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 Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:23 am
 "HEEEEEEEE-YAH!"
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"Yah?"
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"GAAAHHH!!!"
Aragorn Jacen Prime Skywalker O'Connor (Henceforth known as 'AJ') growled in frustration as he tried over and over again to light his lightsaber for the 2nd time in his lifetime. Without almost slicing his face up like last time. It was proving to be quite difficult, seeing as the one who'd made the weapon for him hadn't thought to label which button does what.
To (the equivalant of) a 10 year-old? That was pure blasphemy. Especially to AJ.
"LIGHT! Damn you, light already!" Instead of pressing more buttons as he yelled this, he decided it would be wise to smack the poor contraption against the floor.
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 9:40 am
Multi-coloured bands glowed around a slender wrist, echoing the loud colours of her clothing. Surprisingly, though, her golden, green-tinged eyes glowed brighter than anything. Hunger always seemed to have that effect on her. Emilee sighed, throwing her head to one side to remove her blue-tipped bangs from her face, as she drained the last few drops of thick red liquid from a plastic bag. Her face twisted in a scowl, her voice purely a hiss, "Damn cloned blood. Nasty as hell."
A thud caught her attention, along with a voice. She tilted her head, a smirk curling her lips. Maybe that was some unsuspecting fool she could coax into letting her feed from them. it seemed worth a shot, since the clone blood she just finished had left a bad taste on her tongue. Scowling again, she turned, walking towards the obnoxiously loud--to her--noises.
Her heart dropped, however, when she saw it was that twerp that had made her fetch his toy. Her sharp eyes focused on the contraption he was banging against the floor and she growled, "Oi! Don't break the damn thing or it won't work, you little dolt."
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 10:01 am
He nearly jumped out of his skin the moment he heard that voice. Normally he wouldn'tve cared, but, being caught off-guard, his reaction was a little bit over-the-top.
"REBEL SCUM, YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALI-whups..."
At his little outburst, he FINALLY managed to ignite his weapon, but again had bad timing as the blade of pure energy decided to ignite next to his ear, getting both some fur singed off and a small chunk of his ear seared away. Letting out a yelp, more surprised than anything, he dropped the 'Saber and grabbed onto his ear.
"...Aw maaaan, not even any blood to show for it..."
Pouting, he turned to face the now-familiar female. First off, she smelled of blood, which made the hairs on his neck rise. Secondly...she called him a dolt.
"What the hell do you want, Beetch?" He snapped, still holding onto his ear to try and ease the pain.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 11:37 am
Rebel scum? She would have expected to hear that comment from Ahsoka, one of her housemates. Actually, she had heard it before. Directed at her, like now. The soft hum (it sounded like a sonic boom to her) or the weapon made her take a step back. Vampyre or not, that blade could cut through just about anything, which meant she should be very afraid of it.
A soft growl marred her voice, "Put that away before you kill yourse--" Her nose twitched, her eyes glowing sun bright, as the burned flesh smell reached her. Emilee gagged, whipping her head around to cough. Swiftly, she back pedaled, moving above the smell. "Damn, kid. What the fu----hell is wrong with you!?" She hissed, telling herself over and over not to breathe. She didn't need to, but being human before she was turned had left her with near unbreakable habits.
Her entire body shook. Violently. Thanks to the metamorphosis her body's physiology had undergone, her body rejected any meal (smell or taste) that wasn't blood. Most of the time in very violent ways, too. Being hungry like she was, the effect was intensified ten or twenty fold. And this kid, burned or not, smelled absolutely delicious.
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 8:59 am
Not only was his ear in searing pain, but his nose was simply overloaded with so many scents that, to him, were completely foul and nasty; Blood, seared flesh, wimminz, and something else he couldn't identify right away. So, to put a long story short, he had a MASSIVE headache.
Grunting, he picked up his weapon and sent a glare towards the 'wimminz', only just noticing her expression. Something about her...just her, not her scent, made his fur prickle uneasily. Then again, he remembered, she was snappy.
"I said what do you want? Or do you just wanna make me stab myself again?" He huffed, touching his poor ear again. He'd taken enough abuse in his life already without being gored by his own weapon.
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