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 Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:48 pm
((I will say that the knife hit her, but getting hit below the shoulder blades just might, y'know, pierce a much-needed organ or two. In most situations, you just write something like, 'he lunged at her with the knife' and let the other person deal with that. It's just good to be on the safe side with things like that...))
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 3:53 pm
[[Sorry, would you mind if I at least left her the knife to come get me with, I really like what he had done..If it's okay with you? And yeah it would, but she wouldn't die. ^_^ I know that for a fact..It's kidna funny how in one rp our people our in love and in this one I'm stabbing you wich knives...]]
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:44 pm
((I'll say it stabbed her upper arm or something... and yeah, we're definitely gonna have Mimi come after him in a killing rage, knife or no. Giving her a weapon just makes it all the better... *creepy laughter*
Vive le diference, eh?
Time to kick this RP into gear!)) He wouldn't... he couldn't...
Mimi watched Matthew circle her, switchblade in hand. She thought herself quite the expert at provoking, and how far a person would go... but obviously she hadn't had experience with this kind of person. She wasn't used to anyone standing up to her. As she wasn't expecting the attack, it took a moment to register that she had been stabbed, and that she had a piece of sharp metal buried in her upper arm; luckily, with her turning, Matt just missed her back. Groping hands discovering the hilt of the knife buried deep into her flesh, her dark-rimmed eyes widened, pupils shrinking into green irises. He did. She couldn't hear anything except the buzzing that filled her ears, and the roar that expanded to every crevasse of her head. Her mouth opened, and she screamed, shrieked like a banshee, pouring out every terrible emotion she possessed into the rising decibels. Wrenching the blood-soaked weapon from her arm, she turned to the direction Matt had taken when he left. The expression on her face was terrifying as she advanced after him, one arm hanging useless by her side, the other clenching his switchblade.
I'll return his blade to him... right into his b*****d's heart!!
Yup, she'd finally snapped. Her slow steps sped up until she was running after Matt, blade flashing red with her blood.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:52 pm
Matthew truned around as he saw Mimi after him, a raged look in her eye's. "Sometimes I like to play the fool and stand still..Mimi, what will you acomplish by killing me with that? You'll just grant me my very wish, you'll give me death, the one thing I've been waiting for.." He chuckled darkly, as he slowly stepped towards her, waiting, just waiting for her to grant him his one wish.. To end his life.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 4:53 pm
"Stop!" Atamia yelped, then turned and ran after the now slightly insane girl. She lashed out with her teeth, aiming for the girl's leg, intent only on slowing her down, or stopping her.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:03 pm
Mimi glanced down at the ghost latched to her leg; she felt it, but it just pissed her off further. The look in her eyes was murderous, and you could tell she was just thinking of the ways she could kill a ghost.
"Don't do that again."
She said, voice dark with anger, more a throaty growl than actually talking.
"I'll exorcise you to the hell where you belong."
Turning to Matt, she ran the knife over her lips, licking the rusty-tasting blood.
"Who says I'm going to kill you?"
Her voice was velvety now, low and silky like tripwires.
"I'm just going to return this knife..."
She lunged forward, lashing out towards his shoulder with the blade.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:09 pm
Matthew smiled, "you were plannign it, I can tell.."
Matthew ran forward, making sure the blade alined with his heart.
"I'll help you.." He whisperd as he ran faster towards the knife.
"THIS BLADES BECOME MY NEW BEST FRIEND SINCE THE OTHER WAS DEFECTED!" He said reciting part of his poem.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:10 pm
Lawrence reappeared at the scene, grinning wickedly. Perhaps his plan was not ruined at all. In fact, everything seemed to be going according to his plot. He allowed himself to be seen, manifesting himself into a visible form. He looked over at the now insane Mimi, his smile bigger than ever.
"Excellent, Mimi. Kill the little b*****d... slowly."
The voices in his head were laughing hysterically. They were very pleased with how Mimi reacted. There would surely be blood.
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:15 pm
"No, no, this just won't work!"
Mimi recited this statement like it was the second part of the poem, eyes bright with some weird kind of cheer. Drawing the switchblade in a sort've figure-eight, the metal bright in the flickering neon lights of the asylum, she slashed at Matt's chest in an attempt to only cut a shallow, painful gash. It was true, she wasn't trying to kill him, just make him suffer. The voices of Lawrence just made it easier...
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:20 pm
[[Plot twist..]] Matthew's mind had just regiester the scean.
"Hm not deep enough Mimi, I'm disapointed.."
Matthew took the switchblade in his hand and thrust if forward.
Cutting into his heart, he fell to his knees the knife handle goign futhur as it hit the floor.
It went stright threw and was now poking out his back with his last breath he whisperd.
"Burrie me with this blade.."
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 5:27 pm
"Eh?"
Mimi stepped back, now-empty hand still gripping an invisible knife, hands soaked to the wrists with Matt's blood. Her eyes were wide, still crazed and maddened, but the angry aura was gone. She growled, a long and deep call of irritation. How dare he steal her k- ki- kill...?
Kill?
"Oh God-!"
Mimi hiccuped, holding her hand to her mouth. What had she done? Her breath coming laboured and arrhythmical, she turned tail and fled down the halls of the asylum, trying to find some place, any place to hide. What had she done what had she donewhathadshedonewhathadshedonewhathadshedone?!
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:06 pm
Lawrence followed close behind me, taking sick pleasure in her panic. She had done him a favor by killing Matthew. Their voice of reason was gone and the weakling was going insane. It was all too perfect. He managed to fly right beside her, still grinning evily.
"Stop running, Mimi. Don't be afraid. You just did me a favor."
Lawrence then wisped around and he was now floating in front of her, maintaining his speed as she continued her run.
"Your friends can't find out about this, Mimi. I'll return the favor by helping you kill them all. What do you say, hm?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:23 pm
The young girl shook her head, continuing to run with no true goal. She wasn't crying, not yet, but she felt as if she were going to throw up. Matt's blood was still on her hands, but she had numbed out the injury on her arm.
"I didn't mean t-"
Mimi gasped, cutting her excuse short. At that time, she had. She wanted him to suffer, to die... that all consuming anger, that rage... She stopped stock-still, staring through the ghost. She shook her head again, this time with more feeling.
"I c-can't, I- that's not w-what I wanted..."
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Posted: Tue Aug 12, 2008 8:32 pm
Lawrence kept his smile on. This was too rich to just walk away from.
"But, he wanted to die. You just fulfilled his wish to feel the cold embrace of death."
He reached out with his ghostly hand and stroked the side of her face. An unnatural chill would run through the girl's body, though it was nothing more than a strange feeling.
"There's only one problem. The others will not understand your logic. They know that you are afraid. They must die or they will report you to the authorities."
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 3:22 am
Matthew's spit floated out of his body, he followed Mimi.
"Mimi.." He whisperd..
"You didn't kill me, I killed me, you just stabbed me lightly..
I'm the one who pushed it the rest of the way.."
Matthew looked saddend at her, he pushed the man beside her out of the way and gave her a hug. "It wasn't your fault, now let's go get your arm cleaned up.." He continued to whisper.
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