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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 6:24 pm
*Rogue walks quietly behind the woman and catches up to her quite suddenly and lights her own cigarette making her appearance known.
She could feel the nervousness of her aura.
Rogue looked over at the woman with her deep emerald eyes and merely smiled playfully.*
"Good night for a walk, don't you think?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 6:48 pm
~ Eihwa nearly jumps out of her shoes as the woman pipes up, not knowing of her approach.. which increases her suspicion of this park. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to come here tonight. Her hand instinctively clenches the knife inside her bag, but she does not remove it. The jolt of her surprise causes the ashes of the, thus far, forgotten cancer-stick to fall merrily to the ground and she brings the filter to her lips. She takes another drag, sucking the heat through the cigarette and watching it burn soon after exhaling.
"I suppose it is.. Do you sneak up on everyone you meet?" Stupid question, and possibly rude, but the words fly thoughtlessly past her. Her pace remains steady. ~
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 6:56 pm
"Mmm, I suppose it would be a hobby of mine..."
*Rogue took a drag on the cigarette and continued to survey her appearance...She looked into this woman's mind..seeing that she interested her somehow...
She seemed so honest...pure..something Rogue had not known...minus the knife she was carry. Her thoughts kept going back to it as she clenched and unclenched it.
Maybe she had finally found the right person after 500 some odd years to...
she couldn't...could she??
"What is a woman like you doing out on a night like this..?
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:11 pm
~ Eihwa's sharp tongue is untamed; "I wouldn't think it was any other woman's business than mine." Another drag..
She stops, under a street lamp where her hair is nolonger the brown-black mass it was in the dark, but a lighter - more varied conglomeration of brown, black, and red. Her free hand, encombered by the cigarette, brushes the ashes that cling to her sweater. "I'm more interested in why you're here.. Don't get me wrong, you fit in the dark better than I do."
She's not stupid, but the idea of this strange woman being a vampire is far beyond her grasp. ~
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:18 pm
*She was impressed at the woman's spirit and sharp tongue.*
"Indeed, a good observation...belonging to the dark is how I survive best.."
*She looked at her and Rogue's eyes lit up briefly as if on fire...the emerald flashing some light making her eyes glow green...She then took a drag on her cigarette thinking quickly on how this should be done..
she wouldn't finish it tonight....*
"And what is your impression of the dark my dear?"
*Rogue's french accent was detectable through her speech.*
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:26 pm
~ Eihwa pauses to mirror the woman's pull on her smoke, her eyes shifting briefly to Rogue's lips before darting back to the walkway in thought. "The dark.. can be frightening. But it can also be comfortable."
A shrug.
"It depends I guess.." She ashes her cigarette and asks; "Are you a thief or something? I'm not following, and I'm not so sure I want to."
Eihwa looks away and wiggles her nose habitually, like a rabbit really.. only slower. The freckles that dot the crowning edge of her nose trail vaguely down across her cheeks, just under her hazel eyes. Like perfectly placed poppy seeds, those brown flecks only appear in that one spot on her face, as far as any normal person can see anyway. ~
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:38 pm
"I am no thief,...not of material things.."
*In an instant Rogue moved in a blur behind the woman, grabbed both her arms in an iron grip, and whispered in her ear..*
"The dark can be frightening, but believe me when I say you will become more comfortable in it.."
*She bit into her neck and held her tightly...*
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:54 pm
~ Eihwa gasps and her screams are cut short by shock, oh.. and the fangs diving into her tender neck-flesh, but only for a second. Expanded lungs release their passionate cries into the wind and a shrill and painfull howl (scream of course, she's not a dog..) escapes her terrified mouth. Though something in her voice changes as Rogue's teeth rest themselves in the bed that is her vein, it is tainted by a sub-note that fluctuates - her soul is screaming now.
The grip she had on the knife is anchored with fury and she gathers the last of her waning strength to remove her weapon from the bag and thrust it toward the woman's abdomen. The thrust is akward as the woman presses her body against her own, face nested in the crook of Eihwa's neck, and holds her arms with an ungodly strength. Her attempt fails before it is even realized, and Eihwa falls into her grasp. ~
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 7:58 pm
*Rogue lets the woman scream and as she makes an attempt to slice her with the knife, Rogue tightens the grip on her and the knife falls to the ground.
Rogue let the blood slide over her tongue and for a moment it consumed her, but she pulled herself out of the trance and stopped. She pulled away slowly and heard the lighter heartbeat ring in her ears..
She had only taken a bit more than would be taken at a blood drive....
She set the woman down as her knees were buckling and she was quite groggy...
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 8:24 pm
*Rogue whispered into her mind once more...
I will see you again..
then she disappeared into the night..
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 8:36 pm
~ Her legs seem to crumble from beneath her and Eihwa falls to the walkway, grinding her palms into the cement as she lands. It takes a minute or two to realize the ordeal wasn't a dream, not to mention the fact that she's still alive - her chest heaving as her heart pounds against her sternum.
And the tears begin to come.
There she is, on her hands and knees in Central Park; quietly sobbing and doing nothing to keep the tears from diving off of her face and onto the concrete. Her shirt is soaked from the neck, down her chest in blood, and her jeans are ripped on one side at the knee.
Eihwa gradually regains her bearings, stops snivelling, and resolves to continue as if it were a dream.. Goodness knows she's not going to be visitting the park any time soon, but nobody needs to know. Eihwa plucks her backpack from the ground and slings it over her back, walking quickly now toward the nearest exit. Upon reaching the edge of Central Park, she ruffles her medium length hair to try and hide the wound she's sure to see in the morning, soon after wiping most of the blood off with a discarded newspaper.
Back to civilization. ~
. o O (( Exit to the City )) ( Will post when BlackRogue is back )
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:13 pm
Jax walked the city in utter amusement, of the lives of those who couldn't see the truth around them. As he walked he could smell the scents of the demons and vampires that co-existed in this hell hole. His feet made slight noises that tended to bother him if he payed attention to them. Jax flagged down a cab and got inside. His driver was a vampire and the vampire knew he was a lycan. The only words spoken were the destination and the price. Jax walked at ease with nothing to do and know one to talk to. Well that was the way a rogue lycan's life was like.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:42 pm
A black convertible Corvette drove up to Central Park. Krii'Ouse was driving, and Skiaska, his girlfriend, was in the passenger seat. He leaned over, and opened the door, afterwhich, he crawled out of his own window. 'Here we are, bnabe. Time to hunt...' he said.
He leaned back in, and reached behind his seat, pulling the two sheathed weapons from their concealed spot. 'My daisho... how I love thee.' he grinned. 'Not as much as you, of course, my dear.' he said, waiting for Skiaska to exit.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 8:48 pm
So much better than Solaer... Skiaska exited the car and pulled out her katana. She sighed. Why were her thoughts drifitng to him? She hated him! That's when it struck her. Today was... Their "anniversary." Holy s**t... She tried to clear her head, but images kept flashing in her head everytime she saw the fountain, or a specific tree or bench. The same tree he had found her under, risking burning hismelf to get to her and tell her he loved her... Ski shook her head and smiled at Sethe. Her love. Her ONLY love.
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