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B3autiful_trag3dy Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:10 am
She falls to the ground, the man walking over to stare at her,
"What do you want?" She chokes out. He laughs sinisterly,
"Oh nothing, I just thought, I could have a little fun," he says cruelly, stroking her hair. She quickly pulls her body up and snaps his hand that was stroking her hair.
"D- don't touch me," she says her eyes twitch from the overwhelming sense of question.
Why would he even touch me if he hated me?
He screams in agony as he holds his broken hand. She then doubles back over in pain as the blood flows quicker from her wound. He walks over to her, large knife in hand. She glances up as he lunges forward,
"Son of a-" She steps out of the way as he goes forward, missing. She lets out a small chuckle of pain and relief. She grabs his neck with her blood-soaked fingers and with one quick turn, snaps it. She smiles as the satisfying crack echoes in the air. She then picks up the knife and stabs him respectively in the back. Blood falling down, she touches it with her fingers and licks it, too salty. She smiles and pushes him off the edge,
"Thank you," she says as she looks down to the ground. Then the black dots in her eyes become extremely noticeable as she loses her balance she falls on the rooftop, not falling off, but laying there unconscious.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 2:19 pm
"'m goo.'" She mutters through a Hostess cake. "And you?" She says, gulping. "Ooh, ooh, ooh! I has me a new knife! Wanna see!?!?" She giggles happily, pulling out the knife the other girl had 'given' to her. "See, see, see!!?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 5:03 pm
Matt chuckled, watching the hyper-active girl bounce around.
"Fancy knife you got there. I've got a few of my own, but they're at home at the moment. I'm okay, the best I could be I guess."
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 12:54 pm
Celia smiles, and moves closer to Matt, and sniffs.
"You smell of death, Matt. Tsk tsk." She looks up into his eyes. "Oh god, you must be an assassin," She reaches back into her pocket and pulls out a list. "Oh, and you are! By golly! I make it my job to kill assassins." She smiles sweetly up at him.
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B3autiful_trag3dy Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 1:32 pm
Her mind goes off onto past memories, her tests flash through her mind. The doctor walking in,
"Well, this won't hurt at all, just relax," he says a feeling of Lies filled the room. The small lab he was working in, all white, and very cold, sending chills through her body. The doctor moving the sharp, long needle, into her back, touching her spine. She screams in agony as the needles scapes her bone.
"I thought- tho-" she gets cut off as he digs deeper. She groans as she tried to pull away realizing that she'd been straped to the table. then he reaches to the Table next to him, picking up a scapel. She moans,
"please stop..."
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 3:39 pm
Matt smiles at the small girl and messes up her hair gently.
"Of course my dear girl, I'm an assassin. But you certainly wouldn't want to pull a knife on me. If you fail to kill me, as so many have, then you'll be on your toes for a while, until someone does succeed in killing me."
He paused, and leaned against the wall.
"You and I should be aquaintances(sp), for now at least. It's always a joy to me, in fact, to take a life of another assassin. But I enjoy you too much. How about you and I go and see what that other young beauty is up to."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 7:03 pm
Celia looks at Matt suspiciously, then smiles widely.
"Sure, but if you piss me offfffff, then you get a knife in the back, 'k?" She smiles wider and grabs his hand tightly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 9:08 am
Matt almost steps back as Celia's hand latches onto his own, not used to holding hands with anyone.
"Sure." He smiled.
He led them both out of the alley and started to search for other girl, Emma was it?
"The girl's name was Emma, wasn't it?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 1:52 pm
"Pfft, hell if I know, buddy." Celia says, miming looking around, hand above her eyes. "So, why are you keen on finding this girl? Got the dance in the pants?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 2:28 pm
Matt laughs, but there's hardly any emotion in the hearty laugh or his expression.
"Hardly. I enjoy playing with my prey before taking their life, little Celia."
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 2:51 pm
Celia shrugs, and starts humming to herself. With her free hand, she takes out her knife, and stares at it, and the engraved name on the blade.
"Did you know my mom? She was an assassin. She went by the code-name 'Nova'." Celia asks randomly.
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 3:18 pm
Matt shrugs.
"I heard of her. She killed some powerful people. I'm always intrigued by other assassins, that get good names, and people, normal and assassin alike fear and respect them. I'm still working on mine. Are you Celia?" He asks, glancing at the blade, then keeping his eyes in front of him, placing his free hand in his pocket.
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 1:35 pm
"Yeah, I'm Celia." She says softly. "My mom was a slave-driver, you know. Being a powerful assassin made her want me to be one. Eventually, I grew to hate it, and moved away, hunting assassins. Last year, though, my mom died. Car accident." Celia laughs coldly.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 3:22 pm
"I doubt it was a car accident though. Someone probably screwed up her car, to make it look like an accident."
Matt shrugged, yet no emotion shown in his face.
"Sorry, it's hard for me to act human, naturally." He smiled a small smile, briefly squeezing Celia's hand.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 4:47 pm
"It's okay, Matt. Assassins are strange people." Celia smiles at him. "But you're probably right. My mother was an excellent driver. But, I have no evidence against anyone."
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