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Emit: [EVENT] Comic-Con has taken over Caribou Coast just in time for the best day of the year! May 4th is celebrated by all sorts of people as 'Star Wars Day'. Down on the boardwalk the comic-con coordinators have set up an arena for people to duke it out using the iconic lightsaber! Will you fight for the Light or the Dark? Come choose your side and may the force be with you! ('join Keyton to get a summon and don't forget anyone who joins and meets RP point requirements will be entered into a raffle for a Lifer Digo!)
Host(s): Keyton
Participants: Bennett, Westley, marlboros
Host(s): Keyton
Participants: Bennett, Westley, marlboros
Logs
(20:10:38) Keyton. There were some [NPC] official looking people dressed up in full Jedi garb directing people down the boardwalk to an sectioned off area that held a small section of chairs around a square roped off 'arena'. There were two tables set up; one with 'lightsabers' that had red LED blades and the other table held blue LED blades. As if that wasn't obvious enough, the tables were labeled DARK SIDE and LIGHT SIDE respectively. There was a [NPC] man between the two tables taking sign ups for the matches and gaining signatures on quick liability forms. There would be no suing due to plastic flashy lightsabers thank you very much! In case anyone was curious, the forms were drafted by the not-so-happily transplanted lawyer Ericc, so don't go thinking there's gonna be any loopholes! The man would gather the forms and names as they came and than directing the participants to stand by for a run-down of the rules when everyone had signed up and was ready to go. To any who weren't participating, they could take a seat and watch the action from the comfort of some amazing metal fold out chairs. Somewhere among the crowd, Keyton was all dressed up minus the robe and with the addition of a blindfold. He seemed to be walking just fine though, so maybe he wasn't actually blinded? It would be hard to tell as he signed up and signed the waiver, reaching for one of the blue plastic sabres and pointing it into the crowd. "Whose going to take me on?" he'd call out to anyone nearby, flashing a challening grin as he spun the sabre once with a flick of the wrist. <<
(20:18:41) Westley. True to his word to Benny, Wes had shot his newly met friend a text when he was on the way. He swooped by his place, picked the man up, and drove them to the location on the ads. Of course, Wes couldn't help but disobey the laws a Little Bit to thrill Benny with the excitement of being on a bike. He made sure Benny held on tight and he made sure the man wore a helmet so of course he followed the right rules, okay? Following the directions he had checked up on, Wes brought to them to the venue with ease and parked his bike in the designated area. Once they were off and settled and all the things were done, it was off to finding the boardwalk and the battle area. Anything cool would be pointed out along the way ("Woah, check out that costume!") and eventually it was on to signing up and signing waivers and picking out his weapon. Wes, of course, picked up the Dark Side's Red and he winked at Benny. "Will you still cheer me on if I'm on the Dark Side?" He perked up at the call for a challenge and his grin grew. "Look at that, Benny Bee, I can be the first fighter and everything." Lifting his plastic weapon, he laughed, "I'll take you on!" There was Something familiar here, but Wes didn't dig too deep into the memory department. It probably wasn't that important.
(20:24:29) Bennett was definitely glad that he hadn't been stood up, that was for sure. So he was quick to perk up at the notification that Wes was coming, and was just shy of running to meet him when he said he was out front waiting for him. The second ride on the motorcycle was definitely just as fun as the first, and some part of him wanted to just lean back and let the wind blow through his hair-- but he didn't. His helmet was on and his arms were wrapped tight around Wes's waist as per instructions. When they arrived on the boardwalk it was to a lively crowd, and he couldn't help but just grin in response to Westley's question. "I suppose I'll have to, won't I?" he'd ask, laughing a little at the idea. Okay so yeah, he was fighting off a nerd aneurysm here, but that was neither here nor there. All he wanted to do right now was watch as Wes enjoyed himself. It wasn't much in the way of interacting, but he was amused nonetheless. "Good luck!" was all he said, calling to Wes as he hung back to enjoy the show
(20:32:19) Keyton was in fact blind, so he couldn't see Westley in order to recognizing him as being the bunny thief from the Easter fundraiser. If he had recognized him he...probably would've done nothing to be honest. He wasn't going to cause a scene and besides...had he just accepted the challenge? Excellent. "Sure; you're even at an advantage." though he wouldn't elaborate. The vampire was essentially blind, but he could use enough of his blood magic to at least make out where people were and figure out how they were moving. Hopefully it would be enough to not get his shit wrecked. "Say you want to make it more interesting? Loser takes a dive off the docks?" he couldn't help but add some spice to the fight as he stood near the center of the make-shift arena and waited on Westley to step in. Bennett's call of good luck had the doctor looking in his direction, the voice familiar but not quite enough to spark memory. "Say you don't happen to visit the hospital a lot do you?" he called out in curiosity to Bennett before rolling shoulders back and shifting feet slightly apart. Were he not blind he might have recognized Bennett as being a long-term patient, but alas; he was not able to actually see the man. <<
(21:43:25) Westley was so, so tempted to look for a good luck kiss because he was an absolute noodle like that, but he settled for the well wishing with a broad smile. "Maybe after I can battle you. I promise I'll be gentle." His wink was playful and his smile matched. Of course, moving to face his 'challenge' had the wheels of recognition turning. Oh, there was something recognizable to find here, he just wasn't sure. He just lifted his plastic weapon of death while he grinned. "How does this work?" And, of course, with that wager, he just grinned, "Sounds like a deal to me!" Of course he was going to try to win but he wasn't a pussy bitch he'd go in that water. He entered the arena on his side and took up a stance-- probably hilarious, but he was a goof. Then, with a wild grin, he took his charging attack! He didn't go shouting or anything silly like that. That was rule number one. Don't announce your attacks before you do them!
(21:51:51) Bennett froze a little at the sound of Keyton's voice, but didn't really react much more than that. It wasn't really something he wanted to be passed around, considering the circumstances, but he wasn't about to lie either. So instead, he ended up shrugging (despite the fact that Keyton hadn't seen him) and said, "Once or twice, yeah." Which was more like quite a few times over the years he had been at OMU. Not ever for anything terrible-- just routine checkups to look for those dangerous little time bombs that were waiting for him in his lungs and liver. Really, though, he just didn't want the whole world to know-- people often treated him differently. Thankfully, Wes didn't hear much about that, which meant that he could laugh and grin his way as he stepped up to the plate. "I'm good, thanks though!" he'd say in response. Honestly, the last thing he really wanted to do was get hit with a plastic sword-- but it was still fun to watch.
(21:57:58) Keyton grinned as Westley took him up on the bet. It made things more fun if someone was going to be getting soaking wet at the end of it all. At question of how it works the man shrugged; "Try to hit me with the stick of death and I'll do the same. You can dodge right?" he was being a bit cocky despite his physical drawback. The lack of sight wasn't going to do him in favors, but he wasn't going to go down so easily! Drawing on his magic he sensed Westley's charge just enough to lift his own saber up to deflect the wild attack and take a step back. Blinded as he was he could only take a swing in Westley's general direction; hoping he managed to catch the man on the arm or something. Bennett's call out had him nodding. "You sound familiar is all." he'd let the topic die there though, sensing the man wasn't exactly keen to talk about it. Maybe another time they could have a more in depth conversation; after Keyton figured out how to cure the curse currently blinding him. Than he'd be able to put a face to the name and probably recognize Bennett as one of the long-term patients. He wasn't going to think more on it though, instead trying to focus his energy and magic on Westley to hopefully not get whacked in the face with the glowing stick! <<
(22:08:53) Westley. While the question was something curious, it was pretty easy to just kind of brush it off. Benny did... something schoolwise. He probably helped or volunteered or anything like that. There were no red flags, really, for him to take notice of. He listened to the rules and nodded with a verbal, "Got it. Swing the stick, don't get hit, dodge, sounds easy enough." Though Benny passed it off as being alright, Wes just grinned. "Maybe next time." He'd let him slide-- no need to go pushing someone if they really didn't want to and all that, right? So, when it came to the 'battle', he was a little miffed at being blocked so easily but he didn't really let it dull his fun. The blindfold was probably just a prop or something that could be seen through. He managed to block the swing that came his way to some degree-- but it still managed to smack him regardless. Had he been slower he would have been hit much, much harder. Trying to take (an expected) advantage on the 'blinded' man, Wes made an attempt on swinging at Key's back in an attempt to catch him in an unguarded place.
(22:10:06) marlboros was stoned as fuck and he was dragging around enough evidence to make it painfully obvious: his heavy, drooping eyelids -- barely managing to hide the pink that flooded his scleras -- and the way he kept pausing to process the simplest of bullshit while he stared on with the reddened, glassy gaze of a dead fish. Someone could ask him what "2 + 2" was, and he would have to stop, mull it over, mull it over backwards, and then mull it over again to the point where it became over-processed and the number "2" was just completely lost in the depths of his baked thought process. And then he would blink long and slow, a cat-like motion, before mumbling out, "Four," and then continuing on with his life. So-- stoned walks were nice. Jamison found himself roaming his new home, which was a hell of a lot better than fuckin' Texas 'cause he didn't have to douse himself in half a can of Ozium before heading out. (He did today, though, just outta habit.) He found himself on the boardwalk, and...what the fuck. ..Ah, shit, it was a whole fuckin' congregation, huh? Well, amen, hallelujah. Was this one'a those..geek fests? Some Star Wars shit? Star Trek? Trek Wars? Fuckin', whatever, but that good ass weed that had seeped into his brain made it a lot more entertaining than it should have been. Jamison found his sluggish gaze being dragged along by each swing of the fuckin'..sword things, staring at into the depths of their colors until he practically drowned in them. What the fuck, y'all. He was too fucking enthralled to not figure out more about this geek shit, so he found himself walking on over like he owned the damn..Star-Fleet-Death-Star-Vader. (e)
(22:23:40) Keyton; sadly was not just wearing a prop. He would've preferred that to be the case but he really was blinder than a bat. It showed in the way he was swinging pretty awkwardly to Westley without any real target. He felt the plastic connect with the man but it wasn't anything to write home about. He tried to draw back and make another attack but instead he stumbled...right into Westley. At least it saved him from being hit by the plastic saber! But it didnt do much for helping him in returning any sort of attack. He quickly tried to turn around, take a step back and than lunge forward with the plastic shiny stick of doom in order to catch Westley off guard! The appearance of Jamison wasn't entirely unnoticed; but he was pretty focused on the fight and not to mention..blind. He shouldn't be able to see the man at all and he wasn't about to indicate he was using magic to someone who smelled of drugs as much as that man did. He wondered just what sort of shit the man was going through in order to need to be that doped out. Ah well; not his problem. He was trying to win so that he didn't have to take a dive off the docks! <<
(22:26:29) Bennett seemed to realize that Keyton was blind ...very belatedly. In that, he didn't seem to notice until he said he "sounded" familiar, as opposed to "looked" familiar. It was an odd experience, watching him from that point forward. Some part of him - for a brief moment in time - almost considered believing that the force was real. How else was Keyton able to dance around the boardwalk like that, dodging Wes's attacks with ease. He pretty much just frowned at the idea of either one of them jumping into the cold harbor water, but didn't say anything on the contrary-- they could do what they liked. He was distracted, a moment later, by the wafting smell of skunk which pretty much just signaled the presence of someone high off of their ass. This was Washington, though, so it wasn't uncommon. Either way, Benny didn't feel an overly pressing need to try and have a conversation with him-- it wasn't like it would go anywhere.
(22:31:36) Westley. Completely invested in his 'battle', Wes didn't notice the new arrival since he was kind of focusing on the fact he couldn't land a hit to save his life against a 'blind' man. Here he was trying to show off and so far the chances of him taking a dip in the cold water was higher and higher with each failed swing and subsequent strike against him. He didn't even know the rules of how many hits he could take before he lost but this was already Too Many Of Them. His focus, of course, was distracted by actually getting stumbled into which-- maybe he wasn't faking the blind thing?? Or was he really blindfolded? It was so confusing and honestly a little frustrating when he realized he was losing to someone who was just getting really, really lucky. In fact, he felt absolutely shocked when he finally managed to actually block something well. Focused on trying to turn the tide, Wes just took another strike out at Key's legs in hopes that maybe he could earn some Benny cheers instead of failing again.
(22:44:38) marlboros would'a been fuckin' shocked if someone brought up that he was dragging around the smell of good ass weed, considering the fact he fuckin' bathed in Ozium before stepping out, but..oh, well, it's not like no one knew he was a stoner. Regardless of whether or not his little habit was obvious, he stopped once he was a little closer to this geek brawl, raising his eyebrows in awe as he tried to keep up with the neon battle in front of him. "..Is this, uhh..." His voice trailed off as he just blankly looked past them for a moment, gaze glassy and lost. The gears in his brain turned slowly, sluggishly -- "..Star Wars, yeah, fuckin' that thing. This it?" That was the most coherent statement in the world. (e)
(22:50:49) Keyton almost felt bad that Bennett was going to be the one probably dealing with Jamison at first. There was a decent crowd of course, but they were fully invested in the fight. Much like Benny, many were starting to wonder if the force really did exist! Keyton wasn't faking the whole being blind thing and that would be obvious with Westley's next attack. Instead of being able to dodge he took the hit squarely on the shins...and then proceeded to stumble forward. The weapon was dropped as he immediately pressed his hands infront of him to try to catch his fall. Only instead of the ground, his palms met with Westley's chest and the momentum propelled them both foward. It was fairly obvious what was about to happen as he felt his feet slip from under him and gravity did all the work from there. Whoever had the bright idea to set this up so close to the docks edge was probably going to get a stern talking too, because both Westley and Key were about to go falling right off. With a loud splash the two kereened into the water and the vampire would attempt to untangle himself from the other man enough to push himself to the surface. Hopefully Westley was a good swimmer right? As for Jamison; Keyton was a vampire and drugs didn't leave your blood, but that was neither here nor there. The [NPC] male that was manning the tables earlier heard the call and waved in Jamison's direction. "Sure is, you want to fight? You uh...sure you can handle that? There's a waiver and everything." he wasn't sure the man was sober enough to sign one of those acutally. Than again he wasn't paid enough to care...in fact, he wasn't paid at all! <<
(22:57:20) Bennett didn't ignore Jamison on purpose, so it was a good thing that someone was quick to speak up towards him. He was just focused on the fight, which was a good thing because it quickly seemed to ...go to shit. Benny was honestly a little surprised - and a lot worried - when he watched Westley and Keyton go flailing over the edge. Mostly because Keyton was blind and he really didn't know enough about either one of them to be certain that they could swim. Which was, you know, honestly something of great concern. Hence why he rushed to the edge of the dock that Keyton and Wes had careened off of and knelt on his hands and knees to get as close as possible to help anyone that, you know, might have needed it. It was a good thing this had been Wes's idea, otherwise, Benny would have been feeling mighty guilty!
(23:00:02) Westley, of course, wasn't ready to catch his balance when Keyton stumbled again. This time, there was enough force and weight that it had Wes tumbling back-- but instead of more boardwalk, it was open air toward open water. He had a split seconds to yelp, "I can't--" and then he was in the water. With some luck, some low tide, and more fucking luck when it came to being tangled up with Keyton in the fall, Wes found he could touch the bottom if he stood on the tips of his toes. His heart hammered and it took every ounce of his brain not to panic and freeze up. Taking the bet hadn't come with a 'what if I lose' scenario for someone who didn't know how to swim! Definitely not a good swimmer. Bad swimmer. Poor swimmer. I can't swim-swimmer. Scrabbling for some way to climb up out of the water-- and, there he was, Benny his savior! He just took the help and swallowed down on the bile of panic. "F-fuck! It's so c-cold!" Yea, Wes. He looked around for Keyton but he definitely aimed to pull himself out of the water ASAP. "T-thanks, Bee. Is h-he out?" He twisted a bit to figure out where Keyton had gotten to.
(23:28:22) marlboros' eyes widened as he processed the fact that those two just went right into the fuckin' water; his brain scrambled to catch up, tripped over its own two legs as it ran in over time, but once it landed there he took a step closer, peering out over the edge of the dock to see if he needed to get all lifeguard on these motherfuckers, but it looked like the situation was under control? ..Probably? Truth be told, Jamison couldn't fuckin' tell you what a controlled situation even looked like because his life was twenty-one years worth of wreck after wreck, but the two hadn't drowned, so no need to dive in. He'd probably make it worse, really. Some unfamiliar voice in the background faded and morphed into the other sounds around him, but once it seeped into Jamison's thought process, it finally developed enough of an edge for it to stand out and make Jamison realize someone was talking to him; he turned around, his face settling from the small shot of panic he felt earlier and returning back to its casual, somehow-constantly-smug look. He reached up to scratch the back of his head, drawling out his response as he did so: "Nah, stranger," He said, "'m good, just curious." (e)
(23:37:51) Keyton really shouldn't of been trying to whack people with sticks when he was blind! Ollie would surely be giving him a stern talking to when he tells the story to his boyfriend later. It isn't like it would be the first time the fiery young man laid into the vampire though, so it was almost a welcome interaction at this point. The cold water meeting flesh was sobering, something he didn't often experience but thanks to the curse he was feeling all sorts of things he never did before. Cold was one of those, but at least he wasn't flailing around like Westley was. He also thankfully didn't need to breathe, so he managed to break the surface of the water without his brain freaking him out that he was going to drown and die. Kinda hard to die when you were already dead and all that after all. He pushed himself to the edge of the docks and blindly reached up; hoping to grasp onto something that wasn't a person. Thankfully for him, two of the workers were there to help him up and out of the water. As soon as he hit the docks, he was on his back and 'breathing', coughing some water up and groaning. "You alright?" he was asking blindly, hoping Westley was still around. "Uh...does that mean we tied? Sorry about that." he pushed himself up into a sitted position. He was entirely unaware of Jamison's rush to attempt to help, but at the sound of the voice he turned head to look in his direction. "You sure? Its bound to be fun...you'll avoid the water. Maybe." after all his opponent probably wouldn't be blind right? Without any other fighters it seemed the event was going to wrap up though, a few matches having been played out in other spots along the docks. The results were announced shortly after; apparently it being a tie. Meaning everyone got some prize money! Keyton declined his, but Westley would be offered the prize money as well.
(23:41:26) Bennett was glad that he was so quick to react, because honestly if he hadn't then who knows what would have happened! He was quick to pull Wes out, and despite the chattering teeth it was good to see that he was no more worse for wear than he had been when he went in the water. After turning to watch as Keyton was helped out - just in case - he would turn his attention back to Wes and reach out a pair of gentle hands to frame his face gently. "You're an idiot," he'd say simply enough, though there was a warmth to his tone which implied that he didn't really think that at all. Instead of saying anything else, he just slipped off his own jacket - leaving him in a t-shirt - and wrapped it around Wes's shoulders despite the fact that it was probably too small. Ah well. It would be the thought that counted where that was concerned. Either way, he was more than content enough to kneel in front of Wes and wait for him to get his bearings.
(23:43:56) Westley just shook and shivered and did all the things a properly chilled person did fresh out of freezin water. He heard that question from Keyton and he just answered, "Lungs work. M'good." The gentle, warm hands on his face were welcome and he leaned into them with a smile. "B-but I'm a cute idiot?" He just accepted the warmth Benny had to offer with his jacket. "M-m'ready for warmth now." It didn't matter where, but he accepted the prize money and sought the promise of warm towels and a change of clothes.
(23:56:33) marlboros. Well. That was enough of this..weird geek shit today. The shit you find when you're stoned. Jamison just shrugged off any attempts to persuade him into trying some fancy sword fighting. "'m good, really," He insisted, throwing in a friendly, charming smile as he did so. "Just stoppin' in to see if I was losin' my fucking mind when I saw this shit. But I'll get outta your way." And, with that, he started back towards the way he came from. Jamison turned and looked over his shoulder one last time before completely walking away: "Don't fuckin' drown, y'all." (exit)
(23:57:22) Keyton finally pushed himself up into a standing position and shifted away from the edge of the docks so he didn't go taking a tumble again. "You good to take care of him? I am sorry again...I actually am ah...blind." for now anyway. A sheepish smile appeared on his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I probably shouldn't of risked it, maybe I was believing a little too much in the 'force'" he qouted with a laugh before shaking his head. "I should get going myself. Tell your friend there it was fun and we should rematch." he was teasing of course, he was sure after this second encounter Westley would be steering clear from the vampire at all costs. "I'll try not to." he reassured Jamison. With a final wave to everyone and a thanks offered to the volunteers he was making his way down the docks, somehow managing to walk without a guide even though he was in fact blind. Strange. At least he wasn't driving right, his phone already pulled out as he phoned up a ride. [Exit]
(00:00:34) Bennett just chuckled at Wes's remark, but was already pulling out his phone to order them an Uber by the time he was complaining about wanting to be somewhere warmer. Benny only ruffled his hair a little and nodded towards Keyton with a smile that he couldn't see. "I'm sure he'll want a rematch when he's dry and warm," he said with a little more certainty than he really felt. He had seen the look of panic on Wes's face when he fell in the water and it didn't sit well with him. Still, he'd be quick to add, "Thanks." Before helping Wes upright and walking him to the curb to await their ride. Yolo.
(20:10:38) Keyton. There were some [NPC] official looking people dressed up in full Jedi garb directing people down the boardwalk to an sectioned off area that held a small section of chairs around a square roped off 'arena'. There were two tables set up; one with 'lightsabers' that had red LED blades and the other table held blue LED blades. As if that wasn't obvious enough, the tables were labeled DARK SIDE and LIGHT SIDE respectively. There was a [NPC] man between the two tables taking sign ups for the matches and gaining signatures on quick liability forms. There would be no suing due to plastic flashy lightsabers thank you very much! In case anyone was curious, the forms were drafted by the not-so-happily transplanted lawyer Ericc, so don't go thinking there's gonna be any loopholes! The man would gather the forms and names as they came and than directing the participants to stand by for a run-down of the rules when everyone had signed up and was ready to go. To any who weren't participating, they could take a seat and watch the action from the comfort of some amazing metal fold out chairs. Somewhere among the crowd, Keyton was all dressed up minus the robe and with the addition of a blindfold. He seemed to be walking just fine though, so maybe he wasn't actually blinded? It would be hard to tell as he signed up and signed the waiver, reaching for one of the blue plastic sabres and pointing it into the crowd. "Whose going to take me on?" he'd call out to anyone nearby, flashing a challening grin as he spun the sabre once with a flick of the wrist. <<
(20:18:41) Westley. True to his word to Benny, Wes had shot his newly met friend a text when he was on the way. He swooped by his place, picked the man up, and drove them to the location on the ads. Of course, Wes couldn't help but disobey the laws a Little Bit to thrill Benny with the excitement of being on a bike. He made sure Benny held on tight and he made sure the man wore a helmet so of course he followed the right rules, okay? Following the directions he had checked up on, Wes brought to them to the venue with ease and parked his bike in the designated area. Once they were off and settled and all the things were done, it was off to finding the boardwalk and the battle area. Anything cool would be pointed out along the way ("Woah, check out that costume!") and eventually it was on to signing up and signing waivers and picking out his weapon. Wes, of course, picked up the Dark Side's Red and he winked at Benny. "Will you still cheer me on if I'm on the Dark Side?" He perked up at the call for a challenge and his grin grew. "Look at that, Benny Bee, I can be the first fighter and everything." Lifting his plastic weapon, he laughed, "I'll take you on!" There was Something familiar here, but Wes didn't dig too deep into the memory department. It probably wasn't that important.
(20:24:29) Bennett was definitely glad that he hadn't been stood up, that was for sure. So he was quick to perk up at the notification that Wes was coming, and was just shy of running to meet him when he said he was out front waiting for him. The second ride on the motorcycle was definitely just as fun as the first, and some part of him wanted to just lean back and let the wind blow through his hair-- but he didn't. His helmet was on and his arms were wrapped tight around Wes's waist as per instructions. When they arrived on the boardwalk it was to a lively crowd, and he couldn't help but just grin in response to Westley's question. "I suppose I'll have to, won't I?" he'd ask, laughing a little at the idea. Okay so yeah, he was fighting off a nerd aneurysm here, but that was neither here nor there. All he wanted to do right now was watch as Wes enjoyed himself. It wasn't much in the way of interacting, but he was amused nonetheless. "Good luck!" was all he said, calling to Wes as he hung back to enjoy the show
(20:32:19) Keyton was in fact blind, so he couldn't see Westley in order to recognizing him as being the bunny thief from the Easter fundraiser. If he had recognized him he...probably would've done nothing to be honest. He wasn't going to cause a scene and besides...had he just accepted the challenge? Excellent. "Sure; you're even at an advantage." though he wouldn't elaborate. The vampire was essentially blind, but he could use enough of his blood magic to at least make out where people were and figure out how they were moving. Hopefully it would be enough to not get his shit wrecked. "Say you want to make it more interesting? Loser takes a dive off the docks?" he couldn't help but add some spice to the fight as he stood near the center of the make-shift arena and waited on Westley to step in. Bennett's call of good luck had the doctor looking in his direction, the voice familiar but not quite enough to spark memory. "Say you don't happen to visit the hospital a lot do you?" he called out in curiosity to Bennett before rolling shoulders back and shifting feet slightly apart. Were he not blind he might have recognized Bennett as being a long-term patient, but alas; he was not able to actually see the man. <<
(21:43:25) Westley was so, so tempted to look for a good luck kiss because he was an absolute noodle like that, but he settled for the well wishing with a broad smile. "Maybe after I can battle you. I promise I'll be gentle." His wink was playful and his smile matched. Of course, moving to face his 'challenge' had the wheels of recognition turning. Oh, there was something recognizable to find here, he just wasn't sure. He just lifted his plastic weapon of death while he grinned. "How does this work?" And, of course, with that wager, he just grinned, "Sounds like a deal to me!" Of course he was going to try to win but he wasn't a pussy bitch he'd go in that water. He entered the arena on his side and took up a stance-- probably hilarious, but he was a goof. Then, with a wild grin, he took his charging attack! He didn't go shouting or anything silly like that. That was rule number one. Don't announce your attacks before you do them!
(21:51:51) Bennett froze a little at the sound of Keyton's voice, but didn't really react much more than that. It wasn't really something he wanted to be passed around, considering the circumstances, but he wasn't about to lie either. So instead, he ended up shrugging (despite the fact that Keyton hadn't seen him) and said, "Once or twice, yeah." Which was more like quite a few times over the years he had been at OMU. Not ever for anything terrible-- just routine checkups to look for those dangerous little time bombs that were waiting for him in his lungs and liver. Really, though, he just didn't want the whole world to know-- people often treated him differently. Thankfully, Wes didn't hear much about that, which meant that he could laugh and grin his way as he stepped up to the plate. "I'm good, thanks though!" he'd say in response. Honestly, the last thing he really wanted to do was get hit with a plastic sword-- but it was still fun to watch.
(21:57:58) Keyton grinned as Westley took him up on the bet. It made things more fun if someone was going to be getting soaking wet at the end of it all. At question of how it works the man shrugged; "Try to hit me with the stick of death and I'll do the same. You can dodge right?" he was being a bit cocky despite his physical drawback. The lack of sight wasn't going to do him in favors, but he wasn't going to go down so easily! Drawing on his magic he sensed Westley's charge just enough to lift his own saber up to deflect the wild attack and take a step back. Blinded as he was he could only take a swing in Westley's general direction; hoping he managed to catch the man on the arm or something. Bennett's call out had him nodding. "You sound familiar is all." he'd let the topic die there though, sensing the man wasn't exactly keen to talk about it. Maybe another time they could have a more in depth conversation; after Keyton figured out how to cure the curse currently blinding him. Than he'd be able to put a face to the name and probably recognize Bennett as one of the long-term patients. He wasn't going to think more on it though, instead trying to focus his energy and magic on Westley to hopefully not get whacked in the face with the glowing stick! <<
(22:08:53) Westley. While the question was something curious, it was pretty easy to just kind of brush it off. Benny did... something schoolwise. He probably helped or volunteered or anything like that. There were no red flags, really, for him to take notice of. He listened to the rules and nodded with a verbal, "Got it. Swing the stick, don't get hit, dodge, sounds easy enough." Though Benny passed it off as being alright, Wes just grinned. "Maybe next time." He'd let him slide-- no need to go pushing someone if they really didn't want to and all that, right? So, when it came to the 'battle', he was a little miffed at being blocked so easily but he didn't really let it dull his fun. The blindfold was probably just a prop or something that could be seen through. He managed to block the swing that came his way to some degree-- but it still managed to smack him regardless. Had he been slower he would have been hit much, much harder. Trying to take (an expected) advantage on the 'blinded' man, Wes made an attempt on swinging at Key's back in an attempt to catch him in an unguarded place.
(22:10:06) marlboros was stoned as fuck and he was dragging around enough evidence to make it painfully obvious: his heavy, drooping eyelids -- barely managing to hide the pink that flooded his scleras -- and the way he kept pausing to process the simplest of bullshit while he stared on with the reddened, glassy gaze of a dead fish. Someone could ask him what "2 + 2" was, and he would have to stop, mull it over, mull it over backwards, and then mull it over again to the point where it became over-processed and the number "2" was just completely lost in the depths of his baked thought process. And then he would blink long and slow, a cat-like motion, before mumbling out, "Four," and then continuing on with his life. So-- stoned walks were nice. Jamison found himself roaming his new home, which was a hell of a lot better than fuckin' Texas 'cause he didn't have to douse himself in half a can of Ozium before heading out. (He did today, though, just outta habit.) He found himself on the boardwalk, and...what the fuck. ..Ah, shit, it was a whole fuckin' congregation, huh? Well, amen, hallelujah. Was this one'a those..geek fests? Some Star Wars shit? Star Trek? Trek Wars? Fuckin', whatever, but that good ass weed that had seeped into his brain made it a lot more entertaining than it should have been. Jamison found his sluggish gaze being dragged along by each swing of the fuckin'..sword things, staring at into the depths of their colors until he practically drowned in them. What the fuck, y'all. He was too fucking enthralled to not figure out more about this geek shit, so he found himself walking on over like he owned the damn..Star-Fleet-Death-Star-Vader. (e)
(22:23:40) Keyton; sadly was not just wearing a prop. He would've preferred that to be the case but he really was blinder than a bat. It showed in the way he was swinging pretty awkwardly to Westley without any real target. He felt the plastic connect with the man but it wasn't anything to write home about. He tried to draw back and make another attack but instead he stumbled...right into Westley. At least it saved him from being hit by the plastic saber! But it didnt do much for helping him in returning any sort of attack. He quickly tried to turn around, take a step back and than lunge forward with the plastic shiny stick of doom in order to catch Westley off guard! The appearance of Jamison wasn't entirely unnoticed; but he was pretty focused on the fight and not to mention..blind. He shouldn't be able to see the man at all and he wasn't about to indicate he was using magic to someone who smelled of drugs as much as that man did. He wondered just what sort of shit the man was going through in order to need to be that doped out. Ah well; not his problem. He was trying to win so that he didn't have to take a dive off the docks! <<
(22:26:29) Bennett seemed to realize that Keyton was blind ...very belatedly. In that, he didn't seem to notice until he said he "sounded" familiar, as opposed to "looked" familiar. It was an odd experience, watching him from that point forward. Some part of him - for a brief moment in time - almost considered believing that the force was real. How else was Keyton able to dance around the boardwalk like that, dodging Wes's attacks with ease. He pretty much just frowned at the idea of either one of them jumping into the cold harbor water, but didn't say anything on the contrary-- they could do what they liked. He was distracted, a moment later, by the wafting smell of skunk which pretty much just signaled the presence of someone high off of their ass. This was Washington, though, so it wasn't uncommon. Either way, Benny didn't feel an overly pressing need to try and have a conversation with him-- it wasn't like it would go anywhere.
(22:31:36) Westley. Completely invested in his 'battle', Wes didn't notice the new arrival since he was kind of focusing on the fact he couldn't land a hit to save his life against a 'blind' man. Here he was trying to show off and so far the chances of him taking a dip in the cold water was higher and higher with each failed swing and subsequent strike against him. He didn't even know the rules of how many hits he could take before he lost but this was already Too Many Of Them. His focus, of course, was distracted by actually getting stumbled into which-- maybe he wasn't faking the blind thing?? Or was he really blindfolded? It was so confusing and honestly a little frustrating when he realized he was losing to someone who was just getting really, really lucky. In fact, he felt absolutely shocked when he finally managed to actually block something well. Focused on trying to turn the tide, Wes just took another strike out at Key's legs in hopes that maybe he could earn some Benny cheers instead of failing again.
(22:44:38) marlboros would'a been fuckin' shocked if someone brought up that he was dragging around the smell of good ass weed, considering the fact he fuckin' bathed in Ozium before stepping out, but..oh, well, it's not like no one knew he was a stoner. Regardless of whether or not his little habit was obvious, he stopped once he was a little closer to this geek brawl, raising his eyebrows in awe as he tried to keep up with the neon battle in front of him. "..Is this, uhh..." His voice trailed off as he just blankly looked past them for a moment, gaze glassy and lost. The gears in his brain turned slowly, sluggishly -- "..Star Wars, yeah, fuckin' that thing. This it?" That was the most coherent statement in the world. (e)
(22:50:49) Keyton almost felt bad that Bennett was going to be the one probably dealing with Jamison at first. There was a decent crowd of course, but they were fully invested in the fight. Much like Benny, many were starting to wonder if the force really did exist! Keyton wasn't faking the whole being blind thing and that would be obvious with Westley's next attack. Instead of being able to dodge he took the hit squarely on the shins...and then proceeded to stumble forward. The weapon was dropped as he immediately pressed his hands infront of him to try to catch his fall. Only instead of the ground, his palms met with Westley's chest and the momentum propelled them both foward. It was fairly obvious what was about to happen as he felt his feet slip from under him and gravity did all the work from there. Whoever had the bright idea to set this up so close to the docks edge was probably going to get a stern talking too, because both Westley and Key were about to go falling right off. With a loud splash the two kereened into the water and the vampire would attempt to untangle himself from the other man enough to push himself to the surface. Hopefully Westley was a good swimmer right? As for Jamison; Keyton was a vampire and drugs didn't leave your blood, but that was neither here nor there. The [NPC] male that was manning the tables earlier heard the call and waved in Jamison's direction. "Sure is, you want to fight? You uh...sure you can handle that? There's a waiver and everything." he wasn't sure the man was sober enough to sign one of those acutally. Than again he wasn't paid enough to care...in fact, he wasn't paid at all! <<
(22:57:20) Bennett didn't ignore Jamison on purpose, so it was a good thing that someone was quick to speak up towards him. He was just focused on the fight, which was a good thing because it quickly seemed to ...go to shit. Benny was honestly a little surprised - and a lot worried - when he watched Westley and Keyton go flailing over the edge. Mostly because Keyton was blind and he really didn't know enough about either one of them to be certain that they could swim. Which was, you know, honestly something of great concern. Hence why he rushed to the edge of the dock that Keyton and Wes had careened off of and knelt on his hands and knees to get as close as possible to help anyone that, you know, might have needed it. It was a good thing this had been Wes's idea, otherwise, Benny would have been feeling mighty guilty!
(23:00:02) Westley, of course, wasn't ready to catch his balance when Keyton stumbled again. This time, there was enough force and weight that it had Wes tumbling back-- but instead of more boardwalk, it was open air toward open water. He had a split seconds to yelp, "I can't--" and then he was in the water. With some luck, some low tide, and more fucking luck when it came to being tangled up with Keyton in the fall, Wes found he could touch the bottom if he stood on the tips of his toes. His heart hammered and it took every ounce of his brain not to panic and freeze up. Taking the bet hadn't come with a 'what if I lose' scenario for someone who didn't know how to swim! Definitely not a good swimmer. Bad swimmer. Poor swimmer. I can't swim-swimmer. Scrabbling for some way to climb up out of the water-- and, there he was, Benny his savior! He just took the help and swallowed down on the bile of panic. "F-fuck! It's so c-cold!" Yea, Wes. He looked around for Keyton but he definitely aimed to pull himself out of the water ASAP. "T-thanks, Bee. Is h-he out?" He twisted a bit to figure out where Keyton had gotten to.
(23:28:22) marlboros' eyes widened as he processed the fact that those two just went right into the fuckin' water; his brain scrambled to catch up, tripped over its own two legs as it ran in over time, but once it landed there he took a step closer, peering out over the edge of the dock to see if he needed to get all lifeguard on these motherfuckers, but it looked like the situation was under control? ..Probably? Truth be told, Jamison couldn't fuckin' tell you what a controlled situation even looked like because his life was twenty-one years worth of wreck after wreck, but the two hadn't drowned, so no need to dive in. He'd probably make it worse, really. Some unfamiliar voice in the background faded and morphed into the other sounds around him, but once it seeped into Jamison's thought process, it finally developed enough of an edge for it to stand out and make Jamison realize someone was talking to him; he turned around, his face settling from the small shot of panic he felt earlier and returning back to its casual, somehow-constantly-smug look. He reached up to scratch the back of his head, drawling out his response as he did so: "Nah, stranger," He said, "'m good, just curious." (e)
(23:37:51) Keyton really shouldn't of been trying to whack people with sticks when he was blind! Ollie would surely be giving him a stern talking to when he tells the story to his boyfriend later. It isn't like it would be the first time the fiery young man laid into the vampire though, so it was almost a welcome interaction at this point. The cold water meeting flesh was sobering, something he didn't often experience but thanks to the curse he was feeling all sorts of things he never did before. Cold was one of those, but at least he wasn't flailing around like Westley was. He also thankfully didn't need to breathe, so he managed to break the surface of the water without his brain freaking him out that he was going to drown and die. Kinda hard to die when you were already dead and all that after all. He pushed himself to the edge of the docks and blindly reached up; hoping to grasp onto something that wasn't a person. Thankfully for him, two of the workers were there to help him up and out of the water. As soon as he hit the docks, he was on his back and 'breathing', coughing some water up and groaning. "You alright?" he was asking blindly, hoping Westley was still around. "Uh...does that mean we tied? Sorry about that." he pushed himself up into a sitted position. He was entirely unaware of Jamison's rush to attempt to help, but at the sound of the voice he turned head to look in his direction. "You sure? Its bound to be fun...you'll avoid the water. Maybe." after all his opponent probably wouldn't be blind right? Without any other fighters it seemed the event was going to wrap up though, a few matches having been played out in other spots along the docks. The results were announced shortly after; apparently it being a tie. Meaning everyone got some prize money! Keyton declined his, but Westley would be offered the prize money as well.
(23:41:26) Bennett was glad that he was so quick to react, because honestly if he hadn't then who knows what would have happened! He was quick to pull Wes out, and despite the chattering teeth it was good to see that he was no more worse for wear than he had been when he went in the water. After turning to watch as Keyton was helped out - just in case - he would turn his attention back to Wes and reach out a pair of gentle hands to frame his face gently. "You're an idiot," he'd say simply enough, though there was a warmth to his tone which implied that he didn't really think that at all. Instead of saying anything else, he just slipped off his own jacket - leaving him in a t-shirt - and wrapped it around Wes's shoulders despite the fact that it was probably too small. Ah well. It would be the thought that counted where that was concerned. Either way, he was more than content enough to kneel in front of Wes and wait for him to get his bearings.
(23:43:56) Westley just shook and shivered and did all the things a properly chilled person did fresh out of freezin water. He heard that question from Keyton and he just answered, "Lungs work. M'good." The gentle, warm hands on his face were welcome and he leaned into them with a smile. "B-but I'm a cute idiot?" He just accepted the warmth Benny had to offer with his jacket. "M-m'ready for warmth now." It didn't matter where, but he accepted the prize money and sought the promise of warm towels and a change of clothes.
(23:56:33) marlboros. Well. That was enough of this..weird geek shit today. The shit you find when you're stoned. Jamison just shrugged off any attempts to persuade him into trying some fancy sword fighting. "'m good, really," He insisted, throwing in a friendly, charming smile as he did so. "Just stoppin' in to see if I was losin' my fucking mind when I saw this shit. But I'll get outta your way." And, with that, he started back towards the way he came from. Jamison turned and looked over his shoulder one last time before completely walking away: "Don't fuckin' drown, y'all." (exit)
(23:57:22) Keyton finally pushed himself up into a standing position and shifted away from the edge of the docks so he didn't go taking a tumble again. "You good to take care of him? I am sorry again...I actually am ah...blind." for now anyway. A sheepish smile appeared on his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I probably shouldn't of risked it, maybe I was believing a little too much in the 'force'" he qouted with a laugh before shaking his head. "I should get going myself. Tell your friend there it was fun and we should rematch." he was teasing of course, he was sure after this second encounter Westley would be steering clear from the vampire at all costs. "I'll try not to." he reassured Jamison. With a final wave to everyone and a thanks offered to the volunteers he was making his way down the docks, somehow managing to walk without a guide even though he was in fact blind. Strange. At least he wasn't driving right, his phone already pulled out as he phoned up a ride. [Exit]
(00:00:34) Bennett just chuckled at Wes's remark, but was already pulling out his phone to order them an Uber by the time he was complaining about wanting to be somewhere warmer. Benny only ruffled his hair a little and nodded towards Keyton with a smile that he couldn't see. "I'm sure he'll want a rematch when he's dry and warm," he said with a little more certainty than he really felt. He had seen the look of panic on Wes's face when he fell in the water and it didn't sit well with him. Still, he'd be quick to add, "Thanks." Before helping Wes upright and walking him to the curb to await their ride. Yolo.
