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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 21:29:50 GMT -5
Startled, he almost fell back, his confusion deepened, even looking a little hurt, but he put it out of his head. "Ok." Gabri said at last, deciding not to press it, and peered over the edge of the roof. Absentmindly, his coat was removed and put it infront of Taxi as he observed what was below. There were a few people, standing and pointing this way or that, but mingled amongst them were disturbing looking scent hounds. They were long, large and slender with snouts twice the size of their heads. At the very tip of the noses were hands, fully functional and grabbing and feeling the ground as the monsters sniffed about, the fingers wiggling like worms. The mole-like creature looked up, and Gabri saw it had no eyes right before he backed up quickly and ducked down.
"Hinny, we can't stay here. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left the apartment."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 21:34:37 GMT -5
Taxi stood and leaned over the edge though he was careful to keep his injury out of vision still. Fuck. The dogs. He really, really, really, really hated animals. And they had his brains down there too, so it would be all too easy to track his scent. Bitches.... literally.
"Can you jump the roof?" Hand pointed at the five foot gap between this building and the next. He would have offered to take Gabri on his back, but... quite frankly, Taxi doubted he himself could do it with the raging pain. But he would if that was their best option. Either that, or he had something else up his metaphorical sleeve should the Pole be unable to cross the distance.
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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 21:41:04 GMT -5
Gabri bit his bottom lip, listening to the gurgling growls below before turning his head and nodding. Five feet wasn't much, he could handle that. He hopped. "Yeah, I can. I hope. I mean- yes. I can jump it."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 21:53:46 GMT -5
Taxi gave him a stern look with his one eye (thank god the other was covered), placing a pale hand on the others shoulder. "Damnit, Gabri, I can't carry you and if you fall you'll die. That can't happen." Sure, the blonde could just chuck him across the distance but then he was just as prone to injury. Unacceptable chances of him getting hurt. The hat was taken from his own head and plopped back onto its owners.
"Listen, i'm going to create a distraction. Trust me, they'll be so focused on me they won't even see you. Run back to the apartment and don't look back. I'll meet you there." This was obviously a non-negotiable matter and the Pole wouldn't even get a chance to say anything as a split second later Taxi had jumped off the side of the building, only a flash of red visible as hair swooped up with gravity.
Body fell through the air. This part was always fairly nice. Atleast it was when your brains werent exposed and getting beaten at by air. And then there was that unpleasant thud of his body meeting with the cement below- wait, fuck, this wasn't cement, the fuck? HE HAD LANDED ON A DOG SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK WAS UP WITH THIS NIGHT!
The poor pooch had been crushed underneath him but done nothing to soften the blow as his forehead cracked against the hard concrete anyways. Owww. What? Oh, for fucks sakes, when had his shoulder popped out of the socket? Probably during that freefall. No time for being a pussy, Taxi. Police had swarmed what they thought was a corpse, pushing him off of the dog and remarking on the large hole in the back of his head and wondering how a man with very little brain matter had jumped off a building.
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The officers would have no time to worry as Taxi let out a blood curdling scream, louder and more high pitched than was humanly possible. Because it wasn't. They stumbled back and drew their weapons as the dead man stood, clutching his head, "OH GOD WHERES MY BRAIN, HAVE YOU SEEN MY BRAIN!?!" he rushed forward and shook one of the stunned officers. "IS THIS HELL?!!? AM I DEAD?! WHERES MY BRAIN! AAAIIIIEEE!" He crashed through two of the bodies as the remaining dogs zeroed in on him. Fucking dogs. Smelled dead flesh.
The vampire bolted then with the entire police force which had been released on his tail. Cop cars were fired up and he was nothing but giddy with the thrill of the chase as he led them in the exact opposite direction Gabrjel should have been moving.
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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 22:24:26 GMT -5
"BUT-!"
That was all he could get out before Taxi fucking flew off the building. Horrorfied, he raced to the edge to see Taxi hit the ground, but once he saw him moving and the cops swarming, Gabri realized he'd have to trust the vampire on this one.
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Oh Jesus.
Unsure and his typical guilt intensified at the idea of leaving his friend to fend off a hoard of police and their creepy animals, Gabri headed down the building on the opposide side, where another fire escape had thankfully been located. He probably could have made the jump, but it was so high up and there were... many distractions that could pop out of no where. Even while he climbed down, trying to be as fast as possible, there were birds snapping and projectiling puke at him from the boarded up window sils. He had to stop more then once to keep from loosing his balence, shutting his eyes tight to keep them from being hit. But he made it, and he took off running, remembering the streets to the apartment. Not being especially skilled with the streets of the city, he had a difficult time discovering backways and detours where he wouldn't be seen, and all the way he could hear those gurgling mole dogs and their nose-hand fingernails scraping the blacktop. Three times he was almost seen by civilans and uncountable amounts by the angry, wicked things lurking in the dark, but after what seemed like the longest journey in history he made it outside a familiar looking apartment. He made haste getting up there, and he locked the door behind him, sitting infront of it and shaking.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 22:35:27 GMT -5
The blonde returned to the apartment an hour before sunrise. Blonde was argueable, however, as his hair now had a strawberry quality to it, utterly soaked in blood. That wasn't the only thing that was covered in red, however.
Taxi was covered in gore. From head to toe. Literally his toes, as his shoes and socks were missing. One pantleg had been torn off and his jacket wasn't on him, but that black tie was slicked with a shiny substance that smelled of copper. From the waist down he was dripping wet, having probably gone through some water to throw his scent off. Lack of clothes and general dampness was the least of his worries.
Arm was still dislocated, hanging limpy at his side, and yet his wrist was all torn up (Likely by dogs) and the other matching limb had a bloodied knuckle and was missing a nail. Bullet wounds marred his chest and stomach making him look like some freaky little work of black, red, and yellow art with polka-dot holes. A tooth or two was missing as made obvious by the shit eating grin on his bruised battered and split open face. Flesh was torn away from his right eye and his lip was torn, but there were indeed eyes there. Bright, green, vibrant, beautiful glistening emerald orbs planted in those sockets. Just flashing with what a trip Tax was on.
Pain coursed through every part of his body. He fell to his knees infront of the door and his head hitting the door would alert Gabri to his presence but the vampire wouldn't pass out. No, blood was coursing through his body and spilling out of every hole. Taxi hadn't gained these wounds (Including missing most of the back of his head) from merely running. He had gotten bored, been hit by the car and broken many bones which weren't visible to the eye (although you may notice a rib sticking out of his shirt) and then torn up most of the police force. And their dogs. Oh god though, the blood was so good, SO GOOD, it was like liquid orgasm pouring through his veins and the pain it was so hot and burning and it hurt just right everywhere.
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Post by Rip on Oct 15, 2007 22:57:26 GMT -5
Gabri hadn't fallen asleep, oh no, he was much too shaken up for that. He left his coat back on the roof and felt so awful about it that it hurt- the idea of it sitting out there to be bashed up by the elements was almost too much. Unfortinatly, going after it now was suicide so it was just going to have to deal until everything chilled out.
If that would even happen now.
Because he couldn't sleep and he didn't want to get away from the door incase Taxi needed immidate entrence, Gabri must have been very bored sitting there and twiddling his thumbs. He would have been bored, that is, if he didn't have company to talk too. Ah, the joys of being a complete delusional psychopath.
The Pole had been having words back and forth with half a skeleton. It's spin ended mid back, resembling a tail, and there were dusty eyeballs in the old, withered skull. A wirey beard dangled from the chin and the jaw cracked when the dead old man spoke, graveyard dirt falling off as he moved his fingers and popped his teeth in and out. The speech was Polish, and they were apparently discussing something that made absolutely no sense whatso ever or playing shiraids. Who really, honest to God, knew.
Then that thump hit the door and Gabri jumped up immidiatly, shouting at the old half-corpse to leave in not the most friendly of terms, and he was replied with a creaky middle finger before his guest hopped onto the floor and dragged himself out, grumbling nasty obscenities.
The door was opened and the boy stared down in complete horror, but he had enough sense to at least drag the vampire in before fussing over anything. He ended up saying something unexpected, for him that is. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 15, 2007 23:05:30 GMT -5
Taxi was unable to speak. Completely. He was reduced to a wiggling creature of giggles, even Gabris slightest touch thrusting another shock of pain through his system and spilling a moan from bloody lips. Everything felt good. The air across his skin, the blood drooling out of his wounds, the way his own giggles reverberated through him. He was creating an incredibly unpleasant pool of red syrup on the nice clean floor.
Gods. Completely stupidly drunken off of blood and pain. He had destroyed the police, moving from one neck to the next with dogs hanging off of him. And then there were all those people on the way back here, oh no, they wanted to know if he needed help, hehehehe. No, THEY needed help. Taxi wiggled and writhed on the floor, completely filthy, bloody, and out of whatever mind he had.
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Post by Rip on Oct 16, 2007 18:24:02 GMT -5
People don't laugh when they're in peices. It just doesn't work that way. When the bloody pulp that was Taxi laid there and giggled like someone who just rolled the biggest blunt of their life, Gabri stood back completely confused, dumbfounded. Ok, obviously the vampire wasn't dying. Concern was probably a stupid emotion to feel at this point, though he had a hard time ignoing it. For crying out loud, where the fuck did the rest of his head go!?
The Pole crossed his arms and leaned over him, arching a brow. "'Distraction', hm?" Argh he was getting the floor nasty- that was a mean thought. But... it took... so long to clean..... "I think... you should take a bath hinny."
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 16, 2007 22:02:43 GMT -5
Thick crimson sauce was smearing around the floor under him as he squirmed in a snickery mass. And then Gabri spoke, causing the once-blonde to cough out blood in an actual laugh which cleared his throat long enough for him to drunkenly lay his eyes on the other and speak in a croaky little deranged voice, "Still mad?"
Fingertips twitched on one hand and his left leg sort of tried to roll a bit at the suggestion of a bath, having enough sense to realize what he said. HehehehehHEHEHE damnit apparently his body had only been able to hold itself up till he got to the door. And past that point his muscles had given out and abandoned him. Oh well that sucked, but, so well, he still felt sooo good. Fireworks were going off in his head, eyes closing as he let the blood gurgle up into his mouth again and rest on his tongue.
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Post by Rip on Oct 16, 2007 22:30:55 GMT -5
A breath was puffed out, blowing up his cheeks a little as Gabri rubbed the back of his head. "No. Not mad." Taxi was acting so weird, and weird for his hyper friend was... pretty damn strange. Still being rather innocent, the idea of the vampire getting off from this hadn't crossed the Pole's mind. Getting that banged up couldn't tickle... could it?
Blowing some hair out of his face, the boy knelt down and tried to help the little weirdo up and to the bathroom. "Where's the rest of you?"
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 16, 2007 22:39:44 GMT -5
He was actually heavier than he was before, completely bloated with blood, but still easily light enough to carry. Pores were soaked with it, giving him a warm rosy glow all over. That combined with the blood smeared everywhere made him quite fleshy and human looking. Except that humans couldn't survive with all the injuries he had.
After being lifted the blood in his maw drifted down to other places, a dissapointed Awwwrrrr flowing out of his mouth. And then it occured to him to reply, "Hehehehe I um hehe don't know OH OH HEHEHE um I think my, my, my" mouth gnashed and what teeth he had left clacked and smacked together, "are in my poocckeeettt HEHEHE"
Even Gabris hands carrying him sent jolts of pain through him, touching broken places and bruised areas. His undead body twitched and Taxi continued to squirm, neck giving up the battle of letting his head sit upright and just letting it roll back.
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Post by Rip on Oct 16, 2007 22:48:46 GMT -5
"Yeah did you happen to eat anything else other then blood, hinny?" Gabri said, staring at him with a face of amusement and 'wtf do I do with him'. He had dealt with drunk people before, but they were usually not... in peices or immortal. So what the hell?
If taxi let him, the Pole'd put him in the tub, not having any desire what so ever to undress him. No, he was just sorta helping splashing him in the face might knock some sense back into him. Er, if there were enough brains left in his skull, that is.
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Oct 16, 2007 23:05:32 GMT -5
Gabri succeeded in splashing him in the face. But all it did was well... splash him in the face. He giggled and snorted even more, the wet sensation delighting him and the vampire opened his mouth to let it mix with the blood. The German swallowed it knowing it would only bubble back up if he stopped swallowing it. The water of the bath was instantly red, the colour delighting the overly-stimulated deadman.
"NeeeeeeeeeeeeEeeeeeEeeeeIiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiiNNnnnnnn" He made sure not to rest the back of his head against the tub as there kind of wasn't one and it would mush his brains around and that would be lame so he managed to hold it up while a wierd pink little tongue dug around in the grooves of his gums where teeth were missing. "God I feel gooooooooodddddd" And then his back arched despite probably being broken in various places and his mouth closed in a happy little smile. Unfortunately, his body was begining to heal slowly around whatever fabric was pushed into his wounds and the bullets that remained. Damn. But everything was too rapturous to care about.
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Post by Rip on Oct 16, 2007 23:20:04 GMT -5
"You look like you were hit by a truck." Gabri said, not being especially sensitive since he figured Taxi had the comprehension skills of a nat right now. "How can that feel good? You are drugged." Statement of the year. He sat on the toilet seat. "You are drugged and half your head came off and it's gross looking."
Not knowing how fast the vampire healed up and never thinking of pulling out bullets from the... what was left of his body, the Pole just decided to stay there incase Taxi decided to jump off another building. But.. well he was hungry and...
A quick glance around. There were no windows in the bathroom. He'd be fine. "Stay. here." He said slowly and loudly before locking the German in there. Wellhey, it wasn't possible he'd do any MORE damange. Hopefully. Unlikely. But Gabri wanted somethign to eat becaue the last thing he had was a burger with baby food.
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