.:Things just don't go as planned:. {open}

[Dante Keareen]

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You know those times when you just, know that it’s going to be a bad night? For example when you get up and you find that your little sister went to play with your walking cane, and when your mom had the laundry all folded up on the floor despite you always told her not to, this act causing you to fall over on the floor. Yeah, that’s when you already know your night was just ruined. First he had to lurk around the house looking for his cane so he could go outside for a couple hours before his mother started to nag him to come home before he fried to death in the dun. Sometimes four-year olds found some pretty dandy places to hide things, like under the living room couch. You wouldn’t be able to guess how he found this spot either; it was how he typically found everything, with his face coming into contact with the ground with a swift ‘thud’. Sometimes it just wasn’t right to not be the smoothest of all of his species, it was probably because he just wasn’t careful. At least it didn’t take too long to find his portable music player, since it was exactly where he always puts it, in perfect order beside his sunglasses. Dante really seriously doubted that any other vampire had to deal with kind of shit when all they wanted to do was go for a nice quiet walk outside.

He finally stepped out the front door, the time being well near midnight, and felt that he was well past that road bump in his lovely walk. Tucking his cane under his arm he fiddled around with his music player and put the buds into his ears and powered it up. Waiting five or so seconds, for it to actually load he pressed the forward button, rhyming off the starting of each letter of the song as it went alphabetically down the list. ’G, g... another g, g, h, h’ the familiarity of a song that he had stuck in his head for a good portion of the week started to play through the mini ear speakers called headphones. The night was comfortable, the music was good, and all was relatively quiet, these were the kind of nights that he lived for because now it didn’t looks as if anything worse could possibly happen. At least a night like this would give him the peace of thinking in an outdoor environment without being scorched by the sunlight. Sometimes he thought a little too much, which could prove to be a little distracting, while on the other hand he sometimes thought way too little and ended up living with the consequences. Dante was well fed; he was in a relatively good mood now, so he didn’t sense another rampage in his immediate future. One more of those and he swore that he would end up giving his mother heart failure or somehow a terminal cancer.

Walking down the front steps of his family’s town house he adjusted himself to the side walk and made sure that he was going left, he wasn’t about to make that mistake again. You know he knew the directions perfectly, but calling someone in the middle of the night to pick you up because you found yourself lost and you think that you are a McDonalds was a slight misdirection on his part. So yes, he went left and knew that he had to keep going that direction for two intersections, then take a right and then Dante would find himself in the live spot of the West End. This was always loud and booming with the night life, which created a slight controversy, only in his world. For one, he found the business a little annoying, but people usually moved for the blind kid so it wasn’t much of an issue, and on the other hand, at least there were people around. Just because he wasn’t all that social at all that didn’t mean that just being near other vampires didn’t give him some sort of feel of normality. As normal as a blind seventeen year old vampire that couldn’t walk on his own two feet without his trusty walking cane could be anyway. Maybe he should go into organized crime with a record like that, or if that career path totally failed he could get a desk job.

Dante felt around an area with his walking cane that he was sure there was a bench or something. It was right outside of a restaurant, that kind of restaurant that you could never get into unless you were head of the mafia or in the big honcho werewolf loop it seemed. Eventually his blind waving finally hit the side, of what sounded like wood, and he found the bench that he was eagerly searching for. He lowered himself slowly, so he wouldn’t miss judge and find himself sitting on the sidewalk, and found himself rather comfortably on his usual sitting spot. He sat there in his happily appointed piece for a moment before he ran into a song that he didn’t like on his music player, three times in a row, which meant that it was promptly turned off before he ended up crushing it. It wasn’t necessarily fair to the poor thing, since he was the person that put the music on there, but it only had three chances on shuffle before he was ever so close to destroying it. That usually meant he’d have to buy a new one. He was officially bored; there wasn’t much that he could do at the moment really, he should have brought his wallet so at least he could have bought something in his spurge of boredom. Wasn’t that weird, just being around town, having nothing to do so you just buy something despite the fact that you know you wouldn’t have got it in the first place if you had something better to do? Usually what he did when he was suffering from ‘nothing-to-fucking-do-iosis’ he just used up all the hot water in a shower, vampires weren’t affected much by temperatures, but every other person in the house did. See, he was an evil little monster just waiting to be created.

Deciding that walking around was much better than sitting around thinking about things that he would do if he was at home, he got up from his seat and figured that pacing seemed fun. Okay, that was a lie but he figured that if he was moving around at least something more interesting than inner rambling to do. So Dante thought it would be a little fun to do some eavesdropping, maybe let it evolve that into his little stalking game that he likes to play. You know sometimes he thinks to himself that he should see a shrink, he wasn’t even hungry, and had no desire to kill someone. Even though he knew full well that he would eventually lead up to the murder of another human. Somehow he got an unhealthy kick from it, stalking and sometimes ever befriending a victim whom he would someday kill, either it be accidental or otherwise. It usually was in fact accidental, but it was one of those accidents that you knew that you knew that was going to happen the whole time as everything was playing out. It was almost a shame though because the only things that he could hear were the clear characteristics of other vampires. At the same time though, he was at least a little bit relieved that he was going to save himself a whole lot of drama with the death of another human. On a lighter note it was some serious bonding time with his mom, and he was sure that it was much more exciting then things she would be doing if he was a normal little boy.

Pace, pace, pace, turn, pace, pace, pace, and shriek. Yes folks, you heard correctly that was the scream of Dante. He jumped back, abruptly dropping his walking cane on the ground when he felt something crawling up his arm. It was gross, and it was moving fast, and the lightness of it sent an unholy shiver down his spine as his violently brushed his arm to get it off. Then it was gone. He was always told ‘it was just a bug’ and he didn’t even know what these ‘bug’ things even looked like, but oh how he hated them. To everyone else they were just bugs; to him they were invisible flying death monkeys. They just snuck up in the most inappropriate times, and crawled all over you or got in your nose, ear, mouth, eyes it was just nasty. Dante acted cool about the whole incident, and how that never happened. At all. So then he started to drag his feet across the ground until his feet hit his walking cane, which he quickly swiped off the ground in one swift movement. People would laugh, he knew it and then he would die of embarrassment; it was such a juvenile and typically human thing to do, make fun of a little blind kid. Even though he supposed he was warned that tonight wasn’t going to be a good night, he was greeted by the fact that his kid sister stole his personal belongings. He should just learn to listen to himself; he was always right anyways so what’s the point in arguing with him?

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Tag; Open!
Word count; 1 592
OoC; Phewph, first Dante post!

[Dieter Auttenburg]

“Are you going to order or not?” came the voice of a rather pissed stand-attendant, nails clicking against the counter.

The sound was enough to jolt a very annoyed vampire out of his thoughts, a glare threatened to split the girl’s tiny form in two. She wasn’t anything at all impressive, a disarray of pimples and dimples with small thing lips and beady little black bug eyes. Her hair had been efficiently tied back with a ponytail in such a way that not a single strand dare stick out, it also seemed like the ponytail was yanking at the skin on her forehead and threatening to pull her skin away from her face to reveal skull and glistening blood. Altogether it looked mildly painful. An apron was tied loosely around her waist, almost glowing the most disturbing shade of neon green. Her ruby red nails continued to click against the counter to Dieter’s annoyance. Pay no mind to the fact that he was going to order something and thus, pay her, no. Too bad her manager wasn’t around to see, it would’ve been lovely. “Pipe down short, small and pimpled, I’m thinking,” he growled.

The nail clicking paused briefly, an ugly scowl replacing her annoyed features before she realized her mistake and smiled. The smile looked long, stretched and fake and overall, painful. Dieter ignored her turning his attention towards the various smoothie and fruit flavors spilling from the stall. He smelled strawberries, he knew some strawberries were bound to be lying around but he couldn’t see them. The nail clicking started again and he resisted the urge to sigh. The psychiatrist had only been standing for like twenty seconds here and already that cursed lady was pissed. It wasn’t like there was a line behind him or anything, so what was her fuzz? Maybe she had something shoved up her ass that she wanted to remove. Yeah, it was probably that, he reasoned, nothing else could get a person this pissy so fast.

“Strawberry,” he finally muttered, not caring that the flavor was not conveniently displayed, he smelled the damn strawberries so they were around there somewhere. She looked annoyed and clambered away to some hidden storage to fulfill his wishes, in response, Dieter flashed his fangs in a grin. She paused, as if for the first time noticing his paleness, fangs and none-human-ness then quickly reached for another container where he guessed blood would be conveniently placed and adequately frozen.

He turned around as he waited for the smoothie, not wanting to pay attention to the tick-y cashier.

The streets were fairly full, not with the spilling crowds that would savagely push you away from the sidewalk or so much that you could barely walk, but still, they were fairly full. The stores would spill more bodies into the streets and the smoothie stall was just a little ways from a very expensive looking restaurant. You know the type were people ate food in such tiny proportions it made you wonder how they lived, where everything was colored different shades of fancy named beige and whites. At the front was a greeter, AKA the restaurant version of a bouncer and as he watched he saw a woman wearing a red cocktail dress clinging from the arm of a richly suited man get shooed away by the greeter/bouncer. From the looks of the restaurant it was full, but not spilling so he supposed there was something offending about the woman and the man that entered the store.

He moved his gaze away from the restaurant and into the crowds; nothing about anyone caught his attention until he noticed a teenager carrying a walking cane. He poked the ground steadily with it and paused when it reached the edge of a bench, he then proceeded to fumble with both the cane and his hands running his fingers through the worn out wood before he finally took a seat. A blind man wasn’t anything new to Dieter, however he had only seen one so young twice before and the fact that he was alone puzzled him even more. Weren’t these type of kids normally over-protected by the parental units? Or a dog? But then he figured that it didn’t matter, after all he looked young enough to pass for a high-schooler and he was nearly forty, he supposed that it may run the same with the none-kid. Not that he could tell at this distance his species, but it was a descent conclusion, all things considered. So the vampire shrugged it off and turned his attention towards his smoothie, which, after the brief rumbling of a machine, was being offered to him at last.

He turned his attention towards the grumpy woman again which simply stated the price, grumbled something when he gave her a twenty, gave him his change back and proceeded to ignore his very existence. The vampire couldn’t help a light smirk at her reaction, but at least she didn’t finish with a “well get out!” this was progress, real progress.

With that slightly amusing thought in mind and a light smile playing at the corners of his lips he turned away from the stand and made his way towards the busy side-walk. The smoothie was delicious, mind you, the strawberry carrying that sweet metallic taste of blood just made for his perfect dream-meal. The liquid swirling inside his belly made short work of his bad temper at the encounter with the cashier. Food had a way to make Dieter calm down almost instantly, it had a relaxing effect on him, the blood, warm in his stomach. Delicious.

A girlish shriek jolted him from his strawberry induced comma and his head snapped towards the direction of the sound. He wasn’t all that sure what he was seeing but sure enough a walking cane snapped towards his direction and slid on the floor right in front of his shoes. For a confusing minute he just stared at it, almost as if the walking cane had committed a great crime in blocking his path, but eventually he looked up, turning his quizzical expression towards the dreaded cane-thrower. It was the little blind dude he had seen stumbling for a seat, he shook something furiously off his arm which Dieter missed to see then the young man commenced dragging his feet against the cement on the ground, almost tapping as if looking for something.

Smoothie straw still inside his mouth, Dieter turned his gaze downwards towards the insulting cane, then his blue eyes flicked towards the blind teen. Cane, teen, cane, teen, walking cane, blind teen. Briefly he considered just kicking the walking cane away from the kid’s grasp, just to watch him blindly stumble around until he fell. Just the though brought a smirk to his lips, but after another second he decided against it, mostly because he caught the amused chuckles of the audience and lightly nudged the cane towards the blind kid’s direction. As soon as his foot came in contact with the walking stick he snatched it front the ground, but before he could walk away Dieter proceeded to politely jam his foot in front of the walking cane’s way so the kid would be forced to stop.

“You want a smoothie?” he asked in the most childish voice he could manage, a toothy grin flashing on his expression.

A blind man’s company would be interesting, he figured.

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That shrink has arrived, rofl. Yeah, forgive Dieter's randomness, he's awesome like that, I know you envy him (not) rofl.

[Dante Keareen]

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You know that odd feeling you get when you feel like you’re being watched. Kinda creepy right, you don’t know where they are or what they are doing but you just have a gut feeling that there is someone around, just watching you. No one likes that feeling, especially Dante, makes him feel a little paranoid actually. Though many people wouldn’t know what he would have anything to be worried about right, there’s no secret that he has that could possibly get him in trouble if someone witnessed him doing something that he really shouldn’t be doing. Even if they did, it wasn’t like he couldn’t find them at a later time before they went off to complain to the police, that was because he totally wasn’t blind and could see exactly who it was. At least he wasn’t a blind kid that was ever so slightly worried that someone was watching him so they could go rat to the cops that he was a little killing bastard. Of course not, a situation like that was just silly.

Just to be safe however he decided it was best to just walk away from the scene of his panic attack. Which was all good in theory before his cane caught something, excellent that he found the thing before he tripped over it. ”You want a smoothie?” Dante heard the most childish and mocking voice that could have been mustered from a living being. There were so many things that were wrong with that statement. Yes, after publicly humiliating himself that was exactly what he wanted, a smoothie from some stranger that could easily poison it with werewolf flesh or something and bam. There’s a dead Dante. Another thing, smoothies were gross, all fruity and sticky, they weren’t worth the effort of eating that was another peeve. There were so many things that he could do right now. All of which included him walking away from this rather irritating man who was in the way of his walking cane. Even though it wasn’t all that hard to just back up and walk into the other direction, but he really sort of wanted to go over there. So that’s exactly what he was going to do after he detoured away from his odd individual. This guy wasn’t all that bright was he, unless he was a vampire or a werewolf, in that case he was just being rude. Who picked on the blind kid?

It was either the sarcastic approach or the fancy cold shoulder option. Decisions, decisions, decisions. Dante turned towards the voice of the man who earlier decided to make an offer that he could so gladly refuse. Though the words that first came to mind consisted of asking him in if was retarded, he decided that he could have thought of something slightly more polite. ”No thanks, my mommy told me not to take things from strangers,” He responded with an equally childish and teasing tone, but this one was underlined with more malice. There was something about this other man that he learned that he already disliked. Maybe it was the tone that he was using, maybe it was because his foot was in the damned way, or it was because he didn’t sound like he was brightest cookie. No matter the cause, reasons never really mattered to Dante; he just had a slight distaste for him. Too bad he was blind, then at least he could tell the different races a bit better apparently vampires were very easy to pick out of a crowd. Somehow he missed all these visual hints, and it wasn’t like people usually ended up yelling “Ouch, my aching vampire feet.” You could exchange the word vampire with any of the three species of course, but they usually didn’t point it out so bluntly like he felt that they should.

Eh, that guy was just a minor annoyance anyway, just another bump in another rather unsmooth day. People that acted so immature were almost a very good waste of space, very excellent at it actually. Sigh, oh well. ”It’s been… a pleasure meeting you anyway.” Well wasn’t that just a fun and fancy free lie dug from the abyss of his heart. Or something optimistically and cheerfully described like that. Dante made sure to slide over sideways from the other person, judging from the last time that he heard his voice anyway. It was rather simple to figure out where people were when they talked, or walked loudly if they were polite enough to not pick up their feet when they walked. It was both an annoyance and a gift as he thought of it anyway, that annoying scratchy sound of people that were too lazy to walk was indeed that. Annoying. At least however they weren’t sneaking up on him like that guy did, sticking his foot in the way; he could have tripped over that if he wasn’t paying attention. It was like he somehow enjoyed annoying the younger folks. Hopefully when he was a hundred year old vampire people would stop trifling with him, though he really doubted it. There was something about being a blind vampire that other beings just thought was a little humorous, it was probably because he wasn’t the smoothest of all vampires to walk the earth.

Heh heh, he wasn’t the smoothest vampire. Smoothie. God that was an annoying connection wasn’t it?

He sighed again, though it was in annoyance at himself, why was he always irritated? Dante thought it was a fair question, he was always pissed off at something in some way or form, and it was just a part of his personality. He wondered where he inherited or picked up that piece of douchebaggery from or was it instilled into him at birth just to bring another asshole into the world. At least he could admit that he was an asshole so that didn’t make him that bad of a person right? No probably not, shot down at his own personal chance at redemption. He walked back over to his bench, and sat back down on it at least knowing that it was there now. That was enough pacing for him, even though earlier it was a resourceful idea but now in retrospect it just got him humiliated, grumpy, and the only thing that he managed to do was insult himself more internally than he did to the other male. What kind of typical teenage jerk was he if he let with his ego more damaged then the other person? Dante glared forward into the black space, imagining that guy’s voice very much gone. If he knew what he looked like he’d picture that exploded or something equally unpleasant.

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Tag; Dieter
Word count; 1 129
OoC; My post feels short for me, makes me sad T-T.
And yesh, I'm jealous of Deiter's skillz how'd you guess?

[Dieter Auttenburg]

One would normally expect a blind young man to be thrilled when someone put a foot in front of his cane and offered a smoothie. In fact trhilled wasn’t enough a word to correctly describe what the blind teen should feel, maybe honored or overjoyed would be more fitting. After all it could be easy to say that the kid’s life was tough enough with all that blind-ness and cane-walking, all this could easily tire one out, life would be hard. I mean if you were anything like Dieter, misplacing stuff all the time, one would always be in a permanent feeling of loss. Just the other day Dieter had happened to inconveniently leave his MP3 shoved in some miscellaneous pant’s pocket. He spend a good three hours trying to find the thing and the last time he checked his eyesight was as sharp as any other vampire’s, so imagine if that happened to someone who lacked that eyesight? Lovely thing, the kid would probably spend a whole damn day looking for the MP3 until finding it when he conveniently smashed it to shreds with his cane, see? Hard, it made Dieter’s life almost normal in comparison.

But of course, this was not so, because life is unfair. So instead of exhibiting a delighted smile at the offer and complying with Dieter’s humble wish he refused. And it wasn’t just the fact that he refused that made the psychiatrist pause in his smoothie-slurping it was how the kid answered that did. ”No thanks, my mommy told me not to take things from strangers,” came the childish answer. Dieter stared at the little emo dude with such an offended expression that if it were anyone else their heart would have surely broken in two, but since the little emo dude was blind his hopeless expression lost meaning in the translation which was probably nothing but a blurry black and blacker shadow.

The vampire slurped some strawberry smoothie loudly, more for some kind of none-silent effect rather than the drink being nearly over; on the contrary it was nearly almost full. “Smoot'ie-hater,” he hissed with such venom that it would make anyone fall dead at his feet. However the venom left his voice and Dieter managed to compose himself quite nicely, but for a few seconds he did nothing but drink smoothie and watch the little blind kid in his blind-ness. “Didn’t your mommy tell you not to go out after dark t'en? Huh?” he added jokingly, giving a light chuckle at the end of his statement. It was, of course, meant to be sarcastic since when the little emo dude had spoken Dieter had caught the tip of sharp canines which was just the starting point to indicate he was a vampire, he also noticed the paleness and the lack of pulse throbbing under the veins on his neck. Simple and obvious indicators.

”It’s been… a pleasure meeting you anyway.” he said before doing some kind of sideways crab-walk and waltzing away from Dieter. The vampire said nothing, simply slurped on his smoothie and waited without turning around, thinking, pondering. He was a stubborn bastard after all and if anyone knew him they could easily know that Dieter would somehow find a way to drag out more conversation out of the little blind dude. So he thought for a few seconds, considering his options before he cheerfully turned around and easily traced the little emo dude’s way across the sidewalk. It was even made more easy to see him since he was the only idiot stumbling on the bench, poking around its surface and sliding into a seat.

When Dieter made his way towards the little emo dude he ceased his smoothie-slurping, more to see if he could surprise the kid rather than anything else. He figured if he kept slurping the smoothie he’d be obvious. So he walked pretending he was going to keep walking forward and not head for the little emo dude, even though he obviously couldn’t see Dieter couldn’t help that feeling of having to make it visually acting as well. One wasn’t used to interacting with little blind emo dudes after all.

He sat down in the bench, casually, not looking at the little emo dude nor sitting close to him, almost as if he was a random person just sitting down. Yes, that’s it, I’m just a tired old man sitting my behind in this conveniently placed wooden bench next to the little emo dude. Then he was silent, still. Of course out of habit more than anything he completely ceased his breathing, vampires don’t need to breathe after all and when you weren’t doing anything it was hard to keep up the I-am-a-living-little-human-vampire-thing. After he made sure the pause stretched just long enough to cease the teen’s suspicions, if any, but short enough just not to make him stand up and walk away he turned his attention towards little emo dude.

“You sure you don’t want a smoot'ie?” he asked, not being able to help the wicked smirk that spread across his lips. “I mean t'ey even have blood t'ere, so you don’t puke it all up after you’re done,” he insisted, keeping his tone light and joking. But he had a feeling nothing would convince the little emo dude to do anything except peel out like a banana so he tried a different approach. “Besides t'e cashier t'ere is so pissy it’s funny. Imagine how pissed she fvould be ven she realizes she has to say all the flavors out loud over and over again until you decide?” he asked, a light chuckle at the end of the question. It would be a sight to see, to record and treasure forever, he could just see the little pimpled’s face furious expression, the glare, the snorting, the nail-clicking. And then what if she has to repeat the entire menu over and over again until her throat is dry and the flavors imprinted in her mind? Now that was just too good to let pass by without a fight and even little emo dude had to agree, either that or he might break up crying… probably not but it was an amusing thought too.

But he got a better idea.

“I’ll even pay you if you fvant,” he said after a pause. He considered his own offer for a minute before pausing, for a moment a confusing yet alarming thought crossing his mind. “Vait a minute, 'ow vould you know people give you the right amount of change if you can’t see the number in it? he asked, for a minute being genuinely curious as to how the little blind dude would deal with such a situation. After all how he could just have someone split the money for him, twenties in one place, tens in another but if he was alone how would he get the right change? He was sincerely curious.


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whooooo rofl. I knew you were, he has wicked butt pwnage skillz.

[Dante Keareen]

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You know what Dante was doing in peace there for a moment, he was sitting, and happily. Almost with extreme content and figuring that the crazy other man just left him alone. Which was all fine and dandy to him because he liked it when he wasn’t around because that meant that he wasn’t bugging him. Over a smoothie, it wasn’t a big deal, he didn’t want it. He felt the bench shift slightly when someone else sat on the other end, and after a raise of an eyebrow he just didn’t think anything of it anymore, just some guy sitting on a bench. A guy that didn’t have to breathe by the sound of it but that didn’t matter; he didn’t have to breath much either now did he? Most vampires don’t anyway, he mostly did out of habit, and there was no real point to it at all. Well maybe it stopped creeping his sister out, she was a little young still, but seriously how dumb can a six year old be? Vampires existed and they didn’t breathe, end of story, and no Santa wasn’t a werewolf no matter what that kid in kindergarten said either. Kids believed everything people told them, it was just sad.

Nice, peaceful, beautiful silence. Which was interrupted when he was startled by that German accent, “You sure you don’t want a smoothie?” No, actually after he stalked him and asked for the fourth time, he secretly wanted a smoothie the whole time. And if that guy didn’t ask, yet again, he would never would have discovered that himself. Dante turned towards the offending sound looking rather unimpressed, this just wasn’t going to be easy was it? No, of course not because then he wouldn’t dread anything if the world went smoothly. “I mean they even have blood there, so you don’t puke it all up after you’re done,” The other guy has a light and cheerful tone around him, which was great because that meant at least one of them were in a light and cheerful mood. ”Well I suppose if I don’t spend the next two hours over a sink then of course!” Sarcasm, how he loved it. It was like the art of the blind world, you got such a great image just by the tone that was being used. Like contrast or whatever it was called in painting. He didn’t like paint it felt weird on his hands.

Oh no, even with the art form that was sarcasm he just kept talking. “Besides the cashier there is so pissy it’s funny. Imagine how pissed she would be when she realizes she has to say all the flavors out loud over and over again until you decide?” Even Dante had to admit this, that thought was very much amusing to him. There was a small smile that quirked up on the edge of his lip, which he had to force down into his usual strict frown. Okay, he liked to be a pain in the ass sometimes, especially if that cashier was human, then it would be all worth it. He couldn’t, however, let this weird German vampire know that he was entertained by such an immature idea. Immature, but oh so amusing, being blind definitely had its advantages. How he got blind was just embarrassing, he was going to blame bad parenting, no matter how illogical that it was that he would consider such a thing like blaming his mother. He did, it was her fault, what kind of mom let her kid run across the road?

There was a pause, and since he couldn’t see what the other vampire was doing he was slightly worried. Was he a bad person to be slightly worried over this guy, he was very persistent. “I’ll even pay you if you want,” Then there was another short pause after a sea of worry crossed Dante. This guy was seriously fucked up if he was so determined to get him to the smoothie place. Where was that place anyway, he didn’t recall a smoothie joint around here anyway. “Wait a minute, how would you know people give you the right amount of change if you can’t see the number in it?” The other man sounded completely serious, but at the same time it wasn’t all that hard to act. For all Dante knew he was covering his own mouth in an attempt to not laugh his ass off on how much he was tormenting the disabled. Which was totally mature for anyone that actually cared about what happened to little vampire boys anymore. The only place he was going to get pity though would be at home -which was the most irritating thing ever, he was blind not retarded- and at a homeless shelter -and he wasn’t going to hang out around there because homeless people smelled bad-.

He supposed that he should at least answer the guy’s question, since he didn’t think long enough to pick up on the answer himself. He thought the answer was very much obvious. ”Well its London isn’t it? The bills and coins are different sizes.” He raised an eyebrow at the direction that he heard the voice from, thinking that he was truly retarded. Oh well, he supposed that people didn’t take notice in the things that didn’t affect their lives. There actually was another method that he used, but that was just to be an asshole, he was going to be honest about that. ”Or on a bad day I can ask for it all in singles. Fifty bucks and I want it all in singles bitch. No one tries to slip you a ten instead.” It was annoying though, when they tried to skimp you out of your money just because you couldn’t see the number printed on it. Dante wasn’t that stupid that he couldn’t tell how much it was, that’s why the government put that rule in hundreds of years ago for heaven’s sakes, and it wasn’t a huge national secret. Well apparently it was because a German vamp didn’t know how he could tell.

Dante actually had a question for the other guy too; it wasn’t near as polite as his anyway. If you considered asking someone how they knew the difference between a ten dollar bill and a twenty polite anyway. ”Now, why are you so insistent on me going to a smoothie stand?” To be honest it was really, really creepy as far as trying to be nice to someone went. There was being kind and generous, and then there was being a little fucking stalker, and he pretty much thought he crossed the line a mile back, just to came back and piss on it. Yes, he pissed on the line of stalkertude, there was at least gentleman ways about going around it wasn’t there? At least he wasn’t this cruel when it came down to picking on his victims, and he ate them for God’s sake. ”Is there some sort of 'one blind man, one free smoothie’ special?” He said after his short pause. Sometimes he should stop pausing to think about something, even if it was the briefest of all pauses. Though the only things he could do were hear, smell and sometimes the latter were things he didn’t want to hear or smell. Or when he stepped in something really gross that sounded weird when being stepped on or smelled back when you had to clean off your shoe. Worst case scenario, when there was no shoe at all and it was bare foot, which added in the brilliant sense of feeling.

He stood up from the bench, though had no intentions of going anywhere really. It wasn’t like this guy wouldn’t start following him around against, because that was totally normal for man to do to another guy. Dante was starting to seriously question his motives. With his walking cane firmly grasped in his hand he leaned on it slightly, mostly because he was much too lazy to hold up his own weight. Somehow there was a sinking feeling in the bottom of his stomach that he was going to be much harder to get rid of then most people were. At least for the most part people didn’t approach the blind kid, which was okay for him, he just didn’t like them whispering behind his back like he couldn’t hear him. Once against, he wasn’t completely retarded despite the walking cane, which he always felt silly with when he dropped it or something, then he had to find it and pick it back up. At least that meant that it was lucky that he had a sister and not an older brother, because from what he heard from people whining about the behaviour on boys that just wasn’t fun. At least he didn’t have to wrestle his cane away from his sister, there; there was the bright side of something for a change.

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Tag; Dieter
Word count; 1 513
OoC; Ha! Completey!

[Dieter Auttenburg]

Sigh.

One could never be nice in this lifetime, maybe in medieval times, maybe during the Renaissance, but never on this one. He had just offered a kind noble smoothie to a little blind kid, pity the blind child hiding in the darkness unable to see the light of day (or else he’d get severe mortal allergies!), unable to see colors or shape. Unable to see when a car is passing by on the street at severely high speeds thus getting crushed under the mighty wheels of death. Now that is a sad story, might bring a tear to someone’ eye. Poor blind child! Doomed to never see the marvelous sights this world holds! (Like London’s contaminated Thame’s River! Or the local hobo-ian population!) and never to be able to tell his mother’s face apart from the rest and doomed to die lonely because really who wants to be with a person that need you to do everything for them? Maybe if it was like that story about the ugly girl and the blind guy, yeah, he could only get an ugly girl that no one would want and that’s kind of disgusting.

But his thoughts were scattering.

The point was, one would expect to be able to easily take pity off the young and blind. But Dieter had the strong urge to spit on his face, grab his walking cane, thump him in the forehead and run away into the blue. Then when the guy least expected it, sneak from behind him and trip him and whack him with his own cane, throw it twenty feet away from him and really run into the blue this time. And you know what would be best? The fact that he would never be able to identify who beat the crap out of him because of his lack of eyesight. Now wouldn’t that just be great? He could bet everything that a blind man’s was a serial killer’s dream stalking victim. Easier than taking candy from a baby. Of course the thought came across his mind since his line of work normally took him to talk to some very odd cases and serial killers happened to be upon his most favorite subjects of the dangerous kind. You know, cuffed up in his office, yeah, nothing could be better he was sure than staring a deadly killer than wants to eat your guts in the eye and asking him how does he feel about the fact that’s he’s in jail. Yeah, absolutely nothing.

Of course that was sarcasm. Like this guy’s sarcasm because his reply to Dieter’s offer once more happened to be something along the lines of this: ”Well I suppose if I don’t spend the next two hours over a sink then of course!” he declared. For a minute Dieter just stared at him as it to say “I’m not impressed” but he knew the little bastard couldn’t see so he jut let the silence stretch to make it awkward, and he had no urge to not make it awkward, just make it stretch out and drive the sightless teen nervous. After all, if he couldn’t see he could think Dieter was up to all sorts of evil deeds, like shoving a bug down his pants or throwing a rat at him. See? Enough to drive anyone’s teeth on edge.

However when he asked his sincere inquiry the youth seemed to take his question somewhat seriously. Which really overjoyed Dieter since so far the kid just seemed to be snappy and sarcastic and not helpful, really, if you asked him there was a certain line people had between being incapacitated (and thus grumpy) and being assholes. And this kid was one of those incapacitated assholes, of course he was pretty sure in that specific area his own father beat the little emo kid by miles and miles. Which is what would explain why he was particularly stubborn with this problem with no eyes. He had been living with a man without a leg for a good number of his years and the man was an asshole, no other way to describe him, he was an asshole, end of story. Dieter had this morbid curiosity to see if all disabled vampires were assholes or was it just the old and grumpy variety? In a way it was like a little experiment but the problem was most of this thoughts flitted by Dieter’s subconscious thus he never became aware of them and just would pitch his behavior in stubbornness and curiosity.

”Well its London isn’t it? The bills and coins are different sizes.” he said with a rather snobbish undertone, like he thought Dieter was some kind of retard. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes before he realized that it wouldn’t matter since the kid couldn’t see him and just to be an ass he did roll his eyes and smirked right after. He would’ve interrupted with some smart ass remark but from the way little emo dude was poised he could tell he hadn’t finished talking, so he did not interrupt the little emo dude and instead waited for him to finish explaining himself, hoping (not really) that he would actually enlighten someone and not be an ass about it. ”Or on a bad day I can ask for it all in singles. Fifty bucks and I want it all in singles bitch. No one tries to slip you a ten instead.” he added to Dieter’s amusement.

And it really was amusing Dieter couldn’t help chuckling and maybe even laughing a bit at the suggestion. Little asshole was right, the kid really did have a way around him, but it could be worse, he supposed, much worse for all he was worse. And he had caught a flash of amusement lighting his expression when Dieter had suggested messing with the cashier so he supposed he was just being an ass towards Dieter because he just wanted to be an ass to someone, nothing personal (or at least what Dieter told himself). “Ah, t’e expression would be priceless,” he chuckled, then turned to look at the other vampire “I bet that vins you a lot of dates with t’em, tough,” he said, chuckling a bit again.

”Now, why are you so insistent on me going to a smoothie stand?” he asked, draining all the fun out of the previous comment. It was such a contrast Dieter almost sighed, see? Just when the little emo dude was getting to be likeable he shits and pisses all over the whole thing. Couldn’t anyone these days just go with the flow? Would save Dieter a hell of a lot of work if they did. ”Is there some sort of 'one blind man, one free smoothie’ special?”

He chuckled at the little emo dude’s suggestion, now there was an unnecessarily cruel idea. “Naw,” he started, chuckling again at the suggestion “you fvould get offered smoothies by prostitutes and hobos t’en, always looking for easy money and food t’e little bastards are.” He paused in his conversation for a minute, thinking just picturing that type of banner hanging over the smoothie place, and under it the cashier’s death glare face. He chuckled again, “Besides t’at fvould a rather cruel joke,” he finished, wondering if someone had actually thought up that idea before and how unfair it would be for the little blind people.

But he decided to go ahead and answer the kid’s former question so he would maybe relent and grant Dieter’s one wish at an amusing encounter. “’Cause I fvant to piss of t’at cashier but my lovely face alone isn’t enough,” he said matter-of-factly “besides I just can’t let t’e chance slide of her encountering a little emo blind dude with temper issues,” he chuckled, throwing a glance a emo, blind and grumpy to check that he hadn’t somehow touched some forbidden code of blindness that would somehow make him snap and randomly attack and rip to shreds some bystander. “And if I couldn’t convince you to help me piss her off at least I’m pissing you off, t’e way I see it, it’s a vin-vin situation,” he finished with a smirk, turning his attention away from the vampire and towards his smoothie which needed some drinking.

Strawberry was such a blessed fruit.

“And I came up with t’at plan in like two minutes so I fvouldn’t suggest giving me time to come up with an even more diabolical plan,” he said as an afterthought, smirking delightfully and eyeing the kid’s grip on his cane, maybe if he kicked it hard enough it would either slide from his grasp or break in two, win-win situation right there and again. But that would wait, that would wait to see what little emo dude would do, maybe he’d agree to Dieter’s diabolical plan, maybe he would give him time to think more about it. It would all depend but he was pretty sure he got phase one of his evil plan hands down already.

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._. pure randomness, rofl idk wtf wrong with Dit, rofl.

[Dante Keareen]

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Apparently he brought a little amusement to that rather, interesting, individual much to his own dismay. The last thing he really wanted to do was to keep the bastard entertained. Though he figured that he already passed that part until it was almost too far to go back, and he couldn’t even walk away from this guy he was beginning to be a bit of a creep. Dante was going to have to get over it, maybe just ply this guy’s little child-like game, and then go home and never leave the building ever again. Yeah, that would work absolutely perfectly! Fantastically! Only if he didn’t find being coped up in his own home completely humiliating then it would have been the most perfect plan that has ever graced this God crafted land. Why did he even word it like that, he didn’t even believe in God, he was firm supporter of evolution, karma and life-fuckery. Dante was not really a sit around the camp fire and sing ‘kumbaya’ kind of person, despite what his own name would imply. Now he was suffering from classic teenage angst, and it was this person’s fault. Why couldn’t he just leave him alone, it wasn’t like he was bugging anyone sitting on that bench!

So Dante was rather prompted to say his earlier comment you see, which only seemed to entertain the man further. Not the effect that was going for. The guy laughed, the man whose name he did not know, laughed. Again. ”Naw” Pause for more chuckling. “you fvould get offered smoothies by prostitutes and hobos t’en, always looking for easy money and food t’e little bastards are.” Well that was true; he wasn’t a huge fan of homeless people. Sure, it was sad that those little hobo’s didn’t have a place to live, but they shouldn’t sleep on the sidewalk. No one is really that happy when they get a walking cane to the face in the middle of their sleep, he knew that he wouldn’t be all that appreciative. Actually he hated it when anyone interrupted him when he was at piece, a stick to the face didn’t even have to be in the equation to make him more than slightly annoyed. “Besides t’at fvould a rather cruel joke,” He supposed so, but you know there were a lot of things out there that just didn’t surprise him anymore, and he wasn’t even two hundred years old yet.

Do you know what would have been absolutely perfect? If that guy left at that statement, moseyed on by in his merry little way, it would have been absolutely fantastic. It was Dante’s own fault that he continued to talk though; he should have kept his own mouth shut, pretended he was deaf as well when he walked up in the first place. Don’t you hate it when good idea’s hit you later on in the game? “’Cause I fvant to piss of t’at cashier but my lovely face alone isn’t enough,” Now it made perfect sense, random acts of kindness don’t happen unless they wish to have something in return. Annoying a cashier, very juvenile, he should have picked up on that sooner. “Besides I just can’t let t’e chance slide of her encountering a little emo blind dude with temper issues,” That was almost worthy of a head hang in shame and a sigh. He was not emotional, temperamental maybe, blind of course, but he was definitely not emotional. Add defensive to that list too, apparently he was very defensive when it came to these topics. Everyone called him emo; he didn’t even know what the fuck that was! Couldn’t someone give him the courtesy of mentioning what it was really?

No, he didn’t mention what he thought about that. Just hung his head in shame and sighed out an almost surrendering sigh. “And if I couldn’t convince you to help me piss her off at least I’m pissing you off, t’e way I see it, it’s a vin-vin situation,” Then, he stopped talking. Quiet, peace and quiet. Minus of course, the irritating sound of a smoothie being slurped through a straw, but it wasn’t near as annoying as the sound of that German guy’s voice. He thought it was a German accent anyway; pretty sure, he wasn’t a person that really was wrong when it came down to these kinds of things. He was pretty much fail in the sight department, so he wasn’t about to go ahead and fail the test for the rest of the senses known to man either. Dante wouldn’t let himself slip down to human standards, which would just be too humiliating for even the most egotistical person to manage. He just found humans in general to be very annoying and not very bright; pretty much every single one was trying to get revenge for the murder of their long lost twin-cousin twice removed by step-marriage.

Maybe he should just go with it, he was wondering if being stubborn was even worth it at this point. Humour the guy and then leave and never see him again. That would be if the world was perfect, and somehow he figured at this point that it just wasn’t. “And I came up with t’at plan in like two minutes so I fvouldn’t suggest giving me time to come up with an even more diabolical plan,” It was almost like the German guy was really trying too hard to get him to walk over to the smoothie stand, store, shop, whatever. Though he doubted very much that he had the ability to format and execute a diabolical plan, it just didn’t seem to be in his grasp of talents. Especially considering that he wanted to bug a blind guy for ten minutes, just to forcefully move him to a cashier, to annoy her. That wasn’t evil; it was just annoying, almost as evil as a little girl in pig-tails. This was a moment where he would put a sign on his palm saying “Insert forehead here”. Just go with it, was basically the only thing he was telling himself, go with it and be out of there in five minutes. Being stubborn must be a horrible trait, especially when it’s a battle of the stubborn.

Sigh. That’s the only thing he could do at this point. Taking off the weight that he was leaning against on the cane, he brought it back to his side. This was just one of those days he should have spent in bed. ”Well then let’s go, lead me to this mythical cashier of which you speak.” Okay, if he was over there when he initially ran into that guy, and he was walking from that direction. His smoothie must have been more full since he was still slurping on it this whole while, so by the power of deduction. The smoothie stand was over on the left somewhere. Dante took a couple of steps in that direction, pausing for a moment just to hear if he was being told that he was going the wrong way. Though he was sure he was right, people liked to be dicks and prove him incorrect anyway. ”I’d hate to see any other twisted plans you have,” Sarcasm without the sarcastic tone, an art form that he very much enjoyed. Being a sarcastic, egotistical, temperamental, and not emotional little teenage brat, he was pretty much flawless at playing that game at this point. Why change if you were already perfect to begin with?

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Tag; Dieter
Word count; 1 272
OoC; Dx , Dante has returned, kind of. Just shoot me please.

[Dieter Auttenburg]

A crack, wide and worn ran through the sidewalk. It seemed to cut deep into the cement, splitting from somewhere barely a foot away from the bench and making its way until the very edge, splitting in two before abruptly ending. It was almost like some had tried to wrench the crack open but gave up and soon the edges had worn out by the trampling of feet day in and day out. Bits of pieces of some paper and even a cigarette had been either thrown lightly over the crack only to be flattened against it by hurrying feet or forcibly pushed there. A man, scruffy and sick-looking had noticed the crack –or so it appeared that he did and thus he gave it a wide berth, raising his foot almost comically so over the thing and making sure to not step on it. Step on a crack, break your mother’s back. The superstitious old dolt must have believed that or in some way found a good reason to avoid stepping on it, because as he crossed cleanly over the crack he swiveled his head to look back to see if he had stepped on it then continued his merry way.

A woman caught the toe of her shoe on a particularly high edge and tripped, but hastily regained her balance and turned to look nervously around to see if someone had noticed, her eyes flitted about before she straightened her jacket with a tug and continued gingerly on. Another man, bald and weary even paused to look at the crack while he waited for the traffic to clear. However most of these people didn’t even look down even once, cell phones blared, people chattered, footsteps echoed, people laughed, a man sniffled loudly, a child squealed, a mother yelped and tugged at a boy’s shirt, a group of teenagers snickered and snorted with laughter. Someone even yelled loudly so that you could catch bits and pieces of their scattered, senseless conversation.

“Yeah! Didn’t you see the news?”

“I don’t… -but that’s!”

Dieter frowned, all this noise was a bit too much for his tastes and the shrieking voices did not help. People around these parts were always in some kind of hurry or were trying to kill each other. Shrieking, screaming little things they were –it wasn’t wise to spend too much times on the streets unless you wanted to loose a considerable amount of your hearing. At times, mostly when everyone was suppose to be at work, the streets would settle down, people would still be in hurries, stepping on toes and yanking at your shirt, but at least there wasn’t any of the tile searing, ear splitting screaming that usually went on during the rush hour. Right now if he would have looked at the street he would have seen how a flashy red car cut right in front of a trashy blue one and gave him the finger followed by a lot of honking and cursing.

But Dieter had shaken himself from the slight daze and instead has rested his gaze on the blind kid. Little emo dude didn’t seem to be up to much rather than thinking –he hardly reacted when Dieter spoke, if anything, he seemed to be in some great internal pain or fussing over his own thoughts too much. The only reaction he would get would either be a slight tightening of his fingers on his cane or perhaps tension in his jaw or release of it –in fact, it quite bothered the psychiatrist. Normally people would at least hint with their eyes –to drop their gaze, to glance nervously around, the pupils would dilate, their eyes would narrow to angry slits, they would arch a brow, look at your sideways. There were so many emotions that one could decipher by a simple glance but because this kid was obviously blind most of it was lost in translation. He wouldn’t glance around because there was no point in it, he wouldn’t drop his gaze because he didn’t have a gaze. Without the sight Dieter was limited to other body movement like the tension in the forehead and jaws, his posture, his fingers, his feet, anything like that to be able to detect and perhaps possible guess what the boy was thinking. It was his job, after all, to be able to know what people were thinking.

He sighed then suddenly seemed resigned. Dieter didn’t interrupt, however, merely rose a brow in anticipation, waiting patiently (not really) for what the little emo dude had to say. ”Well then let’s go, lead me to this mythical cashier of which you speak.” he grumbled and rose to a stand, fingers tightening around his cane, shifting his hold slightly. Dieter couldn’t help but smile delightedly –even if the other vampire couldn’t see it. He hauled himself to stand next to the other vampire, smoothie straw still clamped firmly between his lips, taking large gulps all at once from it so that the sounds that would come were not the hideous slurping but rather loud gulps.

“Follow the yellow brick road?” Dieter chuckled –the words were more directed to himself than anything else since he wasn’t sure the little emo dude would even know what he was talking about (he strongly doubted blind vampires took in the habit of going to see lame movies, or movies of any kind for that matter, after all they couldn’t exactly see them). But still, it might be an added bonus if the kid would actually understand the joke. In fact, Dieter made the silent promise not to annoy the kid too much if he somehow knew the movie and he’d also promised himself he’d leave him alone after that if he began singing the song (yes singing, or at least humming), because that would just make Dieter’s day! It wasn’t everyday that some blind emo dude with temper issues started singing to the tune of the rather crappy Wizard of Oz, in fact scratch that, if little blind emo dude somehow happened to know the song he I would run home and give me deranged cousin my credit car account number. And I don’t expect that would go very well.

”I’d hate to see any other twisted plans you have,”

Dieter rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly, noticing that the little emo dude had already picked his way towards the stand. If it would’ve been anyone else he wouldn’t shrugged it off, but since most people have the full use of their eyes it was something to see how he seemed to know exactly from where Dieter had come from and was already picking his way through the crowd. The vampire hurried too little emo dude’s side looking surprised (but of course he couldn’t see) so he thought he should give the little emo thing something to work with. “Y’know t’at’s pretty observant of you,” he said cheerfully, then noticing his mistake he had to hold back either a “gasp” of horror or a burst of manic giggles, because the truth was his emotions seemed to split both ways “Sorreh, poor choice of fvords, gee, vhat’a you know! Being blind even limits your vocabulary,” he added cheerfully as an afterthought, split between hoping it would tick the kid or getting some sort of positive reaction out of him.

Just moments after the words left his mouth however he caught sight of the sniggering teens again. One had made his way closer to little blind dude and just after emo dude’s cane flashed through the spot the other guy stuck his foot which would surely cause little emo dude to trip.

He didn’t even realize what was happening but surely enough Dieter stuck his hand, grabbed the kid’s shoulder and yanked him “gently” back (as gently as a vampire can manage when acting instinctively). A burst of laughter erupted form the teens and the other guy gingerly retreated his foot and flashed a cruel little smile before bouncing back to his buddies. Dieter simply gazed at them, rather perplexed at the whole situation. It wasn’t that just moments earlier he had been considering to trip the kid mind you (because he seriously had considered making him fall flat on his face) it was the fact they had done it instead of him, a difference that would prove rather crucial because surely if Dieter had been the one to try to trip emo blind dude he would be amused. But this was not so the case and since he barely had time to register the hypocrisy of it all his temper flared.

“Assholes,” he muttered “d’ya always get people trying to make you fall flat on yer face?” he asked mildly, not really expecting an answer before letting go of the kid’s shoulder and turning towards the smoothie stand.

Gee, it must be tougher than he envisioned being blind.

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>.> now he's all serious, ahhh this isn't fun. rofl.