Survive (Open)

[tosh]

Tosh had first stumbled through surrey a week before he hit London, despite there relative closeness. To begin with he was just going to find some barn or something to hide in for the day. He was found, pale, cold, and asleep, still rather ragged from his little outdoors adventure of the past couple of years, the old man who found him waited until sundown to disturb him, knowing full well what the young man was, and most likely wondering whether or not the young one was going to bite his head off when he woke. Tosh, however, was the vampire form of a vegan, no human and had never thought once about the old man being a food source. The old man took him in for a few days, gave him some clothes, since Tosh's were barely shreds of fabric by that time, and schooled him on the local topography. Tosh parted from the old man, only to return a few months later to find that he'd died. At first Tosh figured natural cause, at least until about a week ago that is.

He'd seen the old man in London, but it wasn't the same old man. Something was different. It had been crowded and Tosh hadn't been able to pick up on any distinct heart beat or scent. He searched for three nights before deciding he needed to go check the old guy's house in Surrey. Of course there'd probably be someone else living there but he still needed to check it out. Just to make sure but now, standing on the dusty dirt path, winding through the over grown, half-dead lawn, up to the beat to-hell porch. The house had fallen into disrepair seeming to not have been occupied in some time. The moon had yet to rise, but it was still late in the evening, almost 11, and the pale shaggily garbed young vampire looked upon the run-down house like a child does onto a fallen hero. He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his black long-sleeved t-shirt, he felt tears coming and he wasn't about to cry in the old man's yard. He shoved a hand into the right front pocket of a pair of black with red trim Tripp pants with the chains and hand-cuffs done up in an 'X' across his backside.

He tore out a pack of cigarettes, Pall Mall Reds, and a Tweaker-Lighter from his pocket. He deftly flicked open the top and gently caressed one of the white cancer sticks out and between his lips, lighting it with a quick flick of his thumb across the flint and striker of the lighter. He dropped the objects back into his pocket, taking a long hard drag as he trudged up the porch and to the front door. Tosh took the Door knob in his hand and twisted slightly. It stuck for a second before something inside snapped and the handle came out cleanly. He stuck his finger in the resulting hole, feeling around for the locking mechanism, which he soon found and quickly ripped out of the door. With the mechanism gone, the door lazily drifted open leaving a gap just wide enough for the young man to slip through. He stuck his foot over the threshold and crossed into the black.

((Note: Example of what Tosh's pant's look like, for those that don't know what Tripp is. www.amazon.com/dp/B000UZCHTW/ref=asc_df_B000UZCHTW826030/?tag=shopzilla_rev_5-20&linkCode=asn ))

[abbie]

Laylah had been walking alone in London and had decided to go find something to eat. Though there was plenty of humans in London itself she didn't like feeding on humans that she walked with everyday. It just bothered her for some reason. That was why she hunted in Scurry. It was a horrid place for someone like her to be. Though the humans there seemed to be afraid of her. They had every right to be, but she only hunted when she was hungry. Which for her was about two times every night. It kept the population down and was a nice means of clearing out the population of London that was hardly even there. Laylah never really seemed to care what others though about her hunting here. She wore the usual outfit. Black Jeans with chains on them, a sexy snug fitting corset top that showed off a bit of her belly, a lace black choker, and deep black leather boots. Laylah liked these kind of outfits. They seemed to radiate the whole mysterious thing and they were perfect to party in later. Though Laylah was out for hunting she still didn't seem to pay much attention to what was going on around her. She could scent the humans odor heavy on the night air. She inhaled a few times. The usual smell of humans and their blood coursing through their veins. Her fangs seemed to tremble with the lust for blood. She hadn't had any at all since the night before. It would be her first kill of the night. She always loved the first kill for some reason.

As she came up along a dirt road a new scent hit her. it was odd for the place that she was. Another Vampire. She snarled a bit. Someone was moving in on her turf. This place had been hers for a while now. the other vampires didn't seem to like hunting here or even coming here. She wondered why someone was coming here now. Laylah's urge to hunt pulled her after the house she had been heading for. Her body slinking through the shadows to get to the luscious blood. The Vampiress however needed to find out what was going on first. She wanted to know why another Vampire was moving in here to hunt. There was plenty of humans in the city to eat. Then again she did hunt here too. Someone could ask the same of her. She followed her sense of smell all the way to an old dirt road that lead to a piece of shit house like the rest. She closed her eyes and allowed her smell to pick up cigarette smoke as well. So the Vampire was a smoker. She was now more curious rather than mad that another vampire was here. Laylah stepped lightly as to not sound her presence. Slinking up through the darkness. She saw a man standing in the doorway to the house. Her bright green eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. Laylah looked around before she took another step forward. She was completely exposed. Though she had about three different daggers on her she still felt like she was out in the open. Not wanting to seem rude she cleared her throat.

Are you looking for someone? Or a bite to eat?

Laylah's deep red bangs hung down in her face while the rest of her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her smile gleamed in the moonlight with a sort of seduction. Laylah's half inch fangs questioning whether he wanted to fight or whether this was a peaceful greeting. Her left hand slid around to the back of her pants. The dagger hidden on the back of her pants was right there. the movement seemed casual enough to her but she was completely on attack mode. She was ready for anything he threw at her.



Laylah's Outfit:
Pants
Shirt
Shoes

[tosh]

When the woman spoke, tosh damn near jumped out of his skin, however the woman would have to have been right in front of him to see that. 'What am I doin' here? How's that any of your bussiness?' The thought crossed his mind and he paused, he couldn't say that. He'd probably get your head torn off. She was far quieter the Tosh was, and she didn't breath, no heart-beat. Tosh breathed purely out of habit, and because it made him fell a little more human. Set him apart from the other monsters, but not far enough to be human. "Neither, the one I'm looking for's already dead." He stepped through the gap with this, which, he hoped, would be enough for this new monster to leave. He wanted to be left alone for this, he needed to be left alone for this. Wet lines rolled grew across his cheeks from beneath his hazel orbs. This was to emotional a moment to be bothered by some fucking monster.

The front room, despite it's run down and cob-web ridden state, was still recognizable as a warm home, at least it looked like it had once been. The room was small, and was more a wide hall-way then a room. The room seemed to have not been entered in quite some time, this made especially apparent by the large dog skeleton sprawled out on the floor. Tosh knelt down next to the once very big and very ferrocious blood hound, that was now a pittiful skeleton, a pale lamnent of what it had once been. Tosh figured the dog had died of starvation or dehidration. It was a sad thing to see, but so as death is. Despite seeing death as a tragic experience, and more of dramatic change in life, like pueberty on steroids, his still found it sad, figuered he always would. But that mattered little right now, he was on a mission, to find out if the old man was really dead. Tosh walked to the door at the end of the hall and turned the handle. The door opened cleanly, now scrapping of metal like a kicked in lock, the only idication on this door being as old as it was, was a loud audible screech coming off of the door hinges. The other side of the door was not as clean as the rest of the house, the roof had caved in an the second floor, and fallen through the floor down into the living room. By looking at it, a person wouldn't have known that the man had a bathroom upstairs, once, but it was there, now somewhere crushed beetwen the roof and first floor ceiling. The house had been falling apart when Tosh first came there, but the old man kept it together, but it seemed now that he was the only thing keeping that house together, seeing as there was now an impossibly huge spider web spanning the entirety of the whole in the ceiling. Tosh took a step in, the rotted wood creaked under his weight, which made him worry about the large pile of debris near the back of the room. He feared moving toward it, for the simple reason that his weight might be all it would take for the floor to give way. The rest of the room was empty though, and Tosh could see the place where it might have all gone through. A rather large double pane window was shattered, a long wooden curtain rod hanging over it, bare save for a few determined scraps that had either not been torn off by the wind or fell to the other elements. Tosh sighed, now forgeting the woman who he'd left out in the yard. He lifted the little smoke stack in his hand to his lips and took a drag. HE quickly plucked the cigarette from between his lips and let the smoke waft up to his nostrils and down into his lungs. Despite his sense of smell being slightly muted by the smoke, Tosh could still pick out the distinct smells of must, mold and rust. The old place had to be riddled with cute little infectious thing to produce those smells so strongly. He expelled the smoke from between his lips and sighed, taking the first few steps across the room to the pile of bathroom, roof, and floor.

[abbie]

Laylah watched as he answered her and then left her standing there. He was obviously ignoring her but she didn't care. her curiosity was getting the better of her tonight and she was OK with that. She didn't intend to follow him. She simply walked up to the porch and leaned against the rail letting her eyes follow him up and into the house. She inhaled to get the smell of the house and who he may be looking for or what. The only thing she got back was mold and death. Something she was not expecting. She sat there for a second or two and then followed him. As silently as she could she walked behind him. At first she wwas worried he ould turn on her but he seemed to pay her no mind. Or he didn't realize she was right there following him. Her red bangs flowing in to her eyes. As she entered the house she paused at the dog. How sad and yet somehow her unbeating heart could care less. It was cruel but she had nothing to feel for this place. She entered the living room and took a small look aorund and then backed out. She followed him to the wreckage and stood behind him.

[tosh]

The next few steps would have been many short steady strides, if Tosh were generally a cautious person; this, Tosh was not. He vaulted across the room toward the pile of debris, and cleared the distance in three long strides. This however, proved to be a huge mistake; when Tosh's foot touched down his fears about the structural integrity of the floor were realized. It started as a simple snap, Tosh had managed to plant both feet firmly on top of the debris before the floor buckled in on itself, bringing Tosh down with it. It was a quick 4 second, 10 foot drop down into the basement, sending Tosh tumbling into the far wall, hidden under the first level floor.

Tosh had found the source of the smell, it was stronger now that he was right in it. All around him, a reddish brown mold grew, from every crack in the wall and floor. Tosh, sat upon the source of the death smell; piled, haphazardly below him sat three, half rotted corpses, their crimson fluid apparently what had been feeding the mold. Tosh pushed himself back onto his feet, crushing a skull, snapping three ribs, and shattering a femur. He however, got out unscathed, physically. His metal state had degraded some what however.

"So, I did see the old fuck...," he stated to himself, his voice heavy with the pain of know that's how the old man went out, "But which is he?" Tosh turned back to the stack of bodies,inspecting them almost. He figured that, if the old man were to have been turned into a vampire he would have gone for the blood, but the bodies were to rotted to tell whether or not the were torn apart. It seemed to the wound boy that, until not to long ago, the old man had been in the house, probably even used it quite often still, for something or another.