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 Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:35 pm
"Umm.... Ok? Now tell me. Who is saying they are goning to kill Zach?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:38 pm
She dropped her head. "Um....do you remeber Frederick?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:45 pm
She smiled a bit. "Well, thats probably a good thing." She then walked over and picked up Morton. "Hey....sorry."
He shook his head. "Nah, its ok, I understand." He then felt his stomach. "Um, does anyone besides me want to go to Los Noches and get some alcohal?"
Wynter giggled and looked at Jazz. "Well, what do you say? Wanna get piss drunk?" She laughed a bit more.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:52 pm
She shrugged, "Sure why not. Not like there's anything else to do."
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:56 pm
Wynter smiled. "C'mon" She grabbed Morton and Jazz's hand and ran out the Cathedral entrance.
* exit to Los Noches *
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:56 pm
Astarte entered, an evil smirk on her face. She was in the mood to taunt and she smelled a scent to familiar for comfort. She was hungry, but this hunger made her pissed, and she needed to beat something up.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 6:59 pm
She laughed lightly as she was dragged out
*exited to Los Nachoes*
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 7:04 pm
She grunted and frowned as they left before she could get to them. No matter, she knew where they were going. She resumed her smirk and left.
exit to Los Nochas
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2007 11:47 am
Razor exited the subway car in a bad mood, why dose Sam always need to be such a b***h? After 3 years she should know that he hates Lycans, but everytime he mentions it she freaks out. He didn't even realise where he was by the time he approached the alter.
He laughed to himself about his current location, 7 years since he had last prayed.
Hi big man, its me" He started before falling silent. It didn't seem right, why would his subconcious bring him here? He often failed to know what his mind truely thought.
After 7 minutes of complete silence the movement of a bird in the steeple above finally alerted him to the fact that he had somewhere else to be.
*leaves*
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 8:42 am
A pair of red eyes loomed over Akuji and his dealings. He had been seen, and his actions watched. The eyes flashed, and closed. As Akuji traveled to his home, he would never notice the shadows as they danced behind him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 5:43 pm
A tall thin figure stood in the shadows of the church walls. White teeth gleaming against the candle light from the large altar, yellow-gold eyes staring dangerously at the man, a priest in robes, finishing his prayers for the night. Sinovia stepped out of the darkness, pale skin glowing from the yellow light, slender frame viewable beneath the black hooded cloak she wore; her usual corsette, dark jeans, and stilleto boots underneath.
Her grin was wide and dangerous as her presence was noticed. The priest jumped up, fear noticeably welling in his eyes. His folded and wrinkled skin turned pale, and it looked as though he was too afraid to speak, but Sinovia didn't mind. "Good evening, Father," she said slowly, but menacingly, Russian accent and all. "H-How did you get in here?" he studdered, "The guards, how-" the old man started, but she cut him off with a piercing laugh. "Father, you under estimate us," she smirked, raising a slender eyebrow, "Did you really think guards would stop us from getting in?" she snorted, "Humans are so silly," she smiled, taking a few steps closer, causing the priest to cower back a few more steps.
"Father? Are you frightened?" she asked in an innocent tone. Before he could react she was behind him, one hand on his neck feeling the blood pound through his veins, the other hand wrapped around his chin, making him listen as she whispered into his elderly ear. "Is it our cold skin?" she pressed slightly onto his neck, "Our eyes? Or maybe.." she began, lowering her lips to his throat, brushing her sharp teeth against his skin, "..Our sharp teeth?" through all of her seductiveness, the danger of her words still pressed, and the priest's pulse raced. "Please, no," he pleaded, but Sinovia only hissed in laughter and removed her hands from his neck, taking a step back from the measely old man.
He made a quick move, grabbing a cross and holding it up to her in defense. "HA!" she laughed, taking a few steps closer, "Like I said, you humans are so foolish," she grabbed the wooden figure from the priest's hand and threw it aside, causing him to fall onto the altar. Sinovia grabbed the priest by the front of his robe, "You people have no power over us," her voice was threatening now, her accent thick. The priest began to mutter all sorts of prayers, and Sinovia snorted in annoyance, throwing him back down to the ground roughly. "Stupid old man, those silly phrases won't help you now." The priest was quiet, but she could still hear his words, "The lord knows that I have not sinned, he will give me strength, he will send me to heaven. You. You and you're kind are already damned to hell." Sinovia smirked, leaning in just inches from his face, "You forget, my dear Father, that we are already in hell. We are all damned, and you will die painfully," she snarled the last words, white teeth a blur as they rushed to rip out his throat and drink the blood. So metallic in her mouth, old, but in good taste.
A footstep, a few hushed words: The signs for Sinovia to make her escape. Too bad that the rest of the old priest's blood would go to waste, but it made for a good gory murder scene, his blood dripping down the altar steps, the look of terror on his face... But those footsteps were coming faster than Sinovia had thought and she had little time to escape the holy grounds of the church. She ran swiftly up the stairs of the steeple, hoping for a swift getaway.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 11:32 am
A tall men dressed in a red dress shirt, a tattered back coat, long black pants, steel toed boots, sun glasses, a cowboy-like hat, a gutiar strapped to his back, and gloves that have silver crosses on them, walked in to the chuch and looked around it.
"It been a while hasn't Jien?" He asked and there was silence.
He laughed to himself and rubbed his eyes. He was listened to a voice only he could hear.
"Too true, old friend, you think we should rest here for a while? I mean we don't have any were to go for a while and we have been traveling for a long time." He asked the nothingness again.
He listened to the voice and nodded.
"Alright we'll set up camp here for a while. Hey do you think Myyth is doing Ok?" He asked again.
He saighed hearing something he didn't want to hear.
" Yah you right I don't think she's going to be too happy that I came back. Oh well I not here to win her back, we got a score to settle in this town." He muttered.
He setped in something wet and looked down, brushing the hair for his eyes and saw blood lots of it. There were dead bodies every were.
"There something wrong in the state of Demark." He said to the voice known as Jien as he brushed back his chin lenght hair out of his face.
" Looks like some young and stupid vampir, or Lycan don't know hoe to be quite. Looks like we have another job to do, take back this house of God." He said reaching for his side and pulls the gun out of it's hulster.
"This is the home of Jien and Omki now and I won't let anything get in our way." Omki said smileing.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 4:12 pm
{Erm, my character only killed the priest. And where is your character profile?}
Sinovia ran up the steps of the steeple ten times faster than a human could sprint. She could hear the faint jibber-jabber of a man, from where she had just come from, whoever it was had most likely found the murder scene already. And there it was, even she could hear that sound from a good distance away; the safety of a gun being clicked back, ready to be fired. If it was a guard, they would've alreaady called for help by now, so it couldn't be. She licked the crimson blood offof her lips, the black cloak trailing behind her as she made it to the top of the steps.
How Sinovia would enjoy a good brawl, or maybe some seductive trickery? It wouldn't matter, anything would be fun for her now. The blood that had trickled down her throat made her feel one hundred and ten percent more alive, and it shown in her brightly glowing yellow eyes. Maybe she'd stick around for awhile.
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