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| Treat Sweetly the Demons; Incubus RP | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 12 2008, 05:04 PM (5,896 Views) | |
| Cookie Dough | Oct 1 2008, 03:19 PM Post #76 |
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Death to Babies
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((Lol, I'm basing that on New York. It was scary how many little kids were out at 4am... But yeah, in most places no....)) "One of you take everything he has, then. No money, we'll take your clothes, since you say you have no money..." A window opened a few stories up and a black-haired woman poked her head out the window. "Shut the hell up down there or I'll call the cops!" She sighed and threw a hammer at them which ended up just hitting Mellion because everyone else was able to move. The one with the gun smirked, "City people..." Another one of the men walked over with a large trashbag, "In here, everything." |
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| Erandir | Oct 1 2008, 10:43 PM Post #77 |
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Mellion tried as best he could to get out of the path of the falling hardware, but with the gun still dangerously close he didn't risk to much. The hammer hit his shoulder, causing the incubus to cry out in pain and reach with his good arm to grasp onto it. His body was tough, it was made to withstand a lot, but the sudden sharp blow appeared to have dislocated his shoulder. Now there really was no way he was going to get out of this. He could not run at all in this condition. Even if he managed to get the joint back in place on his own, something he knew from experience was possible, it would still ache too much for him to be able to do anything effective. "Ah, please," he was not above begging. "My clothes aren't worth anything. And I need them for work." |
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| Cookie Dough | Oct 1 2008, 11:23 PM Post #78 |
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"Shut up, I know you have money!" He hit Mellion's sholder. He then sneezed and grabbed a feather off his own sholder. "What the hell?" "Howdy!" There was a shadow of a man with huge wings, his eyes flashing. "I think you should let him go." Everyone turned and shot at him. He screeched angrily and dodged the attacks easily. "Out of bullets I see." He swooped down lightning-quick and knocked them all off their feet before they all ran away as fast as they could. Troy landed in front of Mellion and folded his wings again, "I was sleeping, until I heard all this yelling, glad it woke me up, are you okay?" He didn't seem overly concerned or anything. "Since I'm already up, where do you live?" He smirked, attempting to be nicer. "And- um, I'm sorry about my attitude, I don't talk to people much... So, maybe we could start over?" |
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| Erandir | Oct 1 2008, 11:42 PM Post #79 |
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Mellion looked up as Troy's shadow appeared over him. As the man descended to fend off the incubus' attackers the dancer sank down to his knees. His bag fell to the ground as he held his wounded shoulder. He looked up again when Troy spoke to him. "My shoulder is dislocated," he said, voice laced with pain. At moment he did not notice that the man was trying to be nicer to him. He had more important things on his mind. If the dislocation was really bad it might injure his arm permanently and then he might not be able to dance anymore. "Can you help me get it back in?" |
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| Cookie Dough | Oct 2 2008, 12:19 AM Post #80 |
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Troy quickly knelt beside him and grabbed his arm gently. "This'll hurt.... A lot," He swiveled the arm and disgnally fit the sholder back into its socket in one smooth, but probably very painful motion. "You probably should not use it for a day or so, just to prevent damage." He picked up Mellion's bag and pulled Mellion to his feet, "Get up now, show me where you live." |
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| Erandir | Oct 2 2008, 09:17 PM Post #81 |
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The dancer was unable to keep from crying out in pain again as the limb was roughly put back in place. It still ached even after it was fixed, and he knew it would for quite a while. He could not afford to go two days without moving it, though. He had to dance the next night as well. "It's just a couple block down..." the incubus said as Troy pulled him to his feet. He really felt like crap now; not only was he starving, but he was in physical pain as well. And the day had started out so well. Where had it gone wrong? |
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| Cookie Dough | Oct 2 2008, 11:32 PM Post #82 |
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Troy sighed, "Hrmm..." He picked up Mellion and slung the bag over his sholder. It was easy to see Mellion was no weight on Troy's arms. Troy held him in one arm for a moment and adjusted his 'vest' before walking to the building. He readjusted Mellion so he more comftorable before stopping in the front. "Which room, what story?" He was bright red and he kept looking away from Mellion, embarrassed about carrying him. "Come on, I need some sleep!" Troy's wings twitched with his irritation. |
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| Erandir | Oct 2 2008, 11:50 PM Post #83 |
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The dancer let out a surprised squeak as he was suddenly picked up. He was surprised by the ease with which the man was able to carry him. Mellion was not very big, true, but he wasn't weightless. "I can walk perfectly fine, you know," the demon commented when they reached his building. It was his arm that had been injured, not his legs. "If you want to go home that badly you can put me down, I'll get myself upstairs." |
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| Cookie Dough | Oct 3 2008, 12:00 AM Post #84 |
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"You can't move easily because it makes your arm move. Besides, you were waking up everyone, crying like that. You can't even get down a couple blocks without running into trouble. I'm scheduling you off tomorrow too, no injuries while dancing, the company gets held liable if you hurt yourself. I'm fine, I don't sleep well anyway, truthfully I just happened to wake up and I heard you cry out, lucky I did too. So, which room are you?I've already carried you here, you're not heavy to me, I can lift up to a thousand times my own body weight, I'm like an ant!" He smirked, "I still would like to get home though..." |
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| Erandir | Oct 3 2008, 12:53 AM Post #85 |
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"It's not like I've never dislocated my arm before; I know how to deal with it," the demon muttered. "And I wasn't crying. It hurts when you get hit with iron things thrown from thirty feet in the air. And you weren't exactly gentle putting it back. "I would like to walk up to my apartment on my own, if you don't mind. Think of it as a matter of pride if you can't understand anything else. Now put me down." |
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| Cookie Dough | Oct 3 2008, 01:17 AM Post #86 |
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"I don't trust you... But okay, and I put the socket back in so harsh so it'll heal faster, I was a doctor for 20 years, I would know!" His throat vibrated and a small croon came from his slightly open mouth as he set Mellion down and a bird landed on his outstretched finger. A series of croons and quiet whistles followed, the bird crooned and tweeted back a few times before flying back up to the rafters were it had a home. "Pretty nice being able to talk to birds. He'll tell me if you hurt yourself, or if you try to come to work. I'm not gonna get fired over you and your hunger..." He smirked at the fact he was so much taller and Mellion had to practically look straight up to see him eye to eye. "Take care of yourself..." He checked and then spread his massive wings, flying into the air, leaving two or three feathers behind, which then burst into flame and turned to ash. His wingspan was actually probably two cars each wing, but they were a little slender for wings, so that was probably to even it all out so he could fly with them. The bird in the rafter watched Mellion with one beady little sparrow eyeball and tweeted before puffing up and checking down on him again. |
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| Erandir | Oct 3 2008, 01:22 AM Post #87 |
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Mellion glared up at the man. Usually he didn't mind being so much shorter than most men these days, but right now he really wished he weren't so much smaller than Troy. It was hard to be threatening when you stood an entire head shorter than someone. After Troy had left he looked over at the little bird sitting in the rafters above him. "If I have to wait for this stupid shoulder to heal before I get laid again I'll die," he told it, "If you tell Troy about it I'll step on you." And with that he started up the stairs and returned to his apartment for the night. |
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| Cookie Dough | Oct 3 2008, 07:56 AM Post #88 |
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The little bird cheeped angrily and flew off to tell Troy. ----------- "That's okay, he is very stubborn isn't he?" Troy sighed at the bird and petted his head. "If only I got along as well with people as I did with birds..." The bird cheeped happily at him and flew out his window. Midday, 12pm Troy woke up and quickly brushed his hair before going downstairs, luckily he wasn't late and the dancers weren't even here yet. So how do I get Mellion to stay from dancing? I could tell one of the other dancers to sleep with him! No no, that wouldn't work... I got it, I'll let him hang out with all those married rich guys, he likes one night stands only, right? That'd be perfect! So Troy ran off to go make some arrangements. |
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| Erandir | Oct 3 2008, 04:06 PM Post #89 |
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Mellion slept the rest of the morning with an ice pack tapped to his shoulder to be sure it did not swell or bruise. The last thing he needed right now was to have men turn him away because he was visibly injured. When he woke in the early afternoon the joint only ached a bit still, and it probably would for the next few days. When he tested it, the dancer found he could not raise his arm higher than forty-five degrees. Inconvenient, to be sure, but hopefully no one would notice. As evening approached the demon changed his clothes, with only a little difficulty, and grabbed his things. Bag slung over his uninjured shoulder he headed out of his building and onto the street. He wanted to show up to work even if they told him not to dance because of his injury. He could sit in the audience and find someone that way. |
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| Cookie Dough | Oct 3 2008, 05:20 PM Post #90 |
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Troy sat as his boss spoke calmly to him. "I realize this, Sir, but what do you want me to do about that? She wants to leave..." He sneezed and whiped his nose with a tissue. "Can you not think of a reason for her to stay? She is our most skilled dancer and singer." He slammed his fist angrily. "Sorry, Sir, I can't. I don't talk to her all that much, she usually doesn't like company regardless, she wants to leave, let her leave! We have good enough dancers and singers." Troy sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Not as good as her, try and persuade her, please?" He urged. "I did, she says she has to go and she did warn you she would leave fairly soon of arriving. What are you suppose to do about that?" Troy shrugged and stood, "The dancers are arriving, I have work to do..." "Alright, well, if you can try some more, please. Thankyou!" He called as Troy left to go assign show times and schedules to everyone as they piled into their dressing rooms. |
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