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Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Jan 25, 2007 22:35:06 GMT -5
"Oh very." He teased her yet again. "You know that one guy in the tight leather.....mmmMmmm....now he was sexy." He laughed once again. "But you know....." He unclipped his side holsters for his pistols and placed them down on a table before leaning over to her. "I'm not that bad looking either. " His face slowly grew closer to her's, so close that thier noses almost touched before he cocked his head to the side, growing closer, just barely away from pressing his lips against hers. "Am i?" He smiled. God how he loved to joke with her and tease her. Attractive as she was, it was always fun to make someone mad, or embarress himself in some way.
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Post by Kait on Jan 25, 2007 22:41:53 GMT -5
*Diana narrowed her eyes slightly, though her glare was more playful than malicious.* "Oh you're not bad looking at all... You'd be better in black leather... with that other guy in the tight leather... Then maybe you'll be able to keep my attention for a little while. After all, I only like them bad, kinky, and dangerous."
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Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Jan 25, 2007 22:45:34 GMT -5
Returned the playful glare. "The only reason I dont wear leather is because it's just a tad uncomfortable, my dear. Until I decide to go change into some, I'm afraid you'll be stuck with the punk dressed me. And as for dangerous..." And with that he smiled, his tongue very lightly sliding across Diana's lips before pulling back. "It's a shame...isnt it?"
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Post by Kait on Jan 25, 2007 22:52:58 GMT -5
*Diana smirked, giving Jarrek a light shove before getting up.* "Yeah... It's a shame that you'll never get a piece of this, Jarrek... I knew it was a mistake to sit next to you. You just can't help yourself, can you?"
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Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Jan 25, 2007 22:59:08 GMT -5
"Ah you see that was just where you are wrong....I was actually planning on telling you goodbye." He stood, grabbing his holsters, swinging them back on. "I'm going out again to watch the death dealers...and I've been ordered to atleast kill two of them before returning. Make sure they are off our scent. Lucius says he needs a little more time." He casually placed his poncho back on. "Just thought it would be nice to say good bye to you incase I dont come back....you know how the Dealers have been lately...." He turned from her heading for the stairs. "If I dont come back." He smiled turning to her. "Put that leather in my casket and you can have my room." He gave that usual big grin, nodding slightly before continueing up the stairs.
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Post by Kait on Jan 25, 2007 23:04:24 GMT -5
*Diana just laughed softly, shaking her head and watching him disappear from view before turning away and making her way to her own little room. She was eager to relax for a little while after her marathon race through the city, a little sore from running into so many people, although she was quickly recovering as all immortals did. She lay down on her mattress, pulling her ragged blankets over her to shield against the cold that came with living underground.*
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Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Jan 27, 2007 0:49:54 GMT -5
Jarrek easily pushed to man hole cover to the side, waiting a moment as a train passed over him before jumping out and closing the hole behind him. His .45's yet again started to dig painfully into his chest, something he fixed with a quick readjustment before continueing on to the station. It didnt take long to reach the platform, no longer abandoned, even with the missing lights on one end of the station. He smiled at this...humans could be so persistant. Nodding to a passing man, Jare headed up the stairs, pulling over the hood of his poncho. The dark night was an onslaught of sound, from the honking cars stuck at a never ending red light to the routinely passing tram cars up above. The old city bustled with life in the cool late night rain. A dark narcotic life, but a life none the less.
"So where to start?" Jarrek smiled darkly, his canine fangs slightly growing some as his eyes flashed once in the dark shadowing of the poncho's hood. "Perhaps......a scene is needed..." And with that he turned to a passing woman, a hand reaching out from the poncho, gripping tightly a pistol. With a squeeze of the trigger, fire exploded from the barrel of the vetran weapon, the woman infront of him falling dead into a developing puddle on the curbside.
"Come on Death Dealers! You know who I am!" He shouted, with his free hand drawing the second pistol before firing at another man across the street, he too falling against the building wall beside him, slowly sliding down as a blood trail framed his decent. In the background he could already hear the sirens beating against the night. It would only be a matter of time before they would arrive....but before them would come the vampires. With haste, Jarrek dashed forward, leaping over the dead woman and sprinting down a few blocks before ducking into an alley, above him lightly hearing the landing of footsteps on rooftops.
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Post by Kait on Jan 27, 2007 1:02:02 GMT -5
*Diana curled up in her dank little cell of a room, staring at her mattress as she listened to the dripping of water from somehwere nearby. She hated living underground.... She preferred being out in the fresh air of the city where she could breathe... Here, it was so dark, so isolated, so bleak and lifeless... She briefly remarked that the atmosphere would probably kill a human being, what with the mold and dust and constant leaks... She hated it all. Still, she knew that it was better than living in the open... too many of her kind had been careless on the surface, claimed by their nocturnal brethren.*
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Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Jan 27, 2007 1:27:57 GMT -5
"You know....Maybe I shoulda thought about this BEFORE I decided to shoot people and run for my life." Jarrek laughed, looking behind him to see a cloaked figure chasing after him, one hand outstretched, most likely a gun in a death grip as the vampire tried pull his sights in for a steady bead.
"Come on! You can hit me cant ya!?" Jare yelled back, hearing in the air the sound of revolving blade, ducking and turning down another just in time as three razor bladed discs slammed into the wall. Above him he could see three figures dancing in the night light, jumping from building to building as they attempted to keep pace with the lycan. Four Death Dealers against one Lycan Scout. Not exactly something to be proud of. Jarrek looked back to check on the vampire in pursuit. Still there, of course. Vampires were never smart enough to leave a dangerous foe alone, instead simply see how many lives it took to bring that one being down. With a smile, he dove forward, twisting his body and looking back at the vampire, about mid flight his guns had found thier mark as he squeezed the trigger twice for each pistol. He came to the ground hard, rolling backwards and quickly digging in before bolting back towards the vampire, fireing a new bullet with each step until finally he heard the click confirming two empty magazines. He could see infront of him the vampire split into pieces, chunks flying as bullets struck, the vampire falling, but at a rather large sacrifice as blood began to pour from the five new bullet holes in the lycan's chest. Removing the bullets would have to be taken care of later, what needed to be done now was to get out of site, claim a tag confirming his kill and any information that could be helpful for the pack. Jare looked behind him and up at the roofs, the apparent amature death dealers finally realizing they had been running the wrong way and hastily turn around to continue the pursuit. Jarrek stopped only for a moment, knowing exactly were to look for the death dealer's gun and a family crest on the inner lining of the the coak that the man wore, tearing it away and shoving it into his pocket quickly before bolting off for the open streets.
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Post by Kait on Jan 27, 2007 16:51:36 GMT -5
*Diana finally fell asleep in her little room, bundled up under the thin blankets. She stayed that way for a long while, only waking on occasion when a howl or growl would catch her attention.*
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Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Jan 27, 2007 21:04:04 GMT -5
-YAY TIME SHIFT!!! 6 hours go by, the lycans that had been out that night all returned several hours before and were asleep in thier chambers, a few waking early to cook food, but most sticking with the whole sleep thing.-
Jarrek sighed sleepily, stumbling down the stairs of the train station and walking for the tunnel, the bullets that had been in his chest for around 3 hours gripped loosly in his left hand, every now and then one falling out, though landing without a sound as the humans in the station masked most any other noise. Yawning, Jarrek hoped down into the tunnel walking, or more like stumbling, the last few yards until finally finding the man hole cover, the word 'Pipes' printed on it. A weak smile as the .45 in his right hand fell, his free hand yanking up the cover, placing it back on as he jumped down, this time a little less than graceful, stumbling and falling back onto the rungs of the ladder. Grunting in pain, he pulled himself up, walking down the maze of corridors, down a few flights of stairs until finally finding Lucius' lab. He knocked twice on the old metal door, a familiar voice shouted to him.
"Do you always have to knock, Jarrek? No one else here does!" Shouted Lucius.
Jarrek smiled, opening the door. "I did as you asked, Lucius....I killed three Death Dealers last night. Weapons and insignias were taken." He removed his equipment, placing it on a metal table off in the corner. I dont know why you need the insignias....but just to let you know....they uped the silver in thier bullets....I had I think 5 in my lower abdomen and got could I feel it.....If I'd been any later pulling those bullets out....well let's just say all the women down here would be weeping and you'd be in need of another scout." He smiled again at that last part, turning back to the door and heading out. "Well....have fun with your scince....I'm beat...."
Jarrek would leave the old labratory, returning to the maze of corridors and stairs until finally finding his room. "Why cant we just have a straight line? Why the curves." He groaned, opening the door and going straight to bed, almost instantly falling asleep, not even bothering to take his clothes off, nor pull up some covers.
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Post by Kait on Jan 27, 2007 23:30:25 GMT -5
*Diana finally awoke after several hours, reluctantly getting up and changing into fresh clothes before leaving her tiny room, shoving her hands in her pockets as she walked down the tunnels, her footsteps ringing off of the concrete. She hummed softly to herself, making her way up to the surface as quickly as possible, eager for a night on the town despite the disastrous time she had had at the club the night before.*
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Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Jan 27, 2007 23:39:29 GMT -5
Jarrek slept cozily, praying that no one would disturb him and allow him to rest '5 more minutes'.
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Post by Kait on Jan 27, 2007 23:42:36 GMT -5
*Diana pulled her brown leather coat tighter around her body, trying to fit in with the human crowd that was trying to fight against the cool wind as they roamed through the dark streets. She walked down the sidewalk for a long while before turning off into a small, dingy little bar. She didn't order anything, simply sitting down at a table and watching everyone go by.*
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Post by ..::The Bard::.. on Jan 28, 2007 0:28:58 GMT -5
Knock Knock Knock
"Jaaaaarrek! Wake up wake up sleepy head!" A young girl called out on the other side of the old door.
"Ugh....5 more minutes...."Jarrek groaned, rolling on his side and pulling a pillow over his head.
"But Jarrek!" The girl whined. "They have half off food up in town!"
In a flash Jarrek was up on his feet, removing his old clothes before changing into a new pair. Dark blue jeans, small rips in the knees. A black fender T-shirt, the word 'Fender' spelt out in large red letters across the chest. His brown jacket was the last to be thrown on after his black boots before he had the door ripped open. Not even bothering to wait for the girl, Jarrek shot down the halls for the ladder. He would somewhat regain his composiuer by the time he reached the station, stepping up onto the platform and heading up the stairs. Turning left from the stairs (just so happenening to be going the same street as last night) Jare headed down to a little bar he knew well, having saved the owner's life a few years back after a small commotion at the counter (the crooks were unlucky enough to put a gun to Jarrek's head without letting him finish his food) With a stroke of good luck, Jarrek entered the bar, and found Diana sitting at a small table by herself.
"What is she up to now?" He asked himself with a smile before walking over to her and taking a seat across from her. "What trouble the planning on getting into today?"
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