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 Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 10:44 pm
Briarheart Asylum
Named after the rather brilliant psychiatrist Shamus Briarheart whom founded the building's construction this impressive institute was, for many years, a respected part of the City's reputation. Considered a safe haven for those unable to function with the rest of society they welcomed any 'lost' souls brought through their doors, though strangely few ever walked out again. This held true when, a while back, the entire property became a dead zone.. Rumored to be the scene of a mass murder. The City, as if refusing to admit this blemish, swept it under the table and abandoned the building to its fate. It is the home of Steven Wailen, and Maximum.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 12:02 am
 For the right person..
The Asylum was quiet as Max closed the front door behind himself, absently turning the lock.. more out of habit than any real concern for safety. No, in reality, it was likely safer outside even at this time of night. He had learned to 'hide' using his barrier the moment he came.. well.. home; It didn't always spare him from his companion's wrath but recently he had noticed the attacks had lessened.. Why that was, the demon could only wonder, but on some level he hoped their encounters didn't stop entirely. It was fun, running through the maze of rooms and hiding.. It made his heart race.
Sadly he didn't have the energy tonight, having worked both the morning and night shift he barely had the energy to keep his barrier in place as he navigated his way to his 'room' in the Kitchen.. juggling a number of grocery bags that contained the ingredients for their next week's worth of meals. Since taking up residency in this place he started waking early to prepare two servings of breakfast.. neatly wrapping it and leaving it on the tray he'd set up outside the kitchen door for his companion. Then he left for work, returning a few hours later briefly to replace the breakfast plate with a lunch box before leaving again to catch his night job. Exhausted by the end of each night he would return to the asylum shortly after midnight, cleaning the dishes meticulously... and then, if he had the energy, stepping out into the dark hallways to bait his companion into a game of cat and mouse as he tried to clean the place little by little.
Shaking his head at these thoughts he dismissed the urge, quickly putting away his ingredients in the many different refrigerators and cabinets.. and became distracted with the process as he recalled the half eaten dishes still waiting to be cleaned by the sink. Something healthy, he hadn't touched the vegetables on today's plate so maybe I'll try a pasta dish tomorrow.. The Kitchen, so far, seemed like a safe base for him.. his guard dropped along with his barrier the moment the Kitchen's door closed behind him. For this reason he didn't think twice about leaving his back to the door as Max paused in his work to fish a cigarette out of his back pocket, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as he struck a match absently.. Lighting up as that annoying warmth seeped into his chest. Still, he eats the food I leave him..
.. Death isn't so bad.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 12:43 am
 Steven was agitated most of the time, mainly because the guy there seem to not stay dead, however the other seemed to like leaving him meals, and they tasted pretty good. 'Huh, guess he likes this place and me killin' him every so often....suicidal much?' he thought as he looked around his place some. He blinked as he started to hear the guys thoughts. "The hell?........most of the time I don't really hear him..........must be something up...eh....guess I can be sociable, just this once......" he muttered to himself as he got up from his bed and was about to go into the kitchen area, when he heard someone else's noisy thoughts, 'Looks like we got restock,' he thought as a insane grin graced his lips. He then started to stalk the other person, who was clueless to say the least of his presence after what seemed like forever he quickly charged at the person as he pinned them down and before they could really scream he leaned down and ripped out their throat with his teeth. He was now sitting on them. "Hehehe, stupid, now then, let's see what the chef can cook up with you?" he said smirking. He got up and without a care slung his kill over his shoulder and started carrying it to the kitchen. And with the short cuts he knows of he was in there in a matter of minutes. "Hey, you know I never really have thanked you for the food, so thanks, also what type of meal can you make outta this guy?" he asked as he stood behind him still smiling and even more bloody now then he normally is.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 1:18 am
For the right person..
That voice was like a lightning bolt, rumbling from right behind him and earning a strong tremor up Max's spine. It was the resulting kick of adrenaline that gave him the energy smack his mental barrier briefly back into place, the male looking over his shoulder slowly.. and scanning Steven from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet. It was the first time he'd actually seen him, and that the guy had bothered to speak.. Not that he could register what he said at first over the erratic thumping in his chest.
It took a few moments to gather himself, his barrier flagging.. before he gave up the attempt entirely, well aware that if he'd wanted to kill him again Steven would have done so already. Christ, the smell of blood is making me hungry.. what did he say? Rubbing his temple he let his gaze wonder over the figure again, pausing to linger on the corpse slung over the male's shoulder. Ah yes, 'thank you' and food. So he liked it.. Grasping the cigarette between his index and middle finger the Demon exhaled to the side, away from Steven and his unexpected gift. " That depends. It smells like.. human? No.." With his free hand he reached up, casually stroking his thumb across the blood on Steven's lower lip before withdrawing it.. tasting the liquid curiously as his gaze narrowed in thought. " Shifter. Healthier, but the meat isn't as tender."
Gesturing for him to place the corpse on the counter to his right Max took another hit on his cig.. Trying in vain to seem indifferent. It was easier with the meat distracting him, tomorrow he'd have to clean it and preserve the useful bits for cooking but it was a welcome find. Tonight he'd get it in one of the unused freezers to keep it fresh. " How do you feel about stew, Mr..?"
.. Death isn't so bad.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 1:44 am
He laughed a bit as he saw the new guy jump and freak out for him sneaking up, 'That was so worth it!' he thought. "Shifter, huh?......well not too bad," he muttered with a shrug as went to go put the meat up for him. "Eh, the name's Steven, but you can call me Steve if you want also Stew sounds good to me, and your name is?" he asked him as he turned and looked at him, in this light one could see his torn up straight jacket easily. A few of the locals started to call him, 'Straight Jacket Steve' which he thought sounded cool and stupid at the same time. "Question for you, since I have eaten a good amount of your flesh what really are you?" he asked as he leaned against the wall not minding the noise he makes too much, now that he is a bit more, uh calmer after his kill. The real main reason he hasn't killed him as often as he use to mainly because he was avoiding him, after the first time he came back it actually freaked him the hell out enough that when he saw him again he killed him. That night he lost count how many times he killed the poor guy. When ever he did it now a days it was mainly because of stress and being annoyed. He liked the fact that he was able to restock the kitchen a bit. Though for a while there he had to cook on his own. Which turned out alright. He knew how to make mean hamburgers and simple things out of the meats. Though he only ate a few veggies from the garden out back. Because of freshness and of what he uses to feed them gave them a way better taste then any other type of veggie out there. "Oh, another thing, you don't have to really buy much groceries, just get like milk eggs and what not, produce and meat is easy to find here," he explained to him as he kept leaning on the counter beside the other.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 2:29 am
For the right person..
Steve, huh.. " Spices and herbs are just as important.. unless you are going to plant them for me and learn how to catch birds and fish, I'll keep buying what I want." The retort was a dry, slightly mumbled past the cig between his lips.. And he didn't seem to regret the sass even a little as he flashed a brooding stare towards Steven; Noting the state of the guy's close before giving a faint shake of his head. It suited him, he had almost offered to find him actual clothing but he looked natural in that torn up thing. Even more strange was the fact that, despite their exchanges up to this point, he felt perfectly comfortable with the guy's presence. He'd expected something along the lines of disappointment, maybe a gentle pang that would have freed him from the juvenile infatuation.. But the more he spoke, the less Max had faith in that plan.
Placing his hand on his hip as he offered the other towards the male to shake. " Max, your personal Demon Chef.. when you feel like cooked food, not my throat." The guy hadn't been kidding, how many times had he killed him so far.. It was honestly impressive. Defiant quip aside, he did take note of what Steve told him about the supplies.. mentally ordering himself to locate the garden tomorrow to see what they had going.
.. Death isn't so bad.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 2:59 am
"Well there are some herbs in the garden as well, so, eh, the other things you got down pat," Steve said back, not really taken aback from his bluntness or gloomy look. Steven looked at his hand after a moment and raised his to shake it as well. His hand was bloody and his nails were sharpened to points noting that sometimes he won't use his teeth. And would use his claws to kill a person, "Max........a simple and easy name to remember," he nodded to this. "Oh, and I think you'll like my garden vegetables a lot better then the store," he smirked at that thought. He pulled his hand back a bit after a moment and kind of left Max's hand bloody. He then stretched some, though it kind of looked like he was showing Max his toned and lean body off. Since he has been alone for a while, he doesn't really know how to act around a new person. "........you already know about my, uh, curse, right?" he asked him as he cocked an eyebrow at him once he was done getting the kinks out of his body.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 6:13 pm
For the right person..
If he were honest he half expected to feel those claws dig in as Steve shook his hand, surprised.. and slightly curious as the male simply gave it a firm shake and let go. It had been wet.. a glance down confirming the smear of blood across his skin in Steve's handprint. Big hands, but this guy looked young. Mature for his age maybe but even by human standards he was.. what? Barely two decades old if that? Not nearly old enough for my tastes so why--
The cigarette almost fell from between his parted lips, Max's attention transfixed as the kid stretched so casually.. The demon enthralled as muscles rippled and tensed under the bare patches of skin exposed by Steve's torn jacket. His mind had gone perfectly blank.. Until Steve's voice sent a jolt through him. Narrowing his gaze the Demon lifted his marked hand, seeming to forget the blood entirely, and captured his Cig between his fingers.. absently smearing a red streak across his jaw in the process as he settled the cancer stick more securely in his mouth. Christ.. Focus on something else, that body is just.. Through sheer force of will he managed to slap a indifferent expression up, turning away and heading for the sink. Wash the dishes, wash the dishes.. Hands to yourself..
His 'curse', huh.. " Annoying neighbors, right? Yeah I've seen what is left of them here and there." A joke of course, distracting himself with humor was far safer than looking in the male's direction again.. Max flicking the water on to rinse his hands thoroughly. Rolling the Cig in his mouth he paused, aware his actions were a bit awkward.. yet his voice was steady as he admitted over his shoulder. " .. You can sense people, am I right?"
.. Death isn't so bad.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 9:02 pm
Since Max was so open right now, Steve heard every single thought in his mind. He couldn't help, but laugh at all of this, 'So he does like me, has to if he puts up with me killing him every so often,' he thought as his grin grew wider at this. "Well Max, I can hear people's noise............of their mind, I can't really control it, so I just live in solitude mostly.......but your noise I don't mind," he told him still couldn't help. But to keep smiling as he watched him clean his hands. "And I'm guessing you are way older then you look," he added onto that and decided to grab a chair and sit in it backwards. "If you want I can help you with dinner tonight,"
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 10:07 pm
For the right person..
" Because I'm typically thinking about food, perhaps.. I doubt anyone minds hearing about food." His hands never stopped moving, meticulously scrubbing the blood and dirt from his skin.. One would almost think Steve's comment hadn't bothered him at all if not for the way his cheeks darkened and the tips of his ears turned pink. He didn't try to hide it, didn't need to considering Steve was perched behind him.. But he could hear that smug grin in the guy's voice even as he felt the heavy weight of Steve's gaze on his back. It was strangely relaxing, bantering like this. " Maybe, how old do I look? " Speak wisely kid, anything too rude gets you a burnt supper. He still didn't have the energy to barrier up so he didn't even try, instead flinging the thought out in playful warning. As if he would ever actually burn food.
" Come wash up, if you're helping. Face, hands, and arms better be spotless." He wouldn't have shifter's blood throwing off the taste of his meal.. and it was a convenient excuse to see the guy's clean face. Blood wasn't unappealing to him, demons found it attractive on a number of levels, but he was still curious.. and oblivious to the fact that he had a decent smudge across his own cheek from earlier. " I'm making omelets, so I'll trust you to chop the peppers while I cook."
.. Death isn't so bad.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 10:23 pm
"Yeah, most of the time, but I couldn't help hearing thoughts on me~" he let off a bit of a purr in a playful manor as the other kept cleaning his hands, not even noticing the huge smudge on his cheek. "Hmm, if I had to guess I would say, late teens, early twenties, then again, since you aren't human, you could be way older then that," he muttered and didn't really care about that as he got up to help out and to clean up some. "Sure, though," without much thought into it he leaned over to Max and licked some of the blood off of his cheek. "Maybe you should clean your own face of blood to, ya know?" he gave him a sexy grin as he started to clean up his hands and arms first, then started to clean his face some, some of the blood also washing out of his hair around his face and making it a lighter red then the rest of his hair. One would've thought he was a natural red head, but he was actually blond. How his hair turned red is because of all the throats he ripped out and had it spray in his hair.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 11:30 pm
For the right person..
I've got thoughts for you alright.. Max thought to himself threateningly, honestly trying to decide if he wanted throttle the guy or laugh.. I'm good at multitasking, maybe I'll do both. Distracted by his own musings he naturally shifted to the side as Steve joined him at the sink; Max turning his face towards the taller guy as if to give a playful retort to the age issue.. only to freeze as he realized Steve was leaning towards him. The first thought was 'dead'.. having experienced this guy's bite often enough to feel a phantom twinge in his neck as he locked up waited for the strike. Instead of that tearing pain.. he felt a breath against his cheek, Max's heart stopping entirely as he was licked.
He really lost it this time.. His cigarette tumbling down into the sink as his jaw went slack from the shock. The water made short work of it, soaking the thin cylinder and ruining any chance of salvaging the nicotine stick.. It was the least of his concerns at the moment as he registered that devilish smile Steve flashed his way . Kicking back into action his heart pushed desperately needed oxygen back to his brain as Max bristled beside Steve, the blush intensifying as he closed his eyes stubbornly. " Are you trying to find new ways to kill me, idiot?" Physically mauling me isn't enough, now he is trying to give me a heart attack.. And with the potent cocktail of adrenaline and arousal chasing itself through his system he honestly believed the possibility of such a thing. He didn't particularly enjoy death, even if he did find a twisted attachment to Steve through the process, so it was only natural he'd felt a hint of fear.. It was the excitement that concerned him.
His gaze cracked open just a bit, enough to watch as his companion scrubbed the blood from his skin.. and Max sighed as he started to do the same. " Who's fault is it I had blood there, anyway..." Cupping the water he brought it to his face, splashing and scrubbing to remove the blood Steve had pointed out.. his fingers stroking the spot he'd been licked as if still trying to decide how to react. When did I become such a Masochist..
.. Death isn't so bad.
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Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 11:50 pm
"I could kill you if you want," he told him as he finished cleaning up and got a clean towel to use as he patted his face dry his lightly tanned skin showed more without the blood and his violet eyes still look piercing as he looked at him. "But since I'm in a good mood, I won't kill ya yet," he told him as he heard his thoughts and cocked an eyebrow that was a even lighter red then the ring around his head right now. "I'm guessing you started to act like that once you ran into me," he told him as he went to go start chopping the peppers up. For the omelets Max was going to make for them.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 12:40 am
For the right person..
" Maybe later, the cat and mouse games were fun but this is much better." It was absent minded, but honest.. Max retrieving the towel from Steve's grasp as the guy walked by him. Catching the front of Steve's tattered straight jacket with his other hand Max gave a firm yank, hauling the guy down to his level.. before planting a swift kiss on the kid's lips. To hell with it.. he was sinking fast and he knew it. Kid or not, warped or not, Steve had caught him with the first damn bite.
Lingering only a moment he let his grip loosen, his breath light against Steve's lips as the Demon growled with resignation. " If you know that then take responsibility for your actions." A small push.. and Max left him to his task, stalking to the grey fridge and yanking it open. Alright, maybe that was a little childish.. But Steve had licked him first. Gathering the supplies he would need he set about his task, cracking two eggs into a bowl and starting to whisk them.. sprinkling in salt and pepper as he went. At some point he'd tossed the towel over his shoulder, wiping his fingers on it out of habit as he smirked to himself.. reflecting on his impulsive actions a few moments before. Never underestimate a demon..
.. Death isn't so bad.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 12:58 am
Steven went stiff as a board when the other's lips crashed into his for a few good minutes. "........you know, that is pretty damn bold on your part considering, how many times I've killed you," he said as he decided to make a point and threw a ice pick at his head. ".......I don't kill with just my teeth and claws alone.........other times I used a ice pick like that, or......a cork screw,......never underestimate me either, Maxi," he told him as he went to cutting the veggies up for the food.
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