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 Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 11:07 pm
The cops show up, climb out of their car, and realising this is the creature terrorizing the town call for back-up. The cops shoot at Chainmail
*Chainmail grabs a bag of flour throws it at the cops and shoots the bag*
When the white dust clears Chainmail is nowhere to be seen
*Chainmail suddenly flies through a window in a shopping trolly blasting the cops as he flys onto the road. The trolly goes off the kirb and chainmail flys out hits the wall on the other end of the street*
2 Cop cars show up and the cops get out and start fireing at Chainmail
*Chainmail dropps and rolls past his bike grabbing his shotgun, he rolls behind the cop car. Chainmail picks up one of the bodies of the dead cops and throws it towards the other cops*
In confusion the cops shoot the flying body
*chainmail jumps through the air, shoots two of the cops in the face and lands on the remaining one, flattening him to the floor, chainmail empties his gun on him, gets back on his bike and speeds off back to the junk yard*
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 11:16 pm
Alta watched the demon fending off the cops with amusement. How barbaric. He then spotted one lone cop heading back to one of his patrol vehicles, where he walked swiftly over to him and placed a handon his shoulder, using his mental powers, Alta enduced a deep sleep upon the mortal, holding him from behind in his arms and then leaned his head forward and bit slowly into his neck, savoring the kill, as he always had and always would. He drank him to the brink of deat, then let him fall. The cop his the ground with a sickening thud. Alta leaned his head back in pleasure as the warm blood flowed through his now livened veins. His skin turned slightly more pink after the kill, the warmth returning some mortal color to his vampiric skin. He then picked the body up, slung it over his shoulder and dashed back to the alley. He put it down on a head on the ground and stripped him nude. He then took some too small for someone else clothes from a nearby dumpster and dressed him in them. Then, taking his razor sharp nails to the face of the human, he made it impossible for anyone to tell who this was, removing also the teeth, one by one. Until it looked like a hobo caught in a cat fight. He smiled at his work, and then caused the last remaining living cells in the dead body to move rapidly through the body, causing a fire to break out from the body of his victim, incinerating any evidence left. Satisfied, Alta waited at the shadowy entrance to the alley again, waiting.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 9:17 am
Jaxamine enters alley of the vampire, silent in her steps, melted in the shadow so as not to spoil his game. "Is your hunger ever sated thirsty one?" she purrs. Stepping around the charred body she hops onto the dumpster, quiet as a mouse, and sits, swingging her feet and leaning forward. Her body always in tune with the ever constant song in her head.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 12:30 pm
Alta didn't turn his glance when he heard the purring talk of the being behind him. He scanned her mind without her knowing, and gained she wasn't something to worry about. "Sometimes..." he answered playfully. He smiled as he continued looking into the dark street.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 1:38 pm
(( Ugh, I just got back from my second day of school. The 7th graders are thinking they are all that because they can pick on the 6th graders. And some of the 8th graders are pickin on everybody. Im just... there.))
In her lycan form, she crawls out of a dumpster, with some dirt on her white nose. She stick her nose in the air so it can taste the air, so she could find food.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 2:38 pm
((Man.. that sucks. I'm glad I'm done with school. lol))
Alta heard something rustling in a dumpster behind him in the alley. He turned slightly and narrowed his eyes, watching for any movement...
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 8:37 pm
LOCAL STREET HUSTLER FOUND IN HIS OWN POOL OF BLOOD, WITNESS SAYS SHE DIDN'T GET A GOOD LOOK AT THE MURDERER.
*Reese threw the news paper in the trash and mumbled a few curse words under his breath.* Murderer? She called me a murderer? *he didn't know what to do, it's was just last night when he killed the guy and was caught. But oh well, at least she didn't get a good look.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 8:43 pm
*He was bored, you could tell by the way he walked. He sat on a bench and sighed. Then he shot up. Tonight he would go some place dangerous, first, the subway to get some dinner, then...someplace controlled by demons or the Werewolves. He shot up and ran to the subway.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 8:48 pm
*she looks out from the roof of a building. Her legs dangling down and the wind blowing her face veil and black hair. She held a bottle of blood whiskey lifting her veil and drinking it.*
aye thats good
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 9:57 pm
Undaunted by his early dissmissal of her prowness she jumped from her perch on the dumpster. Hers was a different kind of prey. Walking to him she smiled at his response. "Or is it perhaps" she pondered," you look for a certain kind of flavor?" She was now close enough to touch him and she rolled her body back, dancing to the music that schooled her daily movements, playful in the moonlight. Hearing movement in a dumpster nearby she leaned against the alley wall, waiting for a sign of life in the darkness.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 10:05 pm
*jumps down from the roof and lands into an alley. Her boots scruff against the pavement as she walks out. Her head is down so sshe bumps into people.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 9:31 am
Ester throws her coat around her body. Her hair cold and wet. She mutters to herself and looks for people standing alone.. Hoping that perhaps tonight she'll sire a Lycan.. "The forces are growing thin" she thought to herself. If only the demons or the Vampires knew. "We would be erased from history.. Its good that we have kept quiet".. Esters mind raced through each lycan that she remembered dying by the hands of a vampire. Each one she knew well. 300 years have passed since she became one herself.. Why was it always them that had to die?
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Rikku de Lioncourt Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 9:35 am
*Stretches slightly as she walks into the city, stepping lightly as she usually does. She smirks as she turns onto Broadway*
"Who will it be tonight then?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 9:38 am
((Altamaria you're RPing just like Rufus and I know you didn't a while ago... Do you think you could possibly change the colour or size? Or something? x.x; It's confusing..))
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Rikku de Lioncourt Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 9:38 am
Ester was unsure of her current destination. She needed to relieve some stress. But she hated going into human bars. Club FM had been quiet lately. She sighed and walked past broadway.
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