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Post by Vespyr on Sept 12, 2009 10:25:58 GMT -8
Blood, everywhere, splattering the walls and the dirty ground with a spry artistry that any abstract painter would have admired. The grim pigment had imbrued Vespyr's clothing, dripping even from the tips of her hair. Her hands were engulfed inside her latest victim's opened hide, rending the flesh and the guts from their broken casing like a small child eagerly tearing the paper from a gift on Christmas morning. On her face, residuating amongst the array of blood spatters, was a voracious grin.
She removed her paws from the ragged chest cavity with a sickening squelch, and watched with deranged merriment as the body slumped to the ground lifelessly. Her fingers met the wall where she traced euphoric doodles with the crimson ink, morbid and cryptic designs having little to do with anything at all, created whimsically off the top of her head. What was to blame for this? Boredom.
As the night pressed on, Vespyr had finished her macabre mural, and she sat beside the disemboweled corpse with a blithe demeanor, gazing dauntlessly at the carnage. Its face was still taut with trepidation, the way it had been when she had slain it by ripping the beating heart from the oriface. The eyes, glassy and already begun to glaze over with the cold fog of death, stared interminably forward. This had been a person, and was no more, Vespyr considered with apathy bordering on satisfaction. One less.
The femme stood, muttering a mawkish goodbye before gliding like a shadow from the dark abyss of the alley. Her emergence onto the street would go unnoticed by the few passersby at this time of night, and those who did see her blood-saturated clothing would hurry along with a sense of enormous foreboding. Vespyr perched herself atop a nearby mailbox, fishing a cigarette from her deep trenchcoat pocket along with a match to light it. Once the tip was glowing faintly, she tossed the match away, the life fizzling out as it met the cold sidewalk.
With a contended sigh, Vespyr's violet eyes wandered up to the sky, her beloved planetarium, and gazed fondly at the miniscule points of light from far, far away.
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Post by Grav on Sept 12, 2009 12:43:45 GMT -8
(OOC: O.o)
grav was on his way home, walking the streets of long beach, he wasnt thinking about anything in particular. simply life. the night tended to do that to him. but you know. theres not much you can do.
he lifted his head to gaze at the stars as he walked. he was whistling a tune. nothing noticeable, simply something that came from within. in other words he was just whistling for the hell of it. he continued walking. hands in his leather jacket. he had a dark red button up shirt on today. over it his black leather jacket and a pair of lucky brand jeans covered his lower half. his black converse sufficed for the day.
he noticed a dim light coming up in the distance. the light of a cigarette. as he got closer he noticed that it was a young girl. and she was covered in blood. this made grav feel uneasy. he immediately drew his hands out of his pocket and stood in a stance that was meant for fighting, though if you werent trained to recognize it wouldnt realize it was such.
"who are you? why are you covered in blood? and dont you know that smokings bad for you??"
he directed that the curious youngling
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 12, 2009 19:51:43 GMT -8
Vespyr watched the young man approach her disdainfully, her eyes blazing with psychopathic intimidation, daring him to bother her. She chuckled spitefully when he did, glaring with contempt as he stood before her, the inflection in his voice ringing as an annoyance in her ears. For a moment she was silent, disbelieving. Then, she narrowed her eyes and removed the cigarette from her black cherry lips, silvery tendrils of smoke passing from her them, crawling impishly through the air to blow in the other's face. A politic answer to his question.
"Fuck off, asshole." she said contentiously, flicking ash from the butt in his direction to scorn. Fuck his questions, fuck the health hazards from the smoking. Her blatant disregard for these matters would be apparent if the boy was intelligable in any way, and if he were so he would back off now and press on no further. Vespyr wasn't one to answer mindless questions, especially not those of ignorant, obstrusive strangers. Anyone who was daring enough to badger her would inevitably find their viscera splattered against her clothing as well, like a vicious circle. She kills. They ask, she kills again. And so on...
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Post by Grav on Sept 13, 2009 12:21:59 GMT -8
grav didnt take kindly to people showing him disrespect. it wasnt a kind thing. and grav thought of himself to be a kind man. so when she told him to fuck off and flicked ash in his face, he was not happy at all. gravs rage happened to be set off, and most people dont want to set him off.
he started by shaking the ash from his face, considering this person didnt know him he decided to let her have a chance.
"i suggest you apologize little lady, i dont think that being rude is something you should do to me"
grav said through gritted teeth. he wasnt going to let this slide. he wasnt going to let some creepy trenchcoated little girl disrespect him like this.
"if you decide to not apologize, bad things can happen."
grav smirked and looked at her. a shine hit his deep purple eyes and he took a stance to fight. he was ready for whatever she threw at him. this would be a fun fight.
"come on then, lets do it"
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 13, 2009 13:24:29 GMT -8
Vespyr couldn't help but chuckle insincerely when the stranger asked her to apologize; did she really look like the obedient, apologetic type? She was not. Rather, she was quite dispassionate to spewing sorries; especially not to the effete types who demanded respect for nothing in return, putting on airs and prancing about with their noses in the air. In Vespyr's opinion all they deserved was to be slain in the most ghastly way possible, to have their insides ripped out and held before their eyes to show them that they're just the same and just as hideous as everyone else.
The girl could easily tell that he was itching to fight, and considered his absurd actions to be quite an amusement. For several moments her intrepid lilac orbs bored into his with a pernicious glint that would make even the confidence of a con man swagger with presentiment. Her hand, an angry snake striking at its opponent, fastened around the boy's throat below his jaw with unmatchable stealth, (Dex: 30) and with deadly intent she sunk her claws into his flesh. The other hand was poised like a cobra and ready to strike at his if he attempted to loosen her grip, though it was impossible for him do so without rending his skin further in the process. If he had an ounce of wisdom he would listen as she issued her warning. Her voice was a serreptitious hiss, a sound that would make his blood chill and pass like shards of ice through his throbbing veins.
"Be careful who you pick your fights with, not everyone in this city is merciful. That includes me."
Her eyes were locked inviolably with his, a dangerous predatory glint reflecting off the surface of their haunting depth. In one fluid motion, she hopped off of the mailbox and brought a heavy combat boot right into the center of the boy's chest, kicking with all her strength as to send him toppling back into a lamp post. She stood with finesse, looking down at him with disgust. She was feeling spry and was prepared to lash out if he were feeling fiesty enough and up for the challenge.
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Post by Grav on Sept 13, 2009 14:16:05 GMT -8
her hand grasped gravs throat. it was funny how people thought that the throat was a scary place to grab. it never really bothered him. in fact he chuckled when she grabbed him and then issued a warning. to grav this was becoming a game, his darker more violent side was starting to show through.
before she could leap from the post wich he noticed she was beginning to do, he would leap from his position, with her hand stil straddling his throat, he would grab her wrist with his hands, and the loop his legs around her arm, and using the momentum of the jump, he would throw her over him, sending her flying into the wall behind grav. once this happened, he would turn to the mailbox and pull it from its resting place, using it now as a weapon.
"maybe you should take your own warning"
grav chuckled
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 13, 2009 15:34:42 GMT -8
Vespyr gritted her teeth and bore her shoulder toward the ground as she was thrown, blood trailing like ribbons from her fingers as they withdrew from the deep wound in the boy's neck. When her arm met the cold surface, she was prepared and rolled to absorb the blow, coming to her hands and knees in an instant. Adrenalin was rushing like magma through her veins at this point, and her menacing teeth beared in a sudden animalistic ferocity. Before her foe would have a chance to wield the the heavy object, she would spring forward toward his gut, hands outstretched, fingers curled like vicious talons. The impact of her body with his would throw him off balance a bit. the coalition of that and the close proximity also making it difficult for him to strike at her with the weapon.
As they tumbled backward, Vespyr would tear at the leather jacket with her teeth to expose the vulnerable stomach beneath, plunging a clawed hand toward his belly with the swiftness of an eagle striking at its prey; an attemp to disembowel the victim in one swift blow. This move had been used countless times before and her precision was inevitable.
The girl wasn't smiling now; she was no longer amused by his brazen stupidity, the familiar hatred and avaricious need to inflict suffering becoming painfully apparent as she mercilessly lacerated the boy's torso.
"I don't give warnings," she roared maniacally, "I give death sentences!"
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Post by Grav on Sept 22, 2009 13:02:14 GMT -8
grav was lucky that she was thrown far enough away that he could see her luging at him. and with some quick thinking and some impeccable timing he would use his charger gloves to make the gravity of the weapon 10 times that of its normal gravity and then would release it just as she got near him so as to drop it on her head with increadibly force. if this missed he would go tumblin backwards and god knows what would happen.
if it landed he would jump to the side and curb stomp her back just to send the message of "dont play with me child"
he heard her threats and laughed.
"your a silly little kid you know that?
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 22, 2009 15:35:30 GMT -8
With a vicious snarl, Vespyr leaned her body to the side so that the mailbox would barely graze her shoulder as it plummeted, landing with a raucaus bang. She ignored the scrape that stung weakly on her arm, it was mild, and the ripped sleeve could be dealt with later... Her hand shot forward to grasp the boy's neck, eyes widening with the hunger to hurt as she saw the supple tendons ripple beneath his flesh. Such a nice body, as vile as it was, and the girl felt that she would have a great deal of fun shredding the skin from his muscles and the ligaments from his bones.
Should the boy be unable to protect himself as he was thrown back, Vespyr would flex her hand, driving the claws deep into the flesh, between the sinews and the veins, tearing them apart and getting a good hold with her fist clenched, fingers buried completely in the wound. She would then slam the boy's head repeatedly into the sidewalk with all her strength until it was limp and crushed like a pulp. With each beautifully wet-sounding crunch, the trecherous grin only grew wider, her eyes pools of liquid excitement with fury diffusing into their depth. People were just so stupid, they all deserved to die...
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