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STATUS: It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!" 4 mos ago
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It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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I just love having a job where the general population treats me like a used napkin.
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@King Tai
youtube.com/watch?v=N5SQVdIWbKQ
Despite a few recent cock-ups, the evening had gone rather....splendid for her...
In her personal bedchamber, she lounged across the plush and extravagant queen sized bed, robed only in her silk negligee, the paper thin straps slipping off her shoulders as she yawned and lightly stretched. In one hand, a crystal, long stemmed chalice of a sparkling ruby liquid she sipped of delicately, a pleasant smile gracing her lips, just as the liquid had with its finely aged, bittersweet taste. In the other, a slightly worn book, leather bound with vanilla pages, written by a man from her native Italy in the 16th century. No title on the front cover however, no words to indicate the subject matter discussed within those very pages she casually skimmed through while partaking of her special wine. No, only on the front cover....was a gilded, ornately decorated head of a goat entrapped by a sigil.
~"...I am going to kill that son of a bitch one day."~ Of course who else could she mean such murderous intent towards. As if just carrying on casual conversation with the blue haired darling lying on top of her, immodestly disrobed and nestled into the woman's bosom breathing softly, her little chest undulating peacefully with every inhale and exhale, Rebecca warranted the threat with a sigh and a light snap of her book shut. ~"You and I, my sweetheart, we've hunted the creatures of the damned all over this god forsaken continent, and never did we need to meddle in the affairs of mortal kind to do so. So...why are we now?"~
Camille answered back, nuzzling her beloved while leaving a few gentle kisses upon her bare skin, Rebecca shivering with a pleasurable smirk. "It's not like we just work for Stone either. We're his prisoners. Remember the day he caught us, Mistress? He said either we joined him or he was gonna kill us both."
How could Rebecca forget? The memory of that damned day alone brought a sour look to her face, her lip curling downward into a displeasing scowl and her eyes cutting sharp. ~"If you ask me, I still believe he intends to kill us, possibly when this other matter of his is settled. It's odd, a mortal as he obsessed with this recent uproar between the three families."~ She replied taking another sip of wine and setting her chalice on the nightstand, another yawn and a stretch. ~"And...as you've said before, darling, it is odd that all three would have the same...unfortunate loss, on the same night as well. It was planned no doubt, but by who? The Hunters? Stone himself? Or could it have just been some outside force."~ If what she read up on these three served her right, the Capers, the Banes, and the Blackwoods, the tension was indeed ripe between the three, a powder keg, and the murders...lit the fuse. Three coven lords slain in cold blood and the finger pointing, backlashes, and blood was yet beginning to flow like the River Styx from their doorsteps, soon possibly to flood New York in a deluge of death and discord.
But just who the bloody hell would want to start something like this? That is what posed Rebecca and perturbed her somewhat. Even thinking about it left a bad taste in her mouth...or that could just be the leftover sweat from when she had to practically throw herself at that prick Vlad to get some damn information, the failure that was that got her and Camille dangling over boiling water.
"Wait, you think Mr. Stone did this?" Camille perked up, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Rebecca returned, ~"I wouldn't put it past the licentious cur. He's already made well on his intentions to turn you and I into sex slaves for religious extremists, probably gets his rocks off to the thought as well. But yes, I've had my suspicions of dear Stone since the moment he enslaved me. His persona itself, it just reflects a man who wouldn't flinch once at torture, terrorism, or genocide. I think even the devil himself cowers in fear of Director Stone. Hmph, but not I."~ Yet again another yawn punctuating her sentence, a deep and long stretch this time, the straps of her negligee slipping...a tad further, to reveal a generous peek, such that tinted the cheeks of the blue haired youngling a rosy color. ~"It's late my dear. We should probably rest before that idiot decides to send us out again, whenever that may be."~
Softly Camille nodded, agreeing somewhat, "Yeah...you're probably right, Mistress. But still..." Her tired, weary voice...even still it had a bit of a sultry tone to it, Rebecca's eyebrow raising towards it and a rather...lewd sneer crossing her lips. ~"Did you have something else in mind, sweetie?"~ The woman purred licking her lips as she looked to her thrall, her eyes alit with a kindling flame of lust. ~"I guess our shower wasn't entertaining enough for you, hmm my precious moon flower?"~ Playfully Camille shook her head, her cheeks now blazing with heat, such a blush that already had Rebecca once more....hot and bothered herself. ~"Well then...I suppose a little fun wouldn't hurt before bed time. Come here you cheeky thing."~
(((Aaaaaaaand I'm not going into any more detail because the mods would be on my ass faster than you can say vampire slut, so just uh...imagine it yourselves! you dirty bastards))
youtube.com/watch?v=N5SQVdIWbKQ
Despite a few recent cock-ups, the evening had gone rather....splendid for her...
In her personal bedchamber, she lounged across the plush and extravagant queen sized bed, robed only in her silk negligee, the paper thin straps slipping off her shoulders as she yawned and lightly stretched. In one hand, a crystal, long stemmed chalice of a sparkling ruby liquid she sipped of delicately, a pleasant smile gracing her lips, just as the liquid had with its finely aged, bittersweet taste. In the other, a slightly worn book, leather bound with vanilla pages, written by a man from her native Italy in the 16th century. No title on the front cover however, no words to indicate the subject matter discussed within those very pages she casually skimmed through while partaking of her special wine. No, only on the front cover....was a gilded, ornately decorated head of a goat entrapped by a sigil.
~"...I am going to kill that son of a bitch one day."~ Of course who else could she mean such murderous intent towards. As if just carrying on casual conversation with the blue haired darling lying on top of her, immodestly disrobed and nestled into the woman's bosom breathing softly, her little chest undulating peacefully with every inhale and exhale, Rebecca warranted the threat with a sigh and a light snap of her book shut. ~"You and I, my sweetheart, we've hunted the creatures of the damned all over this god forsaken continent, and never did we need to meddle in the affairs of mortal kind to do so. So...why are we now?"~
Camille answered back, nuzzling her beloved while leaving a few gentle kisses upon her bare skin, Rebecca shivering with a pleasurable smirk. "It's not like we just work for Stone either. We're his prisoners. Remember the day he caught us, Mistress? He said either we joined him or he was gonna kill us both."
How could Rebecca forget? The memory of that damned day alone brought a sour look to her face, her lip curling downward into a displeasing scowl and her eyes cutting sharp. ~"If you ask me, I still believe he intends to kill us, possibly when this other matter of his is settled. It's odd, a mortal as he obsessed with this recent uproar between the three families."~ She replied taking another sip of wine and setting her chalice on the nightstand, another yawn and a stretch. ~"And...as you've said before, darling, it is odd that all three would have the same...unfortunate loss, on the same night as well. It was planned no doubt, but by who? The Hunters? Stone himself? Or could it have just been some outside force."~ If what she read up on these three served her right, the Capers, the Banes, and the Blackwoods, the tension was indeed ripe between the three, a powder keg, and the murders...lit the fuse. Three coven lords slain in cold blood and the finger pointing, backlashes, and blood was yet beginning to flow like the River Styx from their doorsteps, soon possibly to flood New York in a deluge of death and discord.
But just who the bloody hell would want to start something like this? That is what posed Rebecca and perturbed her somewhat. Even thinking about it left a bad taste in her mouth...or that could just be the leftover sweat from when she had to practically throw herself at that prick Vlad to get some damn information, the failure that was that got her and Camille dangling over boiling water.
"Wait, you think Mr. Stone did this?" Camille perked up, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Rebecca returned, ~"I wouldn't put it past the licentious cur. He's already made well on his intentions to turn you and I into sex slaves for religious extremists, probably gets his rocks off to the thought as well. But yes, I've had my suspicions of dear Stone since the moment he enslaved me. His persona itself, it just reflects a man who wouldn't flinch once at torture, terrorism, or genocide. I think even the devil himself cowers in fear of Director Stone. Hmph, but not I."~ Yet again another yawn punctuating her sentence, a deep and long stretch this time, the straps of her negligee slipping...a tad further, to reveal a generous peek, such that tinted the cheeks of the blue haired youngling a rosy color. ~"It's late my dear. We should probably rest before that idiot decides to send us out again, whenever that may be."~
Softly Camille nodded, agreeing somewhat, "Yeah...you're probably right, Mistress. But still..." Her tired, weary voice...even still it had a bit of a sultry tone to it, Rebecca's eyebrow raising towards it and a rather...lewd sneer crossing her lips. ~"Did you have something else in mind, sweetie?"~ The woman purred licking her lips as she looked to her thrall, her eyes alit with a kindling flame of lust. ~"I guess our shower wasn't entertaining enough for you, hmm my precious moon flower?"~ Playfully Camille shook her head, her cheeks now blazing with heat, such a blush that already had Rebecca once more....hot and bothered herself. ~"Well then...I suppose a little fun wouldn't hurt before bed time. Come here you cheeky thing."~
(((Aaaaaaaand I'm not going into any more detail because the mods would be on my ass faster than you can say vampire slut, so just uh...imagine it yourselves! you dirty bastards))
youtube.com/watch?v=XynTyxleH1Q
@CommisarJhon@King Tai
And then all Hell broke loose...
The moment Anna saw the men whip out their guns, that's when she snapped to it. But nary a shot she would fire, at least not first, as she crept over towards an alleyway close to where the Irish fucks were standing, unloading every last round into the cafe....the cafe Anna was certain Anton and his boys were before the shitstorm came rolling over the hills. She got behind one of them, a bloke a bit further away from his mates, then...she got him.
The garrote uncoiled from the sleeve of her jacket, like a Death Adder reeling back for the kill, and then within seconds, it was around his neck, his alerted scream immediately diffused into a fit of coughs and sputters. Anna, her face burning a heated shade of blood, tightening and tightening the metal wire around his throat till it was embedded in his flesh with gory results, even as he struggled, kicking and choking on his own blood seeping from his lips and soaking Anna's hands, she continued to strangle the life out of him with a sickening satisfaction...of seeing the life drain from his very eyes. Once he was dead...she went to work on the others.
The AR-15, supposedly semi-auto, but these boys must've converted them to fully. The 5x56 platform Anna was familiar with, though she preferred a bit more stopping power, like the Motherland's Kalashnikov, when it came to assault rifles. Either way, it would work. First her procedure, and she had to do this quick. She racked the charging handle first, the dust cover popping open, then she dropped the mag, grabbing a fresh one from the dead man's tactical vest he wore under his trench coat.
Once she was locked and loaded, she popped out of cover quickly, delivering two well placed headshots to the men advancing on the cafe, two loud bangs erupting and two bodies hitting the pavement hard, both a satisfying squelch of red mist and brain matter.
@CommisarJhon@King Tai
And then all Hell broke loose...
The moment Anna saw the men whip out their guns, that's when she snapped to it. But nary a shot she would fire, at least not first, as she crept over towards an alleyway close to where the Irish fucks were standing, unloading every last round into the cafe....the cafe Anna was certain Anton and his boys were before the shitstorm came rolling over the hills. She got behind one of them, a bloke a bit further away from his mates, then...she got him.
The garrote uncoiled from the sleeve of her jacket, like a Death Adder reeling back for the kill, and then within seconds, it was around his neck, his alerted scream immediately diffused into a fit of coughs and sputters. Anna, her face burning a heated shade of blood, tightening and tightening the metal wire around his throat till it was embedded in his flesh with gory results, even as he struggled, kicking and choking on his own blood seeping from his lips and soaking Anna's hands, she continued to strangle the life out of him with a sickening satisfaction...of seeing the life drain from his very eyes. Once he was dead...she went to work on the others.
The AR-15, supposedly semi-auto, but these boys must've converted them to fully. The 5x56 platform Anna was familiar with, though she preferred a bit more stopping power, like the Motherland's Kalashnikov, when it came to assault rifles. Either way, it would work. First her procedure, and she had to do this quick. She racked the charging handle first, the dust cover popping open, then she dropped the mag, grabbing a fresh one from the dead man's tactical vest he wore under his trench coat.
Once she was locked and loaded, she popped out of cover quickly, delivering two well placed headshots to the men advancing on the cafe, two loud bangs erupting and two bodies hitting the pavement hard, both a satisfying squelch of red mist and brain matter.
@Bryn
Kaira could see that it was Cadence who was feeling vulnerable this time. It was her turn to be protected. She put a steady hand on her shoulder. "Do you have an apartment or house? Or do you live with someone?"
My Caira senses are tingling! \^/////^/
@Carlsberg
"I know... Just asking." Liz shrugged, a slight, cynical edge to her voice. As if it wasn't obvious enough what bothered her, what kept buzzing in her ear like a pesky mosquito. Try as she may to swat it away...it just kept coming back, irritating her without quarter.
"I know... Just asking." Liz shrugged, a slight, cynical edge to her voice. As if it wasn't obvious enough what bothered her, what kept buzzing in her ear like a pesky mosquito. Try as she may to swat it away...it just kept coming back, irritating her without quarter.
Disposable Heroes - Metallica
Seasons in the Abyss - Slayer
Guardians of Asgard - Amon Amarth
Nymphetamine - Cradle of Filth
Pull Harder on the Strings of your Martyr - Trivium
Dirty Little Secret - Bullet for my Valentine
Shallow Grave - Body Count
This is Absolution - Killswitch Engage
March of the Fire Ants - Mastodon
Demon's Gate - Candlemass
Seasons in the Abyss - Slayer
Guardians of Asgard - Amon Amarth
Nymphetamine - Cradle of Filth
Pull Harder on the Strings of your Martyr - Trivium
Dirty Little Secret - Bullet for my Valentine
Shallow Grave - Body Count
This is Absolution - Killswitch Engage
March of the Fire Ants - Mastodon
Demon's Gate - Candlemass
@Dmessenger Thanks, and I may have to hold off a reply till tomorrow. I am hella tired and I can barely think, so I'm probably gonna crash early.
@Carlsberg
Even as the girl came close and sat beside her, Liz didn't look at her, still looking at the ground, still playing her guitar without a pause. "I guess..." She muttered under her breath before deciding to set the guitar aside with a bitter sigh. Her empty stare moved from the ground, the cracked and sullen concrete under her aching feet, towards the sky, hazy, mostly from the smog.
"I hate this place... Why the fuck does anyone wanna live here? You can't even see the sunrise in the morning, because there's so many stupid buildings and shit in the way...." Closer she curled into herself, her eyes seeming to grow dark as they misted over. Then...unfortunately before she could stop it, a small tear streamed down her cheek.
"You know, before I ended up here, I used to hitchhike everywhere. It was dangerous, yeah, and maybe stupid, but...I saw so much..
"There was this one time... I was stuck in some little town in New Mexico. I didn't have any money, and some jackasses stole my car with half my stuff in it a few towns back. The only place I had to sleep was this old barn in the middle of the desert."
A slight chuckle she gave, her face lightening a little.
"To be honest, it smelled like dead animals and musty ass hay. It really sucked, but.... every morning I would wake up and see the sun rise over the desert, see the light cascading across the sky and painting it so many beautiful colors, feel the warmth on my skin after such a cold night. I always felt like... I was close to something. I don't know if it was God or nature or whatever...but I felt...happy.
Then...her smile faded, her face buried deeper in the crevice between her knees.
"I don't really feel that here... At least...I thought I did, but just like everything else in this city, it's a fake joy. Like drugs, you get that one high and everything's great, but then it goes away and you're left feeling like shit. You try to get it back, but the more and more you push yourself...you don't realize the damage you're causing....
So... enough about me. Did you have fun last night?"
And after that... Liz spoke no more.
Even as the girl came close and sat beside her, Liz didn't look at her, still looking at the ground, still playing her guitar without a pause. "I guess..." She muttered under her breath before deciding to set the guitar aside with a bitter sigh. Her empty stare moved from the ground, the cracked and sullen concrete under her aching feet, towards the sky, hazy, mostly from the smog.
"I hate this place... Why the fuck does anyone wanna live here? You can't even see the sunrise in the morning, because there's so many stupid buildings and shit in the way...." Closer she curled into herself, her eyes seeming to grow dark as they misted over. Then...unfortunately before she could stop it, a small tear streamed down her cheek.
"You know, before I ended up here, I used to hitchhike everywhere. It was dangerous, yeah, and maybe stupid, but...I saw so much..
"There was this one time... I was stuck in some little town in New Mexico. I didn't have any money, and some jackasses stole my car with half my stuff in it a few towns back. The only place I had to sleep was this old barn in the middle of the desert."
A slight chuckle she gave, her face lightening a little.
"To be honest, it smelled like dead animals and musty ass hay. It really sucked, but.... every morning I would wake up and see the sun rise over the desert, see the light cascading across the sky and painting it so many beautiful colors, feel the warmth on my skin after such a cold night. I always felt like... I was close to something. I don't know if it was God or nature or whatever...but I felt...happy.
Then...her smile faded, her face buried deeper in the crevice between her knees.
"I don't really feel that here... At least...I thought I did, but just like everything else in this city, it's a fake joy. Like drugs, you get that one high and everything's great, but then it goes away and you're left feeling like shit. You try to get it back, but the more and more you push yourself...you don't realize the damage you're causing....
So... enough about me. Did you have fun last night?"
And after that... Liz spoke no more.
The site's going apeshit and no one can post
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So sorry if I'm not replying for a while. I'm kinda stuck at the moment.
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