Twenty Days For Kobe

9th April 2008

2008-04-09T17:11:00.003+01:00

Okay, Madeline did her job very well. Coming back from my job at the club, and only slightly intoxicated, I came across a sight that just proves that Maddie knows more then she's letting on. Deren, quite happily stumbling home with one arm wrapped around some guy's waist (I think he visited the club a few times), laying light kisses on his neck. He was giggling like some pretty girl, and the other dude was definitely enjoying it, since at every few kisses he would pull Deren closer and speed up.

Was I like that?

Well, I definitely wasn't heading home for at least another couple of hours. The walls in my apartment aren't thick, and Deren only lives down a floor. I do not want to be hearing that while I try to sleep. So instead I mooch around for a bit, and head back later.

Of course, to tell Maddie exactly what I had found out.

So I told her. She should have heard her squeal. She started reeling out lists of people she should set him up with, since she had to find him his 'one true love'. The worrying this was that I was quite high on this list. Sorry, but commitment isn't my thing unfortunately.

Wait, why didn't she try and do this to me when she found out I was gay?

And why does being gay matter?!

Bloody strange girl.

8th April 2008

2008-04-08T18:08:00.003+01:00

So, I visisted Deren. It didn't start well, since the first thing he did when he saw me was blush and slam the door in my face again. But you know me, never one to give up when a friend is in need ... Or I have nothing better to do. So, I knock on the door again, and knock, and knock, and knock ... And before it drives me insane, Deren opens the door again looking slightly demented. Me, with my suave good looks, charm myself inside his home ... Or slip through the door while he's yelling at me and hasn't had the chance to close it again.

I've never before loved being this skinny.

Anyway, he yells at me some more, which was bloody boring! He kept repeating himself, over and over again! I was yawning by the end, before he finally made a decent point. Well, not so much decent as it gave me a chance to reply. 'And I'm bloody straight!' Now, I can't remember when we got onto the subject of what happened those few nights ago ... Damn, my memory is terrible, I can't even remember when it happened. Anyway, we're talking about it anyhow so I should at least get a word in, since I was involved. So instead of my brilliant wit, he actually got a serious reply, which was quite an amazing thing from me. 'We don't know ourselves the best, it's the people around you who know you really.' What a brilliant spark of wisdom!

... That I heard Maddie say once.

And it's a load of crap. I know Deren's straight, it's only Maddie who's got this strange notion that he's gay. But hell, I wanted him to stop yelling because God he was loud! Perhaps me actually being serious would shock him into silence.

No such chance.

I'll save you all the details of the argument, in which I pride myself on not shouting once ... Except when he insulted my hair. I don't care if it's ginger now, no-one insults the hair! It was a lowblow anyway!

Well on with the story ... When someone is trying to convince you that they are straight, you will be very, very surprised what you will find out about their sex life. Seriously, it's worrying. They will tell you anything to convince you that they are 100% straight, and have no interest in the same sex and I believed him in the first place! I never wanted to know some of the things he told me.

I really can't be bothered to type this all out, so we'll cut it short. By the end, Deren was determined to kill Madeline and I was quite happy to let him. Perhaps not help though.

7th April 2008

2008-04-07T19:26:00.002+01:00

Maddie sure is something else.

And not in the good way.

So, she comes in, and asks why she hasn't seen Deren in a while. Now, luckily for her, I am one to kiss and tell, since it’s no fun otherwise, especially if I don’t remember the night before. So I tell her everything, including how he stormed out. So do you know what she does? Cheers! I kid you not; she actually cheers, and does the whole clapping thing and acts like an excited school girl.

What the hell do you do when a usually very … Well, not stoic but … un-excited-school-girl girl starts acting like that? Join in? So I just sit there, very confused and let her do her whole cheery moment before making her explain. So she does. And guess what?

She had planned this!

Not to get at me, oh no! She knew this wouldn’t bother me in the slightest, but Deren is a completely different matter. According to her, Deren has been in denial of his sexuality for a while. I think she’s talking a loud of shit, because I seem to be able to pick out a gay guy in a crowded room, but if that’s what she thinks, I’ll let her. Anyway, she got Deren drunk. Very drunk. Not drunk enough to not be able to walk, but drunk enough to get him into bed with me if she … pushed him a little bit. So, according to her, she bet him that he wouldn’t kiss me.
She lost out on a bit of money, but she said it was worth it.

Apparently this was her big scheme to get her back for that foil prank.

Now usually I wouldn’t mind but I saw the look on Deren’s face as he left. And I don’t know if it’s just me … But he looked scared.

I guess my life is slowly turning into some cheesy TV programme, eh? Perhaps Friends … Nah, that would make us Ross and Rachel or something, and that’s a little strange.

Anyway, tomorrow … I’m gonna find Deren. It’s been two days since I’ve seen him, and I think it’s time to set him straight. I don’t think Maddie told him about her little plan.

6th April 2008

2008-04-07T19:22:00.003+01:00

Well, I had to leave you on a bit of a cliffhanger there. Apologies on my part, but I barely had time to type out that last word before … Well, before a quite confused Deren disappeared once more, to go put himself into some clothes. I didn’t mention that he was naked before? Oh well.

Okay, so he comes out, in all his naked glory, having obviously not realised where he was. Now, it’s not unusual for either of us to wind up in someone else’s bed with no idea how we got there, since we’re both pretty sluttish. What can I say; we’re just brilliant that way. On with the story, before I start pointing out all my lovely features. Anyway, so he looks at me, blinks, and runs back into my bedroom. At this point I’m laughing, though I’m still not sure why. Just so you all know, I’m wearing clothes … If those clothes happen to be a pale blue dressing gown and … that’s it.

He comes out again, a pair of boxers on this time and struggling into some proper clothes, ready to yell his head off at me. I greet him with my usual cheery attitude, though I have to say that I’m not at all comfortable with this situation either, since as far as I knew … Deren was straight.

I may have just taken his virginity in that department.

… He better not read this, he’ll brain me.

It started off with my usual sweetness attitude. ‘Have fun last night sweetie?’ and a rather appropriate ‘fuck off’ as a reply. Can’t blame him really, since as far as he knew, he was straight. I just grin at him, in my usual cheery way … And dodge as he runs at me and takes a swing.

What a bastard!

The usual ‘what the hell happened?’ and when I tell him … the usual denial. Why is it that first-timers always deny it, like we ended up in bed together, butt-naked and didn’t have sex? Bloody hell, it’s pure naivety! Still, he’s my friend, so I put up with it … A bit.

I’ll skip you all the boring details of him saying that we didn’t have sex, and trying to think up other reasons of why he ended up in my bed with me, and me bluntly telling him that yes, we did have sex and that no doubt if we looked close enough of the bed we would find proof of that. Unless I was sober enough to clean it up. Unlikely.

Well, that’s basically how yesterday morning went.

Oh crap, Maddie’s here. I’ll blog again tomorrow.

5th April 2008

2008-04-05T21:01:00.000+01:00

Ow. Headache. Major.

Bloody hangovers.

Just staring at this screen is playing havoc on my head. Is there any way to turn the brightness down on this screen? No? Shit. This screen is going to make me throw up. I’ll see if I can’t get this blog out before I start retching all over the keyboard. That might take some skill, as I really don’t feel well already. Let’s see how long I can keep my food down.

Well, as you might be able to tell last night I got very drunk. I can’t really remember what happens. Alcohol still affects me just as it would any other human, and unfortunately I’m a real lightweight so it doesn’t take much to get me absolutely hammered. I can be a bit of a strange drunk, but my friends know how to deal with me, so it’s fine. Usually they just dump me on some willing guy or girl and carry on their merry way. Bastards.

… I wonder if that happened last night? I just kinda … stumbled out of bed to throw up. Didn’t really look and see if there was anyone next to me. I really should go check. I seriously hope not, because I really can’t be assed with getting them some aspirin and some water. I’m the one needing it right now.

Oh wait, someone’s coming out.

… Deren?!

4th April 2008

2008-04-04T23:45:00.003+01:00

Oh hell, I love dogs.

Yes, I realise that is completely random but I do. So much. Before today, they were big rats but today ... Oh, they're brilliant creatures! Absolutely wonderful! I have to get a pet dog! Seriously! I need one, badly!

... Perhaps I should explain, no?

Well, I never liked dogs before. Actually, I never really paid much attention to them. You didn't really see a lot of them if you mainly travelled by night. But today, I was out in the daylight, since Deren had decided to drag me out. Don't ask me why, since we didn't actually get anything done and he told me no reason for it, but nevermind. So anyway, he's blabbering away as we walk down the street, like he does, and we see this dog. Adorable thing it was, after I got a look at it. I ignored it for the first part.

Anyway, we're walking past it and it came over, though I have no idea why. Nuzzles Deren's leg, causing me to say he had a new admirer, and he glared at the creature. He pushed it away gently with his foot, which is a great achievement for him since rationality is not one of his strong points, before it nuzzles him again.

And bye bye rationality.

He kicks it backwards, and it bites him. Cutting skin and all. I fell about laughing as he tried to shake the dog from his foot, but it wasn't exactly a small one. Maybe coming up to my mid-thigh. Anyway, it clings on for dear life, completely shredding his shoes and cutting up his foot something bad. I was still laughing as it's owner rushed out of some store, apologising for the dog's behaviour, and took the thing home.

So now, guess what?

Deren has a huge fear of dogs.

Can you see why I want one?

Payback.

3rd April 2008

2008-04-03T22:48:00.002+01:00

Work was hell.

I mean it. Absolute hell. I usually love my job, sitting behind the bar, flirting with everything pretty that comes near me. I daren't today. I got so ridiculed ... They all thought it was hilarious that my hair was this horrible colour. Thought it extremely entertaining. That was, until I put itching powder in all their coats and jackets. Bastards, I hope they itch their skin right off.

Okay, not very original, but I didn't have much time to plan.

Anyway, I come in, hoping that they don't say anything about it, because they know how much I loved my hair. But no, I come in, they see, and they laugh. Just laugh! They don't say a damn word, just stand there, bent double, laughing until they cry.

You have no idea how close I was to quitting right then.

Bloody bastards ... Usually I would be taking the piss out of myself, but this was my hair! I couldn't bear the thought of not having my beautiful hair, never mind taking the piss out of myself for it. No, I just told them that if they didn't shut up I was going to lock them in one of the upstairs rooms and leave 'em there until someone managed to stumble in. They shut up.

I swear, I am not going to rest until I get Maddie back for this.

2nd April, 2008

2008-04-02T23:31:00.002+01:00

I- I can't believe what she did.

She ... She ...

My hair ... My lovely, gorgeous hair ... It's ... ruined ...

I ...

Okay, since you have no clue what I look like, this wouldn't make much sense to you. My hair used to be blonde. Natural blonde. I never dyed my hair the colour it is ... was. I let my hair grow way past my shoulders, and it came down to my lower back. No expense was spared to make sure that my hair was lovely. I would pamper it with softening conditioners, frizz-ridding shampoos, and I straightened it to perfection, but not without adding liberal amounts of heat protecting mousse. My hair was absolutely gorgeous, even if I do say so myself.

Once I had it the right length, I got some streaks put in. Pink and blue, gorgeous colours. They went so well with my hair, and I loved them! I got them redone frequently, but my hair always stayed in perfect condition, despite the dyes that were put on it. And then she ... She ...

I have to applaude her for having the ultimate prank, though it was more torture and it was on the 2nd rather then the 1st.

She said she forgived me for the tin foil incident. And me, being the fool I am, believed her. She said that it really was okay, that she didn't like that guy much, and that she had to say, it was a bloody good prank. She complimented us on our perserverance ... And that's about when it went to hell.

I'll save you the details and say that an evil, back-stabbing bastard (Deren) knocked me out. And when I woke up ... My hair was gone! It was lying all around me, all my lovely locks and bangs and ... And ...

The hair that I had left only came to just about my shoulders. My shoulders! All my lovely hair! All of it was just ... It's traumatising thinking about what that bitch did! But oh no, that wasn't the worst of it. I might have been able to live if my hair was still it's lovely, gorgeous blonde colour ... but of course that wasn't going to happen.

She had dyed it.

And you want to know what colour she dyed it?

GINGER.

I want to die ...

1st April, 2008

2008-04-02T23:04:00.003+01:00

I really hate her. I do, I do, I do. Okay, vampires evolve with the times, yes? Otherwise we die. Simple. But don't you think she's taking this just a little bit too far? I mean, a computer?! It's just ... pointless! What the hell was I supposed to do with one anyway? Eat it? But no, Madeline hands me a laptop, happy as Larry (where the hell did that expression come from anyway?) and announces that I am to start a blog.

What kind of crazy start to a conversation is that?!

It's not like I don't know what a laptop is, it's just I've ... never learnt how to use one before now. I mean, it just seemed pointless! What was a vampire, who spent as much of his time as he could flirting with anything that moved, gonna do with a computer? Still, I accepted it ... Kind of. She may have barged her way into my apartment and told me that I was going to write a blog no matter what, because she was writing one too.

And yet I still didn't know what a blog was.

So, of course, I asked, as you would if you didn't know what something was. And she laughed! Actually laughed! Evil cow. Still, she ended up explaining it to me and how to use the laptop and ... Well, here I am. Writing this stupid thing, for no reason other then Madeline decided I was going to and ... Well, no-one disagrees with Madeline if they know what's good for them.

Okay, now that my rant is over ...

I love April Fool's day! It is the best day in the existence of the universe! I swear, this day is created with me in mind! I mean, how can a day where you are allowed to prank people be a bad thing?! It's just not possible! Okay, so the people on the receiving end of the prank aren't too happy, but it's not like they can't retaliate if they want to. So really, it's perfectly reasonable for me to sneak into Madeline's apartment and cover everything in tin foil.

And I mean everything.

Pencils, pens, paper, laptop, toilet, bed, sheets, clothing, everything! It took absolutely forever, even with Deren helping me but it was so worth it! She left at about 9pm to go to the club, and normally I would have being going with her. By the way, in case you're getting the wrong impression, we don't frizzle up in sunlight. We just generally prefer the night time. Perhaps it's in our genes. Anyway, back to the prank.

Me and Deren sneaked (broke) into her apartment, armed with rolls and rolls of tinfoil. Five hours later we departed, and waited anxiously for our unwilling prankee to return home. At about 5am, when we were just about ready to give up and assume that she had gone to some guy's house, she stumbled up the stairs. Behind her was some bloke, and the prank instantly got ten times better.

She stepped inside and ...

"KOBE!!!"

I ran.

She hasn't caught up with me ... yet.

The Basics

2008-04-02T22:50:00.002+01:00

Name: Kobe Winters

Occupation: Being insane? Nah, he actually works in a club.

History: Well, he is 217 years old, so perhaps to shorten it a bit? He grew up as any child of his era did, with cramped living conditions and not the best chances of survival. He had 5 brothers and 3 sisters, and by the time he had hit his teens only a sister remained. They both grew up as healthily as could be expected after that, and when Kobe hit 23 he was turned into a vampire.

Cutting out rather a large portion of his life, in which he didn't age anywhere near as fast as was expected and when he was accused of dealing with witchcraft and sorcery to stay young, he fled and slowly began to change with the times and accepted his fate.

Now he lives in modern London, and gets up to all kind of mischief.

Yes, I realise I'm starting late

2008-04-02T22:24:00.002+01:00

Yes, I do realise that this is the 2nd April and not the first but ... Well ... I suck, to put it bluntly. I was told about the twenty day blog by Fey - http://twenty-days-fey.blogspot.com/ - and I dismissed it because I know what I'm like in remembering to do stuff. I end up forgetting that it exists, and suddenly I stop writing. Well, since Fey will no doubt be on my back not to stop, and since I read hers, I figure that I won't give up.

We'll have to wait and see I suppose.

Okay, to anyone who doesn't know what this is that probably made no sense to you. The challenge is to write for 20 days in a journal type format for one of your characters. It shouldn't be too hard, right? Though the idea of Kobe staying still long enough to write anything amuses me.

Well, on with the show!

The person who sparked the idea:
http://twenty-days.blogspot.com/

I don't know her personally. I really should tell her that I'm joining, if a little late ...