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@adam-adrift
Everyone's so excited for Holloween.
It’s Las Vagas. Costumes and booze and dancing is the norm. So I don’t understand what all the hype is with the holiday.
Yeah, whatever reason they can find to indulge more, they'll go at with reckless abandon. Also, you should probably get used to that because, basically every major holiday this shit gets pulled, kind of hard to avoid..
Everyone's so excited for Holloween.
Personality, I’ve never really liked it much. It’s so pointless.
I guess people are excited to dress up in dumb costumes and go partying, but, they already do that year round anyway...
the little things [closed]
"Yes, I’ve noticed", Bailey nodded in amusement. "In all honesty, I’m just curious as to why I infuriate you so much. I just don’t understand how you can go through life so angsty and brooding. Is it a self pity complex, or do you just not like other human beings?" Granted, she was far from human, and she didn’t like human beings in the slightest, but these were two facts he didn’t need to know. Especially not if she wanted to get inside his head. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if, somehow, he knew she was a demon, even though she didn’t detect any demonic aura on him, so she knew he wasn’t one. The thought only fueled to amuse her more, and she pursed her lips. "I’m trying to engage in a conversation with you because I want to. And I always do what I want." The statement probably should have sounded a little less bratty, but at that point, Bailey hardly cared.
Eyeing around her, the demon noticed that the street was now empty, which was a little bit shocking to her, just because it was a time of day where things were usually bustling, and people were knocking into others left right and center. It was also a time of day where the day drinkers were at the point of no return, and everyone else was either on their way to get a drink, or had one in their hands. She wondered if, the fact that he seemed to angry and tense was somehow keeping people away from the street, but she brushed it off immediately because she didn’t think this man would actually have that kind of power.
"Listen, Alex, was it?" The temptation to toss in a nickname to further his irritation was strong, but she refrained, because if she pushed him too far just yet, she wasn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t just turn around and actually walk away. "Believe it or not, I’m not actually trying to get under your skin." That was a blatant lie, but manipulation was something Bailey prided herself on. Especially giving someone a false sense of security, only to rip it right out from underneath them.
Another irritated sigh manifested through him, since, he found himself at the beginning of a conversation that he surmised wouldn't be pleasant for him in the slightest. He knew the option of flat out ignoring her was fading, and if he wanted to continue on his way he'd have to play into whatever she was trying to get at. In hindsight, walking back from where he came would of been a viable option, but Adam was far too engrossed in his determination to get his feet to his destination that he found engaging and removing the diversion was a sensible thing to do. So he folded his arms, minding the bag on his shoulder, and prepared to involve himself with the questions she posed for him, thinking twice and taking a few more moments than he needed before he articulated anything.
"If you didn't pick up on it, you infuriate me because I don't want to talk to you, but it seems you don't particularly care, because you simply do what you want... So, whatever, you want to have a conversation with me? Fine."
He waited for her part of the exchange, tensing himself for whatever ball she was going to toss, or rather, throw with disregard for safety at him. The lack of auditory input made him glance around as well, nobody was out today, but, there usually wasn't much going on this street to begin with. Absentmindedly, he noted that there was a fire hydrant beside him, and he instantly regretted making that mental note. Already, he could feel the connection of tension build between him and the pressurized water, and already, the vacancy for an outlet to cater a violent outburst was filled. He felt another step closer to loosing control, but he was resolute to keep that from happening.
"It's Adam," he corrected her, offering a disinterested stare "If you're not trying to get under my skin, then what are you doing?"
the little things [closed]
Bailey had to start working really hard to keep the smirk off her face, she couldn’t explain why she found this particular man so amusing, but he really only had to catch glimpse of her and he already seemed to be unusually tense. She wondered if that was how he was with almost everyone, or if she was just special, and decided she was going to be a little bit hurt if he was like that with everyone. Feigning innocence, she nodded a little at his response to his question, and then planted his hands firmly on her hips while she marched forwards, a little quicker than normal so she could catch up to him.
"You know, I really don’t understand why just the sight of me makes you so irritated. Are you always such a charmer, or am I just lucky?" Not that she really expected much elaboration on the matter, but still, anything she could use to her advantage she would take, because honestly, she still knew relatively nothing about this man. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if he’d relinquish control of his soul to her, but he seemed so guarded she figured she wouldn’t even attempt to broach the subject. Not yet, anyway.
"In fact, I’d say you really need to loosen up a bit, yeah? I mean, you are living in Las Vegas, after all. Clearly this isn’t the correct place for you to be living. Either that or you need to invest in a heedy dosage of Xanax."
Adam pulled himself away from her violently, stopping, again, in his tracks again to gain some distance from her. A step backwards was added, even, and that hindrance further exasperated him, since breaking the rhythm in step was something that infuriated Adam. He tried to regain himself, however, taking a deep breath before he gave another nasty glare for the woman, trying to make his frustration perfectly clear. With another moment of thought, he realized that, probably, whatever message he was sending she could probably care less about. The interaction was purposeful, and Adam felt defeated in the fact that if he tried to ignore her, she'd continue. Nevertheless, he tried his best to regain the lost composure, and keep a hold on what he could.
"You know, you could have a conversation with, just about, anybody in this city, and it'd probably be more worthwhile and productive than having one with me... Why, then, are you trying to strike something up with me when I have no interest? I am irritated, because I do not want to talk to you."
He felt a surge of anger through his body when she mentioned that he needed to loose up, and if he hadn't been trying to hard to mind his anger, he probably would of snapped. Already, he predicted how much interacting with this woman was going to take out of him, and how tiresome this was going to be.
the little things [closed]
Bailey sighed to herself as she strut down the street, high heels clacking obnoxiously on the pavement as she passed building by building, not entirely sure what she was looking for, but decided that going for a little walk was a good way to blow off a little excess steam. The demon wasn’t sure why she was feeling quite so antsy the past week or so, but everything around the city had seemed to slow almost to a halt, making it significantly slower than she was used to, and she was pretty sure it was taking a bit of a toll. Not to mention, she’d run into quite a few demons the past few weeks, and that was making her a bit uneasy as well. She didn’t particularly like other demons, mostly for the fact that she knew they would screw her over without even blinking, especially down in the pit. It was either her or them, and she chose herself - every time. And even though it wasn’t quite like that up on Earth, she still felt the overwhelming need to be extra careful of watching her back when demons were around her, and having so many just made her a little uneasy.
The petite redhead decided she was going to nip into one of the shops so she could take a look around, not even bothering to check what kind of a store it was when someone caught her eye. Smirking to herself, she recalled a few weeks prior when she’d spoken to the man, and even though it had been relatively innocent on her part - at least at first - he’d completely flipped his lid within five minutes of their conversation. Which honestly, amused Bailey to no end. If she could get under someone’s skin, make them feel uneasy, she would do it, purely for no other reason that it was a form of entertainment. Still, he intrigued her, because she wasn’t sure quit what to make of him. She almost had the nagging suspicion he was a werewolf, not that she associated with many, but he had a nasty little temper than she really only knew werewolves to have. That or drug and alcohol addicts, although she didn’t think he was either of those.
Waltzing over to him, stepping right in front of him so that he had no choice to stop, Bailey let her eyes quickly scan around the relatively empty street before stopping on the man’s face. ”Well, well, well. I guess you never know who you’re going to bump into in this city, yeah?” The corner of her mouth twitched with amusement, although the rest of her stature remained relatively passive.
Shielding his eyes from the sun, Adam had noticed the woman a bit to late for his comfort. He had taken a few steps too far before his sensory organs registered that there was someone in front of him, and it was only thanks to the auditory system that he stopped in time before he bumped into the woman. The question caught him off guard, and it took him a few moments to comprehend who stood before him, but the second he did, he had no trouble shifting into an irritated demeanor. Stopping his train of thought, and his feet, gave Adam more than enough reason to become unreasonably annoyed, but coupling that with the familiarity the woman offered him, he found a fist had already formed with his free hand.
Shaking his head slightly, he offered her a glare and an abrupt answer "No, you really don't."
He took a step to the side, attempting to evade her. Looking past her while turning his body away, he tried to ignore and leave the confrontation all together.
They call this,
And why, exactly, can’t you leave, if you hate it so much here? Is there something holding you back, some kind of pathetic sentimentality that outweighs your need to leave, or do you enjoy sticking around to put shit on those who actually do indulge in the lifestyle? There’s no point in staying in a place that makes an asshole of you, no matter the reasoning for it.
I’d say you’re welcome to, but we’ve already established that you won’t.
"Because unlike those indulging in this shitty artificial lifestyle I have obligations and responsibilities. Abandoning them to make myself a 'better' person would be the same as all the other asshats flocking to Vegas for a vacation, or residency, and like hell I'd ever stoop to their level," the spite was dripping from his words, and Adam didn't even bother to look back at Dahila.
"Yeah, I suppose we have. There isn't a point in this- hope you have fun with whatever vapid plans you have for the night."
His fists had gradually contorted into balls, but with his curt farewell, his hand on the table extended fully. Adam's body was already partially turned towards Dahlia, going through the movement of getting up and leaving, but he lingered for a second to flash his gaze towards the ceiling. It came to rest on the fire sprinkler, and with a flick of the wrist, the lever broke, and a rushing mist descended into the room.
Adam had already taken a few steps away, he didn't care if he got wet, he just hoped he ruined someone's night with his stint.
They call this,
Perhaps not, but it might enlighten you to the fact that there are other opinions on the matter that don’t align themselves with your own, and that people will announce them. Deal with it.
You know, for a stick in the mud you’ve picked one hell of a city to live in. But no, you’re right, getting wasted doesn’t solve all your problems, it does though, help some cope. You also don’t need alcohol to enjoy yourself, I would know, I don’t drink. So fuck you.
I never fucking picked to live in this god damn city. I'd love to leave Vegas, I'd love to leave it in fucking pieces, but both of those things aren't all that realistic in the grand scheme of things, so don't fucking assume that I fucking picked to live in this shit-hole.
Yeah, whatever, fuck you too.
the little things [closed]
Even with the day being perfectly reasonable for business, the bakery was closed on Saturday for the personal circumstances of the owners, leaving Adam without much structure for the day. He had already arrived earlier that morning to clean and take care of some much needed organization in the back, but, coming towards twelve, there wasn't much left he could do. Resigning himself from working any further, he began to collect himself for a walk over toward's the owners to drop some things off, and some possibility that he'd stop by the bookstore or something.
Leaving the building locked up and in better condition that when he entered, Adam took a few steps onto the sidewalk, getting on to his destination.
They call this,
I’m not trying to get at anything, I just find it amusing that you seem to be against lives pleasures and so adamant in denouncing what I have to say. Just because you think something’s bullshit, doesn’t mean it is.
And by that answer, I’m going to say it’s been a while.
And? Do you really think that some discourse is going to change my mind? I know it's bullshit, I don't need someone or something to prove to me that it's not.
But of course, if people aren't an open book about dumb shit like this then screw them, right? Sure, just get wasted, it'll solve all of your problems.
We Are Scientists - The Great Escape
They call this,
And how would you know, Adam? What was that you said earlier about ‘not seeing the point of it’? When was the last time you got a little loose?
Just because I don't see a point in it doesn't mean I can't think it's bullshit, really, what the fuck are you trying to get at?
It's none of your business knowing the last time I got a little loose.
They call this,
There’s nothing wrong with needing a little loosening. It’s good for the mind, the soul, and above all else, the body.
That is such bullshit.
drifting through the path [closed]
Watching his expression go through the motions, she lifted a hand to stop him from feeling (if at all) guilty. Though he seemed to have impressive levels of empathy about him, there was no reason for him to feel sorry for her. With the desire to prove as much, the tiny blonde let her hands come back toward the camera and pressed it firmly against her stomach. Limber fingers curling around the straps and holding it to her middle, she dug the toe of her right flat into the ground.
"Oh, I wouldn’t say rough! I have no right to complain, really. It is my job, after all!” The temporary smile she shot him only faltered for a fragment of a second afterwards. It was important that she kept composed, but a flash or two of the creature plagued the black behind her eyes, with what seemed like every other time she blinked.
Luckily enough, he went on to the next topic before it could get much worse. “Did you? This is my first time, believe it or not. That’s probably why I nearly fell off the fence just a moment ago,” came the soft laugh of chagrin, forehead creased in accompaniment. “Is this where you come to clear your head?”
"Yeah, I guess it is. There's other places just outside of town but, I think this is my favorite," he admitted, a smile sneaking onto his face while he talked about something he was fond of "This path is beautiful, but not a lot of people seem to like the walk, and, thinking about it, it's probably a great place for photos..."
He looked around to reassure his statement, secondary to admiring the landscape of nature that surrounded them. Be it rather planned, and still in the middle of the desert if you looked far enough, it was still a landscape brimming with a calming melody that always soothed out whatever qualms the banging racket of the city had to boast. It was really a treat Adam gave himself some weeks, since, as he had mentioned, no one seemed to take this path, leaving him some privacy to fool around with the streams.
With the last notes composing themselves in his mind about the other night he met Sadie, he came to the realization how much more positive he was being. The walk was one of the only positive things he had in his life, and it was showing through his light demeanor.
"Do, you take walks to clear your head, too?" he tossed the question back at her.
They call this,
Depends. Is this your natural state, or do you just need a little loosening?
Who knows if it is... and i'm sure that I don't need a little loosening, there's no point in it.
the wrong night for pleasantries
It took a beat to notice the initial cold. Liam didn’t feel much. Not the icy sting of a snow storm or the biting heat of a fire. It was a blessing and a curse all in one. Being unable to feel pain let him continue to push on, however it also made him unaware what his vessel was being put through. Still the pinch of magic sent a shock through his arm enough to cause him to let go. “Shit.” Liam muttered, letting the man drop down. His eyes flashed again, preparing for a new approach.
Adam had anticipated the man letting him go, and he was ready for the drop when the hands left their grip on his shirt. Reactively he pulled his hand back to land a punch on his opponent's face, without any thought process on the matter, besides the desperation to remove himself from the conflict. Inflicting as much harm as he possibly could on the man had already been replaced on his agenda, the unnatural aspect of his opponent jarring and daunting enough. With the ice continuing to consume the surfaces of the alleyway, Adam hoped it would be enough to hamper the man from stopping him from trying to run, once he truly caught him off guard again.
intrusive thoughts || jasper & adam
It’s one in the morning and Vegas is still pumping out the deafening music and the blaring lights. Time never mattered in Sin City; time was meaningless. Vegas was the place to waste your youth if you had the money or the beauty—- if you had both, then your luck, huh?
Jasper traveled the streets at night. When the sun dips to kiss the Earth goodnight, it’s his time to shine. The evil little creatures of the night come out to play and make dinner out of the innocent and there’s malice and mayhem beneath the city. Jasper was called out at night; murderers come out to stalk their prey and end their lives. And when it happens, the reaper is sure to appear and take that innocent soul where it belongs.
And in this particular night, Jasper happens to hunt down this fiend. Rather than allowing the victim to die, he gave her life. He gave her life and he called for help, only to leave the scene before the mundanes would arrive and rescue her. The blood on his clothes belonged to her, and surely he’d be to blame for her attempted murder, even though he appeared as her savior. His eye was on the disgusting filth that took the teen’s life. It was his mission now to take his soul and bury it in Hell.
For an hour, Jasper followed this man. His hair poorly dyed black, blond roots clearly visible. Leather jacket and a dark blue shirt now stained with the blood of his victim. There were tears in his pants; either this guy was homeless, a druggie, or a prick. Either way, Jasper wanted him dead. He wanted this filth off of his grounds. He wanted to see his blood spill and pool around his feet and the look of terror and despair on his face as he takes his life.
A life for a life.
The reaper follows him through the streets; being a reaper is beneficial—- invisibility was his gift. Aside from judgement. The blond followed him home. He was like a shadow—- so close to him yet nothing unnatural. It was disgusting; the place smelled of mold and cigarettes, garbage piling up in the next room. Jasper made a face of utter disgust—- the environment he surrounded himself very much mirrored his actions.
His eyes noticed the bottles of pills that lay on the table. This sparked the idea, really. When the male wasn’t present, Jasper took a few from the bottle and dropped them into a bottle of beer; the dissolved into nothing. And within the course of a few minutes, Jasper watched him convulse and seizure; he foamed at the mouth and stared in fear as he saw his killer next to him; Jasper adored letting his victims see him for their final moments.
And when it was all over—- Jasper took his soul. He sent it straight to Hell.
And not even a minute after, Jasper made his way out. He left the body there to rot; either somebody would find it or not. He didn’t care. But now he needed a drink. So to the bar Jasper goes.
The city was always bright, no matter what time of day it was. It felt like Vegas always liked to show off the excess and arrogance of mankind, constructing a city in the desert, filling it with water, and defying the natural cycle of light and dark with an irritating ambience of incessantly loud displays. Of course, most major collections of human settlement had the incentive to keep the lights on for productivity reasons, but Adam always figured that Vegas got that much more enjoyment in sticking it to nature than other cities.
It was his luck then, that on the curb where he parked his car, that the street-lamp was out. Though, it was lost on him, since he was already too wrapped up in his thoughts and irritability to appreciate something small like that. He had been sitting in his car for the past twenty minutes, with the intentions of getting out but failing to do so in every attempt. Intrusive thoughts had plagued him since an earlier incident at work, and he had already gone through the motions of working himself up and calming himself down, but, no matter what he had done since then they wouldn't stop clouding his mind. Notions of obscene violence and harm came and went in a constant stream, all of them a bit more morbid and grotesque than the last.
He had made a point to get home and refocus himself once he got off work, but the drive home proved difficult, instances of driving his car off the road too vivid for him to process rationally. Adam had parked the car in the fear he might of actually done something, and he had debated ever since what the next step in the matter should be.
The frustration and fatigue didn't agree that waiting around in the car was the best solution, but Adam was scared enough to absolve himself from making a concrete decision. Eventually, he got out of the car, it might take an hour, but it'd be better to walk home than to just sit there, or, wait until he felt like he could actually drive the car without imagining something horrible happening to him.
Turning on to one of the more populated streets, Adam could feel the intrusive thoughts absorb him while he walked by the bars and shops still opened this late at night. He tried to be mindful of where he walked, doing something, anything, to direct his attention somewhere else.
They call this,
Someone seems a little tightly wound…
And? Is that supposed to connote something negative about me?
