Dr. Mulcahy
Malkavian
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Aug 13, 2009 21:17:45 GMT -5
I finally crawl out of the ground. I take in a deep breath, but it feels unnatural. I shake my head, and get on my knees, rubbing my palms into my eyes. Dear God what happened to me? I’m covered in blood. Covered in filth. What the hell did Wade do to me? No…no it wasn’t Wade. Wait. Wade? That’s his voice. No mistake about it. I rub the bloodied dirt from my eyes and look up at Wade. Daddy? Daddy?
“Wade,” it has to force its way out of my throat. “What…” I can’t stand up. I lower my head and-cabbage? I look back up at Wade, a mixture of confusion and curiosity on my face. “Cabbage?” No, what happened. I need to ask him what happened. “Cabbage?”
Okay. I need to slow down. I need to think. Clear my head. Clear my mind, get past the medication. The medication. Thos bastards. Those back-stabbing bastards with their poison.
“Wade, they poisoned me,” I nod. “They poisoned me, and they they did these things and and,” I begin to stammer. It all fits together. Shaking, I try to push myself off the ground to my feet. I stumble slightly and try to avoid falling into the hole I strived so hard to get out of. I wrap my arms around myself and start brushing the mud off. Clothes. I need clothes and I need to be clean and I need…I don’t know but I need something. Those bastards.
“Bastards,” I whisper. My eyes are wide open, trying to take in everything around me. Everything they did to me they thought I wouldn’t remember but now I know.
“I know.” I nod. “I know,” I say looking at Wade. Does he know? Of course he knows. I can feel them still. All of it under my skin. In my blood. My blood. Blood. Why is there cabbage everywhere? Wait. No, this is the patient garden. I’m at the asylum. Why am I at the asylum? I need to get to work.
“I I I have to get dressed I need to get to work,” I nod rapidly. “I have to before they notice I have to get to work.”
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Wade
Malkavian
{S=4}The Scourge
Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Aug 17, 2009 13:47:18 GMT -5
Right on time the Doc manages to pop himself out of the dirt, lookin a bit the worst for wear...but not quite the baddest freshly turned Neophyte I've seen. Least he's not one of those curled into a fetal position wusses that alot of Malks end up with. You get one of those, and the best choice is just to chuck ehm out in the sun and be done with it. Weakness ain't cute in a blood suckin fiend.
Of course, given that he IS a Malk now, the doc seems to be comin into his own form of madness. Mutterin about cabbages and repeating my name a few times.
Sure seems to have a thing for cabbages...
Of course, then he starts going off on one of those black helicopter rants that some people seem to be big into...never seen the point with that myself, it ain't like the Technoarchy gives a damn about little ole me an my baseball bat, not as long as I keep my head down an shit. Still...It seems to bug the doc. He seems to think They're why he's in a shallow grave covered in blood...yeah...Not so much as you'd think.
I'm almost Positive that was me actually...Sure remember havin to clean the shit out of the Doc's office strongly enough. That tiles gonna be stained till the rapture I think...
Anyway, then Doc seems to go off on the whole needin to go to work thing, and thats where I kinda gotta draw the line. Didn't sire the motherfucker just for him to get crisped on his way to Starbucks.
Of course, I got some ideas on how to work this with his flavor of crazy too...
"Actually Doc, I kinda think you might wanta hold on for a sec, just so we can get clear on one or two things. Firstly, is They aren't the ones who put you out here. That'd be me. See I'm a Vampire, a Malkavian to be precise...We're basicly the vamp clan that has the crazy nuts in it. I say We, because I kinda vamped you while I was at it. Little something we call 'The Embrace' fancy words for turnin you into a blood suckin monster, you ask me...but it was probably a Fop idea. Anyway...you're a vampire now. My Childe to be precise, cause I made you. You want to avoid Them, then you'd best listen to me, cause you Sure don't wanta go attractin attention to yourself. First step is this..." I reach over to the duffel bag I brought with me, and toss it next to the Doc.
"Grabbed some of your spare duds out of your office while you were Kayoed. Theres some towels in it too. Go ahead and get yourself dressed. Then fill in this hole. After that, you an me can go back to your office for a bit longer chat. Kinda explain what the fuck is going on."
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Dr. Mulcahy
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Aug 17, 2009 23:00:28 GMT -5
Vampire? Of course he’s a vampire. And I’m a vampire? He made me a vampire? A Malkavian. It sounds ridiculous, but somehow it makes total sense to me. Yes. Yes it does. But it’s bullshit. I listen to Wade as best I can. I’m his Child? He made me…that’s why he beat me. That’s why…it all makes sense. Wade knows about them, and when he tells me to calm down and get dressed I do my best. I’m shaking all over, but somehow manage to unzip the duffle bag and pull out one of the towels. No. No it would just rub the dirt in.
I look around the garden and spot the hose coming out of the wall. Quickly I turn it on and spray myself all over. Yeah. Get all the dirt off. The mud. The filth. All of it. I put my thumb over the end to make the spray harsher, getting ever bit off of me that I can. I’ll need a boiling shower when I get home. Home. I need to get home so they don’t think anything’s wrong. I turn on the hose, horrified that someone else touched it, but I had to get clean. I pull out the towel again and dry myself off, quickly getting dressed. It’s all filthy disgusting. It should all be cleaned and cleansed.
I have to fill that in? I look from the hole to Wade, a look of disgust on my face. Fill it in. That’s disgusting. I’m not going to touch that shovel. He touched it. It’s not clean. Instead, I start kicking the dirt back in gently with my feet. Nasty dirty filth. I don’t know how long it takes me, but finally it’s filled back up. I pad it over with my foot, then look to Wade. I’ve been silent thus far, trying to regain myself. It’s all clear. I’m still shaking, but it’s all clear.
“I have to keep going, Wade. I can’t stop they already know I missed a day of work so far, Wade.” I’m worried. I know what happens if I mess up. They’ll crawl. Crawl all over and kill me. They’re already in me. Already in me. In my blood. I have to get them out. There has to be a way to get them out. I have to calm down. I have to keep my head together. They’re in me, tracking me.
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Wade
Malkavian
{S=4}The Scourge
Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Aug 17, 2009 23:49:01 GMT -5
With a hell of a lot less bitching than I might have expected the Doc starts putting himself right, cleaning himself off and then filling in the hole he just came out of. None of the obvious questions aparently occuring to him during this period. Weird.
Most guys would be askin about silver, or stakes, or sunlight by now...but then I guess Doc has slightly different priorities, what with MIB out to kick his butt if he gets outta line. Most guys would probably just call that sort of shit crazy, say that he's just insane, but then most folks are Malkavian.
Being Malkavian is about more than haivng crazy in your blood, its about understandin that what we see, what we think about the world around us, thats not just our perception. Thats the world as it exists for us. I've heard about Malks who can walk through walls, shrug off bullets like rose petals...all cause they just decide not to believe. Because they decide that the world is bigger than what they see of it, because they can reach beyond the shadows that hold us in.
And that is powerful.
So I'm not gonna go rainin on the Doc's parade. If he thinks theres black helicopters watchin what he's doin, then he's entitled to believe that. I'm cool with that perception. Not as sane as say Pigeons bein our evil overlords like what most guys would think...but I'll still buy into it as possible, just so long as I believe it.
Anyway, it ain't the priority. Making a childe comes with certain responsibilities. Goals ya gotta fufill if you want them to survive in the camarilla, an the world in general. Rules is rules after all.
So, we need to get the Doc offa his kick for a bit, at least till I can get the rules explained to him. Thats probably going to be a bit harder than it sounds....or maybe easier. Hard to tell with us loons.
"Okay Doc, we'll get ya workin back at the hospital in no time...though I would suggest a move to evenin shift. Anyway, howsabout you show the way back to your office so we can avoid the guards...and then you an me have a bit of a talk about the ground rules. Don't want Them catchin you cause you ain't playin by the rules."
And of course after that I gotta get the Doc fed...which is probably gonna be a bitch with him bein a bit OCD on cleanliness...
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Dr. Mulcahy
Malkavian
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I'm sorry, our time is up.
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Aug 18, 2009 18:02:28 GMT -5
He wants to go back to the office. Yes. Yes, the office is safe. That’s where they want me to be. We have to be careful though. Cameras. Not just the security cameras, no, you can see those. It’s the other cameras. The ones they stick in each light, in the cracks in the flooring and ceiling. Those are the cameras you have to look out for. I motion for Wade to follow me and pat my pockets quickly, seeing if I have my ID with me. Not in the pants, not in the back. Ah, there, a spare copy in my shirt pocket. We’ll try to avoid the guards, but it’s nice to have the card just in case.
I take us to the back of the building, heading around one of the caged-off generator units. There’s a small back entrance that leads to a stairwell, and requires ID for entry. I pull out my card, holding it by the edges, and swipe it through the small machine before hitting my pass-code with the tip of my pinky. Disgusting. I use the bottom of my shirt as a sort of glove to grip the handle and pull the door open, stepping inside and holding it for Wade. Disgusting. Disgusting. And not just the doorknob, his scabby flesh is pretty nasty. I hate to think of him ever having made contact with me.
Hot shower. Boiling shower. I need one when I get home.
“Straight shot up the stairs to my floor. A few guards might be wandering the hall, but they don’t pay much attention unless an alarm goes off.” With that I start heading up the stairs, gently, letting my steps fall lightly. No need to cause a stir. We just have to get to my office. That’s all we have to do. Then they won’t bother us. They might have put cameras up around the room, but legally they can’t put any in my office without my consent…but when did they start caring about legality?
We get to my floor and I swipe my card again, punching in the code and slowly opening the door. I look to the left. No guard. I look to the right. No guard. I nod back to Wade and slowly step into the hallway. We just have to take a left, turn into the second corridor, and my office is third on the right. “Nice and easy,” I mutter. My walk is a calm stride, though I can feel my body trembling. Just one false step. That’s all it takes. I look back at Wade every few seconds, making sure he isn’t bleeding on anything or touching anything. When we get to my office I use the bottom of my shirt as a glove again.
Of course it’s locked.
I look to Wade, raising an eyebrow. “My key was in my other set of clothes.”
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Wade
Malkavian
{S=4}The Scourge
Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Aug 18, 2009 19:08:37 GMT -5
Seems like the Them talk is just what the Doc needs to give him a kick in the rear bout getting goin, cause before I know it, he's going all Ethan Hunt on my, showin me how He goes about breakin into buildings...which honestly, I gotta say is pretty silly. Me, I just climb up to the roof when I gotta get into a place...but then I don't think the doc is Quite at that level of awesome yet.
Keycards are pretty handy though. Slide it right in, and it pops the doors for us, then its just some stealth walking, and draggin my heels not to outdistance the doc on getting back. Hard to believe I was Ever this much of a wuss as a vamp...but then I guess I wasn't. Hehehe.
Anyways, after a bit longer we arrive back at the Doc's office, and he mentions there being another key...which I'm guessin are in the clothes I tossed into a random dumpster on my return trip last night. Woopsie.
"Guess we'll have to use my right hand of doom then, eh doc?"
Moving past him, I plan myself beside his office door both legs balanced, and then let out a vicious flat palm strike just above his door handle, slammin the door open like it just got kicked by Jackie Chan. My hand then jerks out, snagging the hand just before the door slams into the wall, stopping it silently. I turn fback to the Doc and smile again broadly, feeling cheerful for the little bit of property damage I've gotten to cause.
"C'mon Doc, we ain't got all night!"
I go ahead and sit myself on the edge of the desk, gesturin for him to take the seathe had last night, anxious to get started, so we can get the doc fed. He ain't hardly had a bit since the change, and I really doubt his Own blood is gonna last him that much longer...
"Okay, heres the rules. You'll wanna keep these in mind at all time, cause if you violate them, I'll be required to kill ya. Might wanta take notes or somethin. This is gonna get complicated."
Drawin in a deep breath, I start off, listin ehm off as well as I can off the top of my head, makin sure to get across what they Mean.
"First tradition is Masquerade. Doesn't mean we wear dorky costumes. Just means that vampires are a secret. Don't ask, don't tell. Third is progeny. Don't make Dr Mulcahy Juniors without an elders permission, or you die for it, along with the kid. Fourth is Accounting. If you Do make a kid, what he does is your fault, kinda like you're mine. Second is Domain, whats your house is your house. This Hospital is yours. No one fucks with it, and you don't fuck with their places. Sixth is Destruction. Prince picks who lives and who dies...an sometimes I help her with that. You don't get a vote. Fifth is Hospitality. You go to someone else's city, you present yourself to the prince, or else the local Scourge might chop off yer head and use it as a football. Real simple shit, you think about it. Don't fuck with other vamps, play nice, and don't tell nobody what you are. You do that shit, and everything will be hunky dory. Oh yeah, an also sunlight will kill you, werewolves will kick your ass, and if you screw up I will fucking Kill you. I think that covers everything...Well the Important stuff."
There we go, Speechifying done. Now all I gotta do is get the munchkin fed and I should be cool...well at least until he starts bitchin bout all the stuff he doesn't know. Tell ya, kids today expect to know Everything...
"Okay, one other bit to do, and then I think we can call it a night. Take me to the Meanest Son of a Bitch ya got locked up in here. Real Psycho Bastard class."
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Dr. Mulcahy
Malkavian
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I'm sorry, our time is up.
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Aug 25, 2009 14:35:58 GMT -5
He bludgeoned me and made me a vampire and- A vampire? No. I must have misheard him. I’m hungry. Regardless of all Wade’s done to me, he sees fit to punish my door as well. I’m very hungry, actually. Wade makes his way in and I look around quickly to make sure no one is coming our way. If they have us on camera, we’re done. I’m done. Done. He sits on my desk again, that bastard. This place stinks. My office stinks. Disgusting. I need to bleach the entire room. Clean it. I shut the door behind me with my foot and head to the chair I had sat in last night before- no. I don’t sit. I stand in front of Wade. I’m. Hungry. They know I’m hungry. They want me to starve.
“Rules-” before I can ask what he means he cuts me off.
Masquerade. Vampires. This isn’t so complicated. Wade gives himself more credit than he should. Nevertheless, I listen to him. Vampire. It sounds ridiculous, but I can feel it. It feels right. Vampires. They don’t like vampires. I’m safer now. Now I know. And knowing is half- right. The rules. Don’t make others. I can’t. Don’t know who I can trust. Fault. Charge. Wade is in charge of me? Of course. He saved me from them. He beat me but I need to do what he says. He saved me. Domain. This hospital is mine? To vampires maybe, but not to them. They own this place. I need more of it. They can’t watch me if I have more of it…
A Prince? I’ll have to ask him more. I need to know more. Know what I’m doing so I know what I can do to avoid them, throw them off my tracks. Respect property. I can do that. I need to know a place before I go there. Can’t go anywhere where they might hive. He finishes up telling me my new rules to live by, werewolves and sunlight, and I give a nod. I’m hungry. Very. Very. Hungry.
“The baddest…” I have to reconsider the patients here. Wade…if I didn’t know then when I knew now I’d have him put away. But he knows.
“Yes. Okay yes. One floor up I know where he is.” I nod.
“I’ll take you there but I’m dirty. I’m dirty I need to get cleaned up, Wade. After I take you there I need to get cleaned up and I have to bleach my office. It’s disgusting.”
My lips curl into a small sneer. “Disgusting.” I shake my head and I’m hungry.
“Okay. Okay come on. Not too fast. Cameras up all over the place.” I whisper the last part so they don’t know I know. Using my shirt to open the door once more I casually step out, giving Wade only a moment to follow.
“Shut the door behind you, Wade.” I head back to the back stairwell and ascend the stairs. The guards are more alert up here. How can I explain Wade? I’m hungry. I need something. So hungry. I stop outside the door to the high-security wing and I grit my teeth. Hungry. Wade. What do I do with him? I need to stay calm.
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Wade
Malkavian
{S=4}The Scourge
Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Aug 26, 2009 23:29:41 GMT -5
Doc seems to pay pretty close attention to the rule, no doubt gettin just how severely I'll kick his motherfucking ass if he screws any of it up.
Cause thats what parents are for. Kickin their Dad's ass when they step out of line...or speak out of turn....or look at them funny. Fucking parents. Always tryin to show you who's boss. To prove who the Big Man is. I swear if I hadn't done it allready I'd dig up Dad's rottin carcass and nail him a few times with the bat....But like I said, allready done that. Now if only I could remember what I did with that body...
Anyway, Doc seems to follow my request pretty nice, tellin me where we can find the unlucky motherfucker who's gonna be my padawan's first meal. Insertin the usual bitchin bout how he's unclean. I swear, you bury a guy, an then all he can talk about is how much that sucks....Nobody ever looks at the positive.
Next time, I'm puttin flesh eatin maggots in the bag. Maybe that'lll learn ehm from complainin bout it....if I can even Find flesh eatin maggots. Kinda bet Fatalia could hook me up on that...
Anyway, Doc starts to head upstairs an I follow, closing the door behind me as I do. Noticin that it seems just a bit off its hinges now. A bit twisted from my punch...I tend to do that. Make things a little twisted.
Anyway, before long we're upstairs, in the violent section of the prison, an from there its easy to figure out where our boy is. I can Smell psycho on the motherfuckin Juicebag. I move past the doc to the door, takin a keycard I swiped from the poor mug from the other week. Still works. Tell ya, security is lax when ya keep keycards online for guards that ain't here no more....Tsk tsk.
I pop the locks and then look inside, to where the guy is huddled in one corner, mutterin to himself. Dressed in what looks like a pair of white coveralls. Usual nuthouse garb. Guy looks absolutely filthy, an must way at least 250 pounds. Mean lookin motherfucker, though he seems to be nappin at the moment.
I turn back to the doc with a grin, producin a rusty straight razor from my pocket and tossin it to him. Snagging a sterile urine sample cup offa the tray with the other, and giving him that too.
"Okay, heres the deal Doc. You're gonna go in there, and kill him, and drink his blood. Probably not somethin you like to hear...but you ain't got no choice. You are either gonna feed offa him, or you're gonna frenzy, rip him to shreds, bathe in his blood, and Then feed on him. Either way, his blood is goin in your tummy. Now get in there, or I'll have to Make you get in there. Door locks when you go in, an stays that way till you're nice an full. No buts, no early release. Just you an the prey. Do me proud son!"
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Dr. Mulcahy
Malkavian
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I'm sorry, our time is up.
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Aug 30, 2009 21:44:22 GMT -5
That keycard. He stole that keycard. Of course he did. It doesn’t matter too much, I just don’t want to think about how hungry I am. I’m craving something. I have no idea, but I need it badly. Wade has no idea what he’s risking by just waltzing into the level. Maybe he does know and doesn’t care. Either way, while he strides through the corridor I take a quick look down the halls, as low-key as I can, before following him slowly. Hungry. So hungry.
Victor Daniels? Yes. That’s Victor Daniels. I know him. He isn’t a regular patient of mine, but I’ve worked with him in the past with specialized therapy. Very disturbed individual. He isn’t one to attack unless provoked, but he’s still someone to keep an eye on. Personally, I’d hate to be alone in a room with him. He didn’t care for me in our few meetings. Before I can ask what we’re doing here- after all, it’s a personal-security risk, Wade tosses me a rusty razor, and I let it fall at my feet. He’s cut me up enough, I don’t need him doing any more damage. I bend down and pick up the sharp object with the very tips of my fingers. When I stand up, he’s already handing a thankfully unused 8 oz. urine cup to me. I take that with as little contact as I can manage, and listen to whatever bizarre instructions Wade has for me. This isn’t clean. I need to eat, and I need to get cleaned up.
Kill him. Kill him? Wade’s words make me feel sick. Maybe that’s the hunger. I’m so hungry. Kill him. That’s terrible. Hungry. For some reason, whenever he says “blood” I feel shivers. It’s disgusting and messy…but I want it. I think. Why do I want blood? Vampire. Blood. Makes sense. Hungry. When he tells me the two ways I can…kill Victor, I have to think. I can’t kill him. It could leave a trail. But I have to eat. Drink. I don’t say anything as I slowly enter the room, lowering the cup and razor to my sides.
I look down at Victor’s sleeping body. It’ll be easy. Quick. Slit his throat. Drink. Blood. That’s disgusting. I shouldn’t have more blood, it’ll just fuel the chips. I can drink it or get it all over myself. He’s disgusting his blood is disgusting. I slowly step towards him, my eyes on his neck. As quietly as I can, I crouch beside his bed and bring up the razor and cup. Anatomy. Where’s what. Blood is running everywhere in him. I need it. Even though it’s filthy. The jugular. Yes, right there.
The razor is so close. I can’t do it. I can’t do it I can’t they’ll catch me but I have to and I have to drink. Blood. No. Yes. Okay. Stay calm. Just cut and- no. He could shoot up, scream. No he can’t call attention to the cell. I put the cup on the edge of his bed, then slowly prop it against his neck. Gently. Don’t want to wake him. I walk to the head of his bed, shivering when memories of the man in the suit come washing back through my brain. No. It’s not the same. That’s torture, immoral. This is quick and necessary. With an almost agonizingly slow pace I slide one of his thin pillow out from under his head. Don’t want to wake him. He has to stay asleep. Razor tucked between my fingers, I don’t know how quickly it happens.
In motions faster than I’ve ever achieved, I hold the pillow down on his face with one arm and slide the razor through his throat. Quick. Like a bandaid. He twitches and tries to scream, but his voice is just a muffled gurgle beneath the pillow. Blood. It’s putrid, but I watch with agonizing pain as it flows quickly into the cup. Yes. Yes. What? Something stabbed my tongue. Teeth? Fangs? I lick my tongue over my elongated canines before picking up the cup and reluctantly but willingly drinking its contents.
And drinking.
Drinking.
I finish off the filthy cup and put it back against the no-longer struggling Victor and gather more blood from his neck. More. More. It’s like nectar. It’s everything. It’s a fine wine. I don’t want to stop drinking it. But it’s disgusting. I need more. Another cup full. And another. I don’t know how many I down before Victor’s body finishes draining out. Yes. There’s a mess on the bed and dripping onto the floor and it’s a nasty mess but I got blood. I drank it. Oh God.
I drop the cup and razor and scuttle back from the bed. I huddle into a corner, licking my lips and staring at the scene in front of me. No. I killed him. I killed him and drank his blood. They’ll find me. They’ll torture me and kill me. No. What do I do? No. No they can’t have me. They can’t kill me. I need to hide this I need to cover my tracks. I feel my teeth go back to their unsharp normalcy and stare at the door. Then the bed. Then the door.
“Wade…” I eek out. I need to get clean and get out and I need to get out. I struggle to get myself up and support myself against the wall. I get to my feet and look once more from door to bed. Oh God. I’m covered in Victor’s fucking blood and I need to shower and get clean and clean my office. Yes. That will make things better. But first, I need Wade to let me out. I feel better, full…but now I have five million ways I need to cover my tracks. They’re smart. Tricky.
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Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Aug 31, 2009 1:03:41 GMT -5
Well that was easier than expected. Doc takes the cup and the sweeny todd special offa me, and goes into the room with the nice psycho, doing some fairly impressive shit to keep him quiet while he feeds. Personally I like my psychos a bit more lively than that...but then the Doc doesn't seem like the kind to be outgoin with his kills. Kinda impolite really, ya think about it. Your food should have Ample oppertunity to enjoy your company before you bleed ehm out, at least thats the way Dita taught me how to do things. Ain't nothin better than watch the life fade from their eyes while you've got them handing upsidedown, bleeding into a bucket...
Ahh, fun times...
Anyway, after about twenty minutes the Doc gets himself good and full up and asks for me to let him out, which I'm more than happy to do, popping open the door, and pointing him towards the mens room while I drag a cleaning cart into the cell.
"You go ahead an wash the blood off Doc, I just gotta clean up the body, and then we can head over to your place, get you dressed in some clean clothes. Kinda sorta gotta present you to the Prince tonight. Wantcha to look your best for your big day son."
With that, I move in, pulling out the machette, and startin to cut out psycho bastard down to size for putting up in some handy black trash bags. Glad Force Flex is the Bomb ya know?
After I got that done, its a simple matter to mop up the blood, and spray some febreeze to clean out that fresh kill scent. Leave the door ajar to make people think theres a psycho killer on the loose...and voila, ready for fresh tenants.
Damn, is this job easy or what? Course, next step'll be teachin the Kid how to do clean up...After the prince presenation. Some Tore would probably go through the shit of talkin clan histories, or goin over who's who...but I figure I can manage that on the drive over. Easy breezy beautiful, Cover Girl.
I check my watch, an then drag the cleaning cart over to by the Men's room, tossing body part bags in the incinerator shoot before I stick my head through to talk to the Doc.
"C'mon man, we got Night time a wastin. Don't want to get caught on the road after dawn. Bad idea, that."
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Sept 9, 2009 23:09:14 GMT -5
The door opens and I’m rushing out, ready to scrub the blood off of my hands, my clothes, my teeth. I need a shower. A hot shower. Boiling. Boil in soap. I don’t even look at Wade as I almost sprint into the men’s room; he doesn’t even have to tell me where to go. I need to get all of it off and out. Son. He calls me son. That’s just sad. Sick and a bit sad. But he saved me from them, and I’m not about to ruin that. Under the nails, between the fingers, palms, wrists, up to the elbow then repeat in reverse. I can still feel it. Scrub my teeth- the soap tastes horrible but I don’t care. Wash my face, scrub off blood droplets.
Gotta get it all off.
He knocks on the door and tells me to hurry up. I need more time. Two, maybe three hours. No. Can’t have anyone finding me in here. It might look suspicious. So many suspicious things. My absence, my office, my c- wait. My car. What did he do with my car? If he left it there and I was gone then people would know something was wrong. But if he took my car…then he got it dirty. And he would have had to know which car was mine which meant he knows more about me than I thought. Did he steal my information from them? Or did they give it to him? Or has he just been following me? He’s not with them, I know he’s not. He’s not their kind. Too openly brutal…and charred.
I reluctantly shut off the water and dry my hands with the air-dryer. Don’t want to touch that filthy paper. When every drop is dried off my hands I give a nod to Wade and look down the hallway. He cleaned up. Good. Good. Time to go. I get my keycard ready as I walk back towards the back stairwell, looking back at Wade quickly.
“My car, Wade, where’s my car? Did you leave it here or take it somewhere else?” There’s not as much worry in my voice as I would have thought, but this is a time to worry. So much could go wrong. Not just so much. Everything could.
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Wade
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{S=4}The Scourge
Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Sept 13, 2009 12:07:02 GMT -5
After what seems like for fucking ever Doc finally comes out of the bathroom, lookin remarkably clean for a guy that just bled out his first juicebag. Physically anyway. Looks like he's got a bit of a feather in his brain when it comes to other things though.
Why is it that half the guys that get bit by Malks end up goin all Monk on us? First its the dirt, then its the door, then the blood, and now he's gettin all freaked about his car.
Seriously, he just got turned into an undead fiend doomed to walk the earth for all time, and feast on the blood of innocents...and he worries about his Car?
I think I created a Monster.
Still, best to get this out of the way before he gets upset.
"Your car? I stuck a bowie knife in half the tires and left a note on the hood...According to the note, some crazy psycho popped half your tires an you had to grab a cab home...That is assumin anyone even bothers to read it. Honestly don't think your security around here is all that awesome...You should really look into that."
That covered, I move to one of the second floor windows, examing the way its secured just with a paddlock. You'd really think an insane asylum could do better with security...
I rip the lock off, and pop the window off, stickin a wad of duct tape on the alarm button thingy, before I move out onto the ledge, gesturing for the doc to follow.
"C'mon Doc, we're gonna take the hard way out. Make sure to leave a nice trail fer the guards to follow when they're lookin for My Dead Psycho."
That said, I drop down to ground floor, landing in a nice crouch on the ground, which would be even nicer if I hadn't landed on a fuckin rosebush...
"..Fuckin hate Roses. Damn Toreador symbols..."
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Dr. Mulcahy
Malkavian
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I'm sorry, our time is up.
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Sept 13, 2009 20:09:50 GMT -5
Damn. My car. It was a good car, but the insurance should get it. Can I trust that insurance? It’s just a car, a nice car, expensive and not manufactured much anymore, but that’s not what matters. As long as the car has an alibi I’m fine. I’ll have to discuss touching my things with Wade, but that just might make him do it more…and I don’t want him touching my stuff. He’s all bloody and crusty and disgusting. No. No he can’t touch my stuff.
That would make it filthy.
What is he, insane? Well, of course he is. They’ll see him if he keeps leaping around like that. He wants me to follow suit. No. No no, sir. I will not be caught leaping out of a window. Just keeping going on my way. Down the stairs. Down down down. Don’t touch the knobs. Get down the stairs but don’t touch the knobs. Don’t rush, they might think you’re onto them. I get to the bottom of the stairs and finally get out of the building.
They can’t find me. They can find me, but I won’t let that happen. No they won’t do that again. No. I’m fine now. I’m in incredible danger. Shower. Hot shower.
I turn the corner to catch up with Wade. Home. Now. Shower. Fresh clothes. Gloves. I need to invest in gloves. I’m going to get some gloves, tight gloves. Maybe I can crush some of the microchips. No that won’t work. It’s not constriction, they’d just float around in me where they could. Wade apparently has a problem with roses. Toreador. Toreador?
“What’s Toreador?” I ask quickly.
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Wade
Malkavian
{S=4}The Scourge
Little sunburn never hurt anybody...
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Post by Wade on Sept 30, 2009 14:49:05 GMT -5
"God Damned fuckin roses...."
Well theres Doc. Looks like he chickened out of the leap of faith thing. Figures. People with balls don't generally become psychiatrists. Still I like him, someone as fucked as him ought to make people look at me a bit less...maybe. Remains to be seen. For all I know Rox will snap his neck at the inverview and chew me out fer making him.
These things happen.
What was that question he had? Torres? Oh yeah...might want to handle the clans a bit, so some Blue Blood doesn't slash his throat for a breach of ettiquette or sumthin. I got about explainin it as we head for my cab, parked just outside the compound, the fence for which I leap over fairly easy. Bunny hops like that are fairly easy if ya know what you're doing. Vampirism is Halo for real life.
"Well Toreador are a clan. We Kindred have different houses, each founded by a specific suckhead. Toreador are the artists. Paintin, writin, singing. They do the artsy fartsy shit. Where all that Anne Rice romantic bullshit comes from."
I stand there, tappin a foot as I continue talkin, givin the noob some time to scale the fence.
"Other clans go like this. Nosferatu are the sewer dwellers. Ugly motherfuckers, but don't say that to their face...or in the next room, or in the same city of them. They Know things before anyone else. Intel guys. Good guys though...seem to like me for some damned reason."
Just for kicks I pull out a few knives, jugglin them while I wait, mentally counting down to dawn. This guy really needs to get off the fence, if ya know what I mean...
"Then theres Brujah, they're all angry like the wolf. buncha wound up bastards for the most part, but good to have your back in a fight. Punch like a motherfucker. Hell of a temper though. They don't like gettin bossed around either, so I'd avoid tellin ehm off. Easy way to lose a limb. You Coming or What? Burnin nightlight here. We gotta get you changed, and to the prince by Dawn, or you're gonna end up looking a Lot like me."
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Dr. Mulcahy
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I'm sorry, our time is up.
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Post by Dr. Mulcahy on Sept 30, 2009 23:25:26 GMT -5
Toreador. Artists. Nosferatu. Fittingly hideous. Brujah. Fighters. Artists, ugly, fighters. Artists, ugly, fighters. The Nosferatu knew things. Spies. Spies. I’ll have to look out for them. Wade’s hurrying me along and before I let myself rethink everything I get in the cab. Shower. Artists, ugly intelligence, fighters. Easy enough. I need to shower and change and bleach my house. Bleach everything. What were the rules? Don’t kill others, don’t make others, don’t say what I am, don’t damage property, I’m Wade’s responsibility, let the Prince- Prince? Yes, Prince know where you are. Okay. Those are the rules. Artists, ugly, fighters.
Okay. I can take it in. I need to. To live. To evade them. Them.
Bastards.
Alright. In the cab. Ready to go get clean. I buckle up and look around quickly. I’ll have to get those tires fixed soon. Insurance will cover it. Should. Yeah. If they don’t…yes I can cover it. Insurance might tell them something happened. And we have to hurry. I don’t want to look like Wade. I really, really don’t want to look like Wade. It would be too much to explain. So many germs could crawl straight into my body. It would be easier to put microchips in. I wring my hands together and grip my wrists. No. Still feels tickish. I can still feel the chips everywhere.
We have to hurry.
“Speeding. Speeding is fine. Necessary sometimes, even.”
I don’t want to get stuck here and have them find me. See me. Psychotic killer is on the loose. No need to b around. I need my alibi. Just at home. Perfect. I go home a lot. They’ll buy it. They aren’t as smart as they think. Brute force. A few tricks. They’ll buy a lot before they question the sale’s value. We need to hurry.
I need to get cleaned up.
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