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[Approved by Vishous-mun.] - Butch is taken after his transition into becoming a vampire, and during one of the tense moments in his and Marissa's relationship where things seem rocky between them.
The ex-cop was relatively calm on the outside, he was known for his easy-going attitude. But this was only because he kept his whirling thoughts to himself as to not trouble others. The same sort of endless battle was raging at the moment. He was ever calm on the outside, say for the raised eyebrow and the scratching of the back of his head as he examined the brick room, while on the inside he was starting to feel uneasy by the suddenness of his new surroundings. He found himself eerily drawn to the mahogany table, which had a piece of paper and one of those, you know, medieval writing implements beside it: a quill, if he remembered History class correctly. The Brotherhood had taught him well, so, swallowing thickly and unbuttoning his black silk Emporio Armani shirt some to breath a little easier, he calmed himself down, took the seat and read the application.
State your full name.
The question was simple enough, he reached for the quill but was stunned to see it float up and away from his hand. After a moment he reached for it, only to dip away, again, from his reach. He frowned, clenching his fists and went a third time, to no avail. "Screw this," he muttered, fishing in the pocket of his perfectly tailored black pants for the click-pen, embossed in gold-leaf. He clicked it and began writing.
My name is Brian O'Neal, but I'm better known as Butch.
( Allow me to elucidate ... )
"I have read the
hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Butch O'Neal.
I have read the
hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Butch O'Neal.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Butch O'Neal.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Butch O'Neal."
The ex-cop was relatively calm on the outside, he was known for his easy-going attitude. But this was only because he kept his whirling thoughts to himself as to not trouble others. The same sort of endless battle was raging at the moment. He was ever calm on the outside, say for the raised eyebrow and the scratching of the back of his head as he examined the brick room, while on the inside he was starting to feel uneasy by the suddenness of his new surroundings. He found himself eerily drawn to the mahogany table, which had a piece of paper and one of those, you know, medieval writing implements beside it: a quill, if he remembered History class correctly. The Brotherhood had taught him well, so, swallowing thickly and unbuttoning his black silk Emporio Armani shirt some to breath a little easier, he calmed himself down, took the seat and read the application.
State your full name.
The question was simple enough, he reached for the quill but was stunned to see it float up and away from his hand. After a moment he reached for it, only to dip away, again, from his reach. He frowned, clenching his fists and went a third time, to no avail. "Screw this," he muttered, fishing in the pocket of his perfectly tailored black pants for the click-pen, embossed in gold-leaf. He clicked it and began writing.
My name is Brian O'Neal, but I'm better known as Butch.
( Allow me to elucidate ... )
"I have read the
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I have read the
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I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Butch O'Neal.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. Butch O'Neal."