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[Somewhat limping through the Dressing Room with a puzzled look, a faded sleeveless AC/DC t shirt, washed out jeans, converse and many bruises along his body is a new Axel. Hair a mess and by the way he holds one of his arms to his side, you might think he just got into a fight, but you are very wrong. Before this one got sucked in here, he was standing in a mosh pit, enjoying one of his favorite hobbies, at one of his favorite bands' concert. In the eighties.]

[ooc; brb sharing computers.]

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Look, all I wanted to do was go home, get a drink or two, and go to sleep. Why am I not there--

[doesn't finish the sentence as he does notice the fangs.]

You do realize Halloween is over, right?

[He chuckles. ]

Ah... Halloween. A wonderful holiday, don't you think? But I fear to tell you Mon ami, you will not be going home anytime soon.

Everyday is a holiday if you spend it the right way.

[... blank stare.]

What do you mean I'm not going home?

You are...In a parallel Universe of a sorts I suppose. There is no way out..no way home. I've been here for quite some time now.. And you will be here for a long while as well... Eh, Axel I assume?

[Oh noes. He knows your name. :| ]

Parallel Universe? What is this some freaky movie?

[just continues to stare]

And exactly how do you know my name?

Call it an assumption upon my time in this world... There are many who have your face, Axel.

[He's sort of walking small circles around you...perhaps checking you out.. Hmm, could be tasty. ]

... Are you on crack?

Crack?

[That word doesn't quite exist yet. He is from the 1800's so... ]

I should hope not, Monsieur.

Are you sure?

[does he need to explain what it is. :|]

Eh... Oui?

[You can if you want...but he is moving a bit closer, eying that neck..hmm. ]

Forgive me Monsieur.. My English is not up to par with yours I am sure...

[Do you really want to go up against him. Despite not having fangs, he can beat the shit out of someone.]

I'm getting that you don't know what crack is. It's stuff you snort and it makes you high. So, have you snorted anything recently?

[s-smirks.]

[Uhm. Immortal being versus punk kid from the 80's? He'd take his chances. ]

Ha.. I'm afraid I have not..

[But don't worry. He never takes without asking. Why fight when you could not? ]

Have you?

[Hey, you never know what this kid has up his sleeves.]

Hell no. Pot is better.

[rubs his arms ow.]

[Be that as it may. Setzer is a lover, not a fighter. ]

...Ah yes. Fascinating plant... Pain? [He was referring to your arm. ]

Concerts sometimes end like that.

[smiles contently.]

Concerts? You mean like Beethoven? I do not recall ever getting hurt seeing him play...

I'm talking about AC/DC, Metallica, Bon Jovi, Guns N Roses. What are you talking about?

[he doesn't pay attention in school apparently.]

Bon Jovi? What is so Good about him?

[Your half French confuses him. :| ]

He is one of the best, how could you not know him?

[stares at you.]

[Smirks at you... ]

He is not my type. I am more of a Mahler..Bach... Haydn type I suppose.

[Two can play at this game. ]

Have you heard of them?

Who's that?

... Never mind. It is not important.

[He dismisses the issue...again smirking at you with those sharp fangs. ]

How about I give you a small tour, oui? As a human, I am sure you will need the basic necessities of life..food, water...a bed to sleep in, yes?

You look like someone that should be in Lost Boys. Take those things out, they're creepy.

[blunt, yeah.]

...Lost Boys? But I am not lost, Monsieur. You are.

[He truly is clueless as to what the Lost Boys are...but he still smirks. ]

Take what out?

I mean the movie, not actually being lost.

[narrows his eyes.]

Your teeth.

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