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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:25 am
Finn could almost see the world white wash as she pulled out her gun in what felt like slow motion as the adrenaline rush hit her brain. She hit the floor just as fast, even though it felt like an eternity for her and she started firing off rounds.
As her half-a-dark vision adjusted to the darkness of the alleyway she took aim and started firing, with all the precision of someone trying to make an ice sculpture with a shovel. She might have adjusted to having only one eye, but she wasn't a straight shooter anymore... and she didn't have to be, wielding a Samaritan with REALLY big bullets. Thankfully she was on her stomach or the kickback from multiple shots would have blown her on her a**.
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?"
She screamed over the roar of the guns.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:34 am
Gunshots. Not completely unexpected, but not exactly thoroughly planned for either. Not on good terms is one thing, but why was she shooting at him?! Ein hit the dirt as bullets streaked by him in what felt like slow-motion. Some impacted the ground while some made metallic dings as they bounced off the piles of metal and other questionable items.
"Why would you want me to?!"
He called over the gunfire, hoping she could hear him. From what he had stitched together in his mind, he knew that they didn't like each other for one reason or another, but trying to shoot him and with the intent to kill, no less, seemed just a little bit extreme! It seemed that women he knew wanting to kill him was a becoming a theme for him.
Wonderful.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:43 am
High tailing it out of there was possibly the worst thing that Ein could have done. Her natural instincts where simple.... pray.... Kill now..... She put her gun away and took after him on all fours like a panther. She barely heard his fearful cries of confusion, as she chased him down.
"You won't get away this time!"
She screeched, leaping out as he hit the end of the row, a corner on this narrow corador and he was forced to slow down for a moment. She pounced, her full intent on ending him right then and there and finally finishing this age long battle.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 1:04 am
He wasn't sure why she wanted him dead, or when he started running for that matter, but he figured it was time to retaliate. Ein started to skid to a halt, pulling out one of his .50 caliber Ambassadors and firing off, which caused him to skid a little bit further than he had intended (gotta love that kickback). It was likely that he missed, but he at least knew that his shot would be more accurate than all six of hers (completely extraneous information on how guns and their design affected accuracy and stuff was kept pristine in his mind, but he couldn't remember what he had for breakfast this morning, how lovely). When he finally stopped, he planted his feet and squeezed off another shot, more steadily aimed this time. The gun's recoil still sent him staggering backward (part of the reason why he was here in the first place, to whip up something that would deal with the shoulder-breaking knockback of these guns), but he was quick on the recovery and was ready to dodge the inevitable leap that this crazy girl would go for.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 1:28 pm
Finn was already in the air when he fired off the first shot, clipping her shoulder as she wound up her pipe for a baseball bat swing. It was pure luck that she didn't get shot in the face and she knew it, so when she landed and Ein took a more steady aim, she held the vary end of her pipe and swung, knocking the gun away and smashing his hand into the gun in the process.
She ran towards him and took another swing, aiming to beat him senseless before he had a chance to recover from his hand being bashed in. It finally kicked in her head that he didn't recognize who she was when she saw the utter confusion written across his face.... Not again.
"How does he keep forgetting me?"
She asked herself as she took another swing at his torso.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 1:50 pm
Damn, this woman was quick! She had managed to avoid taking a bullet to the skull and whipped around fast enough to catch his hand with that pipe she was dragging around. It resounded with a loud metal clang when she walloped his hand, causing him to relinquish his gun, and another clang sounded when she tried to catch him in the side, as he had managed to act quick enough to bring his much tougher, much less squishy arm down to block the hit. It seemed this piece of machinery was good for more than just being a replacement appendage, it was a good impromptu shield as well!
Using the brief opportunity he had between Finn's last swing and the one she would likely make again, he used his free hand to grab the UV arc that rested on the back of his waist. It unfolded and the searing beam of concentrated ultraviolet light and plasma connected the two ends of the arc. This very same beam sliced through the pipe like a hot knife through butter as Ein swung it and took a short hop back to put some distance between him and the girl.
"Why are you so bent on trying to kill me? I think I know we don't like each other, but this is a little...much, don't you think?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 2:05 pm
The odd clanging sound that accompanied her strikes to his arm and torso, it was only when he sliced her bludgeoning weapon in two that she allowed her curiosity to get the better of her. She quickly reached down and grabbed his wrist that kept making the clanging sound, and pulled it towards her so she could see just how he still had two arms still.
She tore apart the sleeve and glove, and quickly regretted it. The silver-and-something alloy burned to the touch, not enough to make her want to quite let go though. She had tore his arm off once, and he took her eye for it... She wanted it to stay off.
Just as she was about to tear the offending limb off he asked her why she was trying to kill him.... What an air head!
"MY NAME IS FINN!"
She shouted, giving his arm a good yank in an attempt to free it from wherever it was attached.
"And.... don't... you... forget... IT!"
she shouted, still trying to yank off his arm yet again, making more progress with each progressive wrenching pull.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 4:44 pm
Having your arm removed from your body is a very unpleasant experience, as Ein could tell anyone from experience if they asked, so he was thankful that this artificial limb of his was extremely well-attached. That didn't stop it from being uncomfortable when it was yanked on. The name that was trying so desperately to connect loose ends in his brain was being repeatedly shoved aside with each pull the girl gave. What did she find so fascinating about his arm that made her want to tear it off? That may have been all well and good for her, but he kind of still needed it. Seeing as how she was so preoccupied with trying to separate his arm from his body—and he had the most nagging sensation that this was something she had done before—it wasn't very difficult to pull out his other gun and point it dangerously close to where her face was with a threatening glare on his face.
"...Kindly release my arm, as I'd be more than happy to shoot you if you don't."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:08 pm
It began with two notes from a guitar. Then a howl filled the air, it classic yet unique, as the guitar would continue again, playing Wings Wetted Down by Blue Oyster Cult. Wolf was back. As the howl died away, Wolf had his head down, moving accordingly to the music. It would change as he'd look up to sing. Although his voice was not perfect for the song, it still worked well.
"Flights of black horseman... Soar over churches... Pursued, by an army, of birds in the rain."
He'd play another verse, then continuing.
"None of them can see the clouds, the polished wings don't care. Animal ways through the hazy dreams full of pain.
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Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground...
It all turns around.... In the end... Enndd... Yeeeaahhh..."
Wolf would play again, the same verse from before.
"The voices sound deadly, sometimes I hear... Echoes of empires, spread throughout the sky.
Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground...
It all turns around... In the end... Eennndd... Yeeaaahhh..."
After a repeated verse, Wolf would begin the guitar solo. Swaying with his head back down again, as he'd drag out a particular spot in it, as it'd seem to return to normal. However, it would pick up again into a solo, and although it wasn't as ridiculous as previous ones, to him it was just as great. He'd lift up his head after a bit.
"Flights of black horseman, soar over churches
Pursued by an army of birds in the rain!"
He'd play extra a little.
"Wings wetted down! It all turns around!"
It would all be continued, as Wolf's guitar rang out.
"It all turns around!
... In the end! Ennnddd! Ennnddd!"
Wolf would play the end as smoothly as he did the rest. His hair had grown dirty again, and was even longer than before, as it would be nearly below his ears. His leather jacket seemed to be a different shade of black. The shirt he wore seemed to be turning gray. Wolf's skin was rough and cracked in some places. It also seemed to have a shade of dirt, if it were possible. Numerous extra scratches, cuts, and bruises dotted his skin. Yet that was not all that changed.
Wolf's eyes had taken on a different look. Although they were still brown, they seemed to be deeper in a sense. They were more cautious than before, yet they'd have fierceness behind everything. Knowledge filled up the gaps, as did secrets and lies. However, his eyes could change in an instant. They closed.
His guitar, however, looked out of place. It looked better than before, with seemingly new strings and the color brought out. It was entirely black, with a hint of red flames on the sides. The once crudely attached katana was now replaced by a bayonet. The guitar spoke of change. It didn't lie.
Wolf paused in his current stance. His eyes closed, his head pointing toward, his hands still on his guitar. Seemingly frozen in time, Wolf fit with his surroundings more than ever. He remained still, even though he knew no one else would arrive. They rarely did. He had grown accustomed to being alone. Wolf was preferring it.
Other beings bring such drama...
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 12:39 pm
Wolf contemplated suicide before. The voice of Blue Oyster Cult spoke to him. Live for me. He needed a walk in the park. Turning swiftly, leaving his guitar hanging by his neck, he'd walk out. Wolf's steps had more meaning, and he walked quicker then usual. He slipped out a black fedora from inside his jacket, his brow slightly narrowed as Wolf put it on and tipped the hat down just enough so that it would obscure his eyes fully if he moved his head accordingly.
((Exit:Central Park))
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 1:42 pm
Wolf walked in, just managing to keep Jagger up while still moving at a decent pace. "Welcome to this Lycan's home." He said with a slight chuckle at himself. "It certainly is not the best... But it'll do, considering your condition." Wolf looked around for his true home in the Junk Yard. Spotting it, he heaved over to the trailer and set Jagger down inside of it. "There..."
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 1:57 pm
Jagger looked around,a smile on her face. She liked it. It held a nice homie feeling and reminded her of the hut she used to live in as a human. "It's just fine...I'm afraid I'll get blood all over your things though." she said,and with drooping eyes she looked down at her bloody torso.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 2:10 pm
Wolf set Jagger down on a nearby chair, then quickly looked around. "Well, if we have a cloth we can help stop the bleeding." He looked at her. "Unless all you need is some rest." Wolf managed a smile. "You alright there?" He wondered what would become of them. As long as it's for the better...
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 2:23 pm
Jagger gently pulled on her shirt,not liking the feel of it. "I need to shower and get these clothes off.." she quietly said,feeling another cough full of blood coming. Her breathing was heavy as she struggled to her feet,but not succeeding. "This isn't good..." she panted,looking at her weakening body.
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 2:35 pm
Wolf looked at Jagger. "Well, I hope you can do those things yourself. It'd be kind of awkward otherwise..." He then looked at her, then the nearby bathroom. Wolf quickly grabbed Jagger, and half-carried her to the bathroom, where he let her down near the toilet. "Geez Jagger. What did you do to yourself?" Wolf said as he took a step back.
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