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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:02 pm
As he swung the fatal swipe, he felt the biting tear of teeth in his thigh. This threw his swing off and he only managed to deeply gouge her shoulder, which saved her from an untimely death. The tiger roared painfully and sank his teeth hard into Zzeill's other shoulder. When he could stand the pain in his thigh no longer, he withdrew his fangs and rolled off, detaching her fangs from his flesh. He got to his feet, breathing heavily. The tiger's body was beginning to wear down from the prolonged battle. By the time the wound had healed, he had already lost a lot of blood, and his yellow eyes were starting to cloud over. But the tiger still kept going. Blood dripping from his jaw and fangs, he roared at Zzeill. One of them was going to go down soon, the tiger refused to be that one but Ein hoped with all his being that that's what would happen.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:14 pm
Arjana looked at the many inhabitants, bright lights, endless hustle and bustle of New York with great anticipation, fore she knew, that there was an entirely different universe below the buzz of this temporary mortal's fast life. She was finally able to dwell within the Underground confines of this large city, and able to free herself from her one year observational stupor in which she blended in like a well-versed chameleon within the populace, studying the ways that modern society intrigued and entertained these restless, but interesting humans.
It often reminded Arjana of her previous life and especially her pseudo-father, Waitrey, whom she grew so much attached to those long decades ago and the handful of people who actually knew her, but were now deceased. This may have saddened her for a moment, but she still pressed on amazed by the starless sky and the achievements that she witnessed throughout the armistice of her existence thus far.
So different, I am still so amazed even after all these centuries...
She walked brisquely, keeping pace with her dark quarry trying to discern aura from aura; her outfit conspicuous enough to match that of the Japanese-Egyptian fashion statement that didn't elicit any responses from any bystanders who looked just as drastic.
The tips of her fingers prickled with a brief excess of energy, shivers running up and down her spine.
This is only the tip of the iceberg, she thought as she looked at some of the nightclubs mortals went into with much curiousity, but she was here to find a way into the Tainted hideout and was having much trouble, even after the acclaimed 2006 October Bash. This event is what jolted her system, knowing that there was a greater meaning to the party in question, a statement or bout of power to inflate someone's reputation. And then immediately persons go missing from out of nowhere, oh yes, she remembered the investigations that were announced in the newspapers and on New York News.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt something peculiar, as if something or most likely someone was watching her.
Surveillence...,Arjana brushed the thought off, hiding her own peripheral essence from any enhanced senses besides her own.
She stood still for a few minutes, surveying her surroundings. She wasn't tall, but she was just right in height, her chestnut locks flowing behind her back freely displaying her exotic facial features and blazoned complexion of tanned terracotta. Her brilliant eyes giving off a flash of an ethereal glow of shining copper, her curves chiefly aquitted with her slightly revealing clubbing outfit, that hid enough to let onlookers guess at her voluptuous figure. Her ivory and bullion sequenced tattoes on her hands and feet accented the overall feel of her clothes and white and gold painted fingernails showing off her zeal. Arjana's plump luscious lips formed into a smile as she breathed in the scent of out-of-whack normalcy.
She couldn't help the tingling fear that electrified the base of her skull and sent goosebumps all over her flesh, she kept on walking using slight tendrils of her third eye to seek out others like herself.
Friendly, or non-hostile I hope...
{{Exit to Demon Ties: Bar for the Damned}}
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:24 pm
The gouge in her shoulder was easy enough to block from her mind, she had known it was coming. The teeth in her shoulder caused a reflextive clenching of the jaw... which was currently lodged in his thigh, so he only really succeeded in making her bite harder. Not being able to move away when the pain in her shoulder was too much she could only bite and wiggle. Feeling the relief of weight that came with the beingings of him rolling off her she opened her jaw enough to let him go without tearing his flesh further. Blood loss was effecting them both now, even with her increased healing in this form, he had held the wound open long and blood oozed from the bite marks in her shoulder. She laid on the ground for but a moment, almost to give up, but thought better and got up, staggering and holding her powerful hind legs apart some to keep her aching body standing, tail hung limp behind her.
"Come on wolf, just push a bit harder."
Rang the human voice in the back of the lycans mind. The lycan nodded, throwing herself to all fours.
"You got it."
Called the lycan back to the human, speaking in an unheard conversation in the wolven skull. Charging in a blind fury she tackled the tiger, knocking him, and herself, from the roof down toward the street below.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:37 pm
The two flew off the rooftop and down the crowded street below, smashing into the roof of a taxi. Sure must suck to be whoever it was in that taxi. The last impact knocked the breath out of the tiger, taking the rest of the fight out of it. A few rooftops lay in shambles, two destroyed cars, a smashed bus, and a lot of casualties. As the creature's mind retreated in exhaustion and defeat, Ein easily took over again. The tiger's massive body regressed back into Ein's human form, shirtless, vestless, shoeless, with only his dark-materialed pants mostly intact. Since Ein's body wasn't accustomed to the heightened healing he had experienced during his zoanthrope form, the wounds he had received reopened and bled freely. On top of that, he was unconscious. In pain and unconscious, he would've smiled if he could.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:51 pm
Landing with the crunching sound of the taxi being smashed she ened up falling off of him and the taxi and onto the street next to him. Breathing heavy as the wolf laid on the street she wanted to just sleep, to drift off and let whatever happen happen. Inside Zzeill pushed the feral wolf aside and took back control of the body, eyes slipping back to human blue. Getting up with a grunt of aches and open wounds that were busy mending she looked about, spying Ein back in human form on the car roof. Picking Ein up and throwing him gently over the furred shoulder she began to speed off, stopping by a store to steal some things for mending before doubling back real quick to pick up her hat coat and gun she had dropped earlier. Then up a building it was and off to the graveyard as quick as possible... with free flowing wounds and only eight pints of blood in a human body she had to hurry.
((Exit Graveyard))
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 10:19 pm
Ein entered the busy streets of New York City, hand-in-hand with Zzeill. The fact that he was half-naked, clad only in pants, and that Zzeill was completely bare save for her top hat and fully-concealing trenchcoat drew many stares from passersby, who whispered and pointed. Ein couldn't really care less what they thought. All he knew is that he needed to get to the tailor's. The building was a quaint little place, terribly incongruous with the rest of the city, though. It was an old 90s-style building which looked more like a house than anything. Inside, there were rows and rows of clothes to choose from. Behind the counter stood a man about an inch shorter than Ein, and had jet black hair. He was clad in a Vegas dealer's outfit minus the visor. He was actually where Ein got the idea of wearing such a getup. The man recognized Ein instantly.
"Hey, Ein, how can I—what the bloody hell happened to you, mate?"
The tailor had a look of shock on his face when he saw how Ein was bandaged up. It was amusing listening to the man talk. Being both British and Australian, the man had both of the accents, as well as the unique vocabulary words.
"Hey, Leo. Gotta skip the formalities. Think you could make me another vest?"
The man nodded, and grinned.
"Sure, I could. Who's your lady-friend?"
Ein looked at Zzeill, wondering if she wanted to introduce herself or not.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 10:34 pm
Walking with Ein she looked only to him and ahead of them, quite aware of what onlookers were saying to them. Looking over the building when they arrived she wondered where they were, not having been here before. Shrugging she entered with Ein, keeping hold of his hand as they walked toward the back looking on the man when he came to view. His outift made her smile, though she probably wasnt one to talk. Letting them speak between each other she took in the mans scent. Realizing she was being spoken of she looked at the man.
"I am Zzeill, Z for short if thats too hard."
She replied, using her free hand to pull the brim of her hat down slightly in greeting. Smiling she looked up to Ein.
"He's about as mixed as you are isnt he? Too many different scents with you people."
She said, lieing about being able to smell two scents on Leo as Ein had the only distinctive one. She guess he was British/Australian by his voice.
"Um, not to be rude in this conversation, but do you have anything I could wear?"
She asked Leo, looking down at her jacket buttoned to her knees.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 7:20 am
Leo looked Zzeill over with his sharp eyes. Sizing her up, one would say. He had a natural talent of being able to tell people's measurements just by looking at them, which is what made him the best tailor in NYC.
"Hm..."
Leo mumbled to himself about good choices of clothing, looking at the rows of clothes and back to Zzeill. He smiled.
"Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. Now, just by looking I can tell that you're strong, most likely not one to wear girl's clothes. No dresses or anything, am I right? The back two rows should have the clothes you're looking for. Feel free to explore elsewhere."
Leo shifted his attention to Ein.
"So, you need another vest. I can't fathom why, but from the looks of things, you need a new pair of boots. Tsk tsk tsk. What did you do to the first ones I made you?"
Ein had to laugh at that. The tailor was a funny one, it was always hard to guess his attitude.
"Long story. So, you'll make them?"
Leo nodded.
"Anything for a friend. You ain't getting them for free this time, though."
Before Ein could protest, Leo continued.
"The first ones were gifts. Apparently you've destroyed those. So, you're not getting off the hook, this time. I'll give you a discount, though."
Ein shrugged. He was just glad that he was getting a new vest and boots. Nodding to Leo, who moved into the back room to start the work, Ein went to one of the rows of clothing and pulled out a dress shirt almost identical to the one he had worn before. Very little variety with him. Call him a creature of habit.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 7:54 am
Bridget Came to NYC; in November, wearing second hand clothes that she had stole to keep warm or the sensation of being cold. She had escaped and made her way back...parts of her memories were foggy at best.
All she could put together was the excrusheateing pain she had felt, the
cell and the guard who let her out...then there was the killing lots of killing to regain her freedom.
Her hair had grown and it was dirty from sleeping out in barns if she was lucky; mostly it was on the ground. She had learned that she could only stand the sunlight continuosly for 2hrs before she got burned and had to seek shelter. "Well; that pretty much sucks." Bridget had thought but she quickly adapted to the situation. She made a beeline straight line to where
the old Brown Stone hand had been.
(exit to residential district)
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 9:49 am
Bridget walked thru the cold nite feeling almost like herself.... the drugs in her system used to keep her sleepy and docile were just about worn off.
She notice the clear sky and the stars...it had been sort of like this when
she was taken.
6 months they had her using her like an expendable lab rat, only they had no clue what they had created in the lab. And Mr. Symthe was there that she clearly remembered; the 'b*****d' had been the head man on the Nemisis Project and now he was head of Project Promethious; that was twice he had stripped her of what little humanity was left. She would get even with him sometime later but not today.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 5:11 pm
Zzeill looked right back at Leo, though her eyes didnt move over him as his did to her. No, they looked right at him. Shaking her head as he spoke he was right about the no dresses thing, an amazing feat considering she hadnt opened her mouth but twice and that wasnt anything to judge by either. Turning to look at the place he had indicated she listened in on their conversation, turning to Ein at one point.
"See if he can make it stretchy."
She suggested before heading back to the clothes racks, shifting though the clothes as she went along. Pulling out a pair of black colored pants as she went she looked for a shirt, wanting at least those two articles of clothing untill she got home to fetch her own. Pulling out a simple red T-shirt she draped the clothes over her arm and wandered over toward Ein, looking aimlessly at the clothes as she moved. Stopping next to Ein she looked about the store, again passing time aimlessly till Leo had Ein's vest done and ready to go. Looking back at Ein's choice of clothing she smiled, laughing slightly.
"Not much viriaty with you is there?"
She jested, pushing his arm softly.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 8:56 pm
Bridget walked slowly down the empty streets of boarded up houses and stores wondering how alive this area used to be in another time. Then she heard it; the soft scuttling of feet coming from behind and from the side,
she was being followed by maybe 6 or 7 people. Bridget continued to walk
letting those people following make thier move before she would react.
She didn't have long to wait right an intersection they made thier move encircling her... they were armed with bats, chains, and maybe a few pistols. "Well what do we have here boys...looks like the little lady got lost;
what say we help her on such a cold nite." said the man Bridget figured out to be thier leader. Bridget guaged the distance of each and everyone
of the men surrounding her. "I'll give you one chance to back off ... so take it and live" replied Bridget. She was met with laughter. And like a wolf pack closed the circle around her... Bridget moved lightning fast and had cleared he two Glocs 9mm from her holsters and fired at four of the gang hitting them in the in their legs. Of the other three one ran for it and the other two pulled pistols and fired...thier bullets bouncing of her pyshic
shield. She put a round in the head leaving the leader and him she caught
his eyes and penetrated his mind; "lower your weapon and stand still."
was Bridget's command.
Bridget slowly walked up to the leader and she could sense the fear in him as he strugggled to break free. The thing that he notice most was her eyes were black; darker than anything he ever had seen. Bridget moved around
him slowly...touching him ever so gently then she struck using her fangs.
She drew blood thus making the connection and drained him totally of his
psyhic energy and emotions and he collapsed to the road. After him she slowly went one by one to each man she had shot and drained them also leaving them as they lay. They weren't dead technically their hearts still beat and
Bridget didn't take that much blood from anyone... they just didn't have thier minds anymore. And she was sure come the morning 6 males would be found dead of exposure. Right now Bridget reveled in the emotions and psyhic energy she had...it had been to long since she came close to this feeling the way she was...not since her escape.
She continued her walk leaving the bodies to die and she hummed a cadence she knew from the Army. Two blocks later she hailed a taxi and got in. "Where to Miss?" asked the cabbie. "I feel like eating... take me to the best restaurant there is for apple pie and milk; cold as it can get." The cabbie said "I just happen to know where that is." and he headed further into the city.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 9:59 pm
Ein chuckled at Zzeill's comment.
"Not much. Call me a creature of habit."
He folded up the shirt and placed it on the front counter. Ein rang the little bell on the front desk, the signal for Leo to come out. Rather, his voice was heard from the back room.
"What's up?"
Ein called back to him.
"Think you could make the vest and boots out of the same material, but more stretchy? I'll be needing that feature."
Leo chuckled from the back room.
"Yeah, it'll cost you extra, though."
Not like Ein cared. After Leo was finished with what he was doing, selecting the right material and all that, he came out to the front desk. He held out his hand, palm up, to Ein.
"All right, hand 'em over."
Ein only stared at him, like he had gone crazy or something.
"Come again?"
Leo shook his head.
"Your pants, nimrod. Give 'em here. I'll patch 'em up for your, free of charge."
Ein really didn't feel like walking around in his drawers, so he held up a finger.
"Hold that thought, I'll go find some extra pants. I'm half-naked enough as it is, I don't need to be walking around in my skivvies."
With that, Ein went to the section of clothing that was entirely pants, and selected a pair of black slacks. He visited the changing room momentarily, and then came out with his tattered pants over his arm. He set them on the counter as Leo grinned so wide, it looked like his face was in danger of breaking.
"Man, you should've seen your face. I wish I had a camera."
Leo laughed heartily as he took Ein's pants into the back room and began his work. Ein took the folded-up shirt from the counter and put it on, mumbling. The Anglo-Aussie was a real card when he wanted to be.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 4:19 am
Shaking her head she walked up to the counter a pace behind Ein, setting her items of choice down as well before leaning against the counter. When Leo asked for Eins pants she held back a laugh, which ended up coming from her nose. Biting her finger as Ein walked away she giggled untill he returned, stopping for a moment to take a sudden intrest in the counter. Following Leo back with her eyes she looked back up to Ein, smiling as well.
"Actually he had a point, your face was pricless."
She said. She actually wanted to ask questions about Leo, but knew when to keep her mouth shut and when to talk, though she didnt play that well sometimes. Looking at Ein's bandages she grumbled to herself... they would need to change those soon too, and she would need to take a look at the stiches she made as well.
"Hey Ein... do any of your injuries hurt?"
She asked out of the blue, unaware she had heal them slightly just before she passed out herself.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 6:18 am
The cabbie pulled up to a 'greasy spoon'.. "Best damn place for apple pie
and cold milk" "Come on I'll get introduce some of the gang while you get you pie." Bridget'd eyes had returned to jade green for which she gave
thanks for. Bridget followed the cabbie in and noticed this must be the place where all the cabbies ate; they grabbed a table and sat down. A few
minutes later a woman in a uniform and had a name pin on her chest came
over. "What will it be tonite Saul?" asked the waitress. I'll have the usual and this lady here would like some of your apple pie with a side order of ice cream." The cabbie winked at Bridget and said innocently "What's so bad with ice cream..if you don't want it i'll take it."
A few minutes later the waitress came back with apple pie, ice cream, and
a glass of cold milk. Bridget said thank you and started to eat... Gods was this pie was good especially with the ice cream and milk; infact after the first one she ordered another slice just like the first. Bridget payed her bill
and Saul's; and wished everyone a good nite and left the dinner. It had been nice just to talk to people without sizing them up as her next meal.
Bridget memorized the street address. OK Saul take me to the clothing store for chic women go... there is a fifty in it for you if you get there before it shuts down.
Bridget was still riding the high from the gang members and when Saul pulled over he had to almost had to shake her to bring her back to the present. Saul got his fifty dollar tip and a thanks for his assistance got out of the taxi and went into the store.
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