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( open log ) who's that creepin in the shadows
WHO: Conrad Achenleck and YOU!
WHAT: Scoping out the town, now that it's dark outside.
WHEN: Day 46, nighttime.
WHERE: ERRYWHERE
WARNINGS: Conrad's mouth, will be updated if necessary.
It's been a really, really long day-slash-night-slash-day. Between Hanna's crazy "let's just walk straight into danger" plan, getting attacked by Robocop the Vampire Slayer, waking up in somebody's attic and getting cornered into telling strangers about his condition, Conrad feels like he's going to drop. Not that he can physically feel tired, but mentally, it's a lot to take in at such a nonstop pace. On top of all that, waiting in that unfurnished, dusty attic for the sun to go down without anything to do to occupy himself has been torture.
The sun does go down eventually, though, and as soon as it does, Conrad's headache seems to lessen. He creeps downstairs - not investigating the house too fully, lest he run into his broom-zealous buddy again - and quickly checks out the kitchen and living room - ugh, so not a fan of the basic decor - before heading outside and getting hit with the smell of sea air. Yyyyikes.
He'll be spending the evening like this: hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched up even though he's not cold, wandering the streets and investigating public buildings, maybe talking to himself a little. It distracts from his hunger, anyway; as usual, his sense of smell has amped up - as if he needs help finding food, ugh - but he's saving that last bit of blood until he's found a replacement. Logical action, Conrad.
He's also looking for any sign of a way out, but, well. That's a given.
WHAT: Scoping out the town, now that it's dark outside.
WHEN: Day 46, nighttime.
WHERE: ERRYWHERE
WARNINGS: Conrad's mouth, will be updated if necessary.
It's been a really, really long day-slash-night-slash-day. Between Hanna's crazy "let's just walk straight into danger" plan, getting attacked by Robocop the Vampire Slayer, waking up in somebody's attic and getting cornered into telling strangers about his condition, Conrad feels like he's going to drop. Not that he can physically feel tired, but mentally, it's a lot to take in at such a nonstop pace. On top of all that, waiting in that unfurnished, dusty attic for the sun to go down without anything to do to occupy himself has been torture.
The sun does go down eventually, though, and as soon as it does, Conrad's headache seems to lessen. He creeps downstairs - not investigating the house too fully, lest he run into his broom-zealous buddy again - and quickly checks out the kitchen and living room - ugh, so not a fan of the basic decor - before heading outside and getting hit with the smell of sea air. Yyyyikes.
He'll be spending the evening like this: hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched up even though he's not cold, wandering the streets and investigating public buildings, maybe talking to himself a little. It distracts from his hunger, anyway; as usual, his sense of smell has amped up - as if he needs help finding food, ugh - but he's saving that last bit of blood until he's found a replacement. Logical action, Conrad.
He's also looking for any sign of a way out, but, well. That's a given.
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Yeah, it's hypocritical as fuck. Yeah, he's kickin' himself for it internally. Yeah... he should back the fuck off. Ghoul shakes his head, holding a hand up in the air. Stop, just stop everything. "I take it back. You smoke?" A much easier question. He's not sure what he should expect by way of an answer.
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"No." Conrad says, with an exaggerated scoff and a roll of his eyes. "Not that I'm worried about dying of fucking lung cancer, 'cos guess what? I'm already dead!" He throws his hands up. "But you probably guessed that, didn't you? Since you've probably also sussed out that I'm a vampire, hence the wink wink, nudge fucking nudge -- mmngh, what's the deal, do I have to say it?! Vampire, I'm a vampire, and no, I absolutely do not want to bite you, or anyone, don't fucking ask, so help me god!"
Well. There's that.
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There's a vampire standing in front of him. A real life, genuine, motherfuckin' vampire.
Slowly, veeeeery slowly, the smile returns. Small at first, definitely awed, then it's back to a full blown grin.
"No shit. For real? I fuckin' knew it. That's great, man! That's just ... holy shit, that's--." Probably not as fun as it seems, the way Conrad's freaking the hell out. But then again, he seems the kinda guy that freaks out no matter what's going on. Ghoul lowers his hand, holding it between them. A peace offering. Shake on it. That's all he wanted to know. If Conrad had been faking that weird shit, it'd be a completely different story.
"Didn't mean t'set you off like that."
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"Auuugh." Conrad turns on his heel and almost sits down on the edge of the fountain before he remembers that there was just a body in there. The moment of movement gives him time to cool down a little, though, so when he turns again, he puts his hands on his hips and looks down. Then, finally, he hesitantly reaches out to shake that hand. Loosely.
"Yeah."