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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:03 pm
Miya turned around on a whim and cursed loudly.
"God damnit. The same friggin' slayer from earlier!"
She swung around before entirely entering the cubby hole, and she pushed a large unit infront of the enterance, concealing it from view.
"HEY. SLAYER! OVER HERE!"
She scaled over the garbage again and located the S.O.B near the front gate.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:03 pm
Sitrel spun around, "Meko?" he said, "Meko! what are you doing here?" he said, surprised he'd meet someone he knew in a place like this, "hold that thought!" as he looked at the new arrival,
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:06 pm
"This is bad there is going to be a fight." She rolled her eyes. "Cant we just get along?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:07 pm
Miya leaped over an old rusted car, landing right behind the man.
"Hey, jerk. I believe you left a half-re-dead mess infront of my apartment earlier."
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:07 pm
Syphax's muscles tensed, he picked up his razor. It was emblazoned with a snake, like his coat of arms. He slunk to a conner, his heart pounding. Noone had ever found him before. Noone. He hissed up to Miya. "Why are you here? Who are you?" His voice was cold and peircing, like a knife left in snow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:08 pm
Sitrel smiled, this time, an evilish grin, "so, the vampire I killed died infront of YOUR apartment?" he said,
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:09 pm
"I think thats a no." She said in a low voice.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:13 pm
Miya chuckled.
"Killed it?
No you moron- you stunned it. Your bullets were strong but no strng enough to kill something thats already dead.
I finished the job."
She tapped her foot impatiently.
You must belong to that S.O.B coven. Killing vamps for no bloody reason? Who the f*** are you anyways? Why are you around here?"
Her temper wasn't in control. She didn't like senseless or half-finished kills.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:14 pm
Sitrel turned his entire body towards her, he hands in his pockets, "Coven? I don't belong to any Coven whatsoever, that vamprie attacked ME in the hopes of getting an easy meal, sadly, i'm not a light drink," he joked, "So if you think I kill vampires for fun, your sadly mistaken,"
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:17 pm
Yukia stopped at the front gate to listen. Her ears perked up when she heard a noise and she ran quickly and quietly. She stopped behind a low stack of cars and watched with patients. Her mind scanning everyone and everything around her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:18 pm
"Sigh" Looks around i guess i have to wait till the fight over. She sits on the hood of a car. "ok lets get this over with."
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:20 pm
Syphax silently slipped through the shadows, using every sound they made to his advantage. He saw a woman, human, standing and arguing with another human, male, over some vampires life. He heard the man speak of inferiority, and he snapped. He jumped from behind the man, and put the razor to his neck. "You had better shut your mouth, little man, or else I will deal with you. You may go to Hell for it, but I asure you, An eternity with Bealzebub and his minions will be nothing compaired to five minuets with me... and this pencil." A wooden point was now pushing against his neck.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:21 pm
Miya laughed- loudly.
"Fight him? Darling, cleaning up human blood is a hassle and it calls the vamps out to play. I don't want to end up as a snack thanks."
She chuckled again, surveying the man she could easily beat up. Dis-arm him, take him down. Running with vampires has its perks. You learn to fight. Well. Without weapons.
"You're hunting and I know it. I won't let you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:22 pm
Sitrel was surprised for a second, then, with lightning reflexs and ears of training, he dived under attackers grip, shatering the pencil and jumping onto a pile of crumpled cars, "you were saying, big man?" he said, unsmiling, a small drip of blood ran from his neck where the pencil had scratched.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 3:23 pm
"Ok so is there a fight or not" She looks around.
((be right back in ten minute))
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