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Dec 24, 2007 15:55:15 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Dec 24, 2007 15:55:15 GMT -5
It seemed like minutes had gone by since Ismirshalen had pulled the trigger. The motion of the wolf in the air as it twisted, trying to get out of the way. The breath that had caught in the teen's throat as he willed the bullet to hit. Then sudden motion as everything clicked into sequence, the bullet grazed the golden beast's left cheek, the monster smashed its head into the wall near Ismir and fell, squirming and writhing. Icy eyes continued to stare straight forward in shock, heart thumping so franctically it felt like his chest would burst. Breathing again. His pain even seemed to numb for the moment. But unable to look at Amadeus as he writhed on the ground near him, unable to watch, but hearing enough to tell him that the wolf had clawed his own face.
At the sound of the blood curdling howl that rang through the air, Izzy was once again able to move. He turned his eyes first to the black gun, the hand holding it now shaking uncontrollably. The pain of the silver and coal flared back up again, causing the teen to double over, choking and retching up coffee, the only thing he had had that day. How it hurt. How he wished it would stop. But when he had writhed and squirmed like Ammy, he had found it would not leave, as the wolf must have found out by now also. The brunette allowed himself to turn his eyes over to stare at the monster. The sight of his claws flailing and body writhing made the teen sick. He had come so close to being killed, murdered brutally before the war had begun. It almost felt as if he had been killed already, except that the pain had forgotten it was suppost to stop. He had to get out of here, while Amadeus was unable to move.
Done puking out all that coffee, Ismirshalen forced his body to stand up. The instant he was at full height, however, lightheadedness flooded over him from blood loss, and he had to lean on the wall for support. His wispy black hair covered his eyes, and he raised a shaky hand to brush it back before slowly working his way to stand just out of reach of the thrashing beast, his legs feeling like jello. As he looked down at Amadeus, his icy blue eyes changed back to their natural clear blue, sensing that for the most part danger was over.
"War has begun," Izzy whispered, his voice cracked and throat burning. "I should end it now, but..." He paused, holding the gun up so that Ammy might see it. Curse his shaking body, he could barely keep from dropping it. "I guess, for lack of a better phrase, it would ruin all the fun." Done with his small and barely audiable speech, the teen proceeded to stagger out of the shop, making sure to avoid looking at the blood that draped the store. Outside, the sun had just sunk under the tall buildings of Grieco City, though the walk was still plenty bright with all the lights. The teen turned one last time to look at Caribou Coffee, and made sure to turn the sign to say "CLOSED" before going on his way. It might take a week or so for them to have it up and running again, and maybe a few more until the costomers started appearing as much again. Many people were still bustling about, so Izzy weaved through them, trying to make his scent hard for Ammy to follow, for follow he most surely would. The blood flowing out from the cut on his face, the fork twisted around his right hand which was also bleeding, and the holes in his shirt where burns were visible through it, however, made people tend to distance themselves from him.
Soon, walking had become a chore, and Ismir unconciously found himself in an alley between two tall buildings, one which happened to be a hospital. He might have gone in, but before he could even think on it, Ismirshalen found his world go black as the ground rushed up to meet his face. Even though worn out and unconscious, the pain from his wounds would not cease, and instead smothered him like fog.
[ Tis where Izzy ended up, just so you guys know what's goin on. ]
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Dec 24, 2007 18:00:34 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Dec 24, 2007 18:00:34 GMT -5
It was just going to be a normal night. Just a typical and average patrol around the streets for a typical and average guy. But that wasn’t the case for Daniel J.Royale. How he wished that somehow could be true… Normal had ceased a long time ago; two years ago to be precise.
If it hadn’t been the loud howl than it had been the thick scent blood to drive him suddenly forward. Daniel then stopped himself before jumping to such conclusions, he was standing close to a hospital after all. That howl had been unmistakable though, no matter how hard Daniel tried to divert his attention to the passing troublesome youths. It had been a wolf and he could feel the same wolf within him snap his head in total attention. A quiet night? Maybe not. The beast inside of him was already irritable to the growing night, there was no stopping the chewing curiosity which would be haunting him all night.
Daniel passed a defeated sigh and started down the street in a mild pace. Grey eyes searched passed the many streets and buildings. Many empty dead ends and curious faces but eventually he found him. It was the same reaction he’d show to any wounded figure in a shady looking alley, but the sense of protectiveness was greater than one he would show a stranger. This wasn’t a stranger, was it? Daniel grimaced. No, there was a scent lingering around him far stronger than blood. One which Daniel was all too familiar with for his own comfort.
“No time for pondering, quite alot of wounds you have here..." It was obvious the male was unconscious but Daniel still spoke, in a slightly calm and controlled voice, minus his breaths which had become panted from his jog.
He slipped behind a hand to the other’s back. Daniel gazed cautiously at first to the male’s limp form, as if a child sneaking downstairs and waiting to see if his parent’s stirred the slightest in their sleep. There was no response and that was all Daniel needed to raise his form up and slip another hand from under his two legs. He could feel the blood on him now but Daniel didn’t want to see them, the hospital would take care of them.
[It's quite late here and I'm so sleepy. I'm very sorry if theres mistakes or if I'm doing this wrong ^^; ]
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Dec 24, 2007 22:22:41 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Dec 24, 2007 22:22:41 GMT -5
[ I think it's pretty good! Now seeing as Izzykins is quite unconscious, we'll wait for Minkie to post her turn. Hehe. ]
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Dec 25, 2007 9:03:48 GMT -5
Post by .:Mink:. on Dec 25, 2007 9:03:48 GMT -5
[[ WHAT D8 RIGHT AFTER I SAID THAT I LACK A MUSE?! ]]
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Dec 25, 2007 12:28:44 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Dec 25, 2007 12:28:44 GMT -5
[ T_T; uhm.. ]
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Dec 31, 2007 16:11:07 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Dec 31, 2007 16:11:07 GMT -5
[**moved from Caribou Coffee* And I'm posting here because the other thread appears to be dead. o___o' Ah well. Short, because I'm tired. D;]
Seb leant against the wall, the half-eroded clumps of stone that protruded from it sticking painfully into his broad back. Caribou Coffee had been like hell for him. Unknown to others, he was actually slightly claustrophobic, so being in a cramped coffee store with several other people was definitely not his scene. That and the fact that he hated coffee. Ah well. He'd got what he wanted - shelter, plus analysis of the other beings that wandered here. Now that he was out in the dry, fresh air, he could feel his body adjusting to and complimenting his choice of area.
A thousand thoughts ricocheted through his dark mind, making his head ache. Unlike the town he had previously visited, this village was littered with werewolves, male, female, addicted to drugs, hooked on alcohol...Sebastian laughed to himself, raking a hand through his blue-grey hair. There really was a strange variety of them here, and a lot more in one place than he'd ever previously encountered. This time he'd have to be extremely careful, blend into the crowd a bit, and think before he put his plans into action. Maybe even create himself a new alias, a new identity? He was still a wanted man, and if they found him here, he'd definitely be screwed. From what he'd observed, the people here weren't as dumb as the last lot, and would be a lot less willing to listen to what he had to say.
Cursing sourly, and spitting on the ground beneath him, he clicked the safety catch on his machine gun, and grasped the handle tightly. He then jerked his head to the side, his steely blue eyes glinting with a slight malice as his gaze hovered over two other men, one lying on the ground, soaked with his own blood, and the other standing above him, his lips moving slightly, although Sebastian could not quite manage to decipher his words.
Ironically, the injured man was actually lying outside a hospital. Sebastian appeared to find this amusing, and his lips creased into a solitary smirk, as if he was enjoying his own private joke. His tongue curled around his lips, and he crouched down to a kneeling position, so that his muscled form was obscured by the shadows that fell on him. Sebastian's hands hovered over his steel, jagged sword, which was still bound to his back, the leather straps cutting a little too tightly into flesh. He loosened the bindings a little, hastily, and then returned to observing the company.
He analysed the standing man with immense interest, his gaze flickering first to the his face, down to his body and attire, and then finally returning to study the man's facial features again. "I wouldn't touch him, if I were you." Seb called over sarcastically, hauling himself lazily to his feet as the taller man bent to lift the injured other from the ground. Sebastian's glare slid sideways. "You don't know where it's been. And besides, you might get his blood on your clothes."
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Dec 31, 2007 16:29:56 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Dec 31, 2007 16:29:56 GMT -5
Daniel spun around to the voice almost instantly. He wasn’t exactly the startled type of person, his profession literally kicked all the things he had to be jumpy to out and handed him a gun to deal with it, but ever since the…change he had become easily curious and unsettled. Though he came to understand that it wasn’t himself. Damnit now simply wasn’t the time to be dwelling on such thoughts, he had a bleeding man in his hands.
Whoever the person was before him was no interest of his, just as long as he got the wounded to the near by hospital the matters would be settled after them. “I really don’t mind getting a little dirty.” Besides, the last thing he would worry about was a ruined shirt. It wasn’t his own anyway it belonged to the force he was working on. “You shouldn’t be walking around with those guns, people might think your up to no good.” He narrowed his eyes catching the glint of the other male’s weapon.
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Dec 31, 2007 17:11:20 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Dec 31, 2007 17:11:20 GMT -5
Sebastian's gaze swerved suddenly to the large machine gun that rested in the palm of his left gloved hand. He stepped forward, out from the shadows so that the harsh light illuminated his face, outlining his profile completely. "Ah, you think so?" A ghost of a smile danced upon the steely-blue haired adolescent's lips, as he swung around, his silvery eyes glinting, and then locking on to the other man's tightly. "I don't recall ever asking for your opinion, and I certainly don't ever remember mentioning that you had the right to order me around." Sebastian continued to smile twistedly. "Oh, and by the way...considering this guy is sprawled outside a hospital, soaked in his own blood-" He paused, making sure that the other was listening, whilst glancing up at the the thick outline of the hospital. "-don't you really think that if he wanted help, he would have gone and got it? I mean, who collapses right outside hospital doors, without even attempting to make it inside?" Seb narrowed his eyes, turning away. "Don't bother wasting your strength, or time."
Sebastian stole a quick glance over his shoulder at the other man, and his feet stayed rooted to the spot. He didn't really intend on leaving just now, as he wanted to stay and see what his reaction would be - and plus, maybe the injured guy would wake up soon. And perhaps he'd provide the seed of an argument, for the sheer hell of some excitement. If the situation got any more heated up, it could eliminate his boredom.
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Dec 31, 2007 17:49:41 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Dec 31, 2007 17:49:41 GMT -5
Daniel cast the new male a sour look, simply too cocky and confident for his own good. He’d seen and heard the over-confident attitude many of times, however with a machine gun waving in the attitude’s hands could create a reckless and dangerous approach. Great, he really didn’t need this. So much for a easy and quick night.
“He could have simply passed out-” Daniel’s feature scrunched up in slight annoyance from letting his mind speak words unneeded. “-Anyway I don’t really care why he didn’t.” The problem was bleeding in his arms not the questions why.
Daniel found himself becoming easily irritated by the man, it hadn’t been the suspiciously unlicensed weapon in his hands nor the interruption of taking the man in his arms to hospital, but the very thing inside of him was purposely focused on getting him frustrated. Daniel started to take calming breaths. He wouldn’t let it win, not tonight.
“I’ll be off now.” Daniel tried to ignore the spiralling aura amidst Sebastian, but it was hard when he brushed past him to leave. It was cold, Daniel felt his breath being sucked in, but a coldness which could nearly strike him down to the spot. This man… was hardly cocky and over-confident like Daniel had initially thought, just by one whiff of his aura. Just trouble, and serious trouble at that. He didn’t want to be involved no more, the aura almost scared him from the intensity.
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Jan 1, 2008 11:17:35 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Jan 1, 2008 11:17:35 GMT -5
[Now Seb's just being an evil little git. ;D Hope you don't mind. And he doesn't know that Daniel is a cop, but kinda suspects. xD]
"I find it amusing how you had to clarify that fact to yourself." Sebastian's eyes gleamed with argumentive intent, still firmly fixed on the defying glare of the other man. He then lowered his gaze, raising his gun to shoulder level purposefully, although making sure that the barrel of it wasn't pointing directly at the other, but focusing on the ground. He lifted his head pointedly, his lips curling into his annoying trademark smirk again.
As he clenched his fist, which was cloaked in the leather of his tight glove, he turned back around to face the man fully, sweeping a lock of blue-grey fringe from his eyes. His left eye was glassy, and appeared to be clouded over, while the other was strong and sharp, the iris a clear, bright blue, with small glints of silver darting to the center. His brow was furrowed into a frown, as he held out a hand lazily, his expression beginning to morph into a nonchalant, can't-be-bothered, solid mask.
"Why do you care so much about other people? They're only going to cross you, trouble you, in some way somewhere along the line - that's typical human nature. Which is why I tend to stay out of the way, and not asscociate myself with too many other beings, rather like I am now - this creates future witnesses and complicates everything. You see, I'm just speaking to you out of sheer boredom." Seb laughed harshly, gesturing vaguely with his free hand. "You said earlier that I shouldn't be walking around with a gun, because people might suspect me of something. Frankly, I don't care what people think about me, whether they reckon I'm a criminal or not, which is pretty obvious, no? Eitherwise I wouldn't be standing here giving you a load of stick whilst I could be running from the law." He continued rashly, by now beginning to enjoy himself rather largely.
"I guarentee, he won't even be grateful for what you're doing." Seb pointed out bluntly, "You expecting some kind of payment, that it? Because damn straight, you're not gonna get it." He smiled again, but not a warm smile, a cold, unwelcoming, mocking smile, as fire danced in his eyes, laughing at him.
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Jan 1, 2008 12:24:10 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Jan 1, 2008 12:24:10 GMT -5
((I’m used to your evil characters Azzy xD))
He was starting to become unnerved at the gun’s gaze swinging around freely. Any good cop would have disarmed it and taken the person by their ear to the nearest office but hardly Danny was a man of law enforcement first and then the public’s safety. In other words he was too kind and forgiving, letting light-hearted crimes pass until the second time crossed. “If you want a ‘chat’ go take it with someone else who isn’t busy. I’m sure there’s lots of people in the streets if you just look hard.”
The mouthful of rants slurring out for the man were hardly paid attention, instead his words just completely passed over his shoulder. Was he talking a foreign language or something? It felt like it. “Just…go away, you’re annoying me.” A primary school remark, but he hadn’t the clue what to say anyway. The next set of words only grew on his impatience. “Haven’t you heard the saying the best comfort you can receive is giving comfort to others?” Danny‘s cheeks tinted red, growing embarrassed by the not-so-tough words coming out of him. “Look I’ll do what I please and right now I’m taking this man to hospital. Goodbye.”
Daniel then left down for the alleyway, attempting to ignore the man’s aura which seemed to empower the shadows of the alleyway. He turned the corner and passed through the entrance of the hospital, catching four or five’s attentions within a few seconds where standing in the alleyway for five minutes hadn’t. A nurse ushered towards him alarmed by the bloodied appearance of both of them. “Are you alright sir?” Daniel nodded to her and motioned down to the man in his arms instead. “Take him.” Finally the weight was lifted from his hands and a great deal of relief came with it. “What happened?” “Tell me all the details.” Daniel sheepishly smiled, informing the white coated people he had no idea and he still had a job to do tonight. They left him for the mean time, chattering amongst themselves.
There was a soft humming calling down one of the hospital’s corners. Daniel’s eyes were dragged over to it. A hot drinks machine; it’s mechanical glow down the dim corridor was immediately recognizable. “Where’s my loose change…” He stuffed his hand inside of his pockets and searching around for the sliver pieces. Once he picked the right one he shuffled over with his hands raised. He pushed the coin in and choose the appropriate drink, not having the strong taste buds to withstand coffee he choose tea instead. He sighed and waited for the machine to do it’s business while diverting his attention elsewhere. There was a window over looking to the alley… Daniel snapped his head back. The man was gone now, his aura no longer felt.
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Jan 1, 2008 13:18:50 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Jan 1, 2008 13:18:50 GMT -5
[short, but oh well. xD yeah, you've only ever roleplayed with my mean characters. o___o' Don't worry, Seb's not gonna raep him. ;DD Yet. ----------->and hence also the post that makes you realize that perhaps...he's not so straight. xD]
Sebastian leant against an ivory wallpapered wall, still smiling coldly. He was now standing next to a small drinks machine, in a narrow, dim hospital corridor, staring up at the peeling, white-washed ceiling. Interesting, he mused silently, swerving his gaze sharply across the area. Not quite the reaction he expected from the other guy. Judging from the man's attempt at trying to shake him off, he wasn't going to be rid of that easily.
Sebastian clamped a hand down on the other man's shoulder, his eyes still alive with his mocking glare. He breathed in deeply, making sure that the other knew of his presence. "Ah, but I don't feel like running away, and finding a new somebody to torment. I'm quite satisfied already." Seb's velvety tones floated into the cop's ear, as the blue-haired adolescent raised an eyebrow, leaning his elbow against the wall so that he was between Daniel and the exit.
"And besides, that would be no fun..." He murmured curtly, pressing nearer, perhaps a little too close for comfort. He then stepped back slowly, his heavy black boots clicking against the polished floor. Sebastian's heart was banging in his chest as he spoke, another stroke of a smirk teasing the corners of his mouth.
"Don't you think?"
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Jan 1, 2008 13:37:02 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Jan 1, 2008 13:37:02 GMT -5
((xD ahhh! He reminds me so much of Taisuke))
Daniel watched in forced fascination to the white cup popping out and the warm liquid flowing into it. He wasn’t going to even think about the other man anymore, not allowing it to ruin his night. He grinned widely to himself. That’s right, that man could go screw himself in the dark corner of the alley with his machine gun, because he was going to have a nice and easy night. A hand was placed to his shoulder and his hopes and expectations came crumbling down, smashing into pieces to be precise.
Daniel spun around, forgetting about his lovely hot tea sitting underneath the machine’s golden glow. He noted how the exit to the corridor was now blocked and it was just oh-so lovely how the corridor happened to be empty. Wait? Why was he thinking about escape methods anyway, this was Daniel a professional officer who had been on the seats for years.
Closer than the man had ever been before, Daniel easily grew nervous. He didn’t know whether to thank or curse his ability to see the strength within people, because right now all it seemed to be doing was casting a imposing shadow over him. He shivered, quickly attempting to rid away the feeling. “Look I want a nice and easy night…” He turned back round and casually took his tea, trying to appear more confident than he was actually feeling, a lot more. “Go find someone else to sneak up on.” He shooed him away.” Hopefully the other didn’t notice just what effect he had over him.
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Jan 1, 2008 14:03:18 GMT -5
Post by -+//Sire//Aszrielle//+- on Jan 1, 2008 14:03:18 GMT -5
[please excuse this incredibly crappy post. ;D you said I could steal his drink, so I am. <3]
"Thanks." Sebastian smirked lazily, reaching out, uninvited, and casually slipped the paper cup of tea from Daniel's grasp, raising it to his own lips, and gulping down the sweet-sour, hot liquid, feeling it burn his lips, tongue and throat. He then crumpled the remains in his palm, tea spilling out over his fingers, and tossed the crushed cup carelessly to the floor, kicking at it aimlessly with a heavy black boot, whilst licking a tea-stained fingertip tenatively.
Regaining his leaning position against the wall, he stared at the older man with intensity, curiously scanning the other with a look of distaste as he set down his large machine gun on the polished floor, nudging it with his foot, careful not to accidently set off the trigger or so that it was in reaching range of the other man. He didn't exactly want his most useful weapon conviscated or stolen, especially not when around a guy both older and perhaps physically stronger than himself. "So what happened to the bleeding guy?" Sebastian inquired sourly, not really the slightest bit bothered or somewhat interested in this particular topic. He shook his head, raking a hand through his long-ish, steel-blue hair again, annoyingly.
He studied the other again, noticing for the first time that the man didn't actually look that much older than him - eighteen, ninteen, perhaps twenty - and his black hair rode up in spikes or odd angles [Sebastian wasn't really sure which], and he had an athletic build, muscly, but not too muscly. Muscly enough to beat him in a hand-to-hand fight, Seb mused to himself curtly. But he was on the upper hand - he had a gun.
Crossing his hands behind his back, Sebastian's mouth pulled back into a sharp sneer, his tongue flicking quickly around his lips, moistening them.
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Jan 1, 2008 14:38:25 GMT -5
Post by x fallen~reason on Jan 1, 2008 14:38:25 GMT -5
((Harsh Azzy, harsh v__v))
Daniel gaped in a wordless protest to his tea being snatched out from his hand. Damn, he really wanted that tea, he could feel the drink’s fleeting warmth disappearing. He felt he could almost pout, but Danny just didn’t do pouts. Instead he sighed, making sure his annoyance was voiced through it. “You’re welcome.” It was tempting to roll his eyes up, but again Daniel withheld from doing that. He watched as the gun was placed to the floor and nudged forwards. A weight had be raised off him now the weapon was discarded, Daniel certainly didn’t fancy himself to be around with someone with it, he doubted anyone would.
The moons perfect rays managed to shine through the window and catch his eyes, reflecting a pure sliver. He immediately turned his head away, disliking how the moon could have such effect on him. That was the last thing he wanted, freaking the guy would with a wolfish attitude towards the moon, but then again the thought was amusing on his nervous attitude.
“We’re in a hospital, what do you think happened to him?” He was clearly in a sour mood about his tea being snatched from him. If it wasn’t for the suspiciously powerful aura surrounding the man he wouldn’t have hesitated in throwing some abuse, but instead Daniel withheld his frustration like a kid with his building up tantrum.
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