BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 108
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 9, 2024 19:27:38 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Sept 17, 2022 21:08:04 GMT
”There’s been a few who’ve turned up in our building. I’m not sure exactly what to say to them, you know, when it’s their kids staying there…”
May’s voice could usually cut through a crowd in an instant, high and strong, all the better for screaming freshmen into behaving. Bram barely caught it though. He was sitting in the office they’d gathered in for the monthly RA’s meeting. School had barely started back, but already they were having their usual troubles.
Brows furrowed, Bram fixed on the mud that crusted in a line along the mid-sole of the new sneakers he’d bought only two weeks before. The last pair had been relegated to the ‘don’t care if they end up filthy’ pile, tossed by the side of his dorm room door to be jammed on whenever he was expecting to go anywhere but to class – or out with Milena. This was only the second time he’d put this pair on and somehow they were already filthy. Bits of leaves had crumbled to the carpet as he’d walked out of his room an hour ago, leaving a trail down the hallway. There were still bits of leaf where he’d stretched his legs out now. Where on earth had he been…
”Bram. Hey!”
The wadded up napkin from the pizzas they’d ordered in from the meeting caught him in the forehead. He batted it aside as it dropped to his lap, looking up with his brows drawn together. ”What’s up?”
May stared at him patiently, only snorting at his continued confusion. ”People without ID ending up in the dorms. You think there’s anything much we can do about it?”
Bram puffed out his cheeks and shook his head. It’d always been one of the problems, but there hadn’t been any real sort of issue with it yet as far as he knew. If there were complaints they’d all have been hauled up by the administration for not doing their jobs by now. ”Not much. If they got past security in the first place, then they belong here for some reason. If you get worried, all you can do is call security I guess.” And security would probably fail to do much about it. Like the professor who supposedly got attacked on campus – and was back just a couple of months later like nothing much had happened (dead, his ass). Or what had happened out in the woods months ago.
The shiver ran down his spine as they began to pack up. He’d limped for days after he’d run back with the one-eyed girl (probably not PC but if she’d told him her name it’d kinda slipped his mind), each twinge through the joint a reminder that sent a shiver down his spine. ”You get any real trouble, call me OK?” Bram turned as he backed out the door, waiting ‘til May nodded before he headed for the door and the trash chute. The pizza boxes went down with a clatter, the noise setting off those shivers in the back of his head again. When had he gotten such a yellow belly?
His step was easier now than it had been months ago at least, leaving him to jog carefully down the stairs and out into the campus. It was just a ten minute walk over to his own dorm, and … there was a coffee stand on way. Bonus. Bram was heading for the queue when he spotted the spread of dry leaves, probably piled up by the groundskeepers in preparation of fall hitting and the next lot of leaves drifting down to leave the woods ankle deep in them. He stepped carefully off the path, onto the faintly boggy ground, almost losing his footing as someone went to swing by him.
Eyepatch.
Bram turned on the spot, blinking at her for a moment before he aimed a finger in her direction. Like last time, although at least he was clothed fully now, not freezing his ass off out here, soaking wet and so scared he’d almost filled his pants. ”Hey! It’s uh … damn.” The laugh was a little rueful, his face screwing up around it. ”I don’t know if I caught your name the last time. Bram … the idiot who was stumbling around out here before…” The one not doing it again. Nope. Squaring his shoulders against the weird feeling like there was a target between his shoulder blades, Bram stepped back onto the path. He scraped off some of the mud from his new sneakers, patting a hand against his chest like he was introducing himself all over again.
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KITANA RYO
Werewolf
Posts: 126
Age:
22
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
A little party never hurt no one
Last seen Oct 30, 2024 20:31:52 GMT
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Post by KITANA RYO on Oct 7, 2022 14:56:21 GMT
The hallways and corridors were now full of new faces along with old ones. The new academic year was in full swing and summer was a thing of the past. Kitty was somewhat ready to throw herself into another year of college, but the drama unfolding between her, Krista and Mal was festering in the back of her mind. How the hell had Krista managed to fall in love with a vampire who was feeding off her? Kitty might have let the whole thing slide if Mal hadn’t tried to feed on her. To make matters worse Krista was living in a complete dreamland about it all, failing to understand why it was bad that Mal was using her as a human blood bag. She thought it was cute and loving. A true sign of their love for one another. Kitty had spent countless nights pacing Phoebe’s room, ranting and raving about Mal. She wanted Krista to dump Mal, but there was more chance of hell freezing over than that happening. The first few weeks of the term had been hectic, as always. First years were drinking until they needed a new liver and there was a party almost every night in the dorms, usually featuring people who didn’t even go to Whitmore College. Kitty was part of that problem though, happily inviting everyone and anyone back to the dorms from the bar to carry on the party. Sipping on whiskey until sunrise with strangers. It was easy to get them past security considering the guy rarely checked IDs. Sometimes he would just flash Kitty a friendly smile and let her through, having seen her face a thousand times before. The girl with the eye patch, as if that was her personality trait. Most of the parties were trouble free, but occasionally they would get out of hand and a member of staff would be called to break things up. It was at that time Kitty would bolt off in the opposite direction. Her grandmother would actually kill her if she got kicked out of college for partying too much. She tried her best to push all the Krista vampire boyfriend drama out of her mind, even though she was convinced her best friend was being compelled by Mal, but there wasn’t a lot she could do. At least not without killing Mal, which was a bridge she’d cross at a later date. For now, she wanted to convince Krista that Mal was a bad person. All the drinking and partying aside, she still had to attend class and do work. Kitty weaved her way through people, all those first students who looked lost as hell, and made her way toward the library. She walked across the grass, her boots buried in the leaves beneath her feet. She spotted the coffee stand in the corner of her eye, which she would definitely be visiting on the way back home. Nothing said fall like an overpriced pumpkin spiced latte. At first she didn’t recognise the male in front of her as she was too busy thinking about the latte she would be drinking on the way home. She rushed past him before coming to a halt and looking back over her shoulder. He’d also spun around to face her. “Hey… dude without shoes.” She pointed down at his feet before letting out a chuckle. “Kitty. I don’t think we exchanged names because you were too busy running off into the woods.” Following the sound of that low growl. Mirroring Bram, she stepped onto the path as well. “Did you… what the fuck did you find out there man?” Straight to the point, no messing because she was fairly certain whatever was lingering out there in the woods that evening wasn’t human. BRAM MCCABE |
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 108
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 9, 2024 19:27:38 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Oct 16, 2022 14:24:39 GMT
He might’ve had a hitch in his stride most days, but until last year, his second trip through college had gone relatively smoothly – it had to be relative, since he’d lost Milena the year before (or thought he had). Maybe that had been when the rails of his life had bent out of shape. Each trip around them since had warped them more, his wheels threatening to be thrown on those mornings he’d woken up, a little unsure where he was, how the mud had ended up smeared across the rug … or how he’d ended up in the middle of campus with no clue of how he’d gotten there. Those were the days when Bram felt like he was still pitching through the air, his balance thrown way out and nothing there for him to grab onto.
They always said shoving your emotions down inside and not dealing with them was bad for you, but what did you do when you weren’t sure you were even sane? He had to have been nuts to be losing time like he had, even crazier to have walked towards the woods on that day the pirate chick had found him out here. Scary noises in the dark? Sure, that was something to check out. Passing by that spot since, he’d always gotten that bolt of ice down his spine – not just the shiver of it that he was growing far too used to now. Like he had to back away, run from whatever had been out there. Maybe it was still there, like some bad smell that was never gonna go away. It had almost been tempting to sniff at himself at times, like he’d smell it on him, as ripe and pungent as if he’d been running suicide drills for a month. Bram suspected the only thing he’d catch a sniff of was fear sweat.
Or confusion.
Bram tried to push it all away as he walked back across campus towards his own dorm. No shivering – especially since it was still warmish on the tail end of winter – no giving in to the temptation to wander out into those woods like someone else had control of his aching legs. So freaking much for that, because the pirate chick was right there. Alright universe, I’ve got the message, this shit ain’t going away
He at least managed a half grin as he worked his way towards her. A thank you was owed at least, right? She’d been the one practically dragging him away from the woods that day and maybe if he’d been a little less out of his head he’d have listened to her faster. Chagrin had a little heat rising in Bram’s cheeks as he glanced down at his sneakers, with that tell tale tide line of mud. ”Nice to meet you, again, Kitty - I’ll answer to dude without shoes too.” Grimacing now, that smile falling away bit by bit, Bram offered his hand. ”There wasn’t much time for anything apart from let’s get the hell out of here then.” When he’d finally dragged himself out of that spaced out enough state to listen to her urge to go.
Slipping his hands into the pockets of his jeans, Bram hunched his shoulders again. The fear had stopped him from trying to pick apart what happened that night for days, by the time he had the girl with the eyepatch had been long gone. He’d known she was a student, but Whitmore wasn’t exactly tiny. Lips pinched, Bram shook his head, finally changing another – hopefully casual looking – glance over his shoulder. ”I don’t know,” he said hoarsely. ”It’s all kinda muddy now … like I could only see shapes … things.” And yeah, they left him shivering again. He hunched tighter, like that was gonna do a damn thing about the cold inside. ”You didn’t go back out there, did you?” There was a measure of worry in his voice. If she had then that bad smell hadn’t come back – the thing hadn’t hurt her.
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KITANA RYO
Werewolf
Posts: 126
Age:
22
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
A little party never hurt no one
Last seen Oct 30, 2024 20:31:52 GMT
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Post by KITANA RYO on Nov 18, 2022 17:27:21 GMT
For the few weeks after meeting the dude with no shoes she thought about him and how weird their little encounter had been because it was bizarre as hell. A part of her thought maybe the guy has just taken some crazy strong narcotics. Then the whole thing faded into the background and more important stuff surfaced such as Krista and her mind controlling boyfriend. Ugh, she hated her which made her so sad because she wanted to love Krista’s boyfriend. She wanted to be as excited as Krista when they spoke about him, but now whenever the name Mal was thrown into conversation Kitty would hit first gear and speed off towards anger. He wasn’t good enough for her and Kitty needed to find someone better for Krista. Someone who was human which seemed impossible. Everywhere she turned there was someone supernatural, but maybe she could find someone supernatural who didn’t fuck with her best friend's mind.
In through the nose. Out through the mouth. She still wasn't a hundred percent sure that the dude with no shoes was completely sober that evening, but he didn’t offer an apology, explain he was trashed or some shit. “Yeah…” She offered him a small smile. He wasn’t the one who got the hell out of there though, it was Kitty after she collected the people who had emerged from the darkness. She watched as Bram looked over his shoulder before speaking as if someone was standing behind listening to their conversation but their surroundings were students going off to lessons. No one was tuning into what they were speaking about. “Things? What things?” She asked abruptly. If she could, she would have leaned forward, grabbed Bram by the shoulders, and shaken the answer out of him. “Like unexplained things?” Werewolves? Vampires? Ghosts? All of the above? There was a fine line and Kitty was about to tip over the edge to sounding pure crazy. “Nah I took the others back inside… I came back out later but couldn’t see you anywhere.” At first she assumed the worse, but nothing popped up in the local newspapers in the weeks following. BRAM MCCABE |
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 108
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 9, 2024 19:27:38 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Dec 17, 2022 18:51:42 GMT
Ignoring a problem never made it go away. By now he should’ve been the expert on how little putting blinkers on helped. He’d tried to play again on a knee that wouldn’t stand for it and had to crawl away. He’d shut the door on his life, blocking it out like that would mean he couldn’t still envision the dreams that had taken him to college and inches away from a pro career in the first place. All it had done for him was just compound the pain and damage, the real extent painfully obvious when he’d finally forced himself to look at it. Bram knew he’d been doing it again with the weird shit that had been going down on campus, but who wanted to walk into the hospital they were doing their placement at, staff with people who knew him, to admit that he was having memory lapses and what he could remember felt like stuff straight out of a bad b-movie. Blaming exhaustion, or stress was always easier. Keeping your gaze off of that spot in the woods, until you were faced with it all.
Had the pirate chick felt that same shiver whenever she’d walked through campus? Probably not. She’d seemed pretty ballsy then, Bram guessed you had to be when your disability was right there on your face. He hadn’t asked about it then, was too polite to now, especially when he knew how it felt when others stared at you, sympathy or that sort of car crash rubber necking interest right there on their face.
Bram swallowed hard, the corners of his mouth twitching in response to the single word and glimpse of a smile Kitty offered up. Maybe his memories from that night weren’t entirely reliable either, but washing the mud from his feet after, he’d got enough flashes filed away to replay like a broken home video in the back of his head. They flickered now, nausea rising up in his stomach as he tried to fold his giant form in around the delicate parts inside of it – like somehow he’d be able to shield them from whatever. ”I don’t know … things.” There was a reason he wasn’t a literature student, the words that did want to come for what he’d seen in those flickering images ludicrous enough that he couldn’t say them aloud.
He flinched faintly, staring into that one dark eye. Bram’s lips moved slightly like some truth would come out of them. Unexplained things? Yeah, sure, that was his entire life these days. Coming to with no explanation of how he’d ended up across campus or out in a storm. Letting out a laugh bordering on the hysterical again, Bram lifted his hands and skimmed them over his face. ”If they’re unexplained, I can’t really describe ‘em, can I?” he asked, even as he gave the faintest of nods. Shifting shapes, light gleaming on bright, shiny teeth, dark splotches on bare skin. All of those little details enough to have him shuddering, trying to blink the images away.
Sandy brows furrowed, blue eyes narrowing down to slits. Bram crammed his hands back into his pockets, folding them into fists like that would stop his fingers from being icy. ”I thought I’d been right behind you.” he admitted, confusion filling his voice. ”I … I walked back into my dorm after. I was cold, filthy … I guess you saw all of that.” The full on mess he’d been at the time. The concern in the pit of his stomach shifted again, knotting up like he had cramps bad enough to double him over. ”Did they tell you anything about what happened out there? About what attacked them? Were they hurt?” Maybe that was why he should’ve gone with them. A few years of med school didn’t exactly make him Doogie Howser, but he could patch people up and knew to call for help when he was facing something his slowly growing skills couldn’t cope with.
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KITANA RYO
Werewolf
Posts: 126
Age:
22
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
A little party never hurt no one
Last seen Oct 30, 2024 20:31:52 GMT
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Post by KITANA RYO on Jan 6, 2023 15:43:30 GMT
Kitty had almost forgotten about that evening near the woods with the dude with no shoes. So much had happened since then causing the memory to fade into the background. She’d been so wrapped up in the Krista and Mal drama. Phoebe had already Kitty that they two weren’t the only supernaturals in town. The place was crawling with them and there was even a whole bar dedicated to them underneath Emerald City. Kitty didn’t meet the requirements to go inside, which she was somewhat glad about. She had absolutely nothing against vampires, but she knew they weren’t all as friendly as Phoebe, and being a wolf she wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms. She still couldn’t get her head around the fact some vampires really hated wolves. It wasn’t like she’d done anything personally to them. Hell, she wasn’t even born a wolf. She deserved some kind of get-out-of-jail-free card. Any theories Kitty had about the shoeless dude being supernatural flew out the window because he seemed worried about whatever he saw. The things he saw. It could have been the shadows playing tricks on him, but then it didn’t make sense as to why the other students came running out of the woods screaming. At least she was certain it was a wolf, otherwise, she would have been out there with them howling at the moon. Maybe. She wasn’t even sure if she did shit like in wolf form, but if she did it was so cringe and stereotypical. She tried not to think about what happened to her once the full moon hit because that wasn’t really her. It was an alter ego. Some mornings she’d wake up with broken memories, other times it would be a complete blackout. She preferred the blackouts. Kitty almost jumped back when Bram let out a laugh. It wasn’t a laugh at though he was amused by her questions. Her shoulders shot up before falling again, “What I meant is, what did these things look like?” It couldn’t have been a vampire out there because they didn’t growl. Perhaps it was just a bear. A huge scary bear that had scared Bram to the point a shudder ran down his spine. She cast her mind back for a moment, trying to remember everything that happened that evening, but some of it was a haze. She’d slept since then, but she could say with certainty that Bram ran off into the woods like a madman. “You went into the woods. I tried shouting you but you’d gone… like you had somewhere you needed to be.” A man on a mission, charging straight toward the unknown. Admirable to some extent. “Just shaken up. They didn’t say what attacked them though, just that it was something… unnatural.” Well, they didn’t exactly say those words just that something weird came out of nowhere. BRAM MCCABE |
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BRAM MCCABE
Hellhound
Kresnik
Posts: 108
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 9, 2024 19:27:38 GMT
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Post by BRAM MCCABE on Jan 18, 2023 21:48:14 GMT
What had happened out in the woods had left him shy about digging too hard into the memory. It was like one of those giant zits he used to get as a teenager. Mountainous things that just got angry when you picked at them. The few moments he remembered of the woods and all the other crazy stuff that had happened on campus in the last couple of years felt like that. You got a glimpse of something at the head of the mental zit, but the moment he tried to close his fingers around it all and squeezed it was just …
Bram’s brows knotted beneath the cup of his palms as he laughed. He could get his nails around it all now, start opening it up – especially since Kitty’s question had uncovered it all again, leaving it there just out of sight. What was gonna come was sleepless nights though, the pounding of his heart in his chest like he’d just spent an afternoon doing suicide runs (like he could these days), the shakes, the jumping at every tiny sound. He was pretty sure someone would’ve called it PTSD, but he hadn’t suffered from it after his knee had blown out, or after the wildfire. There sure as shit hadn’t been anything on campus bad enough to …
A dead girlfriend coming back to life. Black outs. That thing in the woods, dead people. Yeah, no reason right?
The groan rolled out of Bram as he tried to do what Kitty asked all the same. He ground the heels of his palms into his eyelids, dimming the images behind them before his hands fell away and all that was left was that odd orange glow like he’d been staring at a light too long. ”That’s not any easier, you know?” Bram swallowed hard, let out a breath as though it would get everything moving. ”Pale, thin, bloody, at least I think it was. There were dark smears on them. Maybe it was mud.” Oh, the voice breathed in the back of his head, but it wasn’t. They hadn’t gone out into the woods barefoot in the rain and come back a little muddy, they’d been … killing things out there. Wild animals in a vaguely human form that he had to have been imagining. Meeting her eye for a moment, he bared his own teeth, curling his middle and index fingers like they were fangs, gesturing in front of his mouth.
That was where he knew he had to be cracked. Things like that didn’t exist in real life. You had jagoffs on campus who’d slap on some plastic teeth and corn syrup, chasing girls around at parties, trying to play to the whole Twilight thing. This wasn’t that, it had been disturbing.
He wanted to laugh again as Kitty started to fill him in, but it remained trapped in his throat like a fish bone. Bram tried to swallow it away, glancing skittishly at the woods now. ”If I needed to be out there then I’m more tapped in the head than I thought. I remember you running, them going with you, but that’s it. Next thing I knew I was back inside … I had to clean up the rain after.” From people still rushing in from it. Had his own footsteps been wet? There’d been mud on the floor of his dorm room at least, dark streaks of it. He nodded, confirming what the students had said. There hadn’t been any announcements about bodies being found the day after … surely there would’ve been something, like when they tried to spread the rumour that Professor Damasca had been killed on campus. ”I don’t think they were wrong. Something happened out there. Do you wanna … see?” Grimacing, he wanted to take the offer back right away. You had to be fricking cracked if you wanted to go out to where you thought people had died, or if you thought maybe there’d still be evidence of it after all these weeks.
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KITANA RYO
Werewolf
Posts: 126
Age:
22
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
A little party never hurt no one
Last seen Oct 30, 2024 20:31:52 GMT
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Post by KITANA RYO on Mar 28, 2023 18:01:29 GMT
Curiosity was digging away at her, like she needed to know what was out in the woods that evening, even though she knew it wasn’t something good, but surely it couldn’t have been that bad? She’d always struggled to let things drop. Arguments with her sisters would span into days when they were younger, leaving her grandmother wanting to rip her own hair out. Poor woman. Everything would be resolved when she sat the girls down and forced them to apologise to each other. Kitty’s face twisted into a look of disgust as he described whatever the fuck he saw in the woods. “That sounds… that sounds weird. Have you told anyone else?” Vampires were pale, thin and bloody, but it’s unlikely Bram would have made it out of the woods before getting his neck snapped for witnessing something he shouldn’t have. There was still a possibility all of this boiled down to an animal though. “Could have been a dog or something.” It was a theory she was hoping he would buy because it was better than him believing in supernatural beings. Who knows, all of this could push him into picking up a crossbow and hunting werewolves. She didn’t need another one of those running around in the woods on a full moon thinking they were saving the world by shooting down a bunch of werewolves. Her own theory unravelled though as soon as she referred to the thing as unnatural. She shrugged casually in response to Bram’s comments. “I don’t know dude… sorry.” Poor guy was just as clueless as Kitty about what happened. She felt a little guilty too as she should have probably ran after him to make sure everything was okay. She held her hands up, shaking her head before letting them fall, “No… I believe you… sometimes weird shit happens around here.” Like the fact her best friend was sleeping with some sleazy old vampire who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Plus whatever was out there had certainly disappeared by now; they'd only see trees. A buzz from her watch caused her to pull her attention away from Bram as she glanced down at the screen. “Shit.” She muttered to herself as she tapped away at the tiny screen on her wrist flicking away the message from her classmates asking where the hell she was. “I gotta head off… stay away from the woods.” She flashed him a grin in an attempt to lighten the conversation before rushing off toward the library, her bag bouncing off her bag and her feet hitting almost every puddle along the way. BRAM MCCABE - the end |
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