Average Day in Hatsville (closed w/ blackwhitehat)

Carlos was practically living in Hatsville now. His drive to learn was as strong as ever, and there was always something for him to study. Strange energies, fragments of old experimental devices, the occasional escaped test subject… Carlos studied all he could. Except the one thing that remained out of his reach: Manor #333, on Hat Avenue – Black Hat’s manor.

The manor was the source of a dark energy reading that Carlos really, really wanted to study, but he had not yet had the chance. And it wasn’t just the energy that intrigued Carlos, but the very scientific-sounding explosions and loud noises that sometimes could be heard across the island.

One such incident occurred while Carlos was conducting an interview with what appeared to be a very, very, very small person claiming to have been trapped for months in a shrunken plane. The only warning that Carlos got was the sudden clicking that sounded when his Danger Meter spiked, and then the whole island was rocked with a loud FWOOM!

Carlos’ interview had fled and he was left wondering what happened at the manor. So Carlos packed up a few choice instruments and went outside of his motel to investigate.

@blackwhitehat

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

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Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
vampire gave another huff through his fangs, shaking his head once
more. “No.. They don’t even have to be willing- I just need to be able
to look them in the eye,”

“I thought you said you just needed to touch them?” Carlos asked him. “What’s the process of it exactly?”

He waved his hand dismissively, leaning back and sighing. “Sorry I’m not extremely specific about everything I say, I’ve never been a year subject before.” He huffed, “Touching someone is preferable for a tighter hold, but it’s not necessary if you’re making eye contact..”

“A tighter hold,” Carlos repeated as he typed into the notepad. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I can control them better.. The eye contact is an emotional and spiritual control, and it can be enhanced by touching them for extreme physical control..” He muttered, “Now. May I have a subject?”

“I’ll have to talk to the others,” Carlos said. “It’s just Jake here right now, and I’m not sure if it’s something he wants to do. He might want to plan for it, at the very least. But we can definitely put this on our schedule of study.”

Things were getting frustrating again. Everything took forever around here, and it was boring more than anything Skip had gone through. “Fine… Did you want me for anything else?”

“Well, I do want to ask you about your…eating habits,” Carlos told him. “You eat regular food.. how often do you need blood?”

At that, he blushed and smiled anxiously. “A-a lot.. Erm- sorry, I mean at least three times a week.. But that’s only if I’m trying to be careful, but if I’m with people who are being paid by me, I can often drink from a human up to fourteen times a week..”

Carlos nodded. “Okay… about how much do you take in each feeding? Do you know?”

“N-no… I don’t measure-“ Guilt strangled his tongue, “I just take what I pay for.. that usually means I get to drink until the man passes out,”

Carlos paused and looked at Skip with a raised eyebrow.

He wasn’t judging, he really wasn’t. If everyone was consenting to the events that were transpiring, then he didn’t have a huge problem with it. Though passing out was a bit on the verge of dangerous, depending on the individual.

“Right, then. So… you think it varies then? The amount?”

The coy smile over his lips only seemed to intensify as he hid his face and nodded in embarrassment, noting Carlos’ silence as judgement and disgust. “Y-yeah.. It varies.. “ He confirmed, “More questions?”

Carlos nodded. “Yeah. So eating regular food… does that do anything for you? Or is the blood just a sort of supplement or a treat and you still require traditional food?”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
vampire gave another huff through his fangs, shaking his head once
more. “No.. They don’t even have to be willing- I just need to be able
to look them in the eye,”

“I thought you said you just needed to touch them?” Carlos asked him. “What’s the process of it exactly?”

He waved his hand dismissively, leaning back and sighing. “Sorry I’m not extremely specific about everything I say, I’ve never been a year subject before.” He huffed, “Touching someone is preferable for a tighter hold, but it’s not necessary if you’re making eye contact..”

“A tighter hold,” Carlos repeated as he typed into the notepad. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I can control them better.. The eye contact is an emotional and spiritual control, and it can be enhanced by touching them for extreme physical control..” He muttered, “Now. May I have a subject?”

“I’ll have to talk to the others,” Carlos said. “It’s just Jake here right now, and I’m not sure if it’s something he wants to do. He might want to plan for it, at the very least. But we can definitely put this on our schedule of study.”

Things were getting frustrating again. Everything took forever around here, and it was boring more than anything Skip had gone through. “Fine… Did you want me for anything else?”

“Well, I do want to ask you about your…eating habits,” Carlos told him. “You eat regular food.. how often do you need blood?”

At that, he blushed and smiled anxiously. “A-a lot.. Erm- sorry, I mean at least three times a week.. But that’s only if I’m trying to be careful, but if I’m with people who are being paid by me, I can often drink from a human up to fourteen times a week..”

Carlos nodded. “Okay… about how much do you take in each feeding? Do you know?”

“N-no… I don’t measure-“ Guilt strangled his tongue, “I just take what I pay for.. that usually means I get to drink until the man passes out,”

Carlos paused and looked at Skip with a raised eyebrow.

He wasn’t judging, he really wasn’t. If everyone was consenting to the events that were transpiring, then he didn’t have a huge problem with it. Though passing out was a bit on the verge of dangerous, depending on the individual.

“Right, then. So… you think it varies then? The amount?”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
vampire gave another huff through his fangs, shaking his head once
more. “No.. They don’t even have to be willing- I just need to be able
to look them in the eye,”

“I thought you said you just needed to touch them?” Carlos asked him. “What’s the process of it exactly?”

He waved his hand dismissively, leaning back and sighing. “Sorry I’m not extremely specific about everything I say, I’ve never been a year subject before.” He huffed, “Touching someone is preferable for a tighter hold, but it’s not necessary if you’re making eye contact..”

“A tighter hold,” Carlos repeated as he typed into the notepad. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I can control them better.. The eye contact is an emotional and spiritual control, and it can be enhanced by touching them for extreme physical control..” He muttered, “Now. May I have a subject?”

“I’ll have to talk to the others,” Carlos said. “It’s just Jake here right now, and I’m not sure if it’s something he wants to do. He might want to plan for it, at the very least. But we can definitely put this on our schedule of study.”

Things were getting frustrating again. Everything took forever around here, and it was boring more than anything Skip had gone through. “Fine… Did you want me for anything else?”

“Well, I do want to ask you about your…eating habits,” Carlos told him. “You eat regular food.. how often do you need blood?”

At that, he blushed and smiled anxiously. “A-a lot.. Erm- sorry, I mean at least three times a week.. But that’s only if I’m trying to be careful, but if I’m with people who are being paid by me, I can often drink from a human up to fourteen times a week..”

Carlos nodded. “Okay… about how much do you take in each feeding? Do you know?”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
vampire gave another huff through his fangs, shaking his head once
more. “No.. They don’t even have to be willing- I just need to be able
to look them in the eye,”

“I thought you said you just needed to touch them?” Carlos asked him. “What’s the process of it exactly?”

He waved his hand dismissively, leaning back and sighing. “Sorry I’m not extremely specific about everything I say, I’ve never been a year subject before.” He huffed, “Touching someone is preferable for a tighter hold, but it’s not necessary if you’re making eye contact..”

“A tighter hold,” Carlos repeated as he typed into the notepad. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I can control them better.. The eye contact is an emotional and spiritual control, and it can be enhanced by touching them for extreme physical control..” He muttered, “Now. May I have a subject?”

“I’ll have to talk to the others,” Carlos said. “It’s just Jake here right now, and I’m not sure if it’s something he wants to do. He might want to plan for it, at the very least. But we can definitely put this on our schedule of study.”

Things were getting frustrating again. Everything took forever around here, and it was boring more than anything Skip had gone through. “Fine… Did you want me for anything else?”

“Well, I do want to ask you about your…eating habits,” Carlos told him. “You eat regular food.. how often do you need blood?”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
vampire gave another huff through his fangs, shaking his head once
more. “No.. They don’t even have to be willing- I just need to be able
to look them in the eye,”

“I thought you said you just needed to touch them?” Carlos asked him. “What’s the process of it exactly?”

He waved his hand dismissively, leaning back and sighing. “Sorry I’m not extremely specific about everything I say, I’ve never been a year subject before.” He huffed, “Touching someone is preferable for a tighter hold, but it’s not necessary if you’re making eye contact..”

“A tighter hold,” Carlos repeated as he typed into the notepad. “What do you mean by that?”

“I mean I can control them better.. The eye contact is an emotional and spiritual control, and it can be enhanced by touching them for extreme physical control..” He muttered, “Now. May I have a subject?”

“I’ll have to talk to the others,” Carlos said. “It’s just Jake here right now, and I’m not sure if it’s something he wants to do. He might want to plan for it, at the very least. But we can definitely put this on our schedule of study.”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
vampire gave another huff through his fangs, shaking his head once
more. “No.. They don’t even have to be willing- I just need to be able
to look them in the eye,”

“I thought you said you just needed to touch them?” Carlos asked him. “What’s the process of it exactly?”

He waved his hand dismissively, leaning back and sighing. “Sorry I’m not extremely specific about everything I say, I’ve never been a year subject before.” He huffed, “Touching someone is preferable for a tighter hold, but it’s not necessary if you’re making eye contact..”

“A tighter hold,” Carlos repeated as he typed into the notepad. “What do you mean by that?”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

The
vampire gave another huff through his fangs, shaking his head once
more. “No.. They don’t even have to be willing- I just need to be able
to look them in the eye,”

“I thought you said you just needed to touch them?” Carlos asked him. “What’s the process of it exactly?”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“No..
A-and the whole burning at daylight thing is a lie, it’s just a bit of a
sunburn..” He explained with a wave of his hand, biting into his sleeve
and digging his fangs into it. “I can still do everything I used to do
when I was a human.. But now I drink blood and hypnotize people..”

Carlos started to type more into his ipad. “You can hypnotize people, huh?” he asked. “Are there any special requirements for hypnosis? I mean, how difficult is it?”

His eyes flickered up, attempting to meet Carlos’ own darker ones as he chewed on his sleeve. “It’s easy.. I just have to touch them while I do it, so I can regulate their pulse and make sure they don’t die..”

“Ah, okay,” Carlos said with a nod. “Interesting. Is that the extent of your expanded abilities since becoming a vampire?”

He nodded once more, letting his eyes fall and follow Carlos’ fingers across his screen. “If you want- I could show a volunteer of yours?”

Carlos looked at him curiously. “A volunteer?” Carlos asked, obviously very intrigued. “Oh… um, I should ask… is it dangerous at all?”

“Not unless I want them to do something dangerous, I won’t I promise.. It’ll be simple,” He folded his hands, to avoid the nervous tapping. “Like ‘pick up a pen’, or ‘take off your jacket’.”

“Picking up a pen is dangerous,” Carlos pointed out almost absently. But otherwise, he was thinking about it. “It would be interesting to observe. I’ll talk to the other scientists and see who would be interested in helping with the experiment.”

He sighed worriedly, his lips being bitten through his fangs as he went on a bit quieter. “I could.. just do it on you.. if you think that’d be okay?” His head shook then, “A-ah.. never mind. Get anyone- it doesn’t matter!”

“Well, someone needs to observe and take notes if I’m to understand this process,” Carlos explained. “Are… there restrictions on who you can hypnotize?”

My Fingers Slipped @partyplanningforsuckers The heat only seemed to be packed in at the circus, with the hundreds of citizens that had swarmed like ants and the intense rides that seemed to have a life of their own. The smell of sugary cotton candy and popcorn was enough to lure anyone who had just come from a days work, the circus was the place to be. With a circle of sand and tigers, along with swinging trapeze and double jointed dancers, the main stage was selling ticket for such a view.

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers:

the-perfect-scientist:

partyplanningforsuckers

the-perfect-scientist:

Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.

Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.

Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.

@partyplanningforsuckers

“No..
A-and the whole burning at daylight thing is a lie, it’s just a bit of a
sunburn..” He explained with a wave of his hand, biting into his sleeve
and digging his fangs into it. “I can still do everything I used to do
when I was a human.. But now I drink blood and hypnotize people..”

Carlos started to type more into his ipad. “You can hypnotize people, huh?” he asked. “Are there any special requirements for hypnosis? I mean, how difficult is it?”

His eyes flickered up, attempting to meet Carlos’ own darker ones as he chewed on his sleeve. “It’s easy.. I just have to touch them while I do it, so I can regulate their pulse and make sure they don’t die..”

“Ah, okay,” Carlos said with a nod. “Interesting. Is that the extent of your expanded abilities since becoming a vampire?”

He nodded once more, letting his eyes fall and follow Carlos’ fingers across his screen. “If you want- I could show a volunteer of yours?”

Carlos looked at him curiously. “A volunteer?” Carlos asked, obviously very intrigued. “Oh… um, I should ask… is it dangerous at all?”

“Not unless I want them to do something dangerous, I won’t I promise.. It’ll be simple,” He folded his hands, to avoid the nervous tapping. “Like ‘pick up a pen’, or ‘take off your jacket’.”

“Picking up a pen is dangerous,” Carlos pointed out almost absently. But otherwise, he was thinking about it. “It would be interesting to observe. I’ll talk to the other scientists and see who would be interested in helping with the experiment.”