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 Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:02 pm
When one enters from the silver wood door they could tell this person had taste. Dark wood colored walls line to room while the ceiling was a silver wood like the door to mimic the moonlight. Along the walls sat many bookcases lined with old books and new all the same. Some for reading and some about the pack and its past. A desk sits opposite the door, littered with papers and other things of a hard worker, a computer sitting in the corner faceing the rest of the room in a diagonal manner. A bed sits along the same wall, though in the corner away from it and, like the rest of the room, it is neatly made and clean. In the corner along the same wall as the door sits a violin case that looked old as well and played often. A fire place lays between the bed and the desk, giving the room and cozy feel. The mantel held many small objects, one being the gun case for her revolver and above that on the wall was the holder for her whip.
Knock before entering unless you want your head ripped off.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 7:30 pm
Zzeill stood in the middle of her room, hat and coat cast to the bed and her violin held to her shoulder. A soft tune played out of the instrument with each pull of the bow and touching of the strings with her fingers. It was Beethovnes Fifth, her favorite. Though she played her blue eyes scanned the computer screen, reading up on the history of her kind while the tune filled the room. The fire place was lit and no other light except that and the computer filled the room along with her music. The song was played amazingly well, due to her lycan hearing. She would have no idea how long she had been standing there, each song leading into another without a pause it would seem to create one long stream of music.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 9:00 pm
After about an hour of reading and music she finally pulled her bow in a long ending note, pulling the bow away from the strings and holding that pose for a moment, though no one was there to see. Lowering the violin she walked over and put it back in its case, setting that on its stand and walking back to the computer to shut it off. She was going out tonight. She had probably read all she was going to read for this night. Takeing her whip from the stand on the wall she wrapped that around her waist like a belt before takeing the gun and putting it in her shoulder holster. Striding over to the bed she picked up her coat, putting that on and pulling her hair from the jacket back before taking her top hat and putting it on her head. Heading out she locked the door, leaving the fire place to burn and worm her room for when she returned.
((exit))
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 3:03 pm
Walking into her room, she was prompt to close the door after her, waiting for it to latch before moving deeper into the room. Taking off her hat she threw it on the bed, followed quickly by her long jacket. Unbuckling her gun holster she put that away, then undid the whip at her waist and putting that on the hook above the mantle of the now dead fire place. Picking up the fire poker she stirred the wood and ash to get a small flame again. Frowning she went into the closet and picked up a piece of firewood she had stored inside and threw that in the fire, letting it catch to light the room again. Taking a seat at the desk she sighed, turning on the computer again to go back to her reading material.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 5:53 pm
I hadn't walked fast back to the club, still enjoying the outside air. I'll just compliment her on how she handled that situation and go back to...that pile of work. God.... Reaching the top floor of the club, I stopped and knocked on Zzeil's door lightly. I didn't know if she was still awake, so I was knocking lightly to determine that.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:01 pm
Zzeill had started to read again, drawing herself deeper and deeper into the history of the lycans. The only other sound in her room besides the hum of the computer was the occasional crack of the firewood. Even Silvers light knock was heard to her wolven earsm picking up on it like he had knocked normally. Closing the window on her computer screen she got up, pushing the chair back with a small sound over the dark carpet. Walking lightly over to the door she opened it, letting the heavy door swing on its hinges to reviel the Alpha.
"Hello there. Is there something you need?"
She asked him before he was able to speak. Hanging on the handle she waited for him to at least say hello before she would let him come in.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:09 pm
(...you know, I think i'll just stick to third person. XP)
Silver brightened when he saw that Zzeil wasn't asleep. "Hi, Zzeil. No, nothing really. I saw that you went out earlier. I was wondering if anything happened?" He said, not stating that he had seen the entire event. He was really interested in what she would say about her encounter with the Slayer leaders. And he couldn't help, but tease her a little. He was dreading going back to his work anyways.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:21 pm
Zzeill gave him a straight face the whole while he talked, wondering what he had to say. But after ward she gave him a smile, opening her door to let him in and walking back to sit in her desk swivle chair, turning to face out toward the rest of her room where he could stand. Waiting untill he entered and closed her door she decided to speak.
"Yes, I went out, I think even you could appreciate some relax time."
She started, scrathing her scar once in a pause, thinking about what to say about her little outing.
"Well, I did have a run in with the Slayers tonight. Apparently we have a rogue lycan running a muck in the territory."
She explained in short, crossing her arms over her chest and looking over into the fire as it danced on the wood.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:29 pm
"So..." Silver said slowly, as he walked into the room. He decided that he wasn't going to fake innocence over the matter anymore. "I liked how you handled the situation. Yeah, I was there." He said, smiling again.
Then he became slightly serious. "The Slayer's actions were pretty interesting, don't you think? They usually don't mess with rogue lycans, considering it usually pertains to pack business. This step into our business is way out of bounds for them, even being as they are. I just hope this goes no further than this or we might have a repeat of what happened before. And the pack won't be able to survive that again." I told her, looking straight at her. "Whats your opinion on this?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:39 pm
Zzeill simply raised a brow at his comment about being there when she incountered the Slayers. Steepling her fingers just before the base of her chin, a pose of thought in her world while he spoke. It was indeed all true and when asked for her opinion she bowed her head to think. Looking bakc up she took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh.
"I say we take out the rogue before the slayers get to him. If they win that one, they will start to think they can handle all of our buisness."
She said, her voice held in a tone of all seriousness. The pack didnt need the slayers thinking they could handle the packs problems. That could only lead to yet another war.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:04 pm
Silver nodded. "I agree completely. This rogue shouldn't be that hard to find. Nice shot, by the way. That should keep Valentine busy for a while and I don't think Prime would go out hunting without any backup. We have the time we need to find this lycan. Another thing, Zzeil," he paused a moment, not sure if he should say this or not. "We need this one to be an example. We can't have rogues turning up all over the place. If we make this one an example, everyone will understand that the pack is to remain loyal and outsiders are to stay out and our problems will be solved. I'll do it if you want." He waited to see if she objected to his statement.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:12 pm
Zzeill smiled, bowing her head to the compliment at her shot. Leaning back in her seat, which relined slightly she looked back at Silver, thinking about what to do with the rogue once caught.
"I agree. Better to make an example and detur others from crossing us."
She smiled wickedly afterward though, thinking of the many ways in which she could harm the lycan rogue. But stopped her thought and came back to reality.
"Of course, if you wish."
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:25 pm
Silver smirked at her, noting her expression and tone of voice of her last comment. "Fine, fine. You can have the lycan. But i'm going along with you. You're not getting all of the fun, got it?" He said to her in a languid tone.
"Now, did you need to bring anything with you?" He asked her, his gaze wandering to the whip on the mantle. He slightly jerked my head at it. "That would be useful, I would think. As for me..." He extended one of his fingernails into a claw. "I'll make do."
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2007 3:39 pm
"No please, have your fun. I only want two things..."
She said, waving it off with one hand before looking back to him.
"Both Canine teeth, before death befalls the rogue. Let that be the example we can show the others."
She offered, not knowing if he would bite. Either way she got up, following his gaze to the weapons on her mantle. Pausing she looked into the fire that would surly be dead before she returned, putting a hand on the mantles edge to lean against it. Pushing away she took the gun and holster, before grabbing a small black bag and a pair of leather gloves. She also took the whip which was put around the waist as always just before dawning the shoulder holster and revolver. Turning she put the small black bag into her pocket and smiled.
"All ready. Where do you suppose we start?"
She asked, taking her hat and jacket from the bed.
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