Weary Warrior

Patricius "Patrick" Anselmi Vampire | 35 (1709)

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Cheated on someone?

Innocent

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Thoughts about suicide?

Guilty

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Done something you regret?

Guilty

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Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?

Innocent

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Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have?

Guilty

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Stalked someone?

Innocent

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RULES: YOU CAN ONLY SAY ‘GUILTY’ OR ‘INNOCENT’. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING UNLESS SOMEONE MESSAGES YOU OR ASKS YOU DIRECTLY.

Asked someone to marry you?   Kissed one of your friends?   Danced on a table in a bar/tavern?   Ever told a lie?   Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have?   Ever kissed someone of the same sex?   Kissed a picture?   Slept in until 5pm?  Fallen asleep at work/school?   Held a snake?   Been suspended from school?   Worked at a fast food chain/restaurant? Stolen something?   Been fired from a job?   Done something you regret?   Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?   Caught a snowflake on your tongue?   Kissed in the rain?   Sat on a roof top?   Kissed someone you shouldn’t?   Sang in the shower?   Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?   Shaved your head?   Slept naked? Had a boxing membership?   Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?   Been in a band?   Shot a gun?   Donated blood?   Eaten alligator meat? Eaten cheesecake?   Still loved someone you shouldn’t?   Have/had a tattoo?   Liked someone, but will never tell who?   Been too honest?   Ruined a surprise?   Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you can’t walk after?   Erased someone in your friends list?   Dressed in a woman’s clothes?    Joined a pageant?   Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?    Still have communication w/ your ex?   Cheated on someone?   Got totally drunk one night and you have an important exam tomorrow morning?   A total stranger treated you by paying your fare?   Got so angry that you cried?   Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?   Thoughts about suicide?   Thoughts about murder?    How about Mass Murder?   Rode in a stranger’s vehicle?   Stalked someone?   Had a girlfriend/boyfriend?   Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? 

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All Night

[xxbeautifullybrokenxx]

Arashi gave a light laugh. “Philippe mentioned roughing him up too, but it was mostly if he hurt me.” The boy kept the smile on his face as he shook his head lightly, eyes dropping down to look at his tea. At the story of the witch being turned he looked up at the man, biting his bottom lip hard. “I’m so very sorry about that…dark magic isn’t any good to dabble in..” Since the possession he’d suffered he hadn’t practiced any of his own dark magic abilities. The necromance ability had been what drew the demon to him, so he’d put a hold on all that. “You saved his life though. I think you should be proud of being able to do that.” He reached out to gently touch Patrick’s hand, fingers softly caressing the top.

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Patrick supposed that the rest of his existence was going to be a constant attempt at not reacting at that name. He skipped over that part, replaying instead his words about Noah. That was a sorrow that was easier to rehash because it had contained some hope of a happy ending. Patrick nodded, viewing Arashi’s fingers against his hand, but not really feeling the action. “Thank you...though I’m not sure i saved him anything in the end. Some say this type of life is a curse not a blessing.”

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Spotter

[ruborosa]

Focused and tireless, she hit the sandbag again and again. Her mind was a dark place and there was nothing she could do but follow a web of thoughts through and past the darkness. It was a five minute journey and, more often than not, she had to climb over high walls that kept her stuck in one place for much longer than she’d have liked.

Carmen’s fists landed on the sandbag, distracted, but relentless, and she knew she was hurting herself, but she didn’t mind it. She had to get through that terrible mind place and if she stopped then, she would get stuck in it for another day. She couldn’t do with another day in the same dark spot and she wouldn’t.

Fists bruised and muscles aching, begging for a break, Carmen continued with her merciless punching. Sweat seeped through the tank she wore and dripped down her temples. The young woman didn’t let anything distract her until a man who stood not far from her opened his mouth to speak to her. She threw him a look, wondering what he wanted. 

“I’m warning you right now”, she started, her accent still thick despite the past eight years she spent in the country, “if you try to hit on me, you’ll be the second sandbag I’m splitting today.”

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Her immediate aggression took Patrick back for a moment. It was true that his eyes had took in her curves for a brief moment and he’d logically recognized that she was an attractive woman, but he hadn’t thought any sort of sleazy intention had been present in his voice. He didn’t mean to laugh, hoped she didn’t try to hit him for it...cause really that would probably end up hurting her more than him. But she was so unbelievably off base.

“That was not my intention at all,” he explained, hands up and palms out in a submissive stance. “Not that you are not worthy of hitting on...but that’s not really my style...hitting on people at the gym. A bar maybe...but this place...I’m classier than that.” A finger extended to point at the sand bag. “You’re hogging the bag...I mean due respect if you’ve got a lot of venting to do...but I did want to have a turn before you break it.”

[bohemiancolia]

Send 3 assumptions and I'll tell you how many are right

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All Night

[xxbeautifullybrokenxx]

“It pays good. I do a lot of filing and make a ton of coffee runs.” He smiled as he looked up at the other male, watching him as he lifted his mug to sip at his tea. “You have another fledgling?” He turned his head to the side as he looked at the man sitting across from him. “Well. I do hope that you stay.” He sipped his tea again, enjoying the sweet taste of the tea.

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“You let me know if he overworks you and I’ll rough him up a bit,” Patrick teased with a grin. His face sobered slightly and he nodded. “Yes. His name is Noah. It was...he was a friend. A witch. He dabbled in too much dark magic and ended up opening a door that let something eat him from the inside out. I was trying to help him...when I couldn’t.” He gave a sigh, palms outturned. “I’d just left Russia...and i wasn’t in the best state of mind to begin with. I couldn’t stand the thought of losing the one friend it felt like I had left so...in a moment of grief and panic I turned him.” Running a hand through lose strands of hair, the vampire sighed. “I am not particularly proud of myself.”

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He’d always been a man that liked to be busy, learn trades, excel at self sufficiency. But even with his night vision there were some tasks that weren’t fitting for darkness, that simply didn’t make sense. The house he was renting was in fairly decent shape for his age, but the fencing needed work. One hand in his pocket, the other hoisting a mallet hammer against his shoulder, Patrick whistled lightly till a body on the other side of the fence caught his eyes. “You look lost,” he called out softly. “Or perhaps you’re househunting...in which case I’m afraid to say that this one is occupied.”

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Entertaining Simeon

[Timeline: 28th August 2016, Sunday, 5:10pm, dark corner of a coffee shop with preferred entry and exit for vampires during daylight hours]

Simeon was beginning to feel like a caged beast - First their were the delays with work and the time spent with Philippe at the palace and his home. Something about a possession and a dead cat. Then there was the storm. Now his workout sessions had also been put on hold with his friend’s or would he be an acquaintance, departure into the great swamp lands outside of Salt Creek. He was bored and currently trapped inside by the bright sun and blue skies. He tossed the paper on the table before him, “Doesn’t anything interesting ever happen in this town?”

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He remembered the man...Simeon...from Russia. The one that Philippe boxed. It was curious to see him here, and yet, Patrick knew how hard it was to walk away from Ballard, even after he’d hurt you. Simeon was probably like everyone else...helpless. Moving to sit down beside the vampire, not sure if he’d be remembered in turn, Patrick gave a small chuckle. “You mean aside from the murdering of local citizens? That’s as interesting as it gets isn’t it?” He tapped at the paper, the front page splashed with speculation. “I had you pegged as the type that made interesting things happen, not the type that sat around waiting for them to happen.”

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Spotter

@ruborosa:

Normally Patrick preferred to work out on his own. But lately the home gym in his basement only served as a cage that trapped him in his own thoughts. Noise soothed him, feeling small in a room full of people helped him let go. There was the whir of treadmills going, the sound of weights clinking, and to his left the pounding of fists against a punching bag.

His smooth stride didn’t stop as he let go of the treadmill to check his watch and then eye the brunette at the punching bag. He’d been waiting for a turn for a good half hour now, and it seemed like the girl was nowhere near losing steam. Patrick found her intriguing to watch. When you lived long enough you could spot the difference between the people who trained for muscle, and the people who trained for survival, for the purpose of a fight.

Gaze shifted down to his treadmill as the timer beeped his completion. He could go again but...eyes flickered over to the girl. Instead he toweled lightly at his forehead and wiped down the machine, moving to stand a safe distance to the side of the brunette, arms crossed lightly against his chest. “Did that bag do something to upset you? You seem utterly determined to split it at the seams...and that’s going to leave a lot of work for the poor part time teenagers that do the grunt work here.”

[aureliaxpetrova-blog]

knowledge is... || patrick + aurelia

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“This is true.  But it wouldn’t be such a mystery if they allowed their minds to open a little bit.”  Aurelia tilted her head when he laughed, though she could tell there was nothing malicious about it.  “But why?  They get to learn.  There is nothing that they can’t do in school, especially in a college, so I hear.  They have classes on everything one could possibly be interested in.  Besides magic.”  She realized that she sounded slightly petulant, like a child who wasn’t being given the exact answer that she wanted.  She coughed in embarrassment.

Aurelia pointed to the list.  “It sounds like a good subject for a vampire to teach, then.  All due respect.  Is your class on here?”  She liked art just as much as the next person, but she didn’t know much apart from what looked pretty.  “I didn’t know that art was particularly important to history.  I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know, da?  The hows or whys.  Just that it was.”  Aurelia mussed her already wild hair self-consciously.  “Does that sound stupid?”

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“You’re quite right...but I’ve lived long enough to know the chances of that are minimal.” He chuckled at her impassioned answer. It was clear she was bright, not afraid to defend an opinion. And Patrick admired that. “Grass is greener. If you’d grown up in schools like this all your life you’d probable be blaise about them too.”

He nodded, finger moving across the board to rest on his course information. “This is me. One hour long lecture at 11pm, four nights a week. And another at 2am three nights a week.” Smiling kindly, Patrick shook his head. “That doesn’t sound stupid at all. There are many layers to knowledge, and being able to identify a hole in yours shows introspective awareness and marked intelligence.”

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All Night

[xxbeautifullybrokenxx]

Arashi watched as Patrick paid for their order, his ash eyes moving up after a moment to rest on the vampire’s face, giving him a soft smile as they received the drinks. “Thank you,” he said softly before moving to take a seat. “I’m sure. Everything gets better with time. And yes. I have a job. Easy little thing. I’m an assistant to this lawyer I met in town.” At the mention of him not staying the boy bit his bottom lip lightly. “I’m sorry to hear that. I would have really loved seeing you about here.”

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“Assistant to a lawyer? I hope it pays well,” he murmured with interest. From what he knew those jobs could be high maintenance and demanding, but then...Arashi had always had an oddly calming atmosphere about him. He was adaptable, and Patrick fully believed the witch would excel at any task he put his mind to. Shrugging off the pout in his companion’s tone he shrugged. “We’ll see how it goes. My fledgling seems to like it here, and I am hesitant to uproot him again so soon. I have to weigh some things first before I decide.”