Sam: I really need the extra money that filing another story will bring in. I'm almost out of gambouge yellow, so I either get some quick cash or it's back to student colors for a while.
Internal monologue during his first meeting with Merlyn, his sire-to-be:
Sam: What do I think? I'd like to tell you what I think. I think you've manipulated things somehow so I would cover this "story". I think you're far more dangerous than you look. I think I'm in very deep water. I also think you're dead sexy, in that black widow way.
On being taken to Nate, his sire-to-be's, secret "hacker nest":
Evan: Of course, I prefer to live in a place that doesn't smell like piss and vomit but hey, each to their own.
Merlyn (GM): So, what do you think, Mr Lewis? Have you got enough to write your story?
Sam: (internal monologue) Sure! Weird, sexy woman arranges for struggling artist and underpaid reporter to cover non-story so she can show how she bought his only piece that's ever been sold.
Evan: Ha! I knew it! I *knew* it! This is all a front for some secret ass hacking nest! Yeah!
OOC Sam: I've now embraced her twice, so if she wasn't a vampire before, she is now!
Tigs: Gee, I am jumpy tonight. I wonder what they put in the lentil soup. Maybe the third bowl was too much...
Evan (to Nate): At this point I feel obligated to warn you that any beer buzz I had going on in the club is gone now, so can we save the neo-Cure-listener daylight-brings-pain crap and get to what the catch *really* is?
About Merlyn:
Sam: When she dumps me in an emotion shattering manner I'll just use that to paint my best work yet!
Tigs: I look at Sly, eyebrow raised, with a half incredulous grin. "You 'found' a bike, huh? With keys and everything? Just lying around." I shrug. "Cool."
Tigs rides a bike for the first time, behind her sire-to-be, Sly:
Tigs: Shit! Wow! Way cool! ...nice waist... Whoa! Corner! Nope, aint letting go! This is fun!! Jeeesus! That was CLOSE! Wooooohoooo! Shit ! If he drives like this all the time he must be pretty good. He's a fucking lunatic! Damn this is cool! Yeah! Whoa! Red light! ...obviously doesn't matter... Going too fucking fast for the cops to catch us! Yahhhhhaaaaaa!
On meeting his sire-to-be, Isaiah, for the first time:
William: I light up a cigarette, and then proceed to inform him, "There is a well known gay bar down the street if you are that way inclined, but I, however, am not." Then I touch my hand to my head in the Islamic way, bid him "Salam" and turn to head back to my own table... Inshallah.
William: I'll ask him if we have met, in a brave kind of way (whilst trying to forget the goosebumps that have started forming along my spine).
Jack has just learned that his step-father, Terry, is responsible for his mother's death.
Jack: There are a lot of quesitons working their way through my mind as I race to Terry's place. Break his back first, and leave him a cripple for the rest of his life? Mmm, he's over 50 so that might not be that long. Perhaps suffocate him as he sleeps? Not very satisfying. Break his jaw so he can't call for help, break his legs and then arms, and once that's done beat the living crap out of him and let him die nice and slowly as the blood fills up his lung? Yeah, that's a plan.
On opening the door to find his girlfriend standing there:
Sam: I think we should see other people.
Sam: I get royally drunk and attempt to draw inspiration from the traumatic parting.
William: Isaiah, stalking is an offence in most of the civilised states within the union, as far as I know. Please tell me you're not a psycho.
Evan: You got a girlfriend, so high? High strung? Likes to ambush people with knives a lot?
William is very drunk.
William: Ssooo, pray... Expand on your point. I'm a Paramedic by the way and it imposshible to lie to us you undershtand? - noo serioush! It'ss an unwritten rule... *burp*
On meeting Tigs and Sly:
Evan: Curious, that this chick's with him. Maybe she just goes for wankers.
Ebba: Then I wait to see what happens next. Will we meet some more courteous and sexy guys, or do we run the gauntlet of viscious women? Stay tuned...
Discussing the woman who attacked him.
Evan (to Nate): Well, you better tell her that next time I *will* knock her fucking head off her shoulders. I let her off easy this time 'cause she was doing some seriously funky shit, but next time I'll bring her to you in a fucking zip-lock bag.
Tigs: He wants to see this chick again? So that there is a "next time"? Are these guys using the shit that they are selling?
His first word to Tigs:
Evan: Kumbayah.
Sam plans his evening...
OOC Sam: I engage in small talk till we get the suit, then head to the party and wow everyone with my style and grace. Later, I proclaim myself Prince to general approval.
The hippy meets the rapper.
Evan: How about a rousing chorus of Kumbayah, then?
Tigs: No campfire, no guitar, ipso facto no fucking kumbayah. Yo, yo... My homie.
On coming face-to-face with a monster at the scene of an accident:
William: Fumbling for my can of Mace, I utter under my breath, "Who brought the Panther?" ( a line off Ghostbusters, I think.) I also contemplate how the one-liners from B grade movies spring to my thoughts in times of stress.
Whilst fighting the creature:
William: Instantly it dawns on me with a chill. This thing can't be allowed to breed.
Describing Tigs:
Evan: She's pretty fiesty for someone who doesn't realise it's not the fucking sixties anymore.
To one of the guests at a party:
Ebba: Oh, are you one of Anthony's old girlfriends? I thought you were someone important in the company. My mistake.
Evan: I'm like Robin Hood. I steal from the rich. Only I keep it. All profit, see?
On meeting Merlyn:
OOC Ebba: I appraise her. Is she looking wonderful, or is Anthony just being polite? Then I punch her in the face, jump up on the table and sing "In the name of love!"
Tigs (about Evan): He called me pumpkin. How fucking cute... Asshole.
Evan: Chicks. You just can't tell them about bikes and expect them to wrap their little minds around it.
Tigs: I contemplate punching smarmy rapper in the face.
After being saved from hideous creatures by his sire-to-be, Isaiah:
William: Feel free to kill the fuck out of that other one anytime you want, Isaiah!
Jack hits on his sire, Violet:
Jack: I walk over to the couch and flop into it, and just happen to have one arm up on the couch top. If it just happens to show my muscular biceps, and be in the perfect place for her to sit against and maybe even lean into, well... that's exactly what I'm hoping for.
Describing Nate, his sire-to-be:
Evan: I wanted to kick his ass the first time I met him. I think I was planning to smash a bottle in his face, actually.
Regarding Evan and Nate:
Tigs: Who would have thought it? Gay mafia gun-toting, drug runners.
Evan: Well, the time has come for us to bid adieu. Parting is such sweet, sweet sorrow.
Tigs: And a rapper by any other name would still be as mouthy.
William realises the futility of explaining himself to the mortal authorities.
Isaiah: The police will arrive soon. It's better we're not here.
William: Er... Couldn't I just say that the things... with the teeth... and then you... with... the sword... Um... So, do you have a car?
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