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Subject:@$@^%&&! RE-post!
Time:02:11 pm
Current Mood:aggravatedaggravated
He nods, producing a knife from the remains of his sleeve. He pushes the sliding-glass door open quietly, and you wonder for a second at how arriving by air makes B&E soo much simpler. You follow Shade through the heavy curtain and into a beautifully decorated apartment. Everything inside is antique-looking, all of it in immaculate shape. There are a few tastefully appointed weapons and paintings on the walls, too dim to make out. The hardwood floors are covered in deep persian rugs, all very tasteful, and not really what you'd expect from a raving psychopath like Alexi. Shade moves in a wary soundless crouch, which you seek to emulate, but fall somewhat short, as it is dark and unfamiliar and you're not too used to sneaking. Shade leads you down a hallway, and into more complete darkness. You follow the glow of his eyes as best you can, and follow him through a door at the end of the hall. He touches your shoulder, indicating for you to stay put, and crosses the room. There is a rustling noise as he pulls aside a curtain to admit the dying rays of the sun. The dimness resolves into a bedroom, and you can make out the shape of an enormous 4poster canopy taking up much of the space to one side of the room. The bed is empty. Shade scowls mightily, rather a frightening affair what with the glowing red eyes and fangs and all.
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medeapoison
Subject:$#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 11:29 am (UTC)
"Fuck." Wyn looks pretty cranky as well. "Guess she knew we would stop by."
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 11:37 am (UTC)
Shade shakes his head, pressing a finger to his lips, and crouches down beside the monster bed. You lose sight of him for a moment, and hear a heavy dragging noise. You move to get a better look, and see that he's hauling a streamlined black coffin out from under the bed. The light gleams off the knife in his hand as he lifts the lid.
The next bit happens in a blur of motion, and suddenly Shade is crouched, straining back, with the point of a knife under his chin.
"Betrayal, my pet?" Alexi's soft voice inquires.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 11:40 am (UTC)
Hmmm. Can I get close enough to get a clear shot at her head?
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 11:43 am (UTC)
Sure can, but you should prolly take the safety off before you start exploding heads.
Shade does a backward roll away from the knife, landing himself firmly in the last fading patch of sunlight.
"I can't do this anymore, 'Lex." he says in an equally soft voice.
Alexi rises gracefully from her coffin, her diaphanous white nightgown giving her an almost spectral aspect.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 11:44 am (UTC)
Well of course. Can't shoot the gun with the safety on.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 11:51 am (UTC)
Alexi smiles, changing her grip on her knife.
"It ends tonight?" She smiles. "I had hoped for more, from you."
Shade inclines his head, "Come on, then."
Alexi moves, impossibly fast, her gown a white blur as she crosses the space between them, stopping just short of the sunlight. Her knife flashes, but Shade moves away, equally fast, keeping his back to the light. Their movements take on an almost familiar cadence, and for a moment it occurs to you that Alexi trained him, so the combat situation must be terribly familiar to the both of them. It's almost like a dance. They dart around eachother warily, neither actually scoring a cut on the other.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 11:53 am (UTC)
erm... um... I'll shoot her if shit goes bad. I really don't want to fire this gun and have the cops come in here. Best not to fire a shot unless I'll actually hit her. In fact, probably better to not shoot at all if I don't have to. But I will, oh yes, I will. Lol.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 12:08 pm (UTC)
lol.
Alexi suddenly coils like a snake, and pounces on Shade, knocking him off balance and back. He forces her back at the point of his blade for a moment, but she moves again, too fast to follow, and buries her fangs in his neck, just where it meets the shoulder. He curses, his eyes narrowing as he pushes his blade in and up under her ribs. She screams, jerking back, and drives the heel of her hand directly into his cold-iron wound. Shade screams, his back bowing from the pain.
This looks like a good time to take your shot, and you do so, just like duck hunt, you pretend that Alexi's blood-smeared face is a giant duck. *bang* Whoo. Little bugger has a hell of a kick. Your shot hits her, just barely, scoring a bright streak in the midsection of her gown. But hey, at least you don't hit Shade with it.
Alexi snarls, rolling away and putting Shade between you and she.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 12:10 pm (UTC)
Bugger. Um, I'm really not sure what to do here.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 12:18 pm (UTC)
Just giving you the option, in case you wanted to add anything. Enough with the combat, eh?
They break apart, somewhat less gracefully then when they went in. Shade flips a knife at her, catching the hem of her nightgown, arresting her movements just enough so that she cannot move quickly enough to dodge his second (produced like magic from the other sleeve) which hits her right through the heart. They both freeze, and Alexi's eyes widen in disbelief. Shade actually takes a step forward, as if to help her, before drawing himself to a halt as she falls senselessly to the ground.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 12:22 pm (UTC)
She steps towards you uncertainly, but stops a good distance away. Opens her mouth to speak, but changes her mind and decides to let you have your moment.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 12:34 pm (UTC)
He stands over her, looking down, for a long time, long enough for the last of the sunlight to fade from the sky. The room isn't pitch black, as there is a quantity of silvery moonlight filtering in, as well as the harsher, artificial lights from the city. The colour has leeched from the room, save for the twin spots of red in Shade's eyes. He reaches up to where a beautiful katana is displayed on the wall, not even looking to see where it is, just knowing. He unsheathes the blade, where it seems to draw all availiable light to it, casting it back in a cold gleam. Kneeling, he turns Alexi's body so that she's lying on her back, the handle of the knife pointing up like an accusation. He leans close, whispering something too low for you to hear, then, bringing the blade down in a silver blur, severs her head from her neck with a single clean blow.
Even as her body begins to crumble to ashes, something begins to happen. A huge welling of glamour, as sharp and painful and purely sweet as first love denied, it rolls out and around you like a tide. You are swept up in it, breathless, captivated, and feels like hours before you can move, or breathe of your own volition. It bears you up, making your heart ache, and tears fill your eyes, smearing the world into silvery knife-edged blurs.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 12:42 pm (UTC)
She sits down on the floor, trying to recollect herself. When she can finally speak again, she does it cautiously. "We should, um, probably not be here when the cops show up about that gunshot." She sounds apologetic, not because she decided to fire a shot off, but more because those words are just pathetically wrong, given what just took place, but she didn't know what else to say to you.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: $#^@ livejournal
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Time:2003-12-09 12:47 pm (UTC)
Shade turns slowly, unseeing, towards the sound of your voice. His eyes are so inwardly focused they look blind, the fact that they're glowing red seems unearthly and frightening. The sword falls from his nerveless fingers to clatter with a musical sound that makes you think of Alexi's laughter.
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medeapoison
Subject:knock on wood
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Time:2003-12-09 12:50 pm (UTC)
She shivers, unable to help herself, and gets unsteadily to her feet. "Shade? I'm, um, sorry it had to end this way." She murmurs to the floor, obviously thinking the words are totally inadequate.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: wok on nood
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Time:2003-12-09 12:56 pm (UTC)
He blinks at you, slowly seeming to shake off his reverie. He turns back, looking at the pile of ashes with his knife lying in it, as if to make sure it's still there. He looks more lost then you've ever seen him, as if everything that has happened in the last couple days has just now hit him at once.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: wok on nood
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Time:2003-12-09 12:59 pm (UTC)
She walks over and pulls you into a hug, trying to give you some comfort. You get the general feeling that she thinks this gesture is pretty inadequate as well, but she does it anyway.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: wok on nood
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Time:2003-12-09 01:03 pm (UTC)
He clings to you as if you're the last rock before the waterfall... or some other less-lame metaphor, if you can think of one. You can feel him shaking, just this endless shudder that seems to go on and on.
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medeapoison
Subject:wok and roll
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Time:2003-12-09 01:12 pm (UTC)
Perhaps the last twinkie in the box would be a better metaphor? Yeah, I didn't think so either. Anyway...
Wyn seems wholly unsure of how to help you. Pretty much just lets you have some time. After a while, she sighs and says "I'm sorry to have to say this, but we really should go. I don't think I can handle being arrested today." She seems loathe to let go of you, however.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: wok and roll
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Time:2003-12-09 01:17 pm (UTC)
He takes a deep shuddery breath, then another, and draws away from you. At about that moment you hear the oft imitated, never duplicated, buisnesslike *rap,rap,rap* of a cop behind a door. Shade, seemingly unphazed by this, moves to the window, sliding it open, and crouching on the sill. You walk over and he puts an arm around your waist, drawing you close.
"I can't fly too far with both of us." He says simply, his voice barely a whisper. "I'll get us off this floor, but we're gonna have to hide somewhere or . . . or something."
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: wok and roll
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Time:2003-12-09 01:18 pm (UTC)
She nods. "I really expected no less. Gotta be somewhere to hide around here."
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: wok and roll
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Time:2003-12-09 01:27 pm (UTC)
He scoops you up, and you can tell even that simple movement pains him. Bitch must have got him good on that old wound. Blast. He spreads his wings and falls back, and for a breathless moment you're falling, then the wind catches his wings, and you soar upward like a leaf. He flaps his wings once, favoring one side heavily, and manages to land you, more or less, on the huge-ass balcony on the top floor.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: wok and roll
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Time:2003-12-09 01:30 pm (UTC)
I assume we're going to go in. "I really hope nobody's home." She comments, more to herself then to you.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: wok and roll
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Time:2003-12-09 01:32 pm (UTC)
We're gonna sit right here in stasis on the balcony untill Scott gets his wonderful new intro lol.
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shadenokturne
Subject:bonnie and clyde
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Time:2003-12-09 11:50 pm (UTC)
You can see movement from inside the apartment. Lights are on, and there's a strange feeling to the glamour around here, but then again, that could just be the residue from ... whatever it was that happened earlier. You'll have to ask Shade sometime when he doesn't have that shellshocked look.
"Who's there?" Calls an unsteady voice from within. Great. The owner of the apartment is home. Through the sliding glass door, you see a tallish young man with blond hair half-stagger in the direction of the balcony. He calls out again, then falls to his knees and tosses his cookies all over the floor. Eew. Shade doesn't even look. He's crouched on his knees, staring at his hands with the bleakest look on his face.
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: bonnie and clyde
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Time:2003-12-10 01:10 am (UTC)
Fucking fabulous. And I don't have veiled eyes or anything. I suppose I'll try very hard not to toss my cookies, which I probably will if I get too close to that puke. "Shade, it appears that the owner of this apartment is home. And throwing up." She pauses. "Think we oughta go in and say hello?"
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: bonnie and clyde
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Time:2003-12-10 03:44 am (UTC)
Shade doesn't raise his eyes from his blood-covered hands. Granted, the blood on his hands is his own, from tearing the window wire thingee out, but this has a disturbingly macbeth feel to it. There's a decent quantity of fresh blood all over Shade, actually, considering the wounds he just took, which of course totally clashes with all the old blood from the night before . . . boy needs a shower and a change of clothes in the worst way. He looks like an axe murderer.
As for our errant cookie-tosser, at least there's a sliding glass door between you and puke. After a moment's contemplation, you realize that the guy in there is fae, or at least... he's got a seeming. It's pretty strange though. He's got a tail, too. A cute widdle gween dwagon tail. Awww! ^.^
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: bonnie and clyde
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Time:2003-12-10 09:49 am (UTC)
Sigh. Well, something's gotta be done. I'll just tap on the door. When he looks up, I'll wave and smile in my most disarming and dazzling manner.
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mpaladyn
Subject:There came a tapping, gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door...
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Time:2003-12-10 01:58 pm (UTC)
Sorry. It would seem we are quite literally on different pages here. Check out the (almost) last thing I posted under Dominic Stevens - This is youuuur life. I figure, as long as the weather's nice it's silly to leave the patio door closed when you live in the penthouse suite and have no pets to worry about. Not like anyone would be dopey enough to climb the building; and flying people? Come on... that's just ridiculous. ^_~
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medeapoison
Subject:Re: There came a tapping, gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door...
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Time:2003-12-10 02:03 pm (UTC)
Well, then, she waves and smiles in a disarming, and dazzling fashion. Without knocking on the door to get your attention.
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