Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:09:24 PM)
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Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:09:33 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:11:44 PM)
*Was this really the address he mentioned? This place is far from the "Deluxe Suites" rock legends are seen practicing in. Dilapidated walls are covered in spraypaint and slight mildew from moisture. Boarded up windows and even a few metal bars made it that much less comforting. At the very least, the front door looked as though made of solid steel. A voice box beside the door offered the only way to communicate inside*

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:14:06 PM)
*she pulls up and parks out front in her sedan then heads to the door and pushes the call button.. she doesnt seem to nervous about such a place.. tho who could tell what WOULD make her nervous.. she is wearing her tall buckled boots tight black pants and a tight red long sleved tshirt with a Flash logo on the chest*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:18:13 PM)
*The door swung open mechanically almost as soon as the button was pushed. Odd timing. Standing nearby was a skinny teenager, dressed down in holey jeans and a Pearl Jam tee-shirt. His hair was a bit of a mess, but it always seemed to be. With a characteristic smile and nod, Ben spoke in a smooth voice:* "Welcome to the shop. Got a room in the back to give us a little space." *As they walked the cramped halls, he continued* "Sorry about the last-minute thing. The band just left, and I figure it's the best and least suspicious time for some quiet."

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:23:14 PM)
*she walks in and glances at the kid near the door.. she is rather tall in her boots 6'2" infact and her gaze as she eyes the kid is disturbingly predatory., she smiles sweetly as she hears ben and looks at him* evening ben... i dont mind short notice.. as she walks with him down the hall*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:25:55 PM)
*In the studio room, wires and cables are sprayed about the floor in every direction. Piles of chairs and music stands were stacked unceremonious along the dark walls, along with mics and amps. Two specially placed chairs in the center of the room were the only intentional adornment. Offering the other seat, he took his own after shutting the door behind them. In a quiet voice:* "So, what do you know about Dementation?"

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:27:16 PM)
*she walks into the room with him looking around with a small unreadable smile as she sits with him* i know how to altar emotion levels with it.. *smiles at him.. its a start atleast*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:30:24 PM)
*Nodding understandingly, he smiled back. The good stuff.* "Great. That's a tough one to break in, as most people don't know how to tap their . . . mind, in the right way. Since you can, we can sort of skip a little of that. Before moving it on, though, I'd like you to De-Passion me." *Without another word, Ben closed his eyes, pulled out a lighter and opened his eyes as he flicked it on!*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:30:41 PM)
02/11/11 00:30:15 Benjamin Wey rolls 4 dice vs. diff of 3 to Am I scared of Fire?!: 8, 2, 1, 3 : 1 successes

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:31:35 PM)
*Jumping a bit with the reaction of 'FIRE BAD', he snuffed it out quickly, attempting not to relax too much as he stared at Mary, still slightly shaken.*

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:34:35 PM)
((damn it i botched but i rolled 4 instead of 5 dice i needed lol should i reroll?))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:35:51 PM)
(( yeah, just reroll ))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:36:24 PM)
(( Wtf? It made me roll twice . . . ))

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:36:27 PM)
((2 succ))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:36:58 PM)
(( Cool; I won't be scared for the next day. Ish ))

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:37:09 PM)
((nice))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:39:18 PM)
*Relaxing all of a sudden, Ben smiled.* "Good. You're doing fine along our path." *Putting the lighter back in his pocket, he removed his eye-shaped necklace and held it tight.* "Sorry about the fire thing. I wanted to be sure where we were at. Solid, which is nice. Our next step in evolution is grooming what's already there. That may not make sense now, but think about this:"

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:40:33 PM)
*she focuses on him .. fear is something she is good at focusing on and she bends his fear making it less as she smiles at him and nods listening to him*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:42:19 PM)
"Every person has a fear. A fear so great, they'll refuse it's attention, blocking it or avoiding it altogether. Someone walking up behind you, someone ready to pull you under the waves, the smile of propane in a bedroom. Everyone has something, and with this next movement in our concert is to show it to them." *With a wicked grin, he offered a window inside . . . *

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:44:16 PM)
02/11/11 00:44:04 Benjamin Wey rolls 6 dice vs. diff of 6 to Can you feel that? (Manip + Subt, pulling to 1 success): 4, 6, 5, 2, 9, 3 : 2 successes

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:45:21 PM)
*As he whispered those simple words, 'Can you feel that?', Mary would notice the tiniest of pin-pricks on her skin around her ankles, slowly creeping up. Was that a spider? A fire ant?*

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:46:11 PM)
*this is something she understands very well.. tho on a purely physical level.. she rae as she feels something on her skin and she looks down* yes i do feel that....

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:50:01 PM)
*Speaking in a soft whisper, he continued* "That is the sneaking feeling of something unwanted nearby. What you find the most uncomfortable comes to the surface." *Whispers over her shoulder, 'they're coming!'* "It can be pretty disturbing if it lasts a long time" *Did something just move behind him? Hiding . . . * "But for this instance, it shouldn't last more than tonight."

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:52:49 PM)
* Sitting up straight, the teenager continued without further aggrivating his friend's nerves.* "So, what I want you to try to do is open the door for me. Show me my darkest fears come to life, the deepest reaches of my insanity, and lay them out for me to experience. Sound easy?" *With a small chuckle, he repositioned his feet.* "Let's pick something easy, like fire. Of course I'm afraid of that. See if you can make me feel the heat, or smell the popping firewood."

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:54:00 PM)
*her eyes dart around as she senses something near by.. she is able to relax tho and not get on full alert as he has made it clear what is causing the sensation realy... she nods to his words and does her best to focus on him and force the fear into his mind.. the heat as he put it*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 7:56:45 PM)
*Her inner Dementation powers were right on the tip of the surface, ready to Passion his fear, but it was obvious that was not what he was looking for. There had to be something else. Digging deeper, she saw the fire. It was inside of him, visible just through his eyes a little ways. Just out of reach.*

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 7:58:42 PM)
*she shifts her focus to the physical idea of the fire burning in his mind the smell of burnt flesh and hair.. and the sizzle the crackeling of the fire on skin... sounds and smells she knows well disturbingly*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:02:27 PM)
*He nodded as she pushed, trying to find the way through to the real choice of action. It wasn't as easy of a step as learning the 3rd step, and took a lot of practice to make it happen the first time. Quickening the results was almost as bad.* "Keep going. Don't fear getting burned. It's my mind. My fear. You have none. I know I made it hard on you, but that's the way it has to be." *He was starting to feel it. She was almost there, as the slightest smell was almost there. Closing in . . . * "Flare it! Throw on that gasoline!"

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:05:33 PM)
*the smell of cooked flesh becomes strong in her mind as she trys to project the smell of smoke and the way it burns the eyes the progression of warm to hot to burning to the tightening and ripping of flesh as the fire burns and rages and flares*

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:07:27 PM)
((mary actualy has lots of experiance with burning people lol... she likes to cook her fave dishes alive.. slowly over a fire..... yeah she is fucked))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:09:26 PM)
*Suddenly scooting back in his chair, Ben grabbed at the seat to prevent falling over. Taking in a brief of air sharply, the startled expression went to a pleasant smile.* "How was that? It's tough to make someone think something like that."

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:11:49 PM)
*she smiles slowly at him and shakes her head* no that isnt easy.... but i can see its well worth the effore to perfect.. *grins*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:16:49 PM)
*Nodding in agreement 'taste the flesh'* "It is. This fear of mine will probably last for another couple of minutes, but don't be disheartened. The first time always sucks. You should have seen what I did to my english composition teacher. A's after week three!" *Chuckling lightly, he waved his hand dismissively.* "On a more serious note-" *Was that blood on his wrists?* "-these early stages of Dementation require only a small amount of concentration--after complete training, anyway. The latest stage is said to require complete, unhindered eye contact."

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:20:05 PM)
*she rae listening to him and nods slowly her eyes drifting to his wrists* im used to causing fear in a much more physical way *chuckles* tho i supose this way is much better.... the subjects can live to enjoy the fear longer *grins*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:25:17 PM)
*Those spiders were up to her knees now. Did he say all night? Nodding, he continued to grin back:* "While I can understand what you mean, there's a couple special things about Haunting--which is what we're playing with. The first: eye contact isn't necessary. Even if we have to spend blood using it, we just need to be near somebody for them to start seeing phantasms." *Shh, wait, not yet . . . * "Second, and the most useful: they won't necessarily know it's you. A very sly way to ruin someone's week without them knowing it's your fault." *Is something burning? That smell . . . hair . . . *

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:28:05 PM)
*she shudders at the feeling of spiders on her legs and does her best to ignore it as logicly she knows it isnt real* so eye contact isnt nessasary... that makes it very useful indeed.. *smiles at him* can it work with other things becides fear? and physical feelings? like what about voices... or even just a really annoying sound?

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:30:10 PM)
*Shaking his head, a disgusting 'POP' sounds as his spinal cord must have snapped! Oddly, he continued to speak:* "

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:30:47 PM)
Unfortunately, we cannot control what they sense. It's from their imagination brought to life. It's every sense, in every eerie way they can think."

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:33:20 PM)
*that makes her smile even mor actualy* actualy i like that... nothing more effective than a persons own inner fears... rather than something forced on them ((gtg finish scene with renzo soon))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:33:36 PM)
(( Roger that, thanks for playin! ))

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:33:53 PM)
((thx for teaching! :D ))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:34:17 PM)
(( cha :D Just write down the date somewhere for when you wanna request the next dot for Demen ))

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:35:28 PM)
((i am.. and taking some screen shots))

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:36:20 PM)
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Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:36:38 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:36:50 PM)
(( Welcome Back! ))

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:37:22 PM)
((lol thx... i guess ill have u take scren shots for me as aparently closing my paint program somehow closed my chat windows too

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:37:50 PM)
(( zomg! I can do that. Do you want me to email 'em to you, or some such? ))

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:38:43 PM)
((sure do WarPoodle@ymail.com ))

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 8:39:34 PM)
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Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:40:09 PM)
((awww right as im leaving to finish another scene)

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 8:40:46 PM)
(( Malkavian time? I has it?))

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:40:53 PM)
((LOL))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:40:54 PM)
(( lol, ikr

Dr. Mary Hazzard (Feb 10, 2011 8:41:18 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 8:46:11 PM)
*Elyse has been pretty well hidden away for a couple of days the less who knew where she was the better, least the elder read someone’s mind then try to find her and kill her while she slept. But tonight she was hungry and after feeding something curious tugged at her senses. Too much time had passed from the last time she knew he was safe and with out harm. That bothered her. It bothered her that it bothered her and she even though of something like that. But still she found herself outside of his haven, pushing on the button lightly with her index finger. Not wanting to tempt the elder she was dressed like a normal teenage girl who looked her age would dress. A designer t-shirt, coat, jeans, but of course the heels as well. It was not her most comfortable state but it was better than getting hunted down.*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 8:50:33 PM)
*The door opened almost immediately after the button was pushed. As the metal door swung wide, a familiar teenager stood nearby, donned in his clothing of old: worn jeans and a Pearl Jam teeshirt, topped with somewhat messy brown hair. Upon seeing Elyse for the first time in a while, he smiled, only slightly taken aback by her unusually normal attire. Reaching out, he gave her a big, warm hug.* "I've been wondering where you've been!"

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 8:56:11 PM)
*This hug thing was starting to become slightly more natural for the blonde haired kindred. Her movements better shaped to it while the awkwardness lessened some. During the hug her arms wrapped around him her chin resting on his shoulder for a moment. She was warm to the touch for once, a more life-like look to her features than was normal for her, giving the indication that she had fed just recently or had been trying to attract life prey, something that was harder or her because of that strange vibe she gave off to mortals. * I have been sleeping, then I got hungry…I wondered where you were myself. That is not something I am use to. Have you been well? I have dinner for you in my trunk. *bringing him food? Strange how she always thought of him making sure he was fed or protected. Yet her own whip she would feed to the dogs?*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:02:01 PM)
(( Before I forget! The night he spoke with Claudia, he intentionally left his little pocket mirror there in the middle of the floor, in a wide enough area to notice pretty easily ))

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 9:02:26 PM)
(( awesome ok ))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:02:35 PM)
*Ben definitely noticed the evolution of her hugs and relished in it. He knew he could help her understand—or at least appear to—how certain social things worked. At the mention of ‘food’, he nodded with a big smile.* “That sounds lovely. I ended up using some to help teach Mary not too long ago. Let’s get inside out of this cold.”

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 9:09:52 PM)
*The cold of course did not bother her. It never did. She was use to it, more so it was the warmth of others that seemed to have more of a burning and unpleasant feel. Moving away from the hug she nodded to Bradley out in the car. Who would wait till the coast was clear then bring in, you guessed a pretty female wrapped in a cocoon of red ribbon decorated like a present. Elyse took off her jacket tossing it over the back of a chair gesturing for Bradley to put the pressure wrapped meal down on one of the other chairs, choking on a gag of black ribbon she was unable to scream or cause a commotion and that was best. * Teaching Mary? What did you teach her? Is this one of the situations where someone would feel jealousy? I don’t believe I do feel such a thing but I am curious of the circumstances that bring about certain emotions. *Her tone was flat, curious but at the same time logical, looking for answers to the emotional things that she knew so litlte about*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:12:58 PM)
*Still appearing somewhat uncomfortable with the gift wrapping bit, he moved over to the scared girl and attempted to calm her down.* "Shhh, sh, everything will be fine."

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:12:59 PM)
02/11/11 02:11:52 Benjamin Wey rolls 7 dice vs. diff of 6 to Hush now, child: 3, 2, 3, 5, 3, 1, 2 : Botch!

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:13:05 PM)
(( buhhh . . . )0

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 9:13:16 PM)
(( LOL!!!!)

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:13:28 PM)
(( SEVEN dice . . . . come on now ))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:14:02 PM)
(( welllllll butt . . . ))

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 9:14:03 PM)
(( you got screwed..))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:15:26 PM)
*The girl, looking at Ben suddenly began to panick, screaming as loud as possible through the ribbon. Ben, quite surprised by this reaction, took a step back. Had he not been careful enough? Looking at Elyse with confusion, he quickly bit into the girl, letting the Kiss smooth things over in his Dementation's stead.*

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:15:49 PM)
((*girl being the one tied up ))

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 9:17:33 PM)
*Everything will be fine? Was that not what the serial killers said just before they cut somone's toes off and fed them to them? The girl was pretty sure that was what Ben was trying to do infact it would seem that she was now more afraid of Ben than she was of creepy Elyse. Hearing her scream the doll like creature crossed her arms over her chest watching Ben as he fed. She had plans for that girl, maybe using her in teaching him something, but with her screaming like that it was slightly annoying* You feed strangely...the way you try to sooth them.

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:27:16 PM)
*Finishing quickly, he let the wrapped girl's head flop lightly to the side in sway of the emotions. Doing his best to show nothing but indifference, Benjamin returned his gaze to Elyse.* "If I stop trying, I'll stop caring. It's . . difficult to explain." *Wiping his mouth almost as an afterthought, he continued with a calmer, less rigid face:* "And to answer your question, I was teaching Mary about the second phase of Dementation, as she was curious about its intricacies. As for jealousy, well." *He chuckled a little. There's that smile!* "I would hope not. It's when you feel someone shouldn't be around someone else. Hopefully you wouldn't in Mary's case, as she's family."

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 9:33:21 PM)
*She continued to watch him feed shortly after the girls head flopped to the side, cold fingers reached out to stroke her head much in the same way she saw Ben do just before the girl had a freak out fest. Her eyes not looking back at him as he explained about caring. That might have been it. She didn’t care for the most part about these mortals. Recoiling her hand she placed them both behind her back, dark eyes sifting to the floor for a moment as if in thought* Then no I am not jealous of Mary but I would consider myself jealous of Izzy given that definition. I do not feel she should be around you or other family members.

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:42:20 PM)
"We'll take of her soon enough." *Tilting his head in a vain attempt to look into Elyse's eyes, he approached and touched her chin lightly, lifting it up so they could meet.* "Blue and grey." *He said softly. Green, dark emerald. Offering a small half grin, he continued.* "We're going to make sure she doesn't hurt any of us. Her days are numbered."

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:42:46 PM)
(( *take care*

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 9:47:13 PM)
The color depends on what I ware, sometimes they look gray sometimes blue. *She said looking up at him with out any sort of change of tone in her voice. There was no need for it. The intent she had for the Elder was well known by now.* We are probbaly going to die. She is powerful...I am trying to learn to be more quick, a trick the toreadors use to out run her, or stake her before she can slit my throat. Either way...but yet I have not been able to do so.

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 9:50:27 PM)
*Sighing, Ben shook his head and put his hands on her shoulders softly.* "She may be powerful, and she may be quick with a blade. I remember, though, her attempting to get Gilbert, and he got away on his own." *Shrugging indifferently, he continued"* "I will not let you die."

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 9:56:49 PM)
I am not concerned about dying Benjamin. You are mistaken if you think that I am scared in any way. I am not. You should be concerned with yourself. I am just being realistic. You notice she is killing girls that look like me. I am curious as to why...not that it matters as well.

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 10:00:39 PM)
(( I think I am going to head out...I kinda tired for some reason))

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 10:00:44 PM)
(( I am getting old...))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 10:00:55 PM)
"I'm concerned about you because she is killed other girls that look like you."

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 10:00:57 PM)
(( Oks

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 10:01:04 PM)
(( lol, you're so NOT old . . .

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 10:01:49 PM)
(( I am working on it buddy...and you are not far behind HA! ))

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 10:01:54 PM)
(( see you later!))

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 10:01:55 PM)
(( O.O

Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 10:01:59 PM)
(( laters

Elyse Benson (Feb 10, 2011 10:02:03 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Feb 10, 2011 10:03:08 PM)
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