Journal of an Incubus

For RP

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 21:34:12 GMT

Thomas is a city creature.

From the top of his perfectly wavy-haired head to the bottom of his expensive Italian leather shoes, Thomas is the kind of person who not just likes to but needs to lose himself in the press of the crowd, the throngs of people that walk the streets of Chicago. Maybe he doesn't feed from it, maybe it's like watching an army of delicacies go by when he's 'hungry' and hurting, but he enjoys it too. It's people, human and normal and mundane, people all around him almost like he's one of them.

Sometimes he can't be one of them.

That's when he takes the Humvee out onto the highway (Harry calls it a Tank, talks about how it has it's own zip code, makes comments on how much of a gas guzzler it is and how environmentally unfriendly he's being, as if he's really all that friendly when you come right down to it...) to the first spot that strikes him as empty enough, lonely enough, and he gets out. Leans on the bumper.

And lets himself be himself.

milliways_bar: At the apartment

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 01:19:35 GMT

There's a nose on his arm. Connected to the nose is a rather lot of 'dog' giving him the sort of look that causes people to name pitiful, horribly emotionally manipulative expressions 'puppy dog eyes'. Thomas, despite being Thomas, is not immune to such looks but he's more than used to them from Mouse, who's been giving them to him for the last couple of days.

"I was going to be straight with you today."

The dog gives a soft whine accompanied by a headtilt: Yeah. Sure.

"C'mon, Mouse. You know me, man. I wouldn't do anything if I thought it would hurt him."

Speculative look.

"Dude."

Look.

"Dude."

Mouse sits down and nods towards Thomas, who shakes his head and puts his chin in his hands with a smirk.

"I mean, I had to talk to you anyway, man. Someone's gotta look out for the big idiot."

...was that a cough?

"You know it. I know it. He's so busy looking out for everybody that he doesn't check behind his back. That's where we come in, man. That's why we're needed."

No disagreement from the dog. Because he's just a dog, of course. Of course.

"Now, I'm not leaving my post, man, you know I wouldn't, but... I'm, uh, moving out."

Ears perk.

"Yeah, you heard me, man. Moving out."

Another one of those skeptical headtilts.

"He needs some space, Mouse. I mean, yeah, you're huge but, uh... you're a dog. You're not bringing home bitches every day and doing unspeakable things to them in his bed."

Snort.

"I didn't think so. I mean, he needs his space and he needs his peace. And it's not too long before one of those Wardens comes looking for him for something and stumbles into me and then where would both of us be?"

Headtilt.

"Up shit creek, is what I'm saying. So it's for the best, man. You know it and, hey, he'll know it too when he figures out I'm gone."

A rather disappointed sound.

"You know he'll make a big scene out of it if I don't just do it, Mouse."

Agreement.

"Yeah, you know him as well as I do, man. Which means that, yeah, when I'm gone, you're going to have to keep an extra close watch on him. You know what I mean?"

An affirmative bark.

"So that means making sure he eats. Make sure he eats?"

Another one.

"And make sure he sleeps."

Another.

"Trip him if he tries to leave the apartment without either."

A very affirmative bark.

"And watch his back. I'll still be around. Don't, uh, let him know about me, okay? If you can."

A soft whine.

"Yeah, I'll miss you too, Mouse."

He reaches out a hand and rubs the top of the dog's head. Mouse presses up to his hand and Thomas smiles, scritching behind his ears expertly with a small laugh.

"As long as we're clear."

Another soft noise.

"Yeah, I figured."

OOM: Outside

Thu, 05 Jan 2006 02:07:53 GMT

Thomas sits alone outside near the lake, near a certain tree. His arms are wrapped around his knees and he's doing everything in his power not to move or do anything.

milliways_bar: Harry's birthday

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 00:18:35 GMT

Thomas' room is small, but functional...and set up rather snazzily for a party. There's a table for gifts, another for the cake, and a few scattered lounges and couches around for touches. The bed has been pushed to a side and made into something like a couch. There's a small boombox in the corner putting out Halloween-themed music.

"Let the party begin."