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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 2, 2015 17:51:29 GMT -8
Anselm- "Okay. I don't actually bring much widh' me, too many guns and dirt. Do you haff art supplies? Don't forget your camera!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 2, 2015 18:11:08 GMT -8
Cam- "Alright, it'll be a trip down memory lane..."
Cam- "Aww, this is the last place I had my chops."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 2, 2015 18:11:53 GMT -8
" Ya had priorities, it's cool. Yes! Me camera, I haven't had a chance to use it yet. They had an old one back at the set but this one is way more modern. I think Marchese dabbled a little in painting, we can check. Man do ya think we'll be able to get wi-fi at the binders? Cam?" "They were so cool. Maybe ya could try fake ones?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 2, 2015 18:15:31 GMT -8
Anselm- "Vhat is 'chops?' Like axe chops? Pork chops?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 2, 2015 18:16:58 GMT -8
Cam- "My muttonchops, dude. No point describing lost loves... *sigh* Anyway, yes to wi-fi, but the quality will depend on whether the place is owned by a legal entity of some kind - a person or business, say. The best services require proof and such."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 2, 2015 18:22:33 GMT -8
"Fake ones are pretty good these days." Cam- "..." "Do ya legally own the binders, Ans?" August began directing them through the mansion to his room.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 2, 2015 19:47:39 GMT -8
Anselm- "Lamb chops? I don't remember what they taste."
Anselm- "Yeah, I haff a lease. I don't think 'dhey care if we renovate. You have to make internet uhmmm wires?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 2, 2015 20:15:31 GMT -8
"So good! I mean... me neither... I was vegan so.. Do ya reckon if we drank the blood of someone who'd just ate em, we'd taste it?" "All it takes is a phone connection and a little box. Simple as falling off a log." Cam- "True, but we'll get faster speed with a cable connected to that wireless router. Sounds like we can work it out easy." August brought them up to his room. He made a bee line for his bed looking under and grabbing a large slightly sparkly box. He stuffed it tightly into a nearby backpack without a word. "Still there! Alright now for me clothes! Then we can ransack the rest of the house. What do ya think of me old room?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 2, 2015 20:45:37 GMT -8
Anselm- "You can't taste through blood. Well, garlic a little. But you can taste on inside of mouths."
Anselm- "Heheh."
Cam- "It's nice, dude, but I bet we can make the new place just as cool." Anselm looked around August's room, and leaned against the wall. He wasn't very good at looking alive, or he just wasn't bothering to try. Anselm- "You had a roommate here? Is he dead?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 3, 2015 16:12:42 GMT -8
"Nah, ya met him the other night. The sweater guy, Quinn. He's moved in at the Abbey. I hope Aubrey doesn't make em watch his films." August stuffed another bag full of clothes and rolled up his blanket and pillow."Okay, I'm done here. So have ya ever had a roomie before, Ans? Hey, we should look into a pet shop for ya birdies. Gotta be some weird petshop open somewhere y'all."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 3, 2015 22:19:14 GMT -8
Cam- "Oh yeah, Quinn is tip-top. He dug that symphony for real."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 5, 2015 22:16:18 GMT -8
Anselm- "No, I never haff a roommate before, really. It's exciting for me. Cameron, you are a student too?"
Anselm- "Oh you 'dhink you won't mind pets? Maybe vee wait until all fumes are gone. It's zo filthy still."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 5, 2015 22:23:15 GMT -8
Cam- "Thanks Anselm, yeah, me and August were schoolies... I think city pet shops are usually open til nine to catch all the night owls, but remember what they said in that print making class? Don't wanna test out any canaries in possibly toxic places..."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Apr 5, 2015 22:51:53 GMT -8
"Ya reckon our home might be toxic? Lawdamimbo! Lucky we haven't brought any people home. How will we know when it's safe? We're already dead ya know. " Anselm- "Yeah okay for us! Maybe we bring an annoying human over first and see if 'dhey die. Heheh."
"Ya gonna be alright with getting ya hands dirty, Cam? There's some human sized stains with ya name on them. Hehehe."
Cameron- "Oh man..."
Anselm wandered around and took some expensive cologne and a big fur coat from Marchese's old room. The 'crime scene' was taped off but he peered inside when he thought no one was looking. Meanwhile, Cameron tried but couldn't bring himself to be interested in the slightly too old electronics and out of date books and other people's clothing. But he did remember that selling off stuff at a pawn shop could be cool, and sacked the premises for things of decent value - in his slightly inexpert opinion.
The guys chatted about finka and such on down to the car, and bid the sad white manse a cold farewell. Time to be their own peeps, time to make movie magic... OK, Shop Mart first. UND ZHEN...
Shop Mart was made out of exploitation and fluorescent light. Plastic bags blew through the parking lot like tumbleweeds. Cam was comfortable in this bland urban waste. His sneaks squeaked on the moist concrete.
August made sure his car was locked and well lit. Vampires could still have their cars stolen and crime was rife in gunless Glenland. "Oh I bet they sell cookies in bulk here! I'm gonna stock up. Cookies don't go off."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Apr 5, 2015 23:06:31 GMT -8
Anselm- " 'Dhis is zo cool, ShopMart in Reckenburg is tiny. It smells like candy syrup here." Indeed the store held a vast assortment of anythings, as long as they were cheap and shoddily produced. Anselm slowly chose a variety of cleaners and disinfectants, reading the labels thoroughly. He was poor at maintaining a lifelike appearance but his spiky jacket drew away human attention well enough. Anselm- "Other boy's hotel smells very weird, I don't want ours to smell weird. We don't haff a smelly burned person at least." There was a large Autumnal display with candy and toys, and spooky bats and pumpkins 'n' shit, Anselm gave it a small smile.
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