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[Say hello to an angular looking face that's not smiling. He is smoking, which is all part of the bad boy look. Maybe.]
Let's get one thing clear here, yeah? Last thing I need is a bunch of goody-goodies hunting me down out of some obligated sense of protecting the masses. Yes, I'm a vampire. Ooh. Scary, I know.
[Hands lift to do a little 'woo' motion, a cigarette between two fingers that he pauses to take a drag from before continuing in a thick, lower-class British accent.]
No, I can't eat any humans. Got me on that synthetic crap here. So unless one of you plans on dropping off a bag of type you on my doorstep, consider yourselves safe.
[And it pains him to admit that. It's obvious on his face.]
So instead of blaming me for being all terrible and mean -- which I am, try blaming whatever brought me here. I was just off, being a vampire in my own little word, then poof. I wake up here. Not my fault. Didn't sign up for it. So you hero types, you bleeding heart goody-goodies, you can all put your pitchforks down and go pet a puppy or something.
[He pauses for a moment, then points at the screen.]
Non-humans, however, I can still hurt. So if you're up for an asskicking, by all means, come a'knocking. I could do with a good fight. It's too... nice around here. Gives me the willies. And please, don't try to come back with some 'all bad needs to be stopped'. It's bollocks. Every world needs a bit of bad. It's what gives the goodies something to be all superior over.
Let's get one thing clear here, yeah? Last thing I need is a bunch of goody-goodies hunting me down out of some obligated sense of protecting the masses. Yes, I'm a vampire. Ooh. Scary, I know.
[Hands lift to do a little 'woo' motion, a cigarette between two fingers that he pauses to take a drag from before continuing in a thick, lower-class British accent.]
No, I can't eat any humans. Got me on that synthetic crap here. So unless one of you plans on dropping off a bag of type you on my doorstep, consider yourselves safe.
[And it pains him to admit that. It's obvious on his face.]
So instead of blaming me for being all terrible and mean -- which I am, try blaming whatever brought me here. I was just off, being a vampire in my own little word, then poof. I wake up here. Not my fault. Didn't sign up for it. So you hero types, you bleeding heart goody-goodies, you can all put your pitchforks down and go pet a puppy or something.
[He pauses for a moment, then points at the screen.]
Non-humans, however, I can still hurt. So if you're up for an asskicking, by all means, come a'knocking. I could do with a good fight. It's too... nice around here. Gives me the willies. And please, don't try to come back with some 'all bad needs to be stopped'. It's bollocks. Every world needs a bit of bad. It's what gives the goodies something to be all superior over.
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Ain't never lost 'em. Just don't wave 'em around like they're the end-all be-all.
What brand're those?
[Spike just keeps waving that cigarette around and it's getting to Daryl. Had yet to find a brand he could stand.]
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[Please let him hold that over Daryl. Spike needed something to feel superior about.]
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He does keep this tone controlled, however, so it doesn't seem like that fact excited or pleased him in any big way.]
Yeah. Sure. They'll work.
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Right. So, what'll you give me for it?
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Which would get me something interesting?
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Guess that depends on what you think's interestin' and what you're lookin' for. Was figurin' on just offerin' cash but if there's somethin' else...
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How about a pint of you, eh? You can do it all clinical like; go get a bag taken by the leeches and whatnot, but I'd say that's fair.
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Nah.
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Fine. Cash'll do.
[Was there a sulky tone? Maybe.]
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This for the pack?
[Back before it would have been a ridiculous sum for just one pack of cigarettes - a full one even - but now and even after coming here? He'd probably go a little higher if it meant having just a few more cancer sticks of his favorite brand rattling around in his pocket.]
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That'll do. There's a couple missing already, but I'll keep my fingers off the rest. You want to pop down here, or should I come hunt you down.
[Innuendo implied.]
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[He's a hunter. He don't let himself get hunted if he can help it.]
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Outside the main building. Got snapped at for smoking by some bloke who whined about 'the children'.
->Action!
[Daryl shut the phone off without bothering to reply to the "but the children" complaint. It was an old one he was more than familiar with himself.
He hadn't been at the main building. Rather, he was walking around enjoying the air. So ten minutes later he was walking up to the building, eyes peeled for Spike. When he spotted him, he pulled the 20 out, ready to go.]
That yer only pack?
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For now. But they've got 'em here, so I'm hardly going to go without.
[Besides, Daryl, when you'd been alive as long as Spike had, you didn't exactly have brand loyalty.]
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[Daryl caught the pack and immediately pulled one free to light it.]
Ain't seen any when I've looked. Shit luck I guess.
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[Sure, he had ones he preferred to buy, but that was always shifting and changing. Years passed and one company bled into another. Used to be a time a man, or vamp, didn't have that much of a selection.]
From what I hear, they cost an arm and a leg.
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[Not a big change. He'd gotten into the habit of saving them as it was. Never knew when he'd come across another pack.]
Wonder if they'll take rabbits or a turkey or something like it in trade. Could do that easy.
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[Hear that, Daryl? That was sarcasm.]
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[Daryl pulled out what most people would consider a down-grade from the smart phones everyone had been given and flipped it open and closed, before pocketing it again.]
Easier ta use for calls and they didn't even ask for the other one back.
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[He looked genuinely interested in that. Not the phone so much as the idea that he could trade for upgrades or things he needed. Spike was a scavenger by nature -- something he and Daryl had in common. If he could pick up some bits and bobs and get things he needed for them, this might not come off so badly.]
They take things other than roadkill? Like... refurbished bits of junk?