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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 26, 2015 22:23:54 GMT -8
∆§Indea§∆ -- A helpful bellhop unloaded the previous occupant's luggage, while Anselm jittered in the passenger seat. He gave August a scribbled address on a torn piece of paper. Anselm- "Book binders are 'dhere. Boy tells me vee haff no fun clubs. I'm sad." The address seemed to be somewhere out on the other side of the airfield. August had never been to that part of town before.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 26, 2015 23:29:56 GMT -8
"Alright! Bookbinders here we come!" "Ya don't happen to have a map do ya? GPS?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 26, 2015 23:40:07 GMT -8
Anselm- "Ummm I don't know. You know how to use phone?" He handed August an out of date smart phone. It probably had map capabilities on it, but his own phone probably did too. Putting their heads together, or rather, August putting his head together while Anselm watched solemnly, they got some direction to their hoo-ride. It was a long, winding trip that was nearly parallel to August's previous trip to the airport. This version had lots of long roads lined with ugly warehouses, and dinosaur-like cranes looming over the bay. Anselm- "I vish I bring my birds. I give them to my landwoman. Maybe I get new ones."
Anselm- "Vhy do you need a roommate now? Don't you live here before?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 27, 2015 0:14:27 GMT -8
"Aw yeah! What kinda birds where they?" "Well, when I was alive it was student housing but I can't go back there now. Everyone thinks I'm dead dead. I was staying at Marchese's mansion but since he's gone, there's legal mumbo jumbo. So Wil said I gotta find a new place. I won't be too much trouble I promise. I don't snore now that I'm dead."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 0:37:25 GMT -8
Anselm- "My birds are... ummm I don't know how to say 'Finken.' Tiny and grey, orange tooth and say 'bip bip bip!'
Anselm- "I see. I never haff a roommate, and I don't pretend to die. I am lucky. Except for annoying humans. I'm okay to live with you, it's a big place, 'dhey say. I don't care for snoring, I vill be dead too."
Anselm- "Do you haff friends who die?"'
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 27, 2015 1:38:21 GMT -8
"Yeah, Jack and Sophie. I didn't know Jack very long but he was a cool guy. I'd reckon ya would have liked him. Sophie was a live wire, real quiet then she'd kinda explode. Fantastic fashionista though. Technically all me friends are dead though, being vampires and all." "I like to focus on the positives though, like finding new friends and a new place to be. Why did ya chose a bookbinders?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 1:54:20 GMT -8
Anselm- "I'm sorry your friends die. I vill try to help, but I am not very strong."
Anselm- "Hm I get a book binders because Vilhelm helps me. I haff a business in Grauland is similar. I 'zhink it is interesting to live and is very cheap to lease here. Do you like guns? 'Dhey do guns a lot in Antearctos, yeah?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 27, 2015 22:11:03 GMT -8
"Does Clancy say waroo? Do dingos steal babies? Damn straight I love guns. I've been shooting since I was knee high. Not with a real gun though, that'd be dangerous. I didn't shoot with a real one unit I was 12. Lucky for me there's a shooting range that opens at night if ya make a booking. Do ya like guns, Ans?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 27, 2015 22:22:10 GMT -8
Anselm- "Oh yeah. I never use 'dhem before I am a vampire, but now I do. I like two-hands Maschinenpistole. Makes a lot of noise but very good, lots of bullets. How about you? Ohzher boy says he uses battleaxe, I don't know what 'dhey do here."
Anselm- "I wonder if Badboy uses guns. Someone says maybe he uses explosive. Zhat is vhat I would do. If I am bad."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 28, 2015 0:36:47 GMT -8
"Well I got to play with an assault rifle the other day, a Fightin' Antearctan. Ya should see what it can do! Yeah, there's nothing more satisfying than the racket of a machine gun. Though it's fun to aim at stuff, then watch em explode." " I reckon explosive are a cheap man's trick but if ya wanna cause a lot of damage then they're ya thing. If Theo had used a gun instead, Jack might have survived poor bloke. At least no one err usually gets caught in another man's fire. Theo said he wasn't gonna hurt any babies so I reckon it might have been an accident. He was pretty serious about it too." "Ya pretty brave ya know, to come here and help us. If ya need anything I'm ya man. Maybe I could help run ya new business? I only ever worked as a waiter and Dry-cleaning attendant though.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 28, 2015 0:59:34 GMT -8
Anselm- "Oh danke! You are so nice to me. I'm glad to help , I need a new city to stay."
Anselm- "By zeh way, you are hetero? I am only curious."
His phone rang. Anselm- "Eugh, 'dhis Demetri calls me again."
Anselm- "Anyway... I haff a cool 'dhing to show you later. I haff to hide it in 'dhe earth."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 28, 2015 1:18:37 GMT -8
"Ya welcome hambalos. Yeah, I like girls. I don't mind ya asking. Don't worry though, I'm a cool hetreo not one of those bogans who can't think outside their own sexuality." "In the earth? Bombaroo! I'm not even that careful about me prized collection. Man, I hope those security guys don't take them from the mansion. They worth quite a bit."
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 28, 2015 1:50:32 GMT -8
Anselm- "Do you haff so many guns? Haha we are dangerous men. Badboy will be very unlucky to find us!"
The road was deserted, even the streetlights were getting sparse, and there were more boarded up entrances than open ones. Anselm- "Ouf, no vonder dhis place is so cheap... reminds me of my old neighborhood."
With a bit of looping around, they found the empty lot behind Schneider's Book Bindery. It was reminiscent of the studio set with its open expanse and the surrounding wobble of sheet metal, but in a completely different part of town, and the building attached was far more humble. Across the street was the brick wall of some unmarked business, and on all other sides, empty road. The book bindery had seen better days, the copper sign dripped bloody rust streaks, and the lot was pitted and stained. Anselm hopped out of the car-- parked closely by the roll up gate was a motorcycle. Kinda like this. Anselm- "Ohhhhh look it's zo nice!"
Anselm- "We go for a ride now?!"
There were still some things to unload-- Anselm only brought an overnight bag and a mysteriously heavy wooden crate. But he was already sitting on the bike and making adjustments.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Mar 28, 2015 2:03:48 GMT -8
"They have stupid licensing laws here. Ya can own a sword but not a darn pistol." August was unfazed since he'd half planned to live in the studio. Maybe it was more homely on the inside? He'd make it more homely anyways. Struggle built character after all.
"Bombaroo! Hell yes!"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Mar 28, 2015 2:38:40 GMT -8
((btw I'll summarize the trip but feel free to put in interactions. They won't be able to talk much until they get back for obvious reasons. Anselm- "Aw we don't haff you a helmet, I won't drive so fast. But somewhat fast!" Aw yea! That bike was loud as hell, and August had to be careful not to get jabbed with a jacket spike. Anselm took off without quite remembering which side of the road you're supposed to drive on, but it didn't matter anyway as all the roads were wide open. The surrounding buildings were in various states of decrepitude, and in one alarming moment-- an airplane looked like it was about to drop right on them, and jet engine drowned out the roar of the motorcycle. Anselm- "Whoaaa nice." August was getting a good blow-dry out here, and was probably glad to not have to breathe lest he get night insects down his throat. As they looped back around, they drove past a particularly crumbling facade, partially demolished. It rose up to a peak, crowned by a half knocked-over sceptre. Bricks scattered its grounds like building blocks. In front of the bent iron fence, smoke wreathed a ghoulish figure. The two riders only caught a glimpse as they zipped by. ".."
Anselm- "Weird guy..."
Before long they were back, and Anselm laid his head on the handlebars like he was snuggling a dear pet. But the helmet got in the way. *donk* Anselm- "Do you haff fun? Next time I go fast."
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