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I Feel Like I'm Drowning

#1
Ezra Offline
Gasoline. 
 
It was blitzkrieg to the senses, a head-on collision with concrete throughout which the breaks were left untouched – while the back of his throat, coated with powder, burned metallic. Hamming fists cracked like fireworks outside the single-occupancy bathroom as Ezra ran his thumb across his apartment keys, catching what cocaine remained in the dulled grooves before packing it tightly against his gums. 
 
Three taps across the spiderwebbed screen of a spare smartphone: that’s all it’d taken to track her down – and how much of a mental strain had it been costing him to work with Evalyn? 
 
It certainly helped that his fears (which were extremely warranted to a sober mind) had been numbed along with the entirety of his mouth, throat, and nasal passages. All sensation was replaced entirely with crackling sparks of confidence, electric charges of euphoria, and gleaming swells of grandiosity. He rode the wave of it (the perfect storm) as he slipped out from the bathroom and flung himself into the waves of club-goers. 
 
Iona Bates. 
 
His scars sang her name. 



Iona
Human (Carmine)

Played by: Meg

Age: 34

Species: Human

Power: N/A

Posts: 13
#2
Iona Offline
The heartbeats were louder than the music. They thrummed around her, a collective thunk so deafening she pretended it was her own. She breathed air she didn’t need, gulping at its thickness. Panting bodies sweat, radiated, warming cool, dead skin. Though a huntress, Iona often played the moth. Humans were her beacon, a buzzing neon porch light, deadly and bright and alive.

Closing her eyes, the succubus tipped her head back. Rolling her shoulders, her hips twisted, arms up, her fingers traced her own outline before they curled up towards the throbbing sky. Turning into someone, she reached back and cupped the back of their neck, placing her thumb on their pulse. Arching backwards, she sucked on her bottom lip and enjoyed the friction.

That’s when she saw him.

Lips parting in what could have been a sigh of pleasure or a shocked ‘o’, she continued to move against the stranger in her grasp, eyes darkening as she stared straight at him. Into him. Through him.
Succubus

Played by: Lyss

Age: 320

Species: Vampire

Posts: 3
#3
Ezra Offline
Mistake.
 
A what?
 
Mistake. He was making a mistake. He shouldn’t be there.
 
Ezra pushed through the crowd, throwing elbows and shoving raised drinks out of the way to cut a more direct path. To where, he wasn’t quite sure, but he knew what it ended with. Flat beer and suspiciously clear, sticky well drinks rained down, christening the shoulders of  his already sweat-soaked tee. His head pounded with each bone-rattling beat of the music.
 
He was too drunk, too high. Still too fucking enthralled.
 
The shrill voice in the back of his head – the one urging (begging) him to stop, to call Grice, to put an end to the ungodly mess he was making – became deftly smothered by the drowning swells of the music, the crowd. The crush of broken glass and hoarse, reverberating shouts of unruly patrons. Biting down on the numb, gummy inside of his cheek, Ezra turned – looked – ducked – darted –
 
And there she was.
 
She stole all air into her uninflated, flaccid lungs, and Ezra, gasping, reached desperately for the bar countertop just within reach. He sagged against the grimy concrete, blind to the faceless blur twisting and writhing behind her.
 
Eyes so blue, they appeared clear.
 
Before he could fully fathom what he was doing, before he could even fashion a word, Ezra lunged across the bar and swiped an abandoned garnish knife from a mess of discarded lime skins, each one scraped to a fleshy pulp.
 
Lips pale, pale, lifelessly pale, till they became as slick and red as that which flowed throughout him.
 
His gaze searched for hers – desperately, hungrily – but she wasn’t looking. Not really.
 
She was ice, and he was fire. She was empty and he was full, so full, fit to bursting—
 
Blood, thick and hot, poured down his hand as Ezra drew the knife across the base of his palm.
 
It was what she wanted. It was what he had to give.
 
Wouldn’t she look now?
Human (Carmine)

Played by: Meg

Age: 34

Species: Human

Power: N/A

Posts: 13
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