sheriffnorthman: <user site="" comm="twincapricorns"> (Eric - like a king on his throne)
[OOC: So I never planned the curse out past day one, so let's just say Eric's sacrifice failed to appeal to the City Deities and day two was just bad all around, shall we?]

If anyone so much as mentions my actions from the last two days I will personally see to it you no longer have the ability to speak. In any way.
sheriffnorthman: <user site="" comm="twincapricorns"> (Default)
[Eric is kneeling on the ground in a field somewhere, holding a small goat and a knife. The poor goat is bleating and and struggling to get away, but Eric won't let it go.]

Sookie Stackhouse, in honor of my love for you and in the hopes that you will get over Bill once and for all, and choose me instead, I have decided to sacrifice this goat to whichever City Deity will grant my wish.
sheriffnorthman: <user site="" comm="twincapricorns"> (Default)
Part 1: well into the morning

[He sounds very confused.]

Hm. It's daylight and I'm not getting the bleeds.

Part 2: a little later when Eric is hungry

[Oh dear, he sounds only more confused and then angry this time.]

Why am I craving animal blood? This makes no sense.

....Where the fuck are my fangs?

Part 3: after a while of trying to figure this out, he's made it to the surface and into the sunlight

[He's amazed he's not burning in the sun...but then he looks down at his hands and arms, and notices that he's sparkling like someone tossed glitter all over him.]

You have got to be joking.

[[OOC: I took the liberty of taking his fangs away too, since Twilight vamps don't have them and he's pretty much becoming one of them physically. Oh and instead of choosing to drink animal blood like in those books, he's just gonna automatically want it.]]
sheriffnorthman: <user site="" comm="twincapricorns"> (Eric - spider sense tingling - animated)
There's a small gnome following me. Considering the things that happen in this City, something like this usually wouldn't bother me, yet everywhere I turn it's there. I'm beginning to lose patience with it.

[Camera turns to view a harmless looking lawn gnome next to a bar stool not far from Eric.]

sheriffnorthman: <user site="" comm="twincapricorns"> (Eric - GQMF)
[The sun has set and Eric's out and about from wherever he took shelter from the sun that day. Since a couple of people mentioned the Underground and a bar called The Raven, Eric has decided he would check out the place and see about some breakfast.

He walks in, stops for a second and eyeballs the place, noticing the d├ęcor is a lot snazzier and high class than his own club. But then, Fangtasia is in Shreveport and there's only so much class the people around there can handle. He takes in all the patrons as he walks toward the bar. He wouldn't mind having a club here. His very own Fangtasia away from home, so to speak. Perhaps he should speak to the owner and get a feel for how business is run.

Eric leans against the bar counter, keeping an eye on the people mingling near him and waited, for either the bartender or anyone who caught his interest.]

[OOC: Anyone who is at The Raven and wants to interact with Eric is free to do so.]
sheriffnorthman: <user site="" comm="twincapricorns"> (Eric 8)
[He's on the phone with Pam, while he's flying to see the queen of Louisiana.]

--And I want you to keep an eye on a couple of vampires for me. You know the ones. They've gotten overexcited on multiple occasions and I won't have them damaging anymore of the human patrons. The cleanup alone isn't worth it. If they give you any trouble, you have my permission to correct that mistake as you see fit.

[There's static on the other end.]

Pam? [More static.]

[He notices the environment isn't New Orleans and he lands immediately. Nope definitely not New Orleans.]

Well. This is interesting.