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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 13, 2009 11:38:08 GMT -8
It's time.... time for the massacre..... time for the blood! Time John, it's been time.... show them what we learned!
"Oh my GOD! What happened to this guy... his... his neck! MY GOD!" A mans voice says, discovering it....
"STEPHEN!" A girls voice cries out...
A grin, as if from the devil himself makes it's way onto his face, blood tracing from his mouth down his bare chest, stained and dry against his skin. His long hair flowing in the warm breeze as he steps out from the corner, revealing to the two just how killed their friend.
Moooooorrrrreeeeeee
"RUN LITTLE RABBITS!" John spoke in a deep dark voice, his body riddled with tattoo's of crosses, the two ran away from him into the school where he slowly followed. It was a Saturday, but all the same these kids had decided they wanted to go to the school. John had just come back from the hospital having been seriously injured by the Earth Dragon twice in a row. He spent more time unconscious or in recovery than he had before, not getting enough blood to satisfy his sick needs.
He chased down the hall, not realizing that these two kids weren't the only ones on campus......
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 13, 2009 12:02:43 GMT -8
Sara slowly walked the halls of the school. She had chosen to come here rather then go home to her shitty little apartment. There was nothing there for her. She would only go further insane trapped in that little hell hole. She closed her eyes, running her hand along the wall, feeling the cool metal of the lockers under her fingers and then the rough concrete of the walls as the row of lockers ended. She smiled to herself, basking in the feeling of not feeling anything at all. Then his name ran through her mind again. Matrim. And the anger flooded through her. Yet her grin only widened. Only he could drive her back to this dark place in her mind. Only the feelings he invoke could make her feel like this again. That idiot. Then she heard it. The sound of running footsteps. She wasn't alone. She chuckled softly to herself. Who was so stupid that they would be here? Ah well. Their mistake was her fun. She took off at a jog towards the sounds of the steps. She turned a corner and paused. Behind her there were more footsteps, running away. Coming towards her was some guy covered in blood and tattoos. ..... o.o O.O  Oh yes, coming to the school had been a good idea. The small girl, wearing nothing but shorts and a bathing suit would stand there, waiting for him to get closer. This was going to be fun. When he was close enough, she spoke. "Let's play. You'll play with me right?" ! |
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 13, 2009 12:13:40 GMT -8
"Let's play. You'll play with me right?"
A new rabbit has crossed my path.... She seems like she'd feel good... let's make her bleed!
John couldn't hold the beast back, he was on the brink of total takeover. What was one more life weighed against the type of genocide it would take should Marquise take over his body completely. So he decided that playing with this girls intestines and reorganizing her organs might make for a fun game of doctor. He'd probably learn about anatomy using this girls corpse.....
"I'll play with you...." He said in a voice that was insane, uncontrolled. He laughed, his teeth clenched together as his eyes opened widely at the girl, his fingeres stretching out and apart like claws, "I'LL MAKE A NECKLACE OUT OF YOUR INTESTINES! I'LL MAKE A WALKING STICK OUT OF YOUR SPINE!"
A manic fit of laughter came over John and then he took off toward her, chasing after her. If she didn't run, or ran toward him he would swipe his sharpened nails toward her face, aiming to scratch her and get the first bit of her blood out. If she ran, he would chase after.
Let's play a game!
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 13, 2009 12:36:08 GMT -8
! The sick smile stayed on her face as Sara waited for him to answer her. Not that his answer made any difference. He was going to play with her whether he liked it or not.
"I'll play with you...."OH GOOD! ! She laced her fingers together in front of her as she waited for him to continue, bouncing on the balls of her feet in eagerness. "I'LL MAKE A NECKLACE OUT OF YOUR INTESTINES! I'LL MAKE A WALKING STICK OUT OF YOUR SPINE!"
OH! That sounds like fun! ! She laughed with him. He ran at her. She ran at him. ! As his hands came up to swipe at her, she would drop to her knees, going towards his right, almost like a baseball player trying to reach the next base. Balancing on her right knee, her right hand would act as a brake to slow her, as she swung her left leg around, her body turning with her leg so she was facing his back, aiming to catch the back of his legs as he passed her. His momentum would hopefully stop him from being able to come to a sudden stop, and if he attempted to, the trip at the back of his legs would only work better as his balance and momentum worked against him. Not wanting the game to end to quickly, she would leave her first attack at that, finish the swing with her left leg, bringing her body around in a full circle, and creating momentum that would help her gain her feet again. And then she would run away, the way he had come, laughing wildly. She would pause when she was far enough away, turning back to him to make sure he was still going to follow her. |
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 13, 2009 12:48:03 GMT -8
John came down hard on his knees, the girl was fast. Very very fast......
What do we do with fast rabbits John? We snap their little rabbit legs while they are still alive! They can't hop away from us when we splinter the bones of their legs, letting the blood out... the Achilles Tendon!
He pulled up his right leg, pushing off of that foot to stand he slammed his hand against a nearby locker, ripping the door from it's hinges violently as he charged once more at her. This time he would swing that locker door diagonally downward at her attempting to knock her to her side. If this worked he would drop face first for the back of her right ankle, attempting to bite through her ankle's Achilles Tendon.
"BLEED FOR ME! BLEED FOR ME YOU RABBIT WHORE!"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 13, 2009 14:24:01 GMT -8
This guy was a nut  Awesome >3 She watched as he ripped the locker from its hinges, running towards her again. She didn't even flinch. She could handle this. As he came closer, the smile on her face grew. He was fun. This was going to be awesome. The locker door came down at her. At the last second her qi activated, a faint green wind flowing gently over her skin. As the locker door hit her, it would hurt ya, but not nearly as much as it would have. Instead, she barely flinched, just sucked in a breath as a loud boom filled the hallways, and the locker door would be blasted back. Knowing this was her chance as he would probably be off balance and surprised, she stepped forward quickly, and slammed her right fist upwards at his abdomen, aiming to hit him just below the base of his ribs. Then she was off again, jogging slowly away from him, waiting for him to catch her. OOC - Posts till next burst - 3
Strength: 68
Dexterity: 120
Constitution: 56
Intelligence: 60
Wisdom: 50
Charisma: 24 |
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 13, 2009 14:33:40 GMT -8
The door was blasted back by some gust of wind, the grip he had on it slipped and part of it smacked against his face as it flew away, bouncing along the hallway. He was pushed back by the force, losing balance from being startled and hit, the girl punched him, causing him to not only fall back but slide with a pain in his abdomen. She could hit hard, she could make him bleed... yes that would be the goal here.....
Ahhh shit....
LOOKS like YOU'RE bleeding today JOHN!
"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING BITCH?!?!?!? FILTHY COW WHORE!" She was no longer called the rabbit as Marquise often called his prey, but cow which was what he referred to any human as being. He got up onto his feet and began chasing after her, now he'd aim to get his own blood flowing through means of fighting her, it'd probably be a lot easier, and he was sure he could give her a few surprises to try and get her to bleed as well. "COME BACK HERE AND MAKE ME BLEED COW! Or else maybe you are a COWARD!"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 18, 2009 16:16:16 GMT -8
Sara jogged away, smiling to herself. This was awesome. It had been a long time since she had fought someone as nuts as herself. "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING BITCH?!?!?!? FILTHY COW WHORE!"... D= ... Well that wasn't very nice. She slowed to a stop and turned to face him only to see that he was already making his way after her. "COME BACK HERE AND MAKE ME BLEED COW! Or else maybe you are a COWARD!"... o.o A coward? ... Oh really? =_=" She would show him who the fucking coward was. She would stay where she was until he was close enough and wouldn't be able to dodge, then suddenly dart forward, drawing her right fist back for a straight jab to his face to break his nose. Planting her right foot (yes, awkward to throw a right punch with), she threw the punch. If it landed, she wouldn't pull her fist back. Instead, she would, pivot quickly on her right foot, turning so that she would end up behind him, her right arm wrapped around his neck. She would then attempt to kick out his knees, getting him on the ground. At the same time, bringing her left arm up to meet her right, and trying to catch his left arm and put him in a hold of sorts. Putting pressure on him, she would try to... put him to sleep? She had seen this on tv and this was the one that made people go to sleep right? oh well, shed find out eventually. OOC - Posts till next burst - 2
Strength: 68
Dexterity: 120
Constitution: 56
Intelligence: 60
Wisdom: 50
Charisma: 24 |
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 18, 2009 18:22:32 GMT -8
Everything she set out to do, she did, except when her arm went around his neck he bent his elbow in, getting caught there for one reason and one reason alone, so that pressure wouldn't be on his neck is what you're all thinking.... right?
Nah.....
*opens mouth*
*chomps down*
*attempts to draw blood*
>3.
That's right, this blood crazed sicko wasn't happy with these circumstances. And while she had an arm through his left arm, he still had movement enough in the hand to try to grab for her hands, the nails of his hands aiming to dig into the backs of her hands to try and draw blood there. While that was going on, his body would be writhing and moving around madly. Not the smartest but he acted desperate and frantic, and toward the end of this movement he tried to pull his and her weight forward and to the left, attempting to pull her over his shoulder and roll on to of her, still in her little hold at the mouth.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 18, 2009 21:30:03 GMT -8
Sara punch landed, breaking his nose. It was the first time she had broken someones nose. It wasn't as fun as she thought it would have been D= It hurt her to. She also got him into the hold, but two problems. He had reached back and caught her hands, his finger nails digging into her skin, and as she wrapped her arm around him, he dropped his head, biting into the crook of her arm.
She was now stuck. If she tried to let go, he would take a chunk out of her arm and hands. And she didn't want that. Trying as hard as she could, she bared with it. This guy was sick. All this blood, and he seemed thrilled. Which sucked, all his thrashing was only pulling on her new wounds. She let out a small cry, sucking in a breath.
The next thing she knew, she landed hard on her back with him on top of her, still biting into her arm. The air was knocked from her lungs. His feet, pushing off the ground was pushing his back harder into her chest, but gave her a small opening. Swinging her right leg up and wrapping it around his right side, she pushed up with her left leg, similar to what he was doing, and using her right leg as leverage, attempted to roll them over, putting him on his stomach against the floor, and her on top of his back. Didn't help him biting her at all, but it atleast let her breath.
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Post by John-Baptiste on Sept 18, 2009 22:02:17 GMT -8
She rolled them and he just kept biting, he drew blood from her arm as well as her hand, blood running down his face. He didn't see it though, only tasted and smelled it... well, he would smell it if he could breathe through his nose. His eyes stinging. Then she rolled them over, so he was facedown, and as the blood dripped down from her and him, he saw it... his heart slowing down....
He's.... asleep....
The teeth would retract, and he would let go with his hand, immediately pushing off the ground to try and lift both of them, unable to do to the weight.
"I give...." He'd say, "I give, let me go!" His voice would be different in a lot of ways, not so much whiny... but in comparison to the last voice? Kinda. The voice he had when Marquise took over was sort of... silkier but still raspy in a smooth way. This was more like average.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Sept 18, 2009 22:17:41 GMT -8
"I give.... I give, let me go!"
... D8 What? Sara loosened her grip around his neck when he stopped biting and scratching her. It proved the fight really was over. If it wasn't and he was so low as to stoop to this level, he wasn't worth her time. But the fact that he didn't want to play anymore? D8 Well that sucked... >3> Sara pushed herself off of the guy, cradling her arm. That was going to need some tending. Badly. But hey, she felt better.
She looked the guy she had just fought, and felt the anger well up inside her. "Pathetic," she spat, and left to go find the nurses office to dress her wounds.
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Oh yes, coming to the school had been a good idea. The small girl, wearing nothing but shorts and a bathing suit would stand there, waiting for him to get closer. This was going to be fun. When he was close enough, she spoke. "Let's play. You'll play with me right?" 
Awesome >3