I live by mastering fear.

Trust-fund baby | 29 Nephilim | 153 "Who can say what's good and what's bad? All I did, I did to survive, I never had the luck you had. Living in the white, then the grey, but then it got so dark and I was afraid, I swear my soul was slipping away, I did the only I could to make you stay. But life is a song that ends when it shouldn't, and all you can do is live until you can't anymore. I can play that game, I was born for it, and I'm gonna be rockin' it until I can't anymore."

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[janus-crane]

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Gabriel Macht

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[instantrebeljustaddgreed-blog]

I can’t believe you would eat a squid.

[janus-crane]

I didn't. China Town, squid noodles, cats, all part of my LSD-trippin' haze. What I'm really doing is dancing in a meadow of dizzily multicoloured flowers and butterlies under a hot pink sky with Mark Pellegrino singing Stairway to Heaven repeatedly in the background. At least, that's what it seems like.

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[dontcallmestephanie-blog]

What do you mean, “that’s her again”?

Oh God, you’re becoming a cat lady before even having a cat. 

[janus-crane]

I mean, it's her gain to have so many cats. A cat lady? 

That sounds devilish and exciting. I wouldn't mind being a cat lady. What does a cat lady do, exactly?

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[dontcallmestephanie-blog]

Right. Well, you can always ask Aradia for one. I heard she has like, 20 of them. 

[janus-crane]

Really? That's her gain.

But I'm fine, I found a guy who can give me one. Or four. He's pretty cool.

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[Poison and Wine]: Jamie//Janus

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Jamie gave a thin laugh, noticing that the eyes around them seemed to have averted out of boredom. Nope, nothing to see here, go back to your otherworldly lives and leave the idiot and his companion alone once more. He thought to himself, heaving a great sigh when it seemed that no one else was looking at them anymore.

It made him sad that he couldn’t be honest with Janus, the man seemed so wise. Maybe he could tell him the truth later, when they weren’t in a bar full of Hell’s minions. It was just slightly disappointing to find someone so intelligent, that obviously would understand everything he said— and then to have him be totally oblivious to what really went on in the world.

Shoulders sagging as he sulked, pouting while staring at Janus, the boy sighed and then laughed at how he spoke about drugs. “I had cancer, that’s why I did it. Sometimes I still do it because it feels good. It was just pot, never done anything stronger than that and never would.” He noted, lifting his shoulders in a flippant shrug. Jamie didn’t hold others in disdain when it came to taking drugs, he just knew he would and could never get into the harder stuff.

Chuckling, the blond kept his attention rapt on the human, “That must be lovely. Must have been a wonderful family.” He added with another smile, blinking a few times, “Well, must have sucked for those you leave behind then.” Jamie laughed, bringing his drink to his lips and finishing it off.

[janus-crane]

Convinced and inexplicably disappointed that the danger had passed, Janus indicated a refill for his glass. He hadn't even noticed how he had thrown back the vodka in one shot, the traditional Russian way. A year and a half in St Petersburg seemed to have had an effect on him that he hadn't even noticed.

He was less wary of Jamie now. The vampire had had his opportunity to go for him, but he hadn't, even though everyone in the bar, including the bartender, would have had his back. Mixing with Hell's denizens for a century, he had met an incredible variety of personalities; and it seemed Jamie was one of the more peaceful ones, rarer in vampires than in others. 

He had had cancer? Janus nearly groaned again at Jamie's slip. That kid would be the death of himself if he didn't learn what to say and what to never say. Janus didn't even comment on it, though, focusing more on the part about the drugs. "I've seen too much shit with junkies to get involved. You know how they say that dealers never, ever use, because they see more than anyone the shit it does to users? Not that I'm a drug dealer," he corrected hastily. "I know that that would explain all the money, but I'm not, I swear."

Liar. Liar. Liar. It was exactly how he had gotten his money, or at least a fraction of it. The rest had come from even more unsavoury things; prostitution of failing Broadway starlets for a sky-high price, Prohibition dealing, even assassination for hire.

"It is nice," he said, not mentioning that his money had come solely from himself, because of how he had gotten it. "My family was... mixed. My father was a right bastard, he left us," it was easier than saying that Janus had left them, "and my mother comes from a fortune, so she took care of me until I was grown up." And along afterwards, too, in ways she hadn't even known. "I live alone now. Carry on my own ways, move on, never stay in a place too long."

He smiled briefly, emotionlessly at Jamie's remark. "Must have."

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Eggs in a Basket for Dinner // Tristan and Janus

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Tristan wasn’t wrong at all because Tristan didn’t think anything of the sort. He really didn’t have one real thought of sex this night. Tristan had a lewd mouth and sense of humor so many people didn’t get and Janus would obviously be one more Camden local that was clueless as a carpet they walked on. Tristan was joking around, as usual. What Tristan would give though to hear half of Camden’s clueless residents’ thoughts when they gave him odd stares and passing by looks though. He found it to be more amusing than most anything in the world. As a vampire there was a lovely advantage he had up on those who lied or tried to put on a show. Oh Tristan was no lie detector exactly, there was a reason those machines weren’t actually admissible in a court of law due to inconsistency, and he was no mind reader at all, but the truth was, the body change when one did it. A pulse, conductivity, blood pressure, heart rate, all things a vampire can keenly be listening to without  a person’s knowledge. It was horrible too because when Tristan identified the people that didn’t catch his gutter-minded special brand of comedic sarcasm and couldn’t take it or thought it was a real come on it would only make him do it more, like a child really. Tristan smirked at Janus’s reaction thinking all sorts of funny insults to himself that would probably be laughed at inside his own head for weeks. He’d probably blab it to all his gutter-minded friends later what was going through his mind as he visited this silly old dude he met online just to amuse them too because that was a whole other world of comedy that he could use to get attention with. He was horrible. Really.  

Yeah I fucking doubt it dude. Funny talks, bullshit walks, and you aint my type. Sorry. 

It was so close to coming out of his mouth he physically had to bite the corner of his lip to keep it spewing out like a geyser. Good thing Janus was looking down at the cats instead of him because Tristan’s face would have been hilarious. But come on! The guy who apparently never used a whore in his life actually encouraged Tristan to bring him a prostitute for goodness sake and yet Tristan didn’t. One would think the guy wouldn’t let the rest of Tristan’s jokes go over his head like that when clearly he was joking before. But obviously.. he did. 

Too bad Tristan didn’t know he was talking to a nephilim too though. He was most certainly underestimating him, just not about sexual based teasing. That much Tristan was miles ahead about. But he thought he just walked into a human’s house. The only person who knew the right species of the other could be Janus. Tristan couldn’t hide his own signature but only detect others and he’d strolled right into the only creature species’ home he couldn’t. Make that two creatures. The nephilim species and mother fucking Letha! Tristan just had no luck at all now did he? He sure as hell couldn’t detect those lies now did he? Fuck it all to hell. Truth was Tristan ignored every red flag he got with that girl. Either way he managed to keep his trap shut just so the guy wouldn’t know how ignorant he thought he was and could keep rubbing the guy wrong later.

Thank goodness Janus turned the visit’s attention to the cats or it really would have taken all the strength Tristan had to keep his mouth shut for the rest of it. Luckily Tristan was also easily distractible and actually took an interest in these cats. 

"Oh no no. I already have hers. I’m training the feral feline up to be a good house cat for her. I just can’t decide if I want to keep one myself now. I guess I’ll wait and see if she really takes the one I’m training for her or not. She seemed reluctant but took me up on the offer anyway. I want to make sure she doesn’t back out before I end up with a whole domestic zoo in my house. My dog is enough trouble." He said honestly. 

[janus-crane]

It was probably the worst idea he had ever had in his life. There was absolutely no way it could end well. Even with his career of impulsive choices, this was probably the worst one. But what could he do?

Janus had always thought himself a dog person. He liked dogs. He had owned one. He always pet one if it came near him, even the mangiest stray on the road. One of his boyfriends had owned a dog, and in the three weeks they were together, Janus had gotten pretty friendly with it. He had barely turned a thought towards cats, until now. And here he was, about to make a decision he would almost certainly regret later.

But a part of him thought it would be good. He had never wanted to be tied down before, but maybe it was time for a change. He had always thought that changing, over and over, was the best thing to do when you lived on the run, but he had really just stayed the same. This was a real change. He could tell, because it scared the shit out of him.

He took a deep breath. "Then if that's alright with you," he said, "I'd like to take them all."

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[instantrebeljustaddgreed-blog]

Damn it. Now i have nothing to do for my next special occasion! 

Gross… 

[janus-crane]

Oh, I don't know. Those squid noodles were nothing to turn your nose at.

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Eggs in a Basket for Dinner // Tristan and Janus

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"Oh clever use of tipping oh gutter-minded friend." Tristan teased as he pushed right on passed him and looked to be making himself at home as he sauntered his shifty hipped walked right passed all the grand and exquisite trappings such a mansion home would hold and plopped the basket on a gorgeous shiny marble table. "But I forgot to bring your prostitute. Maybe I’m not such a swell guy after all. I guess you’re blue balled tonight. Sorry, I can’t be bought baby-cakes. I know. It’s a complete and utter sin for a guy who looks like me to exist where hormonal eyes can find me and working cocks all point in my direction, and all panties need changed in my presence, but sweet heart, dear. I’m all about being sinful. I’d apologize but I’m not sorry at all. Money just doesn’t talk to me, sorry…

But feel free to point it in my direction. It’s not impolite. And if you need an undie change I recommend Walmart. They have all the cool boxers with superheros on them.” He winked while pulling an Italian toothpick knife from the inside of his boot and clicked it open with a snap. 

"Besides. Weren’t you into the puddy tonight?" He asked as he jacked the blade down the side of the duct tape around the basket and then pulled the blanket off. Then he stuffed the knife back in his boot. 

"I did however bring you a blonde, brunette, a noirette, and … a tabby." He laughed. There were four cats in all. Each one a different color. Then he placed his hands on the table and hoisted himself up making himself so at home he just sat right on top of the table with his cats. 

[janus-crane]

Janus's smile grew with Tristan's soliloquy, but it vanished as he understood what Tristan was saying. He thought Janus was soliciting him? He was wrong. In a hundred and thirty years of adult life, he hadn't paid for sex. Not once. He had never had to, and he also found the concept repulsive. Jesus, talk about misunderstanding. All his sexual appetite gone, Janus simply nodded at Tristan's words, letting a little grin play at the corners of his mouth at his final words. "At any given night, I'm into anything," he smirked. "You underestimate me."

He looked at the cats, and even though he was trying to keep on a suave face, he nearly fainted from the rush of what they called "adorbs". The kittens were too cute for words. He would be doing each of them an injustice by choosing another. He didn't even notice Tristan next to them, so engrossed was he in the wriggling and mewing of the felines. He wondered in a moment why he had never had a cat as a pet. Over a century of an astonishingly indulgent lifestyle, and he had never considered one? 

He had only ever had one pet, a terrier, when he was ten. He had left the dog behind when he fled; he remembered how it had chased him down the cobbled streets as he ran, and how he had worried that its barking would give him away, and how, against every instinct in his heart, he had picked up a stone and threw it at its head. Not hard, but hard enough to knock it out cold. It was the last James Caine saw of his loyal dog.

Perhaps that was why he had been so reluctant.

A sensible voice inside him told him that pets were an unwise idea, that if he had to cut and run, he would have to leave his cat behind. Moreover, the erratic lifestyle he lead was hardly suitable for a pet. He would be better off leaving them to someone who could take care of them, like Tristan's friend or the Aradia that Steph had mentioned.

Janus always repressed sensibility. It was too damn limiting for him.

He sighed. "Have you already given one to your friend? Do you need any of them?" he asked, awaiting the answer with a strange feeling that he couldn't identify.

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Eggs in a Basket for Dinner // Tristan and Janus

Tristan Evander, local blood dealer, and resident weirdo with a bleeding heart strolled right up after sunset to the home he found with a blue tie on the doorknob. It was the signal he told Janus to put up so he could locate him at all. 

Tristan wore what Tristan often wears, painted on jeans that make minds curious how in the world he ever got them on in the first place, with blown out knees. He wore a tank top that was so big and ripped up it was a wonder why he bothered to wear a shirt at all keeping all his inked up pale skin on display. He bottomed out with a pair of dark leather western boots complete with spurs to kick people with it and topped with a rocker sleeveless vest and careless hair. Then to make an outfit more suited for stage lights than day lights he had a interesting accessory indeed. It was a large woven Easter basket with a pink blanket covering the contents and strewn over the handle. He held it securely to his chest. There was duct tape around the base holding the blanket down, making it for a real classy scene as the blanket kept moving like the little cat faces underneath were attempting to find a way out. 

Since his hands were full he used the toe of his boot to kick at the door instead of knocking and he even called through the door. “Breakfast for dinner. I’ve got your eggs in a basket. Open up. Delivery boy. Have your tip ready.”  

[janus-crane]

Janus had not forgotten his tryst with the vampire. He despised people with the "all dressed up and nowhere to go" attitude; he dressed up all the time just in case he felt the urge to go somewhere. Even if it was just out in the pouring rain for shits and giggles. It never made him sick, though-- perfect nephilim health and immortality to the rescue. Awaiting Tristan, he had put on his favourite black silk shirt with white, undone buttons, and jeans to match.

His house was big-- he had splurged on it; he could afford to-- and he was sitting cross-legged on his soft bed, all the way across the house when the door banged. He knew it was Tristan: nobody else in town knew his address, not even Jamie. He buttoned his shirt up to the chest and padded barefoot across the house, through the dining room and the minibar and the living room, his feet silent against the polished marble. He heard Tristan calling through the door, and grinned. He pulled the door open. "I told you, Tristan," he admonished, "I don't want to eat them. I decided that I want one as a pet. Just one, though, they're too damn high maintenance for any more."

He took in the vampire's appearance, resisting the urge to lick his lips. Tristan was a sight, with his gothic punk-rock look and that hair, Janus would kill for hair like that, even though he liked his own brown mop just fine. "Why don't you come in. I'm sure I've got your tip somewhere around here," he smirked. 

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[instantrebeljustaddgreed-blog]

Try China Town. I hear they let you pick out your own cat to eat like those tanks at Red Lobster. 

[janus-crane]

Oh, I have. That rumour is blatantly false.

I settled for squid noodles. But I think I just may have gotten the cat instead. It's hard to tell with the squid noodles.

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[instantrebeljustaddgreed-blog]

Then what do you want a cat for?

[janus-crane]

Well... as a pet. Or a sacrifice. Or dinner. I haven't really decided yet. I'm not much for planning. I make things up as I go along.

I find life is best that way. Prepare for it too long, it gets cold.

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[dealsblood-deactivated20161010]

Naw. Closer to a vegetarian than a vegan. I mean veggies only don’t eat meat, but vegans don’t eat any animal products at all. I think? Right? But yeah, Health purposes. I could care less about the slaughter house cows. Really. I do enjoy shock factor. Everyone should watch Velvet Goldmine and live it. 

Hmmm, not sure? If you weren’t faking it? I could buy you a prostitute on the way over if you want. I’m just simply that accomidating. I’m a real swell guy. You want a male or female one? 

Awesome. 

I’ll be that over 6 feet hardcore pretty boy at your door carrying a basket of cats  and wearing more make up than the whore I bring you. 

[janus-crane]

Oh, got it. They're both the same to me from the other side anyway. I love me some... meat. I don't know, I never check what type it is.

Oh, I was sure. I mean, I was thinking just us two... but three's a welcome crowd. Either type. I'm not picky.

And I'll be that over 6 feet hardcore pretty boy at my door sadly lacking in cats but with a very, very dirty smile.

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[instantrebeljustaddgreed-blog]

Get you some pussy! 

[janus-crane]

No, no, no... this town does have a dirtier mind than I thought. I mean, pussy is always welcome here--

but for once I was thinking of actual cats. 

[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[dealsblood-deactivated20161010]

I’m not sure really. I think it has something to do with the old raisin that lives next door to me that’s always coming over to bitch at me for where I park my car. I think she’s a hoarder. They’re breeding out of control and getting all over my property. I left the top down one time and I found a hacked up hairball on the seat. I could have strangled her. Trust me we’re doing the city a favor by wrangling any of them up. 

Bah. Cats, cows, lamb, chicken, dogs, froglegs, humans? It’s all meat in the end. Who cares? haha. I’m kidding. I don’t even eat meat at all. 

I know the pub. I’ll just head in that direction. Put a tie on your front door door knob. Then I’ll know it’s it and the rest of the world will think you’re getting some. It’s a win win situation. 

[janus-crane]

That's actually an annoying thing about cats. I mean, I'm sure cat sex is hot and lovely, but it's fucking inconvenient for the rest of the world. Seriously, you're a vegan? Huh. I pegged you for the type of person who would rip into a steak like a feral dog if you thought it would make people around you uncomfortable.

Win-win indeed. You know, I can think of one thing that would make it even better.

The tie'll be blue.

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Gabriel Macht

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[janus-crane]

I have an unhealthy craving for cats.

[dealsblood-deactivated20161010]

I always think so. 

Oh well that works too. Pets. Eating them. It’s all good to me. I caught them and I don’t want to keep them all. I have to do something with them now. I was starting to think the same thing. I have an annoying hellhound that attacks frisbees instead of people. It’s so wrong. But these cats don’t take no shit. Claws. Dude. They use them. I think it’s cool. Where you live at? I could bring them over? Have your pick?

[janus-crane]

So do I. Wait, remind me why you got lucky enough to have cats in your house without even asking for them? That's going to imbalance your karma, dude. Too much of a good thing. Next thing you know, a truck's going to run you over. I'm so sorry, really I am.

Eating cats should be a crime more than cannibalism. They're ten times cooler than people, anyway. Well, that's an excellent offer and I think I'll take you up on it! I live... well, I don't know where I live. I mean, I know the place, but I don't know shit about Camden, so I'm not sure about localities or anything. It's a big house, a few kilometres west of Sinsactional's Pub, and that's all I know.