sand can hold the warmth of the sun for a long while, it's pleasant."
Marcus- "But not here. It's quite dreary, isn't it."
After pocketing the contents, Marcus dropped the wallets in a dumpster, and waited by Eli's car. ((We can do a lil more conversation if you like, but otherwise we could summarize Eli dropping off M-dogg at his suite, and going home.))Sebastian should have done that, but had a burning desire to have Eli seem more creepy and pathetic. Maybe he said something about Kastan's beaches and swimming, expressed that he wasn't in a hurry to go home, and asked what things were like in Grauland. He also presumably got in to drive.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 14:16:08 GMT -8
Marcus- "Ah, it's a thing to do. I was in Grauland visiting, and it seemed like everyone who was anyone was coming up. I've been here before but I hardly recall it. There were more horses."
Marcus- "Do you come to my suite tonight? I want to go see Inka tomorrow, perhaps you could go." Eli said maybe "Why not tonight? Inka's swell."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 16:05:49 GMT -8
Marcus- "Eh, I don't go there now. Vicier goes there."
Marcus- "Inka is a dear friend to me. I'll go tomorrow, have a party. We always have a good time. Too bad there are so many dead elders, I like to meet them too."
"Oh yeah, Theo sucks I guess. Why you hate Vicier tho?" Also maybe he mentioned alcohol?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 19:14:35 GMT -8
Marcus- "Pfui, yes I hate that old whore."
He spat a bloody streak on Eli's dashboard. Marcus- "He is so cruel. And not in any of the good ways. You should have heard what he said on the car ride, I'll never forgive him. I almost tossed him out but I couldn't figure out the blasted electronic lock. He won't be so lucky next time."
Marcus- "Hm, spirits are all well and good, but I much prefer the pleasures of the flesh, and blood. Mostly the blood but the flesh is not bad either. Perhaps we'll order more prostitutes. There are a kind you can get that accept torture, so you needn't dispatch them later. Much more convenient."
"Cool dude, haha, we should do that soon, maybe I'm not as into the torture tho? Don't remember."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 21:01:03 GMT -8
Marcus- "Hm. Perhaps if you get some other boys involved. And get naked."
Marcus- "Tell me of the remaining elders. I want to meet them all. Who are the children of Dragomir?"
"Greybs, Inka, and Draggles. Draggity's babies are Demy, Fran, and Sarah, and their babies something something."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 21:31:31 GMT -8
Marcus- "I have heard of Lord Greyburn, but have never met. Who is fun? Who is boring? Who is 'Demetri?' I hear he is the strategist. Sounds boring. I don't care about the children, unless they are beautiful. Then I only care slightly more than nothing." "Demetri's kinda cool, Tristan's kinda hot..?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 22:42:23 GMT -8
Marcus- "Hm, well I wonder who--"
Eli's phone started ringing, it was Farley. Marcus- "..."
"Uh, embarrassing!" He probably hung up on Farley. "So what was that?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 22:57:21 GMT -8
Marcus- "Hm. I forget." He turned to look out the window rather dramatically. They'd arrived at the hotel district, and Marcus waved vaguely at an old, and very expensive hotel, 'the Northlake.' It was surrounded by tall hedges and an iron gate, and looked whimsically palatial compared to the nearly featureless modern buildings around it.
The phone would have buzzed with new voicemail, but who cares about that?"So you need some company? We could..."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 23:25:24 GMT -8
Marcus- "No, I have cable television. This night is too long..." Dude was in mad huffs, but he let Eli follow him through the ritzy lobby. It was indeed getting a bit late, some business men were already leaving for work, and the continental breakfast was being wheeled out. The suite was about as decked out as anything, but Eli might have gotten a bit numb to the trappings of wealth by now. Marcus flopped on a leather sofa, and turned on an oversized flatscreen. Marcus- "I find this channel recently." SurgeryTV! Today's episode was an eye procedure, a child had been jabbed with a staple. The bloody sphere was practically hula-hooped sized. Marcus- "..." Eli sat near Marcus, avoiding looking at the TV, as if it was innocent people murdered by a hot dude. "You like to watch anything else?"
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