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Post by pandorasbox on Jun 8, 2006 23:06:40 GMT -5
Twig smirked "yes,and it obviously worked on you" he laughed then he went silent when he heard Zillah and Ghost walk into the alley "whose is this girl?" Ghost asked but Zillah elbowed him hard in the stomach "hold your tounge Ghost" he said calmly "Twig the sun is going to rise" he said
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Post by fantasyluver on Jun 8, 2006 23:13:11 GMT -5
Nikki looked at them as they entered the alley. This was certainly a wonderful night. She didn't much appreciate him asking 'whose' she was. When she was certainly owned by nothing or no one and had the other man not corrected him she surely would have. She really didn't have much else to say when they said it was nearly sunrise.
Meaning she should probably head home as well. Not wanting to be stuck out in the sun seeing as it obviously was a bad thing. Twig, she would have to remember that name. With out another word, or surprisingly not even a glare towards any of them she started to walk out of the alley.
((Wow look at us go, still no one has joined.))
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Post by pandorasbox on Jun 8, 2006 23:36:32 GMT -5
Twig's eyes followed her then he stood up "good luck" he said as he walked towards Zillah and Ghost. Zillah stared at her then he began walking back to the van "come on" he said. Ghost nodded and quickly followed but Twig remained back for a moment and sighed "I'll go when I feel like it.......now I'll go" he said as he began walking.
(this feels a bit weird and on the other hand I like to rp with ya)
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Post by fantasyluver on Jun 8, 2006 23:43:23 GMT -5
(Lol, I am sure some people will join.))
Nikki smirked to the good luck comment. Okay so he wasn't too bad an ass, and she found it funny when she heard his little 'I'll go when I want to go.' That didn't mean she was going to be nice about it either. Yes, she could be a bitch when she wanted. She started walking out of the alley and towards her home. Which happened to not be too far from here thank gods, because she did hope to get there before the sun rise.
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Post by pandorasbox on Jun 9, 2006 0:18:02 GMT -5
Zillah opened the back door and climbed in,laying on the matress. Ghost got in and leaned against the wall of the van and rested his head on his knees. Twig stared at the buildings before he sighed and got in and shut the door,sitting down infront of it,waiting for the next night.
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Post by fantasyluver on Jun 9, 2006 0:22:22 GMT -5
It didn't take Nikki to long to make it home. Going inside and looking at her windows. "Shit." She thought as she went to close all of the curtains. Yes she needed to watch out for these things now. She sighed as she was tired and despite what happened tonight she figured some sleep might do her good. Knowing she couldn't be out in the day didn't effect her. She actually worked as a bartender of all the things, to her luck. Hoping to be able to keep her job since she had to pay for her appartment some how. These thoughts soon disappeared though as the sun was coming up, while her body slipped into sleep.
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Post by pandorasbox on Jun 9, 2006 0:58:22 GMT -5
(skip a head to the next night?)
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Post by fantasyluver on Jun 9, 2006 1:00:25 GMT -5
((I suppose we could, or wait to see if anyone replys. It is up to you because I care not either way. Who knows if anyone else will even join , there is of course still Skittles I presume.))
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Post by pandorasbox on Jun 9, 2006 1:47:10 GMT -5
(yeah let's wait for someone else to come)
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Skittle too lazy to log in
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Post by Skittle too lazy to log in on Jun 9, 2006 2:25:13 GMT -5
Evidently, a lot had happened since the rainbow female had begun her dance of death. Out in the night, all manner of strange and supernatural things had taken place; perhaps the secretive grin she held meant she knew. Perhaps it didn't, and it was only paranoia that drove thought towards that conclusion. Nevertheless, the woman only left that club when dawn drew close...
Her home wasn't particularly far from the club, but that was certaintly not where Rainbow went; she had other things to do, that did not involve food, television or sleep. Indeed, one might have said she didn't need the latter, as she looked as bright-eyed and cheerful as when she had been dancing. So, on the day went, and she completed her various duties, all the while smiling. Perhaps because she knew something others did not. Perhaps she didn't.
The evening was being birthed once more, in a delightful haze of pinks and blues, the sun melting into a tiny fireball on the horizon, and the moon lifting it's soft, reflective surface into the air. Contrasting vastly with the soft moonlight, the neons and streetlamps buzzed, casting a harsh, almost cruel light onto the tarmac roads and buildings. The streetlamps made distorted shadows, the street appearing sinister and grotesque.
And down the sinister street, a familiar figure danced, her feet tapping out the rhythm to her heart itself.
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Post by fantasyluver on Jun 9, 2006 14:58:07 GMT -5
"Those were some pretty fucked up dreams." Nikki thought when she woke up. She had slept during the day, as a good vampire should, and woke up when it was night. Her dreams had so much blood and gore in it she was starting to wander if she had gone of the deep end.
It wasn't normal for her at least. She wondered if this was how serial killers felt. She got up with a deep sigh getting dressed for work that night. She got to work at the bar at least and as far as she could tell she wasn't hungry so it shouldn't be a problem.
She put on a black skirt, which was indeed a little short, and a red blouse that was indeed a little tight, but how else do you expect a bartender like her to get such good tips. She put her hair up and did some makeup, than a necklace and started out for her place of work..... O happy days.
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Post by Serenity on Jun 9, 2006 15:14:36 GMT -5
ooc: Would you guys like someone to join you?
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Post by fantasyluver on Jun 9, 2006 15:18:47 GMT -5
((Would we ever lol, there are three people role playing so far, and 5 characters. So I think it would be great to have some one else to join in on the role play, and after seeing your intro on boarding school I can tell you are a good role player.))
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Post by Serenity on Jun 9, 2006 15:22:12 GMT -5
ooc: Thank you, and I shall gladly join. I am going to have two characters, male and female. I am just playing around a bit to see how I want the two to interact....
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Post by Serenity on Jun 9, 2006 15:41:34 GMT -5
A scream echoed endlessly through the sudden still night, its haunting chill flowing down the back of a male whom sat within the darkness, his mp3 blaring heavy metal as he allowed earphones to dangle from his ears. As suddendly as the scream came, it vanished. Life, when once seemed to halt, now resumed as if nothing took place.
A heavily tanned hand ran through his black spiked hair, dark chocolate gaze slowly staring upward as beads of sweat fell from his face onto his leather jacket. 'What was that,' he thought, turning the mp3 off and quickly stuffing it within his pocket while allowing his head to slowly look around the dark corner of where he stood, staring blankly at the bar that laid not far ahead.
The male was a little over six feet tall with a heavy, athletic build. His face was clean shaven, and well carved to show calm, handsome features that didn't wish to mislead others. One to trust, as most would say.
Suddenly, his eyes widen as he watched a dark form run from the bar, a large form following in its wake. With fear gripping at his chest, he flew back from the corner, hiding once more.
"Please," a high-pitched voice yelled, fear and anger clearly being read. "Leave me alone."
The voice sounded like a female, and though high in tone, held the slight note of bravery towards her killer. Crimson liquid flowed from her twin marks were large needles seemed to have pierced the skin. Already she could feel something amiss while she clutched to her neck, her weak form hitting the ground hard.
Quickly she rolled to her back, both hands leaving her neck as she savagly hit the face of the male before him.
"Bitch," he whispered, whipping blood from his mouth and licking it clean off his hand. "Still, one who has such fight in her most guys like me would still consider sexy. Too bad I don't want you around for other guys to find, you are too special," a broad voice boomed, icy grip clutching the girl's shoulder's. The dark cloaked form began to lift her once more, his chilly voice stinging her neck as his teeth teased her once more.
His chuckle was dark and haunting while her hefty boots struggled to kick him close enough to a mark of weakness. His eyes dirtly glance downward towards her dark shirt with the skull upon it, torn to shreds and just barely clinging to her chest. Chains rattle violently on her dark pants, but he ignored them as his dark gaze met her vibrant blue ones.
"Too bad. Such a pretty being put to waste," he whispered in her ear, allowing himself to finally make the decision to kill his prey.
Suddenly, the male in the dark could no longer take it. Springing out, he charged at the man, a pure silver weapon in hand. A dagger who stole to carry around in defense... Now, it laid through the heart of another, causing the girl to fall upon the ground once more. A loud roar of pain bellowed into the night air, glaring at the tan male before disappearing into the night.
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