Post by jespermoore on Sept 16, 2011 17:16:08 GMT 1
Jesper couldn't really tell what it was, but he did feel weird. Unknowingly knowing he had been glamored which probably was the cause. Or it was that he was addicted to a person, a vampire, every touch along his own body from the person made him shiver in a way he couldn't explain, it felt so damn good that he had trouble to even control it. He needed to think of something else, mainly cause he was scared shitless of being addicted to another person. Wasn't that called love or something? Obsession maybe. Either way he didn't like it but it still felt so good to have that feeling inside of him, growing. It actually took him a lot to not turn around and run back to the country club where Hoyt would probably be, stubborn as he was he kept walking away from the place. Shit, he had even let the vampire bite him, like one of those oh so lovely fangbangers. Luckily it hadn't left a mark, but he could still feel it along his own neck. Even if it wasn't visible, it was still there, reminding him.
“Shit shit shit..” He mumbled for himself, like someone with a personality disorder, he felt like tearing out his hair but managed to just brush the fingers gently through the hair strands. Maybe he should cut his hair? Probably not the best ideas to do in the middle of the night, unless there was a vampire hairdresser, there probably was but no one Jesper would fancy enough to go too. He felt a bit racist against the creatures, maybe cause they were the leaders and Jesper was really more of a rebel, why had he left the rebel camps you may ask then? He also tended to love luxury and in rebel camps, that thing did not exist in the same amount as it did in New Vegas. As he walked down the street it was a living proof of it with all the flashing lights of clubs and bars running down along the street.
He brought himself to Hades, he might as well sin for the day, everything to stop his mind from going to the country dance hall. Which sin he wanted to submit himself too he so far didn't know, he thought about playing a few games but he simply did not have enough chips for that, at least not yet. So instead he went to the Lust section, first ordered a drink which would give him time enough to gaze around on the people there. He couldn't see anyone that fascinated him, not even the slightest as his body was aching for a certain vampire and his mind was calling his name. “Fuck it..” he mumbled as he drank the whole drink, on the positive side he had no memory of being addicted to meth, which probably was why he was so edgy.
He run his fingertips over the collarbones that were visible from the v-cut shirt before he gracefully moved over the crowd, zig-zaged between people like they were obstacles for him to get to an empty seat which he sat down on and then began to play the stare game over one of the dancers. Her moves made him fall into almost a trance like state, wishing he was a dancer himself but he didn't have the strength to do that even if he probably had the appearance, and let's face it, he was after all going to stay young for a long time more, he was a very young adult. Maybe he should work out more, build some muscles and become a dancer with a kickass body, not the petite body he had now. Gosh, he needed to find someone that could make him think of something else, his eyes wondered around the place for a pray.
“Shit shit shit..” He mumbled for himself, like someone with a personality disorder, he felt like tearing out his hair but managed to just brush the fingers gently through the hair strands. Maybe he should cut his hair? Probably not the best ideas to do in the middle of the night, unless there was a vampire hairdresser, there probably was but no one Jesper would fancy enough to go too. He felt a bit racist against the creatures, maybe cause they were the leaders and Jesper was really more of a rebel, why had he left the rebel camps you may ask then? He also tended to love luxury and in rebel camps, that thing did not exist in the same amount as it did in New Vegas. As he walked down the street it was a living proof of it with all the flashing lights of clubs and bars running down along the street.
He brought himself to Hades, he might as well sin for the day, everything to stop his mind from going to the country dance hall. Which sin he wanted to submit himself too he so far didn't know, he thought about playing a few games but he simply did not have enough chips for that, at least not yet. So instead he went to the Lust section, first ordered a drink which would give him time enough to gaze around on the people there. He couldn't see anyone that fascinated him, not even the slightest as his body was aching for a certain vampire and his mind was calling his name. “Fuck it..” he mumbled as he drank the whole drink, on the positive side he had no memory of being addicted to meth, which probably was why he was so edgy.
He run his fingertips over the collarbones that were visible from the v-cut shirt before he gracefully moved over the crowd, zig-zaged between people like they were obstacles for him to get to an empty seat which he sat down on and then began to play the stare game over one of the dancers. Her moves made him fall into almost a trance like state, wishing he was a dancer himself but he didn't have the strength to do that even if he probably had the appearance, and let's face it, he was after all going to stay young for a long time more, he was a very young adult. Maybe he should work out more, build some muscles and become a dancer with a kickass body, not the petite body he had now. Gosh, he needed to find someone that could make him think of something else, his eyes wondered around the place for a pray.