Bleeding out.

Oliver Beckham 28 Blood Manipulator Extraordinaire On the run Currently residing in: Ashworth Colorado

[caged-rabbit]

Bunny stared up at the man, vaguely recognizing him from somewhere, but in his confused, scared state he really couldn’t remember. “Yea…” he muttered, “for food.” He’d wanted to prove he was a grown up and get the groceries all on his own, but now he was stuck asking for help. “Yes, please,” he replied after a few seconds. “Can you show me?”

[oliverbeckham]

The man closed his book and clutched it to his side, simply nodding at the boy and pushing himself up and out of his chair. The man had gotten stronger, he’d practiced for weeks now and finally, getting around wasn’t all too hard anymore. Taking a breath, he led the way out of the library, expecting the boy to follow him. “I’d like it if you paid attention to where we go, that way you’ll remember next time.”

[caged-rabbit]

Bunny had been wandering around for a while, searching for somewhere with cookie dough. Sadly, he had gotten lost on the way to the store and now was so turned around. The tiny boy sniffled a little as he walked over to the man reading. “Umm…” he muttered, fiddling with the hem of shirt nervously.blue “Do you know where the store is?”

[oliverbeckham]

Oliver let his blue orbs wander over the short little before who nervously stood behind him, snuffling and fiddling with the little hem of his shirt, the man sighed. Normally, he would have snapped at somebody for bothering him while he read, but as he could recall the boy from the forest, he’d decided it wouldn’t kill him to help the child out. “For food?” he asked, clarifying. “It’s a few blocks away, would you like me to take you?”

[zuhrakhaled-blog-blog]

Zuhra placed her hand on counter, hoping the guy would look up at her. When she did, she attempted a polite smile. Not one of her greatest strengths, admittedly. “I’m looking for a book about France? The culture, the scenery, the language. Anything, really.”

[oliverbeckham]

Oliver raised a brow at the woman across from him, placing her hand on the counter. The man wasn’t quite sure why she’d decided to ask him of all people, but she had come to the right person. “Ah, well..” he trailed off, closing his book and offering it to the woman. “It is a book on French culture, focusing on France and what it has to offer. Savoir Flair!, by Polly Platt.” he said, sliding the book over as his accent came out.

[oliverbeckham]

Cannibals or vegetarians?

“Cannibals are far more interesting.”

[oliverbeckham]

Do you collect children?

“No-..I-..I suppose I do...Sigh.”

[oliverbeckham]

The man pulled the book down from his vision to look up and over it at the person who stood in front of him, speaking some nonsense of how they needed help. Oliver let out a little sigh, closing his book and setting it on the library table next to him, clasping his fingers together and meeting eyes with the other.

“What can I help you with?”

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remy squinted at Oliver, studying the other man’s sudden change in expression. “If you identify as a male, you don’t want people calling you a woman,” he said, “It has nothing to do with women being a bad thing – which it isn’t – although, I have to say that you making a leap assuming because I like cooking, cleaning, and bandaging you up that those qualities makes me a woman. We live in the twenty-first century, don’t we? Hey, I see that half-eaten waffle on your plate. Don’t hide it under your napkin.”

[oliverbeckham]

“Ah, but that’s what you assumed. I never called you a woman, I said you had the mannerisms of a housewife. Haven’t you ever watched cartoons? Tom and Jerry, the housewife in the apron with the spatula, I simply expressed that you reminded me of one.” he said with a bit of a shrug, not taking much of it to heart.

[remuswilliams-blog]

“Mannerisms?” he blinked, “Movement? The way I talk? So you’re saying…that all that makes me like a woman?” Remy’s brow twitched, he whacked Oliver with the spatula again, and sulked his way to the sink to rinse off the dishes. 

[oliverbeckham]

The man ducked his head down, arms protectively coming up over his head to avoid getting hit too hard, the man let out a little noise. “Hey!” he said, pushing himself up from the table. “You act like being like a woman is a bad thing, you aren’t sexist, are you?” he asked, a hint of seriousness.

[humanitysucks]

Punch me and I’ll kick your teeth out.

[oliverbeckham]

“Relax, I have no reason. I’m here simply because somebody suggested I pay you a visit.”

[nerleknows]

If there was one thing Zeven was, it was childish, in his mannerisms, his speech, everything, except maybe his taste in activity. How many children found murder fun? He slipped his hand into Oliver’s and continued walking, stalking the streets for someone to kill.

“We should find a stranger,” he suggested, “people who will not be missed. That is what Mrs. Lovett said and she was very good at hiding pies so we should believe her. Please do not throw us in a furnace.”

[oliverbeckham]

It was obvious the man was selective with who he liked to touch, it was limited to one very, very tiny little girl and nobody, but the man didn’t want to be rude to the other, especially after what had happened when he’d snapped the other day.

He nodded at Zev, although the reference flew by his head quickly. Oliver wasn’t good when it came to pop culture, he knew most about strategy and book related things. The man gave the other a look in confusion, but didn’t say anything as he pushed the door open to the coffee shop, eyes darting around outside.

[remuswilliams-blog]

Remy smacked the back of Oliver’s head with the spatula, just as he threatened to earlier. “Just because someone likes to cook doesn’t make them a housewife,” he pouted.

[oliverbeckham]

“I never said it was because you liked to cook, it’s in your mannerisms. The way you move, the way you talk. You remind me of a housewife.” he said simply, ignoring the others pout. “Cute.”

[nerleknows]

“Good!” He shoved the piece back into his pocket and proceeded to grab onto Oliver’s arm. “Get up then!” he huffed, cheeks puffing out in a pout. He wanted to kill someone, torture them, make them scream loud and long. “What kind of bleeder does Oliver-person want? We want a big one please.”

He pulled at Oliver’s chair, desperate to get him to move and come play. “Oliver-person must be faster please. All of the good ones will go away because of the war.”

[oliverbeckham]

The man allowed himself to be tugged up from the arms of the other who’s cheeks puffed out in a pout, Oliver couldn’t help but notice the other reminded him of a child, as many here in Ashworth did. Once at a stand, the man thought for a moment, tapping his chin before speaking.

“Human, I don’t care who they are, what they look like, I just want them to be human.” he said simply and seriously, cringing at the word ‘war’.

[remuswilliams-blog]

“No you don’t,” he said, “Do you want more bacon? You’re running low.”

[oliverbeckham]

“You remind me of a housewife, and it will never cease to astound me that you are a grown man, a deadly man at that.” he said, shaking his head.

[nerleknows]

He nodded quickly. “Yes! Come, Oliver-thing!” The boy took Oliver’s hand and tugged on it lightly. “Please, we need to go. We want to go on hunting. It would be fun!” He bounced on his heels, scrambling around the table.

Finally, he pulled over a chair and began working on an embroidery piece in his pocket. “We will give this to Oliver-person if you come with us, and blood, lots of blood. That too, that is the important thing, yes?”

[oliverbeckham]

Oliver sighed but gave a small nod to Zeven as the other scrambled around the table before finally sitting down. The man watched the other work on the embroidery piece, for a moment, snapping out of it when the other spoke.

“I will come with you, you don’t need to give my anything, and yes, lots of blood.” he said, nodding once more.

[remuswilliams-blog]

“A spatula of diamonds,” he whispered.

[oliverbeckham]

“I-...” he paused, shaking his head and giving up entirely. “I give up on you.”

[remuswilliams-blog]

“That’s right! You know I’ll hit you with a spatula otherwise!”

[oliverbeckham]

“Was that supposed to be a threat? You might want to try harder next time.”

[nerleknows]

That was it. He wanted Oliver to come out and play. It was lonely without his murder buddy and he wanted to kill someone or something. Squirrels and birds only helped so much. Huffing, he banged on the coffee shop door blinking as it opened. “Oh…we are sorry, door-thing. We need to talk to Oliver-person right now and you were in the way.”

Skipping over, he hugged Oliver tightly. “Hi, hi!” he giggled, “what is wrong with Oliver-person today? Will you come play with us? We want to find a bleeder-thing and you look sad to us. Come, come, we will find a good one. We promise!”

[oliverbeckham]

The man rubbed his face lightly when Zeven came into view, passing a small, irritated smile at the other. He wasn’t irritated at Zev, so much as in general. He was on edge, he’d never gone this long without killing and the desire ran high within him.

Oliver stiffened from the hug, but didn’t say anything about it, he just nodded at Zev and ran his fingers through his hair. “Bleeder thing? Do you mean people?” he asked, confused.