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Post by László on Apr 26, 2009 18:16:07 GMT -5
Really not having anywhere else to go, and not wanting to get tangled up in the infirmary, he fled back to the homeless shelter. The cut on his forehead had finally stopped bleeding, though he looked rather awful at the moment as the blood had run down one side of his face.
He headed straight for his room, hoping nobody else in the building saw him. It would be hard to explain this.
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 26, 2009 18:21:14 GMT -5
John had been changing the sheets in the rooms and was exiting when he heard someone come up the stairs, when he noticed it was the boy László that Isa has sent over he smiled. "Good evening it's nice to see-" once he grew closer though John could see the panic on his voice, without thinking John grabbed the boys bare arms with his hands, forgetting about his gloves.
And was hit with a wave of memories.
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Post by László on Apr 26, 2009 18:24:23 GMT -5
László wavered, not merely from John grabbing his arm but from a sudden bizarre feeling that left him reeling and feeling dizzy. He somehow managed to pull his arm out of John's hand and stumbled a bit back, bracing himself against the wall.
He stared at the other man, wide-eyed.
"What the hell was that?"
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 26, 2009 19:09:15 GMT -5
John stepped back, the boy's memories still blazing in his mind "Oh my" John whispered "oh my you poor boy."
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Post by László on Apr 26, 2009 19:19:10 GMT -5
He kept staring at John.
"What just happened?"
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 26, 2009 19:21:07 GMT -5
John looked up at Laszlo with wide eyes "I-I'm a psychic..." he said as if it didn't matter, and to him at the moment, it didn't, what mattered was what he had seen "they're real..."
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Post by László on Apr 26, 2009 19:24:06 GMT -5
"Psychic." He said, almost no inflection in his voice.
Well, why not? If his life was going to go all weird on him, then it made sense that something like that would happen.
"Right."
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 26, 2009 19:33:30 GMT -5
John grabbed his gloves from his pockets and put them on and then grabbed Laszlo's neck "It's true, you've been bitten, was it from tonight?"
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Post by László on Apr 26, 2009 19:38:18 GMT -5
He flinched back from John, still staring, not sure what to make of him now.
"No. It was two nights ago."
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 26, 2009 19:56:35 GMT -5
"How was it that you have not changed?" John's eyes darted back and forth between Laszlo's.
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Post by László on Apr 26, 2009 20:00:11 GMT -5
"Uh, don't you have to, y'know, die first?"
He knew about vampire stories--he thought they'd been neat, as a kid--and while he hadn't read anything about them in a while he was pretty sure about you having to die first.
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 26, 2009 20:07:28 GMT -5
John recalled what he had read in the book Isa had given him about vampires and nodded "Than this vampire, he stopped?" John couldn't understand why one such as a vampire, who had the opportunity to feed on such a lad, would... stop.
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Post by László on Apr 26, 2009 20:13:46 GMT -5
László shuddered a little.
"Isn't it enough that this happened to begin with?"
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Post by John Bristow on Apr 26, 2009 20:21:42 GMT -5
"Well of course, yes, I'm sorry" he had seen and known many people's and many things since moving to Paris, it was rare, that he would be shocked by any of it.
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Post by László on Apr 26, 2009 20:29:30 GMT -5
He stood up straight, not needing the wall for support anymore.
"Can I go? I need to get cleaned up."
He gestured at the slowly drying mess of blood on the side of his face.
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