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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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[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?