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ataraxionlogs2013-05-31 08:52 pm
prodigalbrat) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-05-31 08:52 pm
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CHARACTERS: Henry Durham prodigalbrat and OPEN
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: Blood.
SUMMARY: Henry is one hungry, hungry vampire.
NOTES: No killing, promise!
[ So a vampire walks into a bar... and orders a drink, believe it or not. Henry cups a glass of beer at the bar, leaning forward on his elbows as he scans the bar from the corners of his eyes. It's the essential part of his camouflage: a mouth full of human teeth, the gaudy florescent lights of the bar hiding his pallor, and the beer that he'll never drink.
After the ordeal with the pirates, Henry's regressed back to having no self control whatsoever. He ate at least three of those pirates, and to go from a glut like that to nothing-- hunger's tearing his skin apart, all the heartbeat's of the ship pounding a steady rhythm in his head. God, he needs it-- the real stuff, not that crap in plastic bags. And if that means scouting out humans in a bar, seeing who'd be good to take a tiny nip from?
Well, it's worth the risk. ]
prodigalbrat and OPENLOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: Blood.
SUMMARY: Henry is one hungry, hungry vampire.
NOTES: No killing, promise!
[ So a vampire walks into a bar... and orders a drink, believe it or not. Henry cups a glass of beer at the bar, leaning forward on his elbows as he scans the bar from the corners of his eyes. It's the essential part of his camouflage: a mouth full of human teeth, the gaudy florescent lights of the bar hiding his pallor, and the beer that he'll never drink.
After the ordeal with the pirates, Henry's regressed back to having no self control whatsoever. He ate at least three of those pirates, and to go from a glut like that to nothing-- hunger's tearing his skin apart, all the heartbeat's of the ship pounding a steady rhythm in his head. God, he needs it-- the real stuff, not that crap in plastic bags. And if that means scouting out humans in a bar, seeing who'd be good to take a tiny nip from?
Well, it's worth the risk. ]
c:
(maybe henry's even seen him around and knows what he is. maybe not.)
after a few moments, he catches the vampire's gaze and smiles, slow and sensual and promising. there's something inexplicably charming about him, even if he isn't really one's type.
he slides off his stool in a fluid gesture, slipping closer, until he's leaning on the bar next to the other man. ] .. Hey. [ he's oh-so-carefully not touching him, but-- it's a struggle for finch. he's starving. all he wants to do is just grab someone, but he's promised, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for himself down the road. ]