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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 21:51:45 GMT -8
Casually writing to you to say that... I need a life. He just kept eating and eating. It was like a sickness, at least from the outside looking in. To watch someone engulf course after course was enough to make any grown man ill. The smacking. The crunching. It was difficult to stand still throughout this process. It would have been kind only to himself if he started early. He had to wait. There was no use in beginning this when the main course had only just begun.
No, Dewi waited... At least, that was who he was for the time being. He was the Hitman known only be the dragon mark burned into the forehead of his victims... Those cruel, yet appropriate methods of death only underlined his signature. The man who spread rumors whose tongue had swollen due to toxins and died choked by his own foul words... Yes, him and the one whose skin was taken from the shoulders down by battery acid... A bathtub of melted flesh and other fluids filling the house with a foul stench while his body lay perfectly under the covers in his bed... the sheets soaked in an almost inhuman ooze. Lay rest to the man whose body was coated in the symbolic tattoos of the wrong gang... An impostor, really, whose deceitful skin was taken from him... Each of those men bore a symbol burned into their forehead: a dragon... roughly the size of a quarter, making it likely it was a ring the murderer wore.
And now he was finished, and so was Dewi. He had been through enough watching this glutton continuously consume food bought with the money he stole... Now was the time to give him exactly what he deserved as the medication kicked in. The man quickly became unable to keep his eyes open and fell unconscious at his spot, the weight of his head and shoulders, alone, making the table groan in discomfort.
Quiet steps took him closer to the sleeping grease pile, judgmental look obvious in his features as he walks around the table in an almost predator fashion before moving to his side...
"Vaughan!"
The man jumped and blinked as laughter erupted. Dazed eyes looked around the now empty bar save for himself, Mathias, and Iain.
"Yer nae sleepin' till dawn." His relative motioned for him to join them for the beer waiting at the Dane's house. Vaughan only sighed and nodded, looking back down onto the newspaper he'd used as a rather pointless pillow.
HUSTLER FOUND DEAD.
CAUSE OF DEATH: UNDETERMINED, YET.
HIS STOMACH WAS TORN OPEN AND HIS THROAT FULL OF FOOD.
"Vaughan?" Mathias approached the man, looking from the Welshman to the paper.
DRAGON BURN MARK FOUND ON FOREHEAD.
"Et's never a pretteh sight... Does et need to be on the front page?"
Mathias only shrugged a response. "You okay?"
Vaughan returned the worry with a bright smile, chuckling. "Of course! Meh fameleh's right here and safe! As long as that devel doesn't get near meh fameleh then everehtheng es fine!... Though... Eh wesh theh'd catch hem." The man shrugged on his coat and made his way out the door, being sure to trip Iain at least once on their trek back to more alcohol.
Do you think they've noticed, yet? I'm getting weary... My bones ache and my heart is turning cold... I feel like I'm suffocating on the very affection given to me, but what do I do? How do I say it?... A letter? A text?
Somebody help me...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 10:27:34 GMT -8
Vaughan's Apartment Modified to fit his needs.
MY ART IS BEAUTIFUL.
Things to know:
WHERE IT BE his apartment is in a very generic complex on the fifth floor.
PINK AREA is the area his laptop can see. He sets it to send his second phone images of movement in the house when he either isn't home or is asleep. He will arrive there within minutes.
PAINTING IN FRONT OF SAFE is a casual painting, but the safe is not directly behind it. It is behind another cover that looks like the wall, but look closely and you'll see the lines.
SAFE COMBINATION is required... It is button press. The combination is a series of numbers that include the month in the birthdays of Elain, Donald, Arthur, Peter, Iain, Aoife, and Cerys. Their names, in said order, are written on the back of the painting. So, in case you're curious (and also so I don't forget), the code is: 11 03 04 09 11 03 03.
CLOTHES FOR WORK is accessible by pushing on the back wall of the closet and sliding it to the left. It's kinda a secret door.
PLANTS the ones in the circles are the ones sitting on top. In parenthesis are the ones hidden beneath the counters. 1- Agrimony: “Agrimony stops bleeding of all sorts . . . It helps relieve pain too, and has a long tradition as a wound herb as well as for treating liver, digestive and urinary tract problems.”
2- Calendula (pot marigold): “Calendula has a long history of use as a wound-healing and skin-soothing botanical. This lovely marigoldlike flower (although called pot marigold, it is not a true marigold) is considered a vulnerary agent, a substance that promotes healing. Calendula also has anti-inflammatory and weak antimicrobial activity. It is most often used topically for lacerations, abrasions, and skin infections; less commonly, it is used internally to heal inflamed and infected mucous membranes.”
3- Comfrey: “Comfrey’s old name of knitbone refers to its strong healing action for broken bones. It will also knit flesh together, speeding the healing of wounds. Applied as a poultice or ointment, it can be used to treat bruises, dislocations and sprains.” 4- St. John’s Wort: “St. John’s wort has been intensively researched. It contains hypericin, the source of its antidepressive action. It also contains antiviral compounds and immune-boosting chemicals, known as flavonoids, that explain its action against viral, bacterial, and fungal infections.”
5- Violet: “Their use in medicine dates back 2500 years. In fact, some herbalists feel that the health benefits of the violet (Viola odorata) are such as to make its physical beauty of secondary importance. Medicinally, is an anti-inflammatory, antiseptic, astringent, diaphoretic, diuretic, emollient, expectorant, laxative, and may also be anti-tumor.”
6- Willowherb: “The small-flowered willowherbs are a specific remedy for prostate problems, including benign prostate hyperplasia (BHP). Plants in this informal group help shrink the tissues, arrest cell proliferation and normalise urinary function. Small-flowered willowherbs are also effective for a wide range of bladder and urinary problems, for women as well as men, with the astringent and diuretic action serving to tone and detoxify the urinary tract.”
7- Moss: S. cymbifolium has been used for centuries to dress wounds and aid healing. ”A Gaelic Chronicle of 1014 relates that the wounded in the battle of Clontarf ‘stuffed their wounds with moss,’ and the Highlanders after Flodden stanched their bleeding wounds by filling them with bog moss and soft grass.”
8- Betony: "It is used for headaches, neuralgia, hysteria, vertigo, anxiety and also for asthma bronchitis and heartburn. It can be made into a healing salve for cuts, wounds, ulcers and sores. It also can be used for head cold, rheumatism and gout."
(9)- Abrus Precatorius: "(known commonly as jequirity, crab's eye, rosary pea, 'John Crow' bead, precatory bean, Indian licorice, akar saga, giddee giddee, jumbie bead, ruti, and weather plant). The attractive seeds (usually about the size of a ladybug, glossy red with one black dot) contain abrin, which is related to ricin, and very potent. Symptoms of poisoning include nausea, vomiting, convulsions, liver failure, and death, usually after several days. Ingesting a single seed can kill an adult human. The seeds have been used as beads in jewelry, which is dangerous; inhaled dust is toxic and pinpricks can be fatal. The seeds are unfortunately attractive to children."
(10)- Daphne: "The berries (either red or yellow) are poisonous, causing burns to mouth and digestive tract, followed by coma. Often fatal."
(11)- Hyacinthus Orientalis: "(commonly known as hyacinth). The bulbs are poisonous, causing nausea, vomiting, gasping, convulsions, and possibly death. Even handling the bulbs can cause skin irritation."
(12)- Phytolacca: "(commonly known as pokeweed). Leaves, berries and roots contain phytolaccatoxin and phytolaccigenin. Toxin in young leaves is reduced with repeated boiling and draining. Ingestion of poisonous parts of the plant may cause severe stomach cramping, persistent diarrhoea, nausea, vomiting (sometimes bloody), slow and difficult breathing, weakness, spasms, hypertension, severe convulsions, and death."
(13)- Conium Maculatum: "(commonly known as hemlock, poison hemlock, spotted parsley, spotted cowbane, bad-man's oatmeal, poison snakeweed and beaver poison). All parts of the plant contain the alkaloid coniine which causes stomach pains, vomiting, and progressive paralysis of the central nervous system. Can be fatal; it is the poison that killed Socrates. Not to be confused with hemlock trees (Tsuga spp), which, while not edible, are not nearly as toxic as the herbaceous plant Conium."
(14)- Lilium: "(commonly known as lily). Most have an unknown water-soluble toxin found in all parts of the plant. Extremely poisonous, yet attractive, to cats, causing acute renal failure; 2 petals can kill."
EXERCISE STUFF includes weights, a bar to do pullups on, and he happens to be quite flexible and typically trains in the mornings and at night.
MAY INCLUDE MORE LATER.
BUT FOR NOW.... THE END.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2013 11:04:36 GMT -8
You ready for some Vaughan x Elain? eue Everything was so cold... The floor was like daggers against his soaked clothes, constantly stabbing into the already sensitive areas from his fight. He could feel himself shaking so bad he was almost lead to believe he may as well have been convulsing. It was like being dunked into the ocean and thrown into a freezer. His entire body felt it, even if it was only his stomach and back that bled.
But, at least, there was a warmth in the life seeping out of him.
A faint comfort in the liquid that he was drained of.
Soon he could even feel his body find rest, pupils dilated to mere pinpoints as he stared absently at the ceiling. It was as though he has found a sort of peace...
And he had...
"Vaughan..." Pale hands reach out to cup an equally white face, lifeless lips pressing to his forehead. Her soft eyes looked him over, hands leaving his cheeks to caress that wounded body, slipping over each and every wound yet never carrying back a single dirty mark.
"E-Elain..."
"Shhh..." She reached up to put a finger to his lips, a soft giggle escaping her.
Only tears could come to his eyes as he sat up, grabbing her form into his arms and holding her close. Even if this wasn't real, her body felt so warm... He could almost hear her heart beating.
Unbeknownst to himself, that was the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears... His arms grasped at nothing, but pressed tight against the bleeding wound at his chest as he held onto something that was no longer there.
"Elain, Eh mess 'ou... Wheh... Eh can't understand what happened..." His voice was broken, trembling under the weight of pain his mind has blocked off.
"It was my time," she whispered, slowly slipping from his grasp.
In a form of desperation he reached out for her...
And he missed.
He watched her leave through the glass of his window as his heart sank.
"Elain! Don't leave me, again!" Even this shout was loud for someone in his state, staggering to get to his feet as he ran to the window above his counter.
"Elain! Elain!" He shouted her name again and again, shaking hands fiddling with the lock before throwing the window open.
Without a second thought he grabbed the edges of the window and stuck most of his body out, searching feverishly for her.
And there she was...
The wind caught her hair as though she were truly there, her dress swirling madly about her as she reached for him. "Dance with me, Vaughan. Do you remember those days? Come and dance~."
Without thinking he let one hand go, reaching out to touch her own.
"Elain!" Again he shouted her name, unable to reach her at this point.
"Come and dance, my little Vaughan. Come and sing me your favorite song." She sung her words almost teasingly.
"VAUGHAN!"
He ignored the voice in his head that wasn't hers, grip slipping as he continued to reach. He even allowed a foot to go out the window, now half of his body outside of safety.
"Elain!"
"We'll go dancing, singing songs~. Tell me, Vaughan, where did I go wrong? We were living peacefully, do you recall that memory?"
"ELAIN!"
And now he let go, reaching out with both hands to grasp...
And slip right through her, closing his eyes and now pretending to hold her form close to him once more.....
His head hit the wall hard, dazing him for a moment before he realized he was being dragged back in through his window. It was almost like a nightmare as the pain rushed back, especially as he was so roughly through back onto the floor out of the reach of his lover.
"W-What..."
"Vaughan! Can ye hear me?" Iain now hovered over him, along with Donny. He could hear footsteps racing toward his room from the hallway, looking up to notice the door had been bashed in... And Aoife running in looking like she was ready to beat someone's skull in.
Too bad he beat her to it, already, his forehead now drizzling.
"Eh... She was..."
"He might be in shock," Vaughan could hear another familiar voice. He glanced to his other side to see Mathias beside Iain.
The rest was a blurr. Their voices turned into distant rumbles and all Vaughan could manage was wrapping his arms around himself and going to sleep...
"... Oh, no."
"Whit's this?"
"Let the police handle that."
"This gun..."
"Don't touch the plants!"
"Vaughan..."
In a true dream, now, he awoke to her normal, glowing face looking down at him where he was laying.
"You look like a mess!" Her laughter, now, sounded more like the bells of Heaven ringing. As cheesy at that may have been, they had always been what called him home.
"You shouldn't be talking." He gave her a sad smile, to which she responded by pinching his cheek hard enough to gain a wince from him.
"..." And then she wrapped him in her arms, hugging him tight. He felt it hard to breath. "... Stop chasing after me."
"... What?"
"I'm not there, anymore, Vaughan. Stop chasing after what's been lost."
"N-No... Don't seh that!"
"Vaughan... You have a family, don't you? People who care... And they're so scared, right now."
"... Theh found et... Dedn't theh?"
"Won't you ask for their help?"
"... Who would help me?"
"Donald would."
"... Eh can't drag hem ento thes... He's alreadeh gotten hurt from hes own life."
"Then why do you keep wishing he'd notice? And Arthur, too... And Iain, and Aoife, and Cerys... All of your family! You should stop wishing they'd see if you don't want them to look."
"....."
"When you wake up, just talk to them."
"Et's too late."
"Vaughan..."
"Eh'm sleppeng..."
".... No, Vaughan. I'm sorry." She held him, now, as he fell into a darkness in his own rest.
"... Now is not your time..."
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait a little longer to see me, again."
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