Drink your soup before it clots

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Paletown didn't trust his memory right now- his eyes were busy playing tricks on him, and his brain was being all fuzzy and fucking up the world around him. Drugs? Bullshit, he hated drugs. Pale's head was the cause of this madness, and that was the way he liked it. Why the fucking hell was he in Boston? How the fucking hell did he get on Boston? He couldn't even remember. Hitchhiked? Maybe. Walked? Unlikely... well, it didn't really matter how, just that he was. Details were pointless at any rate. Furthermore, why exactly was he at the airport?

The long, lanky blonde boy spent about three hours just walking around the halls, up and down the escalators, through the bathrooms and various doors all with a glazed over look of someone half asleep. Goddamn he was tired. Had he even slept since he left Philadelphia? No, he hadn't. Aha, the main reason for his delirious behavior- sleep! He needed that! But where, exactly was a good place to accomplish this? Before completely passing out, anyway. He tried against the wall, and was half trampled by people exiting a flight; on the escalator, but once it reached the top, he almost caught his sweatshirt in the moving steps; Pale even tried a bench and was rudely shoved off a security guard that was keen on following him around. Well this was stupid. This was dumb. This was REDICULOUSHEWANTEDTOTAKEANAP and all these people were getting in his WAY.

The boy stopped abruptly, causing the line of people behind him to run into his back, but he didn't care. A little light bulb went off above his skull. If people were the reason he couldn't sleep, then he'd have to find a place were no one was. Or, at least... a place no one would care if he slept or not. This was an airport, right? Why waste the trip?

A very determined Paletown happened to be a very broke Paletown, but a very exhausted Paletown made for a very improvising Paletown. He needed a plane ticket. He didn't care where that plane was headed- he just wanted to board and sleep. He wanted to sleep ALOT. ... a long flight then. The kid sought out foreign looking individuals (they had to be alone, obviously), and stuck with them. The first to go into the mens room would do.

Ten minutes later, a slightly battered looking kid headed towards his flight, slapping a ticket into the attendant's hand. It was boarding, thank God, and after taking his seat as well as three others who's owners hadn't shown yet, he was out. He hadn't even bothered to see where that ticket was headed.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

For the entire duration of their time in the airport, Taxi had seldom ever released his grip on Quinns hand. It was a death grip, not letting go or letting up on the hold till they absolutely had to. Don't be worried, though, Taxi wasn't afraid of flying or anything. He just wanted to hold hands and there was no better time to do so than in a huge crowded airport.

It had taken a while to get here. Cleaning up after their romp, packing up all of Quinns junk, walking to the airport. Picking up tickets. Deposting tickets. Customs. Taxi loathed public transportation, he was used to private jets, and it had been a helluvalong time since he'd been forced through the government system like this. It was an annoying and painful process, stupid american government. But finally they were pushed through the process and brought to the plane.

Thank god it was first class. Not long and he'd be in a nice quiet area where he could relax. Mm. Relax. Take a break after the hectic airport and rest after all of that.. exercise.

Taxi's hopes and dreams were crushed as soon as he saw who was there though.

"PALE?" Stolen eyes widened and he stopped in place, shocked. "What the hell are you doing on an airplane going to Romania?!"

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Quinn hadn't traveled via airplane since, well, he couldn't even recall the last time. The time it took to get from point A to point B was ridiculous and didn't sit well with a man as impatient as him. The stress had been wearing him so thin, that he'd considered beating the custom agent's face in to speed along the process. Of course that wouldn't resulted in all hell breaking loose, but a mad Quinn was not a logical Quinn.

He was a bit hesitant about the prospect of going to Romania. Quinn had never expected to meet Taxi's family and was actually pretty worried about how things would go down. What would they think of him? Would they consider him as a poor, bum of a man? Not that that would be an inaccurate thing, seeing as he was poor and he was something of a bum. Still, it wouldn't suit to have them look down upon him in such a manner.

Lost in his own thoughts, Quinn followed behind Taxi. It was the blonde's exclamation that shook him back into the here and now. Green eyes instantly traveled to the young man who Quinn instantly realized was human. His gaze narrowed, an inexplicable feeling of possessiveness flaring up inside of him. He was at Taxi's side, eyes fixed onto Pale.

"Who's this? He asked, nodding his head in Pale's direction.

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The boy had passed out for almost half an hour- nothing but a teaser. In that time, he had pulled the hood of his grey sweatshirt over his head, draped one hand over his stomach and sprawled his legs lazily over the seats in his isle. He looked like one dead and murdered, even if the dead couldn't drool out the corner of a mouth hanging ajar. He wasn't dead, obviously, but Paletown gave a proper demonstration of 'rest in peace'. Very few things could wake him up right now, and they did not include tornados, earthquakes, terrorist attacks or fog horns. Angry voices touched only deaf ears; pushy hands felt only a non-movable boulder. The skinny kid was there to stay. But, sadly, he was not immune. Even Superman has his kryponite, and his dreamland had a weakness.

Thirty minutes felt like thirty milliseconds, and that nasty jolt snatched him out of heaven in the form of... his own name. His own name spoken in a shocked, slightly appalled voice that his brain associated with getting scolded- and what more, the voice was girly sounding. He felt a falling sensation and then opened one greyish blue eye as the arm on his torso fell off, rapping the floor with his bony knuckles.

"What the hell are you doing on an airplane going to Romania?!"

"Sleeping." He responded on reflex, not even bothering to cover his actual NYC accent with something fake- he wasn't all there, if you know what I mean- not like there was much of an accent on the word to begin with. The kid yawned widely then stretched out his arms and legs before sitting up, removing the hood, and shaking his head vigorously a few times. The washed-out looking blonde hair looked, if possible, even messier then usual, when he finished. Eyes rolling a little, Pale looked over at the guy who knew his name. He was expecting a cop or something of the sort, but it looked like he was lucky this time. A tired, drunkish grin spread across his face when he recognized the German and he threw his arms up lazily. "Heeyyyy, if it ain't the rockin' angel. How's it kicking? Breakin' some them hearts, ditchin' some stalka's?" But Angel didn't look like he was alone. No. there was another guy standing there- all protective like. Body guard, ye, probably. But at Body-Gard's questioning, Pale couldn't help himself, and he answered while reaching a long arm behind his own back and giving it scratch, arching his spine in the process. "Me? Ya know those 'ambassadors'? Im sorta one o' those."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

"This is Paletown, who is not an ambassador, as I happen to know all the ambassadors to, from, and for Romania." A lone brow was quirked upwards, peering down at Pale. He honestly didn't know the kid that well, but, he had helped him out a couple of times. Firstly with that mob in the streets, and then with that wierdo in the alley. Although, it was more of saving the wierdo from Taxi.

For the life of him he couldn't imagine going on a plane just to sleep. It seemed rather typical, though. Where the ticket came from was a question he wasn't going to bother asking, as any answer would surely make him cringe. Atleast this wasn't going to be a boring plane ride.

A snicker cascaded from his mouth at the question of how it was 'Kickin'. God damn he had a funny accent. Of course, his own thick german one was humorous at times, but, New Yorkers were always delightful with their special little terms and ways of saying things. Taxi reached back to take Quinns arm with both his hands, recalling he was there. It was kind of odd, as he really had never had his lover meet any of his friends before, but, there was always a time to start. Perhaps having them meet in a confined space a few thousand miles in the sky wasn't the best idea though.

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Quinn was never the most approachable of people. Hell, he was a downright asshole if there was nothing to be gained from a person. The man told himself to play nice though, or to at least try to. Otherwise it was going to be a long flight. His emerald eyes moved from Pale's face to Taxi, then back again.

"Oh." He said simply, which was probably for the best all things considered. Quinn looked horribly bored with everything and that crazy possessive streak had been silenced for the time being. "Nice... to meet you." The vampire muttered, meeting the kid's gaze.

"The name's Quinn." It was then that a curious thought entered into his mind. Quinn lifted a brow and once again exchanged a questioning look between the two.

"So how the hell do you two know each other?"

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Paletown slouched in his chair with the look of a spiteful and disappointed juvenile splotched on his face, and crossed his arms roughly over his chest. Eyes glared up at Taxi with a sneaky and annoyed spark, as if the much more classy looking blonde had just ruined his ENTIRE life with that sentence. "Well, I coulda.. if I wanted ta." Poor Pale, his little heart completely trampled by the cruel German and he dared not say anything about it because his nasty body-guard would re-arrange his face and Pale quite liked the order of his fac-

So how the hell do you two know each other?"

Having completely forgotten why he was so angry and far down in his seat, Paletown leap up, looking quite ecstatic and enthusiastic about answering this question. "Man, if it weren't illegal in every country it would've been in all the newspapas'; Forget the damn TV, it be translated into different languages 'n spewed across space. Ya get it, right? It was fuckin' amazing!" He was talking with his hands, and once standing, he towered over Taxi and had a good few inches on Quinn as well. He didn't seem to notice (or care) that he was the tallest out of them and continued to carry on, insisting on acting out the events as they unfolded.

"Angel here, see, had out this rockin' guitar 'n was tearin' up the goddamn streets, lemme tell ya what. People gathered from all ova', wantin' ta get a peice o' this guy. But then man, they got alittle crazy, tell me sumthin' I don't know, right? So they come after going fucking CRAZY!" He proceeded to lean up, arms out stretched, waving them. "Like wantin' ta sell this guy's pretty hair on ebay, thats what I'm talkin' about- anyway these guys come in and goin' crazy so I grab this conveniently placed cane and start swinging like Babe Ruth, ya know? They cleared out pretty damn fast. Then the fuckin' british came out, goddamn one-eyed glasses and canes and fucking gold pocket watches- dig so far?" He didn't wait for a yes or no before nodding. "Aight, good, so anyway the British start closin' in then- ehhh I can't remember no more, but we got away didn't we Taxi? Screwed them motherfuckers over!"

The flight attendant didn't like the kid disrupting the passengers, and Pale was ignoring the various cries of 'watch your mouth' and 'are you crazy?'. Once he felt he got the story right, he recrossed his arms, loosely, and bobbed his head, eyes closed, as if in deep thought. "Butyea, Angel here was rockin' up that street like nothin' else. And what the fuck am I going to Transylvania for?"

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi couldn't help it. A huge grin broke out across his face, lighting up his features splendidly. There was no attempt made to mask it, it was too obvious anyways. Besides, Pale was a magnificent story teller, it would have been barbaric to try and deny ones delight with the way he wove tales. Nor could he care less about whiney flight attendants, this was first class. And not only that, he was, or had been, ridiculously wealthy, and not only THAT, he was a bloodsucking undead creature who wouldn't hesitate to break necks.

He nodded, "Ja, that's actually prettymuch how it went down. And my pretty guitar broke." A slight frown marred his pale face, "As for Transylvania, you're not actually going there. We are, though, the planes just going to Bucharest."

Something occured to Taxi. Pale didn't know him and Quinn were vampires, did he? Looking up at the taller blonde, he idly reached out to hold the hand of his lover while carrying on in an equally dramatic speech as the master storyteller himself had put on. "You'll like it there though, don't worry! It's the Paris of the East. Although, I suppose the normal Paris isn't filled with blood thirsty leeches though, is it? You know, big, scary, terrifying vampires!" He had put on a strong romanian accent, although, it was actually more typical of the Count from sesame street than any real living person. "Mua-ha-ha! You're pale enough though, so perhaps the locals will think you're already a vampire and drive a stake through your heart, Ja?"

The yellow-blonde subconsiously drew his tongue along his teeth with a devious little grin, looking to Quinn. "Of course, heaven forbid you encounter something you can't beat away with a cane. Alle Jubeljahre, it happens, though, afterall, vampires can turn into bats, and wolves, and mist."

A sad little pout as he gave his deepest sympathies. "I'm sorry Pale, I promise to come to your funeral, atleast. Unless they burn you alive. They usually don't do funerals for that."

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Quinn stared. He stared some more. And he continued to stare as Pale went on with his fucked up little story. He didn't blink, he didn't make any expression -- his face was a mask of apathy. Inside his head Quinn was thinking, gee, this kid sure is a trip. He was probably insane, maybe tripping on some pills or some shit. Though, he couldn't smell any narcotics on the guy. Pale's wires must've been crossed or something. And to be honest, Quinn was a little put off by the fact the guy was taller than him. Hell, a lot of people were, but yeah. Irrationality defined Quinn in a lot of cases.

When Pale had finished his fantastical tale, Quinn reacted with no words. He simply, almost theatrically, lifted an eyebrow. His attention shifted to the blonde and with Taxi's snarky words, a grin lit across the younger vampire's face. A sly look was tossed in Pale's direction and with a smirk quirking his lips, Quinn spoke in a devious tone.

"Yeah, kid, you better watch your back. Wouldn't want anything to happen to yourself, especially in a foreign country. Who knows what wicked little customs the locals have. Hell, they might be cannibals." Quinn rolled his shoulders in a shrug, green eyes now carrying an impish gleam.

The humored expression died a little as Quinn came to a sudden and late realization. Turning his head to Taxi, he spoke his concern.

"Shit, do they even speak English there at all? Or am I just gonna be smiling and nodding at everything? Shit. I'm gonna be a fucking handicap there, aren't I?" Leave it to Quinn to pull a complete one-eighty and turn into a sour jerk again in a moment's time.

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Anyone who knew him well knew of Paletown's defiant nature. He obeyed very rarely and behaved for very few people; in fact, the number was so limited that no one even knew who inhabited the circle of trust (if you could call it trust- maybe 'like' was more proper) aside from the girl who provided the porch he often slept on. When Taxi told him he, Paletown, wasn't going to Transylvania, and that they, Taxi and Quinn, were, the kid instantly made up his mind that Transylvania was exactly where he was going. Admittedly, he wasn't especially familiar with Romania- it wasn't a place in the world he often thought about, but he hung his head strangely, one hand on his hip while the other was moving it's fingers in front of his face, as if he were pressing a calculator or a keyboard, his eyes following the rapid movements.

"Bucharest ain't that far from the Transylvania," his accent made the pronunciation hilarious. "... maybe a few hours by car- fuck the cars; I'll take the damn train."

And then, Taxi began reciting what Transylvania was like. Pale glanced over, slightly annoyed as he ALREADY decided he was going... but the things the German angel was saying made him raise his head up and blink. Vampires? Oh right, the Vlad guy. The castle- right. All the stories, the movies, the novels, ect. ect. ... actually it was a little terrifying when he actually thought about it- coming from a New Yorker that was saying something- and with the terror came fascination. Pale suddenly looked like a kid being told a bedtime story. At the mention of getting a stake stabbed through his chest and cannibals though, he made a face and exclaimed, quite loudly, "BULLSHIT!"

The attendant looked back, obviously annoyed, and said, "Sir, please sit down. We're getting ready for take off an-"

"YO, I'M TALKIN HERE!" He snapped, the nature of his birthplace rearing its head. "Ya mind? Or I gotta take a goddamn bag 'in lug ya in the head?" He didn't wait for a reaction, and didn't seem to notice the violent suggestion in his wording. It was just natural talk. To him, anyway. Attention was turned back to the two. "Ehh, look, I ain't gonna be picked off by any damn Vlad, aight? I'm too skinny anyway- stringy, bad eatin or whatever. What if I had AIDS or herpes or something like that? I'm like a reject steak." Since he made up his mind that he was going, he just sat down in his seat, reclining into the same exact position he'd been in before Angel woke him up. "Why you goin' anyway, Angel? On Holiday?" He said, looking quite suggestively towards Quinn. It had taken him about .3 seconds to figure out Taxi's sexuality when he first met him, and while it was harder to tell with Quinn, one could only assume. One could also only assume that this was a fling of sorts- it was Taxi after all, and Taxi always seemed to be a bit of a flake and jumping bean.

Poor Quinn; even potentially mental disturbed teenagers were doubting him.

"S'weird choice of'a place ta go for that, if ya dig."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

((RGH, RHG, RHG, HEADBANG, HAD LIKE, ONE LAST SENTENCE, CLICKED MSN LINK, LOST POST, RGGH, RGGHH, RGGGHHHHHHH))

Attention was drawn to his lover, noting the concerned tone of his voice and purring out a comforting answer. "Oh no, don't worry, Süßer. It'll be fine, they teach it in schools and whatnot. So most people can speak English, even if not fluently, enough to get by." Atleast Quinn was thinking about it. Although he seemed a bit worried, ah well. Whatever came up came up. Maybe he'd even pick up some of the language, get an accent onto that american voice. Not that accents were even arousing to Taxi anymore, not when he could replicate literally any known to man. Hell, he could probably mimic Pale's exact voice perfectly. Then again, learning a new language might be good anyways for Quinn, you'd get bored being immortal if you didn't have a hobby or two. And languages were a useful talent.

"Bullshit?" Taxi scoffed amusedly, green eyes wandering over that poor poor attendant. Fuckher, though, this was first class and there was nobody else here. Afterall, it was a redeye first class flight to Romania. It was nearly a paradox inside of itself. Hand motion in explanation, "Oh as if, logically, vampires could never get blood-carried diseases, or any at all, ja? I mean, then they wouldn't be immortal, and dropping like flies everywhere. Tsk, you'll be a tasty treat for whatever bloodsucker slaughters you, Pale, don't try and deny it." A little finger wag, moving to sit down in the chair directly infront of the other. Because of this he missed the look that accompanied the phrase directed towards his lover.

"Uhh, seein' my uncle, he has a castle-"

It was at this very precise second that a horribly wonderfully thought grew in his mind. You could actually see it in his eyes and on his face, slowly aging from just a heinous little idea into a truely evil masterplan. All that was left was a dramatic pose and villianous laughter. He had been too wrapped up in his nasty little ideas to notice any suggestiveness in Pales voice. "If you're so adamant on going to Transylvania and getting your neck torn out by creepy crawlies, you could always accompany me'n'Quinn."

The mental picture was too wonderful. Taxi had no intention of saying even the tiniest word to Pale about his species, no, no. He would take him home with him and let Dimone open those big doors. Fuck, he was going to give the kid a heart attack. And it was going to be fun. The blonde didn't even notice that he had a hand at his chin, stroking a not-actually-there beard while grinning maniaclly.

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The relief was visible and Quinn nearly released a sigh. He hadn't thought things through, really. He'd been too concerned with getting the hell out of Boston and to somewhere Kefka could not, or would not follow. Now that he knew he wouldn't be basically rendered into a deaf mute, Quinn could somewhat look forward to the trip. Though, all things considered, the man was still a bit antsy. He hadn't heard much about Taxi's uncle, hadn't really asked, so he was left wondering. In the picture the guy had been huge and had sported a crocodilian like tail. Quinn could only hope his personality didn't match his appearance concerning strangers, at least.

"Shit, that's good." The man spoke his relief, watching as the attendant Pale scared off left. " I was worried there, for a second." His attention shifted to Pale and Quinn got the sense he was being scrutinized. That wasn't really surprising, seeing as they were strangers, but that didn't mean Quinn had to like it. He hated that feeling and wondered what was going on in the young man's mind. Though, given by the weird story he had come up with, one could only guess what went on in that head of his.

The younger vampire looked away and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
" Yeah, why not?" Quinn began, looking back to Pale, " It's better than wandering a foreign country on your own." There was a reason Quinn seemed so gung-ho about the idea of Pale accompanying them. He hoped that the human could keep Dimone and others occupied so he, himself, really didn't have to worry about anything. Selfish, but Quinn wasn't really a man of outstanding virtues to begin with.

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Paletown gave his eyes a roll, stretching out his legs and recovering his face with the hood. He might have been a horrible liar and compelled to bellow the weirdest stories anyone would ever hear, but that didn't make him nieve. Vampires and things that go bump in the night all had a weakness. Fuck immortality; there was so such thing. Pale began grinning as he thought: he wasnt being morbid, just the images in his head happened to be funny. Vampires often looked funny in books so... who could really blaim him?

"Nah, Angel. Can't I just set 'em on fire or blow em'?" That was it though, except a few sleepy sounds like 'ksuresoundsgood'because Pale remembered he was really freaking tired.

He woke up about two minutes before landing, and a minute after they hit the ground. Pale, suddenly suffering from extreme paranoia that the cops were going to come after him for stealing that ticket, half jumped over the seats infront of him, torso hanging infront of someone's face. It didn't matter who, long as it happened to be either Taxi or Quinn. "Yo, ya gotta fast ride to get to wheveryasaid?"

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

There was no real reply to be given to anything previously say. For one, Pale was asleep, and secondly, he was so pleasantly surprised Quinn agreed he wasn't going to jinx it. So he was content to relax on the plane and to let the time pass in his seat, leaning up against the brown haired man while napping. Taxi was incredibly used to airplanes, although, he far preferred the quietness of jets to this giant thing.

Oh well. It didn't last long. They were on the ground soon enough. He jumped, startled when Pale suddenly was in his face. Green eyes looked up, moving as he himself stood. "Uhh, I have a ride, but it's not exactly.. fast."

They were ushered off the plane and soon Taxi had Quinn by the arm, who in turn had his luggage, and they both had Pale following along. Hopefully. Prettymuch smack dab in the middle of the parking lot, which was filled by only a few crappy looking cars, but mostly bikes and..

A horsedrawn carriage. Two large horses were just standing, their driver standing next to the door holding it open. The actually carriage itself was fucking magnificent, made of a beautiful wood with a roof overtop of it, and it could have seated atleast six people. Two compartments, one in the front where the doorman was, another smaller one in the back, probably with a bed or something. The notable difference was that this smaller compartment lacked any windows, whereas the one in the front let the natural light of the night in.

Taxi couldn't help it. He wanted to laugh, smiling from ear to ear. He wanted to so, god damned, badly. Sure, Dimone had told him this was what he was being picked up in. But he hadn't expected something so... elaborate. Then again, Satu Mare was nearly on the other side of the country, so traveling in comfort? Fuckthat, he wanted a vehicle! Air conditioning! No clip cloppy-

Eheheh. Suddenly the blondes mind was changed, and the novelty delighted him. HORSIES. Oh god, he just wanted to, attack the things and tie bows in their hair and give them matching sadles and-

Eeeuughhhhh. He literally had to give himself a light smack in the head to get the thoughts out. Two fingers motioned to Pale and Quinn, "C'mon, this is it." before Taxi climbed up the little stairs and sat himself down.

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Quinn hated flying. Well, no, he loved flying but only when he was in the pilot's chair. Riding as a passenger on a commercial airliner felt exactly like hopping on a bus as far as Quinn was concerned. There was no freedom felt, no excitement. In fact, Quinn was bored out of his mind and he was far too nervous to sleep. So the amount of relief he felt when they finally touched down in Romania could not be described -- it was that impressive.

Quinn was groggy as hell and allowed Taxi to lead him wherever. He sobered instantly when his eyes fell upon the carriage.

"What the hell." The man said smartly, brows shooting up to illustrate just how surprised he was. What, they had planes but no cars? This was all so theatrical that Quinn nearly laughed. A horse drawn carriage, who would've thought?

His attention shifted to Taxi when the blonde revealed that this was, in fact, their mode of transportation. Shaking his head and giving Pale a look of " this is weird shit, ain't it," Quinn stepped into the carriage and took a seat next to Taxi. The last time he'd ridden in a carriage had been at the fair as a child. Sufficed to say the "carriage" was a wagon compared to what they were sitting in at present. He showed no hint of it, but Quinn was feeling, dare I say, excited. Perhaps it was due to the childhood memories dredged up, or maybe it was the lack of rest or cabin fever he'd gotten on the airplane.