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Vulture has been shot by a member of the Mafia!
☕Cold Winter Night☕
He had a small gift wrapped up in pink and green wrapping paper- it wasn’t necessarily his favorite color combo but it was the only decorative paper he had. Vulture found himself on the porch, cleaning the snow off his boots before he entered the house, adjusting his mask as his golden eyes took in the whole place. It was nice and cozy, warm and filled with people he barely knew.
He could see Nekyia and his father- he saw John, the Sheriff and he even saw Marco, who was leaning against the wall. Speaking of the walls, it was really decorated. Orville must’ve taken some time to make this place look like a 2017 Christmas masterpost. He chuckled softly before he went to put his wrapped present under the tree before he found himself leaning against the wall- under a mistletoe he didn’t see.
Vulture thought for a while, and just listened to him. He chuckled a bit when he mocked Alistair and he then thought to himself, 'Do you trust me, Marco?'..
He shrugged off the feelings, smiling a little at him. "Well, I'd never lie to you." Vulture told him before he looked around the party. It was all so silent, and rather relaxing. Much nice than the modern day parties, truthfully. "Anyways.. aside from the mistletoe incident, this party's going pretty well." He confessed, embarassased as he thought of the mistletoe kisses.
He didn't want to feel anything towards anyone in the town yet, and even if he did, it'd be weird. He never truly fell in love for anyone. Perhaps he was only thinking all of this due to that one event of affection literally about five minutes prior. He was over analyzing a simple human gesture of friendship, was all..
Right?
He found himself lost in thought. Before he absentmindedly said "Everyone in Salem is in a relationship- too bad there aren't many good single guys in Salem."
My body’s looking wrong,
my body’s looking
wro ng,
my
body’s
looking
w r o n g!
A raven appears at your window sill, holding in its claws a tiny statue of a Vulture with a letter written on it. The letter reads, “I’m afraid I can’t visit you today as I need to tend certain things with Anubis, but don’t you dare think I forgot your birthday. I care for you very much and I hope that your birthday goes well. From, Your Father.” The raven began to choke and gag, until it spat out... a half-eaten rat. Was the rat a odd gift of some sort?
He was surprised, to say the least. He wasn't expecting his father to remember his birthday or even.. know. He went to the window and opened it, petting Nekyia gently while he took the envelope. The statues was very nicely made, and once he read the letter he couldn't help but to smile.It filled Vulture with a sense of pride. When Nekyia began to gag and cough up the half eaten rat, he grinned and picked it up with his gloved hands. "Oh, thank you. I do appreciate this." He confessed to her. "Do tell my father I appreciate the gift- and that I wish him luck with whatever troubles him and Anubis." He said before he sent her on her way.Turning on his heel, he went to put the dead rat on a dissecting tray, having something to fix up for his birthday. He'd be sure to make something worthwhile with the specimen.
Happy Birthday!
Another year added to his long lifetime, Vulture found himself sitting around and sighing quietly. He shrugged it off believing no one would pay him a visit, had Rainn been there he would've ordered a huge cake to have been baked. Vulture decided he'd treat himself to some apple pie he baked, but that was pretty much it..
Who in Salem would remember his birthday?
☕Cold Winter Night☕
He had a small gift wrapped up in pink and green wrapping paper- it wasn’t necessarily his favorite color combo but it was the only decorative paper he had. Vulture found himself on the porch, cleaning the snow off his boots before he entered the house, adjusting his mask as his golden eyes took in the whole place. It was nice and cozy, warm and filled with people he barely knew.
He could see Nekyia and his father- he saw John, the Sheriff and he even saw Marco, who was leaning against the wall. Speaking of the walls, it was really decorated. Orville must’ve taken some time to make this place look like a 2017 Christmas masterpost. He chuckled softly before he went to put his wrapped present under the tree before he found himself leaning against the wall- under a mistletoe he didn’t see.
"Nico's a bit of a fatherly figure to me- and Alistair is an odd case. All he ever wanted was to pac.." He caught himself. "-get in my pants. I'm surprised he didn't come to this party just to hound me down." Vulture confessed, crossing an arm over his chest and rubbing his other arm uncomfortably.
Alistair was one of the many humans Vulture would never understand- and he believed it was mainly lust and power hunger.
Vulture sighed softly, looking at Marco as he explained the Serial Killer and the other man, Percy. Marco seems to have a strong end of justice, and he'd hate to slip he's not a real Townie. "Well, if they're not bloody bothering the Town yet, they're not a target. If they were, you could trap them or tell a Sheriff and I'll revive whoever dies." He says.
"But, then again, I'm not too sure about siding with Neutral Killings," He began to say. "Perhaps you can persuade me? What's the reasoning behind that?" He asked.
☕Cold Winter Night☕
He had a small gift wrapped up in pink and green wrapping paper- it wasn’t necessarily his favorite color combo but it was the only decorative paper he had. Vulture found himself on the porch, cleaning the snow off his boots before he entered the house, adjusting his mask as his golden eyes took in the whole place. It was nice and cozy, warm and filled with people he barely knew.
He could see Nekyia and his father- he saw John, the Sheriff and he even saw Marco, who was leaning against the wall. Speaking of the walls, it was really decorated. Orville must’ve taken some time to make this place look like a 2017 Christmas masterpost. He chuckled softly before he went to put his wrapped present under the tree before he found himself leaning against the wall- under a mistletoe he didn’t see.
"The fucker sent a Mafioso to hit me with a meat cleaver." He stated dryly as he calmed himself down. He was wearing a jacket, so he found himself unzipping it a bit to reveal his bandaged shoulder. It was healing very well, that's the only reason he even came. "But I'm fine now. Nico has been taking care of me, even Alistair stopped by to check up on me."
Vulture zipped up his jacket, realizing he zipped it down a bit too much, and his bandages around his stomach may have been spotted. He sighed, shrugging very gently. "And about that Serial Killer.. what was his name?" He asked.
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☕Cold Winter Night☕
He had a small gift wrapped up in pink and green wrapping paper- it wasn’t necessarily his favorite color combo but it was the only decorative paper he had. Vulture found himself on the porch, cleaning the snow off his boots before he entered the house, adjusting his mask as his golden eyes took in the whole place. It was nice and cozy, warm and filled with people he barely knew.
He could see Nekyia and his father- he saw John, the Sheriff and he even saw Marco, who was leaning against the wall. Speaking of the walls, it was really decorated. Orville must’ve taken some time to make this place look like a 2017 Christmas masterpost. He chuckled softly before he went to put his wrapped present under the tree before he found himself leaning against the wall- under a mistletoe he didn’t see.
"I've celebrated Christmas, it's just.." his voice trailed off, looking at the little ornament that was hung above his head. He rubbed his own arm awkwardly as he shrugged. "Sorry, I've never really heard of a mistletoe- a bit bloody awkward if you ask me but I suppose if it's tradition.."
Vulture found himself very hesitantly leaning over to kiss Marco's cheek, his mask lifting up a bit when he did. He pulled away quickly, adjusting his mask in embarassment. "Uhm- there.. anyways- how are you?" He asked.
☕Cold Winter Night☕
He had a small gift wrapped up in pink and green wrapping paper- it wasn’t necessarily his favorite color combo but it was the only decorative paper he had. Vulture found himself on the porch, cleaning the snow off his boots before he entered the house, adjusting his mask as his golden eyes took in the whole place. It was nice and cozy, warm and filled with people he barely knew.
He could see Nekyia and his father- he saw John, the Sheriff and he even saw Marco, who was leaning against the wall. Speaking of the walls, it was really decorated. Orville must’ve taken some time to make this place look like a 2017 Christmas masterpost. He chuckled softly before he went to put his wrapped present under the tree before he found himself leaning against the wall- under a mistletoe he didn’t see.
Marco looked to see Vulture finally arriving, right under the… Mistletoe. My, hes a sly dog!
“Merry Christmas Vulture! Its so good to see you again…” He greeted himself to Vulture as he kisses his cheek.
He turned his head to gesture his own cheek towards him, wanting one in return. “Its your turn to give the favor, sweetie.”
Vulture saw Marco walking over to him with some confident stride- and he tilted his head curiously. Well, he was glad Marco seemed very.. confident? Well, until he was kissed. His face literally sparked up into a blaze as his whole mind went blank for the simple little kiss on the cheek- what was that for?
His eyes widened as he seemed very embarassased, but then he heard Marco speak. "Wait- wh..what?" He stampered, rubbing his own arms as he backed up awkwardly- into the wall. Yikes. This was an awkward social interaction- what's the deal? He's been to Christmas parties before but he's never been asked to kiss someone or well- have been kissed!
"Sorry, uhm- am I missing something here?" He asked, his voice shrinking.
☕Cold Winter Night☕
He had a small gift wrapped up in pink and green wrapping paper- it wasn't necessarily his favorite color combo but it was the only decorative paper he had. Vulture found himself on the porch, cleaning the snow off his boots before he entered the house, adjusting his mask as his golden eyes took in the whole place. It was nice and cozy, warm and filled with people he barely knew.
He could see Nekyia and his father- he saw John, the Sheriff and he even saw Marco, who was leaning against the wall. Speaking of the walls, it was really decorated. Orville must've taken some time to make this place look like a 2017 Christmas masterpost. He chuckled softly before he went to put his wrapped present under the tree before he found himself leaning against the wall- under a mistletoe he didn't see.
You were a child
who was made of glass,
you carried a black heart
passed down by your d ad.
Close
your eyes
you’ll be
h e r e
soon.
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Have you ever wet the bed passed age nine?
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Have you ever raged at a video game? If so, why?
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Childhood crush?
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Cringy moment you can remember?
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