Like A Bad Girl Straight To Video ((Rhi-BabyCakes!))

[Anonymous]

Stupid. This uniform was just horrible. Delilah had only been here a few days and she thought she was going to go insane. These white walls were constantly feeling like they were closing in. She was use to dark, warm glowing, loud music and blood. Nothing like this...ATC. She was trying to come up with an appropriate sort of thing those letters could stand for that would explain how much she loathed this place. She couldn't seem to come up with anything.

Atrocious...Temple of Crap?

Never anything interesting going on here. The lack of music was making her brain irrational and all over the place. More than it normally was. At least one of her friends was going to send her a chunk of her things. Her iMusic along with everything. She was sure she would die somehow without it, despite the whole immortal thing. These bright lights and white was what she had been trying to avoid for her whole life.

It was also getting more and more difficult now to walk down the hallways with the other candidates. She still wasn't sure how to act around these humans. They all smelled like food and blood to her. Their hearts thumping fast, their fear and confusion showing was easy prey they would make. It made her mouth water. It was getting harder and harder to fight her nature.

Clutching her books closer to her body she walked down the hallway. It was after her classes. She wasn't sure what to do next. God she wish this was all over with, or really that it had never even begun. This was the last turn she suspected her life would take. The whole place made her sort of sick to her stomach, figuratively. As she was passing a couple candidates she looked at them, maybe they wouldn't care if she just fed on a few of them...didn't kill them though! Just fed. the candidates seemed to be free in some ways...but completely locked in others.

Just the thought of it had her stopping and looking at the candidates around her imagining it. The thought of them completely giving over to her. She could almost feel her body growl for it.

[Rhi-Rhi]

Yawning loudly, Shiloh raised his arms over his head and stretched. What a day. He had come to the ATC after a long day at work to visit Finaa and Rhys, chew the fat a while, goof off, and maybe if Finaa was feelin' it, too, get a nice little nightcap and end the day on an orgasmic note. Unfortunately for him, Rhys was nowhere to be found and Finaa was with her mentor or something. Damn his luck. So here Shiloh was now, sheepishly meandering about as he dragged his feet back toward the Citadel.

What else was there to do? Hit a brothel for some fun and company? Go out to a mall and buy some expensive shit just because he could buy expensive shit now, smoke something good and people-watch while under the influence? Could be amusing. Shiloh wasn't good with people. He didn't need people--Finaa and Rhy were good enough for him and he didn't need nobody else. They didn't judge him and make him feel like shit. They liked him, he liked them, and they were his family. They wouldn't cross him.

But it was times like this that the whole not-needing-anyone-else business sure felt lonely.

It was when he turned to head down another hallway that he heard something that stood out among the other myriad, incomprehensible thoughts. A sense of hunger, of blood and flesh and pulses and thirst and lust and longing, a feeling like...like...Shilo h scrunched up his face, trying to concentrate and follow the thought trail. It made him think 'predator'.

What the...?

There were candidate in this hallway, milling about. Maybe a class had just gotten out. Shiloh latched onto that one thought pattern and walked a little faster, following it. It made him uneasy, and with all this Gospel stuff happening, well...couldn't hurt to check it out? It wasn't a natural thought process. It didn't feel human.

And it ended at that black-haired girl.

The pale-skinned, black-haired girl.

Shiloh arched an eyebrow.

Oh. He understood now!

Clearing his throat, Shiloh fell into step beside her, combat boots loud against the ground. "Ya one of them goth chicks?"

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She started walking again and after a few minutes of silence she heard boots behind her and then next to her was someone in street clothes. He had crazy hair, and lots of piercings. Automatically Delilah thought of Frazier. It was the hair color most likely. The way this guy stood out. He had to be a Pilot didn't he? She also found him rather...attractive . She looked over at him.

"Do I look like a..." She started to gesture to her clothes but stopped. Normally she'd have all sorts of bright rainbows and light sticks, at least some color mixed with the black, she'd look like a raver, even when she wasn't at a rave. Now, she just looked boring.

"Ah, I guess it's hard to tell with the uniform..." She shook her head at him. She looked at him for a little while longer, street clothes automatically meant Pilot. This made her feel a little defensive, a little worried. Everyone she had met that was a Pilot she did not like. In fact, she loathed them. Even Gabe who tried to pretend he was nice, that he hated to bring candidates in. That was bull.

This guy looked different though...more her style, her crowd. She admired the tattoos as she looked at him. Interesting looking guy. She knew she still had to be on her guard though, what if this was some sort of twisted test?

"Nah, I'm not really goth...vampire actually." She watched to see his reaction. "So...the fact that you have clothes that express...individua lity must mean you're a Pilot?"

[Rhi-Rhi]

Shiloh's eyebrows climbed toward his hairline. "A vampire?" he blurted, and then just stared some more. Uh. Well. That explained the weirdness he felt, sure, and yeah there were non-humans around (freaks, all of 'em--except Finaa and Rhys) but a vampire? Really? Then he smiled, thinking he had it figured out.

"Them goths tha' drink blood?" Yeah, they were a weird subculture he'd heard about. Humans drinking blood and getting their teeth filed because vampires were cool or some shit. Weirdos. But then he just shrugged. Ah well, whatever floated peoples' boats and all that, he guessed; he'd done some crazy shit when he was a teen, too.

"...Weird. But yeah, heh, yer a bright one ain'tcha? I'm either a stupid as fuck candidate or a Pilot, but I'm th' latter. Shiloh Lockwood, Pilot Cardinal. An' yer..." Once again he reached out for her thoughts, strange and different as they were, felt a moment of flattery when he found she thought him attractive, and then was finally able to sift past that for a name. "Delilah, huh?"

[Anonymous]

She stopped walking for a second when he asked the goth with blood question. That was cute, but really she had kicked the shit out of lacey black, clove smoking, black rose of the night goth kids when she was out of here. She showed them exactly what the embrace of the night was. They normally didn't like that. She grinned at him her canines showing, her irises fully red.

"I'm not exactly one of those either." She thought about offering out one of her hands so he could feel her wrist. She thought about the Candidate Blog though. A cute Pilot that had approached her...might not be best to scare him off yet. So, she smiled and laughed when he confirmed he was a Pilot, then nodded when he said her name.

"Right on the nose." She looked him up and down again out of the corner of her eye as they walked.

"Shiloh Lockwood...." She rolled his name around on her tongue for a moment. "...I like it. So, what bring you to the ATC?" She unenthusiastically gestured at the walls around them. She was still walking but wasn't sure where to head now. Wherever Shiloh wanted to she supposed. Isn't that how Pilots work? They address the candidate and that candidate follow them wherever.

Not that she'd mind following this particular Pilot.

[Rhi-Rhi]

"Visitin' friends," Shiloh answered, and wondered why she was still following him or what it was to her. "Well, 'cept they was busy." He gave a dismissive shrug, then came to a stop and turned to face her.

"Somethin' ya want?" Never mind that it had been him that had initiated conversation with her. Sometimes, he forgot just how interactions worked when he wasn't with his usual tight, comfortable circle. If he wasn't on a job or having to make nice with other Pilots and shit, he tended to be indifferent or outright hostile enough toward other people that he could just ask someone a question and walk away, just like that, because he usually wasn't interested in continuing the conversation once he got his answer.