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Post by ian on Sept 20, 2011 20:37:11 GMT -6
If there was only one thing Ian loved more than being himself, it was making shit explode. He had been doing it since he was old enough to snap his fingers and understand the beauty-- the art that came from an enormous explosion. It didn't even matter if he caused it or not, it was just that he had always been mesmerized by the orange flames and the flying pieces of building that came from it. It was truly a sight to behold. It was unfortunate that it was technically illegal to blow up stuff without the right permission and forms.. But who needed that shit, when you've got a whiskey bottle in one hand, and an ability that allowed you to make these wonderfully chaotic things happen? But even with these tools, it was a shame. Not too many people understood the art! No, the fun that was behind these explosions. Ian did, obviously. And in his young life, only one other person had. And he hadn't seen her since well.. He was inducted into the Navy.
It's not like he had wanted to, but after the last stunt they had pulled together, causing a few people to actually die and again, embarrassing their families.. Ian had never really felt bad about the incident itself, or the consequences of it, aside from being forced to join an organization that made his life as boring as fuck. No, it was because he had basically backed himself into a corner that he could only get out of by swinging left or right.. Be a good person, rise through the ranks and have an honourable discharge, which was clearly not his style. Or, desert and become a criminal. He wouldn't have minded the second one as much if he would still be getting his inheritance, but that was obviously not the case. If that had been the situation, he would've never have agreed to such a stupid deal. He worked for the Navy and stayed, he would continue to get the money his name promised him. The blonde vampire groaned at the thought. His folks were dumber than he had originally thought. Shouldn't they have figured it out by now? He wasn't ever going to "straighten out" like his father, grandfather, etc. had. He wasn't like them. Unlike them, he had personality.
His childhood friend and former partner-in-crime, Casey Harvent had disappeared right after the last incident. She hadn't even bothered to say goodbye to him, which had pissed him off sincerely. They had known each other their entire lives. Then they get in real hot water, and she bailed. Had her punishment really been that severe? Ian had known her parents. They were a lot like his own folks, except they kept Casey on a lot longer leash, surprisingly enough. Or maybe she was just sick of all of the aristocracy and got out when she saw the opportunity? But again, why hadn't she bothered to tell him? He could keep a secret. Hell, he knew plenty of her's already. Like how she had stopped growing at age 12, or how she used to have the biggest crush on his older brother, Stephen. [who unfortunately, suffers from lack of personality-isis as well, according to Ian.] Or even who her first kiss was with. They had experienced most of these things as a duo.. From the day they had been born, man.
Today marked the hundredth year the person he had held dearest in his life had disappeared. Casey Harvent. The only person that he could honestly say he had ever had a crush on. The one person who he could share a bottle of good booze with and use the shitty stuff for explosions. She was gone, for what Ian assumed to be for good. Saddened a little by this, he had somewhat moved on. He had many hot chicks he could call on for a booty call anytime he pleased, had some people he could drink with after doing nothing constructive all day. It was just depressing that NONE of them could do half of the partying the midget vampire princess could do. She was something else, to say the least.
Ian skulked through the streets of Romygor, a well known pirate town. He was out of the uniform he almost never wore anyway. Wearing black jeans, a white wifebeater that showed off much of his abs and the tattoo sleeves that consumed both of his muscular arms, he pulled out his favoured red framed glasses for this evening. He blinked, letting his hazel eyes adjust to the crispness that the glasses brought. He wished he had gotten glasses earlier on in life-- it would've solved a lot of problems he had as a child. He sighed, taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey, seeing an old, run-down chapel on the next block. The blonde vampire smirked deviously, raising up his hand dramatically, before snapping his fingers. Within a second or so, the building was blown to a tiny million pieces. Ian chuckled half-heartedly, taking another drink from the bottle. Heh. Not bad, for such shitty building material.
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notes: ..why do i play characters with egos so well? >>
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Post by casey on Sept 29, 2011 22:58:00 GMT -6
 Casey Harvent had never once regretted running away.
She’d never liked the responsibility that came with being royalty. Sure, the power was fun. Nothing quite like lording it over the servants to start a day off right. She’d even sometimes liked the clothes she’d been forced into on “special occasions”. Some of those gowns had made her look even more drop-dead gorgeous than she normally did, and that was saying something. And getting someone else to clean up her messes and deal with stupid shit for her was pretty great, too.
But it just wasn’t worth it. The company sucked; for every remotely interesting person she’d run into (that was “of her station” anyway), there were at least twenty stodgy, obnoxious old people who wanted to make “civilized conversation” with the vampire princess. And she had to be polite to them, no matter how boring-ass they were. Gag. Plus, every time her parents caught her getting into trouble or messing around with the servant kids, they gave her the same lame-ass, sanctimonious lecture about being responsible and proper. Somehow, even after twenty years of non-stop troublemaking, they still hadn’t gotten it through their thick skulls that she didn’t want their stupid responsibility. The perks just weren’t worth it. So she’d up and left, and she’d never looked back.
The only thing – person, really – that she missed from living at the palace was her best friend and secret crush, Ian Beaumont. The son of a noble family, he’d been pretty much the only friend her parents had “approved” of. He was about her age and even though he’d been hilariously disproportionate when they were little, her last memory of him was as a smoking hot hunk of man (not that she’d ever told him she thought of him that way). They’d been friends for Casey’s entire life. Practically inseparable. They’d gotten up to so many shenanigans together.
But, right before she took off, they’d gotten into huge trouble together. Ian’s parents had press-ganged him into the Navy as a result, in an attempt to get him to straighten out (a concept which still made Casey snort to think about). Casey’s parents had been a bit more extreme, basically swearing that not only would she never see Ian again, but that they would curb all of her other freedoms in order to try and shape her into a proper princess.
Naturally, Casey had decided to fuck that shit and get out while she still could. So she’d gotten out. And the only part of her old life that she really missed was Ian. It just wasn’t the same without someone else to share the fun with. Noah had been fun, but he’d never quite found the same enjoyment in mayhem that Casey did. He’d been too good of a person to enjoy destruction.
She shook off her nostalgic feelings as she dropped the limp, unconscious body of her dinner, leaving the man on the alley floor to sleep it off. He’d be okay. Casey wasn’t in the habit of killing her meals – that was another thing that had changed in the century since she’d run away. They used to kill their prey when she lived in the palace (noble privilege or some shit like that), but that just seemed stupid and wasteful. At least to Casey. So she didn’t usually kill when she fed. Her victims got off with a bit of weakness and a pounding headache, but they lived. Didn’t keep them from coming after her sometimes, though. The three silver scars on her stomach were testament to that.
Stepping over the man’s limp form, Casey headed out into the street again, wiping the blood from her mouth on the back of her hand and licking it off. She’d managed not to get any on her shirt, she realized rather proudly. That took real skill. She sighed, lacing her fingers together behind her head as she wandered down the street. She was bored. What to do? Maybe she should blow some shit up. That was always good for a laugh.
But then someone beat her to the punch. A nearby building, an old chapel or some such shit by the look of it, suddenly blew sky high. Casey couldn’t help but laugh, clapping a few times for the unknown saboteur. It was a very nice explosion. Nothing quite like a good boom to make a night more interesting.
A squad of Navy men came barreling around the corner, angry looks on their faces. They immediately zeroed in on the laughing girl. ”Hey, you!” one of them shouted, ”Did you set that off?”
Casey gave him an amused smirk. ”Nope, wasn’t me,” she said, giving him a mock innocent look. ”I was just admiring the pretty fire~.”
The men exchanged glances, then eyed her again. ”Pretty suspicious,” one of them said slowly.
The vampire rolled her eyes at them, dropping her half-assed attempt at civility. ”Try not to be dense, dipshits. If I’d set it, you really think I’d just stand here in the open watching it? How stupid would that be?” She tsked. ”Piss poor detective work if you ask me.” She turned her attention back to the fire, ignoring the men’s suspicious looks. Screw them. If they thought they could take her in, they’d be in for a nasty surprise.
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Post by ian on Nov 2, 2011 17:54:25 GMT -6
The explosion had been beautiful, though it seemed that not too many people agreed with the young vampire. Ian had joined a group of shocked civilians at the site of the explosion. It must've been an important building to many of the locals, as many of them were either crying, about to or just plain furious. The old people especially were upset, though the expressions they wore varied. Ian had taken a spot next to a few women who were physically, several decades his senior. He could smell that they were human, so he was still much older. One of them was using her friend's shoulder to cry on, going on how she had so many memories at the place, like how she and her kids were all married in the place. Neither of the women seemed to notice the kid next to them, as if they had, they'd be disgusted. Ian had a small grin spread across his face, obviously proud of his work.
Several minutes passed by, and Ian was growing tired of this already. He could feel the power being restored to him as much as it could without feeding. The vampire licked his lips in pleasure, swirling the whiskey bottle around. He could really go for something to eat right now. It always seemed to stunt his grumpiness or depression. He'd just have to wait awhile until the crowd started to clear from the burned chapel and pick someone who was vulnerable. Unlike Casey, Ian hadn't ever stopped killing his victims. He wasn't really interested in the killing part. Sure, that may have been the case a hundred years ago, but eh. It was just more favours he had to ask of some jackass in the Navy to help him cover up. And believe me, those favours add up pretty damn quickly. After awhile of waiting, the crowd began to disperse, and Ian quickly found an acceptable victim. A human female, mid thirties. The blonde wasn't a big fan of humans, as they didn't make it any fun to prey on. They were so weak! Ian often had a difficult time making sure their fucking neck didn't break when he was feeding off of them.
It took him to realize by the time he got out of his head, that everyone else had left. The blonde scowled slightly, taking the last drink of the whiskey bottle, before tossing it onto the already trashed site. The blonde vampire sighed, turning back to the direction he had come in. Maybe he could find a bar he hadn't already been kicked out of or could sneak back into. Yeah, that's what he'd do. It's not like he had anything better to do, aside from the mountain of work that was awaiting him at his desk on Monday morning. He could get a lot of stuff done if did that. Not to mention he could maybe even get ahead. Ian snorted and rolled his eyes. While he was at it, he could donate to charity, become a florist and visit his stuffy, old parents in that snooze fest they called a house.
Yeah. Yeah right.
He left the site, heading in pretty much any direction. It was pretty easy to find a bar in Romygor, and there wasn't a bouncer he couldn't trick or fight his way into a bar. He turned the corner, before picking up.. Ian's eyes widened in shock, racing off in the direction of said scent. It was her. She was here.. He knew it was her, as Casey Harvent's scent was truly one of a kind. A combination of some kind of pretty flower and good booze. The vampire froze, seeing that she wasn't alone. She was with Navymen, who were questioning her about the explosion. The moment their accusation was thrown the blonde midget's way, Ian knew it was time to put his benefits to his advantage. Doing this, he strolled up to the two Navymen, sliding his arms around their necks and smiling. He looked from one to the other, using his most convincing "official business" face. "Well hello, gentlemen. Lovely evening isn't it?" he paused for a moment, smirking slightly at the confused expression both men used. "My name is Captain Beaumont. I've been investigating a serial arsonist in the area for the past several weeks. I'm hot on his trail now, though I could use some help.. He seems to have slipped out of my line of sight, so I was wondering if you two could go scout out the area for me."
They still didn't look terribly convinced, so Ian decided to throw them an extra bone. "I'll even throw in a good word or two for the both of you. ~" he mused, moving his arms off of them. They were gone by the time Ian could turn his head to look at his estranged friend. A big smirk was spread across his face. "I do love to lie. ~"
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notes: sorry it took so long. >_<;;
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Post by casey on Nov 13, 2011 4:11:28 GMT -6
As the fire wound down, running out of fuel more quickly than Casey would have thought (damn old buildings always burned so fast – something about the wood being extra dry or some shit like that, so she’d heard), the vampire princess gradually became aware of the hushed conversation still going on between the two Navy men. They were debating whether or not to believe her, or if they should drag her in whether they thought she’d actually done it or not since she’d mouthed off to them. Casey smirked and rolled her eyes. Touchy, touchy. Why was it that so-called ‘authority figures’ always got their panties in a twist whenever they didn’t get their proper ‘respect’? It was absurd. If you were really powerful, who cared if people respected you? You could do whatever you damn well pleased. Like, for example, if these two lovely gentlemen decided to press the point, they would find themselves waking up in a couple of hours and, if they were lucky, she wouldn’t have beaten them up too much.
She nibbled on the end of one finger absently as the last of the fire smoldered slowly away. It had been entertaining while it lasted, but what to do now? Even if she had to deal with the Navy men, that wouldn’t take up much time, and then she’d be bored again. Barhopping hadn’t been all that interesting to her lately; all the bars in this town were the same. Maybe it was time she moved on again. She spent a lot of time going from town to town, doing the circuit of all the halfway decent bars in a place (and a few slumholes, just for fun) and then moving on. This town was getting boring again.
Then every thought in Casey’s head stopped dead as a familiar scent caught her attention. She knew it instantly, even though it had been a hundred years since the last time she had smelled it. She’d never been able to find something that smelled quite the same, or felt as much like home. Her entire childhood flashed through her mind in an instant, something she hadn’t let happen since she’d run away, in case she weakened and went back to the life she hated.
Ian. Ian was nearby. Casey barely had to look around before she spotted him out of the corner of her eye, rounding a corner on the other side of the Navy men from her. The men, noticing that she seemed to be looking their way, promptly began firing questions and accusations at her again, but Casey ignored them. Her bright blue eyes watched Ian as he sauntered over to them, taking the hapless duo of Navy men by surprise as he threw his arms around their shoulders casually. Casey still couldn’t reconcile the thought of her troublemaking partner being a part of a fun-sucking organization like the Navy.
She grinned as she made the connection in her head between Ian and the explosion of a few minutes ago. That had always been one of their favorite things to do when they were little; Casey had been a pyromaniac from day one, and considering Ian’s power to make things explode at will, well… God forbid the vampire duo ever got bored. Some shit would inevitably end up in flames. Seemed like the Navy hadn’t straightened him out as much as his parents had thought it would. Good – it would have been a major disappointment to run into him and find out he had become exactly the kind of person Casey hated.
Casey easily could have pulled the “I’m a princess, go fuck yourselves” card on the two Navy men, but it was far more fun to watch Ian deal with it in his usual tricky way. Even after all these years, she could still tell when he was lying. He got that look in his eye, that telling little twitch at the corner of his mouth that turned it from a regular grin into a shit-eating smirk as whoever it was bought into his lie. Casey had never been a good liar. That was always Ian’s thing.
He looked pretty much the same as he had when she’d run away. Vampires didn’t really age much physically once they were grown, unless they were too stupid to take care of themselves properly. Casey smirked to herself, eying him up and down. He was definitely just as hot as she remembered, if not more so.
She grinned as the two men scurried off on Ian’s fake errand, obviously eager to gain the recommendation he had hinted at. Class A suckers, those two, but then again she’d already figured that out. ”You always did,” she agreed, twirling a bit of her long blonde hair around one finger. ”I always liked the fire bit better. Speaking of which – nice one~.” She smirked and tilted her head towards the ruins of the nearby building. ”A church. Very classy.”
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Post by ian on Jan 11, 2012 22:58:41 GMT -6
He couldn't believe it was her. After all of these years, he'd found her. Casey Harvent, as previously mentioned. His partner-in-crime, his best friend and only girl he had ever known that could be impressed with explosions. Which is why when she complemented his choice in a church, the blonde could only smile broadly. He bowed dramatically, using the fancy hand gestures and everything. "Why thank you. I'd like to think I've moved on from such.. small game like schools or even hospitals. Too cliche! Overdone." he laughed a little at the end of his own sentence. He always got such a giddy feeling when it came to blowing shit up. He could never decide which part of explosions he liked better- the explosion itself or the fire and flaming pieces of building that would go flying afterwords. Both were equally entertaining and struck panic into the hearts of the witnesses of his amazing explosions. Ian never understood why anyone would panic at the sight of an explosions. They were beautiful and so full of energy!
A frown soon fell upon his face when he remembered Casey, who was standing right in front of him. How could she just have left him hanging like that? By himself, the target of their parents tyranny? He had always known that Casey was a runner, but.. It had felt like he had been stabbed in the back. Like, she didn't care about him and hightailed the hell out of there to avoid getting in trouble. Hang him out to dry, if you caught his meaning. He had thought their friendship had been much stronger than that. What could he say to her? Just pretend like that had never happened? That wasn't like her, though. She was stubborn and often blunt as hell. He wouldn't put it past her if she either never mentioned it or mentioned it in the next few seconds, as if it were no big deal. He wanted it to be the latter. He was desperate to know why she had just bailed on him like that. And no matter what her answer was, he would most likely proceed to go to a bar with her, much like they did when they had been much younger.
Oh, how those had been the days! Of flirting with anything that moved and drank enough to run the place out of business for the evening. It brought a brief smile to the blonde's face, reminiscing childhood memories that involved Casey. A few awkward seconds later, Ian had to ask. "What the hell happened to you, Casey? You just bailed on me and I never heard from you again." he commented sadly, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Did something happen to you or did you just leave?" He looked at the blonder woman, who despite the look she was giving him, was more attractive than ever. Her body had matured even more since the last time he had seen her. Definitely grown into her still, tiny body. Her boobs had hopped at least a size, so there was that. Ian didn't mind her being short, as it gave him burn fuel against her. She had always insisted that he was her bitch.
..but he was still taller, so suck it blonder.
She was wearing skimpy clothes, still. Flaunted the good parts on her, which was coincidentally all of it. And again, those boobs. Hot. Damn man, those tits were killer. Seriously. Ian ran his fingers through his hair, imagining her as any guy would when he was confronted with an incredibly hot chick. He was sure that he was somewhere near her league, like he always had been. It was easy to admit that she would make any man stupid. And if that were true, Ian was probably the biggest moron on the face of the earth. It was funny, how dumbshit like that happened. His hazel eyes flickered to the shorter blonde woman, as if she were ready to speak.
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notes: meh. =3=
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Post by casey on Jan 19, 2012 1:00:46 GMT -6
Casey matched Ian grin for grin, planting a hand on her hip and shifting her weight into that hip. The pose had developed naturally over the course of the incredible amounts of flirting Casey had done for the past century, serving to accentuate the curves of her mini-sized body. She might be small, but she was by no means flat (though some people for some reason delighted in insisting that that were the case, despite Casey’s relatively well-endowed chest). Most men noticed her figure damn quick, though, which gratified her some. She wondered briefly if Ian noticed it. They had grown up together, true, but it wasn’t like Casey wasn’t sneaking a few ogles at Ian’s rather stupendous abs, which were at a convenient height, after all. If she could notice his looks, then he could notice hers, right? What man wouldn’t?
”Save that overdone shit for the movies,” she agreed aloud, smirking slightly at Ian’s mock-bow. Blowing up schools and hospitals was too easy. To blow up a church, on the other hand, was an excellent fuck you to those high and mighty types who condemned people like Ian and Casey. They all had such big sticks shoved up their asses that they couldn’t even have a little fun blowing shit up, or even drink. Casey snorted inwardly. She could almost feel sorry for them, if it weren’t for the fact that many of them had attacked her in the past. Fucking angels.
A glance up at Ian’s face revealed a slowly growing frown. Casey’s own smirk faded as she realized what it was he was probably thinking about. They hadn’t seen each other in a hundred years, after all, and it was pretty much entirely Casey’s fault. Not that she would have seen him much if she’d hung around, considering her parents’ plans for her, but he probably didn’t know that. All Ian probably knew was that she’d disappeared one day, avoiding the people her parents sent after her to bring her home, and now here they were. And he was in the Navy, of all places. Something told her that hadn’t been Ian’s choice; he wasn’t the type to enroll in something with so many rules and restrictions on what he could and couldn’t do. It just wasn’t him. Maybe it had been his parents’ reaction to the stunt they had pulled that had resulted in Casey’s escape, to force him into the Navy. She wouldn’t put it past them, the twats.
Her first instinct was to go ahead and broach the subject herself, get it out of the way quick so they could move on to the more fun parts of their friendship. But before she even opened her mouth, she realized she wasn’t sure what she could say. It didn’t feel right to just blow it off like it was nothing. One way or the other, whoever’s fault it was, at the end of the day she’d basically abandoned him to their asshole parents. Even Casey had to admit to herself that he probably deserved a better explanation for that.
Then, before she could come up with something to break the awkward silence that had descended, he went ahead and asked the question she’d known he would. Casey sighed and raked a bit of her long blonde hair over her shoulder, running her fingers through it absently. This was way harder than it should be, coming up with some way to excuse herself. She hadn’t felt guilty about it before… but then, she hadn’t had to face the only person she really cared about since then.
Finally, Casey looked up at him, bright, electric blue eyes meeting his hazel ones. ”Both. My parents were royally pissed off. They were basically gonna shackle me to the wall until I ‘shaped up’ and ‘acted like a proper princess’.” She rolled her eyes as she quoted her parents, imitating her mother’s posh tones and her father’s deep baritone. ”Wasn’t much I could do to stop ‘em, so I ran.” She folded her arms; this next part was more or less an excuse. A good one, but Casey Harvent didn’t excuse herself to anyone.
… Except Ian. She took a breath and forged onward. ”I headed for your house, ‘cause I figured your parents would be freaking the fuck out, too, but they had the place surrounded with guards when I got there. Nowadays, I could take ‘em,” she boasted, then shook her head. ”But then? I didn’t stand a chance. It was either leave or get dragged home kicking and screaming.” She shrugged. ”So I left.” It was as simple as that. Her tone had turned slightly apologetic near the end there, as close as she was likely to get to saying ‘sorry’ for leaving him behind.
She waited a moment, then flipped her hair back behind her shoulders and grinned at him. On anyone else it would have been a tentative grin, but Casey was as confident and assured as ever. ”So, now that’s out of the way. Up for a beer?”
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