Nev
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Post by Nev on Oct 21, 2006 16:55:29 GMT -5
*The moon rose high in the sky, sending down it's shimmering rays onto the form of two people. As th light intensified as the heavenly body moved across the canopy of night, the two could be seen evermore clearly. One it seemed was against the wall, the other seemed to be against that person, locked in an embrace. Though, it was no embrace of love, but one of death.*
*Kashika held her victim's arms against the wall, digging her fingers through the person's arms, digging into the muscle and leaving a bloody mess on her hands as she slowly squeezed through the flesh harder. She shook in grim content as she drained the blood from her victim's body, making sure not to let a single drop fall from the body that didn't go into her mouth.*
*Finally, having enough, she let the body fall to the ground. Blood covered her clothing and skin, from former victims as well as this one. She almost forgot the color her clothes were origianlly, for even when she washed them the blood didn't go away. That was all for now, 35 was all in a days work. Placing her foot on her victim's head, she crushed it, smiling there as she witnessed her work*
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Post by Sword on Oct 21, 2006 17:10:03 GMT -5
Sword, for once seeming to drag Dragun around, marched forward confidently. He turned down the alley and stopped, smiling broadly at the bloody girl standing over the crushed corpse. "What's up, vamp?"
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Post by Nev on Oct 21, 2006 19:23:00 GMT -5
*As Kashika heard the next voice, she slowly turned to the person who spoke. In most circumstances, as soon as she heard someone calling her a vamp, she would attack and feed off of them, not matter if she was full or not. Despite the fun she had feeding and stuff, she hated to be affiliated with other vampires, and would feed off of them indiscriminantly. However, something about the figures near her balked her and she just plainly stood there, lickking the blood off her hands to sate her appitite.*
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Post by Sword on Oct 21, 2006 20:38:17 GMT -5
Swords eyes gleamed and he winced, then his smile grew wider. "I see. I apologize, Kashika. It would be rather rude of me to compare you to an average vampire. He glanced sideways at an ipod the food she had just consumed hat dropped, and sighed as he saw that Dragun had just left the announcement of the competition up on every screen in the world. It would get annoying pretty quickly. "I'm Sword, by the way. Nice to meet you."
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Nev
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Post by Nev on Oct 21, 2006 20:54:40 GMT -5
*She cocked her head as he said her name. Perhaps her senses were keener than even she believed. She told noone her name, after the middle ages, when a poster of her was put on a wall that dispalayed her name and picture. She didn't mind the name they gave her on the poster. Kashika the bloody, it fit her well, but the image was awful. As she recalled, she had chained that artist to the wall, fed off and mutilated his family infront of him, cutting of his eyelids so he had to watch it all.*
(OOC: She should have a russian accent.)
"Night is nice...."
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Post by Sword on Oct 21, 2006 21:50:50 GMT -5
"It is indeed." Sword viewed the sky threw half-closed eyes, then returned his view to Kashika. "I have to apologise. I did a little diving to figure out your past, and it was completely rude of me to not explain how I knew who you were. Actually, now that I think of it, we've met once before. The night before you chained some artist to a wall for drawing you wrongly on a wanted poster, I believe." He gave a grin that required him to close his eyes, and opened them only to say "How have you been since then?"
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Post by Nev on Oct 22, 2006 14:45:26 GMT -5
*As he spoke about the artist who drew her picture on the wanted poster, she thought back to that night, had she actually met someone. Then it hit her, she hadn't spoken to anyone that night, but she had coincidentally been thinking of that event right before he spoke about it. As she had that epiphany, she bit into her hand, almost biting a chunk out of it, but not really caring and/or noticing. Was this what was balking her from a bloody feast? She narrowed her eyes at him as she thought this. She couldn't take being near someone that was clearly stronger than her for very long. In a blink of an eye, she dissappeared.*
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Post by Sword on Oct 23, 2006 3:27:28 GMT -5
Sword sighed. "Darn, why does everyone always do that?" He then turned back and walked off. He looked back at Dragun, and as they dissappeared into the mist he asked "Where shall we go now, bro?"
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