You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 2, 2014 18:14:58 GMT
Fairchild was making a game of this, staring Angela down, like she was his prey. Nothing would ever make her prey and she would never be a victim. Angela ignored the whispers in her head, begging her to end his ability to talk.
Hit him hard and fast enough to get him prone, then shove your blade in his throat. That'll keep him from talking.
But she forced the voice down with the thick gulp of anger. The ring of a screaming voice, still echoing in her ears. He knew a lot. Things she never told anyone, the things she still remembered. But Fairchild was right about one thing; she was dangerous.
Angela leaned back into the chair, relaxed. "You're good. The stare down, the story telling. It makes for an exciting show. But if you ever mention those two again, I'll gut you like a fucking fish and send your ashes to Ainsworth." Angela's voice was even, sharp, but not as loud as before. Low enough that mortals couldn't hear, if they still took the time to pay attention. She had gained control of her temper, for now.
Angela hadn't flinched regarding Gabriel, because she didn't know who he was or what he had meant to her before. But even talking names, was beginning to grid on her nerves.
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 2, 2014 21:23:46 GMT
Quinn sat reading but raised her eyes when the kindred's voices raised but she quickly went back to reading. One hand brushing the jagged heart scar on her cheek as she read, content in the moment.
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Dec 4, 2014 2:06:45 GMT
That smile weakened slightly as he regarded the kindred in front of him. He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow slowly as he watched her lean back. Even as she spoke, he could see that she was trying to work something out in her head. A bit of air rolled past his lips. He set the glass down, bringing his left hand downward to press against the wrist of his right hand. Slowly, he rolled his hand. Several soft pops could be heard as he move. “No, you won’t.” he said back to her in a matter of fact manner.
“I’ve seen you work, and that isn’t your style. You prefer to kill them softly.” Nathan let that grin brighten as he now reached for his drink. He looked downward. He was about a third through his drink. Another soft huff was given, “That was one of the differences between us. You like to be far away, I want to be up close and personal.” He smirked at that comment, noting how it actually seemed to fit the current conversation that they were having.
Nathan lifted his head as he leaned back into his seat, almost mimicking what Sisco had just done. “But that’s ok. Your still a nice gal, Angelaaa. And I still like ya. But…” He lifted a hand, placing a single digit on the table. It was almost like a knife as he point it to the smooth, surface. What was the best thing that he could same at this time? Nothing. Instead, a slow shrug rolled off of his shoulders.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 4, 2014 3:01:46 GMT
Angela let her smile slip completely, her mouth relaxed in a blank expression. Her inky black orbs melted back, softening as her anger dissipated. She wasn't the same woman these kindred remembered her to be. Angela felt the anger, the violence welled up in side her body without a reason behind the surges of emotions. So she locked down, forcing herself to take control.
"The only difference?" Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow in protest.
"People change."
As the beast went to open his mouth again, Angela's eyes narrowed. Then he stopped and thought better of it.
You can teach an old dog new tricks.
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Dec 4, 2014 3:20:02 GMT
Nathan lifted his glass, smirking at the comment that she had made. “You might be right about that. But experience is the teacher of fools. Or so they say.” Nathan lightly swirled the glass in his hand, letting the dark contents roll within the clear prison of his cup. Nathan glanced over his shoulder again, before he looked back to her.
He lifted his head toward Angela, his voice dipping slightly. “So who’s the new fish?” Fairchild motioned toward the woman, his mouth pulling into a tight line across his face.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 4, 2014 15:42:00 GMT
Angela leaned forward a bit, her elbows resting on the table.
"Did I not just tell you, in the most polite way possible, to fuck off?" She breathed out in annoyance.
"Quinn. New to the city, I guess. Why don't you go ask her yourself?"
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Dec 4, 2014 16:02:29 GMT
“Haha.” He said dryly back to her as she spoke out in annoyance to him. Nathan looked back down toward his drink. Slender digits wrapped around the glass as he lifted it to his mouth. He opened his mouth side as he started to take another drink from it. In fact, his plan was to finish the rest of the glass off. Crimson liquid poured down his throat, a few drops escaping past the rim of his lips as he closed his eyes. He savored the taste, but in his gut he wanted more.
Nathan finished the glass, actually pulling it away from his mouth as he did so. The last few drops fell against his form as he set it down on the table. It was odd how he did that. Instead of setting it down like any other person would do. He flipped it. If there were was anything left in the cup, it would spill onto the table. The soft clink of glass again table could be heard as he set it on the table, and then slid it closer to Sisco. For a moment, he fought the urge to chuck it at her face.
A sinister smile moved across his features as he watched the woman in front of him. “That you did.” Said the beast back to the woman. Fairchild started to slowly stand, his gaze slowly taking in the surrounding room. He licked his lips as he leaned forward. Shadows darkened on his form as he spoke, his voice dipping into a soft whisper so that only Sisco could hear him. “Goodnight Angelaaa. I’ll tell Esther you said Hi when I see her later.” He idly bit down on his lower lip as he turned, his fingers remained for a second longer, dragging against the smooth surface of the table.
Heavy boots thudded against the hard wood floor as Nathan’s gaze now locked on Quinn. The beast started to make his way toward the door, but his attention was on his new fixation. Or in his mind, he newest victim. He lifted his left hand, extending two digits so that his hand almost mimicked a gun. He extended his thumb, only to pull it downward slightly as that grin grew a bit bigger.
With a soft clang, the door opened as the creature made it’s way into the night.
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 5, 2014 2:18:02 GMT
Quinn had looked up when she heard the heavy boots semi approaching. Her strange set of eyes watched as the sinister yet attractive beast walked towards the door. His fingers slowly making a mock gun, she raised an eyebrow but did her dead heart skip a beat?
Who was...what was that for, some kind of code? she thinks to herself. Her eyes clearly confused however she attempts to go back to her book. She didn't really know Angela and she didn't seem the 'get to know you' type. She then swipes her ipad and gets on a fetish dating site, looking for a playmate. She sighs, takes a large drink of her spiked coffee and begins her search absentmindedly stroking one of her many scars.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 5, 2014 18:42:49 GMT
Angela followed Fairchild, her eyes glued to him as she leaned forward and whispered her name in that crude manner he would be famous for. She glared up at him, her brown eyes once again growing darker. The cat and mouse game he played would kill him quickly, if not by her hand, then some other kindred would do the job.
Not a word was spoken in that tense moment but they both knew it would get violent between them sooner or later. The bastard wanted to poke Angela and she had no problem poking back. At his exit, his boots, slick with dirty snow,lead that beast from the coffee pub. As he reached to push the door open he turned and focused his rage on a new target.
Angela clenched her teeth before the creature escaped into the night, the snow falling around him in a protective shroud.
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 5, 2014 21:11:27 GMT
She shuts her ipad and gathers her things. She makes her way over to Angela not sitting "The guy you were talking to, he like me?" She asks leaning down some and sipped her drink. The question was a bit vague but she didnt want anyone to overhear.
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 6, 2014 0:53:02 GMT
Angela looked up at the seemingly, timid kindred.
"No. He wants to hurt you, break you, then kill you. I'd suggest staying away. He's not what you're looking for, Quinn."
She touched the side of her mug. Damn. It was cold, the steam long since depleted. Angela didn't know this kindred at all, just her name and the way her body language betrayed her tortured nature.
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 6, 2014 1:02:00 GMT
he wants to hurt you, break you then kill you. Just like...*sigh* I wonder if he woukd lwt me be free though. Nit licjed away like a nightmare pribcess in a tower. her stockholm mind spinning a tale around the spiked thorns of a rose.
"I meant is he a cousin of mine?" She asked again, her eyes darting to the door and back. Could she still catch him? From how he was acting, only if he wanted her to. And did he? Did this insidious cat have a new mouse to play with?
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You're gonna bob and weave out of the path of a bullet? That I'd like to see.
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Post by Angela Sisco on Dec 6, 2014 1:08:32 GMT
"How should I know?" Angela gently pushed the cool cup of coffee to the center of the table, the porcelain cup clinking with the clear glass he had set down.
"Not that anything I say will stop you, but if you want to ask him so badly, I'm sure you can still catch up." Angela stood and gathered her coat, dropping a five dollar bill on the table. "But I warned you, Quinn."
She pulled on her grey wool coat and waited to see if Quinn would make herself a victim or rise above it.
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 6, 2014 1:21:26 GMT
She had been wanting a new playmate but did she want to go this far? Did she even know how far Fairchild was? It was useless though, she needed it. That itch can never be scratched enough.
She looked at Angela confused "Oh. Sorry I though you could tell. You usually can with my kind. Oh well. Have a good night." She said and made her way to the bartender laying a five on the counter for him. "Greet coffee. See uou around." And gave him a cute wink.
Quinn then a bag and purse on one shoukder pushed open the door and made her way into the snowy night, her strange eyes looking for what she cant hear, her body feeling for what she cant see. I wonder how he likes them? Would he even want someone who wants to be wanted? Or only those eho want to get away? her mind thought, her scars burning anew thinking of what torment could be before her.
But was that really what she wanted? She did however escape from His clutches. She did run away whenever He made himself known to her. Yet she longed for Him or soneone like him. Would it be her undoing or woukd it finally give her strength?
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 7, 2014 23:32:41 GMT
(Bump)
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