Post by Voltaire Van Craven on Nov 29, 2010 17:24:34 GMT -5
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Voltaire Van Craven
[/color][/i]Voltaire Van Craven
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" I never give up. I do it for the victims who had no choice. I do it for the weak who cannot fight"[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : Remz
~ how did you find us?: Sloane
~i also play: Paola Guadalupe Rodriguez, Weston Pierce Allred, Larcan Padraig O'Callaghan
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~ my name is : Voltaire Van Craven
~ call me : Voltaire, but my companions call me Volt
~ i am : I look like I'm 30 but I'm actually 210 years old
~ born on : 28th of November 1800
~ my twin : Christian Bale
~ gender : male
~ i like : women
~ species : Vampire
~ type : Vegetarian with a twist
~ animal form :
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~ about me : Voltaire hates that he is a vampire, except on the rare occasion he finds a way to use his skills for good. He hates feeling like a cursed being, a lost soul. Voltaire is a guy who loves strategy. He loves planning things out and figuring just how everything will play out. He doesn't like surprises and always prefers to be a step ahead of everyone else. He is a natural born leader that sticks to his guns. Voltaire doesn't make promises unless he knows he can commit himself to them. Voltaire may seem rough around the edges, often he comes out as intimidating, loud and angry but behind all that is a guy with a big heart. He has a deep love for humanity. He wishes he could return to his human life and die to meet his maker. Now he is a wandering soul unable to find rest and peace in a world full of unnecessary violence, hate and wild vampires (killing without precautions, regret, or heart).
Voltaire has made it his mission in life to stand up to wild vampires. He doesn't like them one bit. They have become monsters, letting the curse overcome them and eat away the heart and the men they once were. Voltaire is positive anyone can learn to become a vegetarian vampire if only they dedicate themselves rather than letting the thirst rule them. He may be a cursed man but he doesn't think others should suffer because of his weakness or anyone else's. If you are a wild vampire you better watch your back.
~ my family :
Bernard Van Craven, Deceased (at age 52), human, Father
Abigail Van Craven, Deceased (at age 60), human, Mother
Elisabeth Van Craven, Deceased (at age 54), human, Older Sister
Worden Van Craven, Unknown, was human, Older Twin Brother
Eliza Van Craven, Deceased (at age 55), human, Little Sister
Oliver Van Craven, Deceased (at age 24), human, Little Brother
Nicola Van Craven, Deceased (at age 62), human, Wife
Sarah Van Craven, Deceased (at age 59), human, Daughter
Margaret Van Craven, Deceased (at age 61), human, Daughter
Robert Van Craven, Deceased (at age 57), human, Son
Bradford Van Craven, Deceased (at age 10), human, Son
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color] Playing chess
[/li][li][/color] Fencing
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color] People who have lost their heart and love for humanity
[/li][li][/color] I hate that I am a vampire
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~ history :
Voltaire was born to parents Bernard Van Craven and Abigail Van Craven in the year 1800. He was raised in great city of New Castle. His father was a well off Bishop and his mother was a school teacher. He was the 3rd child of five (Elisabeth [2 years older], Worden [Older twin], Eliza [4 years younger], Oliver [6 years younger]). Voltaire grew up learning about God and religion as being a key element in life. Voltaire had strong religious convictions throughout his life. He knew there was a God and everything he did he was mindful of God. His mother was a school teacher and so he had a love for learning. He had a great mind and was always trying to attain more knowledge and become as wise as he possibly could. As a child Voltaire loved to romp around with Worden his twin brother. Worden was always a bit bigger and stronger than him but even so he could give him a good fight if their playing turned sour. Voltaire loved his older sister Elisabeth who was always a hard worker and got a job at a factory to be self-reliant. Voltaire was a good older brother to Eliza and Oliver who always looked up to him. He was always watching over his siblings. Sometimes his younger siblings got annoyed when he bossed them around but it was his way of loving them trying to make sure they weren’t getting into trouble.
Voltaire was a young man when he first met his future wife Nicola. He was studying at Oxford. His family wasn’t rich but they were well off and had many connections because of his father’s profession of bishop. It was these connections that set him up so he could go study and better himself in the world of academia. Nicola was the daughter of one of the professors. Voltaire had always been a charmer, known for his expressive eyes and smile that could light up a room. It take him long to impress Nicola. It did take him a bit longer to impress his professor as a suitor for his daughter. After Voltaire’s schooling he scored a job at Oxford as professor of theology which had become a passion of his. It was after acquiring this position that his old professor allowed him to take his daughter Nicola to wed.
Voltaire and Nicola had a very happy marriage. His father, Bernard wanted him to leave his job at Oxford and become a priest instead. Voltaire felt torn as he didn’t know what to do. After much debate he decided to remain a professor. He and Nicola had 3 beautiful children (Sarah, Margaret and Robert). Voltaire was so very in love with his wife. It was a dream come true that he was now married and able to raise a family of his own. When Voltaire was about 29 (1829) he received a letter from his father who had received a distressing letter from a priest out in a small village farther north. He wanted Voltaire to accompany him as he was an older man now. Voltaire agreed even though his wife was with child. Voltaire’s brothers Worden and Oliver also decided to travel with their father to investigate what the distressed priest had written was a series of curious and unexplainable deaths and disappearances that was putting the whole village into anarchy and chaos.
When the Van Craven family finally reached the village the priest greeted them with open arms. He told them the dreadful stories surrounding the mysterious deaths and disappearance. Many of them were very gruesome and hard to listen to. One early evening the Priest took them to the graveyard to try to find more clues to solve the puzzle. Later that night Voltaire came up with the idea that a werewolf was the reason behind all the madness. His brothers thought he had become nutty in the countryside but they went with him back to the graveyard so he could check something out again. It was there in the graveyard that something very unexpected happened. The brothers were holding lanterns as they were trying to see in the pitch black darkness of the night while Voltaire dug in the graves. It seemed a strong wind blew and the lights from all but one of the lanterns without. Oliver tripped and with a yelp he was gone. Voltaire crawled out of the grave as Worden began running towards the yelping of his little brother. When Voltaire and Worden found their brother he was dead, his blood spilling all over a small shed where shovels were kept. They were horrified; back to back they stood as their eyes squinted into the darkness, waiting for whatever was lurking to kill them as well. Something ran past Worden and knocked the lamp out of his hand, extinguishing its flame. The brothers were now in utter darkness and far from alone. They pulled out their guns, aiming to shoot nothing but black night. Something lifted Worden and threw him across the graveyard. Voltaire ran for his brother, he couldn’t lose him as he had just did Oliver. He found him, bleeding from his arm, it looked like something had bitten him. Voltaire pointed his gun in the air hollering “WHO IS THERE?! SHOW YOURSELF YOU DEVIL!” but all he heard was nothing. The rest of the night is a blur.
When Voltaire woke up he was in excruciating pain. He felt a burning in his body and especially in his throat like nothing he had ever felt before. Voltaire’s eyes kept threatening to black out but he held strong and didn’t pass out. He crawled around the graveyard in the breaking dawn, looking for his brother Worden but there was no sign of him. An old man who tended to the graveyard came walking up a path towards him saying “What are you doing at this hour? You better not be grave robbing”. Instinct pulled in and Voltaire lunged at the old man and sucked him dry. There wasn’t enough blood. His mind was rattling with distress as it knew it needed more blood. It wasn’t until a few minutes later that Voltaire realized what he had done and what he had become. The sun was getting higher and it was then that he saw his skin begin to sparkle. He fell to his knees and screamed a holler of anger and defeat. Voltaire had become the cursed, a vampire.
1800s:
Voltaire ran into the nearby woods where he tried to kill himself but nothing worked. It was night fall when he finally gave up and ran back into the village, tears streaming down his face as he murdered a good number of people. He sucked them all dry just because he was thirsty. These were what he called “The Dark Ages”. Voltaire had never suffered so much as he wrestled with himself. He needed the blood, but he hated what he had become and what he was doing. He tried to destroy himself on many occasions but nothing relieved him from this cursed second life. Voltaire refused to let himself go back to his home where his wife and family lived, afraid that he would kill them. It was 10 years later (or 1839) when he finally made a pilgrimage back home. He still couldn’t quite control himself but there was nothing that occupied his mind more than his wife, kids and the child he never got to see be born. When Voltaire got to his home it was just after Christmas. He looked in through the window. His wife and kids were singing Christmas songs but one child was in a bed in the living room area, trying to sing along but unable to keep his eyes open. It was then that he realized that was his son who was gravely ill. Voltaire stayed around the city for the next couple of weeks, coming back to the window to look on his family. The worst part was that he couldn’t even dream of his wife anymore because he could no longer sleep in this zombie like life. It wasn’t long after that he, pretending to be just another bum sitting on the sidewalk saw some men carry out a body wrapped in blankets. His wife stood at the door way, collapsing from the grief in her heart. Voltaire wanted to run to her side and comfort her but could not. He instead went to the men carrying off the body. He offered to help but they tried to shoo him away. Finally he asked was the name of the child was. One of the men said the name “Bradford Van Craven” and again shooed away the filthy bum. After the boy was buried Voltaire went to grave and cried feeling such a great loss. Voltaire was still in his “Dark Ages” still unable to find a way to control his thirst.
Volt decided to travel to London where he felt he could better hide himself. Where he felt he could get lost among the people and perhaps take less notice of who he was killing for dinner every night. While he was in London he ran into a vampire. This vampire stole his meal. The other wild vampire was laughing at him “Why do you pray for them before killing them? If you care so much for their feelings perhaps you just kill them and get it over with”. After talking with this vampire he learned that there were a few “crazy vampires who have decided drink animal blood instead of human blood to satisfy them though it doesn’t completely take away the thirst” so he couldn’t understand why they bothered “everyone is going to die eventually anyways”. This inspired Volt and he began to train himself to drink animal blood.
About 20 years later (1862) Volt was beginning to make a bit of progress with his new choice of eating animal blood. He again made his way back to his home to see what his kids were up to and if his wife was even alive still. When he returned he found his wife on her death bed. She was so old and frail. Nicola looked so different in this phase of life. Voltaire’s heart was broken as he remorse over the years he lost to grow old with his love and to raise his children to be respected men and women. That night he decided he had to speak to her before her time was up, before the clock chimed its last call to the night before her passing. He went to her. She thought she was seeing a ghost. Nicola was crying heavy as she longed to be with her husband as much as he longed for her. He was quiet as he let her talk to him, apparently she also had a lot she had wanted to say to him even after all those years. She told him how much she loved him and how every night she dreamt he would come home to her. Finally after a few hours of crying and listening to her gentle voice he said “Dearest Nicola, I love you and I always will love you”. She then begged him “You are but a ghost, cold as death, smooth as marble. My beautiful ghost take me away with you. I am ready for death to take me home too”. Voltaire’s heart broke even further as he grasped the concept that he would never see her again after this because he was cursed to walk forever more, never finding rest. She begged again “Take me home Voltaire”. He then did something crazy but he wanted to end her misery, she had lived her life and it was now her time to meet God. He envied her for that. Voltaire kissed her cheek and bit her neck, sucking her dry and giving her a quick death. He gave her what she wanted. Death.
Voltaire spent the rest of the century traveling around Europe. He spent his time at libraries, museums and forums soaking up all the information he could. Most importantly he was looking for any clue on how he could be destroyed. He kept perfecting his ability to be a complete vegetarian until he had become a master. Since killing his wife there were only a few cases in which he provided that same service. It was to people he had known and loved in life and was giving back the only way he felt he could now. The saddest moments that to this day linger, gnawing at his mind and broken heart is when he came for his 3 children at their deaths. Again he was just a ghost to them and Robert wasn’t even sure if was really a ghost of his father since he was so very young when he died. It was agonizing for Voltaire to lose his children. They had lived their lives but what was world without his family, without someone that gave him meaning? In the last decade of the century he made his way to Italy and came to hear about the Volturi. He was intrigued to hear about his police, government like system very ancient Vampires had created. It was for a brief moment he had thought about remaining in Voltera so that he could be among these more sophisticated monsters. Though after some thought he realize that they were still just monsters. Perhaps they advocated learning and control of the vampire population but still they seemed empty and hollow. They didn’t care about humans or dangers monsters like themselves imposed upon the race that once their own. It was this that changed and altered his path. He was going to stand up against wild vampire. He was going to revolutionize vampires and show them that killing humans wasn’t a power but a weakness, a flaw in their being. They were nothing but the undead – a cursed people. Perhaps he could have gotten the Volturi to destroy him but that would have been easy. Voltaire had a mission now – to end the ways of wild vampires and get them to use their skills for good. He wanted to save humanity, for humanity was God’s greatest creation and even if he was no longer a man he still hoped that one day when the end of Earth had come that he too (and all vampires who had changed their ways) could find redemption.
1900s:
After leaving Italy he left for Asia. He was looking for a new awakening, a spiritual revitalization. He traveled all around Asia looking for something to bring him back to Earth, to awaken the humanity within him again. He had always been a devout Christian but he had heard of the interesting religions of Asia and was curious to learn their ways. It was here in Asia that he discovered ancient forms of healing, medicine and ritual that Westerners had forgotten. It was a beautiful experience that he dare say he had a soul, it would have been touched.
Voltaire became an avid traveler going one place to the next trying to learn the ways of the people. He found a love of studying the ways of the people. He learnt what humanity meant to the people and it helped him even more find passion in saving the human race from themselves, vampires and all the other monsters and plagues out there. Learning about different forms of healing and medicine inspired him to become an expert on the matter. Voltaire wanted to help people who couldn’t help themselves.
Voltaire spent the 1930s in Egypt. He was intrigued by the findings that archaeologists were making. Voltaire wondered if there was anything he could learn from this ancient culture that would help him preserve future generations of humans.
In 1940 he traveled to New York. Voltaire met a street gang of vicious vampires. He tried to take them on but barely survived the encounter. Voltaire who had accentuated strength could easily take a wild vampire on despite his diet. He could have even put up with 2 or 3 for a time but there was no way he would ever be strong enough to take on a whole gang of vampires. He also realized he had no one to be supported by. He was in need of a coven. It was a strange thought for Voltaire, to join up with other vampires because he’d never met any vampires like himself. The coldness of their skin had seeped deep into the emptiness within.
In 1945 he went to Harvard to study as a doctor. Here he learned all the western ways of medicine. It was a very scientific way of healing, very different from the spiritual, natural and herbal ways he had been taught in his travels.
In 1950 he traveled to Russia. He had heard that people were suffering the in soviet society under communism so he wanted to see what he could do to help. Voltaire pretended to be Russian while he was there. As he traveled the vast country he traveled to North East. Though it was freezing the elements didn’t affect him. Voltaire only wished he could help the people more than he could. He was walking through a bleak forest as he was making his way to another village. If he had been but a man he would have died. His eye caught the glimpse of something running… something running very fast. He knew it was another vampire. Before he knew it a giant tiger leaped onto the other vampire and tore him to shreds. Voltaire came face to face with one. It growled at him with anger gurgling in its throat yet it didn’t attack. Voltaire tried telling the animal his ways, not even sure if it understood. He tried asking how he was able to kill the vampire but all he got more growling. Finally Voltaire left unsure what had happened. He changed his course and made his way to another village. There in an inn he met another vampire. Voltaire would have killed him, everything about this was one was vile and evil but he needed information. The other vampire told him about the shifters and the menacing ways they have.
In 1955 he returned to New York. The Vampire gang he had met before had grown and they were becoming sloppy in their work. Voltaire hoped the Volturi would come destroy them. At least they were good for that purpose. While he was spying on the gang he found a boy about 17. He was a newborn vampire. That someone in the gang must have left him there, not finishing his meal for whatever reason and now this young boy was a cursed being too. Voltaire took the boy under his wing. He was kind to him. The boy couldn’t remember who he was or where he had come from. Voltaire called him “kid” until they thought of the name “Damian Steel” hoping that one day the memory of his past life would return to him. Voltaire was worried the kid would become a wile beast like whoever made him especially since he couldn’t even recall his human life. There were times when Voltaire’s human life seemed but a dream but other times it haunted him with vivid memories and hallucinations. Voltaire taught the kid how to control his thirst and how to become a vegetarian like himself. Voltaire took the kid to London trying to get him away from this vicious gang and give him a new environment as he learned to train himself to be stronger than the curse. Voltaire also wanted to be home. As he took care of Damian it reminded him of how much he lost, how he had missed the opportunity to raise his children.
By the 1980s Damian was pretty much able to control himself as he was under the constant watch and guardianship of Voltaire. In 1983 they began traveling more and made their way over to Scotland. It was here they met a vegetarian coven of vampires. The vampires were sophisticated and friendly. They interacted with the human world as if they were humans themselves. It was a life that Voltaire always dreamed of. The only problem was that they had no intention of killing wild vampires. They said it wasn’t their place. It was just their decision to live like this but didn’t feel anything good be done to stop or eradicate the wild vampires they had all once been. Roderick Boyd was a part of this coven. Voltaire told Boyd how he wanted to take the wild vampires on. Give them a choice to be a vegetarian or else be destroyed. It wasn’t right for anyone to be that way. Boyd agreed and decided to join up with Voltaire. Voltaire tried to leave Damian in the hands of this coven feeling they would provide a better warm home like feeling for the kid but Damian wanted to stick with Voltaire and destroy the vampires who had made him what he was… a walking curse without even a memory to know what life he had once lived.
The trio moved around from place to place trying to see if anyone else would join the fight. There were some vampires who fought them and were destroyed. There were some who tried to join the coven but ended up leaving. The trio traveled all around the world but no one was brave enough to try to convert the other vampires to a life of vegetarianism. Boyd then gave him the idea that if they ever got an army strong enough they could defeat the Volturi and rule in their stead and force all the vampires to overcome the thirst they were plagued with. It was an intriguing idea that has since weighed heaved in Voltaire’s mind.
2000s:
By year 2000 the trio had moved back to the U.S. Voltaire decided to go back to medical school again. They put Damian into school so he too could continue to educate himself. After Voltaire finished medical school again the trio began to move from city to city starting and restarting their lives as Roderick’s old coven had done.
The coven has now moved to Ohio. Two vampires have joined them as they are vegetarians like themselves. Voltaire took them in as he remembered what it was like to be on his own without anyone for support. He is unsure whether they will be brave or strong enough to try and take on the wild vampires with him. Voltaire’s newest plan is to take vampires on city by city until he makes his way back to Volterra to take on the Volturi. He is currently working as a nurse because he loves being involved in the everyday of the people’s lives. It has been a while since the last person he gave a sweet death too. He sees so many he considers giving it but because he is afraid of becoming addicted again to the sweet taste of blood he only gives the gift to certain people. Voltaire is not afraid to take on any wild vampire because his accentuated strength allows him to easily be able to keep up with the other vampires despite his different diet.
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~ role play sample :
“Yeah, as much as I would love to get another black eye” Larcan was the type of guy that was always sporting them. If he was in a bar, and a fight broke out you could pretty much guarantee that Larcan was in the middle of it. He wasn’t the type to usually go out of his way to rough it out with the local loosers at the bar, but his sarcastic tone and harsh blunt comments he made to the guys he didn’t care about often triggered them to swing at his face. Often he would be caught off guard with their first swing but once he realized he was in the ring you definitely realized you’d bit off more than you can chew. Larcan had been in a lot of fights, since he was rebellious young kid. He was used to seeing the usual moves, he could calibrate attacks that the fighting noobs, and meat head thugs wouldn’t see coming and no one had as much stamina as him. You could gang up on him, beat the crap out of him but he wouldn’t back down, he wouldn’t cry or show his pain. No he was above that, he had too much pride to let you get what you wanted to see. Larcan went back to joking with Taro and Lucy. He scratched him chin looking pensive “I just don’t think it works too well with my school boy looks. I have one of those pretty faces that make babies feel comfortable and charm the cheek pinching elderly. Wouldn’t want to lose that because of Patrick now would I?” His face looked serious as he was in character for the joke. Larcan looked far from a school boy with his fierce stance, normally grungy looks and bad boy scruff.
When the three of them took their seats, Larcan couldn’t help but feel accomplished as he got to sit next to Taro. It was what he wanted, though as much as could see why Taro was a great girl, he couldn’t figure out why he seemed so set on the idea. Lucy left to buy them glow sticks. His mind was trying to figure out what this band was going to be like… trombones and glow sticks… like a classical music rave maybe? Larcan wasn’t sure how interesting or enjoyable this band was going to be but he was intrigued to hear what the blood hell they were fusing together. As Lucy left him alone with Taro his mind almost convinced him he was nervous. He shook it off, shit why the hell would he be nervous? He never got nervous and it would be a cold day in hell before a woman would do that to him. That was his job, his suave ability to make them swoon.
Larcan’s eyes glanced down at her thumbs twirling around each other. He thought they were going to spin right off her hand. She was definitely feeling some kind of nerves. A small side smile crept up the right side of his cheek. He could see she was about to say something but before she did he asked, “Are your hands training for the olympics?” he grabbed one of her hands and started a thumb wrestle. Larcan smiled trying to see how distracting he could be to her as she tried to say whatever it was she was saying. Taro told him that Lucy had mentioned meeting him. ”We met at the beach, shit I’m not even sure how it happened” Larcan really wanted a cigarette right now. He had a fake one as well, it smelled like apple and wondered if that was allowed in a place this. ”Took her to a bonfire with me, she damn hungry” he held in a chuckle remembering all the food and toppings she had wanted. Larcan could tell that Taro wanted to lean in closer to him. The tension between them was there, but she was holding back but he couldn’t figure out why. Taro didn’t seem like the type to play mind games or hard to get. It was very curious.
Taro began to spazz a bit. She was acting odd. At first she was having a hard time looking at him it seemed. Then she wanted popcorn and drinks. Taro then gazed at him in such a way he knew she was thinking of him. He’d seen that look a million times but again she held back the second Lucy reappeared. Larcan let it go. It wasn’t the time to get into that kind of crap here. Lucy handed out the glow sticks and he thanked her. Lucy was saying that she hardly ever got to do nice things for people. Larcan laughed heartily at that. “Lucy you’re a bloody saint, damn and you don’t even know” he smiled at her; this was his way of giving compliments. It wasn’t very orthodox and people sometimes took it the wrong way. It was true though, Lucy was one of the nicest people he had met, shit it made him feel like a complete a$$hole. Lucy brought up how she and Taro had met a guy Alec on the beach. Larcan was curious to his this guy was. He was also wondering if it was habit of Lucy’s to run into random men at the beach. The comment would have been innocent enough and wouldn’t have bothered Larcan if Lucy hadn’t used that tone (like she was remembering the flirty atmosphere that ensued after this Alec guy was around ) and if she hadn’t been speaking with her eyes over at Taro (it was that girl body talk language. Larcan couldn’t translate that shit but he recognized it. His sisters always talked like that, giving each other subtle hints and clues like that). “Alec? Is he a kid from the Rez?”. Larcan was curious to figure out if he somehow knew this guy from his long list of acquaintances.
Lucy then talked about inviting him over to her house. “Damn, I’d love to see your place. I bet its nicer than the piece of shit I live in. I like it though… it’s in the middle of nowhere, its quiet”. Larcan couldn’t help but feel like going to Lucy’s house would be a strange, new experience. Guys invited him over to be there drinking or smoking buddies. Shit they didn’t need another guy there, but it usually made them feel less like alcoholics or hardcore stoners if they had a friend doing it with them. It was a way of denying the truth. Larcan didn’t need a buddy or denial of facts when it came to that shit but if someone was going to offer him free booze or hits than hell he’d take it. When women invited him over, they were only after one thing. They’d again try to get him drunk but usually girl just got herself so wasted she wouldn’t remember a damn thing anyways so he wouldn’t bother. He didn’t need any accusations of rape on his already trashed record.
Taro then asked to go to the restroom. She was acting all spastic, Larcan thought it was pretty damn funny. Lucy gave Taro directions and instructions about finding the restroom without a mishap trip into the men’s room. A string of memories flashed into Larcan’s mind remember standing over a urinal at a bar when a drunk woman walked in. Her face turned bright red then it got shockingly pale, he thought her heart stopped or something and she practically pissed right then and there. Larcan had that affect on women though so it just made him laugh. Taro then brought it to his attention that he was in the way. Larcan moved his legs to let her pass but right as she got right in front of him he squeezed his legs around her pushing her back into the chair in front of her. What’s wrong? Are you stuck?” again he put on his serious face. He was just being playful is all. Larcan loved bugging his sisters like that. After letting her struggle for a minute he reached into his pocket and gave her 20 dollars ”Here that should cover drinks and popcorn for all of us” he looked at Lucy ”My treat for the ladies” his eyes returned to Taro as he released her.
As soon at Taro left, Lucy leaned over and asked him what he’d been up to. ”Uhh… well, nothing too exciting. Just fixing cars at the garage, playing with my dogs… my life isn’t exciting” he shrugged. It was true, as of late the air had been stale as shit. The only thing new was that his sister was pregnant and he was dealing with that but he wasn’t about to bring that up right now. The whole thing pissed him off too much. He wanted to get the subject off of him, he hated being the center of conversations. ”What have you been up to Lucy?”. Lucy was telling him how he’d know when the show was about to start. ”They can play that shit all they want but I really don’t think anyone will care to remember what they say if there was a real emergency. People are just like that… they’re like any other animal. They go with their instincts to stay alive, even if it means…” his voice trailed off. He was going to say ‘sacrificing others to sustain their craphole of a life’ but figured that was too depressing for a flower child like Lucy.
Taro returned and he let her through without bugging her about it. Lucy asked to hear about the tree outside the garage story. Larcan looked up at Taro, letting her take that one. He didn’t like to talk to much and had greater confidence in Taro’s story telling abilities… she was an Indian right? Yeah if his sisters would have heard that thought they’d call him a racist a$$hole even if he didn’t mean it. To him everything and anything could be a joke, it was just too bad no one else could see when something was funny. Larcan felt something graze across his hand and when he looked realized it had been Lucy’s. He wouldn’t have thought anything of it, shit happens but the way she was blushing and looking at her feet told him another story. It was just then that Larcan was starting to realize that perhaps that graze wasn’t as innocent as it had seemed. Did Lucy like him? Was he in middle of a budding love triangle? Larcan’s mind was cussing ‘shit, shit, shit’ because he hated that crap but still it didn’t change it a thing did it? Larcan gave a small smile to Lucy to forgive her for the ‘accidental’ touch. Maybe she was just being awkward – he could only hope. He then looked away, almost afraid to see what she was truly thinking.
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