goodgrasshopper | [sixteen] Mr. Miyagi has left the building.

...Damn. Are you okay?

Perfectly fine.

...crap.

That's not what I meant to say.

...Yeah, I probably shouldn't have made that a question. It was a stupid one, anyway. I'm sorry.

It's okay. I just... Really hate this.

I know. So do I.

...I blew off steam the other day by hurling a dozen or so snowballs off the end of the deck. Or we could make a few snowmen and viciously demolish them. How's that sound?

That... sounds like an awesome idea. Let's do both.

Awesome. Meet you up there?

Already on my way.

Isn't that just tragic.

I can see that you're deeply crushed, Amanda. I didn't know you knew him. Want to come over, so we can commiserate? I promise, Mouse won't bite.

Of course. There's nothing I'd rather waste my time on than a bonding session with the warden who ran with her tail between her legs.

[Is she affected? Yes! However, she's always this sarcastic and it's rather hard to tell.]

[Molly is all smiles over sarcasm.]

I'll look forward to seeing you, then. We can braid each others' hair, and bond over all the happy memories.

Super. I can't wait to recount the story of how I was playing you from the very beginning.

It's so sweet that you're so manipulative you start looking for angles on people the moment you meet them. How's that redemption thing coming along?

It's great. It's not like you wardens are using inferior methods, after all.

Because brutal torture is so much more effective.

Brutality doesn't enter into it...and yes, it works.

Terrifying someone into changing only works as long as they stay afraid. You have to want to change for it to really work.

It isn't about fear.

No? Enlighten me.

I've tried. You don't want to be enlightened.

You're giving up awfully quickly for a believer.

Some people are just too stupid to understand until it's them.

Of course. You're such a special snowflake. No one else could ever understand.

Not at all; others can understand, and have. Not everyone is as willfully stupid as you.

Edited 2010-12-22 01:20 (UTC)

[Armand's been looking for a victim for a little while now, as he simply can't sustain properly on simply bottled blood. However, now seems the most optimal time. Just after dinner when others will likely not be looking for her. The vampire moves silently through the dark shadows of the hallway, watching his target with all of his usual grace, putting his matters with Rex to the back of his mind.]

[Molly heads back toward her cabin after dinner. Maybe Mouse will want a walk. The dog has been sulking since they'd stopped in to see Harry and found that he was gone. Not that she can blame him. He's Harry's dog, back home. He's only been staying with Molly to keep an eye on her. Of course he misses Harry.

And he hadn't even said goodbye.]

[Armand carefully eyes her as she moves back toward her cabin and glances around to see that no one else is around as he slowly trails after her. He steals past a post in the wall, eyes still fixed on her and ears focused in on the sound of her heartbeat. When he feels the moment is right, he seizes her shoulder, clamps a strong hand over her mouth, and bites into her neck, waiting for the euphoric effects to set in.

He's not in quite the same mood to taunt Molly, to tell her how weak she is. This is a necessity, he needs this to live, not for his own undue pleasures.]

[Molly struggles immediately against the hands on her shoulder and face, trying to shout or break free or--anything. She lets out a muffled shriek into Armand's hand as he bites into her neck.]

[Armand continues to hold her tightly, the hand holding her shoulder drifting down to grip her waist. Slowly he begins to drink, and the sound of his heartbeat begins to rise in his ears like usual, quietly underneath hers. He knows how the bite usually brings enjoyment, pleasure to the victim as well, but isn't concerned with her reaction, just in getting what he needs.]

[Molly's struggles are slowly starting to subside, and she's discovering to her horror that she's not even sure she wants to fight him anymore. Her body tries to relax and she stiffens again, driving an elbow back at him.

...Not her best effort.]

[Her elbow hits him in the gut and he quickly re-wraps his arm around her waist again, his mouth still on her neck. He has no plans to kill her, just drink. The distraction pulls him away slightly from the sound of her heartbeat but he focuses again carefully and decides that perhaps he just won't get what he wants. He sets her in front of her door with a frown. Stupid humans are always messing up stuff.]

[She whirls to glare at him, putting a hand back against her door to steady herself. She's feeling a little light-headed.]

What the hell was that?

[Armand rolls his eyes, clearly not impressed.]

Go into your room.

[He's already annoyed that she ruined his drinking experience and the sass for not killing her is quite grating as well.]

[...Is he actually ordering er around like a disobedient child? Molly folds her arms across her chest.]

Next time, find a volunteer. I'm not a juice box.

[Armand cocks his head to the side.]

I could have left you dead. Be grateful I even spared you.

[He's in quite a foul mood, unfortunately.]

[And he's really ticking off Molly, too. She's scowling. Well, she was already in kind of a bad mood.]

I'm supposed to be grateful that you didn't murder me out of hand. Really. Thank you so much.

[...You might detect more than a little sarcasm there, Armand.]

[Armand simply smiles smugly.]

May your days be short and full of fear.

[And off he goes!]

Edited 2010-12-14 22:36 (UTC)

[Molly growls a little to herself and goes into her cabin. It looks like she's going to have to develop a habit of wearing scarves for a while. Worst. Day. Ever.]

Who's that?

My father.

Nngh. No. Sorry--this flood.

He's my teacher, and a family friend since I was a little kid.

..Did he say anything to you, about leaving?

No. He was just... gone, when I went to look in on him.

I'm sorry. He was a good guy.

Yeah. Hope everything's okay back home.

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Re: [Spam, early evening] If this isn't cool, I can edit. <3 I don't want to godmode anyone.

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