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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:53 am
::pulls out his piccolo and fingers the keys::
It's not just her, at this point. It's you. You attacked her...that's rage. And if my hunch is right, none of us can afford to feel anything, anymore.
I was wrong. Powell's not the only one in danger.
::starts playing, softly::
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 10:57 am
*Scowls at Piper.* Well yeah, she's acting like an ignorant little....
*Pauses as Piper starts playing and stiffens.*
*Turns to Piper, eyeing his piccolo.* Bloody hell, Piper. Don't you dare do what I think you're about to do to me.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 11:01 am
::plays louder, weaving a song about sleep. A song about giving up willpower, about not feeling fear or hope or compassion or avarice or love or rage. A song that takes emotions, sticks them in a box under the bed and lets them gather dust. A sad song...
But mostly, a song about sleeping.::
You'll thank me if I'm right. If I'm not...well after few days without feeling anything, maybe you won't break my jaw TOO much.
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 11:12 am
*Her eyes flash at Piper as she feels his song dragging her down onto an emotionless path. She drops the half full glass of blood onto the ground, the glass shatter as it hits. The blood seeping into the surface beneath it.*
*She jumps quickly her hand going to rip the Piccolo from his mouth. A flash of desperation is seen in her eyes as she slowly crumples to the floor. Her mind fighting it, struggling to hold onto at least one of her emotions. Locking it inside her closely. Refusing to give it up.*
*Her eyes blurr as she wavers on her knees. Crashes to the floor beneath her.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 11:28 am
::stops playing and looks down at Chastity::
::sits on the couch, his head in his hands::
I wonder if you can kill a Black Lantern...
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 11:46 am
*Lays sleeping on the floor. Her mind working to override the hypnotic suggestion of Piper song.*
(.............)
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 12:26 pm
You know, I've had my mind screwed with by the finest bastards and manipulators in the universe. You would have thought I would have realized, Creed acting so...
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 12:36 pm
Maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. Damn it, I need to talk to someone...
::slips Chastity onto the couch and covers her up::
If this doesn't hold long enough for you to take him out, it'll be for nothing anyways. Maybe it's time to head back over to the side of angels.
::heads out::
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 12:59 pm
*Continues to sleep deeply as Piper moves her to the couch.*
*One by one her emotions slipping away.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:02 pm
*Walks up and sits up.*
*Looks around the room.*
*Walks over to her trunk and starts digging through it. pulls out some clothing.*
*Walks into the bathroom to shower.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:20 pm
*She steps out of the bathroom, running a towel over her hair.*
*Someone passes the door in the hallway and Chastity freezes. Taking a long sniff of the air. She quickly moves to the door and out into the hallway. Jumping on the innocent meek looking woman and Bites into her neck. Drinking up her blood as her baser instincts take over.*
*Drops the drained human and walks back into the studio apartment.*
*Picks up the towel and starts drying her hair.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:33 pm
*Goes back into the bathroom and starts brushing her teeth.*
*Gets bored half way through and rinses her mouth out. Throwing the toothbrush into the sink. Steps out of the bathroom, throwing the towel onto the couch.*
*Heads out.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 2:43 pm
*Walks back into the studio apartment, her right arm suffering from severe burns and smoking.*
*She turns on the tv, plopping down onto the couch.*
*Props her head up with her injured hand.*
*Flips channels.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 3:55 pm
*Shuts off the tv right when Blade was being drained of blood.* Yeah right....
*Stands up and slips outside of the apartment. Dragging the secretary out the back way of the II building. Chops off her head when she awake the undead and walks around the side of the building.*
*Chas cleans off her hands and sighs.* Yeah....soo...not fun anymore...
*Walks away after throwing away the towel she used to clean off of her hands.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 5:49 pm
::walks in with a bag of groceries and starts loading up the fridge::
::whistles 'Total Eclipse of the Heart'::
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