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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:58 pm
Amnity laughed, catching up with his pace so she wouldn't be towed the entire way.
((Exit: St. Patrick's Cathedral))
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2009 4:09 pm
It was a cloudy night, the sky a dark, leaden gray, as Amber entered the Training Room, basking in its warm tranquility. Roxanne had met her there as usual for her lesson.
She remembered how they'd started this. She'd been busy sulking in her chambers, crying about how she was changed... when finally, Roxanne came in, and yelled at her to suck it up. Roxanne told her that she was now physically superior to at least 95% of the hunters, and that she should use it to take her vengeance.
From that day on, Roxanne had been teaching her martial arts to best take advantage of her improved body. She had started with Karate, and had nearly mastered that art. Amber was moderately skilled in Jujitsu and Krav Maga, styles Roxanne had added later to expand her repertoire. Most recently, Roxanne had been teaching her a mixed style of knife-fighting, derived primarily from Apache techniques, to better make use of the weapons she could carry while on the job.
They sparred for some time, as usual. Roxanne could still dominate Amber with some ease, but Amber was starting to get the hang of it... and her vampirism helped. After three hours of exhausting training, Roxanne finally retired for the night. Amber too, after another hour or so of individual training, quit the training room for the time being.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 1:14 pm
Alexander entered the training room, getting ready to get a work out. As he walked in he admired the set up they had, walking over to a punching bag. Quickly discarding his hat and taking off his coat on a nearby bench, he approached a punching bag putting a couple few jabs to it to warm up. He stepped back for a minute, taking a deep breath closing his eyes, when he opened them, revealing the evilness in his eyes. Angerly throwing quick punches in every single direction of the bag. Finally landing one last blow, sending the bag back a few feet leaking of the pellets inside. Once he was done, he put his hat and coat back on and left, deciding he might walk around the park for a while
[Exits to Central Park]
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 12:43 am
Kerrigan sat on a bench in the locker room, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she wiped some beaded sweat from her forehead. Despite the intense workout she just put herself through, there was a grin on her face, the raven hairs huntress letting her curls down from the ponytail she had pulled it up in, messing her fingers through them. Cardio, core training, some combat training on one of the dummies around - she did everything the gym really had to offer short of hitting the shooting range, which she would save for another day. There was nothing like a workout to clear her head and remind her why she was a hunter in the first place - her figure was bred for it.
It was no secret that the girl was attractive. If any males were to see her glistening body in her tight black shorts and black sports bra, she had no doubts it would take very little coercing to get anything she wanted out of them, even if she was considerably paler than her natural tan she had before she was turned. She had the body of a model, but the mindset of a huntress, and that was what made her more deadly than many could imagine. She lived for battle, and it was through training like this that she kept fresh for anything.
Opening her locker, she checked her phone once more for a message from Raven, who she was getting a little nervous for as he was alone in Las Noches still. While she had no doubts he would be able to handle himself should something happen, she knew just how crazy that place could be - she was there when it exploded quite literally. Showering quickly to get the sweat off her body, she changed back into her street clothes, attaching her belt and magnums to her waist and thighs before grabbing her jacket and heading out of the locker room to do a quick sweep of the city. The last thing she wanted was for a fellow hunter to die because she failed to fully show them the ropes in their first few days here.
[[Exit to City]]
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Posted: Fri Sep 04, 2009 5:17 pm
Meredith didn't even bother to change out of her navy jeans nor her leather jacket as she made her way into the training room and told anyone who happened to be within the place to simply clear the space and piss off. Everyone realized that she wasn't happy by any means and she knew that she was going to blow her top if she didn't blow off some steam right now so this was the best time to do it. Despite her anger she waited for everyone to leave the training room before she did a quick sweep of the change rooms and ripped her clothes off like no one's business and just let loose. She knew that this beastie was wanting loose and was going to forcefully do so if she didn't allow it some leeway soon so she decided to take the liberty herself and assure that no one was going to be harmed if she did unleash it. In here she was contained and no one was going to get inside until she decided to come right on out. Absolutely NO ONE.
'I knew you'd come to your senses sometime and let me out. It was the logical option, little Eden. I can take your anger and pain away, you won't have to remember it or feel it if you let me take things on for you.'
Meredith was sitting upon a change room bench with a hand on her forehead, beading with sweat as she fought the lycan for control. The young woman was highly appealing in her physique minus her pregnant belly which would have otherwise been a flat stomach that was practically free of fat. Since her transformation Meredith's body had eaten up all of her human muscle and in turn she had become much less bulky in form. The woman was still toned but now her body was that of a gymnast as opposed to that of someone who worked out daily though she still did. Her pin straight black hair with streaks of purple and green here and there dangled over and past her shoulders as her hand remained on her forehead. She wasn't ready to let go just yet, she was too afraid to just let it all go right away because she was angry.
'Shut up. I'm not doing s**t unless I decide to, not you.'
'You know your anger has finally gotten the better of you and I've been patient. Either you unleash me willingly or I will use your anger against you and through it I shall consume you entirely. I'm a channeler of emotions, you should know this by now, it's why you can't just let that pretty temper of yours flare everywhere anymore.'
'That's bull s**t and you know it ... I can control myself without you and I can keep myself in check just fine. I've grown up and learned a few things along the way ... And I can fend you off and resist you.'
'You've still much to learn, young one. Now, am I granted freedom or are you going to cell me up longer so that I, by chance, encounter a hunter and simply forget myself and my restrictions and devour one? You wouldn't want me to help you prove James right now would you?'
Meredith shot up from her seat and angrily made her way toward the exit of the change rooms when she happened to stop in front of a mirror in which she could see her other persona a mere shadow behind her though only within the mirror.
"YOU'RE NOT F--KING KILLING ANYONE! YOU F--KING HEAR ME?!"
She didn't wait for a response and sent a fist straight into the mirror, shattering it to pieces, her hand healing from the horrible cuts and gashes almost instantly.
Something about the woman's stance changed, it was graceful and relaxed and upon her hand healing she looked at it and smiled a sinister smile which did not belong to Meredith and gazed at her hand with pure amusement. And then looked into the remnants of the shattered mirror within which Meredith Jackson gazed out of with horror and disgust.
"Now now. You should know by now that hurting yourself only indebts you to me and brings you that much closer. After all, it is me you rely upon for healing purposes ..."
The wolven persona began licking the blood off of her hand and gently made her way to the door as Meredith's angered screams echoed within her head. She was past that human now and she'd been waiting patiently. Now it was her turn ...
Meredith's body suddenly exploded with fur as pale as the moon herself and her throat let out a gutteral growl of pleasure as the wolf began freeing herself. It was only a matter of moments before Meredith's limbs were replaced with that of the wolf's and the wolf inhaled deeply and took a look around the training room with a wry grin ...
"Now now," the wolf said as it held its paw into the air, the one that'd before been a bloody hand, looking at it with noteable interest and then dismissing the interest by flexing it and grinning, "little Eden the screaming isn't going to hold me back ..."
'Don't worry, your little vampiric boy toy is safe for now ...'
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Eden shook her head groggily as she realized that she was passed out in the middle of the training room floor, luckily with no one in the training room to take note of the fact that she was butt naked. However, the fact that she was naked was not by any means the first thing she realized or registered as she looked up and realized that the training room almost literally had been torn to shreds. The dummies which people practiced with and punching bags had suffered various assaults and bore battle wounds including decapitation, being sliced into two perfect halves, large puncture wounds and claw marks. Her eyes were unable to look away but she continued her inspection of the room and realized that all the walls were shredded up and were embedded with deep gash marks that could have only come from claws. The floor had also been ravaged along with the equipment such as weights being bent to the point they were no longer useable or they were simply snapped in half. Work out benches were shattered in half at the center, no longer standing. It was simply chaos.
Everything came back to her but it was slowly as she pieced the events together so they were no longer a haze of colours and sounds. She realized that she drew a blank on the past little while though she knew full well the cause of such a blank and simply prayed that no one had been hurt while the wolf had been having its fun. However, as she inspected the room she concluded that no one had entered it while she'd been having her spazz attack so everything was probably all good. She stood up and that was when she noticed that she was completely exposed and made her way to the change room completely unabashed about what had happened. As she slipped her navy skinny jeans back on along with her dark emerald green halter top. She shrugged her leather coat over top of the halter top and looked around the change room, cursing as she realized all the sinks had been busted along with the lockers, toilets and bathroom stall doors when she went to check and confirm. Absolutely nothing had been spared, the wolf had made sure of it. Better her training room, though, than any of her hunters.
The hunter leader exited the change room and took one more three-sixty of the entire room laid out before her and decided to make her way to the exit. She popped her head out of the training room and looked around to find that no one was outside the room and decided to walk away as if nothing had happened. Naturally there was a notice posted on the door that the training room was down until further notice but after she dealt with that she simply left. She had already called in some guys to do the job in a week or so so the rest of haven wouldn't be without a training room for too horribly long. Until then, though, the streets would have to be their training room or they could go to a gym and work out there if they really felt they needed to.
(( Exit to City ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 1:03 pm
Heavy bootfall echoed in the halls of Haven, as a black hooded figure made it's way to the training room. The belted figure pushed the door to the training room, and walked inside. He looked around, and walked up to a punching bag. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he covered his right hand with a steel reinforced biker glove, and covered the other hand more calmly.
The figure took a stance, stretching his left leg forward, and bending his right leg; his left arm stretched out, palm up, and his right hand pulled back the right side of his trench coat, and held the belts along with it. The figure stood in front of the punching bag, a spark flashed over his body, as his right leg sped towards the punching bag. The steel reinforced boot met with the punching bag, and electricity surged from the figure into the punching bag, sending the punching bag swinging into the ceiling, causing a resounding THUMP, followed by a cacophony of chain rattling.
The figure nodded in approval, and stood there, thinking.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:08 pm
A growl came ethereally from the figures general area, and his head turned sharply to the door. He'd sensed something. He headed purposefully for the door, and pushed it open quickly, heading down the halls of Haven, again.
[to Infirmary]
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