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| Topic Started: Friday, 19. September 2014, 21:16 (987 Views) | |
| Cameron | Friday, 19. September 2014, 21:16 Post #1 |
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Cameron had been working out in the park when he got a text from Fox saying she wanted to meet up when she got off duty. So he sent her a reply letting her know where he was. He was dressed in a simple pair of sweat pants and a white muscle shirt. He'd been doing katas among the trees, flipping off the trunks and getting in some serious obstacle running. His scarred skin was slick with sweat and his black hair was short and dotted with moisture. He had a large gym bag, exercise weights, change of clothing, a few supplies, bottles of water that sort of thing. Thanks to Fox and her bad habits he had a flask of scotch and a rolled blunt as well. He'd been trying to get his mind off Emily. She'd been haunting his dreams again and he'd realized it was crushing his self-esteem. Every time he tried to think about something positive with regards to himself her face flashed into his mind and the fact that she'd just... left. Abandoned him. It ripped into him. Made him doubt himself. Made him doubt everything. Maybe that's why he'd been so willing to fall into getting stoned and drinking when he ran into a woman in as much pain. He'd never compare what he was going through to Fox's loss of Vanya however. He'd met Emily a handful of times, and while he was obvious obsessed with her and desperate to see her again, she'd never been his lover, never been his wife. Fox had lost her world. Cameron had just lost a girl his deranged mind had told him was an Angel, whose lips had claimed she was a vampire. He didn't know what to do with the situation. If it wasn't for the lingering proof he had that she existed he'd think he'd made her up wholesale and consider it an ongoing sign of insanity. But he DID have proof he'd met her. Though he suspected everything since could well be part of his insanity. Still, he was settled on a foot bridge and sipping scotch from the flask while waiting for Fox to show up. |
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| Siobhan 'Fox' Foxworthy | Friday, 19. September 2014, 22:20 Post #2 |
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Bad Copper! No Cookie!
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I am in a shitty mood. A really, really shitty mood. First day of work after a month of..well let's call it fucking disability and leave it at that. ..oh. And MORE therapy. Yay. Because that's helping. ..okay, i'm being snide, it's actually helping a bit. ..well..no, it isn't. See what fucking HELPED is knowing that despite what happened, despite the millions of 'what if' scenarios i kept playing (and keep playing) in my head..i know one thing: Vanya is still here, she still loves me..but i still have work to do. WE still have work to do: Make the sons of whores who did this to her PAY. So she's got herself some servants in the afterlife..yeah..i don't know if that's how it works but it has a certain poetic ring to it. They took her life for whatever petty fucking reason they did, we send them all packing off to..well, i hope not hell because that implies she's there too..but..somewhere..and they're her bitches for..uh..after..life.. ..shut up, that sounded way better when i was thinking it up. So yes. First day of work. Can't say i looked forwards to walking into the locker room today. ..don't like pity. Don't like it one bit, no sirree. ..although what i like even LESS is finding one of those short stick-like bicycle pumps with a condom around the handle in my locker. It's the kind of shitty, tasteless joke coppers pull on each other. Although this one is in EXTREMELY bad taste. Nobody laughs. Least of all me. Nobody gets close to me either because the first person to touch me is going to get -HURT-. I know it. They know it. I..just get my kit on and head out with James. We don't talk today. We just patrol. We have lunch, i just stare ahead and wait. ..i wait for someone to make a wrong move. Just ONE..i just need..one wrong move. Like some little punk playing the bigshot for his friends and his girlfriend. He mouths off when we send them on their way. Thanks kid. Thanks. ..they're probably going to have to wire his jaw back together. And with a bit of luck he'll be able to use his hand again. Maybe. I don't really care either way. ..i feel a little less homicidal. A little. Couldn't be arsed to change out of my uniform and my kit-belt though i wear my brown long coat over it and use my helmet as a shopping basket for a bag of crisps and the strongest, meanest, linoleum-meltingly strongest thermos of coffee i could find. Milk and sugar? Fuck off, i want the stuff as bitter as i am. Good thing about being friends with Cameron? You can always recognize the poor, scarred bastard. Not that it -bothers- me. ..well, it bothers me that it bothers him so much. ..i wonder what reconstructive surgery goes for in this day and age? Maybe some backalley doc? ..do you get disgraced plastic surgeons who work cheaper? ...eh..He's looking pensive as fuck though.. "'ullo Cams, please tell me your day 'asn't been as shit as mine?" |
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| Cameron | Friday, 19. September 2014, 22:48 Post #3 |
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"No my day has been fine Fox. Doing katas and using the trees to do some obstacle running. Been good. Just in the mood to be mellow. So since I got a blunt and some scotch in my bag I thought I'd help you blow off some steam. If you're in the mood to enjoy a bit of mellow." Since she'd hooked him up with her dealer she'd at least know the shit was good quality. Cameron had been surprised to learn what nimble fingers he had when it came to detail work. Then again he'd always been more of a hands on person than an intellectual. He didn't feel bad about being a mediocre student. Generally. "Shit dreams is all. Needed to blow off steam. Then of course my coworkers were ragging on me for my little crazy spell and my phantom girlfriend. So that sucked. Swear I'm getting tired delivering nanny cams to pervs trying to make upskirt videos or catch their babysitters masturbating." He grins and shrugs. From a distance it was easy to think Cameron was a lean man, average build at best. It was only when you got up close that the rope like muscles covering his frame became obvious, and then of course the scars which twisted them all out of shape on his left side. In the right light he looked like something out of a horror film, though generally his light green eyes and warm smile defused that somewhat. He shrugged off the backpack and knelt by it. He slipped the silver chased flask, a rather large one, out of his bag and a cigar tube, waggling them for Fox. |
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| Siobhan 'Fox' Foxworthy | Saturday, 20. September 2014, 14:14 Post #4 |
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Bad Copper! No Cookie!
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"I'm in the mood for beatin' the shit out of someone to tell the perfect truth. But i'll settle with 'avin' a drink and a smoke with a mate." Dreams huh? Yup, i know about dreams. Good ones, bad ones... uh..ones that end with you waking up sweaty, aroused and with one of your hand between your legs and the other groping a tit. That's always a good one to start the day on, being awkward, aroused, sad and..a little disgusted with yourself all at the same time. Although..i suppose if she's watching... MOVING ON! Yeah. Phantom girlfriend..erm. ..Uh. I kinda -want- to tell him, like i want to tell James, like i want to tell...people in general. But i don't really want to be stuffed in a bloody straight-jacket. It's not like i can actually -see- her, i'd LIKE to, i would really LOVE to see her and hold her and talk to her and..erm. ..yes. ..those things and -nothing- else. ..because i'm not any sort of pervert. Nope. Not me. "Let's 'ear about 'er then, maybe i've seen 'er, or 'eard somethin' about 'er. This 'is she real or not' shit is for the birds, closure's the thing 'ere, innit?" Closure is nice. If someone suddenly goes and buggers off then you want to know WHY, you start to blame yourself and you start questioning shit you do and that's just no good. I snag the flask and look at it curiously before taking a sip and nodding appreciatively. Then i tend to the rolled cigar-leaf and the illegal but soothing herbage. Puff, puff, puff, inhale...bliss. Yup, that helps a little. |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 20. September 2014, 15:43 Post #5 |
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Going out. Feeding off random people. Enjoying too much she shouldn't be enjoying. The rush she had tried to create to forget about Emily and the pressure of the desire from the blood bond that needed to be sedated was starting to disappear. She felt like a trapped mouse running in that fucking wheel over and over and over and..... ARGH! It had to stop. She had been fooling herself. She was not fine! Or happy! Nor was she coping with the fact Emily was gone. How long had it been since she had seen her? Touched her? Tasted her? Smelled her? Kissed her? Kisses... those lips. My goodness how she missed those tender touches of those soft lips. The Gangrel laid on the floor of their Haven curled up in a ball and crying. Her claws had been making scratches all over the floor and the wall close to her. Frantically trying to find answers. It was ckear the young vampire was reaching her breaking point. It could not go on like this. She needed to gather information. Where was her lover, her bunny? The entire house was scattered with papers, broken furniture, shards of glass... nothing was in its place. If Emily would walk she would get a serious OCD attack. It was as if a tornado had gone through the place. Leslie had been searching for something. Anything to help her out. Suddenly she thought of the old Haven. Emily had kept the apartment as well. The young vampire jumped up and ran out dressed in a pair of black sneakers, black pair of jeans and a hoodie. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail. Her clothes were stained and ripped. She was not her usual bright self. Once at the apartment Leslie went on a search like a twister turning around every piece of furniture, book or other obstacle that could be hiding something. Emily was a soldier. Information and files were important to the neurotic Malkavian so there had to be something here! And then! What was this? Cameron? The name occurred a few times. Some details were very recent. That might be the right link. Cameron! Her eyes narrowed and flashed with a red hue before they got darker. There were descriptions about the guy, what he likes, disliked and where he could be found. A girl had entered the apartment but a ginger cat left the place to go hunt for this mysterious Cameron. If she could believe the files, which she knew she could, she would easily recognise him. As fast as the wind she ran from place to place until she was in a park. Her mind was losing hope. It was making her heart heavy and her mind foggy. She heard people talking but she didn't care. The cat walked around and saw the talking couple. The woman was unknown and so was the man but the cat took another look. Those scars. Unless there were more people like him walking around he must be the one Emily had described. Cameron. Just to be sure the cat casually walked around and sat near them so she could hear him better. An attack on a random human was not a good idea. |
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| Cameron | Saturday, 20. September 2014, 15:56 Post #6 |
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Cameron puffed on the blunt himself, inhaling and letting the soft pleasant rush of hash settle into his system. It calmed him, made it easier to deal with this crazy obsessiveness he'd been tending. He took back the flask and sipped the scotch as well. He'd come to enjoy the combination of booze and weed. The mellow and fire mixed well and gave him a boost to his self-esteem and maybe a false bravado, but it kept him from getting stupid and aggressive, which was good. "Well, met her when she ordered a dozen miniature cameras. She had me deliver them to a park of all places. Her name was Emily Watts. Jaw length brown hair, slim top, nice round ass. Long legs. Really pretty. She'd actually picked the park because it matched the address of the pizza delivery from that old Ninja Turtles movie. 122 and 1/8th. So she had a sense of humor. She offered me an iced tea. Hung out, chatted for a while. I remember thinking how hot she was. But she wasn't really interested in me, you know? Said she had a girl." He took another drag off the blunt and passed it back to Fox, his pale green eyes reflecting pain a bit. His eyes confused as he sipped the scotch. Then he passed that back as well. "That ice tea was frigging amazing though. Don't know what the secret ingredient was but it was just... addicting. I still have dreams about it. She said it was imported from some special brewery in the US. So we met up a couple more times. She'd toss me a tea, we'd talk. Casual stuff. That's when I started going batty. Things just started going a bit off the rails for me. I started hearing voices. Started thinking she was an Angel. She told me she was a vampire, I think. She tried to teach me some magic, to make me invisible. At least that's what I think I remember. I haven't seen her since the beginning of June. There was never anything sexual or anything. It was just talking. Can't really explain it. Don't know how she got into my head so badly." The scarred man leaned against the side of the foot bridge and shrugged, reaching up to run his fingers through his short cropped hair. His face was a mask of confusion and frustration. He didn't know how to explain how things had gone. |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 20. September 2014, 19:49 Post #7 |
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The smell of the weed and the alcohol made the tiny nose of the ginger cat wriggle. Why did people use such destructive goods? Leslie disliked the taste of such humans blood. It made her cringe and feel bad. Their tainted blood gave her anything but satisfaction. The cat liked her paw and rubbed it across her little head. What a seemingly innocent animal sitting close and occasionally looking at them. There was a different intelligence behind the eyes but it was beyond the human eyes to see that. From the moment the guy spoke the magic words "Emily Watts" and described her the cat seemed to focus upon them. That was her Emily! A painful sting kept piercing through her entire body. It was hard to focus on not jumping on him in her human form. The animal strode closer and listened to every word. Addictive ice tea? Going batty? Ghoul? Emily had clearly given him her blood. He was now suffering the curse of her clan. That he had not deserved. Ghouling someone unasked was a surprise. Apparently there were things she didn't know about Emily. Malkavians... the cat sighed. It was a sign there was something wrong with the ginger animal but not that anyone would really notice. She was after all a stray cat wandering around, no? Stay calm... relax... |
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| Siobhan 'Fox' Foxworthy | Sunday, 21. September 2014, 00:40 Post #8 |
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I listen calmly to Cameron's story, take a puff or two of the blunt with a pensive sip of scotch and consider the..more than slightly odd sequence of events. Oh i believe him, too many weird details not to believe him, besides, he's my buddy, i wouldn't lie to him. ..uh. If i can avoid it. Not telling him shit is not the same as lying to him, thank you very much. ..I wouldn't LIE to him and i see no reason why he would. "So....She ordered a dozen spy cams, shows up at the fuckin' park, gave you.." I purse my lips and try not to sound judgmental. ..and fail. "..a..really..really..really good iced tea. ..oh sorry, -several- of them.. Iced tea that is so fuckin' GOOD you still dream of it..so good in fact that it's addictin'.." I open my mouth to say something that actually IS judgmental and then close my mouth before i do, sighing sadly and putting my free arm around my scarred idiot of a friend to pat his arm. "Now 'aven't you learned from 'angin' out with -me- that you shouldn't accept things from weird, fucked inna 'ead lesbians? Not unless they take it too. And even then be careful. Also be careful with weird, fucked inna 'ead straight girls for that matter. OR weird, fucked inna 'ead gay men. ..or..well..you get the idea. ..probably. Look..i'm not tryin' to be mean 'ere but you -know- she took you for a ride, rite? Probably gave you some weird, fucked up designer drug as a sort of unwittin' guinea-pig. Which made you flip the fuck out, 'ear voices, start thinkin' she's an angel, or a vampire. Although i admit those two are very different. 'ave some crisps." I shake the helmet turned basket with the open bag of bacon-flavoured crisps and ponder for a moment, puffing pensively on the blunt and exhaling slowly. "I'm pretty sure the special iced tea is a load of tosh. It's some sort of weird drug she gave you to get you 'ooked, did she ever ask you for money or to do stuff for 'er? Like..i dunno..drive 'er places, deliver packages, that sort of thing." |
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| Cameron | Sunday, 21. September 2014, 12:11 Post #9 |
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Cameron took a crisp and flushed, considering what she said. He felt a swell of rage to hear her bad mouthing Emily, his hands trembled slightly as he popped the bacon flavored chip into his mouth and chewed. Part of him was livid, how DARE Fox say something like that about Emily. How DARE SHE. He gave a full body shiver and relaxed into the mellow vibes from the blunt, taking it back and inhaling slowly. He held the smoke in long enough to feel a mild burn and let it out with a sigh, his pale green eyes half closed. "Ah, she did actually. She had me follow some horny tourist around. Take pictures, that sort of thing. I never did anything about it. She just had me take pictures and pass them over to her. I dunno. Part of me is... Hearing you talk badly about Emily makes me feel such rage. What kind of drug could do that? What kind of drug can make a person go completely psycho AND cause them to feel undying love and loyalty? Are you saying she brain washed me or something? Because that's what it would have to be, right? Brain washing?" He was flushed and flustered, talking to fast. He took a heavy drink from the flask and sighed, turning in a fast circle. The 5'10 short haired man was obviously agitated. His hands shaking. He didn't know what to think. What to believe. Magic he didn't understand or even know existed was tormenting his mind and flushing his brain with reactions he couldn't predict or understand. Though perhaps fortunately for everyone he had long since stopped being a ghoul and had no beast to rouse into a killing rage. |
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| Siobhan 'Fox' Foxworthy | Monday, 22. September 2014, 01:15 Post #10 |
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Bad Copper! No Cookie!
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"A really fucked up kind of drug, that's what. I'm no chemist but i know enough about it to know it can do some pretty weird shit to your brain, i mean just look at LSD, that's some fucked shit rite there and then there's the designer drugs, whoooo boy, does that stuff get nasty, it's all about brain chemistry and fuckin' with it to get the results you want, and.." I close my mouth and then open it, only to close it again. ..i..don't particularly want to bring up the chances of weird, prototype drugs maybe causing braindamage. Noooo. "Erm. I don't know nothin' about brain-washin', i 'aven't 'ad much of an education, specially not psychology or stuff like chemistry, Vanya was the smart one, not me. I don't 'ave answers for you, sorry. I can 'ave a look around for you though, see if she's in the system, maybe she's in the nick or.." Turned up dead, if she's into nasty ass shit like this then she certainly deserves to be. ..i don't particularly want to shove that into my friend's face though, not when he's getting so antsy that even i can see it. "Maybe she just left, which is frankly for the best. I'll 'ave a word with some of the lads at the airports and the docks, see if they seen 'er, i don't suppose you 'ave a picture?" |
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| Leslie | Monday, 22. September 2014, 12:24 Post #11 |
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That was it! That was just fucking it! How dared that cunt say such things? Fucking humans! Retarded bitch! She knew nothing and neither did he. Pictures, tracking Emily down... That was all too dangerous. Leslie had to stop them and fast and perhaps painless. With a deep and hopefully calming sigh she removed herself from all eyes and hid behind a tree to change into her regular human form. The sight of a seemingly young girl appeared from behind that tree and walked over to them. All she could think of was keeping it together long enough in order not to hurt them or anything worse but the closer she got to them the more her Beast poked her, clawed at her, howled to her. It was getting stronger, too strong and her nice (or somewhat nice) attitude quickly changed into something darker and more primal. By the time she reached the two she accidentally (?... could be, no?) bumped against the woman and grabbed Cameron by his shirt to pull him closer to her. Her hand grasped him in the back of his neck so she could have his full attention and this way she forced him to look at her. There was a surprising amount of strength in the girl. "Listen here you little fuck. I don't know who you are and how you are involved in this..." Well he was probably Em's ghoul but seriously it was hard to explain this shit to these drugged fuckers. "... but Emily is my girl! And she has disappeared and apparently you have seen her quite some more than I was aware of. I want every little fucking detail you got and within the two minutes if you love your life! Got it?" |
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| Cameron | Monday, 22. September 2014, 16:30 Post #12 |
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Cameron thought about that. It wasn't like he'd checked the bottles. She could have been giving him something. That'd make sense. It wasn't like the doctors had a good explanation for why he had experienced schizophrenia for two months and then it just faded away... after the most horrible flu of his life. He'd been throwing up, shaking dizzy, sweating. His friends had even said he looked like a junkie going through withdrawals. Which hadn't made any fucking sense at the time because he didn't do drugs. Well, he didn't do drugs THEN he thought. Strange how that worked out. He was about to open his mouth to reply when he was suddenly assaulted by a strange, and beautiful, young woman. She was screaming about Emily and demanding details. A couple hits off the blunt and a mouthful or two of scotch wasn't really enough to impair his judgment and he reacted without thinking about it. His arm passed under hers and then up in a fast smooth circle, breaking her hands free of him and he backed up, his pale green eyes narrowing. "Ease up! I haven't seen Emily since the beginning of June. I saw her a handful of times and then she just dropped off the face of the earth. It's been like three and a half months since I saw her." Cameron's muscles tensed. He didn't particularly like being manhandled by strange people, especially ones screaming at him about a woman he had mostly started to convince himself wasn't real. Well here was the damned proof he needed that Emily WAS real. Her Emily? So this had to be the girlfriend then. He felt kinda bad for her. He'd have felt worse for her if she hadn't been all grabbing at him. "Look if you're Emily's girlfriend then I'm sorry if she bailed on you two. We weren't seeing each other or anything. She wasn't cheating on you. Never touched her, I swear. She just gave me some iced tea and made me follow some tourist girl around. Then one time she dropped by my apartment and had me stand in a corner and pretend to be invisible for a few hours. I hate to say it, but I think she might have been losing her mind. She thought she was a vampire." |
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| Siobhan 'Fox' Foxworthy | Thursday, 25. September 2014, 19:10 Post #13 |
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I give my friend a slightly wary look as i chew a mouthful of bacon-ey crunchy goodness. Well, okay, it's not the real thing but these are pretty decent crisps. ..which is a shame really because the pretty girl popping into view from behind the tree (where she's apparently been listening to our conversation) knocks the bag out of my grip when she bumps into me. ..accidentally? ..accidental my ass.. I contemplate the loss of the poor, innocent crisps. So young, so ful of promise, they were going to be so tasty and now they're lost, scattered, turning soggy and soaking up tepid scummy water. Oh the Humanity!! The angst! The drama! The PAIN!! ...ehem. Okay, enough mourning, it's an inconvenience, no more, i can step into any random Tesco and just get a new one, that said.. I was already pissed the fuck off and little Miss Personality here isn't doing my temper any fucking favours. Especially not when she gets handsy with my buddy. Well..i wouldn't mind handsy, hell i'd -encourage- the good kind of handsy but this girl has a nasty look on her and the part where she's threatening his life while demanding answers he doesn't have grates on my last nerve. So while she's focused on Cameron i circle around behind her and reach for my..heh..i guess toolbelt applies here. |
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| Leslie | Saturday, 27. September 2014, 15:39 Post #14 |
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To her surprise the man was quick in response. Shouldn't the drugs and alcohol slow him down? But who cared? The young one did not move away from him even though she wasn't having a grip on him anymore. She knew she was still faster than him so giving him that false feeling of security could only work in her advantage. Everything he said sounded wrong! She wanted to hear him say he knew where she was and that her bunny was safe but no! He had no idea where she was or what happened to the Malkavian. Even worse he thought she was crazy... well Emily had a touch of craziness because of her clan curse. Not only that he knew she was a vampire or she had told him and he didn't believe it. This was a possible Masquerade breach of he would prance around on a fucking high telling this to others. Regular humans would ignore him but others would use and abuse him. Pity Leslie didn't have any mind changing disciplines. Masquerade breach would get Emily in trouble. Perhaps Cameron had to be eliminated in order to create safety for her Emily but then again maybe Cameron knew more than he knew himself. The problem was that her usual thinking procedure got disturbed by her Beast. Its claws had a grip on her mind. It held her undead heart in a firm fist squeezing it to make her believe that she could feel alive if she let him out to play. It begged her in a devilish way. Control became harder and harder... she was slipping away. Losing a battle with herself... "You better never touched her. I want... no! I need her back and you are going to help me whether you want it or not." The girl that was with Cameron hadn't raised any reason for curiosity... yet! Something was amiss however when she felt the presence that was first next to her shift away from her. Slowly Leslie turned around trying to see where the other one was and what the human was up to. Her hands were curled into fists and she was hoping she wouldn't use her claws unwillingly du3 to the strong nature of her Beast. With narrow dark eyes, slightly reddish she searched for the girl while holding one hand at Cameron's shirt so she would feel it if he would do a runner. |
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| Cameron | Saturday, 27. September 2014, 15:53 Post #15 |
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"Look I'm sorry if your crazy girlfriend abandoned you, but that doesn't make me your slave or anything. I didn't touch her and I got nothing to apologize for. So how about you calm down. Last time I saw Emily she showed up at my house and tried to teach me to be invisible, so I hate to say it, but yeah, your girl might be in an asylum or something now. But either way I haven't seen her since the end of June. She's just gone. So, good luck but there's nothing I can do to help." Cameron was generally a patient and compassionate young man. But he was getting more than a little tired of this girl's grabby hands. He reached out with his scarred left arm and grabbed the forearm that was holding his shirt. His fingers dug into the tendons there in a way that could well cause the hand to spasm open. Then his other hand came up and he detached his shirt from her grip. He really had no intention of being jerked around like a rag doll for a hysterical girl in the part in the middle of the night. "Now I'm sorry for your loss and all but enough of the grabby hands, alright? It's not cool to keep grabbing on me, even if you're upset." He wasn't sure he bought into Fox's idea of Emily drugging him. He couldn't shake that solid foundation of faith and adoration for her, but he also couldn't deal with getting jerked around like this. It was making him more than a little upset and he was already depressed enough whenever he thought about her. Sometimes it hurt worse than his parent's deaths. So he didn't have a lot of patience for this teenager grabbing onto him and jerking him around. His pale green eyes flashed in annoyance. |
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| Siobhan 'Fox' Foxworthy | Sunday, 28. September 2014, 08:33 Post #16 |
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Nightstick or metal baton? Weapon -designed- to be nonlethal, or a collapsible shaft of hardened steel with a knob to deliver all the force of a blow into a small area? ...well, under -normal- circumstances i'd go for non-lethal because i'm not THAT much of a cunt. ..normally. Today though i've had a really shitty day of people being massive, sweating cocks. I was JUST calming down a little with my friend when this crazy fucking phlangestorm turns up and starts demanding crazy shit that Cameron -clearly- doesn't know. I'm reasonably sure that, given her dialogue, she's on the same shit that Cameron got hooked on. Which really sucks for her and would be the cause of some mild sympathy if she weren't making grabby hands at my friend. The -WRONG- kind of grabby hands. Erm, i know it's petty but i have a serious dislike towards hitting lesbians. I really do. I know it shouldn't matter but i hate myself afterwards. In this case though it's a pretty fucking gorgeous young woman (who is obviously insane) or my friend. Sorry sweetheart but that's no contest, you're going down. The metal baton makes a 'swish' noise as it extends on my backswing. They actually teach us how to do that: Draw, deploy, attack in a fluid series of motions. I use both hands and don't hold back, puttieng all the force i can muster into the strike. It's partly anger, partly concern for my friend and partly the knowledge that people on drugs can have amazing levels of resilience. I want her DOWN and -OUT- before she goes apeshit and hurts my friend. I was AIMING for the side of her head but her sudden turn makes the swing go for the eyesocket instead. Whoops? I COULD throw out some sort of 'clever' oneliner. But we're not living in the world of shitty actionflicks. This is the real world where people who show off or want to look like 'badasses' get shot, stabbed, run over, thrown from windows or set on fire by people who DON'T faff about until it's entirely certain they've won. When the dust settles in when you can comment in relative safety. Not DURING a fight, that's just stupid. It also telegraphs your intentions. Which is even more stupid. |
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| Leslie | Monday, 29. September 2014, 11:39 Post #17 |
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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Why did he call her crazy again?! The choice of his words was not working in his favour. Emily was saner than he fucking thought! Fucking mortals! Human spawn from fucking nothingness! Stop talking! He had to stop talking. Oh fuck! Leslie could feel the anger crawling out of her. Her inner Beast was taking over. There was more than one battle she was about to lose this night. And this Cameron had no right to get upset. Gone!? Leslie hoped Emily wasn't gone. Or dusted. NO! It couldn't be? What if the Prince did something to Emily? With a growl Leslie decided someone was going to die for this. If Emily was dead then the one responsible for that would do as well. Maybe this human would be a good start but her attention was slipping away. Not good... not good at all! When she turned around Leslie felt something and her eyes were red. Or at least one was. No... they both were! With a loud shriek that could send chills down anyone's spine she grabbed her head. Did that bitch just hit her with something? Blood? Her nose wriggled only to come to the conclusion it was her own blood she was smelling. That pain was so annoying. The rush of her anger was only getting fuelled by it. Great. So now her eye and what else of her head was bleeding. The Gangrel kept her eye shut or not... it was possible that the blow to her eye socket had smashed her eye to fucking pulp. Whatever it was she could not see through that eye and her own blood was staining her entire face and was also masking any other scent close to her but luckily she still had one good eye so she could see the bitch and her friend so need to smell them. Their scents were already in her head from before so tracking them down later (if she kept them alive) would be possible. Her hands were covered in blood. She looked at them when she pulled them away from her face. The grin on her face predicted nothing good. "Oh sweetie! You shouldn't have done that!" She growled. Soon enough there were no hands but claws curled up in fists as she pounced towards the woman. Good damn it! Seeing with one eye sucked seriously because she wasn't really sure where she was jumping at or at whom because suddenly there were more than one of that bitch. Since when did she have a twin? All she wanted was to rip these two apart. Maybe Emily was inside of them? Maybe she would find her in the blood and gore that these fucking walking, too much talking blood bags possessed. Maybe she could their intestines like tea leaves and found a way to whatever rabbit hole her bunny had jumped into and was hiding! Why the fuck was she hiding? Where... ? "Where the fuck is she?!" she screamed with a dangerous red hue in her only open (and probably existing) eye while trying to grab whichever cunt was the closest. Her Beast was happily purring as it was finally out to play. Purr, purr, purr, hurt, hurt, hurt, rip, rip, rip their fucking heads of their body! Hear her fucking purr! Because perfection purrs bitches! Now spill the useless blood and eat their hearts while they still beat in their chest! |
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| Cameron | Monday, 29. September 2014, 12:22 Post #18 |
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Cameron blinked in shock as blood sprayed off the side of Leslie's face and splattered across his face. He swallowed without thinking about it and nearly gagged in shock. But there was something weirdly familiar about the taste. That salty heaven. His light green eyes were wide in surprise and utter bafflement when her fingers grew out long claws. He wasn't sure he believed what he was seeing. Fuck his schizophrenia must be coming back. His shock didn't stop him from realizing that it was a really bad thing for the girl to be screaming and diving towards Fox. He reacted without thinking. His hand snapped out and grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. Without thinking about it his other arm snapped around and gripped the back of her shirt. He twisted until the woman's body was pressed against his back and rolled his shoulders and stepped forward to fling her up and over. Unless she twisted in a strange way she should go up and over, flying upwards to drop head down towards the ground as he put her through a hip throw. It didn't occur to him that she might land on her neck. Possibly be badly hurt. She was already badly hurt. But he wasn't worried about that. He was worried about Fox. So he reacted out of instinct and the years of martial arts classes he'd taken to help his flexibility. [ooc: actions pre-approved by player of Leslie.] |
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| Leslie | Monday, 29. September 2014, 12:34 Post #19 |
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Flemish... furry... flirty... feline! (YODO) Perfection Purrs!
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Ouch! Fuck! What now? Something pulled her back by her hair. Urgh not at the hair! With a growl she wriggled and kicked behind her. The arms that wrapped so tightly around her form were a big mistake. It gave her Beast the feeling that it was being caged again. She grabbed his arms and naturally her claws would hurt him but Leslie was too far gone to think about that or even to care about that. The Gangrel pushed herself up and threw her head back which would hopefully hit him full in the face. If he would let go she would drop to the ground in a crouching position and try to orientate again who was where and what they wanted to do. All though her Beast was not fine with that. No more thinking! The moment she would feel the release of Cameron's arms she would try to lunge herself at the bitch again or one of them. Wasn't the middle one always the real one? And weren't there only two of them just seconds ago? |
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| Cameron | Monday, 29. September 2014, 12:46 Post #20 |
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Cameron's nose broke with a sickening crack when Leslie's head slammed into it and he staggered away from her. His forearms were slashed, four long lines across the back of them, not to deeply but they were bleeding with surprising ferocity. An errant part of his brain went "really, more scars" as his green eyes took in the damage. He groaned in pain. But it didn't stop him from twisting to the side and allowing Leslie to rush past like a matador avoiding a bull. The graceful scarred up Englishman twisted and actually dropped into a cartwheel and flipped across his hands to land next to Fox. He looked to the cop because really, he had no idea what the fuck to do at this point. All he knew was his arms were on fire and his face felt like someone had smashed it with a hammer. Which was appropriate enough, all things considered. He totally wasn't hiding behind Fox, nope. Not even a little. He was standing beside her in a gesture of solidarity. All about togetherness now. |
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