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"Given the situation, I'm going to say it's a pretty justifiable prejudice. And don't worry - you'll learn different pretty soon. We're not people, remember?" Patrick nodded and stretched one leg out in front of him. He wasn't as strong as he'd like to be - by any means - but at least he was flexible, and as he spoke Patrick leaned down and wrapped his hand around the arch of his foot. "Lucky me."

Patrick huffed when his jaw was grabbed, clenching his teeth and staring up at Hunter. He wanted to hiss, to hit. He wanted to piss the sponsor off. He wanted to get shocked, but as soon as the man mentioned paralysis his blood ran cold, and Patrick froze. He swallowed. And, very reluctantly, he shook his head. "No." There was no fight left in his voice, no anger, no sarcasm. As soon as Hunter let go, Patrick looked away, defeated. "No, that's alright. I'll do your - whatever. Just -" Please God don't push that button.

The Dangers of Party Hats [Hunter/Patrick]

"Well then, just stay good and I won’t have to manhandle you" Hunter shrugged slightly, it really was a simple concept, though he could understand the inability to follow it. He hadn’t necessarily been the most obedient child either, though certainly someone who was no longer a child and no longer with any right toward freedom would listen a little better than the rebellious teenager he’d been. "Now that’s quite the prejudice you’ve got there darling. I do care if I hurt you sweetling, it’s never fun to see someone in pain. However, if you could think of a better way to get you to behave I’m all ears. I don’t intend to break, no, that wouldn’t be fun, I like a fighting spirit. I wouldn’t know about the cycle, I’ve only just started looking for a serf, never broken one, never had to use this bracelet until now."

Hunter raised his brows at the reaction to the food, something like gleeful menace in his eyes. So he’d lied at the not wanting to hurt serfs thing. But there was some truth to the statement. He did care about serfs being hurt, usually in the way that he gained joy out of it. But quite honestly there was a bit inside him, probably the bit that retrieved the ice pack, that saw far too much of himself in the serfs. 

Long fingers gripped either side of Patrick’s jaw forcing him to look up. “Now now darling, that’s not very nice” He scolded with a smile, though it was definitely one that spoke of cruelty. He leaned down, his mouth near Patrick’s ear. “Did you know there’s a feature to that little chip in the neck that will completely paralyze you darling? Shall I use that one as your punishment? You can watch everything happen to you without being able to have a say in anything, and believe me darling, I’ll make you watch as I get whatever I want out of this body” Hunter kissed the side of Patrick’s neck and pulled back.

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Thor 2 tho.

On a side note since everyone seems to be dying if either of you want my personal blog or aim or anything hit me up.

/goes to do hunter reply

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I guess that is true. If I still had my movie collection, I could fix that in about two seconds. Alas...

Details details. It’s been too long since I’ve seen the movie. Two and a half years since I’ve seen anything decent, the cable you get in these kinds of places is a bitch. Every time.

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... Because you mentioned shooting lightning out of your fingers? That's pretty self-explanatory, really.

Cats aren't really my division. Maybe try a different station.

How did you manage to turn this conversation into a discussion about fictional intergalactic villains? Where is my movie about a princess who rules a land populated by kittens?

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Fair point. I suppose if they did that at least we wouldn't have to be conscious for it. Thinking about it's absolutely terrifying, though - I think I'd prefer flying sharks.

I suppose I could be the vampire. Haven't seen daylight in a decade, anyway. I do like the idea of turning into Emperor Palpatine, though.

Not everything about Star Wars is fiction. When they created it companies didn’t own personal ships to give tours of space. Or robots with near human intelligence. We’ll wait and see on the sharknados, it is storming pretty hard out there. And as far as emotions on the black market, I think they one upped it by putting us here. I might have preferred the latter. 

I can’t be the vampire. I have to be the equivalent of Buffy. I just have to. Maybe something in the chips will eventually go wrong and we’ll start shooting lightning out  of our hands?

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"I really wouldn't." Patrick shook his head. "And I don't have to know you. You're all the same. Everyone that even goes near that thing on your wrist right there."  He paused picking at his jeans for just a moment to point at the shock bracelet on Hunter's wrist. "Everyone that even thinks about using that. You don't care what you're doing to the people you hurt. All you care about is if they do what you say. Then they break. And you get bored. And you move on to someone else, and it starts all over." He glanced up, laughed coldly, more than a hint of disdain in his voice. "You're all the same."

Patrick didn't grace Hunter's comment on his hair with a reply, just sat and went back to picking at the hem of his jeans. Sooner or later the kid would snap again. Until then, Patrick was in no hurry to speed up the process.

At least, he wasn't until he had food shoved in his face. Without a second thought, he raised his hand and took the grape with his fingers, holding it for a moment before throwing it over his shoulder. He'd get shocked again. He didn't care. Patrick wasn't about to stoop to eating like a dog. "We're not doing that."

The Dangers of Party Hats [Hunter/Patrick]

"I’m hardly manhandling you. Though I can if you would prefer that" Hunter scoffed, though there was definitely less of the iciness in his voice than when he’d been previously speaking. "It makes sense, though how you know whether or not I’d care is arguable, you don’t know me darling" He murmured, his lips twitching at Patrick’s behavior, he was definitely trying to avoid being shocked again, and was doing a lovely job of controlling his temper. It was boring, but Hunter had already shocked him and the boy was sitting so compliant at his feet. And picking at his clothing again, he was tempted to throw something at him that wasn’t frayed just so he could get rid of the annoying habit for now.

That reaction was cute, when Hunter pulled his hair. “Don’t like that darling? Or is it the other way around” He asked, softer than perhaps he had been, with a bit of a cheeky grin. But he let go of the man’s hair, instead actually reaching for his first purpose. He pulled off a grape and popped it into his own mouth before picking off another and bringing it up to Patrick’s lips, an expression on his face that should get the point across on what Hunter was expecting an what the consequences would be.

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Not everything. Star Wars is still fiction. Sharknados are still fiction. They can shock us, but at least they're not draining our emotions to sell on the black market.

Human lightning rod is too close to reality. At least one of us needs to be a vampire.

The only problem with science fiction is that everything that was fiction 20 years ago is real now. I mean… look at us. Our nervous systems are run by electromagnetic waves. We’d have to really spice things up. You mentioned a human lightning rod? That might work. 

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I think Patrick would fit in well with a Zombie world actually. XD

Right? Also step-mom and I started watching Dracula, so I'll be slow on replies for a little bit.

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I dunno O.O Also, I think that’s fine. I’ve heard some people do that to refine their main characters.

I might cheat, then. Someone mentioned a Primeval zombie fic, and I promised my teacher last year that I'd have a first draft of a manuscript of something done by my birthday.

So I might write Patrick into a zombie novel and satisfy both things.

On a real level though everyone is gone I am very worried

SAME. It's like they all went on vacation and didn't invite us. Very rude. 

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real talk tho where did like half of the population of this rp vanish to? i am afraid

also can i use an oc rp character as a main character for a story or is that cheating?

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When his leg got too cold, Patrick took the ice off and set in on the floor. He put his hand on his ankle, looking up at Hunter, examining him. The chill in his voice came as a surprise, and Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked back down at his legs. "Let me rephrase that. A little bit." He nodded, sighed. "You don't care why, so I'm not going to bother explaining to you why I don't want to be manhandled. Make sense?" He glanced back up at Hunter for a moment before going back to picking at a loose thread at the hem of his jeans, voice calm and collected.

Eventually he needed to get new clothes. Not now. Not soon. But eventually.

Patrick tilted his head back when his hair was pulled, bit the inside of his cheek, looked anywhere that wasn't the person in front of him.

The Dangers of Party Hats [Hunter/Patrick]

Hunter couldn’t help the little chuckle as Patrick squirmed underneath the ice pack. That was definitely a response he’d mark down for a later time. Preferably one that had to do with a lot more squirming from Patrick and noticeably less clothes. Not that this was a guarantee, not in the least, but Patrick had his attention for now. Hunter crossed one leg over the other as he sat, the corner of his mouth twitching as he watched Patrick take the ice pack and set it on his leg. 

"It most certainly is sweetheart, especially if I’ve checked you out for the night, you can’t seriously expect me not to lay a hand on you the entire time you’re here?" Hunter raised his brows, his voice a little icy. The problem with Hunter, was that even he got confused on when he was being genuine and when he was being fake. It all seemed to blend together these days. On one hand, he looked at serfs and thought of himself, how he’d lived for the majority of his life. And the other, an excellent way to work out his anger and control something in his life. 

Hunter continued his hand’s trail, tugging on the hair he ran it through lightly. 

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You know, I think that's my worst nightmare. Can we add an alien and some sharks instead and be a SyFy Original?

Yeah. Just... it's nice.

Unfortunately we’re only ABC status if we change the setting to a small town high school. If we keep this whole company/serf thing we’d be leaning towards something more across the lines of a soap opera. 

Clean. Yeah, I like that too.

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Wow, are we really that bad? I mean, I suppose it's good we're not Lifetime, but still...

Ah - not that way. Otherwise me 'n a few people I used to know would've built a lightning rod by now. I always liked rain, though. It just - makes everything clean, you know? Wish we could see it.

Me as batman? I thought we agreed that the nerdy comic books and games are your forte. You’re the geek, I’m the teen beauty queen. We might as well be an ABC family original movie.

I overheard from a few sponsors who came in. You can hear it if you lean against the walls. Thunder, too. Lightning! Can we be electrocuted via chip?

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You're not secretly Batman, are you? Because I gotta say I'm a lot more fragile than I look.

It's really raining, though?

I’m just kidding with you. Come on now. The scars have healed, I’m tougher than I look. You’ll see once I use that punch I have on you.

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...

Too bad I don’t have any parents to sign the forms.

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You think they'd let us go on a field trip?

It’s raining outside. I wish I was out there.