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Entry tags:
- adelheid,
- albel,
- alphonse,
- alucard,
- ari,
- ashton,
- axel,
- aya,
- azel,
- barret,
- caim,
- carnage,
- chase,
- cid,
- claire bennet,
- cliff,
- darman,
- dias,
- eddie brock,
- edgeworth,
- edward elric,
- elena (ffvii),
- envy,
- fox,
- gin,
- ginji,
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- haku,
- heiderich,
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- hisoka,
- homura,
- honey,
- hughes,
- ichigo,
- inara,
- iruka,
- kadaj,
- kairi,
- kaoru,
- kazuo,
- kenren,
- kurama,
- larxene,
- lust,
- luxord,
- mal,
- matsumoto,
- miku,
- naminé,
- naoe,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- otacon,
- padme,
- phoenix,
- qui-gon jinn,
- rabastan,
- reinforce,
- renji,
- reno,
- river,
- roxas,
- roy,
- rufus,
- sakura,
- sanzo,
- sasuke,
- schuldig,
- snake,
- sora,
- takaya,
- tamaki,
- tifa,
- valyn,
- vincent,
- waka,
- xigbar,
- yazoo,
- yohji,
- yuffie,
- zabuza,
- zelos
Day 22: Brunch
Cid usually liked sleeping in, especially in a place as messed up and uninviting as this, but this happened to be one situation where he really wished he hadn't.
Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.
Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.
He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.
He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.
Right there, on the bulletin board. The Head Doctor and he'd fucking missed it? Some part of him wished he'd been there to take his eye out and another part of him knew he wouldn't have been able to. No man that powerful who hid for so long went to dangerous places without some kind of entourage.
Brunch sounded like it'd be filling, at least, though he nearly stopped in his tracks when the bastard announced TEA. TEA. It'd been a damn long while since he'd had some fucking tea, though with all the stress this place had found fit to rain down on his fucking head, it hadn't really been the first priority on his mind. Kinda nice, even if Cid was sure this was just some game the mother fucker was playing to get them all stuck neck-deep in Stockholm Syndrome.
He scanned the mostly-empty room for any sign of a familiar face once he'd piled waffles and sausages and syrup on his plate, though the person he really wanted to talk to was that Reynolds guy. "Spaceship" was the last word he remembered clearly before waking up in his bed, and dammit if he wasn't going to keep it stuck like glue in his mind.
He found a table where he could watch people come into the cafeteria and grabbed for his mug. The steam rising from his drink and the bag of herbs in it was nearly enough to make him grin despite it all, and it was with marked leisure and a little relief that he drank his goddamn tea.
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With a fierce tug, Chase ripped his hand free from Alucard's mouth, scoring bloody tracks in his fingers. Doing so threw him off balance, and he slammed his bloody hand into the table to keep from falling over completely. Yet he still couldn't wrench his other arm free - Alucard had a firm grip on it - and that girl was trying to interfere.
He had to get away from here, had to get his hands free. Chase tried to yank Alucard down and elbow him as he did so with his caught hand - but it was difficult, because this man was so damn tall and stronger than a human should be. Of course, humans didn't drink blood.
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If they fell onto the floor, Alucard would have the little morsel in a nice pin and he would be able to feed.
Instinct guided his actions now. Gritting his bloodied fangs together when he felt Chase's elbow jab him somewhere in the chest -smart boy-, he pinned the young man against the floor, teeth now sinking into his intended target from the beginning-- the soft, vulnerable throat. Then he began sucking whatever blood which started to spurt out of the bite.
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And that man, Alucard?
Was sucking it away.
For a long moment (several long moments, actually), Chase was paralyzed, stunned by the very concept of what was happening to him. But as his blood was drained away into the mouth of that ungodly tall man, he regained his energy and bucked, trying to shove Alucard off him and away. He wouldn't cry out, wouldn't call for help or try to get himself sympathy from the nurses or orderlies. No, he would get rid of this man himself.
"Get. OFF," he snarled, voice so quiet it wouldn't carry even to Miku.