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| Topic Started: Monday, 14. October 2013, 14:05 (420 Views) | |
| Toran | Monday, 14. October 2013, 14:05 Post #1 |
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The Formerly Hated
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Toran grinned wide and settled down at the bar. He had to admit, this was his favorite bar in Chicago. "Whiskey, neat." His voice was deep and velvet soft. The big man leaned back on the stool and looked around, taking in the setting. He rolled his shoulders to keep them loose. There was a football match on tonight, which promised a decent brawl if things went right. He dropped some cash on the bar and scooped up his glass, taking a sip. He'd dropped by often enough that they gave him a glass at least. The big man was in a simple navy wife beater with an unbuttoned white shirt over top. His cargo pants were black and tucked into combat boots. At 6'4 and nearly 260 lbs he was the biggest man in the Pub at the moment, which disappointed him. Unless someone had a decent chip on his shoulder there's less chance someone would take a shot at him. He took another fiery sip of the whiskey and pulled out his smart phone, his calloused hand using the stylus to manipulate a small diagram he was working on. After about a half hour and his third whiskey he was getting bored. The game had been a disappointment. Nobody got riled. Slipping his phone into its protective case he sheathed it in a cargo pocket, paid his tab and walked out. He'd really been hoping to blow off some steam tonight. He turned the corner and headed down the alley to the spot he'd parked his truck. Stuffing his hands into his pocket he wraps them about two cylinders. It was a rough neighborhood, never knew when some junkies might decide they needed to get some cash for a fix. He heard the running footsteps racing out of the darkness and grinned through his scrubby beard. A mugging? Looks like he'd get to blow off some steam anyway. Spinning faster than most would expect from a big man he raised his hands and snapped his wrists, extending the collapsible batons. But what hit him wasn't what he was expecting. The girl was 5'6 and might have weighed a hundred pounds. Leather pants and a halter top were the only thing on her ebony body. Her dreads trailed behind her and her eyes were wild. She raced in like the wind and jumped as though she planned on BITING him. Toran cursed. Fucking junkies. Nuts on PCP or something. He snapped out a big combat booted foot for her stomach to drive her back even as he crossed his arms to stop her from hitting him, but he missed. How the hell had he missed? Damn she was fast. It was like she just ducked to the side around his kick. Her small hands gripped his big forearms and he felt like his bones might be crushed. The man let out a shout of pain as her small weight drove him into the wall. "FUCKING JUNKIES" He bellowed, twisting to try and throw her off. But she was like a tick. Unable to shake off the tiny bitch he couldn't believe she managed to haul up over his arms and sink her teeth into his neck. He grunted in pain and started to heave the crazy thing off him when a large formed dropped down on them from above. Toran had a vague impression of denim before the weight smashed him into the ground. The crazy bitch's fingers cracked something in one of his forearms. He heard a wet ka-THUNK and something splattered all over his face. "The hell, get OFF" The big man gagged as the cold something dripped into his mouth. It glued his eyes shut, keeping him from seeing. He felt, strange and a burst of warmth rippled through his muscles. He finally hurled the small woman off him with a convulsive grunt. He rolled and staggered up to his feet using his good arm to wipe the sticky fluid out of his eyes. Blinking blearily he saw... a head. "Fuck!" He jumped back and slammed into the wall of the alley. The dread locked head stared at him from the ground a pair of long fangs gleaming from it's screaming face. He looked around and saw the body half embedded in a pile of trash. A tall woman in jeans and a white beater was gathering blood oozing out the neck stump in a jar. "FUCK!" Toran repeated. "Don't blow a nut man. Just another dead fanger." Toran gagged, realizing what was smeared all over his face. He pulled off his ruined white shirt and mopped as much off him as he could, leaving his hair a sticky mess around his scalp. "Oh, that's... gross... and, wait. A vampire? Bullshit! I'm out of here." He took off for his truck, determined to get away from the alley and the insanity of what he just experienced. Sliding in he started it up, calming as the engine rumbled to life. He was feeling, strange. His cracked arm didn't hurt like it should. Whatever it was, he hoped it was over soon. The feeling of calm vanished when the amazon slid into the passenger seat of his truck and grinned at him. "Yeah, getting out is a good idea. I'm Mac. Where we going?" Toran had a sinking feeling his life just got a bit crazy. |
![]() Toran's Voice Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me.... | |
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| Toran | Wednesday, 16. October 2013, 02:09 Post #2 |
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Toran slammed back into the bricks as Boom Boom kicked him solidly in the chest. The huge skin head was 6'7 and almost 380 lbs of solid mean. A lifer who'd spent the last 14 years pumping iron and raping new fish to the Maximum Security Peniteniary. Since it was his second day it was apparently Toran's turn. Their orange jumpsuits were both unzipped, Toran's white t-shirt was torn from the hands that had pulled him into the ring of Cons. He knew he had to stop this fast. Boom Boom came in with a haymaker. Toran stepped in, blocked at the elbow with his forearm and then drove one of his scarred fists into the Con's stomach. The man grunted and his arm flexed in. Seizing the leverage Toran snapped his blocking arm up and rolled his own heavily muscled limb over it, trapping Boom Boom's arm against his side. Toran took a heavy punch to his ribs as he stepped in even closer but his first lashed out inside Boom Boom's guard. One punch to his thigh to take his balance. The next to his shoulder to deaden his free arm and then he drove his skull right into Boom Boom's face. The crack echo'd across the yard. The guard whistles started blowing and prisoners were scattering. Toran wasn't done. His locking arm flexed and he twisted Boom Boom's arm inward, dislocating the shoulder. His other hand snapped up and stiff palmed Boom Boom's jaw, right below the ear, dislocating his mastoid. Thrusting a leg forward he trapped the man's ankle and flipped him onto his back. Then stepped up again and slammed a foot down right into the bigger inmate's crotch. A shotgun boomed and a rubber round slammed into Toran's back and knocked him up and over Boom Boom, slamming him into the wall. Raising his face from the bricks he grinned with bloody teeth, flashing red beneath his black beard. "Looks like a month in the hole for you asshole!" The guard said as they dragged him up and zip tied his arms behind his back. "Fair enough, but I ain't getting fucked, now am I?" Toran's deep voice rolled out, a velvety chuckle like the earth rumbling as they lead him away. He was still laughing when they locked the door to solitary on him. |
![]() Toran's Voice Can't leave... can't leave... can't leave the girls will eat me.... | |
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| Mac | Thursday, 17. October 2013, 21:59 Post #3 |
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Goddess of Fuck and War
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I've always loved bars, because it's in bar's you'll find the lowest and most depraved of men. The kind of men that I pretty much eat for diner. Sometimes they come to me because they want pain, and sometimes they come to me because they want to die. It's like they just know that the crazy bitch with the dreads is a predator, and they're attracted to the danger I represent. I don't always find these types every visit, but I know when I do. They stare at me, the way I walk, my towering figure, the way I can put back Vodka like it's a a refreshing shot of Powerade. Tonight was a bust, and I was bored to fucking hell. It'd been weeks since I'd had a Hit offer, and longer since I'd had myself a fanger. When I only have a few bottles left? I get a bit panicky. I like to keep a well stoked fridge of Fanger blood. Shit's good for healing up quickly, and when you burn through as much of it as I did? A few bottles could sometimes only last a few months. I was blowing out of the Dive joint I was in when I heard it, someone yelling "FUCKING JUNKIES" in the most gratingly sexy voice I'd ever heard someone cuss in. I really didn't care about anyone being jumped, let's face it... I dont give a shit about much, but the alley entrance was on my route anyways. I was hoping to see something hilarious. Maybe a mugging. Instead, I found a rather petite girly vampire trying to eat some fucking hulking dudes face off. She was fast, but near frenzy with Hunger. Easy to tell she was a recent convert, no control. All impluse. Also? No awareness. Score, I could use a chick like that right now. With my backpack up over my shoulder, I scaled the wall and then slipped along the edge of the first story. Easy peasy, neither of the tussling two below even noticed me. She had him pressed against the wall by the time I'd gotten myself over them, sliding my perfered Machete out of my backpack. The fangers diner was yelling again, “The hell, get OFF” and for a moment, I was actually impressed with his ability to resist the bliss of the bite. I mean, I can... but not at first. The first time Marco bit into me, I feel beneath him like a school girl having her first toe curling orgasm. I fucking gave into it with everything I had and rode that pleasure train to a melty pile of ooze on the other side. It took me a few years to really be able to function through it, and a few more to be able to freely resist it's layers of joy. When they were lined up below? I just stepped over the edge. I wanted to yell Geronimo, but I've never really been the kind to be blatantly stupid about giving up my position. My silent mode of creeping around has always been one of my greatest strengths, and I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but I ain't that dulled out, even with all the shots to the brain I've taken in my life. It was a brilliant and clean shred, and it came with a beautiful burst of blood that splattered everywhere.The guy that had been diner? He was freaking out at being covered in Fanger by splatter. Got in his mouth too, he was trying to clean it out. I had the head, he had the body. He shoved that corpse off like it was going to infect him with something, to late dude... I could see by the look in his eyes, he'd already had to much go down the gullet. Holy shit, she must have been REALLY fresh to pump that shit out that fast, her body still clinging to it's mortality and all. Flowing quick. I dropped my backpack on the ground and was taking out the jars wrapped in a towel inside, trying to gather that fucking life saving liquid as it came rushing out with such vitality. "Don't blow a nut man. Just another dead fanger.” I said with a grin, some sadist joy in the fact he was now going to be so fucked he couldn't even comprehend it... Strangely enough, mother fucker got the jist of his situation way faster than I was expecting. Big boy could -think- a lot better than his size would make you assume. "Oh, that's... gross... and, wait. A vampire? Bullshit! I'm out of here." How'd he get the vampire jib there? Seriously, he just jumped on that band wagon faster than I did and I'd been held hostage by one. My brows raised and I let the jar overflow, and as I was switching to the next the fucker was taking off down the alley way. I threw the lid on the first and raised the rest of the dead girls body up to get the flow a little faster, and when it started to run slow I figured it was time to bail. This hadnt been planned well, and there was blood everywhere... Including all over me. Didn't really feel like being caught by anyone at this particular time, so I needed a fast out. Stuffing the jars back into my backpack, I followed the direction that fanger bait went in. He didn't go far, I found him in his car sitting there and staring at the wheel infront of him as he started the calming process of figuring out WTF happened back there. It made me grin, wild and mean. Poor fucker, this was going to be so much fun. I opened the door, which the idiot hadn't locked... trusting a bit much? Seriously! And slid right into the passenger seat. "Yeah, getting out is a good idea. I'm Mac. Where we going?" You should have seen that boys face! He looked like I'd just kicked him in the balls, eyes all bulging and shell shocked. I started using a hand to clean off my face, figuring I probably looked like a ragged mess all coated in red. I licked it off my fingers. Can't waste that shit, it's life saving medicine. “Well, get the fuck out of here. Come on, I don't feel like explaining why we're coated in some poor fucking bitches blood to any police or anything.” I waved at him, then reached over to push down on his leg that was sitting on the gas pedal. It was still in park, so all it did was rev the engine. Got his attention real good though. “Get out of the truck.” He said, with that sexy damn purr of a voice. “Nope. Saved your life, you owe me. Now drive.” My voice may not be a pleasant sexy drawl like his, but I can resonate with all the authority of a psychotic bitch that gets what she wants. Boy starts driving, and I start grinning. Time to slowly feed him bits of shit about the vampire world, but only at the most dramatic moments. I wonder how much he'll take before he cracks, or tries to crack me open. Can't fucking wait, it's been boring lately. |
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