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Post by CASEY VAN GARRETT on Feb 29, 2016 20:25:14 GMT -6
 you and i are underdosed and we're ready to fall. raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. i don't like the drugs by the drugs like me. i don't like the drugs but the drugs like me. there's a hole in our sole that we fill with dope and we're feeling fine. the fact that he hated his family wasn't a secret he kept hidden. hell, casey would have shouted it from the rooftops if he could. while he had his own host of emotional problems and character flaws, he could at least find comfort in the fact that he wasn't like his siblings. they were greedy socialites, throwing around money to obtain everything from immunity from law enforcement to sex to scandals. overall it was something that disgusted casey, perhaps even more so than the fact he was a vampire.
see, the vampirism was just another thing his family had forced upon him. literally. liv and micah held him down while daniel bit him, forcing him to drink the blood of the damned. if they really wanted him gone, they would have done best to let him die a mortal life...or even attack and kill him. but that was too easy and too nice of an end for the guy. instead, his fuckard siblings sought to extent his misery further, by making him one of them. feeding was not something he enjoyed and frankly, he did it as seldom as possible. part of him was hoping he'd grow weak and finally die from all the stupid shit he did but hte other half of him just found the act deplorable. blood bags and animals, that's generally where he got his nutrition if it came to that. tonight happened to be one of those nights he was deprived of his general needs, meaning he was in for a difficult struggle to maintain control.
circling back to that family he hated - what better way to fuck them over than fuck with their mansion-like home? he was back within it, since having been released from prison, but it was more a place to sleep than a place he would ever call home. his entire childhood had been carried out in this estate and he fucking hated it. if he could, he'd burn it to the ground; that's how worthless it was to him. the other three van garrett children were out causing who-knows-what hell on the village and therefore, he decided to raise a little hell of his own. in a few hours, the home had been packed with various people, drugs, and musicians.
it was his temper that was set off before anything else, seeing a guest of his[who he didn't even know], start to harass a barely legal woman who clearly wasn't interested. a scowl escaped his lips as he confronted the man, who in turn, mouthed off to casey. the exact words exchanged between them were forgotten in a blur, thanks to the drugs and alcohol he'd already managed to consume. before he knew it, fists were being thrown around as a crowd had formed around the two dueling men. the perv got one good swing in, cutting casey just over his temple with the sharp ring on his finger. rather than focus on the abrasion and throbbing pain, he was sent into an uncontrollable rage, unaware of his own actions. all he knew was that when he stopped, people were quiet and staring at him.
glancing around at the hushed bodies, he called out. "anyone else who can't take no for a ma'fuckin' answer can deal with me. the rest of you bitches..." he grabbed a cup of beer, taking a sip before finishing his oh-so-important announcement. "...let's get fuckeddd up!" with that the party appeared to resume to normal, leaving the vampire to weave in and out of the crowd. the wound on his face had ceased bleeding but it hadn't healed over yet, presumably because he'd been deprived from blood for nearly two weeks. it was probably a good thing too, considering the entire party had seen him get knocked around a bit; those who didn't know of his 'condition' would probably find it odd. then again, most of the people here were just as fucked up as he was.
casey found his way to the ornate antique couch in the center of the living room. as the strobe lights danced off the ceiling, reverberating off the walls, he leaned back on the velvet upholstery. a heavy sigh escaped him before he lit the joint that was tucked behind his ear, letting the sting of the weed hit the back of his throat, exhaling in a circle of smoke rings. his happiness at the moment was merely a facade. inside, he was dying.
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Post by RUBY MAY on Mar 6, 2016 14:36:25 GMT -6
What the was point of drugging a hooker after you've already paid for her? That's the question Ruby was running though her mind when the first sets of symptoms of the drug started showing. She never drank on the job, not even at parties like this one, for both safety and performance sake. Likewise, she never took drugs either, not since being employed by Katherine. Ruby was an expert at acting fun and drunk in a sea of intoxicated people where she alone with the sober fish. She's been paid for by some rich white guy who wanted to flaunt around his hot new piece of ass, but was both too much of an asshole and not good enough looking to actually get a nice piece of ass, so he had to settle for paying for one. She's seen his kind before, usually demanding but also usually harmless. She would act flirty and tipsy all night with everyone she socialized with, but he falsely adoring eyes would fall back to him at the end of the night. Ruby had played this game before. It was always about making the client feel wanted.
She knew that her last client- as this was her last, since her moth was up with Katherine and her madam had reported that a suitable replacement had been found- would take her to a party. Part of her had hoped it would be one of those amazingly high class fetish parties, or something like a gala where she would be paid to relax and spend time talking with well educated people and pretend to be one herself. Those were actually her favorite type of events, because they were quiet and luxurious, and the men and women who brought her home most of the time actually seemed to be fantastic in bed, having sex with her in fun and exciting ways their wives would never let them try. Still, a house party with a mob of drunkards was not difficult to accommodate to or blend in with. The people were a little sloppy and somewhat out of control, but they were funny as all hell and came up with some creative foods that half the time tasted like heaven. Who knew that salami, cream cheese, oregeno , pinaples and jalepeno on a sub roll would make the worlds greatest sandwich? Only drunk stoners.
She's been standing near the stairs when the colors started blurring. Since she'd kept to her rule of not drinking, she knew for a fact someone had put something in her water in the red solo cup. She gripped the staircase for stability, the whole situation turning downwards from there. Ruby had no doubt it was her date who had put whatever had been in her water, since he was the only one in contact with her drink and she figured he must have seen her pour out or spit out the beer that had originally been in there into the plants littered around the house. She bowed her head and tried to breathe, dumping her water out straight onto the floor this time. She knew there was a bathroom upstairs somewhere, and that's probably where she needed to head, and soon. Calling Katherine, like she normally would have, would be a mistake, since she would call the police and the ruin the event for everyone, and likely piss off someone in her new home town, which she wasn't overly keen of doing.
Her attention, for a moment, was caught by the sudden silence of the entire party. Still clutching the stairs, she watched a blury figure beat the shit out of what looked like the blur figure of her client. She saw the guy hit the floor, and the words the other man started shouting were lost to her, drowned out over the cheering. Well, at least she wouldn't have to worry about coming and finding him later, he looked like he would be spending the rest of the night unconscious. Ruby began to stumble up the stairs, falling down a few steps once as someone shoved passed her, and as the world grew increasingly disoriented, she resulted to crawling. Her vision begin to tunnel, but she was determined to make her way up and to the bathroom, hoping to make herself throw up whatever she'd ingested. Or, at the very least, lock herself inside and pass out on the floor where she'd be relatively safe until morning. At least, in her clutch, she still had the full night's payment.
Someone stepped on her hand and she yelped in pain, snatching her arm back closer to her, pressing her body up against the railing to the staircase. Her eyes were heavy and she felt nauseous. In her haze, she could identify the effects of a ruffy, as it had taken a hold of her senses before. Guess she was leaving the whoring game with a bang, she thought idly, and hugged herself to the railing, praying that her eyes would stay open. She wasn't going to make it to the bathroom. She doubted she could even make it up a couple more steps. Her thong was holding her clutch to her body for safe keeping, so she didn't have to worry about that.... unless, of course, she managed to pass out. Ruby closed her eyes and the world spun around her. She breathed deeply and just tried to keep hold of her consciousness. She, at the very least, found solace in the fact that this was the very last time this would happen to her.
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Post by CASEY VAN GARRETT on Mar 7, 2016 22:48:04 GMT -6
you and i are underdosed and we're ready to fall. raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. i don't like the drugs by the drugs like me. i don't like the drugs but the drugs like me. there's a hole in our sole that we fill with dope and we're feeling fine. casey usually had a hard time sitting around for long periods of time. apparently the cure for his mortality hadn't managed to cure his mortal issues like his adhd. and so, he got up after a few minutes of impressing the drunk girl next to him, mentioning to her where the bathroom was. she looked like she was ready to upchuck and while he didn't care about olivia's prized furniture, he knew how much a puker put a damper on the party. plus it was a party foul, c'mon. the vampire had wounds up at the piano, letting his fingertips dance across the keys even though the music from the stereo more than drown it out. that was okay; the music wasn't for the others to hear.
casey made his living as a freelance musician. in this town, there wasn't a whole lot of appreciation for the rhymes he created, leaving him to seek other work. tarrytown music call was generally who hired him as a contractor, asking him to play the piano for recitals and plays they held there. he stuck out like a sore thumb, what with his tattoos and all, but he supposed his family's name earned him some recognition among the community...eve if he was the disappointing van garrett.
though the guy had a tendency to cause people to gravitate toward him, sitting at the worn piano meant he was left relatively alone. from his perch there, he was able to see most of the party evolving around him. some people whispered in his direction, likely still rambling on about his impulsive decision to beat the shit out of some loser. others were bent over the coffee table as they shoved shit up their nose, the rest just dancing to the music with red solo cups in their hands. it should have bee fun for him, enough to keep him satisfied until the music died and the sun rose. but something was wrong...something that didn't sit right with him.
gaze fell upon a dark-haired beauty from across the room. it was only because of his quietness at the piano and impeccable vampire gaze that he was able to view her properly. for a few moments he simply studied her, trying to decide if she were drunk or high or a mixture of the two. regardless, even if she'd willingly done whatever-it-was to herself, she wasn't looking to hot. and a face like that, that was saying something. but he knew better, from his own experiences than to know she was just a little wasted.
by the time she'd stumbled, casey had already picked himself out of his seat and was halfway across the large room. "get the fuck outta here." he all but screamed at the drunk dickwad who'd stepped on her hand, shoving him out of his way. had he'd not been so concerned about helping the woman, he probably would have let his anger act out on that dude too. instead, he reached her, crouching on the stairs to her level. "hey, you a'ight?" of course she wasn't. stupid question, casey. "do you know what you took?" he could only assume it was something she willingly did but if he found out someone was roofying people at his place, he'd go apeshit. little did he know, he'd already taken care of the piece of scum.
casey couldn't even count the number of times his brothers or people in school had taunted him for the way he respected women. he was called a faggot on more occasions than he could count, ridiculed for his decision to treat the fairer sex like actual people instead of just walking vaginas. sure, he'd been a player, to a certain extent, but the wild bedroom tales were all consensual and always ended with him being just as polite the morning after as he was the night before. fact of the matter was, he knew right from wrong, even though he'd made some piss poor choices in his life.
rather than wait around for a response, casey chose to act. "ima help you upstairs." he said quietly, informing her first. the vampire scooped her up in his arms, noting how easy it was on account of her small frame. with one arm support her back and torso, the other hooked under her legs, carrying her up to the second level. he used his foot to shove open the door of the bathroom, only to be greeting by two college-age kids sucking on one another's faces pretty hardcore. "out." he demanded as he held the woman in his arms. the two only looked at him with annoyance, that is, until his gaze flashed an amber color. he didn't use compulsion often, hell ever, but he supposed this moment warranted it. "that wasn't a fuckin' request." they scooted out fairly quickly, as if fearful of casey.
"stay with me. girl. stay awake. name's casey." he talked to her, hoping to coax her to stay awake by feeding her little stupid details. it didn't matter if she couldn't comprehend them; what was important was keeping her awake. depending on what was going on, passing out may not have been the best thing. as gingerly as he could manage, he laid her on the fluffy bath rug, propping her against the tub. "a'ight, toilet's right here. you need to throw up, do it. s'only gonna help you." casey took the cup from next to the sink, filling it with tap water as he waited for anything from her, whether it was a bodily reaction or a word. "drink. i'll help." he pushed it into her hand but whether or not she could hold it, he wasn't sure. it should have been an awkward situation, dealing with her, but he didn't find it as so. shit, he just wanted her to be alright.
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Post by RUBY MAY on Mar 9, 2016 18:03:24 GMT -6
The first set of words she heard she outright ignored, figuring they weren't meant for her. Ruby's eyes were still closed as she tried to take control of her equilibrium, a task that so far wasn't going so well. When the voice came through again, asking her how much she took, she answered without opening her eyes, "Nummen," trying to say she hadn't taken a damn thing and this whole mess wasn't her fault, but accurate articulation was a far-fetched dream at this point. 'Nummen' would have to do for now. She figured whoever was talking to her would just leave her alone at that point, as drunk people had the shortest attention spans known to mankind. She belligerently set her jaw in place at the previous accusation and tried to press herself further into the staircase, as if trying to make herself smaller and suddenly disappear. Really, she just wanted the night to be over already. Right now, Ruby missed the part of Flunitrazepam where you just wake up in the morning and it seems like time skipped forward. She was ready for the skipping part just about now.
Her eyes flew open in surprise when she felt the world shift even more, being lifted off the ground. For dear life she clutched on whoever the hell had grabbed her, fearing the fall even though she wasn't any more than a few feet off the ground. From her position, she could study her assailant's face, and she did just that for a moment, wondering what exactly this guy had on his mind, and weary of the answer. Her eyes drifted close again, feeling tired more than anything else, and surprisingly she found herself very comfortable in the man's arms. Her mind started to drift, having a hard time catching onto a specific train of thought, and so it came as a surprise when once again she was being moved to a new place. A shag like rug brushed against her legs and fingertips now, and she hummed slightly at the pleasantness of their feeling.
"Naomi," she muttered in response to his introduction, only barely able to really pay attention. She knew, at least, even in this state that her name was supposed to be Naomi. A soft smile touched her lips as she realised that as of tomorrow, she would never have to use that name again... well, except in anything that required the use of her middle name, but still. She would be free tomorrow. All she had to get through was tonight. Although the life of a high-class escort was better than any of which she'd ever known previously, it was still a tiring life. It was one where not many people could know her as Ruby, a separate person from Naomi entirely. Naomi was confident, sly, sexy, and forward. Ruby was different. She was softer, her smile gentle, and she was rather shy on the whole. Naomi was a mask she was required to put on when she was working, trying to please other people. Ruby, all the while, stayed quietly at home, curled up next to a book and wishing she had someone to talk to. The difference was night and day, sometimes very literally.
The guy started sounding off commands, and Ruby opened her eyes again, confused. Why was he still here? She studying his blurry face and wondered if she was supposed to do something. He had a water cup in his hand, and she tried to take it, her fingers for a moment working corrently. She had the cup for only a moment before she felt the little limbs turn to jello, and the cup slipped from her hand. "M'sorry," she muttered, and then lurched forward to the toilet, her head hanging off the porcelain as finally her stomach rejected its poison. With her hair pinned to one side, most of it was out of the way, but the strands near her face caught a bit of the rising dinner. Tears sprung to her eyes at the force of her heaving, her body taking control of the situation as it punished her for her trespasses against it. When finally she was dry heaving, Ruby forced herself to take a breath, and then rested her cheek against the porcelain. Her eyes were glazed over, the drugs still in effect. "Rohypnol," she muttered to the guy, trying to answer his earlier question. Then her eyes rolled back into her head, and it was lights out, Ruby as she sagged against the perfectly nice gentleman.
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Post by CASEY VAN GARRETT on Mar 12, 2016 19:56:57 GMT -6
you and i are underdosed and we're ready to fall. raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. i don't like the drugs by the drugs like me. i don't like the drugs but the drugs like me. there's a hole in our sole that we fill with dope and we're feeling fine. selfish guys would have panicked at the situation that had arisen, worrying about how much trouble they'd be in if this chick overdosed. sure, they may have helped her or been able to save her, but the intentions were not pure. sleazy guys guys[probably like the one who did this to her] would have looked at her as an easy target, one in which they could have their way with. most vampires would have seen the incapacitated mortal[presumably] as an easy feeding. anyway someone looked at it, it involved nothing good for the girl. and then there was casey here, who was willing to get puked on and whatever else in the mix, just to make sure she ended up okay...not because he feared legal ramifications for himself, wanted to score, or wanted her blood. what that made him in the mix off all the others, he didn't know. he'd never call himself a good guy because, shit, with the blood on his hands, he thought himself just as much a monster as the rest of 'em.
honestly, he didn't expect to get a whole lot out of her that was comprehensible and he was okay with that. for a fleeting moment, he looked over her lightly darkened features, admiring them. had she not been in this current state, but merely a guest dancing along with all the other hunnies, she'd definitely would be on his 'must approach' list. too bad things didn't work out like that. he would have settled for some casual rejection over watching her suffer for no reason.
casey was slightly surprised to hear the name emitted from her. "naomi..." she looked at her for a moment as he rolled it off his tongue. he studied her for a moment, considering how unflattering and misfitting a name it was for someone of her caliber of beauty. "...uh okay." his dismissed it, decided he'd call her whatever she told him. at least it was better than saying 'you girl' or 'hey you'.
it was casey's own fault for releasing the cup into her grasp, watching in slow motion as he fell to the floor and soaked in the rug. "no worries." he brushed it off considering it was the least of his worries. the whole point of this party was to piss off danny and do a little damage to the house, so what did he care. if he'd been smart, he would have helped her drink it but how was he to know what he could do? he didn't have consent to help her; maybe she just wanted him to fuck off.
he'd moved to refill it and help her this time but he'd missed his window of opportunity, watching as she all but flung herself at the toilet to empty the contents of her stomach. he ripped the washcloth off it's spot on the wall, running the water until it was cool but not icy. as soon as her body had calmed itself, he placed it over her forehead. "this'll feel good." he knew from his own drug instances that it would. shit, most of what he was doing for her, what he was suggesting, was knowledge from personal experience. that, by no means, was something he was proud of.
it took only the single word for his gaze to flash their coppery-red, the only real physical evidence that presented itself as the monster he was. if she'd willingly taken any drug and wound up in this position, he wouldn't be one to judge...for his own stupidity had led him there plenty of times. but he was no idiot: that was no a drug often taken by choice. as his temperament flared, he was tempted to bombard her with questions...who did this, who did she come with, what did the fucker look like...but he hadn't gotten that far. in the few moments after she'd muttered the words, her consciousness had eluded her.
"aww fuck. c'mon naomi!" he shook her lightly, enough to jolt her awake if it was possible bump not enough to harm her. throwing the wash cloth out of the way, he put his hand against the back of her forehead. it'd been a long time since he'd felt that kind of warmth, considering his own body was deader than a doornail, but he knew it wasn't good. casey patted her cheek with his hand a few times, hoping to wake her, though it didn't seem to be doing any good.
"fuck!" he began to panic slightly, supporting her weight so she didn't cause more damage to herself. "gonna have to take you to the hospital, girlie." he muttered, though that idea was quickly squashed, realizing he was in no condition to drive. and of course, no one downstairs would be either. "hope you don't mind settling for a medically trained vampire cunt." casey spoke to the woman, whom he assumed couldn't hear him at that point. he thought of his sister, who was a psychiatrist, but still had gone through all aspects of medical training and who could help. he pulled out his phone to give olivia a ring, failing to reach her the first few times. feeling as though he were wasting time, he left her a hurried[and pissy] voicemail before turning his attention back to naomi.
what the fuck could he do? focusing on her fever, he decided to hastily turn on the faucets, letting the cold water fill the entirety of the claw-footed tub. realizing there was no way her out-cold-self was going to prevent a drowning incident, he had no choice but to carefully scoop her up and crawl in there with her. clothing and all he sat against the back of the bathtub, supporting naomi against his chest as the cold water slid over them both. "cmon, stay with me..." he begged with some conviction. god damn, where was his sister when he needed her? this was certainly not the kind of night he was expecting.
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Post by RUBY MAY on Mar 14, 2016 20:10:43 GMT -6
Being half demon hadn't done much good in her life. It hadn't aided her in her defense against her mother and her mother's abusive dealer. It really hadn't helped when her father, the Incubus who had given her the demonic half of her being, had found her and raped her. It hadn't helped when her sister had been attacked by her boyfriend and it certainly been of any use when she was living on the streets. The demon half of her, other than her succubus abilities was a fairly useless part of her bloodstream. It wouldn't make her immortal, and it wasn't doing shit against the tumor in her brain. All and all, being half of the most evil thing people could think of had done her jack all throughout the years, being basically the most useless hybrid in existence.
There was one thing, just one thing that she knew was a benefit of her demonic self when it came to her own herself. Although Ruby was by no means self healing, she was a bit more durable that the average person. She didn't need to eat much or drink much to keep herself alive, though she did require food at some point since her supernatural side had no way of sustaining her. Bizarrely, though, her metabolism burned hotter than most, churning into overtime on a near constant basis. Having spent a good portion of her life in a forced drug induced haze, she knew that drugs had about half the lifespan, sometimes less than that even, in her system than they did the average mortal being. When she was younger, she'd tried to run away from her pimp since her high had buzzed out long before the other girls... but he was fast, and he was a quick learner. Still, she knew for a fact now that although drugs could still knock her on her ass, she had a faster recovery time than most people. She would never thank her demon father for anything, but it there ever had been something to thank him for, it was probably his gene's, no matter how weak the presented themselves in Ruby.
When Casey rested the cloth on her forehead, she flinched a little at the contact, but couldn't deny that he was right- it definitely helped the burning sensation in her head. "Thank you," she whispered to him, out of breath from her heaving. It wasn't often anyone showed her kindness, and had she been in any other condition, she might have made a better show of her appreciation. As it happened, this was not her best and brightest moments, and so passing out on him was really her only follow up to her thanks. It wasn't something she could help. Yes, her body would burn through the drug faster, but it didn't mean she wouldn't still be victim to the effects of it. Her body was fighting as hard as it was able to kill the foreign substance, causing the massive surge of blood flow in her system and thus a burning fever, but such an effort meant that her body really couldn't afford the excess energy it took just to keep her awake and interactive. In her moments of unconsciousness, she was completely at the mercy of Casey.
Ruby returned to the land of the waking with a jolt, the cold water piercing through her haze. A little water splashed over the edge as she seized hold of the edges of the tub, trying to catch her bearings. For a moment the world was only a blur of color she couldn't make sense of. "Where..." she began to say, but a wave of nausea hit her and she paused, closing her eyes and leaning back onto her comrade in the bathtub. "Where am I?" She asked, her words groggily said and with a bit of a slur to them. Her eyes drifted open after a moment and she angled her head up so she was looking back at the man. Her memory was already producing blank spots, such as the last few minutes, so her brow furrowed when she saw his face. 'Who're you?" She asked in the same tone. She would have gotten up, but the cold water frankly felt good on her skin. That, and the drugs making her limbs feel like lead and the water making it feel as though it were difficult to even breath as it pressed down on her chest kept her in place. She closed her eyes again and rested her head back on the stranger muttering, "Shouldn't be me anymore," with an uncertain degree of clarity. "Naomi," she muttered the name like a curse, and then sighed. In her delirious state, she wasn't exactly making the most sense, but it wasn't really a concern of hers. A shiver ran through her body from the cold water, and she instinctively tried to curl herself up around the other body in the tub, trying for warmth.
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Post by CASEY VAN GARRETT on Mar 16, 2016 20:02:47 GMT -6
you and i are underdosed and we're ready to fall. raised to be stupid, taught to be nothing at all. i don't like the drugs by the drugs like me. i don't like the drugs but the drugs like me. there's a hole in our sole that we fill with dope and we're feeling fine. casey hated what he was and everything it stood for. furthermore, he hated his siblings for turning into this blood-fueled monster. watching the pained look of people as they were fed off of, unknowingly being drained to their deaths was something he'd witnessed on more than one occasion. he himself had killed only one person, regrettably, but his siblings made a rather prominent point of egging him on by their public feedings. the vampire was disgusted with what he was and for the most part, refrained from taking human blood. blood banks were an occasional stop for him, but only in his most desperate of moments. even the idea of taking someone's blood from the bank, when a living person needed it, was detestable. he resorted to feeding off animals and critters from the forest. it provided him very little in the form of nutrition and if often left him hungry, but it was better than having to kill or instill fear in people. besides, the drugs and drinking usually took the edge off his hunger.
he would be lying if he said the temptation wasn't there to sink his fangs into the neck of the young woman he was trying to keep alive. but that's just what he did in these situations: he lied. casey denied all of his urges in hopes they would just go away...but they never did. even in spite of the focus he had on saving naomi, his fangs threatened to break through their hiding place. some may have contemplated changing the girl, so save her life, but it was a thought that hadn't even crossed casey's mind. he would never wish this curse upon someone else and never would he give it to another.
honestly, she could have told him to fuck off and he still wouldn't have left...not until he knew she was capable of caring for herself. he wasn't helping her for the recognition or appreciation but because he genuinely gave a shit whether she lived or died. that wasn't a trait common in people these days, especially his siblings. so many people were concerned about their technology and getting everything on video that they often turned into guilty bystanders.
the sudden awakening of naomi surprised him, causing him to jump slightly at her reaction. a sigh of relief escaped him slightly, though he knew better than to assume she was better. still, awake was better than not. he placed his hands lightly on her arms for reassurance, guiding her back to the water. by no means did he want to restraint her, but she needed to stay in the tub...at least until his sister showed up to give further instruction. he was by no means a medical expert but he was using common sense, which he liked to think he had plenty of. "gotta get your temps down. my sister will be here soon to help. she's trained and will know how to help." he explained at her vague questioning, unsure if it would make sense. of course, she could always refuse the help, but he was hoping she wouldn't.
casey lacked any frustrations, other than the absence of his sister. even as she questioned him, having forgotten their previous conversation, he didn't find any reason to be annoyed. if a little amnesia was all she was suffering from, he'd be okay with that. "i'm casey. and you're naomi." he reiterated, trying to jog her memory that they'd already met. the vampire offered a toothy smile, attempting to reassure her. because really, waking up to a random tattooed guy in a tub was probably not an easy situation to comprehend.
somewhere inside of casey, he felt guilty for enjoying the touch of a woman against him. not in a sexual way, but more or less for comfort or companionship. even in the cold water, he could feel the warmth of her body as she leaned against his chest. instinctively, he stroked her hair, keeping it from her sweaty forehead as she rested on him for support. he could feel that her body was slightly less feverish but he didn't trust taking her out just yet. "ya tell me 'bout it. i know that feelin', darlin'." he muttered absentmindedly in response to her own words. "so who you s'pose to be?" he questioned curiously, attempting to keep her talking to keep her away. as she curled into him, he merely wrapped an arm around her for the support, glancing down at her. "'cause i can tell ya what i see." such a delicate beauty she was, even despite everything that had happened int his short amount of time.
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Post by RUBY MAY on Apr 8, 2016 23:01:19 GMT -6
When she woke, part of Ruby wanted to start screaming. Not because she was scared... all her life she'd been practically conditioned for this type of abuse and sabotage to her well being. She wanted to scream because through the haze of confusion and a muddled mind, she was pissed off. This, this whole night was supposed to go smoothly and without any troubles or messes, yet here she was, waking up from an all too familiar slur in her mind and in her words. After meeting her madam, life was supposed to be different. No more rapist, no more drugs, no more black outs in dark alleys or in places she didn't recognize. Since becoming a call girl, a high class prostitute instead of some filth on the street, Naomi's life had taken a turn for the better and the brighter. She had never been forced into anything she didn't want, and because of her boss's strict drug policy, she never had to worry about using anything of any variety. Life had become better. It seemed like such a huge slap in the face that the night she chose to bid this beautiful life goodbye, her old one came just to cut her up one last time. It wasn't fair, and it wasn't right. This whole thing had been done as a damn favor, and now she was in a tub with a stranger who was giving her a bright smile like nothing was out of place.
"Sister?" She mumbled in confusion, not understanding his explanation. Trained for what? She could feel the warmth of her own skin, and her forehead was drenched in sweat so she supposed some of the first pat made sense, but the whole situation still surprised her and struck her as odd. "I'm okay. Don't..... don't need help. You should... it's cold, you should go." True to form, she knew that this was probably not a comfortable situation for this guy either. Part of her wanted to believe he was just a nice guy trying to help out, and so she would happily relieve him of his duty to relieve the burden of a drugged up half demon off his shoulders. Another part of her, the part that knew from experience just how awful people could be, suspected he might have the best intentions in mind, and so she would rather deter him from the path he might have been headed down. Still, despite her words, she herself made no effort to pull away from him, still weighed down by the weight of her own body. Silently, she cursed gravity and whoever could have thought it was a good idea.
Giving up on that train of thought, she opted for more questioning, asking who he was. When he said his name, she could only sort of remember being picked up off the stairs and him mumbling to her as he set her down. "Casey," she repeated, trying to solidify the name in her head, but her memory was like a smooth surface with nothing to hold onto, and almost immediately after saying ti, it slipped away from her. Her eyes drooped and closed for a moment, her mind taking a minute to wonder into the far ends of her imagination before she was able to come back to reality and bring herself into focus again. "What's your name?" She asked again, peering up at him with heavy eyes. "I'm N... Nao.... ," after a second of fumbling with the word, she gave up trying, having no desire to even use that name anymore. She didn't care if she knew it or not. It was a fake name for a fake person, and it was useless for her to try and make it stick anymore.
Ruby couldn't help but snort in amusement at his comment to her rambling. Eyes still shut, she responded quietly, "I doubt it." And then she looked up at him again, studying his face, and she revised her earlier statement, saying, "I sure hope not." She didn't want anyone to feel the way she did right then, helpless and worthless and feeling like utter garbage. This man seemed nice enough, she especially wouldn't want this feeling to befall him. Reaching out from the water, she twisted a little to touch his face. His image blurred and she had to take a long, slow blink to bring him back into focus, but when she did, she frowned at the man. "I... I hope they never do to you.... to you, what they did to me." Still groggy and a bit out of it, her words remained genuine nonetheless. Ruby may not have known exactly what she was saying or why she was saying it, but the sentiment behind what she was trying to communicate was genuine. She wasn't referring specifically to the roofies, but rather how she had always felt throughout the duration of her life. Like trash. She hoped that the nice man in the tub never had to experience the overwhelming awfulness that had befallen her. Finally, Ruby looked away from him and then curled in into the male, closing her eyes once again and drifting for a moment.
His words caught her attention, and at first she didn't respond to his question. She lifted an eyebrow, though her eyes didn't return to the open position. "Oh?" a small smile crept on her lips at his comment, curiosity setting in. She was noticing that she seemed a lot less disoriented, although there was still a lot of muddling going on in her brain, and so Ruby chose to conserve her strength by keeping still. If this guy did by chance decide to push past his welcome, she needed to be able to fight back. At this point, Ruby was fairly certain he would have tried something already, but she still wasn't interested in letting her guard down. "What 's that?" She was slightly curious to know what this guy through of the random chick he was playing hero to. Whatever it was, it was probably wrong anyways, but she still wanted to know. Her eyes once again drifted pen so she was looking at the inside of the white tub, and she answered his question, "Dying. I'm supposed to be dying." It was the best answer she could come up with .
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