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 Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 2:24 pm
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 2:42 pm
Three, two, one and go! Thom dashed towards the door, slamming the small emergency lever to unlock the doors and pushed out stumbling into the road of oncoming traffic. One car swerved honking violently as the driver appeared to be seriously reconsidering their choice of getting out of bed this morning. That was what Thom figured anyways, it was more likely they were cursing the stupid idiot that dashed out of the side of the bus suddenly. Quickly glancing up the road Thom made a run for it, he stopped once as a small truck whooshed by, danced out of the way of a small car and made a mad dash the rest of the way to the curb to just barely miss being clipped by a semi as it roared by. He half collapsed onto the cement as his heart pounded loudly in his chest. Just as he was beginning to feel like he could take in air like a normal person again he noticed a person in a blue uniform making their way over. "Ugnnn really?" They could just be coming to make sure he hadn't acquired any flattened appendages, but somehow he doubted that. He really did not have the time for this s**t, and for the mother of god he wanted to live. Scrambling up to his feet he took one long deep breath and made a run for it.
It had taken about five two to six foot drops, three quick turns and one quick shimmy up a older building from an alley way to shake the cop on his tail. ******** was persistent, he was sure he hand landed a little wrong no the last jump. As he walked along the outskirts of the graveyard he could feel a painful pull of muscle in his right lower leg. His face contorted into a small grimace as he tested the muscle with various stretches as he moved. He just felt lucky that there was no one around to see how funky he was walking from it. It felt a little strange that he was able to slip in so far without someone gesturing a gun in his face demanding to know who he was. But hey Thom wasn’t going to complain, the lower thug guards were all assholes and who knows maybe they decided to put up someone with more tact to watch their backs as they paid a final farewell to the b***h. At least none of his clothing got ruined during the whole running fiasco, sometimes It paid to keep up with old habits. Just about every piece of clothing Thom bought or wore willingly had to be fitted just right so as not to impair his ability to make a run for it. For the funeral he had picked out a newer pair of black climbing pants a new black t-shirt, a new nice black coat with plenty of pockets that covered his simple tee shirt attire and his old climbing boots that he still adamantly refused to replace. The most he would give into was to get the older pair re-soled or repaired as they got damaged. The whole outfit appeared to be tailored to fit Thom's perfectly, making it so much harder for his clothing to catch on anything as he ran around.
Although his hands were kind of scuffed up and dirtied, enough at least that Thom was sure he should probably wash them up before slipping into the funeral. Glancing around furtively Thom spotted a small bathroom off to the side and hobbled towards it. Walking with an awkward gait to compensate for the damaged muscles. “ Now there sho- oh…“ Thom trailed off as he opened the door to the bathroom, and the corpse on the floor. Well it could still be ali-nope that was definitely a corpse and not a sleeping drunk with the faint blood slipping out the smashed nose and blue lips. Oh god, okay… he was okay he would just shut the door okay? No harm done RIGHT? He almost shut the door then sort of paused half eying the corpse through the thin slit. Maybe… well hmm maybe if he reported this, he might get some sort of reward and he could really use some extra cash. He slowly opened the door again, staring at the scene of crime as he considered his options. Even if Thom gave out some sort of alert to what he found he could very well end up with the crime pinned on his self. That would ******** suck since he liked living, but he was also going to get into deep s**t if he just walked away and someone said something about seeing him here. Aww ********, Thom half stumbled into the bathroom letting the door shut behind him. His green eyes narrowing to adjust to the lights change. If this was one of the many small time soldiers they would have a way to communicate with their higher ups right? He vaguely eyed the white business card laying atop the corpse, then glanced away looking around the small dingy bathroom trying to ignore the smell of blood, gunpowder and old urine. There it was, a small basic clack phone, opened in the small corner of the bathroom. Thom scrunched his nose up as he knelt down on the dirty floor and reached trying to ignore the way his arm brushed against the fresh corpse. Grabbing the phone he slowly stood, looking around the dingy place once more before kicking open the door and pressing the call button on the last highlighted name ‘Giada’
FEWWWWWW POP! TSSSSS BANG, BANG!!
“The s**t?“ Thom half turned from the bathroom, squinting towards the funeral procession. Or where he had last spotted the edge of the gathering anyways. It was chaos, clouds of gas drifting up and curling around headstones and serene statues of the dead, screams echoed throughout the graveyards vast space, the sounds on gunshots could be heard between shouts of confusion and pain. The redhead froze, not even aware if the other line had even picked up. The phone dropped from his grasp clattering tot he ground as he watched the whole event unfold. ' Its them. Belmontes.' Who else would interrupt a funeral for a mafia family member of the Valentines? He would even dare? Thom swallowed dryly a conflicting amount of emotion welling up within. He could run, but... would it even work? Would they find him? He was sure they knew where he lived. Hell he was unwillingly recruited, but... that was months ago. Maybe they forgot? Maybe he could- his thoughts were cut off by the sight of some sort of beef cake man wadding into the fray with bottle rockets. “Oh fuc-k“ The redhead stepped back his breath drawing in rapidly short sharp breaths as he backed into the restroom he had moments ago left. He was getting a sinking sort of feeling in his gut. One that told him that even if he ran he wasn't sure that he would make it. They could have them completely surrounded. “********, ********, ********.“ Would they shot him if they found him? Would they even know if he was stuck in the Valentines, would they listen if he told them his reasons? ******** why would they even believe him? Thom groaned and crouched down frantically eying around for the gun he spotted earlier. ******** getting points for telling about the watchers being shot down, he wanted to live damm it. Knowing his luck he either get shot by some stray Belmonte even if he pretended to be some civilian and if if Giovanni survived this there was no way he was going to miss that Thom sat on his a** during the chaos. He liked having his skin intact thank you very much. He shifted so that he was on his knees, grasping blindly towards the corner he last saw the gun in, butt stuck up in the air as he tried to half slid under the bathroom stall. He tried to not think of how gross this was as his hand brushed the end piece of dirty crumpled toilet paper on the ground. God what if someone came in and shot them? If that happened he half hoped that it'd be a Bel, at least then he might not get shot straight out. Especially since the dead goon was very obviously a Valentine with his sense of style. He stifled a manic laugh as his fingers wrapped around the handle of the gun and pulled, slowly sitting up in the process. For a few moments he stared blankly at the thing, unsure what to do before shakily opening the ammo chamber to see if anything was even left.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:55 pm
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❝Still the night, kill the lights, feel it under your skin
Time is right, keep it tight 'cause it's pulling you in ❞
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『Company』 Self -> Mostly annoyances and hell hounds
『OOC』 ʘ‿ʘ It was so dark god ******** damm if the monsters weren’t such a problem Albel would probably prefer the darkness to the artificial light that littered the town. He hardly recalled the sun anymore it was nothing but a fleeting memory that grew ever more dim in the back of his mind. It didn’t even matter anymore the sun was gone and it wasn’t coming back. Albel was in the process of leaving his rundown home, a shoddy slapdash home built after the whole affair with the monsters. It was surprisingly well built but lacked quite a bit in security. The only thing going for it was that it was one of many slapped down in the corner of the maze that made up the lower towns. Lower towns as in one of the many homes the urchins built underground along old rail lines that use to run all the way to the original New York. The connecting tunnels were blocked off of course, locking the door with a light click Albel turned then threw the keys at a dirty looking kid who stared at him with solemn eyes.. “Don’t mess up the place too much.” With a vigorous nod the kid dashed off into the dark side of the of the tunnels as Albel began to walk. The route he took was lit up intermittently with old fire lamps made and maintained with chips of dried literal s**t. Oh it smelled but it was also something you got use to when you lived in the lower tiers of the place. Greyson turned as he easily lifted the moderately sized pack that contained his things tightly packed together. He was wearing a motley set of fitted dark grey leathers, pants, shin high boots, sleeveless shirt and coat. With only one basic handgun held in a holster that wrapped around his hips and left thigh, pockets of ammunition secured here or there along with the gun. He didn’t carry any other weapons; he didn’t need to with his ability to shift his form. Although he kept the full extent of his shifting abilities secret it was known that he could shift his limbs into weapons and reinforce his form to protect himself from pesky things like bullets. It didn’t always work but as time passed he found his skill improving.
He paused outside the establishment Drop Off Service to observe the party celebrating Grimm's death in full swing. A slight bitter smile on his face. It would have been so much sweeter if the rest of the mercenary's had just fallen into line after the death of their leader. Even with the current problems he'd much prefer to have the city fully in his grasp before riding out to save the populace. At the very least this trip would prove a very convenient way to dispose of the remainders of the few that resisted. He had no doubt they will try the same. The gate and shadowed forms of the others came into view as he walked. Katarina Grimm's last living blood, always so very angry with the world; her ever present hawk Edan his cybernetic eyes almost appearing to gleam through the faintly lit night;Faith the ever emotionless man hating wench; Roksana the toxic surgeon he never regretted recruiting; North the one who lived by whimsy, there might come a day when he might have to have him put down; then of course ever arrogant prideful Victor. Slowly Greyson pulled his expression back into a grin the white of his teeth showing up starkly against the dark ever present night. “Why? Am I late?” Greyson slid into view of the others surrounding the gate, although he was pretty sure a few of them spotted him coming. He slid both arms up as he walked various bones and joints cracking audibly as he stretched. Grey eyes flickered down as Albel eyed the hell hounds with a relaxed expression. 'Cute'▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
❝Wrap it up, you can't stop 'cause it feels like an overdose
Feels like an overdose, like an overdose ❞
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Posted: Wed Sep 11, 2013 10:34 pm
The sky's were grey, clouds scattered high and low fat drops of rain splattered the windshield of the car every now and then as thunder rumbled off in the distance. Pale fingers drummed inconsistently on the steering wheel out of time with the soft music that played from the radio. The car was new, black leather seats basic four door with room in the back for three and two up front. Automatic, a better choice in his opinion especially when you may run into the chance of having to drive with one hand on the wheel and the other gripping the handle of a 9mm pistol. The windows were tinted, bullet proof and plated on the outside where it could be done inconspicuously. No need to draw unwanted attention after all, that just would not do. Especially on this day of all days, the day Haruo Sverrir returned to the fold of the Valentines forces. The day he returned to see his precious Nikki. A smile
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2015 5:13 pm
 []❖ NAME:] Jarrick Akshay [☁ CURRENTLY:] Tired and confused
[⊕ LOCATION:] A little lost at first, eventually the assembly is found. [❤ LOVING:] ?????
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'This place is bigger than I thought.' Jarrick wondered the halls of the school a bewildered expression on his face as he clutched a crumbled map of the grounds in his left hand. He had gotten a tour of the school when he arrived the other day but he had been quite sleepy from the plane and taxi ride over that most of it had just passed through his mind like sand through an hourglass. He had fallen asleep shortly after that and had woken some time after his room mate. Now he paid the price for sleeping in, he frantically glanced around a bewildered expression on his face. Somehow he had gone from his dorm room too, a greenhouse. Right, okay that should be marked and traveling around the world with his parents had given him some map skills. At least he wasn't as bad as his older sister at map reading. Exhaling slowly he unfurled the crumpled paper to stare intently at it for about six minutes, before sprinting off like mad in the direction he hoped was the assembly hall. It took him about five/six minutes before he could hear the sound of many voices churning together.
His expression brightened as he slowed down trying to narrow down the origin of the room by sound alone. It became quickly apparent that he was on the wrong floor as he rounded the corner of another hallway to a dead end, lit up only by a bright green exit sign in case of an emergency. Jarrick turned his free hand absently rubbing over the scar on the right side of his throat , the reason for his inability to speak ever again. There had to be stairs around here somewhere? It would be a pain to circle back where he had ascended before, maybe... ah there they were. Smiling happily Jarrick hopped down the stairs and skittered down the hallway about halfway before the sound of the voices hushed. He almost panicked before peeking through a partially opened door to see the dean on stage and a room packed with people. 'Yes!.' He slipped in hoping no one would notice and took an empty seat near the door almost falling on top of some guy playing on a DS. Cringing Jarrick signed an apology with his hands as he was certain it would be impossible to read anything scrawled out in his notebook with the dim lighting and settled into his seat fixing his attention to the stage.
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([OOC: I'm rusty at this. ])
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