action 004 [Backdated to day 3 of the event]

[kch_kch]

[So after two days of wondering if he's a monster and avoiding everyone who smells delicious in the most awful way possible, Miguel's finally given in. He can't hide in this room forever, right?

So he's ventured out, keeping close to the shadows since he has no idea what he looks like now that the mirrors don't work.

He was pretty once. ;_;]


((ooc: still computerless so replies will be sloooow but I wanted to get this in before backdating was totally uncool. :<))

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[ironlass.livejournal.com]

[ Hey.

Hey.

Hey Miguel.

Hi. Guess who is walking down the hall. Guess. ]

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[Ohhhhh dear. Time to hide behind some furniture and bite his fist aaaargh.]

[ironlass.livejournal.com]

[But don't you want to say hi? ...Even if she is carrying around one of her rifles. But, she won't shoot. It's totally a bluff. ]

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[Miguel may or may not know what a gun is, the internet can't decide on the dates. So his major reaction is still oh God oh God don't eat her she's innocent and short.

He's just going to knock his head on this table, Tulio-style.]

[ironlass.livejournal.com]

[ Hey she is not short. She is a perfectly average height for a thirteen year old okay??? Gosh.

Unfortunately the thumping noise of him hitting his head grabs her attention. She turns quickly, lifting up her rifle. ]

Who's there?

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[OCCASIONALLY she is short.

...And this was stupid of him. The charade is done.

Miguel stands up, taking a few steps away from her just to be safe.]

It's just me.

[ironlass.livejournal.com]

[ Maybe he is just too tall, hmmm?

The rifle is put down with a sigh of relief. It's just her explorer bro. ]

Oh, hi Miguel! Sorry for pointing the gun at you.

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[...Well he's shorter than Tulio.

Miguel takes a step closer despite himself, hands fisting tightly.]

It's...okay.

[He lifts his head to look at her.]

I'm not well, Jade. You should stay away.

[ironlass.livejournal.com]

If you're sick, I really shouldn't be leaving you alone! [ She looks at him curiously. He's acting so strange. And with the way things are going-- oh.

WELP. ]

Unless you are a... um.. you know.

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

I'm...sorry.

[He doesn't know what else to say. He doesn't know why he's taking steps forward.

God, he's a monster.]

[ironlass.livejournal.com]

Sorry?

[ Her eyes dart to his feet and then to his face. He's not a monster, and even even if he was adventure bros stick together. Gosh they need some sort of anthem or something. ]

Are you..um..hungry?

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[Final Countdown comes to mind. Something like that.

Miguel's eyes close.] Yes. You should...go.

[Then again, if she runs maybe that'll make him want to give chase...]

[ironlass.livejournal.com]

Well if you want...

[ She looks to the side and the grip on her rifle tightens. She doesn't want to be, but she is scared. ]

You can have some of my blood? N-not all of it! I need that to live. But enough to not be starving I guess? Maybe? ..Wait do I turn into a vampire if you bite me? That sounds sooo uncomfortable! I don't think I would like the taste of blood...

[ NERVOUS RAMBLING IS GO. ]

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[Miguel shakes his head.] I am not going to hurt you. Ever.

[ironlass.livejournal.com]

It won't hurt!




Okay it probably will but that's okay. It's better then you attacking someone that could hurt you...??

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

I can't.

[ironlass.livejournal.com]

Stop that! I'm offering to help you, as a friend.

It's not like this is your fault.

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

I'm a monster...

[He's itching to move...not that he's sure whether he's going to pounce or flee.]

[neverhadenough.livejournal.com]

[Tulio is freaking out. Miguel got loose and people are being especially bite-y and he's just a little too good-looking for that. So he's armed himself with a Spanish-style pike blade (http://www.icollector.com/images/1186/19561/19561_0382_2_lg.jpg) on a long spar of wood, and he's braving the hallways trying to find his stupid, inconceivably idiotic partner, who has completely disappeared from sight and is probably getting himself maimed or gutted or killedohgod.]

Miguel?

[Sliding around a corner, being especially panicky particularly calm, Tulio stops to listen to his own heart pounding in his ears.

Cristo, this place is dangerous.]

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[Shitshitshit he does not want to eat his best friend.

His stomach and the saliva pooling in his mouth say differently, but deep down, no, no, he's not going to, he's not...standing up and walking towards--]

Tulio.

[neverhadenough.livejournal.com]

Are you...okay?

[He loosens his grip on the pike just a bit, straightening his posture. By this time, normally, Miguel would have at least come over and done the other half of their secret handshake.]

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[Miguel's hands are shaking, however. He clutches at his sides, willing himself to stop, begging his feet to halt, wishing he'd been a little more truthful when he'd said he was a god...

But he can't, and here he is, a foot away, eyes rolling up to meet Tulio's.]

No.

[neverhadenough.livejournal.com]

[Almost immediately, Tulio jumps to the worst-case-scenario.]

What's wrong? Did you get bitten by one of those bite-y people? Are you hurt? Are you bruised? Did you witness a murder? Is there a body? Do we have to hide it?

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

[Mierda. He can't, he can't--

Miguel hisses and suddenly he's got Tulio pinned against the wall.]

Shut up.

[neverhadenough.livejournal.com]

[ASDFGHJKL WHAT EVEN

He flails spastically, being a little longer-limbed than Miguel.]

Miguel, what do you think you're doing?

[kch-kch.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I don't know...

[Why does Tulio smell so good?]