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✎: a journal entry about your muse written by my muse.

[An excerpt from Ezra’s Journal Entry - *one day to be published]October 31, 2015 - 

Remember the other day when I wrote about my “incident” with a middle-aged woman. How she sat me down on one of the benches and gave me an extensive, unnecessary lecture about how drunken behaviors will lead me nowhere in life? How I should get my act together or else I’ll never find a girl and raise a child of my own? Well, to “teach me a lesson”, she forced me to help her out with something. I had supposedly ruined the day for her, so now the task was on me. 

And so, I’m at this stupid booth all by myself, waiting for my partner. Supposedly she’s young and pretty, but what do I care? I need to get out of this place as soon as possible before I go on a rampage. It’s for a donation - I don’t even know what this organization is for or what its called. All I know is by the end of the day, my partner and I need to obtain 500 signatures of people willing to donate to the third world countries. But looking around at the deserted area, the task is impossible, especially with other charity stations offering food and different services. Because right now, we only have an obnoxious poster behind my seat, brochures scattered on the table, one speaker, and two clipboards. How old fashion.

Ah, and my partner has arrived. She seems…friendly. I give her a quick smile before I resume my attention back at the empty clipboard. Even if she’s friendly, I’m not a friendly guy. It is awkward and stays awkward for a good hour. She tries to exchange a few conversations with me because she’s a nice girl, but I give her the cold shoulder. Because if we were to become “friends”, she would be in danger. I would end up craving her blood - and well, her innocence would be taken away by a monster. 

However, the event is slow and she looks exhausted. I grab the speaker and offer a free kiss for every signature, a makeout session if the female is hot, and possibly a kiss from my partner if she finds me attractive. I gave her a quick smirk and like that, our event becomes a huge hit. 

Now, I’m not psychic, so I don’t know how this event will end, but one thing for sure, I have succeeded. My partner will be able to catch up on her sleep, and right now, I envision her beautiful smile while waving at me goodbye and telling me what a smart and awesome guy I am. Okay, so maybe her smile is attractive, maybe her personality isn’t that bad - but hey, humans are human, right? And in my dictionary humans are all monsters. 

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“What are you doing? You’ll cause a scene!”

WOULD HE? Would he really cause a scene? This was only a charity event anyways. An aftermath of his own drunken stupidity. It was the night when he couldn’t feed, which resulted in the consumption of a whole bottle of whiskey. It wasn’t an uncommon thing - for he had consumed large amounts of alcohol in one sitting in the past, but never without human blood in his system. Besides, his body was able to tolerate because he was technically “dead”, so things like alcohol poisoning and toxicity was never an issue. 

Though, when drunk, all his senses were heightened and as a sexual creature, he had done reckless things. One being, that night. He had supposedly interfered and “ruined” a charity event; so now, he was stuck in this situation with that girl. Ezra glanced over at the young female who had spoken up about his behavior and rolled his eyes at her.

It was stupid. They had to receive a total of 300 signatures by the end of the day or else, he’d have to return tomorrow to do the same exact thing. Sit around at a secluded table in the middle of a street fair, trying to lure people in to sign up for donations to third world countries. Fucking torture. It was a thoughtful program - but he was not a nice being. In fact, there was not a single drop of human in him left, and so was settled. 

The duo had received only five signatures during the hour they were stationed - things had to change. He had a plan.

“Sign up, donate, and receive a free kiss from me.” He could have used compulsion and forced people to sign up, but what fun was that when he could use his sexual side, along with his good looks and mysterious personality as an advantage. “Possibly a make out session if you’re hot.” He spoke through the speaker phone. “And maybe a kiss from this pretty lady next to me, too.” He glanced at the young female again and gave her a quick smirk. “I’d so want one.” 

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⊰♯『ӎ』♯⊱  “ Oh man, how embarrassing.. “ 

      His hand fumbles about over his face as he tries to wipe      away whatever it was that was on it. Mark is sure his cheeks      were tinted a slight pink at being caught with only-god-knows      what on his face but he’s glad no one else was really around       to see. Or well— he hopes he wasn’t walking around like that too long.

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👻 ; Is your muse easily startled ?  It would depend really but Mark is only somewhat easily startled. More so where he’ll react only briefly (possible screaming that morphs more into a laugh) for a mere second or longer. But never too long. He’s quick to revert back to his usual self. Unless it’s something like a spider. As quiet as he is, he’s also very loud. He has no inbetween, you just have to be around him at the right moment.

🔋 ; How is their energy throughout the day ? If it’s a busy workday, then he more or less has a lot of energy. Unless he’s sick and tired, of course. Often when he’s at home, he’s a lot more lazy and would rather sleep or sit around playing with his electronic devices.

He met her through some friends at the party. It’s not likethey talked much. He knew that she was there and she probably saw him. Jaewondidn’t really have much interest in her. If she wanted to talk, he would talkto her but other than that there was nothing. He was more interested in herfriend, a handsome tall guy who was obviously just her friend and nothing more. But he only came with her once and thatwas it. Jaewon tried asking her but his question was avoided completely, themessage obvious.

It was one of that states where he drank a bit too much andsomehow they ended up talking a bit more, a bit too deep for his liking. Henever hid what kind of person he was and what he was doing in order to survive.He wasn’t ashamed that he sleeps on the streets and refuses his friends help.After all, he grew up on the streets. The streets were his home.

“I don’t think you are fine.”

He heard her saying, feeling like she hit right in the centreof the target but he still stubbornly refused to admit. “Of course I’m notfine. I’m great actually! Don’t you see that I’m having time of my life?” Hetried to joke about it, taking a sip of his beer and winking at her.