Post by krishna thorne on Dec 19, 2012 2:11:32 GMT -5
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[classy=wordsA] ALL [/classy]
[classy=tagsA] BLEED[/classy]
[classy=notesA] RED[/classy]
[classy=insidea] This fucking music was starting to make his head pound, and not in the good way. All flashing lights and thudding bass, the tinkling of laughter and a musk of headiness brought on by booze. Sure sure, everyone was having their fun…but for one creature, it was only fun if somebody was bleeding. Taking these jobs was always kind of hit or miss…sometimes there were all sorts of scuffles and brawls. Other nights…nothing. Not a damn thing. It was enough to make him want to claw at his own skin. Granted, he could just as easily start a fight himself…or better yet, rush into the throbbing crowd and start a massacre. But contracts were funny things for demons, it would seem…accepting one always compelled him to abide by it, to some degree.
He’d put up with it. Better than being a ghost, at any rate. At least this body could feel.
Speaking of feeling, the comforting orb of sugar in his mouth had whittled down to a cottony, tasteless stick. He spat it onto the ground before withdrawing another lollipop from his pocket. It was like an oral fixation thing…he vaguely remembered smoking, once upon a time. It was probably something to do with that, or…something. Fuck if he knew, or cared for that matter. With a groaned sigh, he crossed his arms tighter over his chest, leaning against one of the pillars nearest the door. He wondered idly if he could break the pillar if he leaned on it hard enough… Damn was he bored. [/classy]
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[classy=box2]AND BE CURSED FOR SURE[/classy]
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Oh, this place was packed. Vivienne had even amused herself by dancing for a while--okay, more like a few hours, but whatever--before she'd bothered to go find her hit. He'd been a twittery little wisp of a vampire, all pale skin, gangly limbs and dark red pools of eyes. The classic sort. Vivienne had no idea why her client had wanted him dead, but the vampire had been stupid enough to deserve it. There'd been no skill, no finesse in luring him off toward a a shadowed corner of the club. He'd only had eyes for the pale column of her throat, the smooth skin where her shoulders met her neck.
When she'd draped her arms around him, his eyes had glazed over with hunger. It probably never registered in his mind that he was going to die (again), even as her claws had hacked through bone and tissue, taking off his head. When Vivienne had examined what was left of his face, grasping his hair in her right hand, he still had that infuriatingly insipid expression pasted on it. How frustrating.
Now she was just working her way through the crowd to the exit. Stumbling through in the tight, short dress and heels she was wearing was a chore, but she managed to shove most people out of her way with ease. The vampire's blood was still staining her knuckles from when she'd retracted her claws, and she wanted to get out on the streets, into the fresh air. Maybe find another hunt tonight, one that would be worth something.
Shoving her way past a couple quite entwined with one another, Vivienne stumbled into a man leaning against one of the columns near the door. Just standing there, geez. Who did that in a club? "Watch yourself," she snarled, before picking up her pace once more.
Post by krishna thorne on Jan 2, 2013 22:29:38 GMT -5
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[classy=wordsA] ALL [/classy]
[classy=tagsA] BLEED[/classy]
[classy=notesA] RED[/classy]
[classy=insidea] Running into him, smelling of blood. Now that was ballsy. Well, it would be, if she had balls. Well, he supposed she could, not like he would know unless there was an up skirt to be had. His hand clamped down on her elbow with enough force to bruise, though he really wasn’t trying. “You fuckin’ watch it, eh? You ran into me, I wasn’t the one movin’.” He had a dangerous sort of smile, the sort that only the unstable could probably wear with earnest. “You smell like blood. Did you find something fun?” Of course, his idea of fun wasn’t the usual sort. Then again, it seemed it wasn’t the usual sort for her either. Regardless, he showed no fear of her at all, bloodied hands or not. Just an eagerness in his gaze, that she might indeed have something ‘fun’ for him to do. He was also hoping that if he didn’t let go of her arm, she would turn out to be a bit of fun herself. [/classy]
[/style][classy=box1] YOU WANNA BE BLESSED[/classy][style=width:200px; height:200px; color: DCC2BB; background-color:718181;]
[classy=box2]AND BE CURSED FOR SURE[/classy]
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She shudders when he grips her elbow, a barely contained ripple that travels through her whole body.
"Maybe you shouldn't block the exit pathway," she snaps back, and then falls silent as he keeps talking. She lifted her free hand to her mouth, licked like a kitten at the rust red stain on one knuckle. "Do you want a taste?" she asked demurely. "There's plenty enough to share."
And then her fist rocketed out like a goddamn heat-seeking missile, motherfucker. Punch pulled, of course. If she missed his face, that pillar would have a dent in it, but not a sizable one. And if she hit his face, well--maybe a more sizable dent, for the average human.
Post by krishna thorne on Jan 20, 2013 16:52:59 GMT -5
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[classy=wordsA] ALL - - -[/classy]
[classy=tagsA] BLEED[/classy]
[classy=notesA] RED[/classy]
[classy=insidea] He snorted at her fiesty response. No point in explaining he was a bouncer and was told to stay near the doors. Too many words, no point to them at all. Now the blood. THAT had a point. “Damn right I want a taste.”
And a taste he got.
It was the rush of his own blood, from the inside of his mouth as it was cut on his own teeth - that fist digging into the side of his jaw and twisting his head around. Pain blossomed across his face, and he let out a hiss of pleasure. Being alive again was amazing. “Fuck yes!” He didn’t even get his head back to a normal default position before he was shooting out his own abnormal punch straight at her uterus - well, ok, her abdomen, but the poor uterus was in there somewhere. Even bloodied, crimson smeared from his nose and mouth down his chin, he was grinning broadly. “Now we’re fucking talking. Let’s have some fun!”
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