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[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

[holds up hands, defensively.] Whoa! Wait!

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[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

[Lowers his camera.]

Oh. Sorry mister.

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ, really? What had I seen in my head to flinch in such a way at a freaking camera? I lowered my arms and gave a sigh.

"Can I ask why you want to take my picture?"

[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

School project. I gotta take a fifteen different pictures of different people and make a story tree about them.

Ah, sorry about scaring you like that. I didn't mean to. I'm Jeremy by the way. Hi!

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

Very bright and happy guy it looked like. I guess it could've been worse, he could've actually tried to steal my soul with a goddamn camera.

"Its alright." I spoke slowly, unsure, "I'm Liam."

[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

[Waves, grinning from ear to ear.]

Nice to meet you Liam. Is it alright with you if I took your picture still? Oh, and thanks for not whacking me over the head or anything. I've been getting that all day when trying to take some pictures.

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sure if he was referring to my slightly feminine hands or he was only taking pictures of extremely feminine people. Either way, I couldn't help feeling a little offended, like he was calling me - girly or something. Now I sound offensive... Goddamnit.

"I'm - sorry to hear that, Jeremy. Maybe you should be a little more discrete when taking your pictures, okay?"

[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

[Grins and nods, not realizing he had offended Liam with his comments.]

I'll keep that in mind, buddy. What are you doing here at this part of the town? Usually, people don't come here... a lot. [Gestures to the empty street they're on as he fiddles with his camera. Seems used to this type of thing.] What are you looking for?

[luke-rutherford.livejournal.com]

[He's not going to lower his gun just because you asked! That would be foolish]

Who are you?

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

I kept my hands up and backed away from him a little bit. Careful with my footing, only I would be lucky enough to trip and fall with a gun in my face.

"Liam!" I breathed, "My name is Liam Van Helsing. I-I'm looking for someone. Would you - could you -?"

I gestured to his gun and pointed down. If I could not have another bullet scar that would be awesome, really.

[luke-rutherford.livejournal.com]

"Van Helsing?" he asked "Are you kidding me?" he cocks the gun because that name is a rather a soft spot for him. "Give me a really good reason not too"

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

Am I kidding? Yes, I use the fact my last name gives me dailly grief as a way to keep me from getting shot.

"Yes." I replied, still keeping my hands where he could see them, "because I don't have a gun."

I had other things, but no gun. Then again I had been beaten with a heavy book before, which is the only thing in my satchel(yes, I have a goddamn satchel) worth using as a weapon.

[luke-rutherford.livejournal.com]

"Yeah but I've been stabbed with chunks of wood before, then there's the silver knifes and stuff, oh and being bitten aint' fun" he snapped "Using the Van helsing name? Gonna get you hurt more"

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

I wasn't really sure how to respond to the 'being bitten' thing. It was something I had yet to experience and honestly didn't want to.

"Yeah, don't - I uh - I can't really relate to that." I replied awkwardly, but it was the Van Helsing bit that got me. I gave him a puzzled look and titled my head, dropping my hands slightly.

"I am a Van Helsing, man. Liam Van Helsing."

I forget how not intimidating my name is sometimes. Liam. Seriously.

[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

[Lowers his camera.]

Oh. Sorry mister.

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

Jesus Christ, really? What had I seen in my head to flinch in such a way at a freaking camera? I lowered my arms and gave a sigh.

"Can I ask why you want to take my picture?"

[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

School project. I gotta take a fifteen different pictures of different people and make a story tree about them.

Ah, sorry about scaring you like that. I didn't mean to. I'm Jeremy by the way. Hi!

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

Very bright and happy guy it looked like. I guess it could've been worse, he could've actually tried to steal my soul with a goddamn camera.

"Its alright." I spoke slowly, unsure, "I'm Liam."

[jeremy-well.livejournal.com]

[Waves, grinning from ear to ear.]

Nice to meet you Liam. Is it alright with you if I took your picture still? Oh, and thanks for not whacking me over the head or anything. I've been getting that all day when trying to take some pictures.

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

I wasn't sure if he was referring to my slightly feminine hands or he was only taking pictures of extremely feminine people. Either way, I couldn't help feeling a little offended, like he was calling me - girly or something. Now I sound offensive... Goddamnit.

"I'm - sorry to hear that, Jeremy. Maybe you should be a little more discrete when taking your pictures, okay?"

[luke-rutherford.livejournal.com]

[He's not going to lower his gun just because you asked! That would be foolish]

Who are you?

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

I kept my hands up and backed away from him a little bit. Careful with my footing, only I would be lucky enough to trip and fall with a gun in my face.

"Liam!" I breathed, "My name is Liam Van Helsing. I-I'm looking for someone. Would you - could you -?"

I gestured to his gun and pointed down. If I could not have another bullet scar that would be awesome, really.

[luke-rutherford.livejournal.com]

"Van Helsing?" he asked "Are you kidding me?" he cocks the gun because that name is a rather a soft spot for him. "Give me a really good reason not too"

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

Am I kidding? Yes, I use the fact my last name gives me dailly grief as a way to keep me from getting shot.

"Yes." I replied, still keeping my hands where he could see them, "because I don't have a gun."

I had other things, but no gun. Then again I had been beaten with a heavy book before, which is the only thing in my satchel(yes, I have a goddamn satchel) worth using as a weapon.

[luke-rutherford.livejournal.com]

"Yeah but I've been stabbed with chunks of wood before, then there's the silver knifes and stuff, oh and being bitten aint' fun" he snapped "Using the Van helsing name? Gonna get you hurt more"

[liamthelame.livejournal.com]

I wasn't really sure how to respond to the 'being bitten' thing. It was something I had yet to experience and honestly didn't want to.

"Yeah, don't - I uh - I can't really relate to that." I replied awkwardly, but it was the Van Helsing bit that got me. I gave him a puzzled look and titled my head, dropping my hands slightly.

"I am a Van Helsing, man. Liam Van Helsing."

I forget how not intimidating my name is sometimes. Liam. Seriously.