006: Turning turning turning
[Severen’s curious face flickers on screen. It’s him alright after a brief absence, but something about the vampire is a little… off. His face is still dirty, but it's a dusty kind of grit as opposed to his usual grime. Bags etch under his eyes and the voice that comes from his throat holds an accent that his a little thicker than before. His leather jacket and red plaid undershirt are replaced by plain calico button up stained by blood that for the first time in a while doesn't belong to anyone else but himself.
His bottom lip is swollen and bruised, like he was on the losing end of a struggle instead of a winning one which may have caught a certain vampire's attention. Severen peers into the communicator, believing it to be some kind of mirror. His jaw moves from side to side painfully, a bruise starting to appear under the curve of his mandible. Before he talks, he spits to the floor next to him. The bolus is red.]
Fuck it, Sev. You gotta duck the left hook. Duck it, not stand there lookin’ like a degenerate cocksucker. That piece of shit took that twenty dollars from me an’ then I wake up here without a fuckin’ clue. Even stole my fuckin’ horse. I won that beast fair an’ square and he goes off an’ takes it. [He winces in pain, his fingers finding another sore spot on his face] Shit. My poor moneymaker. Ain’t never gonna hear the end of it.
[OOC: Severen lost a fight instead of winning one that would have caught the attention of Jesse, his maker, back in 1870. Thus, he's human. Also excuse all my timey whimey language as I'm basing it primarily on Deadwood. ;-)]
His bottom lip is swollen and bruised, like he was on the losing end of a struggle instead of a winning one which may have caught a certain vampire's attention. Severen peers into the communicator, believing it to be some kind of mirror. His jaw moves from side to side painfully, a bruise starting to appear under the curve of his mandible. Before he talks, he spits to the floor next to him. The bolus is red.]
Fuck it, Sev. You gotta duck the left hook. Duck it, not stand there lookin’ like a degenerate cocksucker. That piece of shit took that twenty dollars from me an’ then I wake up here without a fuckin’ clue. Even stole my fuckin’ horse. I won that beast fair an’ square and he goes off an’ takes it. [He winces in pain, his fingers finding another sore spot on his face] Shit. My poor moneymaker. Ain’t never gonna hear the end of it.
[OOC: Severen lost a fight instead of winning one that would have caught the attention of Jesse, his maker, back in 1870. Thus, he's human. Also excuse all my timey whimey language as I'm basing it primarily on Deadwood. ;-)]