Roleplay Test 🌹

[ohdanny]

What: A RP test
Where: Ireland, a pub
When: A rainy night
Who: Closed (complete)

[ It's a cold, wet and miserable night. Typically British weather, you might say, if you know anything about Britain. Especially Ireland. It might be the Emerald Isle, but you have to see it from the rain. But if there's anything Ireland isn't going to run out of, it's pubs, and that's where you are. ]

[ Maybe you took shelter from the rain. Maybe you're on holiday in town and someone recommended the place to you. It doesn't seem like a tourist trap, though. Maybe this isn't where you meant to be, but you got lost? Whatever the reason you're here now, and it seems like half of Dublin is too, so you may as well make the most of it. ]

[ There's a man sitting on his own at the far end of the bar, nursing a whiskey. He seems oddly dry given the weather outside; has he been here a while? Or maybe he just has a good raincoat. After all, the woollen green one that he's wearing fits him like a glove and there's a few ominous lumps around the waistline. But the other patrons of the bar seem to be giving him a wide berth and indeed, some of them are even shooting him hostile looks. ]

[ Perhaps you're one of those people - perhaps you know who the dark, curly-haired be-hatted stranger is, perhaps you don't. The man raises his mug to his lips and takes a long drink of his whiskey. Perhaps it's you his gaze settles on as he glances across the busy room. ]

Comments

[ohdanny]

"Well if you're sure..."

[ She isn't sure, but what's the harm in getting a taxi with the kid? She's heavily armed, if he turns out to be some sort of creep, and looking him up and down she's pretty certain she could take him in a fight, anyway. He's probably not supernatural, she supposes, but there's still that little voice at the back of her mind and she keeps one hand on the dagger tucked into her belt as she fishes for as much of the price of the whiskey and crisps as she can find and follows the kid out of the pub. ]

"You got folks you need to call? I have a phone..."

[ She doesn't take his hand; she's never needed that before, and he's a big kid, he doesn't need her. But she sticks close by him, sheltering herself from the rain with one arm and the lapels of her coat as she hails a passing yellow taxi. ]

[bluemooncross]

Mmm? No, it's fine. You don't need to call anyone. I...

[ He stops once they leave the pub, hesitating as he starts to sway. His ears are starting to ring, and his mouth is dry... This is starting to go on for too long. He reaches out to hold the brick wall beside him, steadying himself. ]

H-How far was this place again?

[ohdanny]

"Half an hour."

[ She shrugs, starting to get suspicious of the kid as the rain hits her face. She shakes her head, fog clearing from her mind, and she hesitates at the taxi door. ]

"Longer if we had to walk - look, kid, are you drunk or something?"

[bluemooncross]

U-Umm, yeah. 'lil bit.

[ Whatever makes her less suspicious. He laughs, weakly. He really overestimated himself... ]

H-Hey, umm, [ He gulps, his voice small. ] com'ere for a second?

[ohdanny]

[ Daniel raises an eyebrow. Okay, now she's listening to the alarm bells. Something is very, very wrong and she begins to consider if she was a bit hasty in assuming there was nothing weird and supernatural going on here. She studies him up and down, looking for some sort of clue as to what is going on. Is he a pervert, or a monster? ]

[ She takes a step back when he laughs and asks her to come closer, before narrowing her eyes and slamming the taxi door shut. There's no way she's getting in a taxi with this kid. Her hand slips subtly into her coat, fingertips dancing over her makeshift stake. Fuck. Fuck. How did she not see it sooner? ]

"You're not drunk, are you."

[ It's more like a statement than a question. ]

[bluemooncross]

[ Come on, why isn't he listening already? He doesn't have time for this shit. ]

Of course I am, now c'mere. I... I-I can't-t walk on my o-own.

[ Hurry up. He's almost about to...black...o... He lifts his head sightly, the streetlamps shining on his eyes enough to show irises a much darker shade than the baby blues they were indoors. ]

[ohdanny]

"Fuck."

[ Vampire. He's a fucking vampire. And he cast a fucking glamour on her? After seven hundred and something years, it was hard to imagine she could be so stupid! She's painfully aware of how many CCTV cameras there must be on this street alone and the fact that she can't very well draw a stake in the middle of Dublin. Especially not right outside the pub; there's a load of drunk and drinking supernaturals in the pub behind her, and much as she'd like to take a flamethrower to the entire place (not that it would kill all of them, anyway) it'd be more trouble than it was worth to draw that much attention to herself. She was already known in Ireland without putting a target on her head. ]

"Fuck."

[ She isn't sure what else to say at this point, and she can hear the growl in her voice as the kid's eyes flash so dark - and hell, how young was he when he was turned? It's almost a crime - and he stumbles in the lamplight. She takes another step back, making no attempt to help him stand up again. She might not be able to kill him right here, right now in the street but she's certainly not going to help him, either. Doing her best to commit his face to memory - and damn it, to add insult to injury he really does look so much like Chris, and it just makes her even angrier - she moves her hand further around her belt, looking for her hip flask of holy water. ]

"When did you last..."

[ She shudders, eyes narrowed. ]

"Eat?"

[bluemooncross]

[ Danny, it's okay. The police will only ask "Why is that person stabbing air?" ]

[ Damn the sun and soil, why did the compulsion have to drop now?? That has to be why he stopped, right? Maybe...Maybe he can still convince him anyway? He gulps again and trembles as he tries to keep his posture, but fail finds his shoulders drooping under their own weight. ]

Hahh...ha, ha. [ He shakes his head. ] No-Not f-for a while. Maybe we should g-go g-get a bite to eat?

[ Seriously Chris, puns at a time like this??? ]

[ohdanny]

[ She does decide to grip the kid's shoulder, then, in a hold that is far too tight. She squeezes, digging in her fingernails and although she does (roughly) pull him to his feet she also pulls him close, hissing in his ear. It's a gamble; she wants to keep her throat as far away from his teeth as possible. ]

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

[bluemooncross]

[ He stumbles, but lands with quite a jolt against the stranger's side. There's...something to their words, that sparks something in his mind, and elicits a sudden, dry, mad laugh. ]

Ha...Hah, ha, ha, ha, HA... Christ... You s-sound like my sister.

[ He rolls his head to the side, then to the other, slowly. It's only slightly, but his voice sounds different, more...lispy, the s's slipping on his tongue. Not quite snake-like, but...different. He laughs again. ]

You're not very smart, are you? [ He grips the stranger by their shoulders, surprisingly tight for someone so delirious. ] You shouldn't get close to strangers...

[ohdanny]

"Yeah."

[ She hisses, her tone of voice like poison. ]

"And you look like my dead little brother. Funny how that happens, isn't it?"

[ It's not funny, not at all. They're in the middle of Dublin, at night, just outside a pub and surrounded by CCTV cameras and - oh, they're not beside an impatient taxi driver anymore, the man's clearly given up. But they are in public and here they are doing the fucking danse macabre. Daniel can't make a move without getting the kid off the streets and if the kid isn't too blood-starved to care by now, he'd know that he couldn't kill her in public, either. No wonder he'd wanted to get her into a taxi, or a hotel room, or a dark alleyway or riverside footpath where nobody could hear her scream. He was behaving as though he hadn't drunk in days and like a fool, just 'cause he looked like Chris, she'd let herself be taken in. ]

[ She flinches when he suddenly grabs her back and like lightning one of her hands wraps around the cap of her hip flask and the one on his shoulder lashes out to grab his throat, squeezing tight. Whether she was hunting or dealing with creeps in clubs, Daniel knew how to defend herself from stronger men and women. Then again, vampires are strong, and it takes more effort than she cares to admit, after two and a half mugs of whiskey, to put all her weight into her legs and shove him against the pub wall. The swinging sign shakes as they hit the stone, and she prays to God - if he still listens to her - that they aren't attracting too much attention. ]

"You're messing with the wrong hunter, kid. Get the fuck out of Dublin and I won't kill you. This time."

[bluemooncross]

[ He rolls his eyes. Are all hunters this talky? This...was probably his first time facing off against one, Bel had always taken care of them before... (He'd think, if he had the mind to. Sadly, he doesn't.) ]

[ He grunts, head hitting the wall and mouth open, revealing teeth. Fangs. Tiny ones, like they were stunted, but there and quite obviously sharp. ]

I h-hear that a lot.

[ He rolls his head forward, eyes fully black and face dull. He's too hungry to care, to think,even. ]

'You sure about that?

[ He flexes his shoulders against the wall to push against her. Making a decent effort. A tremendous one, given his age, but... he's also starved, and weak. ]

[ohdanny]

[ She's talkative, when she's upset. He always has been, and she suspects that this time, it's given away the game that he is she. (Not that it matters so much this century whether a monster hunter is a woman or a man, but it's a habit that's stuck over the years. And then of course there was the time she'd managed to get the upper hand against that succubi because he hadn't bothered to try and seduce her. But that was another story, and not the matter at hand right now. ]

[ God, but the kid's still trying to fight her? Her mind is clear enough to see past the glamour now, and it almost makes her want to laugh, if she wasn't so angry. He's probably not a kid, she keeps telling herself. The poor guy was probably just turned young. He's strong, but untrained, that much is obvious, and it's probably what saved her life. His attempts to push her away make her budge a little, but it's nothing she can't deal with. All the same, she finds herself veering away from the teeth, perfectly aware of how much danger she's now in. ]

"I don't want a scene, kid. Get out of Dublin, find some cow to drain or something."

[ Can vampires drink from animals? She'd never thought to ask one, and the thought is briefly amusing. ]

[bluemooncross]

[ It's kind of pathetic, really. For his age, he should have turned this person into a pile of bones and skin by the time to taxi had left. But... He's weak, even when fed. So despite the budge and the jaw snapping, there's not much else to worry about. ]

Fuck off. You're not the one in danger.

[ Wrong. See above. ]

[ Well...Maybe if the hunter gets cocky again and gets too close... Even in his wild state, Chris can feel his stomach churn at that thought. ]

Why bother? Do you really think anyone is paying attention? The pub? Please...

[ He starts to struggle. He just...needs leverage...And he can end this soon. ]

[ohdanny]

"Trust me kid, I wasn't born yesterday."

[ No, she was born centuries ago. It's not that long to her birthday, all things considered, but it's been decades since she's anyway been interested in celebrating it and even longer since Daniel gave a damn herself. She almost chuckles at her own joke, and wonders if perhaps monsters would be more careful if they knew some of the hunters were as old as they were. Not that she'd planned that. She'd had to be so fucking stupid as to accidentally make a deal with the Crooked Head, wouldn't she? ]

"The pub's full of hunters."

[ It's a bare-faced lie, but she wonders if his senses are dulled by his hunger. In actual fact it's full of people who might even hold her down and let him feed. Monsters are more careful these days, but they're still monsters. But the longer she pins the kid, the less she wants to kill him and the more she wants to just get him out of Dublin and just go to fucking sleep. She's getting too old for this shit, and she doesn't want to kill a kid. ]

[ Her mind made up she takes him by the shoulder and spins him, trying to force one arm behind his back for leverage. ]

"You're coming with me."

[bluemooncross]

[ And he wasn't either. Yet he still acts like a fucking child and rolls his eyes. Jesus, he could talk, couldn't he? ]

[ He wished he would stop talking, maybe drop his guard or- ]

-Chhh!!

[ A hiss lept out of his throat as he was forced around and he found himself powerless to stop it. Dammit. He thought he had them fooled... ]

What?? You decided not to kill me here, then??

[ohdanny]

"Just shut up and come on."

[ She grunts, looking up and down the street, wondering just where it is she plans to take him. Make to her hotel? The rain is starting to ease off at least, so they can go the long way around. Or perhaps she just needs to find a dark alleyway. Right, because that's a good idea. It's just what she needs to do to make this stupid plan of hers even worse, and yet she starts off down the street, looking for somewhere quiet. ]

"What's your name?"

[bluemooncross]

[ You know, it'd be really great if he could move right now. But, the pin he's under is a lot stronger than he's willing to admit and, dammit... He's too hungry. Like, reaching past rabid starvation and now just into...this. ]

[ He grunts, snarling with his head hung low. ]

C-...Chris...Why d'you care?

[ohdanny]

[ She freezes, almost losing her grip on both his arm and her own sanity at the name. Chris. Damn it all, he even shares a name with her dead brother. She wonders if Christopher might have shortened his name had he lived in this century? She expects so. But whether he knows it or not this kid has managed to find a weakness in Daniel's impeccable armour. Crom Cruach will not get his blood tonight. ]

"Fuck you, that's why."

[ She grunts and starts walking again, faster this time. She's well aware how ridiculous and childish she sounds, but if she doesn't stay angry she'll talk herself out of this reckless, stupid, sentimental idea of hers. She continues to keep an eye out for somewhere quiet until she spots an alleyway with no obvious CCTV cameras, and drags him down it with one hand, pulling out her stake with the other. ]

[ohdanny]

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