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 Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2004 5:46 pm
Amazing story.. -claps, leaning against the subway wall-
Doesn't look like the demons hung around long enough to hear it though. -Peers down the subway tunnel-
"..Nope."
-sighs and walks quickly up the stairs-
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2004 7:04 pm
"Well it was nice speaking to you Rufus. But I need to put someone out of her misery."
*Smiles and bows slightly, then leaves through the door and up the Subway stairs, leaving no trace apart from the corpse.*
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Rikku de Lioncourt Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2004 3:26 am
*Sighs and leans back against the wall. "..." Takes out a handgun and loads it then walks out of the room. He begins walking up the stairs, leaving small blood prints on the ground from standing in some of the mortals blood.*
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2004 3:14 am
Devilsgirl -she steps off the subway and stretchs, arching her back. Looking around, Arya notices a door marked security. She slinks over to it and tries to turn the locked knob. Checking all around her, she busts the lock and slips silently into the room- Alta, having stepped off of the Subway behind this girl, followed behind her from a distance. He watched with curiosity as she broke into a room and let herself in. He followed, silently, using his vampiric power to invade her mind and make her feel safe, that no one was following her. Was she a Lycan? A demon? Or a fellow Vampire? He was not yet sure, and took no chances...
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Rikku de Lioncourt Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2004 4:40 am
Altamaria Devilsgirl -she steps off the subway and stretchs, arching her back. Looking around, Arya notices a door marked security. She slinks over to it and tries to turn the locked knob. Checking all around her, she busts the lock and slips silently into the room- Alta, having stepped off of the Subway behind this girl, followed behind her from a distance. He watched with curiosity as she broke into a room and let herself in. He followed, silently, using his vampiric power to invade her mind and make her feel safe, that no one was following her. Was she a Lycan? A demon? Or a fellow Vampire? He was not yet sure, and took no chances...
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Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2004 5:16 am
(( Yes I have. I read all the rules and everything. ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 5:54 pm
a loud rumbling noise is heard from down the subway tunnel, but not that of a train. A motor bike comes shooting out of the tunnel and stops.
*chainmail takes off his goggles, climbs up onto the platform and pulls up his bike, sits on a green bench, put on his headphone and turns on some music*
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 3:46 pm
A shadow portal opens at the top of the stairs leading down to the subway as he speeds through it on his stolen motor vehicle, another horde of demons behind him like the night before. He looks ahead of him and notices the wall, pulls a wheelie and drives up it, kicking off of the side of the bike and through a window of a subway car as the bike explodes in front of the car. He rolls to the side and kneels, two guns now in his hand as he opens fire on the remnant of the blueish demons. He aims up and hits a gas line on the ceiling as the train starts to move. The last demon catches the end of the train in one of his gigantic hands and rips open the door, squeezing into the train, charging at him like a bull. He takes out a sword after throwing the weapons to the side and flips over the demon and slashes at the top of the subway, jumping up on top of it. The demon follows suit and runs at him again, but gets hit in the head by something hanging on the ceiling as Maelielle charges him low, swinging from his middle all the way up through his head, making the demon explode, sending him into a roll in the air and off of the train, hitting the ground with a thud. The sword slowly fades from his hand as he gets up and brushes himself off, turns and jumps, kicking through the window of an oncoming train and walking to the back.
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 9:13 pm
*Reese walked down the stairs, the shadows surrounded him. The only light that could be seen was from the light of the cigarette he was puffing on. He looked around the empty subway, there was barely a soul person present. He walked around for about 5 minutes more when he finaly found a person alone. It was a prostitute. An ugly on too. They all were to Reese. They sold there bodies for sex. They were whores, filthy stinking whores! Reese walked up to her and smiled, revealing his white teeth.*
"How much ya got lover boy?" *she asked with a gapped smile. Reese just laughed. He didn't know how to counter this one. He opened the top off his rose box and took out his sword* "I charge 50 dollars extra for roleplaying." *Reese gripped the long dia-katana and in one quick swoop, he chopped off her head.* "I belive this will cover it." *when he was done feasting on her flesh, he dropped a black rose on her body and left her there, dead in a pool of her own blood. Now he was strong enough to go to his next destination.*
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2004 9:45 pm
Entering into the subway came a young, tall woman, long blue hair making her stick out with the white walls of the departure and arrival zone. Pale face hardly concealed by her black corduroy hat, her dark maroon lips curved into a smile. There was something about her eyes that made her look suspicious; not many people walked around with golden-yellow hues nowadays.
The look-alike human appeared to be in no rush, taking easy strides with her black lace-up boots. It was a peaceful evening for the underground area of New York, and Damia smirked toothlessly to herself as she nearly began walking with a little hop in her step. Her long hair she intentionally made swish behind her, moving much more than her pleated burgundy skirt was. It was short and appeared to be of a designer's brand, but the Lycan could have cared less about that. It clothed her and was easy to move in, therefore she had no complaints nor thanks.
Yet suddenly, as content as she was, something attacked her nose. Without a doubt, it had to be... Blood...oh, it smells of a filthy woman! she snarled in her mind, slowing down and actually going along quietly. Still, something else bothered her senses besides the lost life of the human. Someone, to be correct. Damia's arms absentmindedly folded over her stomach, the black fishnet part of her top stretching at her shoulders while material that covered her chest stayed dormant; along with the white corset-like cover that her own upper limbs rested against.
It's not a human... It's either a blood-sucker or one of those barbaric horned creatures. Damia thought these words up with distaste, not liking either breed of animals. As she slid out into an open space, she stopped to widen her smirk, lifting her head up as she put her weight on one side.
"Well well, such a mess you did leave!" The female Lycan's voice echoed over to the figure who had slain the prostitute, keeping her attention on him closely. She had been itching for a fight for quite some time now, and what better way to start off your visit in the Big Apple than show the city a little bloodshed?
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 10:43 am
Jaxamine sat quietly on the train, watching her prey by little glances chanced every now and then. She buried her head into the paperback she held open in her hands. Her knees were pulled up her chest and she huddled in her seat, pretending facination in the copy of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" open before her. The train came to a stop and the passengers began filling out, her mark one of the first to go. She stood, always keeping him in her sight. He paused as a woman went to meet him, giving him a passionate kiss as a welcome. Jaxamine sneered, not at the display of public affection, if it had been his wife he so joyously steered out of the subway it would have been fine. But she waited at home, thinking her husband on a buisness trip. A fine rage began to build in her heart but she shoved it down. Now wasn't the time. She'd wait till he was done with his infedelities before she took sweet revenge and gave lil Pepito downstairs another soul to play with. Pulling out her cell phone she called the faithful wife.
"Hello?" she awnsered sweetly.
"Hello Mrs. Freedman. Your husband lied to you. He won't be coming home tonight. He seems too comfortable in another woman's bed. But don't worry, he won't be coming home ever again." She hung up with a smug smile.Wondering what she would do to pass her time she reclined against a nearby wall. Hearing the rumble in the subway tunnel she urned her head, seeing a creature of the night sit at a bench and put on a pair of headphones. Interested she walked closer, humming the tune she danced to. Wondering where a creature such as he would get such nice things. Jaxamine lived off what the scum she killed happened to have in their pockets at the time, making a very short budget indeed. Hence the tattered shorts and lack of shoes. Her bathing suit top was a lucky find that a man had bought for his current plaything, and having caught her fancy, she had speeded up his murder so that she could have it.
She sat next to the creature, wondering of which brethren he belonged. "What are you listening to?" she asked. Curious despite herself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 9:10 am
*She walks down the staircase, leading to the subway, looking around to see who is already there, and brushing a strand of hair out of her face* Good...I'm not the only one here....*she smiles at all the vampires already there* So, has there been much trouble with the wolfies yet?
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Black Cat Godess Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 11:22 am
Neko trotted down the stairs to the subway, her full human disguise in place. Her hair was black, her tails no where to be seen, her ears human, and her green eyes had normal pupils. She had even made her smell seem human. There was no point to a disguise unless you covered all f your bases, or so her parents had said.
She hadn't really wanted to come down to the subway, but it was the quicket route to her home on the other side of the city. And there was no point in pretending to be human if she just RAN home...Besides, she would have probably ended up running into somehting...
She stood to wait for the train to come, hands clasped behind her back, completely at her ease. Since she made no moment, the slits in her skirt closed to make the skirt appear whole, but the detailing on her chest was as bold as ever....She should really change that....
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 7:44 pm
*Hops over the turnstyles and pulls a small comb out of his pocket as he walks towards the subway map*
Hrm... Which way to Lower-East Manhattan?
*Roudaut runs the comb through his hair as he glances at the directory*
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2004 8:00 pm
*Roudaut yawns as he sits down on a bench*
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