Zydrate Comes In a Little Glass Vial...

[This is an RP profile for the graverobber. I don't own any of the pictures used here unless stated otherwise.]

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

“Time’s a weird thing.” He shrugged, chewing on his thumbnail. “I mean. If it only felt like a year to me. And it’s been a hundred for you. Then how do we know we’re not in some fucked up weird alternate universe and our paths only cross here around this area?” He yawned, closing his eyes against the sun. “Like, maybe next time I come here, I’ll be like 50. But it could be next week for you.”

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “… You’ll be fifty and still digging through graves.” She chuckled, pressing one of her cheeks against the surface of her knee. A sharp inhale, eyes squinting at the sunlight. Fifty and she’d be eighteen for the rest for—- until she gets beheaded and burned. Not even immortals are completely immortal, a shame. “Maybe father time is just playing a horrible prank..” 

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

"Maybe we're already dead.." He yawned again. "Think about it. What if this is just a memory, us looking back on our life after we're already gone. What if this is just the life-flashing-before-our-eyes part, and we're seeing it in so much clarity that it feels real. Maybe that's why we have deja vu and all that shit." He thought about things like this a lot, he just never voiced them.

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head and staring at the sky. “You know nobody else calls me that, right?” But he liked the way she said it. Maybe because she was one of the only ones who actually knew his name. Oh well. “What have you been up to for the past hundred and twenty-something years, besides getting turned into a vampire?”

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “Hm, really? Silly— though, I guess some people just don’t want others knowing their real name..” She has other friends like that. Particularly a dead fledgling who used a fake name.. among other things. “O-oh. Well the whole circus thing.. lasted for eighty or so years, then the circus disbanded and such. Worked in a diner for a while—..” A sigh, pulling knees up her chest. “A hundred years is a long time..” And now she’s a dancer.

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

"Time's a weird thing." He shrugged, chewing on his thumbnail. "I mean. If it only felt like a year to me. And it's been a hundred for you. Then how do we know we're not in some fucked up weird alternate universe and our paths only cross here around this area?" He yawned, closing his eyes against the sun. "Like, maybe next time I come here, I'll be like 50. But it could be next week for you."

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

[outofzydrate: okay fallingisntgraceful and nemirtingas I have you guys drafteddd.

Mostly because I'm stuck on Abri and I'm crocheting tiny teddy bears for Christmas stocking stuffers.

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He shrugged. No matter how old she was or what she was, she would always just be “kid” to him. “You’re not that old, kid.” 143…? Hm. He was 28. How much older was she than him now. Eh, it didn’t matter. “You’re always gonna be Abri to me.”

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “I’m not? Oh, then, I’m going to be— eighteen. Again.” Honestly, being stuck in the end of her teenage years sucks. Her emotions are.. everywhere. Quite literally. “Hm? Well, that’s good. Since I’m never going to be anyone else…” Well, not in this century, at least. “And you’ll always be Zev~.” 

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He leaned back, putting his hands behind his head and staring at the sky. "You know nobody else calls me that, right?" But he liked the way she said it. Maybe because she was one of the only ones who actually knew his name. Oh well. "What have you been up to for the past hundred and twenty-something years, besides getting turned into a vampire?"

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He stopped, still about ten feet away from her, not wanting to get any closer and scare her even more than she already seemed to be. Shoving his hair back out of his face with his free hand, the graverobber sighed. “Look, I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanna give you this.” He held up the zydrate for her to see. “Figured it would help with the pictures. As long as I don’t end up in any of ‘em, you know?”

[wolfskinnedxdoe-archive-blog]

✦; Dani had heard the promise of her safety from many lips before and, unfortunately, she believed the speaker more often than not. Settling herself some the little doe sighed, a light smile playing on her lips. “Uh, no, thanks. I’m good. I mean, this camera’s quality and Photoshop do wonders.” However, her eyes were glued to the cerulean shade that glowed. “What is that?”

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

"Zydrate. Z." Had the kid really never heard of it? It was the most popular drug out there now, the strongest pain killer the world had ever seen. Maybe it just wasn't her scene. "Zydrate comes in a little glass vial..and the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery." He held up the zydrate gun for her to see. "And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy..and when the gun goes off it sparks and you're ready for surgery." He shrugged. "That's what most people use it for. Cosmetic surgery, heart surgery, lung surgery, you name it."

[nemirtingas-blog]

“Zev..” The girl repeated, tucking the name away into the back of her mind, keeping it stuck back with all the other name’s she’d accumulated over the years. Swinging her legs back and forth, heels clicking against the stone quietly, she decided to let the silence linger in the air for another moment or two, her gaze drifting about the empty cemetery absentmindedly before she finally set her eyes back on the graverobber. “You look confused.” Was stated, sounding more like a fact than an observation, and she tilted her head to the side. “Why?”

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

“Not confused exactly, just…” He sighed. He didn’t really know what to say. Normally he wasn’t the talking type. “I don’t do this a lot. Have random conversations with kids wandering into one of my little haunts. I don’t have conversations in general, really…” It suddenly dawned on him that this kid looked around the same age he had when he’d had his surgery. Maybe he shouldn’t call her that. “Why d’you like graveyards so much, Evie?”

[nemirtingas-blog]

Giggling quietly, she placed a hand over her lips to stifle the noise. “I have conversations with strangers all the time.” It was the only fun a girl could have when she refused to partake in the sort of fun most people had nowadays. Strangers were interesting, and conversations kept away boredom, so it all worked out well in the end. Usually. “Mm.. It’s sad though, really~ I don’t have a reason for loving these places.” Perhaps she was fascinated with the fact that she should have been stuck in one of these graves ages ago, or perhaps she simply enjoyed the silence that came with an empty cemetery. Either way, Evie found herself walking through them more often than not. “Why do you have more random conversations?”

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He shrugged. "Graverobbing doesn't leave many options for conversations. You only talk to the people you know. People you sell to. Everyone else can't be trusted." He leaned back, propping himself up on his hands and crossing his legs at the ankle. "Why do you like having random conversations?"

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

Shit. Of course he shouldn’t have said that. She’d just told him she was a vampire. Was that kind of shit offensive to vampires? “I’m sorry.” He ruffled her hair playfully, hoping she’d forgive him if it was. And maybe it was bad for him to be close to her? Maybe that’s why she didn’t like hugging him. Damn it.

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; More laughter. It was unexpected, and even a few snorts were thrown into it. “I-it’s fine. I’ve had.. plenty of time to train myself. Actually, I’ll be one hundred and forty three in January.” The hugging? That was part of the reason. Another part was the.. disappearance, especially with all the growing up she had done during that ‘year’. “..And before you say it, I’m old as hell. I know.” A bemused smile. 

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He shrugged. No matter how old she was or what she was, she would always just be "kid" to him. "You're not that old, kid." 143...? Hm. He was 28. How much older was she than him now. Eh, it didn't matter. "You're always gonna be Abri to me."

[nemirtingas-blog]

“Evie.” She cooed, smile still resting at her lips as she stared over tombstones to see him. This was one cemetery she hadn’t visited in quite some time, so she had been slightly surprised to see him when she’d first entered, but his presence here had proved to be interesting. Cautiously, the tiny girl stepped over to him, doing her best not to step on gravestones out of sheer respect for the people buried under them, before ultimately giving up and plopping herself down atop a flattened down tombstone. “Who are you?”

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

Well, she already knew he was a graverobber, there was no use in telling her that was his name now, even though that was what most people usually called him. “Well…my real name is Zephyr. Zev,” he corrected himself, sitting down on a tombstone across from her. “Most people just call me the Graverobber. It’s…kind of weird to say my own name out loud.” It was kind of weird to be saying anything out loud to a person who wasn’t a…client of his, really.

[nemirtingas-blog]

“Zev..” The girl repeated, tucking the name away into the back of her mind, keeping it stuck back with all the other name’s she’d accumulated over the years. Swinging her legs back and forth, heels clicking against the stone quietly, she decided to let the silence linger in the air for another moment or two, her gaze drifting about the empty cemetery absentmindedly before she finally set her eyes back on the graverobber. “You look confused.” Was stated, sounding more like a fact than an observation, and she tilted her head to the side. “Why?”

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

"Not confused exactly, just..." He sighed. He didn't really know what to say. Normally he wasn't the talking type. "I don't do this a lot. Have random conversations with kids wandering into one of my little haunts. I don't have conversations in general, really..." It suddenly dawned on him that this kid looked around the same age he had when he'd had his surgery. Maybe he shouldn't call her that. "Why d'you like graveyards so much, Evie?"

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

The graverobber rolled his eyes. “No, that part isn’t fun. That part is hard, and it’s dirty and it sucks and I scrub off until I bleed after it.” Welp, there went another thing he’d never told anybody. But it was her so it was okay. “But the part where you just kinda say fuck you GeneCo I do what I want? Yeah, that part is fun.”

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “——” Not even going to comment on that, or ask to go on a grave digging adventure with him. If bloods involved, she needs to be far, far away— preferably asleep or too busy with work to think. “Yeah, I guess that would be fun..” 

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

Shit. Of course he shouldn't have said that. She'd just told him she was a vampire. Was that kind of shit offensive to vampires? "I'm sorry." He ruffled her hair playfully, hoping she'd forgive him if it was. And maybe it was bad for him to be close to her? Maybe that's why she didn't like hugging him. Damn it.

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

She was so cute, worrying all about him and trying to comfort him. He couldn’t help smiling as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead. “It wasn’t all that bad after. GeneCo scammed this kid out of his heart, so I’m using his heart to scam GeneCo out of a lot of clients.” He shrugged again, playing with her hair. “It’s not right, but it’s fun.”

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “You classify digging up dead people and sticking needles up their noses as fun?” For Christmas, she’s buying him hand sanitizer. Lots and lots of hand sanitizer. Though.. that’s more than a bit hypocritical of her, since her body and all her friends bodies, are just as dead. Still, the thought is gross. “You know, for my funeral I had to play dead and, they buried me alive. Quite traumatizing.” Until her only-nice-to-each-other-when-drunk cousin came along and dug her up. 

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

The graverobber rolled his eyes. "No, that part isn't fun. That part is hard, and it's dirty and it sucks and I scrub off until I bleed after it." Welp, there went another thing he'd never told anybody. But it was her so it was okay. "But the part where you just kinda say fuck you GeneCo I do what I want? Yeah, that part is fun."

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He pulled her closer, nuzzling into the best hug he’d had since—well, since the last time he’d hugged Abriella like this. “I dunno, it just failed. Ran in the family, I guess. And I knew it would happen but I didn’t want a heart when it did, ‘cause I was 17, I couldn’t make the payments.” He shrugged. “I’d rather die of heart failure with the one I was born with than take somebody’s that had been repoed. But I was technically a ward of the state and they made all the decisions for me.”

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “..That sounds horrible.” All of it. Hell, even being a ward of the state sounded bad to Abriella. But— that might be because despite being sickly and a shut in, her life was good. Medical bills were never an issue and everything was handed to her. A pat to his back was given, head leaning forward to rest against his shoulder.

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

She was so cute, worrying all about him and trying to comfort him. He couldn't help smiling as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead. "It wasn't all that bad after. GeneCo scammed this kid out of his heart, so I'm using his heart to scam GeneCo out of a lot of clients." He shrugged again, playing with her hair. "It's not right, but it's fun."

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He snorted, shaking his head. “I guess so.” Dangerous too, he thought, but he couldn’t say that. Volunteering information meant danger. He picked at the peeling skin on the palms of his hand, thick callous’s covering them. “So uh. Is Cassie short for something?” He wasn’t exactly used to conversing with people. This was new for him.

[evaloti--asteri--deactivated-de]

[✯]~ She simply nodded again, confirming her own statement of his name. He might not say much but he seems nice, just a little quite. The blonde simply rolls back and forth on her heels before nodding once more. “Short for Cassiopeia, b-but no one could say it right. O-Or they thought it was silly, so I changed it.”

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He nodded. He didn't think it would be hard for him to say, and he didn't think it was silly, but he could see how maybe little kids and teenagers would find it hard or maybe make fun of it. "It's pretty."

[trustmeimthe10th-blog]

I dare you to go on anon and break my muse

[oldmakeadealxkeepit-deactivated]

[memoxr-archived]

((I fell like I’m going to regret this))

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

“Okay.” He shrugged. He’d heard worse. Hell, he was worse. At least she didn’t necessarily have to kill to keep herself alive, right? “My heart’s not mine.” Yeah he never talked about this but something told him she never talked about what she was either. Fair trade. “I looked it up in the catologue GeneCo keeps, the one that tells where all the donors come from, right? Found this name, and looked him up. It’s a kid that got his heart torn out ‘cause his parents couldn’t pay the bill. He was only like 8 or 9.”

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “Why’d you need a new heart?” A small frown etched into her features, all her movements pausing momentarily before she began to scoot closer. Zev sounded like he could definitely use a hug right now, and oh boy was he going to get one. “About the almost dying thing—. I did, technically. Really, when you think about.. I’m just a walking corpse.” Which sounded disturbing on several levels. Suddenly, small arms wrapped around his neck, giving him one of those hugs she used to give him. 

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He pulled her closer, nuzzling into the best hug he'd had since--well, since the last time he'd hugged Abriella like this. "I dunno, it just failed. Ran in the family, I guess. And I knew it would happen but I didn't want a heart when it did, 'cause I was 17, I couldn't make the payments." He shrugged. "I'd rather die of heart failure with the one I was born with than take somebody's that had been repoed. But I was technically a ward of the state and they made all the decisions for me."

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He sighed. “Kid. I break into people’s graves, stick real long needles up their noses, get a drug out of their brain, and sell it to junkies on the street to shoot up. Try me.”

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “That… is very true, and I hope you wash your hands after handling those bodies.” Oh, Abri, stop. You’re basically a dead body walking anyway, that’s why all your friends of other species complain about the rotting flesh smell coming from you. Abriella sighed, easing herself forward, hiding away behind a thin veil of blonde locks. “Are you familiar with what a vampire is? —- Also, I promise not to eat you. Okay?” 

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

"Okay." He shrugged. He'd heard worse. Hell, he was worse. At least she didn't necessarily have to kill to keep herself alive, right? "My heart's not mine." Yeah he never talked about this but something told him she never talked about what she was either. Fair trade. "I looked it up in the catologue GeneCo keeps, the one that tells where all the donors come from, right? Found this name, and looked him up. It's a kid that got his heart torn out 'cause his parents couldn't pay the bill. He was only like 8 or 9."

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

◄ homurasxstrayxdog and themusicalhypocrite have entered the graveyard.

With quick, practiced ease, the graverobber yanked the top away from the freshly exhumed coffin, looking at the barely decomposed body that greeted him with pity and a faint sorrow people rarely saw. His kit for collecting zydrate was laid out in front of him, and he selected one of the long syringes, carefully pushing it up the deceased woman’s nose, into her brain, and pulling back the plunger. Crisp, glowing blue liquid filled the syringe to the brim before he shot it carefully into a vial from his pocket and repeated the process. On a good night, he might get three or four of these from one body. “Like a needle into a bug,” he muttered under his breath.

[homurasxpup-deactivated20121227]

It was late at night, the cemetery long-since been closed and locked up. But they’d be fools to think that they can keep out someone like him. He had his ways on getting around, climbing over fences, picking locks—or rather, burning it with his flame until it became easy to break off. It was a cold, chilling night, but that did not deter the dog as he picked his ways among the graves. Stopping at the nearest hill, after working his way up, he crouched down before the tomb stone. Touching the cold slab with a hand, he exempted a sigh. “Totsuka,” he spoke out the name of his fallen comrade into the air, lips drawn down into a faint frown. Four days has passes since his anniversary, and yet it still felt like yesterday. Like the dog he was, it was harder for Eric to let go. Totsuka was one of the first members of Homra who had accepted him, even after he had once tried to stab him. Such a carefree person, he did not deserve to go the way he had. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, the blonde continued to whisper pointless sentences to the grave, even if he knew that his friend could not hear him. He did not know what hurt more—the fact that he was gone or that he was so dependent on him. His mourning, however, was interrupted when he heard the sound of life among the dead; life other than himself. Slowly, the Red stood to his feet. His fingers trailed along the rough surface of the headstone as he walked around it, lurching quietly down the steep dip of the hill. In the distance, he caught the sound of loose dirt sifting and he became alarmed, hand wrapping around the knife in his pocket. Boldly, without the single sliver of fear, he approached the open grave. Looking down into it, at the man within, he arched a brow. “I did not know grave robbers really existed,” he commented dryly, stooping low in a crouch as he peered down at him quietly.

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He'd been so absorbed in his work-it was a delicate process, the graverobber had to be careful about things like this or he could ruin his stock and his tools-he hadn't even heard the other approach. When he heard his comment, he looked up at him, swearing under his breath. He should have been more careful. At least the kid didn't look like a cop. Maybe he was looking for a hit of Z himself.

"Yeah, we exist." The graverobber emptied a second dose of zydrate into a vial and began to try for a third. The needle made its way in easily enough, but once the plunger was pulled back, he got a thick grey liquid. "Shit," he muttered, withdrawing the needle and shooting out the grey matter. Well, that was it for this body. He pulled the top of the coffin back over the woman's corpse, banged it into place, and quickly slid the tool kit back into his pocket.

"Yeah," he said again, louder to the kid as he climbed out of the grave and picked up his shovel, beginning to throw it back over the coffin. "Gotta do what you gotta do I guess."

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

Strong, silent type? He snorted, shaking his head and throwing an arm around her shoulder. Setbacks? “What kind of setbacks, kid?” She was better now, right? Maybe he could help her get better if she wasn’t..?

[innocenceamongsin-archive]

            ღ;; “Setbacks.” She repeats, cheeks inflating stubbornly at the kid part. She’s at least three times his age now. If anyone’s the kid around here, it’s him. “You’re going to think I’m completely crazy if I tell you..” 

[a-needle-into-a-bug-blog]

He sighed. "Kid. I break into people's graves, stick real long needles up their noses, get a drug out of their brain, and sell it to junkies on the street to shoot up. Try me."