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 Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 4:30 pm
Mysterious-Wanderer She did not want to see the reaction on Eihwa's face when she spoke her name aloud, and thusly did not look. She looked back at Eihwa when she heard her apologize. "No need to apologize, I've been around it enough with all the factories and such in this city. It can be very ugly at times."She spoke in a calm manner, her eyes back in front of herself, her eyes dancing across the scene in front of her. She sighed heavily, her concerns blocked off in a mental clog. She continued to circle her fingers around the noose in her back pocket. ~ Eihwa smiles and nods before inquiring about the object in her back pocket. "What's that you've got there?" She prepares herself for what might be a weapon but instinct suggests otherwise. Nevertheless she decides to remain on low alert with this creature until she can decifer the girl's true intentions. They continue along until they come to a Starbucks in the more ritsy part of town, a good several blocks from the Coven. Eihwa considers limiting her range to the cafe, her skills have improved but there is far more for her to learn. ~
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 6:16 pm
Sebastien Cross He hammered down on the gas and the hearse sped off. A few quick moments later as well as a few traffic violations they were at an old police precinct. "Home sweet home." Simon said as he backed the car into the garage and closed the massive steel door behind them. Jonah had just arrived in New York, as he hefted his duffle bag he left the subway and headed up the stairs to the street. As people pushed by him to get through. He heard the squeeling of tires as he looked down the street at an old hearse barrelling up the street continuing on passed him. "Well looks like Romero's here too!" Jonah said as he sighed and headed off towards the old precinct that the hearse backed into. As he arrived infront of the entrance to the old station he could hear the clattering of Romero unpacking the car. He tried the door, but it was locked. He stepped down from the entrance and banged on the garage door, "Romero! you drunkin b*****d! hurry up and open the door!" Jonah called out as he waited for his response.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 6:10 am
She barely noticed she was fumbling the rope in her back pocket. She seemed to be very distracted of late. "Hm? This?" She pulled the noose from her pocket, the old, blood stained, rope dangling from her finger tips as she looked at it. "This is the noose I hung my siblings with." She told Eihwa, her mouth opening into a large grin filled with sharp teeth. "There were eight." She recalled her memory of her oldest brother, dangling there by a tree branch. Mikly was the hardest to catch and kill, of course, but she had always been the strongest in the family. She closed off the mental picture again and glanced at the noose once more. "I don't know why I took it."
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 9:40 am
~ Eihwa's hazel eyes light upon the noose and eat at the unwashed knot, stains that carry with them a pungnant aroma of death. That death intrigues her to the point of questioning why.
She knows it might be a touch too personal for the sharp-toothed woman, but Eihwa inquires with a soft undertone. "Why would you kill your siblings?" ~
. o O ( Sorry it's short, I have to go to work. )
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:54 pm
The noose in her pocket swayed slightly with her movement. She sighed as the question was asked, her eyes dull and yellow for a moment. "I do not tell my subjects of my personal life." Her voice was soft and warning, as if she was protecting her own life. "Would you tell me if I asked of your parents or siblings, and what became of them?" Again the image of her brother hanging from the tree branch occured to her. Her mind was open now, the image clearly visable to anyone who wished to look upon it. That was the only of her bretheren that she had a mental picture of hanging, that death was only a few years ago. It took her long indeed to track him down, just as he had said that fatefull day of hide and seek gone wrong.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:59 pm
His form becomes a slow misty outline in the alleyways of the city. His breath a cold death testament to the lifeblood of it's people. His shining eyes a defiant outburst against the bonds of it's society.
He rises from the ashes of a forgotten legend, takes solace in the heat of the eternity he lives, and refutes punishment through the will of his iron barrels.
Astande The fear was back in town. And soon, there woulden't be a soul living or undead amongst the powers that could deny it.
His howl shakes loose the city's warm comfort. And those walking this night turn pale through the haze of renewed fear.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 8:32 pm
~ Eihwa's mind grazes the edges of the woman's flashback and quickly retreats due to her earlier comment respectively. Before long she issues a turnaround and begins to head back toward the Coven, "Please excuse my rudeness, I didn't mean to intrude." whether or not the lycan follows is checked upon when Eihwa glances back. ~
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 8:50 pm
The night wraps around his shoulders like a cool jacket, the thirst dropping from his mind as the body drops from his hands. A simple woman, looking for company. They were the best for a quick fill.
He exits the alleyway, his skin flush and alive. His eyes something more...
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 12:10 pm
*I watch people walkin the streets from my apartment window thinkin that how can these pathetic creatures tear at each other when they could settle their differences in another manner but i'm not them and their not me so it doesn't concern me i turn away from my window and look a my wooden wardrobe someone walked by my door probably the clerk. That annoying b*****d always came by at 6:00 in the morning askin me if i need room service.
I always tell him to go away and he does but he keeps comin back every day, i walk over to my wardrobe and open it my M60 lay upright with its new green laser on the side of it i pull it out and pressed the hoist against my shoulder the weight of it never change and the barrel still seemed to be intact from the last fight for some reason the barrel always heats up after 100 shots but it never melts nor breaks off. I take off the cover to my scope and check the lense to see if theres and smuges on it, the lense were clean.*Seems like its in good shape.*I place it back in my wardrobe upright like it was before and closed it.*
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 3:56 pm
Eihwa ~ Eihwa's mind grazes the edges of the woman's flashback and quickly retreats due to her earlier comment respectively. Before long she issues a turnaround and begins to head back toward the Coven, "Please excuse my rudeness, I didn't mean to intrude." whether or not the lycan follows is checked upon when Eihwa glances back. ~ She turned with Eihwa, her mind reacting to the intrusion by giving her a little jolt of curiosity. She blinked as Eihwa apologized, her face slightly shocked. "You need not apologize to me. You seem to be too sorry. No offence." She spoke with a strange assertiveness that was missed in her last words. "Where is it that you wish to go? You turn with much intention. Prehaps you should not be leading a lycan so close to vampiric grounds." Her eyes had narrowed slighlty, the green orbs sparkling at Eihwa from her side. For some reason, she felt extremly short, though they were about the same height. She sighed. She always seemed to want to track the cocky ones, either that or the woman's mind was far more developed than her's. Though her own mind was nothing to scoff at.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 8:02 pm
~ Eihwa stops and considers her statement before turning to a bench and setting herself upon it. She's sick of walking anyhow.
"I have no doubts that if you know where it is, you've been there before already."
With nimble fingers she finds herself a cigarette, quite the task really without a purse. . . or a pack of smokes for that matter, but her focus refines the taste and texture of her favorite brand and eager digits soon locate the filter. Eihwa plucks the smoke from the bench on her left and lights it with a lighter she keeps in her pocket, an orange lighter.
In a voice laced with quiet odes to death she speaks a meager sentence; "If I may cut to the chase.. What are your intentions?"
The lycan was a tough cookie to crack as her thoughts never really involved Eihwa directly - wherein they could be violent and suggest a clear killing motive. ~
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 9:07 pm
Val hated cities. Everything smelled of metal, glass, and the pungent fumes of tar and chemical waste. Rotting food, empty anti-depresent bottles, cigarette buds and booze slimed the streets and medal bins but it was the stench of the very veins of the city that overwhelmed the olefactory glands-- human waste in varying sates of decay, old condoms, vomit, and coagulated menstral blood flowing in an endless deluge barely disguised by the thick concrete beneath his feet.
Val stoped after a few unsteady blocks and leaned against a chain-link fence to try to adjust and deaden his senses to this new environment. The citieis bombardment of sound coupled with the stench could drive an animal to madness. The woods were much nicer but the dollies liked the city, needed the city. Like pestulance they were attracted to this loud riot of thick smelling filth.
It didn't take long to find them. They were everywhere, seductively luring the children to come play with them in the darkness.
Watching their feeding, their playing, Val's teeth began to lengthen in his mouth, his tongue lolled playfully out of his mouth. Wagging a bushy black tail he loped along, still mostly man, from shadow to shadow idly wondering which dolly he would play with tonight--
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 9:33 pm
~ Eihwa exhales the third of surely several drags in a cloud of smoke aimed just above her head; her manners refused her otherwise. Perhaps she was too apologetic to this woman, perhaps she should just sink into the apathetic hole her anxiety had worn into her brain over the years.
The young woman shrouds her ponderings in a swathe of indifference as she smokes, sitting on a street bench next to a Lycan.
The Deathdealer blood that Rogue had passed to Eihwa curdles mildly within her veins, withheld by a greater sense of tact and observance.
When she finishes the cigarette her fingers twist the tobacco from the paper and toss the filter into the trash, all the while her "bubble" of focus squeezes around the female and expands to a circumference(?) of twelve feet. ~
. o O ( Yeah, that sucked a**.. Sorry )
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 10:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 10:47 pm
~ Eihwa's thus far obscure demeaner is broken by a mischevious grin while her smoke is pressed against her lips. She considers the sport her Lycan cohort seems to have implied and wonders if the whole thing will be tactfully thought-out. Could be a good chance to stretch her skills, she's always been one for sport.
"Ahh, a challenge then? I appreciate the advance notice as opposed to simply jumping me when we first met, this should prove rather interesting."
A duel as it were? A tactical game of chase perhaps..
Eihwa places the cigarette between her lips and leaves it there, exuming an aura of businesslike proportions. The rules are to be laid down and a date of trial shall be set.
"Shall we discuss this?" A long column of ash falls onto the concrete below them and the normally hazel eyes that rest against the Lycan, are shaded with more brilliant greens. ~
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