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{ 01 } how cheerfully he seems to grin how neatly spreads his claws

Heyyy, what's shakin', bacon?

...See, it's funny because you're food. Just a bunch of walking milkshakes.

[He snickers, a slightly unhinged little laugh, and it's clear that aside from the deathly pale skin and too-dark glint of his eyes there is something seriously Not Right about him. You may have seen him in the hallways earlier, he was skulking around for a few hours before deciding to post something.]

But anyway. I'm getting a very...Jason X vibe here. Maybe Alien: Resurrection. It's interesting. Kinda cool. Dark. I like it.

[Evil leans back in the chair, as relaxed as a tiger stalking its prey from afar, and smirks. Behind him you can see a room that looks almost stereotypically "nerdy teenage boy"; movie posters from just about every horror movie known to man paper the walls, interspersed with ones for various video games and the occasional map or hand-drawn attempt. The only thing that doesn't quite seem to fit is the large wooden crate stuck in the middle of the room.]

Chuckles, you out there? Because if this is some kind of fucked up newbie hunter joke I am so gonna kill you. And it's gonna be messy as fuck.

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Oh, I don't give a shit about that, this isn't King of the Mountain. I just call it how I see it.

...that and I'm hungry. [Considering he was 100% regenerated from dust a few hours ago? Not that surprising.]

They'll feed you.

...Yeah, so I've heard. Crap in a bag. Like that's even close to the real thing.

... it wouldn't be.

Might be able to find you someone who'll share the real thing.

[...Okay, and now he's curious. Have a head tilt.]

Oh yeah? Who? Thought that kind of thing was frowned upon here.

Might be, but a lot of people aren't worried about the rules here.

...how much you need? Depends on that.

[Think think think.]

I don't...Like...I dunno. A quart, I guess...?

[...Yes, he's confused, and making all the lost faces; people don't generally ask those things, he usually just...feeds. Until he's full. Without math.]

[ She looks away from the feed for a moment and draws in her bottom lip in thought. He's some hungry kid putting on a show to protect himself, but if she gives him too much, that might make trouble. ]

Could handle it, if you watch out. Couple more of your kind are here, and one of them...

[ The sentence goes unfinished, but the implication's clear. ]

[It is; he gets it. He nods.]

...I can stop, I'm not a fucking ghoul or anything.

[Not like some of his nestmates.]

Don't want to know what he'd do to you if you didn't.

...what's your name, anyway?

I'm Ed. [He dares you to say something about it, Lua. DARES.YOU.]

Which one's yours?

[ There's nothing to say. His name's Ed. ]

Don't know if you guys have the same stories we do, but how much you know about Count Dracula?

[For some reason people think vampires are supposed to have weird names; they were people too, they really don't.]

Which version? [A snicker; asking that's like asking what you know about werewolves or faeries, it really depends on the source you're going with.]

[ She looks a bit perturbed for a second, wondering if he's going where Richie went with the question. He probably is. ]

Not the one who turns into a werewolf, but there are a lot of them. Think the name says enough.

So...Stoker. Hairy palms, ultimate creeper, gaggle of brides to menace his realtor when he's not watching. Got it.

[ Even if that doesn't sound quite right ~~it's the palms okay Ed~~, that's not the conversation they need to be having right now. ]

...won't say anything to him if you don't use it to make trouble.

[ She won't say anything regardless. ]

[He shakes his head vigorously, and now he just sounds pleading and pathetic. It may be legitimate, it may only be a ploy to get his teeth in her veins, it's hard to say for sure.]

I won't, I swear. I just...I can't drink that shit they want me to. I can't.

Everyone goes for it after a while. [ So far as she knows. ] But this'll make it a little easier on you.

You want to come on over?

Yeah, sure; if it's alright with you. Where's your room?

[A beat; manners, Ed.]

And I never got your name.

Level four, end of the hall. I'm there right now.

And it's Lua.

See you in a few then, Lua. [Another beat, and he SOUNDS sincere, at least.] ...Thanks for this.

[And about ten or so minutes later there's a knock on the door.]

[ And she opens her door the thinnest of cracks before letting him in; she doesn't really get visitors but it's worth checking anyway. She's changed her blouse in the meantime, not really knowing how his kind does things, but it's not likely he'll notice. ]

...hi. You all right?

[ It's not like this is anything new. It's just blood, and it's probably not going to be a turn-on from some boy who barely knows what he's doing. ]

[He notices, in a kind of peripheral "you look a little different" kind of way, but he doesn't comment either way, just stands in the doorway awkwardly; he needs an invitation before he can cross the threshold, after all. But he puts on his best "poor me" act, smiling tightly and just generally doing his best to look lost and pathetic; shoulders slumped, smile hesitant, and the fact that he looks like death warmed over on a GOOD day certainly doesn't hurt.]

Yeah, I'm alright, I guess. You?

[ She beckons him inside as she peeks out into the hallway for anyone watching. Is she going to have to talk him through this? ]

[Nope! Ed's got the rest more than under control; he stalks inside and shuts the door behind him, fangs already out. He glances around the room once, briefly, somewhere between a predator cataloging what's important and a kid getting himself acquainted with a new place. Finally he returns his attention to her.]

You might want to sit down for this. Just in case.

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