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[center][color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] Vex’s Apartment • [color=tan][b]Time:[/b][/color] Friday Night[/center]
[center][color=tan][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] [@Tae] Elodie • [color=tan][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@Tpartywithzombi] Vex, [@Enmuni] Dreda [/center]
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Adrenaline. A godsend for anyone squeezed tightly in the grips of one of life’s volatile and sudden dangers. A biological one-up, edge, bonus action, or power boost to aid in the prevention of the inevitable boogieman for anyone or anything that desires to see another day—another moment. Sometimes death was inescapable; there were no promises in receiving this jolt of strength and focus. It was short-lived, and it always came with consequences.

Sean’s breaths were slowing now, as the blows Vex dealt to him revealed how much pain he truly received. Sore muscles, aching bones, and throbbing he couldn’t ascertain. Still, he kept himself conscious. Was it stubbornness, familiarity, or perhaps the feeling of succeeding in preventing everyone on the floor of the cluttered apartment from seeing the reaper? Maybe all of the above.
 
He could almost smile at how Elodie summed everything up. [color=tan][i]Only half-pummeled, huh?[/i][/color] He made a glance at Vex, resting too peacefully for someone he had just scuffled with. The two women couldn’t be more different, and he somehow put himself in the position of putting them both back together tonight.

[color=D9A0B0]“I’m not alright… My ribs are wrecked. My arm’s useless. And the hunger is—”[/color] That was all Sean needed to hear out of Elodie. Call it a second wind, but resting on the hardwood floor for a few hours was no longer a consideration. His only hope was that she was exaggerating or overreacting.

[I][color=#963133]“Everyone needs to eat. Addicts want something so bad they feel like they need it. For us? Blood is both at once. And unlike hunger or jonesing, there’s no escaping blood. I can hear it in your veins. You can wait, but you can’t ignore it.”[/color][/i]

The memory that he kept for reference nipped at him the moment he thought he could leave a little room for complacency.

[color=D9A0B0]“It’s bad, Sean.”[/color]

[color=tan][i]Shit.[/i][/color] 

[color=D9A0B0]“I can smell everything. It’s like the whole room is…[I] singing[/I] to me.”[/color]

[color=tan][i]Shit. Shit. Shit.[/i][/color]

[color=D9A0B0]“I want to bite something so badly my jaw aches.”[/color]

[color=tan]“Fuck.”[/color] He said with an exhale, making sound more like a sharp sigh than a word. [color=tan][i]I have to move. I have the vegan option for her in the truck, but…[/i][/color] He glanced at Vex again. His absence from the two women was not something he wanted to gamble on after what just occurred. The worst-case felt like the most likely: one where Elodie thinks of Vex as a midnight snack and resets everything back to when he re-entered the apartment. 


[color=D9A0B0]“You’re always the one who shows up... One of these days you’re gonna get yourself killed”[/color] 

[color=D9A0B0]“Are you… you know. Still alive-alive? Not, like, stubbornly ‘I’ll die when I’m dead’ alive?”[/color] Sean took a deep breath before he grabbed Vex’s upper arms and carefully moved her onto the floor beside him with a wince. [color=tan]“The Pink Room is closed for tonight.”[/color] He said to the knocked-out lycan. 

[color=D9A0B0]“Because, no offense, but I really need you to be okay right now. I think I used up my bravery quota for the night.”[/color] 

[color=tan]“Elodie, quiet. I got this.”[/color] He snapped without raising his voice. [color=tan]“I’m fine.”[/color] His tone was level this time. Sitting up, he breathed deeply, proving to himself that he was alive and well despite the pain. [color=tan]“How much do you need to hold you over until we can get to the truck?”[/color] He gritted his teeth as he picked himself up off the floor. [color=tan]“I might have a free sample of B Negative on me… Well, in me… Damn, I’m going to be fucking purple tomorrow.”[/color] Sean removed one of his gloves, noting his swollen knuckles before rolling up his sleeve enough to reveal his bare wrist. [color=tan]“Don’t argue, just drink or suck or whatever.”[/color] He rolled his shoulders before closing the distance between them and kneeling over Elodie. [color=tan]“I’m not gonna get black veins, but if you fuck this up, I’m kicking your ass too.”[/color] Sean managed a slight smirk as he held out his wrist. 



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