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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 25, 2013 2:52:28 GMT
If he heard the words "Aren't you a little young" one more time, Milo was going to bite somebody. He was a vampire, for God's sake! He was going to look like this until the end of time! Sure, maybe some people could smell his age, but that didn't make it any less obnoxious.
The bartender wasn't too happy about him being here, but he'd managed to silver tongue his way into another blood and stout, his third of the evening. Slumped in a booth near the back, the young vampire sat with his feet on the bench, knees bent and propped against the table, arms between his legs so he could hold his beer.
He was burning through cash pretty fast lately, and finding his sort of work in this town wasn't nearly as easy as it had been in New York. A big city like that always had neighborhoods, blocks where you could pick a corner and have a hundred dollars in your pocket within an hour or two. At least with a baby face like Milo's. Northvale wasn't so accommodating, and with less to do, he was spending more time chain smoking and drinking in this hole.
He supposed maybe he could try some homework.
Ha, yeah right.
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 25, 2013 3:06:47 GMT
Alejandro was ready to party. He wanted to get fucking piss drunk and then crash somewhere random and never wake up. Or... at least not wake up till really late tomorrow. That sounded like a wonderful idea because he was tired of trying to teach stupid fucking kids that didn't know how to pronounce hola right. He didn't even have the power in him to fail them. Or give detention. Or anything along that nature. Alejo just really didn't care. His best student was his own son. Something told him he shouldn't be too proud of that, but he actually didn't care.
Either way, he walked into the Gateway, already slightly drunk, preparing himself for a night of constant drinking when he saw a student that should like... not be here. He squinted his eyes at him and walked over. Slurring his words as he spoke. "Shouldn't you be like... studyin' or sumthin'?
[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color]  Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 25, 2013 3:17:53 GMT
He was plotting the death of the bouncer, the one that had given him a tough time coming in again, when a drunken voice interrupted his thoughts. Milo was just getting to the good part, too! Looking up, he saw a face that was familiar, but probably not as familiar as it should have been, considering the amount of time he spent in the guy's classroom.
Spanish, one of the few classes he wasn't failing, and that was only because he freaking spoke Spanish to begin with. Well, he spoke nasty street Chicano Spanish, and pretty much just threats and swears at that. Something told him '$100 para mi culo' wasn't going to get him very far in the academic sphere.
He studied his drunk instructor, disdain and irritation warring over his expression. Voice dripping with mockery, he shot back, "Shouldn't you be, like, writing lesson plans or something, or are you just totally fine with being the most useless teacher on the planet?" So maybe it was a bad idea to be a dick to your teacher, but he was sort of drunk and in a bad mood.
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 25, 2013 3:42:47 GMT
Oooh. He was feisty. Alejandro knew that he probably shouldn't like what the little punk just said... but he was slightly drunk and he thought it was actually kind of funny. He ruffed up the kids hair a bit and gave him a smile. "I'm actually totally fine with being a worthless teacher. It doesn't phase me one bit."
[/b] Alejandro told him with an unimpressed look as he waved to the bartender and got himself a nice beer. This was what he was talking about. "But seriously. You look 12. Shouldn't you be at the candy store instead?"[/b] Alejandro just couldn't let go the fact this dude really did look like a little kid. It was just like... horrible. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 25, 2013 3:56:10 GMT
Milo glowered at him, seriously contemplating taking a drink from the asshole. Always with the cracks about his age. "First of all, jackass, I'm fifteen. Second, I'm a vampire, I'm gonna look like this until you're dead and gone, so what the hell does it matter anyway?" He took an angry swig of beer, never breaking his glare at his teacher.
"Besides, can't get drunk in a candy store. Not without getting arrested, anyway." He snorted and set his beer down, keeping his hands around it. Milo was obviously not trusting others around his drink.
He cracked his neck to one side and then the other, and frowned at Mr. Gaia. "But seriously, don't you think it's a little sad that your only half decent Spanish student is freaking from Spain? You might want to consider another profession, dude, 'cause you suck."
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 25, 2013 4:18:53 GMT
Ha! That was right. The dude was a vampire, which meant he would never get any older and he would always look the age he did right now. Alejo had to hand it to him. His life kind of actually majorly sucked. And it would forever or until he was staked. Which could happen because the dude was a fucking asshole. "Sucks to be youuuu!"
[/b] Alejo said with a laugh as he took a long swig of his beer. He couldn't get drunk in a candy store without getting arrested? Well... Alejo would have to try that sometime because that sounded like a pretty damn good challenge if you asked him. He wasn't going to elaborate to the dude though. He wasn't worth it. "I think you should also add that Spaniard is my son... that would make me seem like an even worse teacher."[/b] Alejandro helped. He didn't give a shit if he was horrible or good. It was a job and it was sometimes even fun. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 25, 2013 4:29:12 GMT
Rolling his eyes, Milo grudgingly agreed with Alejo. He had no idea how he'd put up with looking like this when he was an old dude. Crazy aging plastic surgery? Maybe. Stake himself? Most likely. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it. He downed half his beer in one go at that thought, then fished in his jacket pocket for a crumpled cigarette.
He popped it in his mouth, mumbled around it, "Seriously? You're responsible for that train wreck?" He pulled a lighter from another pocket and lit up. Milo sucked in a long drag, then exhaled smoke with an almost serene expression, eyes closed. When he opened them, he laughed at Alejo. "And you sure about that whole 'son' part? Because that little girl's got the shrillest voice I have ever heard on a human. Luckily, you can't hear it after a certain point, but I'm guessing the wolves get all riled up at it."
Milo sucked on his cigarette like it was the only good thing he had going for him in his life. It very well might have been.
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 25, 2013 5:31:47 GMT
Alejo burst out in laughter when he heard what Milo said about Alex. He had to give it to him... that was actually pretty damn accurate. "I didn't actually raise him... I'm just his biological father. I went off to the war when he was young, and then pretended to me my twin brother that passed in the war."
[/b] Alejandro told him, but he wasn't sure why. He normally didn't mention things like that. Oh well. Blame it on the alcohol. When Milo put the cigarette in his mouth, Alejo frowned and pulled the white thing from his mouth before throwing it on the ground and stomping on it. "Those are bad for you. You should stop."[/b] [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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Post by Milo Dakota Lark on Mar 25, 2013 16:07:25 GMT
Well, this guy took deadbeat dad to a whole new level. Faking his own death? That's pretty far to go for not wanting to be a father. "You know, most guys just say they're going out for cigarettes and don't come back, dude."
Milo started, staring at Alejo in incredulous rage when he took his cigarette away. "What the hell! That was my last one!" He slid his feet off the seat so he could deliver a hard kick to his teacher's knee under the table. "I'm a vampire, you dipshit! I can't freaking get cancer!"
Oh, that pissed him off so much. He had half a mind to drain this guy's jugular into his beer bottle. His eyes narrowed, Milo started plotting the asshole's death. It would be slow. Very slow.
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Post by alejandro carlos gaia on Mar 25, 2013 16:52:49 GMT
Alejandro shrugged. Most guys, yes. He wasn't exactly like most guys. He regretted his past, sure, but that didn't mean anything. It was the past, not the future. He just took a drink instead of answering the little kid. It was easier that way.
Well duh he couldn't get cancer or something, but that didn't mean it was good to smoke still. "Ohhh. Poor Babyyyy. You're fine. Cigs are bad for your health. As a teacher, and your teacher as well, I have to look out for you."
[/b] Alejandro told him with a laugh as he finished his beer and waved for another one. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/color] Outfit: Clicky ☀ Notes: --- ☀ Tagged: Milejo~ |
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