Temper, Temper! [Open For 1 Person]

[liambrentwood]

OOC: Only one person can join this thread! I’d prefer a new face to RP with – please, but none the less, Human/vampire character allowed. Just don’t eat Liam.

Liam strolled down the dormant street, littered with rubbish and dirt left behind from earlier in the evening, busy shoppers and market dealers grabbing a bargain on the Summer sale, now Winter was approaching. It seemed as if they had their work cut out for them, stocking up goods and grabbing deals, the usual rat rush of hungry wheelers and dealers – who’d do anything of an extra penny!

A heavy sigh escaped his warm lungs, watching the dense cloud of fog fold out from his hot lungs. The night certainly was chilly; Liam could barely feel his fingertips as they pushed heavily down against the slight inside crease of his pockets, seeking warmth. He wore a dark jean jacket, with a neat buttoned up shirt beneath. His legs sprawling forwards quickly to keep up a quick pace, feeling them brush against the material of his black denim jeans.

He wasn’t in any hurry, but he was cold and the parking lot was quite far, he didn’t realise the length in which he strayed to get lost in this maze of a place. Mumbling to himself somewhat, he shook his head in distaste as he passed a tramp that shoved his cup out against his leg, begging, almost tripping Liam up as he staggered a little to suddenly stop and turn with a heated fashion to his face “Aye, you bloody sod! Ya want to watch yourself lad, or you’ll find those pretty fingers under meh’ boot!” he said with a snarl, sending the homeless tramp into a dazed stun at the ferociousness of this male.

Liam smirked with a hard grunt from the pit of his throat, turning to storm off down the road again, grumbling to himself the whole while, feeling his fingers grip against his pocket’s in sheer anger – Liam had such a short temper, sometimes it was unbelievable? But once his blood felt the tinge of warmth, it would just boil over and burn throughout him.

[sebastian]

AH, London. It was once said that once a man was sick of London, he was sick of life. Indeed, it was true. He had spent many days in London, too many to count. But this wasn’t a normal trip. Indeed, he took the train from Paris only a few hours before, and was planning on taking a flight out of Heathrow in twenty-four hours in order to make his way to America to visit an old, quite old, friend.

The people of London always amused him. It was like a European New York City. So many people, so very colorful. And not to feed his appetite on. That is what made Sebastian different. He was neither incredibly violent, but intimidating. Nor was he a powder puff who praised human kind. He thought they were fascinating, all of them.

His curiosity got the better of him, walking down when he noticed a lad, or perhaps an unsightly brute, cursing a beggar. Honestly, the man was quite out of order, sticking his leg out like that. He never understood beggars. They were always around, no matter what time period. They needed to pick their bums up and get work.

But this man; honestly, he could easily be described as a monster. Sebastian, if he had known any better, would turn his heels and head the other way. But no, he was intrigued. And shameless; what did he care? He’d talk with whomever he liked. If they’d not have him, well they’d soon learn the error of their ways.

He hurried around a corner, keeping his cloak buttoned quite firmly against the cold. This way, he would walk right into the man. Well not into him. He wasn’t going to crash into this fuming best of a person. That’d be silly. And pointless.

He walked straight, until he spotted the man, stomping quite angrily along the way.

“Tell me, do beggars in these parts often assault pedestrians?” he asked, with the tiniest hint of a Parisian accent.

[liambrentwood]

London was indeed a colourful and mixed bowl of backgrounds, perhaps it was just the free healthcare, bluntly speaking, or perhaps London had some sort of magnet to it? Sure, work, lifestyle, one of the top ten, perhaps in the top five countries to be pronounced as a wealthy country, independent… Or was it the historical factor and monuments that swooned tourists and on-lookers alike from all over the world to this place? Let’s face it, Liam made his way abruptly to London on a pocketful of money and bag of clothes – now he was a manager of sorts within the construction career, impressive for an ex ‘lazy’ man.

He couldn’t help but grit his teeth firmly within his moist mouth, trying to calm down, he wasn’t sure why he’d got so angry over something so minor? There was certainly more deeper down inside him that had to have caused him to be this way… It was almost like; something inside was rattling the cage to get out, feeling the warmth in his belly as it soared through his strong thudding heart to turn his flesh a tender warmth to the touch.

Liam began to be engulfed in a mesmerised pile of thoughts, thinking quietly as he strolled along with his stern tensed heavy body, but the thoughts soon clashed with a strange accent, a voice that suddenly appeared to echo down the side of his neck almost. Although the accent was different ever so slightly, it was none-the-less comforting, strange to say…

His head slowly lifted to look upon the ‘young’ male who strutted by his side as Liam came to a slow stop, blinking at the young handsome man to chirp a slight laugh at his remark “Oh aye, tell me about it lad…” Liam said in his strong Irish accent, nodding to him, obviously knowing this male had seen him with the incident just back there. “Honestly, they’re filth! God-ridden filth!” Liam said with a clench of the fist to shake vaguely, needing to get that off his chest. “Aye, I’d keep your wallet where your mouth is boy… They’d pinch it at first sight” Liam said more calmly, giving the male a hint, hearing he wasn’t local to these areas.

[sebastian]

“Oh aye, tell me about it lad…” answered the man, with a distinct Irish accent.

Aye, what was a fair Irish man doing so far from Ireland? He seemed to distinctly remember rivalries between the two Isles. Oh, how times changed. He couldn’t help but laugh a tad inside, on being addressed as a lad. Sure, he had the face of someone who was not yet twenty, but he was far from being a lad.

He had been living long enough to be a lad at least two hundred times. His amusement was pictured on his face, by a small arch of the eyebrow and nothing more.

“Honestly, they’re filth! God-ridden filth! Aye, I’d keep your wallet where your mouth is boy… They’d pinch it at first sight”

Fascinating creature he was. Absolutely an animal he could tell as far as anger was concerned. He bet if he could somehow get a grip of those emotions he’d be a force to reckon with someday. That is, if he didn’t get himself killed, which by his attitude didn’t seem entirely impossible.

“Terrible indeed. If they’d just pick themselves off a curb and try working for a living maybe they’d realize why good men like ourselves aren’t so quick to throw money away,” he said, attempting to put himself in the ‘normal good men’ category.

This area was quite populated with vampires. He had seen many in his short walk. He was almost surprised a man like this wasn’t picked up. He could surely sense his hot blood would make an excellent meal. But then again, he wasn’t just some whelp of a man; he sure seemed to be a force to be reckoned with.

“Excuse me, how could I be so rude. My name is Sebastian Mechant. If you haven’t already noticed, I am visited from the enchanting Paris,” he said, casually offering a hand.

His hand, which was covered in a leather glove, was always distinctly cold. Most people thought nothing of it. And a fake last name was often in order. Just incase his name was in small print in a textbook somewhere, he didn’t want anyone getting suspicious. Not that he doubted anyone was that brilliant. Especially not this brute.

[liambrentwood]

Liam’s body posture slowly began to soften from the stern and firm state it was tightened into, feeling his thick warm blood dampen and moisten his joints, filling in those nooks and crannies with a sensation of power that embedded into his muscles… Indeed, getting Angry made Liam feel, strangely good? Even if it was unintentionally sparked, his anger, he’d still feel that flow of juice that gave him the extra morale and fearlessness – overall, power.

His ears perked up as he listened to the stranger talk on behalf of them, ‘good gentleman’ that made him smile somewhat to himself, if only this young man knew the truth of Liam’s history – he was far from it. “Oh aye, you speak like a saint dear friend” Liam said with a slight wink, trying to conceal that grin that threatened to emerge on his pink flush lips. “Mmh, if only they’d take a good man’s advice, like yours – them lazy beggars wouldn’t be grumbling”

Suddenly the male caught him off-guard as he introduced himself, sending a vibrant shudder up his spine as he listened to his name, Sebastian, there was something about that name that held a tranquil stitch of detail to it. “Oh, you’re not rude at all…” Liam quietly said, feeling his eyes slither down the male’s body to look at the concealed hand under the firm leather grip of a glove. “Liam, no true man needs an introduction my friend” Liam sternly said as he threw his masculine hand out to grip against the leather fabric, tightening his grip firmly around the young boy’s hand…

It almost seemed a little intimidating as Liam stared the young man in the eye, feeling his grip tighten to shake slowly – he thought nothing of the chill factor this Sebastian had, the night was cold! “Paris eh?” Liam questioned with a grin, finally loosening his grip to let go of his hand, taking a moist lick to his lips to nod slowly “Aye, beautiful country – if only Napoleon done his job a little better” Liam said jokingly, insinuating that England would be a better place under French Rule. Maybe Sebastian’s thoughts weren’t wrong at all, Liam wasn’t a fan of the pompass people in London…

[sebastian]

“Oh aye, you speak like a saint dear friend. Mmh, if only they’d take a good man’s advice, like yours – them lazy beggars wouldn’t be grumbling”

Ah, what irony there was in these words! Had Liam only known; Sebastian was quite the farthest from a saint that could possibly be in creation. He was after all, a damned soul. The saints he knew were generally quite well, and pious of course. It seemed Liam considered himself a good man, and perhaps this provided insight to his character. He seemed like a complex human being, or perhaps quite simple.

If perhaps the situation was different, and Sebastian was a man who enjoyed creating little vampire fledglings, this is certainly the type of man he’d choose. That was, if indeed this man knew how to control his temper. If he learned some self-control, Sebastian had no doubt he was in the presence of greatness. But alas, Sebastian was rarely interested in such things. It would take something very significant to change his mind.

“Oh, you’re not rude at all. Liam, no true man needs an introduction my friend. Paris eh? Aye, beautiful country – if only Napoleon done his job a little better”

Sebastian noted how tightly this man, (now known by with the name of Liam,) shook his hand. It appeared that Sebastian’s icy-skin wasn’t rather strange, as there was no peculiar distortion of Liam’s features to signify something outlandish.

Sebastian silently chuckled to himself, and his amusement could only be shown by the small crack of a smirk. Ah, Napoleon Bonaparte. Good man! Sebastian had spent some time with him the nineteenth century when he was Emperor of practically all of Europe. He of course, could not divulge such a relationship; less he wanted to be labeled as mad.

“Ah, Napoleon Bonaparte. Yes, I’ve spent a great deal of my studies focused on the man. Could you imagine how differently the world might operate had he been successful? He was tres dynamique, one can sense indeed. But tell me, if it is not too prying, how have you found yourself in London?” he asked, genuinely curious.

[liambrentwood]

This Irishman was someone who was a man’s man, he thrived on masculinity and a good circle of strong friends, who could keep their nose above water without the help of others, surprisingly, Liam did seem to abide by the phrase ‘Only the strongest shall survive’ sometimes – but he wasn’t that cold hearted, that he wouldn’t spare a hand to a stranded fellow of sorts in this world… He too had climbed from the bottom of the ladder at one stage.

After shaking the young man’s hand, he did recall the chill factor of his grasp, but thought no more of it, as the night was bitterly chilly anyway. If only he knew who he was talking too, the privilege to speak to someone so experienced and most likely, so powerful? But deceiving to say the least, as his form of a young tender aged male gave that innocence any true hunter would acquire.

Liam wasn’t trying to petty deals to get on this man’s side, knowing he was French and obviously saying some ‘compliments’ about a former leader of France’s rein – he did genuinely mean it. He spoke his mind and Liam wasn’t a fan of the English one bit, but sadly, this city was the only thing on offer to earn a true living, Ireland had their fair share of job prospects, but London, undoubtedly had higher prospects and career paths.

“Oh Aye, I could imagine such changes…” Liam somewhat quietly said to himself, more than it being aimed at Sebastian before him. “Studies? Aye, you go Uni?” Liam questioned himself somewhat curiously, as he ran a hand down his slender tight jaw that was bristled with a soft dressing of bearded growth peering through. His lips almost mimicked Sebastian’s when that tinge of amusement hit him, a slight pointed perk at the edges of his lips as he concealed that chirp of a laugh threatening to break loose, when he heard his question of curiosity. “Oh, now that’s one long story lad” Liam said gently, before continuing “Penny in my pocket and a spring in my toes, oh aye, have legs – will travel!” he spurted out lastly to tap his nose a little, winking.

He was beginning to like this mysterious character, which was odd, Liam wasn’t one for mingling or even considering a friendship with someone such as him – there wasn’t a lot between their ‘Human age gap’ but Sebastian had that perfectionist and slender successful look – whilst Liam’s aura gave more of a vibrant strength and hard working look, two different kettles of fish distinctly.

[sebastian]

“Oh Aye, I could imagine such changes…Studies? Aye, you go Uni?”

Ah, a fair question. As stated, Sebastian never lied. He believed one lie would only spread into a nasty web. He had been to Oxford before, and taken classes there. One got bored though after a while, learning about things they had lived through. Sometimes it was fascinating to hear how history was told.

“No. I’m taking time away from school to pursue some traveling and such. I’m in London on my way to visit an old friend, and thought I might visit the city. But I suppose everyone in France spends a great deal studying Napoleon!” he admitted.

He didn’t lie; he merely beautified the truth. He was taking time away from school; he had been taking time away for five hundred years. And he was traveling, and on his way to visit a friend. And indeed, everyone in France was obsessed with Napoleon as he was the only man they really had to be proud of, unless you had some sick obsession with Louis XIV.


“Oh, now that’s one long story lad. Penny in my pocket and a spring in my toes, oh aye, have legs – will travel!”

Sebastian cracked a smile, deeply amused by the Irish lad. He thought he might break out into a jig any moment. The Irish never really changed he noted, and although people are constantly being born and die it seems that each country always had this established stereotype.

“Ah, I should hope to see more of the world soon. It is so big, and travel is so efficient these days that I can’t see why a man can’t just pick up and go to China on a whim! A job is nice, but if one can provide for himself I can’t see wasting time in offices,” he admitted.

[liambrentwood]

OOC: Towards the end I made a few NPC’s – you can control them if you like, otherwise, they’ll most likely just walk passed. You’ll soon see as you read.

He listened intently for the answer, a slight tilt taking to his head as he watched the slender fine-cut male before him begin to speak. So he was taking time off Studies? Liam pondered whether he was some sort of exchange student – as they’d call them, travelled over to seek some sort of career in England, but no, this young lad was travelling was already? Liam desired to travel, have that flint of freedom in the belly, understand new cultures and make that significant mark on terrain around the entire world.

“Travelling eh? I’ve always wanted to take that up…” he said with a slight mumble to the last part, smiling weakly to Sebastian. “If I’m keeping you…” Liam said with a slight tinted raise of the brow, continuing to speak “From your friend, then aye, I’d hate to be that burden” of course, Liam didn’t want to keep this fine fellow from acquainting an old friend.

Sebastian showed that slight amusement from his phrase, making him feel like he wasn’t wasting his time – in a sense, standing here, talking to someone who didn’t show that slight emotion? But Sebastian did and Liam was grateful that someone like him actually approached him for a bit of chat…

The fine young man continued to speak, travel again, it almost made Liam feel bad inside that he’d never gone further then this. London was only meant to be a milestone to him, the beginning of a true plot? But maybe, it didn’t go any further than this, perhaps Liam was meant to be cautious now, unlike he was a good few years ago – picking up his bags and leaving with a penny to spare. Maybe it was just this mortal coil, life wasn’t easy anymore, it was blessing he’d made it this far, luck of the Irish perhaps?

“Aye, method to your madness, there really is…” it was true, why shouldn’t a man or a woman pick up and leave? The world was ours, right? Not like humans had to share it with anything else – or so Liam thought. He plucked up the strength to ask something else, but was soon cut short, as his eyes drifted over the glares of a few young boys brushing passed them on the sidewalk. Liam could feel their glares and their dress sense didn’t add much to the imagination, dark ‘hoodies’ and blacked out clothes, great, Liam could already feel his anger boiling slightly at the stares as they passed… Trying to bite his tongue to not say something.

[sebastian]

“Traveling eh? I’ve always wanted to take that up…If I’m keeping you…From your friend, then aye, I’d hate to be that burden.”

Sebastian waved a hand. London wasn’t the final stop on his journey to see Layla, so he really wasn’t being detained at all. He was stuck in this city until tomorrow night when his flight left. Awful, the sun really was. It made everything so inconvenient.

”Oh no, no burden at all. I’m quite enjoying myself. Forgive me if I was unclear; my friend resides in New Orleans. This is merely a stop before I go on my way tomorrow,” he replied.

“Aye, method to your madness, there really is.”

Sebastian chuckled. Ah, he must have seemed mad to some people. Traveling from place to place. He seemed like an eighteen year old Parisian with the speech of someone from medieval Europe; with no direction in life, an unlimited amount of funds and what it seemed, no family. Most people weren’t sure what to think of him.

He noted Liam was cut short, when a group of young boys passed them by, glaring through their hoods. He turned away from him, still keeping a feel for what they might be up to. He was about to ask Liam to continue what he was saying, when one of them made a move, for Sebastian’s wallet, which was in the pocket of his dark trench coat.

Before the boy knew what hit him, Sebastian turned around quickly, grabbed the boy’s arm and twisted it behind his head. It was so fast; human eyes could barely see what was going on. His little friends moved closer, and Sebastian through the whelp in the street. Sebastian was indeed vicious when attacked, and perhaps the boys caught on for they stopped walking so close. He looked like a string bean of a man, but he was much more. With Liam by his side, he doubted they’d do anything more…stupid.

[liambrentwood]

Liam nodded gently, relieved to know he wasn’t keeping this fine young chap from moving on, Liam wasn’t usually the guilty type, nor would he even consider giving a monkey’s uncle about others – but Sebastian was different? Somehow? He had that vibe about him, which made him want to – respect him? Plainly speaking. The way in which Sebastian spoke and held his chin up, it was honourable and strangely, alluring…

As his eyes drifted off the young lads who waltzed by with their limp-like walks, he didn’t notice them backtracking to an extent, particularly one of them trying to slithering a hand into Sebastian’s pocket. Liam’s heart jumped as he suddenly saw the slender male before him grasp the youth in some sort of technical move, that immobilized him, most likely causing pain too. “Good grief” Liam mumbled to himself, a little stunned at the speed!? How on Earth!? But questions would have to come later, as the presence of the other friends drew nearer.

Liam’s hands dropped from his pockets, coiling up into hard clenched fists as he glanced to the youngsters, one of them seemingly twiddling something in his pocket, a knife perhaps? Liam was good at sizing up people, or so he thought, as Sebastian surpassed his whole theory about him. None the less, his jaw tightened and he parted his lips to turn to the boys “Aye, got a problem have we?” Liam said in that growling tone that began to brew up, his face seemingly changing to a tougher state.

The boys didn’t seem to say much, more hesitant than anything, pondering on what to do, until one of them flipped out a little knife – just as Liam expected and lunged at him. Luckily, he was expecting such a thing and he’d dealt with much worse in his time. Bombarding his arm with both hands, he yanked the boy forwards and booted his leg out to stomp against the abdomen of the youngster, sending that vital shock racketing through his body, feeling the knife drop… “Aye, not so tough now are we!?” Liam said through his gritted teeth, as his arm wrapped up around the small neck of the boy to clench real tightly, getting the real urge to break it, really hurt the boy.

Surprisingly, Liam kept his cool as he glanced around quickly, almost checking his back, before looking for Sebastian “Aye, you okay?” he said real quickly, feeling the kid under the strength of his arm squirm, or perhaps sobbing? He couldn’t really tell, but either way, he felt incredibly good about it – powerful?

[sebastian]

“Aye, got a problem have we?”

Not for long. Between Sebastian’s skill and Liam’s brute strength, it seemed these boys hadn’t even had a chance. Even a knife was no threat, as Liam quickly disarmed the boy. They could stab Sebastian all they wanted. That flimsy thing was nor more than a thorn in his finger.

Eventually, everything was under control. Very quickly actually.

“Aye, you okay?”

Sebastian at first wasn’t sure if he was talking to him. He looked up, and dusted his pocket off, as if he got some ‘human dust’ on it that was beginning to perturb him. He shrugged a shoulder.

“I’m quite fine,” he answered, giving one of the boys who lay surrendering on the ground a thump with his boot.

Sebastian was indeed quite bored of the whole ordeal, and gave Liam a kind of wave, suggesting he just throw the whelp aside and continue on their merry way. That is if Liam wanted to continue walking and talking with Sebastian. He was having a grand time.

“So, what were you saying before we were so rudely interrupted?” he asked.

[liambrentwood]

The boy beneath Liam’s arm soon stopped the squirming, which disheartened him? It wasn’t much fun when they didn’t show any reaction, emotion if you will. A soft sigh left his plump lips as he gazed on towards Sebastian who seemed to brush himself off and discard the boy, with a fine little punt of a kick. Boredom? But Liam was just getting started!? He could feel his heart throbbing like a jack-hammer and the veins at his temple probing against his thick skull for a little more action, but somehow, Sebastian had that vibe around him still, the luring sensation that eased Liam’s temper… Like a gust of cold icy wind against a burning barrel of flames.

Slowly Liam’s grip loosened and he shoved the boy from off him with a full hearted push, it was more to stop Liam having another little dig, rather than the boy turning and giving some sort of counter attack, if he’d just let go of the boy.

A hard gulp moistened the burning gullet of his throat and the sleeve of his jean jacket dragged across his damp moist brow, which began to accumulate a soft patter of sweat. Slowly his body turned and he stepped onwards towards the ‘Pide Piper’s’ Wave of gesture to continue. That alluring sensation taking over Liam’s senses as he established himself with Sebastian again, by his side…

“I…” Liam said weakly, looking to him in a new light almost? Perhaps he’d seen this young chap wrongly before, he was indeed a ‘man’. “Aye, I’ve forgotten” Liam said with a nervous laugh softly, looking down at the pavement below them briefly as he walked, before glancing to Sebastian “How’d you… Do that?” Liam pondered curiously as his slender long fingers began to pull the imperfect tucks and nooks in his clothing from the grapple, seeming like bit of a perfectionist – in his own right.

[sebastian]

“Aye, I’ve forgotten. How’d you… Do that?” Liam pondered curiously.

Sebastian knitted his eyebrows together for a moment, as if not sure what Liam was talking about. Do…what? Kick the boy? Well it was simple; he just used his foot, and kicked. It seemed like a natural kind of reflex. Sebastian came to assume he was talking about the way all 145 lbs, 6 feet of Sebastian defended himself so well. That could not be answered so easily.

“The same way you did. Paris is full of pickpockets as well,” he said, vaguely answering Liam’s question.

He doubted Liam would be so rude to comment that he didn’t believe someone of Sebastian’s size could be capable of physically defending himself in such a manner. Or maybe it was his knack for knowing just what was going on behind him that was so strange. It was a double edge sword. Sebastian almost wanted to see if Liam was gutsy enough to ask him about his skills, or respectful enough to keep his mouth shut.

“I get the feeling you often beat up misguided teenagers,” he said with a laugh, noting at the swiftness and skill Liam seemed to possess.

He was a rare sort this man. If only he could learn to control his temper. Sebastian had a feeling this would not be the last time they met. He wanted to spend as much time with this man as possible.

[liambrentwood]

He indeed ponder curiously, to how such a tall male – who bypassed Liam’s theory on the strength side, managed to move real fast, too fast for comfort, he almost felt intimidated that he’d blink and find Sebastian gone? He had to be some sort of top class student in martial arts, or some sort of defending skill that allowed him to make such simple moves, seem so complex?

A slight smirk came to Liam’s lips as he nodded to Sebastian, not really getting the answer he craved, but did it really matter. “Oh, aye, yes…” Liam said half to himself, mumbled slightly as it left his lips, to hit the dormant cold air. “You move fast…” Liam said shortly after, as he stared onwards down the road, unable to conceal that grin that happened to spread across his lips – tiptoeing on the boundaries of pushing his luck, asking a little more – but he didn’t.

He chirped a sudden laugh as Sebastian said those slur of words ‘I get the feeling you often beat up misguided teenagers’ which in a sense, wasn’t all that false, Liam had enough fights in his time, that half of them, maybe more – were actually youngsters with a big mouth and handful off guts. “Oh, I wouldn’t call it a hobby” he said in return, nodding to him slightly. “Although, I don’t mind a good ol’ hustle now and again” his voice pitching those words with a firm tone, slowly giving Sebastian a look that would kill.

Liam wasn’t no expert at fighting, nor did he have those ‘oh so’ needed qualifications that branded him as a fighter. He was an under-dog at any sport and learnt from a hard, tough upbringing, experience in a short terms, that meant more than anything else…