Hal Yorke (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
resistmyself) wrote2013-05-19 05:03 am
resistmyself) wrote2013-05-19 05:03 am
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[Focus.
Hal has the book in hand - has read a great deal of it, reasoned out its functions - but he's yet to make an entry of his own. No, that's making his presence known in way more public a manner than he prefers. As a vampire, he tended to avoid communities this small (unless he ran them, and that wasn't something he was interested in doing now) as it made hiding his presence a little more difficult. Everyone knew each other in a small town.
He'd found himself on the floor of the item shop when he woke up, which was fortunate since that meant he didn't have to walk through the streets topless. It also meant he came across his domino set, which was an odd thing to find among everything else but he isn't complaining. He buried it in a pile of some other junk. He'd come back for it later once he had a better idea of what was going on.
There's no sign of Alex or Tom, which is problematic - made more so with every entry in the journal he reads.
Focus.
He has to take stock of things outside the shop eventually. There has to be some other non-human entity in this place aside from himself, and if there is he needs to find any such individual as quickly as possible. He's still too volatile to be thrown into this situation with only humans to look to for help.
The sunlight doesn't bother him. That's one vampire trope his kind is lucky enough to avoid in reality. Hands in the pockets of his newly re-acquired coat, with the fingers of one latched firmly to a single piece from his domino set, Hal keeps close to the buildings as he makes a slow circle around the center of town.
This place is basically everything he doesn't want, and not losing it on this alone takes a great deal of determination.]
Hal has the book in hand - has read a great deal of it, reasoned out its functions - but he's yet to make an entry of his own. No, that's making his presence known in way more public a manner than he prefers. As a vampire, he tended to avoid communities this small (unless he ran them, and that wasn't something he was interested in doing now) as it made hiding his presence a little more difficult. Everyone knew each other in a small town.
He'd found himself on the floor of the item shop when he woke up, which was fortunate since that meant he didn't have to walk through the streets topless. It also meant he came across his domino set, which was an odd thing to find among everything else but he isn't complaining. He buried it in a pile of some other junk. He'd come back for it later once he had a better idea of what was going on.
There's no sign of Alex or Tom, which is problematic - made more so with every entry in the journal he reads.
Focus.
He has to take stock of things outside the shop eventually. There has to be some other non-human entity in this place aside from himself, and if there is he needs to find any such individual as quickly as possible. He's still too volatile to be thrown into this situation with only humans to look to for help.
The sunlight doesn't bother him. That's one vampire trope his kind is lucky enough to avoid in reality. Hands in the pockets of his newly re-acquired coat, with the fingers of one latched firmly to a single piece from his domino set, Hal keeps close to the buildings as he makes a slow circle around the center of town.
This place is basically everything he doesn't want, and not losing it on this alone takes a great deal of determination.]
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But then, I'm talkin' to a vampire.]
And... I don't know.
[Well. She mostly knew that the answers was yes, but--]
Why do you wanna know that?
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Somehow I doubt any world could be quite that forgiving.
[Letting himself believe that he might not be a danger is, in itself, a dangerous line of thought. He can never become complacent. Especially not in a place this foreign.]
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You're right about that. [She said quietly.] People can still be turned here. But you might not find it so easy. Most of the people in this place aren't exactly normal.
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[This is a positive thing.]
Or... more that are simply not human? [Something seems to cross his mind.] ...I'm going to have to find a place to stay. I'll need a roommate. I can't stay alone. How do I go about doing that?
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[...but. It was curious. He'd known she wasn't strictly human. And now he wanted to know if there were more like her? Rogue's eyebrows came together.] There are a couple of ways you could go 'bout finding a roommate, but first-- what do you mean, 'more like me?' Just what do you think I am?
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You said you were a mutant, didn't you? As if it was something I should be aware of. If I may say so, you appear fairly normal aside from the hair, which I'd honestly assumed was a dye job.
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Mutants, where I come from, have all different kinds of appearances and powers. The hair [she reaches up one gloved hand and tugs a white strand back behind her ear] is as natural as they come.
But that doesn't answer my question. You knew right away that there was somethin' different about me. What is it that you think I am?
[Okay, so she wasn't willing to wait long.]
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[Hal frowns.]
Well you're something, clearly. But you get what I'm saying.
Vampires can only drink human blood. It's an addiction, and as such we're drawn strongly to it. If someone isn't human, or isn't entirely human, it's typically easy to tell upon closer inspection.
I could drain you. I mean, I won't, but I could. The draw just isn't as strong.
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She'd be committed, she was sure of it. What was her life?]
Oh sure, you probably could drain me. I mean, it's theoretically possible you could pull it off. [If her tone was any drier, the relative humidity in the place would probably start to decrease.] I just don't think you'd like it very much.
[She pauses for a moment, considering.] So you don't need blood to survive?
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But no. It's completely possible for us to live without blood. Just... incredibly difficult at times.
[Such as now, when he's lost and confused and without anyone familiar.]
It's the drug we're never free of, where withdrawal (more than the physical effects) means remembering. And for some that alone is simply unbearable.
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[...right, so she was talking to a potentially volatile junkie. And blood was his drug of choice. Human blood. No wonder he'd immediately identified himself as clean.
All right. What do you know about junkies, Rogue? It's all self-control, it's a constant gnawing in the back of the mind, and they need a support system.
So he was ripped away from everything in a strange new world with no support system - a fact he was eminently aware of if his request for a roommate was any indication - and dumping all this on the first person he saw, like he said.
Great. She had to open her big mouth.
Something indefinable about her stance changed, her shoulders squaring and chin lifting slightly.]
The name's Rogue. I think you'd have a hard time drainin' me 'cause the whole time you'd be touching me, I'd be drainin' you right back. You wanna take a walk with me? We'll see about gettin' you some shoes.
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...Yes, that would be appreciated.
Although. I'm not quite sure what you mean when you say you'd drain me in return.
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She held up her gloved hand.]
I can't have skin-to-skin contact with anyone, or else my powers activate. [So I know, really, what it's like to want something terribly and not be able to have it.] I absorb lives. Memories, powers, talents... your whole 'life-force.'
[It wasn't something she liked to talk about; she was only talking about it now because she wanted him to know that she wasn't simple prey, and she wanted him to know why.]
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Then... it's probably for the best that you go out of your way to avoid making skin contact with me. Moreso even than you might with some others. I'm quite certain you don't want all five hundred years of my memories.
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It doesn't quite work like that - all at once, I mean. But I'll make a note of it.
[Hopefully, it wouldn't be necessary.]
Five hundred years old, huh? Gotta say, I wouldn't have put you a day over thirty. Thirty-two.
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...And really? Thirty-two? I was only in my mid twenties. You'll really make me feel ancient that way.
[A little bit of teasing to lighten the mood? He does need to do what he can.]
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Yeah? Well, don't feel too ancient. I understand health an' sanitary issues weren't the same back in the 1500s.
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Ugh. Don't remind me. I knew conditions were filthy at that point in time, though in retrospect not as disgusting as I know them to be now. You see the worst sorts of disease, living in a brothel.
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I'd rather not imagine, thanks. And to abruptly change the subject in a timely manner, here's the Clothing Shop.
[She starts up the walkway to the door.]
It might even have some of your things from home - or it might not. Either way, most everything in here is cut for the wings.
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That's convenient. Am I to believe they just appear like that as well, or does this place have seamstresses that cater to winged clients.
[Hopefully he's able to find some of his leisure clothing and doesn't search around only to locate his hotel uniform.]
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Though I suppose it does give them a reason not to change the way they make clothing.
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[She gives him an assessing look.]
Speakin' of, I planned on doin' a little shopping. So I'm gonna be over there. [She points. The shop is fairly empty, as always, so it doesn't preclude further conversation. Mostly, Rogue's figuring that she's just playing chaperone against his going crazy, but she doesn't mind being around a little bit longer to help him get on a more even keel.]
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[She's been friendly enough so far. There's no need for him to push it by following her around like a lost puppy. (And that would be exceedingly rude should she decide to use the changing rooms.)
He's left to search on his own, then. There is... quite the assortment of items on these racks, but soon he's able to come across a familiar jacket. The rest of it might take a bit longer.]
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Before going to try them on, she pauses.]
Doin' alright over there?
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