(2013) open rp post

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permanent open rp post

new year, new post.
❧ select one of my characters (or one that you know I play but isn't on the list)
❧ leave a prompt: pictures work best; lyrics, scenarios of your own creation, etc.
❧ reply as many times as you want.
❧ the apocalypse finally happens.

❧ please note that I am extremely backtag friendly and will be backtagging these threads until the cows come home. and I'm always really eager to do things even if this post is found months after it's posted. also lol sometimes i may take a bit to get to them since some characters are harder for me to think up things and require some canon review! sorry for the wait, i'll make you a vegemite sandwich in the interim.

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[exvampirate]

[ He should have walked away. Should have said no. Should have told her to go back to Hell, but he didn't. She was a killer and if he's being honest with himself so is Benny. Cold blooded and dark to the core. What he's doing is what's unnatural to him. Trying to play nice. Trying to be good. Trying to be a human, but he's not. It's obvious when he's in big crowds how he's not human. He can hear every single heartbeat and listen to the way their blood rushes through their veins. It wouldn't take much to split them open like pumpkins and drain them. They wouldn't even feel it at first. Not until he twisted and tore the flesh. She's played her cards right and unfortunately Benny is here. Following her scent like a deranged puppy. She's gonna drop bodies and he has every intention of stopping her.

The entire night is spent playing hide and go fuck yourself with her. She's quick and she's better at blending than him. She's also better at getting under his skin. It's a fine line for Benny to be treading and she's probably going to push him head first over it. He's not sure he can even fight it. She knows what she wants and she intends to make it happen. It's impossible to fight Katherine in this regard. Not because he's weaker, but because she is more determined to break him.

It's not hard to track her back down in a room alone with someone. Heart's still beating, but not by much. He can tell she's doing something he'd rather avoid. He still enters the room. Not fast or accusing. He knows what she's doing in here. He can smell it. Taste it in the air. She's doing what he longs to do. What he's longed to do since he ripped Martin's throat out in front of Elizabeth. He hadn't drained him, but the blood still hit all the right points in his mouth. Made his head fog and his mouth water. ]

Had to show. You were havin' a party without me, darlin'. [ He moves forward slowly and shuts the door behind. He doesn't need an onlookers for this. The closer he gets the harder it is to ignore the scent of blood. His teeth slide out without him even making them. The instinct is becoming hard to control and he doesn't know how to wrangle it back in. He stops himself in the center of the room and tilts his head back. ] Why're you doin' this?

[manipulative]

[ should've, could've, didn't. ]

[ this is why katherine will always win. she gives into the darkest parts of herself and learns to reign it in, control it to her best benefit. she doesn't deny herself who she is — she never has, not even when she had been katerina petrova. she had been denied so much due to being under the thumb of her father, but once she had broken free, she'd claimed her life, turned herself inside out, and reshaped her entire skeleton to be fiercer, stronger, and to never break. klaus had tried to break her, but she, as always, had began her journey as katherine pierce as she was determined to end it —one step ahead. ]

[ she remains one step ahead of benny, despite pulling very obvious cards. he should know what she's up to if she slips an envelope with an invite underneath his door. he can see the moves she's about to make but ignores the preparation of armouring himself against her tactics. he's asking for it, to give in, and katherine is merely encouraging him to take the steps. ]

Why not? [ she doesn't particularly want him to respond. her fingers stroke the man's neck, blood seeping into the lifelines on the pads of her fingers. she speaks to him as if a child; he reminds her of such, obeying the rules, never taking a step out of line. she wants him to put his hand in the cookie jar. ] It's in my nature, Benny. Just as it is in yours.

[exvampirate]

[ If Elizabeth hadn't of seen what happened with Martin it's possible he could have held on. It's possible he could have used her as an anchor of sorts. What would Elizabeth think of him picking up that boy and finishing him off? Elizabeth wouldn't think much of it though. She watched him rip Martin's throat out with his bare teeth. He was a monster in her eyes now. Though Dean tells a different story, but Benny don't believe him. She says self defense, but they both know he didn't have to take it that far. Eventually she'll have nightmares and then she'll start to treat him differently. She won't be able to help it and he won't be able to blame her for it. It's just how things go in his world. He can't even use Dean to hold himself accountable. Dean cut him out a long time ago.

His gaze flickers downward when her hand moves. He stares at the man a little longer now. He can't seem to bring himself to look away. He wants nothing more than to approach and tear into him. Every instinct inside of his body is begging for him to do it. It'd feel better. He'd feel better. It's been years since he's drunk live. Too long to even remember. When he used his fangs in Purgatory that wasn't feeding. That was self defense. Sometimes it's just easier to rip the jugular outta a monster than try to figure out some grand weakness. He's got his own weapons even if he did use a make shift one down there. He never actually needs one.

There's a growl caught in the back of his throat, but it finds it's way out eventually and he turns his head to force himself to not look at that man any longer. ] My nature ain't none of your concern, Katherine. I don't need your help. [ His fangs are out and he's having a hard time not looking at that man that's currently bleeding in her lap. She's gonna ruin him and there ain't a damn thing he can do about it. Shoulda called up Dean, but there's no way in hell he could get up here that fast. ] Put 'im somewhere else so I can have a civilized chat.

[manipulative]

[ you're no fun, benny. the look on katherine's face expresses that. she tilts her head, her mouth forming a hard line, as her eyes glare daggers into his. if only it'd decapitate him. ]

Something tells me civilised isn't in your vocabulary, Benny. But if it's the only way you'll have a conversation with me, then we'll do it your way. [ her face twists slightly, morphing into something akin to unamused anger. if he pulls this card, she'll simply pull the ace up her sleeve prematurely. ]

[ katherine doesn't move to compel the man in her lap and set him free. he's a trapped bird within her cage and she has no intentions of letting him go. instead, the fingers splayed on his neck move to the thick of his dark hair, entangling in there, gripping hard as she yanks his head up. opening her mouth, her fangs descend, the veins popping around her darkened eyes. she's about to take a bite of him before she glances up at benny. ]

You're sure you won't join me?

[exvampirate]

[ Benny can be decent, but maybe civilized is over stating it a bit. He can blend, but he's probably never going to mesh with a higher society of people. Katherine might, but Benny is happy where he's at. Plus it keeps him off too many radars. Hunters are a bitch and a half to dodge. Dean can run as much interference as he wants, but it ain't ever gonna get those guys off his tail. Though for right now he's safe. Though safe might not be the best way to describe being along in a room with Katherine and a half dead guy. One that is currently making Benny seriously wanna reconsider his whole drinking live approach. He'd happily do it too which is what makes this so hard.

As if on command she decides to up the stakes. Makes it about a hundred times worst by offering it up to him. Living in a nest meant you hunted and fed together with those of your own kind. Though their means of trapping folks was a little less conventional. Being a pirate gave you the ability to isolate and to disappear without a trace if you needed to. You could devour a whole crew of people and then be gone before anyone even noticed the newly abandoned ship. Usually the bodies could just be dumped into the water or just kept at the bottom of the boat until somebody found it drifting. It never really mattered much to him. ]

Katherine--[ It's almost like he's pleading with her to stop, but he can't back it up because he's moving towards her. Slowly,but he's getting there. He drops to one knee in front of her and stares hard at the man. Every ounce of self restraint he worked so hard to cultivate is fleeing him. He looks up at her once last time. ] I hate you. [ His head drops and his teeth sink into one side of the man's neck. ]

[manipulative]

[ katherine smirks as benny approaches. he's strong, for a vampire; she's used to stefan's wobbly feet, of how he sways to and fro from drinking from the vein and from a blood bag. benny's a different sort of challenge, one where he'd said all living things were off limits. breaking him was a challenge katherine very much enjoyed accepting. on his knees in surrender; benny's walls have come tumbling down, and she couldn't enjoy it anymore. ]

[ there's something satisfying in breaking a man's tough resolve — but a part of katherine wishes he had fought harder. the fight is more fun than the chase. but she has a feeling that benny will be back for another round of fighting his inner urges, and she'll be there to coax it out of him. ]

[ her grip on the man disappears as she practically drops him to benny, no longer supporting him, no longer teasing him with the offer of food and drawing it away with his approach. ] Drink up, Benny. Something tells me you're not going to enjoy this in the morning.