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Post by Lilith LeFleur on Mar 28, 2011 16:16:27 GMT -8
Happy Birthday Dearest[/right] The dark and idle streets of a peaceful midnight were left unabated aside from the chilling atmosphere of the ports of Long Beach and while the night life was still active the cool fog rolling in over the nightscapes chased the many souls from the streets and more so into the indoors. From within the dimly lit bar overlooking a calm hillside Lilith sat prominently alone but then never alone as she coddled the small cupcake between her palms a tired gaze postured on her features glaring at the wick of the candle as it burned away. There was never a family to wish her a birthday or even someone to tell her which was hers all she knew was as the years went by she was left to her own bidding and by now she claimed it to be her sixteenth peace resonated for once in a long while. The chilling breath of her shadow massaging the nape of her neck and urging in the nearest ear to blow out the candles and make a wish however that same voice urging her not to make the certain wish, the only thing Lilith really wanted. By now the wick had burned into the cake and put itself out, the bustling jeers of her company cooed out amongst one another making spot at whatever drunken stunt one another had pulled all the while making leave that she'd ever existed. She was a hypocrite, always wanting to be left alone however deep down wanting to be noticed it made her writhe in self agony while the world still turned. "Happy Birthday Lily."A blissful smile on her cheeks lasting but in the space of a second before standing upwards and crossing the bar leaving her table unattended and the laundered cupcake to be devoured by any drunken buffoon taking up residence there next. Out amongst the night she was more visible, the long thigh high boots caught right beneath her deep black trenchcoat while a pair of blackened gloves resided on her palms long enough to be noticed as she scraped a strand of hair from before her eyes. Tired hues lazily forgot the primeval search of the ally way as she snuck out the back forgoing safety for a hurried pace as she took to the night unbeknownst to her that the littered side streets run amok with chaos. A clatter from behind her would trigger the first signal that something of course was wrong, a par of disheveled figures took to fleeting feet charging her direction as she cringed away in a flurry. Though a catch in her step would send her plummeting to the floor. Face buried in who knows what but smelt of rotten bananas. A frenzied breath and the pulse of blood in her head as she felt the pain of a tight grasp around her wrists forgoing the language to which the demons spoke. They seemed to jostle amongst each other their plans but their duties were clear. Subdue her flurries. Lilith barely noticed but she'd been screaming, inaudible cries for help, flailing gestures of fighting tooth and nail for position even noted the pooling blood at ones face as she'd taken a swing at him but soon enough she was tired, weakened for all sakes and scared most of all. She wanted to kill them. To bloody them all. A veil of red as her vision went out entirely, all she heard were the screams as a dark phantom figure, the shadow that'd been stalking her since birth took its vengeance upon the muggers. Its tail sweeping long and black while its eyes a darkened amethyst. Claws resembled that of a demon and before long it vanished just the same. Lilith's panicked breaths kept her back to the garbage bin, a pool of body parts strewn on the floor matched in their respective pools of blood. None managed to retain their old forms and they were as she wanted them, suffering in Styx with their bodies maladjusted to purgatory. [/ul]
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 28, 2011 21:18:44 GMT -8
First Impressions
It seemed as if every living thing in the alleyway had been torn limb from limb by some ghastly unseen force—all but one. A lithe silhouette remained standing just out of reach of the dim lamplight; tall and spectral, motionless yet flowing with the night’s inky shadows, the eerie sight would beg the question of who, or perhaps what, to the girl leaning against the garbage bin. For several moments more the figure remained still before advancing with a strange agility; it disappeared into the darkness of the alleyway only to reappear in front of the girl half a second later, in the form of a very pale young woman with amethyst eyes.
In the darkness not much of Vespyr’s being was visible save for her haunting visage, for she wore her traditional black attire that allowed her to blend in with the night; a long trench coat, combat boots, black fingerless gloves. Coincidentally the two females seemed to be dressed almost identically, which begged more questions of the odd encounter. But before the other girl could make a move, Vespyr had seized her by the throat with one hand and covered her nose and mouth with the other. Her eyes glinted coldly as she attempted to suffocate the girl, her black claws digging into flesh, holding the girl in place against the dumpster with very little, but more than enough, effort on her part. If the girl’s movements were to slow and cease, Vespyr would wait exactly ten seconds for her to faint, check her pulse, and then drag her into the secret darkness of the underground city.
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Post by Lilith LeFleur on Mar 29, 2011 15:44:19 GMT -8
Fade to Black[/right] It was a cold sensation the feeling of death as it narrowed in on her at first, the relief caught her heart with a skip as she rested there palms turned downward to the pavement as nails thickened with the grime of the dusty streets. Heart rate and beat elevated and all noise aside from the thumping sounds were droned out. Dizzying deities sparked in her hues marking bright veils in the absence of light as another rush upon her. While her vision and senses blurred she could only but make out for the stature of the character being smaller and more feminine than the others but still retaining a strength that could go unmatched for the present company. Cold clawing hands wrapped tautly around her neck suffocating her the only instinct met to claw in return her own hands stifling for a space between her palms trying to pry them free feeling no loose ends and quickly adjusting to gouge for the eyes. Her right hand propelling outwards to downward strike at the girl's face aiming where the eye should be where the left would still struggle for a grapple hold. While there was still some measure of air to her she would try to cry out, gather a measure of control for her idle. Though to no avail as the brightness of it all took a back seat to the darkness and while fear was present so was relief. 'When I wake up this bitch is going to die.'And with a faint smile blacked out.[/ul]
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 29, 2011 16:32:41 GMT -8
The Calm Before The Storm
Vespyr quickly dodged the strike to her face by leaning back to fully outstretch her long arms, and releasing the girl’s nose and mouth she caught the flying hand midair and squeezed tighter around the throat with her other hand. Within moments the girl had seemed to lose consciousness; Vespyr held on for several calculated seconds longer, her cold violet eyes resting on the now sleeping features of the girl’s face. Vespyr’s was just as placid, the only meager emotion found in those eerily dark eyes. In the darkness her pale features appeared as if carved from marble—smooth white, cold to the touch. It remained such as she released her grip, letting the girl slump to the ground like a broken toy. Very methodically her pulse was checked, hands and feet tightly bound, mouth gagged, and body dragged into a nearby storm drain. Vespyr followed, sliding her thin body into the dark crevasse with ease.
Once inside, she quietly dragged the girl by her feet through the pitch black tunnel using only her memory to guide her through the underground labyrinth of the storm drain system. The frigid air was thick with a damp and musty scent that was not unpleasant; this wasn’t a sewer, after all. However, a small stream of dirty water still ran through it at all times, raining or not, so when the girl would awake later she would find her hair and back to be wet. She would also find that she was unable to see, though not blindfolded, for light did not exist in the tunnels. In fact, many things did not exist there—light, fresh air, living things… not even rats would venture in, and for good reasons too, which the girl would discover later on. Vespyr was well aware of these factors, of course.
She might have been awakened by the bellowing echo of car wheels striking a manhole cover somewhere in the cavernous darkness. It produced a startling sound, almost like a KNOCK KNOCK, that would ricochet ominously through the tunnel for miles without end. So perhaps it was this frightening echo that would wake her; if not, it might be the cold gusts of wind that had begun to blow through, or the fact that she was now face down in the foul-smelling water. Inevitably she would awake to total darkness, her hands and feet bound, gag removed, and a rope tied around her neck like a noose that trailed off to some unknown place. [/blockquote]
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Post by Lilith LeFleur on Mar 30, 2011 15:50:19 GMT -8
Death Cometh on Vile Wings[/right] She wasn't so terrified at this point already suffice to say under the belief that she was dead, while she didn't believe that she'd have been left in the dark so long, all the same residing in the back of her mind. Curiosity of all things as the ticking noise unsure as to if there was anyone there, curiosity her biggest of all sins as she licked her lips plump edges. The taste of blood cultivating at the corner of her cheeks but coming up dry shortly as the sour taste of the vile air reaped her lungs. It wasn't hard to establish where they were, a dampened lair modeled courtly after the Penguin in Batman, not all too creative. A judging grin in the back of her skull ticking down the clock slowly analyzing as to what was to be done. One, the pained tears residing in the region of her wrists, the blood trickling from them into her palms and a stiff pain that rode up through her back from the stretch. Two the rough cluster around her neck, whomever had her against her will was clearly mental, a sadist perhaps. Keenly intent on getting pleasure out of people's pain. She'd met her shares in the streets, no goals but the here and now. A cough would lurch from her lunges breaking the residual silence that was left in the repetition of noises in the depths. She was bored. Enough with the theatrics and get to the game.[/ul]
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Post by Vespyr on Mar 30, 2011 21:34:22 GMT -8
And the Hourglass Begins To Drip...
Vespyr’s attention perked at the sound of the cough and movement from below, and she sat up. She had been lying with her ear to the manhole with her eyes half-open, resting. The location was the empty lot by her abandoned parking garage. No one but she lurked in that kind of area at this time of night. It must have been around midnight or so, and the air was misty and heavy with the delicious scent of natural wetness.
“We’re going to have a bit of rain, I think,” she said emotionlessly, as if she meant to initiate a conversation with the girl. As she spoke, the ground began to be speckled with tiny drops of water. Big talk in the town today was of a storm, the last of winter, to wash away the filth in the city and make it fresh for spring.
“Perfect time to be exploring storm drains, wouldn’t you say?”
The corners of her black cherry lips twitched into a dark grin and she chuckled inaudibly. Her eyelids hung lazily half-open still, the deep amethyst of her irises barely visible through the mist. If she had seemed tense at all before, she was completely relaxed now and enjoying thoroughly this little plot of hers. Without expecting a response she watched as the ground became pelted by thicker droplets; the dry spots all but disappearing within seconds, the rainstorm was now fully underway. In a matter of minutes the first trickles of runoff would crawl into the gutters along the street, accumulate into larger masses of flowing water and stream into the catch basins, and pour violently through grates into the tunnel which Vespyr’s newest victim was now trapped in. In a matter of minutes the entire tunnel system would become the prey of a flash flood. Whatever or whoever happened to be caught inside would, in a matter of minutes, drown, if they were not first battered or beaten to shreds by the accumulated debris of the inner city that was carried in the rushing waters. [/blockquote]
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Post by Lilith LeFleur on Apr 2, 2011 13:35:36 GMT -8
You're kidding right?[/right] “We’re going to have a bit of rain, I think,” Her skull drawn upward to what she'd presume would be the only scene of light, a dull sky in the direction of a manhole overhead. Ew. A sewer. She grimaced at the though of getting herself muddled in all this filth seeing as it really posed no threat to her Meridith would never let her die, nor would Glastyn. “Perfect time to be exploring storm drains, wouldn’t you say?” "Enjoying yourself?Lilith's lips would curve upwards into a feigning smile ignorant to the concerns of her inherent mortality in this situation. Of course to a degree she was pissed off that she'd been caught in this situation but that couldn't be helped. She was human after all. A fowl spit of saliva forming in the back of her throat being unleashed into the pooling river beneath her. "Oh Captor would you please let me go! I can't bear the thought of it all going back I swear I'll be good and have a revelation of life changing proportions."It was hard to resist laughing as she faked a teary eyed appearance of every horror film she'd seen of the victims. Always some malevolent panned out over thematic scene where the victim had to learn a lesson and atone for their sins. It didn't matter to her if that was her captors objective or not but it played to her own sick sense of humor. [/ul]
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Post by Vespyr on Apr 2, 2011 19:41:13 GMT -8
Got To Keep Them On Their Toes
Vespyr’s face remained unchanged for the most part as the girl spoke—clearly not amused by the girl’s joking around but not bothered by it, either. She let there be a moment of silence before speaking again:
“Yes, I am enjoying myself.”
She picked up the rope that lay at her feet, wrapping it around her hand several times for security. It was a fairly thick rope. She supposed it must be rather uncomfortable around the neck, too, for it was the hardy sort of rope they used on ships—the scratchy kind. However, it could have been worse. She could have used a chain like she usually did, but… she had lost the chain on her last victim, who had been swept up in the flash flood so quickly that the chain was yanked through the manhole before Vespyr could catch it (which was why she wrapped the rope, because good solid rope was hard to come by).
“So. Tell me about what happened in the alleyway,” she said nonchalantly, adopting a tone of sarcastic interest in her voice. Her violet eyes were shining insidiously and she rose to her feet, holding the rope tightly but not pulling on it yet.
Below, the gusts of cold wind would be getting stronger as the increasing amounts of water displaced the stagnant air inside the tunnel. The water level had not risen yet; it would be several minutes yet before it had filtered into the drain and through the catch basins. Several more minutes for conversation.
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Post by Lilith LeFleur on Apr 5, 2011 17:19:08 GMT -8
Testy[/right] She didn't want to be stuck here, nor play along as it was all such a waste of her time. The rile in her throat and apparent gestures made in a facial scowl presented such as a distasteful maneuver. She expected the only reason she had been caught up for so long was attributed to Meridith's amusement waiting until the last moment to seek her release so that all hell could break loose within Lilith's mind before safety was assured. bitch[/s]. She could feel the girl up top give another tug forcing some discomfort in the throat, a measure of displeasure as it rolled through her like the cold breeze which picked up. A personal note to not get kidnapped unless of course the day just so happened to be bright and sunny. "Give it another tug and I'll be privy to show you."She'd retort in an irritated scowl loosing her sense of pleasure in the moment. As much as a masochist she tended to be she felt herself to be the domineering sort, not the other way around. As eyes narrowed she felt the cold clutch of a shadowy hand lurch to her shoulder, biding its time as the moments clutched by.[/ul]
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Post by Vespyr on Apr 5, 2011 22:20:21 GMT -8
Things Get Interesting
Her lips twitched into action.
“My pleasure.”
Vespyr yanked up on the rope harshly, easily lifting the girl off the ground as the rope tightened mercilessly about her neck. A second later she would drop rather ungracefully back into the murky water and find that it was noticeably deeper than before… Oh, yes. The flash flood was on its way.
“Do you hear?”
If she were to listen, she would hear the echo of a dull roar tumbling through the tunnel—getting more thunderous—with every—second.
However, contrary to what the girl might expect (for obviously she was expecting this to be like one of those god-awful horror movies), there was no maniacal laughter coming from above the manhole. No vicious cackling, no evilly witty puns about her impending doom. Aside from the thunder of raging water not too far off There was nothing to be heard. As far as she would be able to see or hear, her captor may very well have ditched out on her for greener, bloodier pastures.
But Vespyr was still there, standing several feet away from the manhole, the rope in her hand, her violet eyes patiently fixated, waiting for the end to come.
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Post by Lilith LeFleur on May 2, 2011 15:19:59 GMT -8
Sound of Thunder[/right] The slack thickened, bolting around her throat viciously feeling the taut destruction of her larynx and her body tense up frivolously in an attempt to survive. Horror was not what she felt but rather complete anger. Anger at the complete loss of power over the situation, it left her infuriated to the point that. *Slink!* Lilith would collapse knee deep in the filth of the sewers clutching her throat as the rope fell down around her at its end a solid cut through it showing right where she'd been freed from the attack. She'd begin wheezing and hacking from the sudden girth of air, time she could have better spent as her captor no doubt felt the slack of the rope give way. [/ul]
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Post by Vespyr on May 7, 2011 15:26:17 GMT -8
'...with the fishes.'
The rope went slightly slack in her hands. Vespyr eyed it for a moment, an odd glimmer of curiosity in the dark violet hues, and then pulled on it. As she expected, the severed end slid weakly from the manhole like a beheaded snake. She was disappointed, of course—either her rope had been cheap all along, or it was still fine quality, rare, but now ruined. The dark lips were a straight line, eyebrows raised, narrowed eyes glaring at the useless length she was holding. And then she dropped it, knelt down, and put her mouth near the hole.
“Well then. I hope you are confident in your ability to hold your breath for longer than ten minutes.” she said in a flat, but sharply sarcastic tone. If the girl said anything in response, Vespyr wouldn’t be able to hear her—by now the deadly flash flood would be thundering toward and/or engulfing her, blotting out all sound. Even her screams would struggle to overcome the overpowering force of sound that the tunnels were able to create in just the right conditions.
Vespyr rose to her feet, running a slender, pale hand through her dripping white hair. The rain was coming down in torrents but she didn’t mind. She felt rather placid. Despite the failure of the rope and her loss of a victim, she was complacent. It was hard to sustain a less-than-apathetic mood in this weather. Even though her entertainment for the evening was most likely enduring a watery death… there was a chance yet for something interesting to occur. A slim chance. But Vespyr wouldn’t rule it out. In fact, she almost counted on it.
OOC: Some technical details for you:
Despite Vespyr's intentions, I am always determined to keep other players' characters from dying ^_^; It's a sort of tug-of-war we have when I'm roleplaying with her. But due to the absence of rope, there is no longer anything to keep Lilith from being washed away to her certain death... But if she's keen and quick enough to notice a minor detail in her surroundings, she will be able to spare her life. I'm assuming, since the general populace doesn't seem to enjoy exploring the inside of storm drains as much as I do, that you might not be familiar with what's beneath a manhole: In other words, hold on for dear life. Also, manhole covers are extremely heavy and she might not be strong enough to lift it on her own. I hope I haven't put you in too tight a spot. It just tends to happen with Vespyr -__-; She's an out-of-contol sociopathic serial killer, what can I say?
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