KRISTA MAY
Human
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Dec 29, 2023 16:44:38 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━ WHAT KRISTA REALLY WANTED WAS TO show up to the fancy party with her hot boyfriend, drink some expensive champagne, then maybe, like, get pinned to the wall in a secluded hallway while Said Boyfriend got a little too hot and heavy for a public setting. Like some kinda movie━her life was like some kinda movie now, which was so cool… except her Hot Boyfriend was annoying and a stick in the mud. But just ‘cause Mal wasn’t gonna go didn’t mean she had to miss out! She went home all upset ‘cause he told her he for sure didn’t wanna go and for sure wasn’t gonna change his mind, and she figured she’d spend, like, half an hour crying about it, consider what she’d take away in exchange for this, maybe never forgive him, and then hang out with Kitty and forget about it. At least for the length of the movie they watched (but who was she kidding? She’d relate every tiny thing in the movie back to her relationship with Mal and then be mad all over again).
Instead of all that, though, Kitty suggested they just go together! Which, like, duh━why didn’t she think of that? Krista didn’t need Mal to have fun! (It would’ve been more fun if he’d just agreed, but whatever.)
She’d have to leave out the getting-handsy-in-a-secluded-hallway part (since, y’know, they were officially exclusive now), but, otherwise, the rest of the stuff she could do with Kitty!
Krista slipped on her new red dress (bought for the occasion, obviously) and beamed at herself in the mirror. The cut was simple, but it was sparkly all over, and it was soooo cute! Plus, the V-neck and this bra made her boobs look great, and the ruched sides made her look like she actually had hips. She’d never really felt the need to dress like this before, but she was, like, free tonight, and determined to have fun even if Mal didn’t wanna be included.
She took each of the snacks on the trays presented to them━well, all of the ones Kitty took, ‘cause she didn’t wanna seem weird━and figured she’d probably throw them up later, anyway. The little caviar thing tasted weird and fishy on the way down, though, so she couldn’t imagine how gross it would be coming back up.
When she was about three drinks deep, Krista wandered away from Kitty and through the crowd, stopping at a few groups to see what the conversation was about, deciding it was boring, then wandered away again. She kept up her little exercise until she found a fourth champagne flute, spilling it a bit as she tugged it off of a tray, then giggling and apologizing while her cheeks turned red. Krista sipped her champagne, finding it a lot less gross the more she drank it, and also realizing that she was warm now, when previously she’d been kinda freezing.
The moment she saw Mal, though, Krista felt like someone dumped a bucket of ice water on her. Her eyes narrowed on him, feeling the rage build up in her belly, forcing her to grow even warmer. What the heck? Why was he doin’ this? She thought they were good now, that their conversation in his bed had been, like, healthy and nice, that they understood each other. Apparently not. Apparently Mal wanted to come to this place alone to, what, find someone else to snack on? Or another woman to film himself with and embarrass the heck out of Krista?
For a moment, she considered that he mighta been here to surprise her, but then why wouldn’t he come find her? Wouldn’t that be his mission? And there was no way he’d know she was gonna go, ‘cause she didn’t tell him━she didn’t even want to ‘til Kitty suggested it. So yeah, he did come without her.
She stomped over, gripping the flute so hard it could crack in her hand, and grabbed Mal’s sleeve with her other hand━matching the strength. “What was it ya said?” Krista snapped, “‘Don’t wanna be ‘round a bunch of privileged knobs?’” She did it in her best (worst) mimicking of his accent, and didn’t watch her volume, either. She didn’t even notice the people glancing in their direction. “Looks like you’re the only knob here. ‘Cause I’ve been havin’ a lot of fun without you. Do you even know how t’have fun? Prob’ly not. Not unless there’s somethin’ in it for you.” Tears burned her eyes, but she kept glaring, wondering if everyone would immediately suspect her if Mal ended up dead tonight.
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 124
Played by:
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Last seen May 8, 2024 19:40:49 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Jan 7, 2024 20:19:16 GMT
At what point was he gonna give in and just compel the argument out of her when she got herself into one of these states? The temptation had been there from the first time he’d done it, but every single time it’d sodding come to it he’d chickened out. He had to be tapped to be making life this much harder for himself to protect Krista from having to go through having parts of her stripped away again. It would’ve been for her own sodding good, but she could never take that as an answer. What Krista wanted she got, or they ended up like this, with her stomping out, pissed at him for not giving in to her hissy fit, and him left alone with his temper simmering so hard he’d nearly snapped the damn tie in two. In the end he’d tossed the thing over his shoulder and left it draped there over the end of the bed like the noose he’d be slipping his neck into later.
For her own good, he hadn’t told Krista about the deal he’d made with Pierre. She wasn’t gonna get it through her empty little head that sometimes you had to work with your enemy – something he was only doing it because it’d been the one way he’d seen to get her and her memories back. Krista would just see him buddying up with the people who’d taken and tortured her. He’d felt every single one of those memories slamming back into her as her memories had been handed back. The relief that had followed it too and he wouldn’t do that to her.
It wasn’t like he wanted to go to this bloody thing anyway. Mal shoved his arms into his coat, casting one last look around the room before he went out. Should he leave a note for her, in case she came back and pitched another fit because he wasn’t sitting there on the bed, eyes full of tears and his hands wringing in his lap, waiting for her? It might stave off another argument for all of two minutes, but he knew Krista on what felt like an almost cellular level now and she wasn’t gonna drop him not wanting to take her to some flashy party full of toffee-nosed twats any more than she had him trying to have Kitty as a little amuse bouche while he waited for her to get back.
Mal dumped his phone onto the passenger seat as he drove towards the hotel. Of course, he was later than he’d promised – and not just because of the argument with Krista. He didn’t wanna come off as too eager to work with the frog and his shrew of a wife again. The Doc wasn’t warm and cuddly, but that had always been part of the appeal. He didn’t need to act like they were family. Each one of them was expendable, if they screwed up they’d just get replaced, but with the others, it had been like he was meant to have some emotional connection with them all.
He scoffed as he stepped out of the car and dangled the keys in front of the parking skivvy’s nose. Leaving the car down the block – or down a couple – might’ve made for a quicker get away, but it would’ve looked fishier. Worse still, if Krista had gone to somewhere on the square to drink to his untimely death with Kitty there was too good a chance they’d spot it.
By the time he swanned in the door the place was already full up. Dresses glittered under the lights, blokes who were definitely punching above their weight drifting around with women on their arms, probably trying to prove just how big their wallets were – second only to their egos, everything else was worm sized. He drifted through ‘em, feeling a little like the barnacle stuck to the arse end of an expensive yacht. He hadn’t entirely lied to Krista, if Pierre hadn’t pushed for this, he wouldn’t have been caught undead here.
Narrowing his eyes, Mal scanned the crowd, looking for the pair of them. They were probably done up the nines, Pierre showing off his wife to all the other arseholes in here. The two of them would sweep up soon, smug smiles on their faces, glasses of champagne or some of the nibbles clutched in their free hands. Ready to lord him crawling back over him. He snagged a glass of champagne – entirely overrated if you asked him – from one of the trays and sipped from it, knowing he’d be tempted to take the glass to someone’s face (probably one of theirs) before the night was over.
Slowly his shoulders relaxed under his jacket, his mouth curling into something that approached a smile at some of the pricks. Half of them were probably looking down their noses at him as he strolled away, but he didn’t care. He could put a finger on any of them later and soon they’d be begging him for a little leniency – that none of them were gonna get.
Where the hell were there? Mal puffed out a breath, pausing by the Christmas tree. If they stood him up he wasn’t gonna be best fucking pleased. He was scowling at one of the crystal ornaments hanging from the thing – probably real crystal too and worth a pretty penny, if you were desperate enough to nick ‘em. The glass in his hand rang as he tapped it against the star, both were fucking real and champagne splashed out of the glass and onto his fingers as someone yanked at his sleeve.
Spinning on the spot, he was ready to bury the glass in Pierre or Lena’s face if they’d been the one yanking at him like some pestering child. It sagged in his hand as Krista snapped at him instead. Surrounded by the scruff of his beard, Mal’s lips pressed together. He switched the glass to his other hand, grabbing her elbow to try and pull her away from the nosy bastards now staring at them all. ”What I said wasn’t to be repeated to ‘em,” he muttered. ”I would’ve had plenty of fun with you tonight if you hadn’t started makin’ a fuss about this thin’.”
”Krista…” he started through gritted teeth. It wasn’t no fucking good here, not with her already on the verge of full melt down. Gripping her arm he started to draw her away towards one of the doors that led discretely away from the party space, probably somewhere they weren’t meant to be. Fuck ‘em, he could go wherever he wanted in this town. As soon as they were out of sight of the snooty bastards who’d probably try and break it up he was pulling Krista close.
”Did you ever think about why I wasn’t gonna turn up ‘ere? Or why I’m ‘ere now? It’s all about how I didn’t do what you wanted the first time, wasn’t it? Why’ve you always gotta do the opposite of what I ask ya to?” He puffed out a breath, a burn at the back of his eyes warning him that full meltdown was probably still on the way. ”Do you remember what happened the last time we had a barney about somethin’?” Was he a knob for throwing that back in her face? Absolutely, but with Pierre and Lena probably walking across the floor towards them now, he needed to put a stop to this and get Krista out of here fast.
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KRISTA MAY
Human
Posts: 116
Played by:
Julia
Last seen May 14, 2024 18:16:10 GMT
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Mar 7, 2024 2:42:25 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━ CHRISTMAS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE NICE. It was supposedta be good. Like, a happy, fun time, but Mal was makin’ it awful. Honestly, he made most fricken things awful. She was gonna have fun at this Christmas party without him, and he had to ruin that, too. First, by not going, then by saying he wouldn’t go but showing up anyway! Ugh!
“No, you wouldn’t-a! ‘Cause you weren’t gonna come!” Krista shouted, glaring at up at Mal despite everyone watching the “show.” Fricken let ‘em look, she didn’t care! She asked him to go with her days ago, and in all that time, he never said nothin’ ‘bout deciding he actually did wanna come. Well, screw him. If he wanted to come here and find someone else to mess around with, then Krista was gonna make sure she’d ruin his night. He’d already ruined hers.
He started to drag her off, but she kept her feet stamped into the floor like a toddler, trying to make it impossible to move her. She was not goin’ nowhere with him.
The only problem with her plan was that Mal had supernatural strength, and she wasn’t very strong to begin with. The minute he started to really pull ‘er, Krista went with, but her expression made it obvious she wasn’t happy ‘bout it.
Once they were alone, he was dragging her in close, and sayin’ a whole buncha words that didn’t make any sense. Krista’s breath picked up, and she only grew more flustered, making it impossible to understand him. “He… wuh… what?” Tears gathered in her eyes as she glared up at him, puffing out a breath like she couldn’t get enough oxygen in. “You didn’t ask me t’do anythin’!” Krista shouted, finally beginning to get what he was saying. It was all her freaking fault again, huh?! “You just said you weren’t gonna come here, so I came without you! And you didn’t want me to come ‘cause… ‘cause you were prob’ly gonna do somethin’ awful and mean and you didn’t want me t’see! You meetin’ up with Professor Braschi again or somethin’?! Or someone else?” Krista puffed out a breath, tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. Okay, so he did say that she probably shouldn’t go, or that she wouldn’t have fun or somethin’, but why would he think she’d just blindly follow what he said?! Was she not allowed to have fun without him or somethin’?! And anyway, it was probably just another tactic to keep her away so he could come on his own!
“Barney… like the dinosaur?” Krista spoke quieter, and narrowed her eyes as she considered the words, completely thrown off and confused for a couple of seconds. She was trying to put together what he said. What happened the last time… plus all the other stuff when he was trynna guilt trip her…
“You lied!” Krista said sharply, lifting a finger to jab him in the centre of his chest, suddenly reinvigorated. “You said you didn’t wanna go and showed up anyway. This ain’t me, this is you! Don’t try t’spin it ‘round and make me feel bad━it ain’t gonna work… and it ain’t. Fair!” But when was Mal ever fair? All he did was try to make her feel bad so he felt better.
What was even more sucky was that they were somewhere secluded, so her plan would’ve worked out kinda, like, super awesomely. Too bad Mal was makin’ her cry instead of shoving her into one (or any) of the walls.
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 124
Played by:
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Last seen May 8, 2024 19:40:49 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Apr 6, 2024 18:04:51 GMT
Mal pressed his lips together, biting back the truth as she shouted at him. Telling her the truth – I was always planning to, just not with you, love – would send her nuclear. It wouldn’t just bring Pierre and Lena rushing over to witness his public downfall, it’d put every other set of eyes on them too. The only thing that’d kept him safe over the last couple of centuries was keeping his head down. They’d failed to do that in San Francisco and look at what had happened there. Telling Krista that this was all to keep her safe might soften the fire in her, but it was also likely to have something he didn’t want overheard squeaking out of her mouth at full volume too. ”I might’ve.” Mal puffed. ”A man can change his mind, Krista. Nothin’s ever set in stone.” Except for when she got an idea rattling around in her head like a trapped pebble. Those baseless thoughts could last until she was old and grey.
Planning on shaking it loose, or at least distracting her from it, he started pulling her out of the ball room. Thank God she hadn’t decided to hold onto the doorway, digging in her nails and screeching like a sodding banshee. That look on his face told him he wasn’t entirely out of hot water yet, but he’d take the scalding in private if it meant both of them were safe here. One of these days something fucking devastating would happen again and for a few days after Krista might remember just what the cost of her behaviour could be. Maybe that time it would even stick, cause it definitely hadn’t the first time.
Tucked away like this there was no one to see the tears gathering in Krista’s eyes or the faint shimmer of them that glittered in his own thanks to the connection between the two of them. One look at her and they’d have all started to think he was the possible violent problem in this relationship. Mal narrowed his eyes, not responding to her first stuttered question, the one where her thoughts were obviously only half formed. ”Didn’t I?” he asked lightly. ”I didn’t suggest you shouldn’t come ‘ere either, eh?” Not that she would’ve heard that with her mind so set on going. And there it was, her admission that he had, but she couldn’t muster up a reason why he would’ve done, other than he was fucking around again. For Christ’s sake.
The tears would’ve had him compelling her to stop crying right back at the very start of all of this, when taking some pretty young thing home from Campbell’s had resulted in the two of them being tied together. Now they brought on a little ache in his chest, one that had an apology trying to bubble up, when for once he hadn’t been doing a fucking thing wrong. Brows hitching, Mal tipped his head back towards the party. ”You saw her out there, did ya? Cause I didn’t. I haven’t seen her since that video got made, but you don’t trust me, do ya love? I said no so that means I’m up to somethin’ that’s just made to hurt ya.” As though this wasn’t the absolute opposite.
That bubble of discomfort in his chest popped at Krista’s question – her brain had obviously started to catch up to what he’d said – and he had to swallow back a laugh that would’ve ignited her temper again. ”An argument,” he grumbled. ”It’s got nothin’ to do with that giant purple abomination, Krista.” As though that mattered at this point. An argument was what he’d ended up with because as per usual Krista hadn’t listened. She still wasn’t listening, only now she was doing it somewhere far more public than his hotel room. That didn’t mean he couldn’t distract her though.
Life wasn’t fair, but Krista hadn’t spent hundreds of years learning that over and over again. Mal hissed out a sigh and reached up to grab her wrist, his other hand going to the back of her neck to help guide her in. He nudged her back towards the wall, trying to corral her. ”You want me to go home now? I end up doin’ just what you wanted and it’s still not right. What do you want right now Krista? You want me to admit it’s all me and make it up to ya?” He knew what he wanted, but talking Krista around to it was another thing entirely. He tried to paste on an apologetic look since taking her back to the night she’d almost died hadn’t sodding worked. Mal pressed his lips gently to her forehead as though he could calm her with a kiss. His mouth trailed down to her temple, then the high line of one cheekbone. Come on love, short circuit for me again.
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KRISTA MAY
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Last seen May 14, 2024 18:16:10 GMT
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Apr 15, 2024 19:33:10 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━ OH MY GOSH, KRISTA THOUGHT, BEGINNING to vibrate with anger. She was so flippin’ mad that she could feel her hands shakin’, like she was only a few seconds away from reachin’ out and wrappin’ them around his neck. And then she’d squeeze, and maybe Mal would stop bein’ so gosh darn annoyin’.
But she loved him━and normal couples had fights, right? Maybe normal couples didn’t consist of awful boyfriends who loved to lie all the time, and that was part of the reason she wanted to fricken strangle him. First he said that he was allowed t’change his mind (as if that was the problem here), then he dragged her off and maintained that he suggested she shouldn’t come, either. Well, so freaking what?! He prob’ly wanted t’hide somethin’, and she told him as much. Krista felt the urge to cry bubbling up in her chest, and while the edges of her lips tugged down almost comically, she refused to start sobbin’. Mal was sayin’ a lot of things, and it was all comin’ at her too fast, but it was all annoyin’ as heck.
“No, you’re up t’somethin’ ‘cause you said you weren’t gonna come, said that ya didn’t want me to, either, then y’came anyway. ‘Cause you wanna hide somethin’.” She’d drawn a little bit of strength, enough to poke him in the chest when she accused him of Professor Braschi bein’ here, and Krista continued to ride that wave as long as she could. She wasn’t gonna start cryin’. Not even when he confused her with the mention of Barney.
Suddenly, he was on her again, in her space and cuttin’ off her thoughts as he crowded her into the wall. This was what she wanted all along, but it was wrong now. She melted a little into his lips, his words as he started talking in circles and she was left trying to sort out everything he said.
Leah and Kitty’s voices were in the back of her mind, though, screaming at her to stick up for herself. To ‘stick to her guns,’ ‘cause Mal liked distractin’ her whenever she was upset, and she always forgave him in the moment or forgot about it. And then, later on, she usually remembered and got mad that she didn’t say somethin’ else. This time, though, it wasn’t gonna happen.
Krista frowned, shifting away from his kiss and angling her face so she could frown up at him. “Maybe, but you ain’t actually doin’ it. You’re just sayin’ you’re gonna apologize, which isn’t th’same thing. And you still never said why you’re here.” Her voice was calmer now, matching his tone, but still firm underneath━still unwilling to let him distract her. ‘Cause she wouldn’t actually ask for an apology or an admission of guilt, she’d just dissolve into his touch, and he knew that.
She wasn’t a little kid he could confuse or boss around. She didn’t know why Mal complained about her bein’ immature or whatever, but when she actually put her foot down, he was mad ‘bout it. Maybe ‘cause he just wanted everything to go his way. Maybe ‘cause he was just a one-hundred-and-somethin’-year-old baby.
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