February 2012
What is he on?
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: ♫If I could turn back time If I could find a way I'd take back those words that hurt you and you'd stay I don't know why I did the things I did I don't know why I said the things I said Pride's like a knife it can cut deep inside Words are like weapons they wound sometimes. I didn't really mean to hurt you I didn't wanna see you go♫ -- END VOICEMAIL
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: I feel like I should be getting you chocolates and flowers and arriving on your doorstep with an explanation!
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: Paging DR. Edgar, Paging DR. Edgar. Your patient Samuel really needs to speak to you.
Sober, Kama Sutra, this book intimidates him. Half of these positions, you’d have to be a professional gymnast to manage. But Zoe’s giggling, nudging him in the side, wanting to try one:
“Wait, no, no, no… I want to see your face,” she giggles, a tinge of red to her cheeks. She flicks through the pages looking for another. When she looks up, Edgar’s gone. His...
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: You left a hole in my heart, only your friendship can fill it back in! Pwease!!
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: Ummmmm hi?
Apartment in Seattle gets more than he bought it for. The reasons he went there for in the first place aren’t exactly mistakes because he learnt a great deal.
The reasons he wanted to kill his best friend for aren’t exactly mistakes either.
On the phone to Andrea and she begs him not to sell the bungalow too. They come to an arrangement. She’s to pay a certain sum each month...
ER, 5 o’ clock in the morning. They patch him and give him some pain killers, he won’t tell them where he got this ghastly wound from when they ask.
An old lady in the following bed says it looks like the work of a vampire. Edgar tells her to keep out, a nurse shuts the curtain- privacy, but needlessly and too late, he’s ready to go.
Edgar leaves the hospital with sunrise...
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Sam rolls over near the wall. Gasping and yelling at the stake in his chest. “OH MY GOD YOU ACTUALLY DID IT!” He coughs as he holds the stake. The pain runs through his chest. He isn’t sure if he is dying or what. He hears Edgar near him…but he is way calmer.
“Am…Am I…dying?” he says in almost a whisper.
Edgar’s holding Lucian on a tight leash:
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A stand off, one high…one low. A cocky smile appears on Sam’s vampire face.
“Gonna stake me? Huh? I come here to talk to my friend and I get treated like a no good piece of shit. Thanks pal…”
The tensions is getting thicker by the second. The urge to fly up with...
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A stand off, one high…one low. A cocky smile appears on Sam’s vampire face.
“Gonna stake me? Huh? I come here to talk to my friend and I get treated like a no good piece of shit. Thanks pal…”
The tensions is getting thicker by the second. The urge to fly up with speed and sink his teeth into Edgar is on edge. Two...
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“Hey…HEY…HEY! Edgar what the…”
Live blood is gorgeous and blood from bags is cold and sucks, Edgar knows that but so far he got by on the belief his friend was somehow different and could resist it, refrain from taking more lives, that Sam was like him and Alan.
A...
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“Yyyyea…I guess.” The dog looked as if he was going to snap at him at any moment. “Ummm Edgar what kind of mood are you in?”
Edgar raises an eyebrow, questioning look.
He nervously laughs. “Heh, I can tell you...
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“Annoying neighbor that lives…LIVED above me. She had the hots for me…well what about Zoe? Do anything interesting with her.” She smiles with his tongue sticking out. His eyebrows bouncing up and down.
Edgar’s...
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Sam ignores the dogs random bark after sniffing him.
“Yyyyyea…I think. Yea I did.” he smiles. “What you cooking?”
Bark is like a reminder; vampire, ignoring the last part, Edgar looks up from a recipe book, pokerface:
“You think you did? You either did or you...
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Sam goes straight to the kitchen.
“Hey man…wow you don’t look so good.” He doesn’t mean to come off harsh. Maybe he was just thinking out loud…he clears his throat and sits across from Edgar at the table.
Lucian sniffs at Sam and barks:
“Lock the door when you came in?” Edgar grunts.
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He does as Edgar says and lets himself in. For people who are always on edge…they sure don’t lock doors. Unless Edgar unlocked it strictly for him. Oh how sweet if he did. Sam runs up the steps. Eventually reaching the apartment area.
“EDGAR! YO!” he yells.
The word ‘squirt’ still lingers, then hits Edgar’s deleted messages. Sam’s shouting...
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: I will. See ya in a bit squirt!
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: Don't matter...your place?
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: Uh yea ok. Well you not too hungover to see your best buddy pal?
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: Party late or what?
samemerson-fashionvictim asked: Whats up my main man?!
Valentine's Day.
Zoe was still in San Jose. She had wine and she was on webcam, black lace, red velvet. Edgar sat at his computer and he had nostalgic anonymous love letters and a glass in his hand too, beer seemed to fascinate him more.
Cyber is hip and trendy, she joked. Cyber won’t produce babies, he shrugged and she wasn’t getting pregnant, the alcoholic cloud concluded there might be something...
Our RP only follows The Lost Boys fandom. Nothing...
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So, Sam’s out. Funny how Edgar and Alan got in, considering the nurses had already seen them visiting the week before and still let them pass. Anyone in a white coat and a stethoscope goes?
As long as noone cares enough to check up on this other made up institute Sam’s ‘gone’ to, everything’s going to be fine.
A sleepy vibe. Lucian sips water by the window, poor...
Death by stereo!: His mind was still all boggled... →
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Sam hides a smile. Reynolds frowns at the mans dissagreement.
“And what would you suggest sir?” he asks.
“A separate location,” Edgar flashes an address at Reynolds. Fake like the fuzzy ID’s they showed at the...
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He blinks his eyes. Rubbing them…was he tripping again.
“Uhh, hello?”
Reynolds waved Sam over to the extra chair sat between…Edgar and Alan. Did they go by those names? He refrained from saying anything. He just sat down and looked at Alan. Who in return looked at him back and smirked.
“Samuel, these two men are...
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The visuals of the trip he had is in his mind forever. In a way it is haunting. He was sitting in the rec room, like always. Watching fellow patients play a game of tic tac toe. He was becoming lost in thoughts as the loud speaker came on. Samuel Emerson, please report to Doctor Reynolds office. He jumped a little. Thinking it was just his imagination. He looked around,...
Edgar’s leaving today. Not before noticing the scars on Andrea’s wrists. And they have been on the topic of half vampires for about two days now:
“My brother,” he says.
“Yes, I liked him too. And your friends,” Andrea stares off, remembering.
“What friends? Star?”
“Yes, at Green Lake,” Andrea nods and adds, “and Possession,...
Part 2.
Prayers get said and it’s a very small gathering. Seven people, including Andrea and Edgar. Someone stands up and she is mono-tone, she talks about this man who sounds nothing like the Vincent Edgar knew. Everyone nods like they all remember him the way the woman is describing:
“Well, no, actually,” Andrea speaks up, holding her fifth glass of wine, causing a scene. All these...
Part 1.
Zoe gets dropped off at San Jose. A bit out of the way for Edgar who’s going back up to Seattle. Funeral, Vincent’s. And a lot of paperwork because the old man’s disturbed mind has left Edgar a house.
In Washington Andrea meets Edgar at a familiar place, the library on the hill. A sense of deja vu but this time it is not a luxury he gets out of and no vampires are waiting,...
His mind is going down the blood road. →
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Sam stares at them both. Eyes shifting from each Frog…his mouth dropped open. “What? It’s like you are speaking another language here.”
“The guy gets…” Edgar begins but then decides not to bother, “don’t sweat it, dude, we’ve got it figured.”
“Allllright, I trust...
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His mom is gone now. Oddly enough he feels a little bit relieved. She doesn’t think he is crazy or stupid. Just that he makes stupid decisions. He does not argue with that at all. Because it is true.
“Please tell me you have a plan!” he whimpers.
“You’ve got enough...
Martin Kesici feat. Tarja Turunen- Leaving You For...
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Yepp should have lied. Alan just smirked and shook his head at Sam.
“I told them I was a…vampire. But they didn’t believe me and now I am diagnosed as a skitzo.”
His eyes shifted over to Edgar who was being bothered by a patient. She began to yell random things at him. His first...
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He catches his breath as he hands the cup back to Lucy.
“Oh god do I feel better. I was about to go all vamp on someone…then I would really be in some serious…shit.”
He looks at the book that Alan hands him. He smiles. “Thanks man, I have missed my...
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He almost chokes on his coffee as his mother put it. Eyes are probably about to pop out of his head by now. Here comes Alan and Edgar. What a visitor party he is having.
“Where the hell are you people coming from?” he laughs to himself as he licks his lips. Savoring the sweet blood…ooooooooooo…tastgasm!
A nurse comes over and...
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His eyes are wide as he sees his mother. A strong smell reeks in his nose. Almost makes his mouth water.
“Mom?” he asks nervously. “Wha-What are you doing here?”
Lucy sees the nurse watching her carefully. Easy. Be cool, lady. You’ll end up right here next to him, then where will Sam be?? She puts on her best Mother-will-fix...
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Its all he can seem to think about. The urges build up inside him. he can smell everyone blood. It’s amazing. But he hates it. What a curse to live with. He caught himself staring at his room mate the other night. His blood smelled sweet and tasty. But he resisted by closing his eyes and imagining…
My child..She thinks, clutching the warm travel...
In the shower, the water still runs warm and steady. Zoe’s pleasured whispers and to him she is beautiful and she is delicious but what’s good becomes slow and strained, ugly:
“Can’t do it.”
Zoe straightens up and turns to face him with a questioning, disappointed look and his hands slip from her hips:
“Sam,” Edgar says, simply. That’s come out...
Blindspott- Yours Truly.
January 2012
Call to Edgar again, only this time he gets his...
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“Dammit Edgar PLEASE get me out of here. They think I am skitzo and all this goofy shit. I got arrested from being drunk at the boardwalk. Apparently I was talking about being a vampire and you know how that goes…THEY THINK I AM CRAZY! And I am going crazy just from being here…I will give you any comic in my collection if you help me ASAP! Ok bye…”
He hangs up quickly...
Part 3: Sam.
A shape forms in the distance high above. Drum roll. Wrong theme song:
“This is Spiderman,” Alan says. The veil that covers the Frogs and Paul shifts, it tickles. A distant, distorted voice whines Edgar’s name:
“Spiderman,” Alan repeats, sitting up. But it’s not Spiderman. It’s Vampman! They get to their feet and watch Sam running back and forth,...
Part 2: Zoe.
Edgar doesn’t know it, he’s sleeping but the stream of moonlight from the small window in his room is bright enough for Zoe to get caught up in the scar on his back again.
The one she was the cause of. It’s there, staring back at her like a tattoo, a zig-zag shape, her territory:
“Wake up,” she nudges Edgar in the side. But he only hears her in this trippy twisted...
Part 1: Paul.
Some weird dream where the sky’s all red and cracked and falling in places. Clocks are the clouds and they read the Russian alphabet instead of numbers, Alan’s knocking on the sun:
“Just reach out and touch it,” he says. In the shadows behind them Paul shakes his head. Edgar hammers the stars down, everything fades and the universe settles on the three of them:
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