[OPEN] sex and candy?

[parish kennedy]

Parish had been wandering the mall all day, not sure what it was she was looking for. Maybe a skirt that actually fit or a pair of jeans that weren't getting too tight with the small stomach she was getting. A pregnant lesbian, who would have thought? But she guessed that what you get when you walk home alone without someone with you. Creepers lurked. This was Vegas, after all. But she didn't have the heart to abort it. It hadn't done her anything. She guessed she would just have to learn how to raise a child. She's already talked to someone about adoption, but because she had no proof of birth and didn't even know who she really was, the only way it would be adopted is if someone wanted it directly from her. In which case, she'd just have to sign it over.

"Ooo, earrings." She smiled. Being a pirate, it shouldn't come as a surprise she loved jewlery. She wandered into Hot Topic, and started to look over the earrings. She finally settled on a black pair -you can never have enough black, white and red- and started out of the store, her hand on her stomach as it started to growl. "I know. Parish is depriving you of food. I'm sorry." She said. But she couldn't bring herself to call herself mom. She wasn't a mom. She didn't love.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris had been walking to try and ease the arguing in his head, and simultaniously get to know this town a little better, when the guy had grabbed him out of nowhere. Being who he was, he knew about all the different species. But he hadn't realized so many of them lived here. The guy didn't drain him, but had done damage enough and Paris felt like his lungs were on fire, heart about to burst. He was sweating, shirt torn, and scrambled for the nearby mall and in through the foodcourt. He nearly bumped into a dark haired woman as he headed for the bathrooms, hit the ground halfway down the hall with a pained cry. He clutched at his chest, tilting his head back, face growing even more pained as his fangs began to push through for the first time. He had never imagined that part of a human dying and becoming a vampire could hurt so bad.

[parish kennedy]

"Yeep!" Parish jumped as a boy nearly ran into her, covering her stomach in what had -sadly- become instinct. There was still a little person in there. She couldn't just leave him there, though, so she followed where he'd gone, growing a bit hesitant as they got closer to the bathrooms. She bit her red lip, bending down enough to pull him out of the way of the bathrooms before she sat down next to him, gently running her fingers through her hair.

"It's okay.." She said quietly. She'd seen enough people change for the first time to know it must hurt. But she wouldn't know. "Just try and relax and quit your squirming, lad. It's only gonna hurt worse." And still she played with his hair, remembering her parents telling her 'you don't know where that's been!' for some reason she would probably never understand. "It's okay, little one."

[paris moreau blanc]

"Bloody hell.." Paris groaned despite himself, baring his teeth in pain as he clawed at the tiles of the floor. But he listened to her and tried to sit still, drawing in rugged breaths and letting out pained whimpers. His neck was still bleeding, torn shirt soaking it up. He drew a leg up and braced it on the floor, arching faintly, reaching to clutch his chest. And then it shuddered and faltered, eyes half open before he fell still, looking pretty much dead.

But finally he stirred and out of instinct, gasped as he tried to breathe, gagging and gripping his stomach. He groaned faintly, felt terribly sick. And hungry. It wasn't a good mix. This would be interesting to explain. "Pardon me.." He apologized weakly.

[parish kennedy]

"You're pardoned, dear." She said, stretching her legs out. She'd seen worse than a human becoming a vampire, enough things to haunt people. She'd probably been through worse if she could remember any of it. Her stomach growled again, and she rubbed it gently. "Shh, little one. We're gonna go get food. But you make me tired and I don't want to get up from the floor." She told the baby. She wondered if it could even hear her in there, if she just seemed like a fool talking to her stomach. But she didn't care.

"What with your wallering on the floor, you'd better go wash off before you catch something. That and you've got blood everywhere." She wrinkled her nose at him, but smiled no less.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris watched her, thinking it cute how she seemed to be talking to what must have been a child in there. "My mum is going to hate this," He groaned, realizing it was another thing to add to the list of hiding. He was just glad people back home didn't realize where he was yet. Because as soon as they did, people here would know /who/ he was. And he was so tired of paparazzi, honestly saw nothing worth fawning over, didn't know why it should be such a big deal. If only they knew none would ever be his. He got up carefully and headed into the bathroom, pulling his button down shirt off so he could remove and discard the one beneath it. His stomach twisted and he grimaced, pulling the unbuttoned shirt back on, studying his fangs curiously. But they wouldn't retract, and he guess he needed blood. He bit his lip carefully, not exactly liking such an idea.
Rinsing off carefully, he stepped back out into the hall, offered the young woman a charming but sickened smile and a hand up.

[parish kennedy]

"Mom's are generally protective over their babies, even when they get bitten." She told him. The title of mom just wouldn't stick with her. She didn't feel right knowing she would have to raise a little baby on her own. She watched him get up and go, leaning back against the wall. She closed her eyes for a second, holding her hands over her stomach. It wasn't even that big and she felt like a planet. Probably because her clothes refused to fit.

She looked up as he came back out and offered her a hand. She couldn't help thinking he was a handsome boy, but she wasn't into handsome. Or boys. She took his hand gently, but still pulled up most of her weight. "In all my years, I've never had so much trouble getting up off the floor. But you can't exactly get up without looking like a beached whale, apparently." She said with a smile, leaning over to grab her bag. She was at least glad she could still bend and didn't have to resort to squatting for everything. "Care to grab a bite of food? That's not actually one of the humans wandering around?"

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris smirked, his smile lingering. "You are far from a beached whale hon," He reasurred gently. Her next comment recieved another soft smile, and he buttoned the first few bottom buttons on his shirt. "That sounds great. You'll have to lead the way, though. I'm not exactly from these parts." He checked to make sure his cigarettes were in his pocket, and wandered out of the hall. But because his senses had changed and he wasn't experienced with them, he was overwhelmed with the enticement of human blood. Never had he imagined he would actually find such a substance appealing.

[parish kennedy]

"Not yet. But in a few weeks I will be." She offered with a laugh. Her doctor told her what she thought was hunger pains was probably the baby moving, but she still thought she was just hungry. It seemed a little too small to being felt yet. "With that accent, I'd think not. You're a bit hard to blend in. You know, cause girls are sure to fawn over guys like you."

She started slowly to the food court, her bag slung over her shoulder. She'd never been one for purses; they were annoying. "I have never in my life wanted nachos so bad." She said with a groan. She also didn't think she'd ever wanted to climb in bed with practially anyone in her life. Everything about her had been thrown off since she got pregnant and she hated it.

"Okay, so here's the deal. Cause I'm really really not supposed to eat cheese. It's gonna make me sick. So you gotta pick something. We can get hamburgers or hot dogs or corn dogs or fried pickles or doughnuts or candy or uh.. salad.. Or pretzels." She glanced around, but nothing jumped out at her. And she was terrible at making up her own mind.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris chuckled, trying to distract himself from the greater craving of his own. "What accent, you're the one with the accent," He teased playfully, wrinkling his nose. He rolled his eyes when she mentioned girls, but smiled nonetheless. "If only you knew." He was glad when he felt his fangs begin to retract, looked towards the different places serving food, eyebrows furrowing thoughfully as he scratched his stomach. Besides a little sick and shaken, he didn't feel much different than before. If anything, he was in shock. He wasn't human anymore.. But the scariest, was that he wasn't mortal.
"Hm, How about hamburgers?"

[parish kennedy]

"Everything sounds good, love. I'm pregnant." She said with a laugh, but kept walking to the hamburgers anyways. She was content to eat whatever he wanted as long as it was food.

"Parish!" She looked over to see Todde with his arms up, a magazine in his hands. "And baby Parish! Where's those pictures you promised me?" He asked, walking over to them. He touched her stomach as she reached into her bag, fishing around before she pulled out the ultrasound pictures. "Oh my gosh, look! It's got toes and stuff!"

"Duh, goofy." She said with a laugh.

"Aw, Parish, it's so cute." He cooed, and she rolled her eyes.

"Yeah yeah. I know. It's cute cause it's me. We're going to eat. Are you coming?"

"Sure, but I'm paying. Aw, baby big head."

"Todde, give them back now. You sound like a dad or something." She complained, taking them away from him. He started walking, and she followed him, tucking her pictures back into her bag.

"Who's your friend?" He asked, reaching over to touch her stomach again.

"The baby or the boy?"

"The boy. Unless you know what it is."

"I don't know what it is. And he's just eating with me. Plus his accent is gonna make you melt." She teased, looking up at him.

"Really? And it didn't make you melt cause you're gay?" He asked and she nodded.

[paris moreau blanc]

'Hello..' Paris thought as the boy waved to the woman he was with. He found it ironic he name was a letter off from his own, smiled faintly.
'He's totally cute, Paris.'
'Yeah, but don't you think about it.'
'Do you want to get in trouble?!'
He huffed, trying to shake the voices, and watched them for a moment before following. When the boy asked who he was, he huffed. "Oh, pardon me, I must have forgot in my haste. I'm Paris." He offered them both that same charming smile and wandered to the hamburgers. "What did you want?" He asked the two, the girl behind the counter seeming to grow rather flirty the moment he spoke. She flipped her hair back, trying to get his attention, but he ignored her as if she didn't even exist.

[parish kennedy]

"No cheese, extra pickles." Parish said with a smile. But Todde? He couldn't seem to keep his eyes off the boy. She elbowed him, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" He asked, clearly not sure he'd missed anything; he'd been watching it the entire time.

"He asked what you wanted, captain sweet eyes." She retorted. But Todde only smirked, obviously having a better come back than what he wanted for lunch.

"Fully dressed will do." He said, and Parish sighed.

"You're hopeless." She told him as he escorted her to a table, his hand on the small of her back. She took a seat at the little round table.

"I might be hopeless, but I can help carry the food. Why do you end up with the hot guys?" He complained, and she smiled, watching him walk back to the boy to pay and help carry their food.

[paris moreau blanc]

Paris smiled faintly. So she was gay and...the boy was, too? He bit his lip as he turned and ordered, the girl giggling. "Alright." She touched his hand gently and he carefully pulled it away, raising an eye row. When the boy came to pay, he gathered their things and sighed. "I came here to excuse myself from fawning fans," He complained, and winked at him before wandering back to the table. Be sat down, rubbing at his sore throat where he had been bitten, and looked at Parish. It was a curious thing, that she was both gay and pregnant. "Being homosexual," He trailed absently, his proper terms for everything having been drilled into his head no matter how much he tried going against them. "It's accepted well here? Not to offend you, of course." He smiled at her, and bit carefully into his burger, looking towards the girl behind the counter who had now called her friend over, and they were staring.

[parish kennedy]

Parish looked up as they came back. She tucked her phone away, reaching for her burger before she unwrapped it. "You're in Vegas, little one. Everyone's a freak here. And there's nothing anyone can do about it. It's not that it's really accepted because only gays accept gays. You know, and the occasional straight person. She glanced behind her where he was looking and carefully moved her chair so she was in their view. "You know, if you move just a smidge closer to Todde, you may as well not even be sitting here." She said with a smile. Todde moved over a bit to make room for him.

"The key to being gay, Parish without the 'h', is that you don't let anyone onto your little secret. Leave them guessing. Let them toss it back both ways, but never settle on one or the other. And that's how you don't get killed for being not normal." Todde said, taking a bite out of his burger. Parish picked a piece off of her's, popping it into her mouth.