02/29/2015 16:21:02
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[The screen sifts through countless live feeds of various businesses, stoplights, corners of LA. In one camera that is perched over the dingy parking lot of a run down love hotel, cars that are even more beat up than the hotel itself litter the lot. Almost imperceptible to the human eye, Deacon is a small grainy silhouette huddled in the corner of the camera, wringing his hands out nervously for a moment before taking a deep breath and—.]
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[A knock on a door. It creaks open. Two sets of footsteps on carpeted floor. The door closes. It is silent for a moment.]
Bennett, A. : Deacon… I need you to tell me what happened.
Keller, D. : [A sigh. Rhythmic pulling of fabric, most likely a self-soothing behavior.] It's really not that big of a deal, Arthur. It's dealt with. (Mumbling) You really shouldn't have even found out about that. I don’t know why that guy posted it for everyone to see.
Bennett, A. : I don't know either, but I'm glad he did. Were you just not going to tell me?
Keller, D. : (Irritated, strained) Would you have believed me? Every time I try to say anything about your Grimslayer friends, you shut down. It's like I'm talking to a cactus.
Bennett, A. : I don't have the energy for this nonsense, Deacon. I have believed every word you've said about them, because they were all things I knew already. [A sigh.] Just because I didn't take the actions you wish I took does not mean I am unaware of theirs. I will believe you, Deacon, because what you've told me so far aligns with what I know of them. And as much as I wish it did, I'm not sure what you'll tell me will even surprise me.
Keller, D. : (Increasingly distressed) Won't surprise you, huh? So, then, you knew he would hogtie me like a corpse, stomp on my bullet wounds, and threaten me with a silver knife to my neck? You knew he would wake me, during the day, by holding silver to my skin until I screamed? [A step backwards, a recalculating exhale.]
Bennett, A. : [A shaky, labored exhale.] No, I didn't know back then, but I knew when I saw those messages and those.. marks. And tell me, Deacon, what would it have changed, if I knew? Look me in the eyes and tell me I could have stopped you. [A pause.] I've told you, so many times, to stay away from them. That the only thing stopping them from killing you on sight was me. (Bitterly) You'd have gone anyway.
[A pause.]
Bennett, A. : (Softly) For what that's worth, I am sorry that happened to you.
[Silence.]
Keller, D. : I know I was being stupid, Arthur. I don't need a fucking lecture. What confuses me is the fact that you're still adamant to stand by them! They don't see us as people, Arthur. He said it himself. To them, we're nothing but vermin that need to be eradicated. Him and his ‘friends’ are a bunch of genocidal freaks, and I won't apologize for threatening them. I don't want him near you, or the boys.
[Silence, once again, interrupted by the creaking of an old mattress.]
Bennett, A. : (Weakly) Is he wrong?
Keller, D. : [He chokes in surprise.] What the- Yes! [Rustling of fabric, microphone gets closer to Bennett.] Yes, Arthur, he's- He's wrong. We are people, we have thoughts, feelings and ambitions. We're not human, but that doesn't make us less, Arthur.
[The world goes quiet as Arthur takes a moment to think.]
Bennett, A. : (Weakly) Maybe you are, Deacon, but I... I died a long time ago.
Keller, D. : [Sliding of hands across fabric.] Maybe our hearts don't beat anymore, Arthur, but that doesn't make you any less of a person. You can still do so much, more than you could ever do as a human. You have power, power over yourself. I know as well as any kindred that the beast affects us all, but that doesn't mean it controls you. You're damn strong, Arthur Bennett, stronger than me. We may be dead, but that does not mean we can just roll over and give up. The fact that you would let someone who has never seen what you are fully capable of dictate your view of yourself is not okay. [A pause.] (Softly) I care for you, darlin'. You need to start caring for yourself.
Bennett, A. : No- No, Deacon, you've got it all wrong. [A pause, rustling of fabric.] Magnus's opinions are inconsequential to me, at least on this topic. He didn't influence me into... this, I- I got here all by myself. Regardless, Deacon, it'll all be alright soon. [Sounds of hands grasping at fabrics, microphone gets closer to Bennett.] I found something, in London. It could lead us to a cure.
Keller, D. : Wh- What? A cure? What are you saying right now? Arthur, that doesn't make any sense.
[Silence.]
Keller, D. : (Muttered under his breath) What the fuck- What the fuck! [Microphone gets farther from Bennett. The bed creaks again as consistent, circular footsteps begin to sound out, most likely a self-soothing behavior.] You found a cure to unlife? Arthur, please tell me you're not crazy, or drunk, or high right now, because-
Bennett, A. : [Creaking of old mattress, followed by a few footsteps.] Well, I am a little drunk, and I haven't found the cure yet, but yes, maybe. I've found notes, and some corroborating evidence that my father, and one of his Grimslayer colleagues, at least believed he had found it. The Amber, it’s called. Have you heard anything about it?
Keller, D. : [Scraping of a chair against carpet, thump characteristic of a man sitting down.] What did you find? Tell me everything. If you're right, and there is a cure…
Bennett, A. : [Footsteps, followed by rummaging through a large bag (luggage?) and finally, footsteps again.] Here. Take a look at this. [Creaking of mattress.]
Keller, D. : [Flipping of pages.] Arthur, where did you find this? This is… God, I think I might need a drink. [A sigh.]
Bennett, A. : [Creaking of mattress, multiple drawers opening and closing, then the clink of a glass bottle against wood.] I found it in my father's Grimslayer hideout. Was a gentleman's club when I was young, now it's just a dreadful, regular club. Nearly got myself killed, too. But I think it was worth it. [Two clinks of a glass against wood, then a liquid being poured. A pause.]
Keller, D. : [Light chuckle, a sip, then a wheeze and some repressed coughing.] Damn, it really is vintage. I wasn't expecting it to be that strong.
Bennett, A. : [A sip.] Do you believe me now? [Hands grasping at fabric, closer to microphone.] We might be able to be human again, Deacon. (Softly, but closer now) Wouldn't that be nice?
Keller, D. : [A pause.] (Tenderly) That’d be amazing, Arthur.
[Silence interrupted by a sip and a hand brushing against fabric.]
Keller, D. : [A pause.] Am I… Am I misinterpreting this or...
Bennett, A. : [Impossibly close to the microphone] I don't think you are. Though it depends what you're thinking, Deacon. [Clink of a glass against wood.] (Deliberate) I need to be clear on this, Deacon, out of respect for both you and me. I don't do romance. Is that alright with you?
Keller, D. : [A pause.] Arthur, whatever you want to be, I'll be happy with. Is this- Okay, then? Like, kissing, and…
[Clack of footsteps, rustling of fabric, shifting of a body against another, then, the thud of a body against a wall. Heavy panting, suppressed moan, sounds of ‘making out’.]
Bennett, A. : (Breathless, impossibly close) Yes, yea, it's- It's more than okay.
[A gasp, rustling of fabric.]
Keller, D. : (Breathless) Good. Then, this should be fine, darlin’?
[Creaking of old mattress. Heavy fabric falls over microphone, rendering it useless.]
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HELLO EVERYONE!!!
Hi!! I am the person who runs the Queen, Void, Jasmine and Barc rp Blogs on here and on those accounts I have all the rp accounts that I know of followed there (with my following on public so everyone can see them).
But I feel like it may be easier for everyone if I made one complete list for everyone to see!!
So here it is, my current and mostly updating complete list of JRWI rp Blogs here on tumblr!!
Riptide:
@millenniumchibo
@gillyasexual
@aferinbyname
@lala-queen-lala (mine!!)
@gryffon-shooter
@theriptidecrewsoneandonlyoliver
@peepawtidestrider
@mrdreyferin
@riptidesfrogtopusstar
@bitchinglikeanoldman
@capn-liz
@artificers-rule-bc-im-ensa
@edyn-tidestrider-is-trying
@aslanaisacutiepie
@captainjazztransswag
@amanda-rinn-cant-sell-mandarins
@avaferin
@gooblecks-gunk
@underseachampiongillion
@marcheljohn
@blackseastone
@the-alphonse
@papa-possibility
@tangerines-for-life
@admiralkubakenta
@thecoolestgrung
@the-cowboy-pirate-of-horsea
@thegreatlaalma
@fish-girl-summer
@licensedtherapistofmana (Therapist)
(I don’t not know if they are still active but there is also @the-wish-doctor )
Prime defenders:
@askwilliamwisp
@wispoet69
@dakotacolestyle
@colestyledc17
@n0tfromar0undhere
@tidelambertfishdad
@markwinters86
@ashesashes-dust2dust
@oui-itsa-me-lefrog
@almighty-bacon-man
@teachingmomentsforall
@kota-killz
@bobo-speider
@mallardconwayisnotabadguy
@official-origami
@c4ntr1p
@emily-in-the-afterlife l
@dodgeboysupreme
The Suckening:
@bennettarthur
@shiloh-official
@fangslayerem1zel
@grefgore-the-knight
@sheriff-deacon-keller
@xxs0d4p0pxx
@void-the-cat (Me!)
@magnusfox
@jeromesmith
@th3-unseen-backup
@edwardtwilightprimogem
@renwickeventplanner(who partially inspired me to make this!)
@pepper-the-cat
@pheasant-from-jrwi
@femizel
@demonclaws
@weylinco
@vivienneweylin
@gabeitmyall-itsucked
@sodapoppingoff
@midnight-circle
@daybringersolomon
@the-cumpire
@bi-disaster-sam
@that-one-weylinco-rat
@eloisebathroy (Oc)
@tev-is-a-vamp (Oc)
@theraddestrarestcowboy (Oc)
@cryptid-fever (Oc)
@thesecondcoolestfang (Oc)
@thelocalalleyfox (Oc)
@rachelmaddoxlicensedtherapist (Soda’s therapist)
Apotheosis:
@elenasqlointrpblog
@thanatos-godkiller
@super-sqlointer
@archangel-of-retribution
@sunny-miracle
@lizardstatic
Blood In The Bayou:
@kians-korner
@dungeonsranddragons
@rolandeep1984
@queenofthehivemind
@beckyyy-j
@an-imposter-in-town
@donnabestmomma
@bestdogbarcode (me aswell)
@richieratsanders
@galloway-music
@eddie-rot
Mythborne:
@aster-aeliana
@ryan-selucreh
@connorfrombofa
@ratbiwirattime
@thepiedromeo
@gary-mfing-gilmore
@jasmine-the-mascot (me too!!)
@hot-dad-with-rat
@the-real-miwi
Monster Control Services:
@creeperbeasterchase
Little side note: I have discovered tumblr has a 50 @ limit so not all of these have an imbedded link but they are all their real and updating accounts!!
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02/26/2015 21:05:23 PST
>SEEK: Search “Deacon Keller”.
>Searching...
>Unable to locate individual(s).
>Reconnecting with “Deacrophone”, please stand by…
>Connected.
>Automatic transcription protocol initiating, please stand by…
>Start.
[Rumbling of tires against asphalt and of wind against carrosserie. Occasional clicking of a turn signal, gentle murmur of a radio put way down low – 102.7 KISS FM maybe? Otherwise silence goes on for 11 minutes, 2 seconds.]
UNKNOWN: Don’t worry, I’m not taking you anywhere to kill you.
[Finally, tires screech against asphalt. Engine ceases with a click, followed by the sound of a seatbelt undone, driver seat belt missing alarm chirps on for a bit until door opens, closes. Then, closer now, another door opens.]
UNKNOWN: Come on, Keller.
[Ruffling, a seatbelt clicking open, and a final slam of a door followed by two sets of footsteps, one steady, the other irregular. A light push, and a grunt.]
UNKNOWN: Delivery, one sheriff.
Bennett, A. : (Dryly) Thank you, Jerome. And again, I am sorry for the inconvenience.
Jerome Smith !!! : [A sigh.] It's fine. Magnus is alright, a bit injured, but alright. I'm fine, physically. Keller's got some powerful disciplines that's for sure. [A pause.] How was London?
Bennett, A. : It was exhausting, and honestly humiliating at times, but I got what I needed.
Smith, J. : Yeah. You can tell me more about it if you want, when there aren't ears listening.
[A pause. they know :> but also they know ? :| ]
Smith, J. : I have a question. Are you aware of how he found our address?
Bennett, A. : I assumed he got it in the police database, but I could be wrong. I'm actually not aware of how much information on civilians cops usually have access to, but knowing the government overreaches I've seen in my lifetime in this country, I wouldn't be surprised. [Pause.] And for what I've found back home, for now, I'd rather keep my cards close to my chest, and out of Grimslayer sights. I'm sure you understand.
Smith, J. : Yeah, I get that. [Throat clears.] Welp, thanks for taking him. I didn't want to just leave him tied up on the streets in case another hunter saw him and took the chance. I'm going to be vampire-proofing the house a lot more to prevent things like this from happening again. He was able to take a bite of Magnus, but luckily didn't turn him or anything. Probably just took some blood. [A pause.] Whatever you two have going on, you better figure it out soon. I have a sneaking suspicion that is what influenced this fight, and I would prefer not to deal with another one. I'll try to keep Magnus away from Keller in the meantime.
Bennett, A. : [Sigh.] I'm going to be honest, Jerome, regardless of his... issues with me, he is responsible for his actions. I tried to explain everything to him, but you know how I am... I've never been the best with words.
Smith, J. : [He snorts.] You could say that again. Yeah, I get it. But I'm gonna make sure that you know Magnus is the same way. He's his own person, and you know how he gets when he gets determined to do something. We all have our own reasons for doing what we do. [Another sigh.] I apologize for being a bit blunt. I didn't sleep last night and only took a two hour nap earlier, which didn't help much.
Bennett, A. : [A sharp exhale, vaguely resembling a laugh.] I'd be a hypocrite if I couldn't handle bluntness. Regardless, I am painfully aware of Magnus's autonomy. But you've got a better handle on him than I do on Deacon. I barely know him.
Smith, J. : [A sigh.] Yeah, I know. But I don't have anyone else to turn to when it comes to Keller. [A pause.] Welp, I guess I'll be heading out. [Closer to the microphone.] Keller, I fully expect you to pay for the damages that you have done to our front door when you broke it down. If not, I will sue you for breaking and entering without a warrant.
Keller, D. : [Huff.] Sure.
Smith, J. : Good night, gentlemen. [Footsteps in dried grass.]
Keller, D. : [Silence.] Will you untie me?
Bennett, A. : [A pause.] Yea, yes, of course. Wait a second. [Shuffling of clothes, subtle click of a pocket knife and the grinding of a blade against rope.] Can you walk?
Keller, D. : Thanks. [Tearing of fabric.] Yes, I can walk. [One step, then a thud.]
Bennett, A . : No, you cannot. [Rustling of dried grass.] I could carry you, if you'd prefer. (Softly) But I'm guessing your ego couldn't take that, could it?
Keller, D. : [Silence, interrupted by the shifting of bodies against each other and the rustling of fabric and dried grass.] Let’s go for the police station, I guess. (Coldly) It's the closest place that I have blood stored, besides my apartment, and I'll need to heal before I can walk again.
Bennett, A . : (Tenderly) Alright.
[Footsteps together, obviously at least two but only discernible as one.]
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