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Post by VooDoo on Sept 10, 2009 15:23:10 GMT -8
It was a new day and Voodoo had waken up at his place. The rats had seemed to love his left over Chinese food. Quickly Voodoo jumped out of bed and started to work out. He did 100 push-ups, rolled over and then did 100 sit-ups. After that he was sweating. School was about to start and it gave him time to do something other than school. It was time to go look for the organization. Voodoo wasn't in the mood for school. Quickly he jumped into the shower(surprising this beat down place had water) and quickly got changed into some clothes. He threw on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black shirt. At that he jumped out the back window and started heading away from the school. As Voodoo walked he noticed all the stores opening and the traffic picking up. This meant all the students were out and heading down to school. Hopefully all went well and he wouldn't run into any teachers. When he got to the corner he ran into someone. "Watch were your going moron." He kept his cool and continued to walk away. This person wasn't going to bother him.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 11, 2009 15:15:59 GMT -8
A shrill screech echoed in the deep shadows of the alley, followed swiftly by a sickening crunch, and a wicked laugh. The ghastly sounds themselves spoke of the trepidation in the air and the carnage that oozed on the dirty pavement, hidden from the eyes of passersby. In a moment, a slender shape flitted out from the darkness and inconspicuously made her way to a nearby bench, a nefarious grin upon her moon-pale face. Violet eyes peered with a lurid satisfaction as the girl sat down, crossing one leg over another, blood dripping hauntingly from her heavy black boot. Anyone intrusive enough to ask about it would suffer the same fate; and Vespyr was feeling energetic today, unafraid to wreak what havok she felt on a whim.
A pleasant aura drifted around her in contrast to the morbid puddle that was now forming on the sidewalk, and as she rested comfortably on the bench, she reflected upon the week's events. They had been good. Exceptional, actually, the antecedent to her rarely uplifted mood.
Her eyes fell blithely on a young man, who had turned to utter some unfriendly words to another, and watched him scrutinizingly as he continued in her direction. This one looked like the type who would mention something if it was on his mind, she noted, watching the one who had bumped into him walk away sullenly, humiliated... but was he be brazen enough to stand there like an idiot and mention something about the blood? As if she didn't know already... It had happened many times before; she would reside, and some rather brave person would mention something about her macabre appearance, pointing out moronically that, "Hey, there's blood on you."
No shit, sherlock.
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Post by VooDoo on Sept 15, 2009 9:23:25 GMT -8
So the man continued to walk away without attacking that was good. As VooDoo continued to walk away he noticed a girl sitting on the bench. He also noticed that she had blood on her shoes. It wouldn't be like she didn't notice so it wasn't his place to tell her. The thing was that she was staring at him like she knew he would ask. VooDoo had a brilliant idea. He walked next tp the girl as close as possible to ruin the whole comfort thing.
"What are you staring at you freak. See something interesting or just want to get the blood off your shoes. You do know there is blood on your shoes right?"
He would know this would probably set her off so he gave her a huge do something-about-it-grin and would continue to walk on, listening for her to attack him.
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 16, 2009 16:31:19 GMT -8
Vespyr watched with growing disaste as the boy passed, taken aback slightly by his sudden and quite ridiculous manner. Blatant, much? She sensed that he was nearly itching for some kind of attention, after all, who would just throw themselves out there like that?
Instead of giving him the satisfaction of a reply, Vespyr simply looked away, a rapacious grin spreading across her face in an ironic way. Ironic because on any normal day she would have leapt from her seat and gutted him instantaneously. Her smile was in amusement, at his stupidity, at his moronic comment, and wondering what sort of entertainment he would provide. If she were the easily offended type, several curses would have flown like throwing knives to shred up his back; but she wasn't, so she didn't. However, she didn't want to see this wastrel alive. She wanted him dead, like the others...
Silently like a serpent, Vespyr rose from the bench and strode across the sidewalk, blood splattering where she stepped as she approached the boy, her teeth bared in a nefarious grin. Before he knew it, she would be behind him with an arm wrapped tightly about his neck. Her hand flexed and she sunk her claws into the back of his neck, slicing the thick muscle there with a spasm of blood. Her other hand would move to cover his eyes, her sharp claws rending the soft flesh of his face.
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Post by VooDoo on Sept 29, 2009 10:53:45 GMT -8
He felt the girls arm around his neck. He felt the pain and let it run through him. The girls other hand had grabbed his face and Voodoo ripped his face away, four open scratch wounds across his face. Voodoo's eyes turned a dark crimson red and so did his hair. This had been what he wanted for her to attack but him be ready. With that he kicked backwards as hard as he could. With how close she was it would be hard to miss. The whole hair thing would probably catch her off guard to. If he hit her he would turn around, blood coming from the four fresh new scratches across his face, and look at where she was.
You bitch. Now you die!!!
He would run at her and try to tackle the girl. If successful he would mount her and throw punches left anf right.
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 8, 2009 16:25:17 GMT -8
Vespyr felt the boy's muscles ripple and tense, and leapt nimbly upward as the foot shot through the air where she had been less than a moment before. Now that one of his legs were splayed and Vespyr had pressed all her weight onto his shoulders, he would go toppling down to the ground due to his demilitarized balance. The femme's eyes blazed torridly, fuming with malicious intent as she looked down at him. Without a moment's lapse, she would jump, rearing her legs like a horse pawing the air powerfully, and land with a rib-shattering thud on his back. The breath would be forced from his lungs, impairing his mobility further yet.
Her hand found its way to his throat, where is fastened itself like a snake to its prey-- her sharp thumbnail was less than a centimeter from impaling the boy's artery, but she didn't intend to kill him yet... No, she had other plans regarding to his disposal.
"Listen, or else I'm going to spill your blood all over this pavement right now. You got it wrong, kiddo. I'm not going to die, you are. Not because you insulted me, but just because I hate you. I hate all of you. I saw you and wanted you dead, and that's exactly what's going to happen. Now." she hissed into his ear, tongue flecking menacingly, the words dripping into his ear's like acid. Vespyr's eyes had a strange darkness now, an eerie black aura swirling icily in their depths as they were riveted forward.
In one fluid motion, Vespyr released the boy's neck and stood, bringing a heavy combat boot down on the back of his head, sealing the last words with a stamp of blood.
Blinded and breathless, the boy wouldn't stand a chance.
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