Marcel grinned a small bit when Virgil agreed with him on the shaved look of his. He liked to think that a goatee was the perfect look for him which admittingly enough was because of his father. The two looked quite alike and it was the style that he usually went with and so Marcel couldn't help but decide that he looked best with it as well. He'd tried the full beard, mustache, clean shaven, and many others but the goatee was just the perfect look for him. He especially hated how he looked clean shaven, he thought he just looked too much like a baby without any facial hair. Thankfully Virgil would never see him without, the other man would probably never let him hear the end of it. Finally Marcel nodded his head with a small grin that showed a resigned look on his face "Sadly it is, we have money to make Querido. The life of an adult" if Marcel had it his way they'd just stay in once again, maybe head out for a bit but sadly to get money they needed to work. So the Hispanic would nod his head while Virgil went to get ready and made his way to the bed in order to relax a bit, but not before grabbing his phone, wallet, and keys from the dresser. He did not want to forget these, that would be mildly irritating to say the least. Marcel would simply lay there as he thought about how domestic he'd become during this short time that their relationship started. Maybe a part of him was longing to be able to fall back into the motions of a relationship, that was very much a possibility. But either way Marcel didn't put much thought into it as he watched Virgil leave the bathroom and begin putting his things away and grinned a bit as he stood up from the bed and wrapped his arms around Virgil's neck "Who's this handsome jackass in my bedroom?" he spoke with a bit of snark before placing a kiss on the smooth skin of his cheek and smirked a small bit at it. Damn this man was even handsome shaven. However he would reluctantly pull himself away and began walking out to the living room where he turned the TV and lights off "Alright, time to head back to the grind" he stated before stepping out and locking the door behind him once Virgil was out. He would then walk out to Virgil's truck "We'll take your truck this time" he stated since honestly part of him just didn't trust a bunch of teen boys to even be in the general vicinity of his car. With that thought the Hispanic would hop into the passenger seat and reclined a bit as he waited for the other to start the truck and drive off.
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fiendish fujoshi
Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2018 12:23 am
The hair along the edge of his jaw and chin had k left though it still felt strange to have the rest of the stubble gone. Virgil smirked when he was called a jackass. It would have still amused him even if he had been serious about it."Sounds like ya already know 'im if you're callin' 'im that." He chuckled softly as he followed him out of the room, stopping near the kitchen to grab his things. Keys, wallet, phone and cigarettes were placed into his pockets on his way out the door. Once they were outside, he started for his truck out of habit and could only laugh when Marcel stated that they would be taking his vehicle. His Hispanic could be such a bossy butt sometimes. "Sir, yes, sir." Virgil drawled out quite sarcastically as he unlocked the doors for them. After getting in his truck, he took a minute to roll down his window before he took out and lit a cigarette. He stuck the keys in the ignition and cranked the engine while he glanced over to him with a slight smile. The wolf would start to hum some old song to himself as he left the apartment complex they lived at.
”Ya know ya can watch movies an’ s**t on that thing?” Virgil would offer as if the tidbit of information might make the device more interesting or something. Of course, it couldn’t actually compare to an actual television but it was better than nothing as he could attest to. ”It’s th’ only goddamn thing that kept me sane while I was in th’ hospital. They only had local channels an’ local sucks…” Calling it a ‘hospital’ was being generous. The building was a hole in the wall place that cared for the supernatural races that felt that they couldn’t go to a normal one. Still, the staff there had saved his life so how run down it was really didn’t matter to the wolf. He sped up once he finally turned onto the road that would take them home. It wasn’t nearly as congested with traffic as the other was so he could do that safely.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 4:49 am
Marcel couldn't help but roll his eyes at Virgil's comment, of course he'd bring up the fact that this small piece of technology was beating him more than any fight ever. He groaned in annoyance when yet another thing popped up onto the screen, why did he do this!? Thankfully Virgil tried a bit of advice although it was lost on the Hispanic for a moment, what the hell did he mean by home button? This button? Nope, that just adjusted the volume. This one? Once again no, that was the power button. OK There was only one physical button left on the damn thing so it had to....work! Yes! A large grin grew on his face as he turned to Virgil "I knew you were more than a pretty face! It worked!" well now that he knew how to close things on his phone that would make things so much easier for him. Now that there weren't a million things on his phone screen the Hispanic would slowly study each app and everything that was present on the device. OK there was the camera...the currently empty gallery...some app store, he'd check that out when he had the time. Then other things that were beyond his understanding, apparently social media apps were already installed on the device, too bad those kinds of things were well beyond him. When Virgil mentioned that he could watch movies on the phone Marcel blinked in surprise and smirked "No s**t, really?" well that just made this device over a hundred times more useful to the Hispanic, especially during those slow days of "teaching" where no students were present. He would then listen to Virgil explain how he used his phone to watch movies in the Hospital, he could only imagine how awful the boredom must have been "I could only imagine, news channels and if your lucky a soap opera or two" the very thought made Marcel was to cry tears of boredom, honestly being stuck in a medical tent with several other men and women while deployed was probably more entertaining than any hospital TV. Marcel then reached down and grabbed the hand that was resting on his thigh and resting his hand on top of Virgil's simply because.""
Every now and then Virgil would look over to watch him try to figure it out, unable to stop himself from chuckling whenever he pressed a wrong button. He shook his head at his comment with an amused sigh. ”Gee, thanks.” Plenty of people believed the brute to be nothing more than something pretty to look at, but didn’t care nor was he under the impression that Marcel was one of those types. Even if he had actually meant it, the grin would more than makeup for it. After all, it wasn’t as if he was someone who took things too personally unless it was something drastic or cruel. How the other man seemed to perk up at the mention of being able to watch shows on his phone. ”Aye. I can give ya my log-in info for th’ streamin’ service I have if ya like.” No sense in them both spending money on something like that, especially when he hardly ever used the account himself. He would’ve canceled it by now if he hadn’t already wasted the money on a yearly subscription. Virgil began to nod though he soon stopped as something dawned on him. ”Soap operas? Now I wonder how’d ya know what those are...” He teased him. The man had watched enough soap operas to last him a lifetime, and he’d only watched one marathon in said lifetime during his hospital stay. They were a hell of a lot worse than a B-rated romance movie.
Virgil was never happier to pull in the lot of the apartments than he was just then. The day had had its ups and downs, and he was thankful to be at a place that he would feel safe. Not having to worry about anyone throwing a fit over the two men being affectionate with one another was a bonus. He pulled into a parking spot away from the other vehicles and killed the engine. His hand slipped from underneath Marcel’s before taking ahold of it, the wolf simply there like that for a short while before he leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. ”Grab th’ pizza, darlin’? It should be fine t’leave th’ tent or ya can stick in ‘ere.” Carrying the heavy item all the way inside his apartment when they would be taking it tomorrow seemed like a pain in the a**, but he would leave the choice up to the soldier. With that, he let go of his hand to grab his drink and got out. The bags of his clothing was grabbed before moved to wait for his lover to head inside.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2018 3:02 pm
Marcel would perk up even more when Virgil mentioned giving him the account for his...streaming service? He'd assume that meant whatever let him watch the movies. For only being thirty seven the Hispanic was beginning to realize just how out of touch he is with technology, he was becoming more and more like his Dad who had trouble just working the DVD player back home. He would definitely start working on getting more in touch with modern technology, there was no way in hell he'd become like his Old Man. The Hispanic couldn't help but roll his eyes and smirked over at Virgil with an amused look "You didn't grow up in a Spanish household, my Mámá would play her Spanish soap opera's every day. I wouldn't be surprised if she still follows them religiously!" Marcel would laugh a bit a the memory of sheer boredom he felt whenever he was forced to sit down and watch one of them with her. She thought it was bonding time, he thought it was torture. Maybe if he were her daughter instead of her son he might have taken a bit more of an interest in them. None the less he smirked a little bit as they finally arrived back at the apartment complex "Home sweet home!" he sighed in relief before looking over to Virgil whom took his hand and smiled just a little bit when he gave him a kiss on the cheek. Little things like that really just made his day so much better. Marcel then nodded his head when the other spoke "Yeah, let's just leave the tent. No point in hauling it inside for no reason" with that he would step out of the truck and reached into the back to get their leftovers. The Hispanic would then lead the way into the complex before leading them to his apartment door where he would unlock it and hold the door open for Virgil to get in first since his hands were filled. Once inside Marcel would turn on the lights and stretched a little bit before looking over at Virgil "Hey Virgil, after our little camping trip...uh why don't we get you a dresser or something so you don't have to keep your clothes in that old bag?" it was just a suggestion and for some reason adding a level of permanence to Virgil living here made Marcel feel warm inside, it was so silly but still.
Having to listen to something as awful as a soap opera in any language was torture in its own way. Though Virgil thought he might like the Spanish ones a bit more despite not understanding the beautiful language. Hell, not being able to understand might make them downright tolerable! At least he could stare at some sexy men! The rest of his coffee would be sucked down while he followed him inside, the male nodding his head in thanks while the door was held open for him. He moved toward the kitchen to toss the cup away before he turned to head for the bedroom though he soon paused at the question. Virgil liked his duffle bag! If only because it allowed him to get the hell out of dodge with his stuff when s**t hit the fan. It might just be a dresser for his things, but there was a certain weight that came with it. A permanence of location a drifter like him wasn’t used to. It was almost frightening in a way. But perhaps something as silly as a piece of furniture might help prove that he was willing to stick around and wouldn’t vanish in the middle of the night. A slight smile came as he met those rich dark brown eyes. ”Aye. If ya think there’s room for it.” Should be, it wasn’t as if he would need a very big one. ”’Til then th’ bag will have t’do. I’m goin’ t’go put this stuff up.” Chuckling, he grabbed his collar to go put it away as well and walked off. The bags were dropped near his duffle before he crouched down and unzipped it. The first item he retrieved was the shopping bag with the surprise he’d purchased hidden inside, something which he tucked over to one side and covered with some of his old clothes. After that, he took out the shirts and jeans to put them in, deciding it would be easier to remove the tags as he wore them. He hesitated when he picked up his collar, remembering the Hispanic’s remark from earlier. Was there really any harm in wearing it even when doing so wouldn’t be all that useful? If it pleased his beau then…Grumbling at himself, he fastened the collar around his neck and stood up to change into his pajama bottoms. For once, his wife beater would be left on. His hair was taken down as he walked out of the bedroom and its band slipped around a wrist. ”Hey, darlin’? If…we’re going t’be lookin’ for furniture, why don’t we see if we can’t find anythin’ t’brighten this place up ah bit?” Unsure of where the other could be by now, he spoke a bit louder than he usually did. This was very much Marcel’s place in his mind despite living with him now, but he did want to put in some effort to make it a decent home for them. Though he wouldn’t be upset if the apartment’s owner didn’t want to do any sort of decorating.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2018 6:19 am
Marcel would listen to Virgil and felt his heart soar a bit when Virgil smiled and agreed to getting a dresser. The Hispanic man nodded his head and thought about the wall in front of the bed. The area was vacant would be a good spot for the large piece of furniture "I think I already know where I'll be putting it" this was something Marcel was looking forward too. The Veteran was a hands on kind of guy and enjoyed fixing and putting things together. When he put his dresser together it was a relatively decent time that killed an hour or two. Heck this translated to his car, his baby. Marcel loved nothing more than to take apart and upgrade his vehicle with new parts and such, there was a certain joy when he completed a task such as that and got to admire and experience the fruits of his labor. The Hispanic man would then walk out to the kitchen while Virgil put his clothes away and put their leftover pizza in the refrigerator. He would then sit himself down onto the couch and turned the television on to see the news channel and a weather report calling for clear skies for the weekend and more, that was good at least. Once the Werewolf came back and spoke, Marcel would turn his head and blinked at Virgil in surprise for a moment as he contemplated the others question for a second. Suddenly a smirk grew on his face "You mean like decorating the apartment? Querido I think your gay is finally starting to show a bit" he teased the other with the usual stereotype of gay men and things of that nature. It was just harmless teasing but still Marcel nodded his head as he took a look around the apartment "Sure, I don't see why not. Get some tables, maybe a few decorations to go on them?" admittingly enough his empty apartment was the typical bachelor pad, sparse with no actual decorations so to speak. He never really paid much attention but now that Virgil had pointed it out Marcel would scan the entirety of his apartment and how utterly dreary it looked "Actually...I think we'll need more than a few tables..." honestly he had no eye for this kind of thing, everywhere he looked the Hispanic couldn't figure out what could go where. In fact the only thing that wasn't a bare necessity was his liquor cabinet which he had made sure to stock well before meeting Virgil. But since meeting the other man the Hispanic hardly felt any desire to drink a tall...well since that thing was dealt with at least. Marcel wasn't going to linger on it for too long as he nodded his head "We can do it after our camping trip, although furniture is expensive as all hell so maybe one or two things at a time. Keep it slow so we don't break the bank" he reasoned for a moment as he did some calculations in his head. They would both be getting paid sometime next week so they could go and buy some things during that time.
Bah! He'd worry about that when the time came. For now Marcel was now more interested in Virgil once he finally noticed the pink collar around the others neck as all the more perverted thoughts entered his mind before brushing them away, now was not the time!...yet. He would stand up and walk over to Virgil and tugged on the collar a small bit "You listened to me and put it on! Querido you need to wear it more often..." a sexy grin would form on his face as he looped a finger through the ring that held the tag to the collar and pulled Virgil down a bit "This with those jeans you just bought, I gotta say you would be the sexiest man alive" he would lean forward just a bit and instead of some long drawn out kiss he would give Virgil only a quick peck on the lips before releasing the other man's collar and plopped himself down onto the couch before sprawling out and patting the spot next to him "C'mere, I gotta admit you're really warm and comfy to snuggle with" right now they were playing one of Marcel's favorite slasher movies, gory and visceral but with a good story to back it up. Marcel had also learned that he can't be too obvious with his little games like the other night, he'd make sure to keep everything nice and slow.
Virgil rolled his eyes at the stereotypical joke, chuckling softly as he did. ”I hate t’disappoint ya, love, but th’ stork lost my decoratin’ catalog on th’ way.” He might turn out to suck at the whole decorating thing. After all, it wasn’t as if he really had much of a reason to do it since this was his first place of residence. He nodded some to agree to his idea about the tables, snorting in amusing when Marcel finally seemed to realize just how barren the place was. “Maybe some pictures or somethin’.” He shrugged a shoulder, having no more of a clue about what they would want to get or how to decorate no more than the Hispanic did. He supposed figuring it out as they went would be all part of the fun. Maybe. ”Aye, good idea. We could look around town an’ see if there’s any second-hand stores or places like that as far as some of th’ décor goes.” He wasn’t under the impression that things of nature were on the cheap side and it wouldn’t surprise him if the ones made of low-end materials cost a pretty penny either.
He started to move toward the kitchen only to stop when Marcel approached him. The simple act of his collar being tugged on had the big brute instantly chiding himself for how easily his mind slipped into the gutter. And the way he was grinning definitely didn’t help him with setting his imagination on a more innocent course. He did his best to focus on what was being said in hopes it would help, but all he could manage was an idea for a outfit that his lover might appreciate. The tip of his tongue licked at his lips a bit as he tried to form some response although his brain completely shut down as he was pulled down to the veteran’s level. A rush of heat flooded through him while he was held there, the brute trying to capture his lips again for a proper kiss though he was soon met with empty air. He let out a loud snort like some frustrated stallion as he straightened his posture and looked over to him with a raised brow. ”I’m glad ya think so, darlin’.” It was a sweet notion that he wanted to snuggle, but Virgil wasn’t so sure that he deserved it after last night’s stunt! Like hell was he going to fall for a trick like that again. At least not while it was still so fresh in his memory. ”Just gimme ah minute.” A drink was needed, and he planned one doing that. Going into the kitchen, he ended up taking his cup from earlier out of the trash before he tossed the shopping bags balled up in one hand away. Having something with a lid seemed like a good idea, the last thing he wanted was to be bitched at for accidentally spilling moonshine on the couch. The cup, lid, and straw would be quickly washed off in the sink and set off to the side while he went to get the moonshine from the freezer, which he used to fill the cup to its brim. He left the jar on the counter and went to go join Marcel in the living room with his drink in hand. Though the stubborn older man didn’t do what was wanted of him. No, he picked a spot near his hips to sit down and remained sitting up, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. His chin was propped up with one hand while the other raised his drink up so he could wrap his lips around the end of the straw. "I think this is one of th' best movies you've picked out..." Virgil would comment once his mouth was free as he watched some poor fool being gutted.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 4:03 am
Marcel couldn't help but find it so amusing how Virgil reacted to having a deeper kiss denied to him. The sound he made was certainly funny to the Hispanic. He would watch as the movies first victim, the one who set the rest of the tale into motion was stalked. Once Virgil joined was when the young man was gutted alive but not completely killed until he was then thrown onto a meat hook and bisected completely. He knew that some people hated the movie because of just how far it went with it's gore but he loved it, good special effects like this were some of his favorite parts in movies. What he didn't love was how Virgil blatantly denied him the snuggling he had wanted! The younger man was a stubborn one though and after shooting Virgil a look Marcel would scoot over and threw an arm around Virgil's shoulders with a roll of the eyes as he knew that Virgil was probably a bit suspicious after last night "Relax Querido, I actually want to watch the movie this time!" he stated before sighing in contentment and held Virgil with one arm and resting his head on the others arm. By now the scene would be the boring beginning part where all the high school students were introduced. The girl next door who was their main protagonist, the boy next door who has a crush on her, and their friends the jock, the flirty girl, the nerd, and the typical hot douche guy who these characters would never actually be friends with in real life. They were talking about the guy in the beginning who was killed, apparently the girl next doors older brother and the funeral "I swear I've seen this movie at least thirty times. Can't get enough of it though, you know what I mean?" Marcel asked before glancing at Virgil with a curious look "Any good books you like to reread?" he asked simply because he knew that Virgil was not nearly as partial to movies and television as he was. The Hispanic couldn't help it, sitting here alone for a couple years with his issues had caused him to become quite an expert on a lot of movies. Granted some of them were completely forgotten since sometimes he was just completely sloshed at the time.
Virgil probably wouldn’t enjoy these types of movies as much if he could remember the entirety of his confinement. Blessedly, his brain had blocked out the worst of it or else he might not be able to function these days. As it was now, he hardly felt anything when the man on screen was killed in a most gruesome way. Not that he saw the watched the full scene because as soon as he noticed Marcel moving over he was eyeing him skeptically. He raised an eyebrow and gave a small shake of his head. ”I’ll believe it when it happens.” He uttered underneath his breath before he took another long sip from his cup. But he didn’t try to pull away from him since their position would allow him to escape if he needed to. The bigger man didn’t pay too much attention to the screen when the characters were being introduced, even the made-up lives of fictional high schoolers wasn’t appealing to him. ”Seriously?” Virgil briefly glanced over at him. Good lord, thirty was a lot. How anyone could watch any movie that many times and not get bored with it was beyond him. ”Nah, I can’t say I do….I think ya need your gray matter checked if ya find this entertainin’ enough t’watch that much.” He playfully joked as he moved his empty hand to lightly poke him on the side of the head before letting it drop. The questions about books was considered for a few seconds before he gave a nod of his head. ”There’s ah few. Haven’t really read any of ‘em in ah couple of years though.” Or really thought about them until the Hispanic had asked. Now he wanted to see if he couldn’t at least locate his absolute favorites to have on hand. It shouldn’t be too hard considering most of them were claimed as classics by now and reprinted. After a minute or two of sitting as they were, Virgil found him beginning to grow a tad uncomfortable. He shifted somewhat, but when that didn’t help he ended up leaning away from him. Turning to face him, he placed a hand on his chest to gently push the other man to the cushions on the back of the couch before he laid back with him. A happy sigh left him as he laid his head down on his chest and curled up against the former soldier’s side the best that a man of his size could. ”So, who kicks th’ bucket?” He didn’t want to develop even the slightest bit of interest in any of the characters if they were going to die. The douche bag seemed like he would be the one to bite the dust sooner rather than later with how he was complaining about the girl being too emotional.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 8:01 pm
Marcel grinned at Virgil and nodded his head when asked about if he was serious about watching it thirty times. Maybe he did because he liked the kills and how morbid they could be? "Yep! What can I say? The story isn't too bad once the ball gets going and the kills are really unique for the most part" while most slashers were pretty copy and paste this one was somewhat different in it's approach somewhat, still a bit formulaic but that was forgivable. He would then roll his eyes a bit at Virgil's snarky remark, the werewolf was asking for his teasing with that attitude. None the less Marcel chuckled "Maybe so but at least it ain't gay cowboy smut, now is it?" he teased the other with his own witty comeback before settling down a bit while Virgil thought about the books that he liked. Once he finally responded the Hispanic man nodded his head in understanding, he remembered watching movies he used to love but then dropping them for no real reason. He would then blink and think for but a moment before smirking a bit "Well the douche is the first to go, you'll see that in a couple minutes actually" he commented as the students were at the closed casket funeral, closed because of just how mangled the body was. He would then lean back into the couch as Virgil had re-positioned him for a more comfortable position "Jock is next, surprisingly enough the blonde flirty girl actually makes to close to the finale but...she dies too" of course that would leave the girl next door and the boy next door, her obvious love interest. The scene would open up as the douche and the flirty girl were the last two left in the room with the casket at the viewing. The douche would try hitting on her and of course she would not take it as she was grieving the loss of the man she had loved and never confessed to. She would storm out in a grief filled anger yelling at him to drop dead. Meanwhile he scoffed at the casket, mentioning how he was gonna claim her from him now that he was just a corpse. That's when the killer struck, silent and unheard he beat the douche to a pulp. His cries for help drowned out by the music and large group of people talking in the other room. Finally he would be bashed in the temple and knocked out, the last we would see of him for now would be getting tied down and gagged before the scene would shift back to the other friends with the flirty girl complaining about the douche to the other three friends. Marcel would grin a bit as he turned his head a bit "My favorite part is actually coming up" he commented with a smirk.
The Hispanic hoped Virgil was liking the movie so far, he knew the other wasn't too keen on movies in general but still he appreciated how he watched them with him either way. Marcel would place a small kiss on Virgil's temple before turning his head back to the movie where would would soon see the funeral scene with the girl next door commenting on how the douche didn't even bother showing up to the funeral. Words would be said and the casket would be lowered into the earth as they started burying it. However the scene would shift to black as they were now showing the douche laying down in something dark. He would shift around before feeling something underneath him, which would turn out to be the corpse of the teen killed in the first few minutes of the movie. The douche would suddenly realize that he was in the casket as it was being buried, he would scream and flail as best he could but the knots the killer tied held strong and the gag in his mouth didn't budge as the screen would pan upwards through the hole up to the unknowing mourners. However behind the group in the distance stood a man with a black umbrella obscuring most of his face, only his sadistic smile could be seen. Marcel would shake his head a little bit "Ugh always gets me, I swear" and chuckled a bit.
It was adorable with how enthused Marcel sounded when he spoke of the movie. Even if the movie turned out to be something he found horrible, it would be the time just so he could see the man’s reactions. Hell, they could be watching a boring old golf game and he would be content. All that mattered to Virgil was spending time together, he could find entertainment with television knowing that the man he loved enjoyed watching it. He scoffed a bit at the mention of the book he was currently reading. It wasn’t smut! Though it might as well be, not that he was going to admit that outload and prove the Hispanic right. ”It wouldn’t kill ya t’pick up ah book yourself ya know.” He grumbled back at him for the remark. It honestly surprised him when he told him who was going to die in the film, figuring that the Spaniard was one of those types that would make him wait to find it out for himself rather than spoil anything. When the girl next door and her love interest weren’t mentioned, he took it to mean that the pair would live to see the credits roll. Stood a good chance, at least. He wasn’t going to let himself think that a movie like this was going to have a happy-ish ending. Asking him about was another thing he wasn’t going to do. If his companion enjoyed the slasher flick so much, he wasn’t going to ruin the experience for him by talking through it. A leg was stretched out and draped over the other’s as he finished with getting comfortable and settled in to try to truly start paying attention to what was happening on screen. Virgil softly tsked when the douche was easily subdued by the killer. With such a shitty personality like that, he would’ve thought the guy would at least kind of known how to take a hit.
Despite his best efforts, Virgil found himself getting distracted by the sound of his man’s heartbeat. Far more interesting to listen to than some people cry and mourn. His lids began to drift closed as he was soothed by it although the muffled screaming had him blinking them open to see what was going. And what a ******** mistake that was. The wolf let out a loud huff to rid himself of the rush anxiety that came over him at the sight of the douche unknowingly being buried alive, which wouldn’t have bothered him if the mere thought of being in such a tight space with no way to escape didn’t freak him out.
By Bi Blitz
Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2018 4:56 am
Marcel snorted a bit in laughter at Virgil's remark and the Hispanic threw a grin Virgil's way. Oh he did not want to start with him "Oh really? Well if I ever decide to be classy about my porn and read it instead of watching, I'll be sure to ask you for suggestions" once again Marcel would bite back with yet another snarky remark. Maybe it was how enthused he was about the movie that was making him like this but right now he felt like he was on a roll right now. Once things settled the two watched the scenes play out on the screen. When the scene with the douches demise was shown Marcel didn't quite think much of it besides his comment about it being his favorite scene until he heard the loud huff come from the Werewolf beside him. Oh right. No doubt the scene would freak Virgil out a bit so when he buried his face into the Hispanic's chest Marcel simply gave a small smirk and gently held Virgil for the couple seconds he needed, rubbing circles to help ease any tension. He didn't judge the other man one bit for his reaction, Marcel had his own hangups as well with any kind of gunshot in movies or TV shows. It was becoming increasingly more difficult however due to how commonplace guns were becoming in media in general. It sucked quite a bit for him and if the Hispanic were being honest he would probably never completely get over it. Just like Virgil, the best he could do at least for now was to just try and work around it and cope. Of course the scene with the killer was also a good one in his opinion, just showing how fearless the killer truly was to be at the scene as his murder was taking place right there. He would blink in surprise when he felt his forehead be poked and it took Marcel a minute to realize what the older man was hinting at before rolling his eyes a bit. OK so he liked horror movies a bit too much! It wasn't like he'd ever go out and do those kinds of things! With that Marcel would chuckle a little bit as he felt Virgil relax against him as the movie progressed to the nerd walking into the Library where the only other person was an old woman behind the front desk. A first person POV of the killer stalking the nerd would appear as it would show him slowly walking up to the front desk where the old woman was rummaging through some books in the return bin before cutting forward in time to where the jock showed up where he'd say a quick hello to the old woman who had her back turned in a chair appearing to be reading a book. However as the jock left to meet up with the nerd the camera would pan around to reveal the old woman had her eyes gouged out and shoved into her mouth with her throat slashed wide open, a nasty sight although Marcel simply shook his head a bit "One problem I have with these all horror movies is that Hollywood forgets that blood has a distinct smell. And how much that was there? Even if they couldn't see it they would damn well smell it" that was a lesson that Marcel had quickly learned about when he was in war. He knew that it was just a movie and there had to be some suspension of disbelief but that didn't mean he wouldn't point it out. The Hispanic might love this movie to pieces but that didn't mean he couldn't nitpick it.
They would get the killer POV again as he moved in on the jock and nerd who were currently studying together, commenting on how the flirty girl should be joining them soon before cutting to clearly much later in the afternoon where said girl was jogging to the library. She'd jog in paying no attention to the corpse of the old woman who was now beginning to sag and a bit before looking around for the two men. The first signs of something wrong appeared when she saw the books that were once on the shelf now scattered on the floor as more chairs and tables flipped, clear signs of a struggle before she would give the signature scream of horror movies. The body of the nerd was discovered, his innards torn out of his body and strewn about the room. She'd back up, only for her to then find the dismembered body of the jock laying on top of a table in a messy pile. The message "Two down, three to go" written in blood however just as she turned to ran the flirty girl came face to face with the killer, his deranged smile on his face as he went to stab her. Surprisingly enough she dodged the swipe before running deeper into the library, looping the killer around before going back to the main area, the killer hot on her tail. She would hide behind one of the tables that were flipped over as the killer stopped for a moment and began to slowly stride through the area, searching for her. The flirty girl would then grab onto one of the pencils that were laying onto the ground and once the killer just stepped into view to see her she would stab the pencil into his leg, causing the killer to yowl in pain. This caused the Hispanic to chuckle "Killer can dish it out but not take it" it was different that the character written to be the sexy, flirty one would be the first character to get an actual blow on the killer. She would then pull out her cell phone and dial for nine one one as she ran out of the library to the semi busy street. As she spoke to the dispatcher she turned just in time to see the killer glaring at her before disappearing back into the library to make his escape.
Only a look of faux annoyance was given as Virgil busied himself with drinking more of his peach flavored moonshine, trying not to openly laugh at all the snark he’d been given. Clearly, there wasn’t going to be any winning a battle of wits with Marcel this time, the man was in some kind of zone. His attempts to help soothe him during the uncomfortable scene were deeply appreciated. Now it was over, the scarred man felt rather childish for letting his nerves get the better of him. Over something on the television no less. Though he didn’t dwell on it and instead focused on the library setting. It was a bit hard to do if he was being honest, finding it rather hard to concentrate on the scenes between the killings when it was just chatter. Marcel could tease him all he wanted about his so-called smutty stories, but at least it was there was never a dull moment in them! A slight chuckle escaped from him when they gave a better view of the old woman. Okay, he had to admit that was a pretty clever thing to add in if not unrealistic as no one seemed to take notice of her murder. He grunted in agreement with him. Death smelled in a lot of ways aside from blood, and the fact the jock and nerd appeared to be nose blind to it was an oversight on the writer’s part. They could have fixed it with the girl entering the building, but she was even more oblivious to all the gore around than the other two had been. Maybe the girl having some warning about the impending doom would have made it less scary or something dumb like that. ”Th’ guy sure does like t’make ah mess…” The big guy would lightly joke at the sight of the fourth and third victims’ bodies chopped up and spread out like the world’s most macabre x-mas decorations. When she stabbed her attacker with the pencil, he shook his head a bit. That was another thing that frustrated him with horror movies, why didn’t people aim for a vital place if there was a chance? Over an inch and a few higher, she would’ve hit an artery. Of course, that probably wasn’t common knowledge though there was one place there very much was. Hell, some wild animals even knew to attack the place. ”She shoulda stabbed him in th’ d**k. If you’re goin’ t’do it, might as well go for it.” Virgil wasn’t above hitting another man in that vulnerable spot if had no other opinion to take them out. This whole film could’ve been wrapped up if she had managed to slow him down more, but by the time the police arrived and searched the building the killer was already gone.
The scene faded to the remaining trio gathered at the girl-next-door’s house. He was somewhat surprised that after everything that had happened they weren’t under some sort of protection though it soon showed a police car parked outside the residence. With the officer inside it asleep behind the wheel. Go figure. Though their killer appeared to have it already covered as a black gloved hand slipped a balled up rag into the tailpipe of the running vehicle. Virgil pulled away from him to lean forward and set his empty cup on the table before he turned and laid down on his stomach across Marcel’s thighs. His head was rested on his folded arms and turned so he could keep watching, rolling his eyes as they teased at the hint of a nude scene with the flirty girl as she prepared the bath as if she could scrub off all the mental torment of the few days. Much like guns, it didn’t seem like movies could leave a glimpse of a woman’s skin out of it. He found himself actually getting interested in how she was going to die since everything was pretty creative so far.
The hair along the edge of his jaw and chin had k left though it still felt strange to have the rest of the stubble gone. Virgil smirked when he was called a jackass. It would have still amused him even if he had been serious about it.
