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 Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:04 pm
[100/100, since I foresee a battle coming.]
Remi was thinking of things Esen kept pushing away from her thoughts constantly. They resurfaced every once in a while, yes, but the green hair had hidden the brain matter that tried to kill temptation every chance it had seen such lures. Of course, it did not succeed all the time.
Right now, she had been doing a pretty good job as she had seen some ashed-over metal boxes that could be labeled 'refrigerators' just from the way they looked. Entering the room with them, she saw a few lumpy-looking things in the handles, and had been confirmed with the feeling of a padlock. "Locked, and it looks like the others are too." It was probably a good thing the doors of the refrigerators were unable to be opened, since it was certainly past a day of not having electricity to run it.
"The only thing I've ate so far?" Esen turned around to look at Remi, who was humming lyrics to a song that she didn't recognize. "I saw a squirrel, and I had a little of that. Something compelled me to attack this guy for food while I was looking for my glasses, and while he fell, I was attacked by some other green girl. Called me a name and tackled me." She lightly lay her head against one of the fridge doors, her head being reminded of the trauma it had took with Fallon.
Esen was not aware of what Remi's plans were, just as Remi wasn't aware until now that Esen's eyes worked well enough to see objects' outlines, colors and light. His hair was blue, and she could see something dark on the neck - not knowing it was the wound Remi received when he died.
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 100-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 11:35 pm
[100/100 – You foresee correctly, my dear.]
He barely glanced when she showed the padlock, and was instead looking about for signs of life. There were not footfalls of coming aid, no passing student who might happen upon him cutting up Esen’s leg to make deli meats, or even a teacher to give him detention for making a bloody mess on the floor.
“Aw..I guess we won’t be sharing a candlelight dinner after all.” Oh Matradee, table for one. A bottle of your finest wine, and how fresh IS the green-haired girl today? He smiled to himself, following her as he crossed past a group of stones to where she was.
“You tried to EAT someone? Now that just seemed a bit strange, now doesn’t it?” He looked her up and down. Now look at this. Eating people was the norm, apparently, and here he thought he was being an original. Then again, if this was a given in this hell-hole, then what he was doing was perfectly natural. Even better, she was probably here to eat him too. She had just eaten a squirrel, but she had been attacked too. The odds were good that he could take her. Plump little darling that she was. Maybe he could find some hot sauce in the cabinets. It does wonders for the complexion, my dear. He smiled at the jokes he was making inside his head.
“Actually, you remind me of a girl I know. I was taken from my bed a while back..” he stepped closer, his fingers fiddling around the handle of the kitchen knife. “…and was thrown in a room with another guy and a girl. The guy managed to escape, but the girl had taken her long fingernails and ripped my throat open. Then, and this is the good part, she ate my stomach out. Actually, it’s much better if I show you!” He threw out his hand and slashed at her, going for her throat.
Order up!
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Game Rated - Lemon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:07 am
[97/100]
"Yes, I tried to eat somebody, but it was not-"
A lunge, and a shiny metal thing. And a nick on the side of her throat, one that, while it stung, likely couldn't rival what Remi just said... that explained the dark spot on his throat. How the hell could he have lived after that - the same way she did?
This was what the Esen who just spoke to him would have thought. That was also the Esen who cared about keeping this side of her away from him, or anyone else, for that matter. It was too late to avoid what had just happened, however; Esen's eyes now showed a fiery hostility. Everything else had her seem like the same person she presented herself to be originally, but actions spoke volumes. "You wanted to do something else earlier with me, and now you do this?" A smile that was quite unlike the usual Esen was given, but it would become a scowl once she embraced Remi, only to purposely claw him at her hardest as she let go.
"Well, all is fair not just in love, but in war also, correct?" Esen's tone was quite dry, as well as astringent.
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 100-sided dice:
74
Total: 74 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:52 am
[97/100 – Aww. They match!]
He recoiled back from her attack, cursing his poor luck. The girl from before, only armed with long fingernails, had easily torn out his throat. Having a knife just seemed to ensure success, but he was mistaken. Stepping back, he held his face where she had clawed back, and though they were not long, they still left red marks on his neck and cheek. There was no element of surprise now, and there was the new addition of having a girl backed into a corner. Dead or alive, primal instinct would make her fight tooth and nail (the later already being done) to make it out of here alive. If she had friends, he didn’t want to be around for when they came.
Sidestepping, he held the little knife in his hands. A clever or a butcher’s knife would have been ideal, but he was left with something as simple as a paring knife. Small, but at least it was still sharp. Luckily it was built to withstand heat and survived the fire.
Remi burst into a quick laugh, more like a burst of hot air that made him hold his throat after. “Oh, I have a better saying. The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Either way, I intend to bit that nice, round thigh of yours.” A white grin flashed, a sharp contrast to his grimy face.
Testing, he lunged again, going for the stomach while keeping his distance. He wanted to eat her, but not wind up being her next meal. The pain of being eaten alive was still fresh in his mind from before, and he was afraid of a repeat.
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Game Rated - Lemon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
76
Total: 76 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 11:54 am
[23/100, Escape attempt being used. If failed, you have my permission to say she's tripped or something has hindered her. 'Good' Esen's thoughts are in smaller font than normal.]
Friends was one thing Esen had a bit of a lack in, Tara being the closest of one at that point. Not that she cared right now. Well, some part of Esen did, but it was usually very easily suppressed by instinct... which would be better described as 'the psycho, defensive side of this girl.'
She could have definitely been described as defensive right now, though; Remi had stuck his knife into her already-existing wound, slicing deeply into the skin so it had made a perpendicular cut. Even though her pictures were blurry, they were still there, and had the sense of touch to match.
Angry Esen was exuding rage in every unnecessary breath she took, and was slowly closing the almost-gone distance between them, intending to kill him...
'Stop it! You killed someone, no need to do so twice!'
The Esen who had been pushed away at first was now ripping control away from her even-more-hotheaded personality, who wanted to kill him, and tried to sprint as best as she could away - then stopped suddenly.
'Why does it matter to you?'
'Because, unlike you, I have a heart!'
'Which won't run unless you eat...'
Starting again, and stopping again, on her way out of the kitchen area. Unless Esen lingered too long or tripped, Remi would have to catch up to his prey. The conflict in her head was becoming pretty heated, though...
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MoonKitsune rolled 1 100-sided dice:
78
Total: 78 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 12:45 pm
[97/100 Poor Esen.]
It wasn’t like cutting through butter, but it did do a good job in creating a long gash across her midsection that unhinged her body and caused blood to spill. Success! His fingers was coated in red, causing him to become distracted. There wasn’t any going after this point. Experience had shown him that once you were cut to that extent, it was only moments before you dropped to the ground and started to die. Well, becoming dead again. Thinking of it that way made it seem hardly bad at all.
It wasn’t as warm as he expected, and he grew hesitant in wondering if he should even be licking his hand in the first place. If he didn’t like it, then he just slashed a girl for no reason. Too late now.
A long lick of his tongue and found it most satisfying. It wasn’t any different than how it tasted before, but while as a human he would have been repulsed to lap up anyone else’s blood, it didn’t bother him at all. Popping the fingers into his mouth, he licked them all as if just finished a greasy bucket of chicken. When that appetizer was gone, his eyes looked about and found that Esen had wandered off. It wasn’t hard to find someone who was bleeding. The large puddles of blood lead the way.
He hummed the little tune as he walked out the door and saw the green-haired girl further off. His grip tightened on the paring knife, sticky with blood. “Well, it’s not a five-star restaurant, but I think we can have our first date here.” Following after, he reached out, went to jab with his knife. Some nice dark meat. Remi snickered.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:07 pm
[way past 0/100, death post]
Esen had stalled a bit too long, it seemed, a blood trail could be found easily. The good side of Esen should have tried harder to wrestle away her other personality when she first noticed it creeping up; the Esen who was much more quick to battle had fought with her as well, and it was when the all-green girl stopped in place that the anger was controlling her body. The person who she first presented herself as was the one who was stabbed in the back in a rather literal fashion.
Remi had used enough force with the paring knife to wedge the whole blade into the right side of it (though her hair obscured the exact location), and would likely have pierced a vital organ if she were still needing most organs; now they were eventually being used for some boy's dinner.
Apparently, the conversation and actions went to the literal sense of 'eating out' someone. It would seem well enough; if Esen came back twice, some organs would likely be lost to him.
She still stood when she was stabbed, and, before falling back toward Remi in a fainting fashion, she was only able to speak one word and mouth another.
"Hope..." If he could see Esen's face closely enough, "I" would have been mouthed. Too bad she could never say what she wanted fully before her death - it was that she would, at least, never come back in this way again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 7:28 pm
The girl dropped into his arms, and he cupped her, releasing the knife to hold her back and slowly kneel as he laid her down. Whatever she wanted to say was not finished, and he kept himself from thinking too much on it. Hope I…meet you in hell? Meet for dinner? Taste good? Whatever it was, he brushed it off and let her pass out into her arms. For a moment, it was actually rather nice having a girl’s head resting in his lap, and in another world, he could see her as a nice girl to share witty comments with and lock arms when going for a stroll. If she managed to wake up again, he might ask her out. What was a bit of cannibalism amongst the undead anyways?
Giggling, he reached over and closed her eyes, smearing blood on her cheeks. “ This is why you should never talk to strangers.” The blue-haired teen wagged his finger in front of the unconscious girl before reaching over and pulling out the knife. With a bit of work, he managed to take her liver and then sampled a few things here and there. Finding that he was done messing with her stomach, he lapped up his fingers and took off her left arm. “Hand in hand.” He whistled as he lifted his prize by the wrist. There were plenty of dirty jokes he could make, but out of a sort of respect for his dinner, he decided not to.
Brushing some of Esen’s hair from her face, he tucked her shirt back down and patted her cheek. “Thanks for the grub.” With that, he hummed his little tune, tucking the arm under his and heading out, but not before breaking off a finger and chewing on it.
“Hey there Little Red Riding Hood. Youuu sure are lookin' good.” He crunched into the finger. “You're everything a big, bad, wolf would want.” The tune echoed down the hallways as he left.
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