[center][color=Thistle][h1]Damian[/h1][/color][/center]

Location: One Night in Hell→ Exiting  
Time: Evening- Opening
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Damian took a deep breath, hearing Nikki's voice, but not really able to take in what she was saying. It took everything he had to keep his form together. . . and hold back every fiber of his being from latching onto Nikki and draining her dry of all of the vis. With another shuddering breath, Damian managed to force the shadowy bits of his body in something resembling a human shape, though his voice still came out as a resonating drone rather than something formed by actual vocal chords. 

[color=Thistle]"I. . I. . . I'm fine, N-Nikki. Just . . just . . just fine."[/color]

Picking himself up to his feet, eyes focused at some point in the distance, he limped his way towards the door of the club but didn't make it far before his leg gave out from underneath him. He fell with a sharp cry, hissing through his teeth as he struggled to get to his feet once more, but couldn't even summon the strength to do that. And more than anything, he felt hungry. Terribly, terribly hungry, more so than he ever had before, and every movement he made only seemed to make it worse. So he simply laid there, entire body coiled tight in on itself as he waited for the ambulances, focusing all of his thoughts internally, and shutting everything else out. Anything less than this, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop himself from attacking the next person he saw.
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As the ambulances drove off, the young licentia sat down amongst the whipping winds of ice and snow, kneading the now empty vis package in his hands. The paramedics had watched him the entire time they had been there, looking as if he might jump them at the slightest moment. He could smell the fear and suspicion that clung to them as they went about their work the whole time, and was half certain that part of the reason they had been so insistent on getting Nikki to the hospital was to make sure she didn't end up alone with him. For his part, however, he couldn't really blame them. When they had arrived, he had barely been able to hold his form together, the hunger gnawing at his frayed sense of reason like a rabid beast. If they had waited any longer to arrive, he didn't think he would've been able to hold himself back.

In all his life, it was the first time that he had ever experience such a ferocious hunger, and even now he couldn't help but feel a slight gnawing hunger rumbling from within his core, the few packs of vis that they had used to stabilize him proving insufficient to sate it. But it would do until he could find somewhere else to feed. . . hopefully. Pushing that thought aside, for now, he only offered the briefest of glances to Nikki as she asked him if he had a place to stay the night.

[color=thistle]". . . You don't have to. I don't. . don't want to be a bo-bo-bother. I can find somewhere to hunker down till the storm passes. . . or at least lets up. Benefit of being a licentia like me, you can fit in quite a few places."[/color]

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