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Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 18:44:49 GMT -5
It was a dark night... Of coarse. Such an important person would never set foot in such a place during the day. The hospital wasn't closed, of coarse. But it had a lot less people inside it than usual. And they looked like they were about to fall asleep, though some were attempting to stay awake watching soap operas. Hah. Such a pathetic sight.
A figure clad in a black leather trench coat strode in through the hospital's automatic glass doors. Even his pants, gloves, and knee-high boots were made of leather, and decorated generously with silver buttons and the like. However, his clothes had great contrast with his straight creamy blond hair. It was cut perfectly straight, the bangs right above the eyebrows and the rest cut right at his chin [think a more princely Willy Wonka in Johnny Depp form]. Pale skin. Icy blue eyes. Basically, his outfit had great contrast with his color.
The figure walked up to the lone woman at the receptionist desk, who instantly snapped awake. Probrably because the guy looked a bit out of place. He looked around the empty lobby before finally resting his piercing blue eyes on her. The kind you cant stand to look at for fear of being vaporized.
"I am here to see a patient on the third floor, room 319," he said, his voice British and smooth as velvet. Menacingly smooth.
"I'm going to need your name, sir," the woman said tiredly, looking oh-so-pleased to have that job. "At this time only people whose names are on the patient's visiting list are allowed here."
The man, who looked to be about 20 or so, leaned down closer to the receptionist. "I need to see the patient," he said more forcefully.
"Look, hun. I'm sorry, but unless you give me your name you can--" The woman's voice cut off, because embedded in her neck was a silver bullet. The figure stood over the receptionist, his silenced gun at his side. He turned and walked over to the elevator, walked in, and pressed the button for room three.
The door made a shrill ping as it reached the floor, and the man walked out, looking down both ways. The hallway was empty, and the overhead lights were dim. Great, great. The man in black followed the doors until he got to room 319. He turned the knob and opened the door...
To see that the room was completely empty.
"Shit," Lord Loki exclaimed.
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Oct 18, 2008 19:19:22 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 19:19:22 GMT -5
{{Special K posting!!}}
“B-but King Firebottom!” I stammered out in an apprehensively excited voice “This can’t be! I did not slay the queen! I was in my stable the whole time last night, I swear!”
Oh. But I saw you, Mable. I had seen you in thou yonder field at hence mid-night. Your horn was slathered in my wife’s blood.
“How could you saw such a thing, your highness! I would never betray you and the dwarfs!” I had to grab onto my trash bag to keep from falling over. Lightheadedness engulfing me. “ It was that scoundrel Sir Fredrick! Wasn’t it!? He was the one whom led you to believe such a thing! Tell me you won’t listen to his nonsense!”
Sorry Mable… But you’re a bad failcorn. You fail.
“NOO-”
Take her out of my sight! To the guillotines! Please!
There I was. My head was being placed onto the damp wooden surface. I could feel the cool bolts on my speckled ivory leather skin. They pressed my head further into the groove, my mane in my face, then…
WOOSH
The door opened. I knew it.
Interrupting my ruptured second life. I am NOT crazy.
I shook the weariness out of my head. It WAS early. Around midnight. I usually woke up around eight or nine PM. The bearer of the door handle ruined my noon daydream. I was upset. Very upset. Nothing to turn green about, though. I will just whip up a good lecture. I continued to slide out from beneath the low bed, eventually allowing my head to be free. My large eyes/pupils allowed optimum light in the dark scenery. An up to the continuous pill plates that were slid through the mini door above my bed that led to the pharmacy. Dilation. Makes you look crazy, but useful.
I peered around the side of the bed. The culprit. He was beautiful. Blonde. Like a little doll. So very sensitive looking. Someone you’d normally forgive easily. But I’m crazy. I mean, not crazy. One side of my brain doesn’t agree with the other, so what?
“Okay, Cream-puff. What the hell!?” I guffawed as I attempted to leap up from one knee that I released from the bed. I grabbed a tall lamp for empathizes, pointing it at him menacingly. “I’m the nick-name giver-extraordinaire! What gives you the right to barge into my dormitory! I’ll rub your cute little face into a gum incrusted pavement!” I continued insulting him, enjoying myself immensely. Using different languages for more pizzazz.
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Oct 18, 2008 19:54:12 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 19:54:12 GMT -5
Okay. So maybe the room wasn’t empty. Yeah. Um.
Lord Loki stared at the freaky girl who had popped out from under the bed. Waving a lamp at him. Oh-so-threatening. But hey. This was the girl he was looking for. Score! The cloaked figure waited a few minutes as the girl ran out of steam. Which happened to take a lot of time. She had a lot of steam.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the blonde princely guy held up his gun to her forehead. With the other hand, he reached into one of the pockets on the trench coat and pulled out a photo. At first glance, it appeared to be a bunch of dots on a white background. But when you looked closer… You saw a girl with a lot of freckles. Still pointing the gun at the girl, he looked from the girl to the picture, then back.
“Finally I have managed to find you,” he said, smiling thinly. “Your records are hard to follow… You have been through at least four other mental facilities before coming to this one. Such a shame. No one is able to recognize your true potential… Except for me. Your mind is unlike any other. Is that not true, Mable Trea?”
The man took a step closer to the girl, re-pocketing the picture. She was still waving the lamp around, shouting obscenities at him. Lord Loki let this go on a while more, before lashing out with a hand and tearing the lamp from her grasp. His icy eyes locked onto the girl’s, as if they alone would be able to shut her up. He set the lamp down on a table, and before she could draw away he grabbed her by the arm.
“You are coming with me,” he commanded, starting to pull her to the door. His gun stayed trained on her forehead. “If you scream, I may have to shoot you. We would not want to find out, now would we? Best stay on the safe side, hmm?” He smiled again, this time much more genuine. Creep. He peeked out of the doorway, checking for any of the security crew that patrolled that floor. The coast was clear.
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Oct 18, 2008 20:49:40 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 20:49:40 GMT -5
{{Special K again D: My posts keep getting lazier, lol}}
Jesus he was taller than I thought. But then it struck me. He’s tall. Hot damn. Nothing new as far as situation, though. I think I’ll just play along.
I concentrated my gaze on the steely gun that glinted in the dull light peering in from the moon. My equivalent of sunlight. “Soo-” He tugged me around the corner. I watched as Cream-Puff peered around the hall. He was apparently very much serious. And his grasp was very much unwavering, tight, strong. I would be leaving all my friends behind after all. I wanted to start bawling right then at the thought. It wasn’t as hard for me as for them, though. Without me. My mind. They are nothing but rotting rat corpses I had been hired to exterminate from the lower corridors. Or so the nurses claimed.
Although there was ups. Defiantly. I am not one to be attached to friends. I would be leaving this place and it’s morphine, tranquilizer, anti-depressant pills, shots, lecturing physiatrists. And this guy wasn’t too bad looking. We’d be grooving’. Totally radical. He thinks of me as a friend, not food. Maybe a testing subject actually. Friend might be pushing it.
And he continued on. Dragging me along. “Just because I’m coming with you doesn’t mean I need to make it easy for you, now does it? You have that gun pointed at my upper head cavity. That shot would certainty have me dead in your arm instantly. Then you lost all your purpose. Do you understand? Do you understand!?” My brain paused for a second. “I can think with death pointed at me. Anyways, what do you need me for anyways!? Inquiring minds would like to know, and I don’t guess. I know and ask questions. Hypotheses are for ignorant high-scholars still learning the fundamentals of science!! That’s why I dropped out of college by the way. No respec-” I paused briefly to watch a passing by nurse calling for help on a radio. “-t. And talk about the boys! No hot boys! At all! I could have sworn that the higher you get in the school years that the boys would become more sexually appealing, but no way! No no no!! It‘s just wrong. They need to make a class to genetically alter the ugly gene. Might as well. They made psychology classes, why not!? Who needs psychologists!? I don‘t! But they think I do!” I paused to point at a horde of angry nurses.
"Anyways-"
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Oct 18, 2008 21:29:58 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 21:29:58 GMT -5
The tall cloaked man glared down at the girl as he dragged her briskly down the hallway. Well, obviously she was smart. She knew he wouldn’t kill her. Or at least he thought she knew. He was not stupid. He wasn’t about to shoot her. But he needed her for a decoy incase of--
The nurse that just passed right by them. Great. The stupid girl was chattering so much he hadn’t noticed. He whipped around, taking his gun off from her because she knew he wouldn’t shoot her anyway, and fired off a shot at the nurse just as she finished calling for help. She crumpled to the floor, the radio sliding away from her and in front of the pair of escapees. As they hurried past, the man stomped his foot into the radio, causing it to smush into a useless hunk of metal. He then yanked on Mable, pulling them into the elevator and away from the nurses that were just arriving around the corner, jabbing at the close door button. Damn elevators should close the doors faster. He had to shoot one of the nurses, due to them making the mistake of getting too close. What a shame. As they shot down to the first floor, the man fixed his intimidating gaze on her.
“Yes, I suppose you would like that question answered, would you not?” he said, feeling them drop. “You will find out eventually, once we get out of here… But I suppose I can reveal some of my plans for you.” He laughed, his eyes twinkling with a touch of madness. “You are going to create me a serum. I have all the things you will need, of coarse. You are the key to my plan, Mable. You will do unfathomable things… Things that you would never be able to do here.” They reached the first floor, and the doors opened to reveal a security guard standing right outside. In less than a second a bullet imbedded itself in his forehead, and he toppled over like a sack. Lord Loki dragged the girl out of the elevator, and kicked the man to the side as they passed. The sound of ribs cracking followed shortly. He dragged the girl through the lobby and out the door into the night. Sirens wailed in the distance, coming closer. The blond man looked down at the girl, noting the fact that she was only wearing a white smock. That was going to have to be taken care of, and fast. He grabbed the girl around the waist and hauled her over his shoulder, then started running down the sidewalk. He turned down the first alley they came across, then winded his way through a route that would be almost impossible to follow.
Eventually, he stopped at the end of another alley leading back into the main city. People rushed by along down the busy street, even though it was the middle of the night. This city functioned during all times of the day. Lord Loki set Mable down, not bothering to grab her arm again. Instead he pointed the gun at her.
“I am going to get you some clothes,” he told her, staring her down. “You will come with me. Any trouble, and you will regret it… I may not be able to kill you, you are much too important for that, but anything above that I am perfectly capable of. Do not mess with me.” He spat out the last words, seeming to have lost control. He quickly composed himself, however, and turned to the edge of the alley. “There is a shop to the right of us. You will go in there and pick something out. You will stand in front of me. Remember my warning… Or you will suffer most horribly.” He smiled evilly.
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Oct 18, 2008 21:52:45 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 21:52:45 GMT -5
“Why can’t I just be naked then!?” I spat. “You already murdered half of the hospital, what difference would it make!?” I started unlacing the sides of my current papery garment stubbornly, but his gaze and last few comments were a bit frightening. Believe it or not, I can listen and talk at the same time. “I would have thought you would have enjoyed it, but I guess you‘re just into dead bodies,” I sneered, meandering slowly around him. It was a beautiful ‘day’ out to ‘day‘. Tons of clouds in the sky, not a color to be seen. “Glorious.” And there was the occasional slob, pedophile, mugger. “Beautiful city. So full of multiple personalities.” Sort of like my head, but separate and so orderly and a bit more malevolent. I guess I might stick around with this guy a bit longer just to see this place in deeper views. Despite my bad discretion on it, many many hypothesizes were formulating in my mind. The world was an exciting place. Something the dull witted wouldn’t realize. I did imagine it to be a bit bigger in materialistic values, though.
I knocked on the door. Cream-puff gave me a look. I opened the door… and suddenly fell in love. Clothes. “They’re beautiful! Look at all these cloths!” I ran over to a gaudy, poofy sweater that looked like a mixture of pubic hair and cat vomit. “It’s gorgeous!” I shouted. “Absolutely stunning!” I felt along the seams, a thread coming loose, then continuing to unravel apart until the whole sleeve fell off. I soon started coaxing my dark partner in crime. “It’s so perfect! Can I have it!? Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!?…”
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Oct 18, 2008 22:14:46 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 22:14:46 GMT -5
“I am not worried about those idiots in the hospital!” Lord Loki hissed angrily, though once again quickly regained his composure. “The police are far more important.” He followed Mable into the store and over to where she was freaking out over a piece-of-crap sweater. One look at his pissed off face spoke all. Unresponsive, he turned and rummaged through another rack, coming up with a black lacey shirt with poofy sleeves and a short black miniskirt. Not yet satisfied, he added a studded black belt, fishnet panty-hose, and black leather thigh-high boots to the equation. From his overall choice of clothing it became apparent he was into black. The cloaked man grabbed Mable by her arm and dragged her away from the fleabag sweater over to the cashier. He dumped the clothes onto the counter, whipping out his wallet.
“That will be $458.87,” the man behind the counter announced, sounding surprised at the high amount the instant it came out of his mouth. He doubled checked the prices on the screen, shrugged, and waited for the blond man to cough up the money. Instead he got a bullet in the mouth.
Lord Loki re-pocketed his wallet, hid the gun, and scooped up the clothes, grabbing the freckled girl by the arm and dragging her back outside and to the alley they had come from. He shoved her behind a trash can, out of view of the people swarming by, and dumped the new clothes at her feet.
“Change into these,” he demanded, holding the gun so it was pointed at her. “Do not take your time. If you need help, tell me.” He didn’t take his eyes away from her. Obviously he wasn’t into giving people their privacy.
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Oct 18, 2008 22:30:11 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 22:30:11 GMT -5
{{JUST KEEP GETTING SHORTER!!}}
Me, being very disappointed by the fact that I didn’t get what I wanted. Glared angrily at the pile of fancy, black, expensive clothing. And tried out another form of glare when he ‘paid’ for the cloths. I managed to wave goodbye to the beautiful sweater before I was dragged out for good. On top of the current grief I was feeling… I was shoved behind a trash can! Cans are not for changing behind! They… They’re… They have… not quite feelings, but pride, too! Disgraceful. “You’re lucky I’m wearing my good underwear today!” I shouted at him loud enough for the passer-bys to hear. Yes, because he had interrupted my noonly daydream I was at that moment wearing my good underwear, for everyone must wear their good underwear while being in a state of rapture. Feeling good about my last remark… I made sure to take my sweet time examining the clothing. And made sure to have an especially hard time removing my current napkin I was wearing. I am not modest. I made sure to give him a hint of a stiffy. However once the clothing was on, I did feel modest. In a cheap sort of gothic appealing hooker way. “Can you help me with this bra of a shirt you picked out? The top keeps falling off, I think you need to tie it or something like, around the boob-crack, but I don’t have a mirror and my head doesn’t turn that way.” I managed that one out in a loud, but shrill voice.
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Oct 18, 2008 22:52:21 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 18, 2008 22:52:21 GMT -5
The cloaked man managed to ignore her glares all the way out the store. At the underwear remark, however, he ended up glaring back. If looks could kill, Mable would have dropped dead without another word. Unfortunately, or rather, fortunately for her, he did not have such super-human powers. Though if he really wanted a power like that, mark my words, he’d find out a way to get it. Good thing what he was interested in was something much greater. And probably worse than being able to kill people by looking at them. A lot more painful.
“For having been living in a mental institute for the greater part of your life, I am surprised at your… Lack of finesse,” he said, offering the crowd outside the alley a sideways glance. A few of them turned their heads to the noise the shrill-speaking girl was making, though due to the fact that the man was clad in black and the girl was behind a trash can, they were unable to see anything and moved on. Lord Loki snapped his gaze back to Mable, and took a step towards her. Pocketing the gun, he grabbed her shoulder and wrenched it so her back was facing him. He ran sharp nails along her neck, at one point pressing into her skin. Beads of blood welled up from the puncture marks. He leaned over to her, dangerously close, and his tongue snaked out and licked the blood from her skin. Creep. He breathed over her shoulder and into her face, his breath smelling as if something had crawled up and died in his mouth. In other words, it smelled rotten.
“Do not make such bold moves unless you are willing to deal with the consequences, my dear,” he hissed into her ear. His hands then moved down to tie the black thread around her back, keeping the shirt from falling down. It fit perfectly. He ran his fingers down her spine in one last disturbing manner, then backed away and trained his gun on her once more, looking perfectly and eerily calm. Not like a man who had just done some nasty things.
“Now we will make our way over to our destination,” he said. “Do you have anything you need to take care of, first? Are you hungry, perhaps? Hmm?”
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Oct 20, 2008 18:58:07 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Oct 20, 2008 18:58:07 GMT -5
{{Another short one, decided to make it sweet too, though. But failed. I’m just lazy I guess, doesn’t mean you need to get lazy too though!!! Own account }} “Kinky” This man is brilliant. A breath mint and a few drinks and I’d be all over this. That actually give me an idea. I might try seducing him. Or just be a regular pain in the ass. Either way I won’t really need to change any of my actions, just enhance them. “Yes. And that better not leave a mark, Honey Bunz” Another up in my life. Being the walking name generator I am, I have rights to change people’s nicknames spontaneously… instantaneously… And I have every right in the world. “Anyways! Yes. Yes yes yes. I am very hungry. Famished.” I lied. Then I decided to lie some more. “Dear God yes! I am so entirely hungry I could eat my mother’s dead carcass! Then rub you into it’s maggoty leftovers and devour you whole!” I grabbed his hand walking back into the street. Or trying to, you decide. “I am so… so… Hungry…
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Oct 20, 2008 20:18:47 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 20, 2008 20:18:47 GMT -5
"Dear, those marks should be the least of your concern," he said with glee, actually smiling. It would have been nice, if not for the fact that the reason for his smile was so grotesque. And for the fact that his beautiful princely face had contorted into that of an insane psychopath. One look at him and you wouldn’t doubt that he had killed many people. Or at least made the people he had killed wish they had never met him. One of those is true, but I will leave it to you to decide which that may be.
At the rest of Mable’s words, though, he knew her plan. Or what seemed like a plan. He guessed, no, he knew that she was making it up as she went along. That was fine with him. He knew what she was doing, but was fully okay with going along with the game. He liked playing games, more so when people got hurt. Though if this girl got hurt or not did not hold much importance to him. No, what really held importance to him was what she would do for him. And for that reason he would not allow her to die. Though her tendency to give him unfavorable nicknames was making him angry. He could have lashed out at her. But he wouldn’t let that happen either. Yet.
“Is that so?” he asked, still smiling, now playing with the trigger of the gun. He knew she was lying. That only amused him. “I should take you out for dinner, then. I would not want you to starve…” He let himself be pulled out into the street, and let them be swept into the busy crowd. She had managed to save herself from more harm, though she probrably didn’t know it. He knew, and he didn’t care. Things were going in a much more interesting direction. His icy blue eyes picked out names of various restaurants. He didn’t stop at any of them. They just kept walking, and walking.. That is, until he broke off from the crowd suddenly, viciously dragging Mable along with him. He stopped sharply at the entrance to a bar. Yes, it was a bar. Where people came to drink. He pulled her inside, to reveal that though the bar was indeed a bar, it had a lot more to it going on. The place actually looked like a top-of-the-line restaurant. It had the dressy waitresses and everything, and looked as though only those living at the top of the food chain could get a seat in here in the first place.
That was indeed the case. This was a rich person’s bar.
Lord Loki led them over to a table for two secluded in the back corner of the place. Soft music from a band playing drifted around the place, giving it a sort of laid back, posh, and even slightly romantic feel. A waitress came up to give them both menus, and asked if they would like something to drink.
“Bring us a bottle of the finest wine you have here,” he told the waitress in such a seductive tone it was hard to believe that only a half hour or so before he had taken a girl hostage and shot a bunch of people in a hospital. The waitress ran off to oblige, looking as though a cupid had shot her right in the heart with one of those deadly arrows. The princely man turned back to Mable, putting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers together, resting his chin on them. His icy eyes glittered in the dim light, looking slightly sinister.
“What do you think, my dear?” he asked, his voice a soft purr.
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Post by Failure on Oct 21, 2008 14:15:32 GMT -5
Another special thing I could do is talk. Not just talk… But hold on a complete conversation directed towards the other person and not need them to reply. While doing so… Think of something else, perhaps like what the smurf I was doing here. But you must know, it could be quite dangerous sometimes if I don’t watch what comes out of my mouth. Most dangerous. But then again I don’t have anything to hide. Here I was. Fully aware that I was currently talking my head off as we sat down. This was cliché. The eating then the rape. I mean, who wants to have sex after they eat!? Eating is gross, no doubt about it. I only eat the top least dirtiest foods. Bathrooms are places of horrible chi energy despite how many rules of ‘Fungswaaay’ you follow (I used to have a Japanese roommate). I used to be allowed to have roommates. But they proved me to not help but worsen mental conditions. I was in a continuous state of being mentally ahead of everyone, but never going to be considered sane.
“What do you think, my dear?”
Those words brought me out of my steady mental blockade. I sat wondering about the topic from exploding sugar free lollipops to why the French eat most anything. My reply to what I think? “One, sugar lollipops and their ‘eaterees’ shouldn’t exist. Two, it makes them look tough,” That wasn’t quite right was it? He won’t notice, though, I would look like I was being myself. I gave him a strange glance along the lines of ‘what are you talking about!?’ That way I could hypocrite him and make him feel stupid instead. We were in a bar. Nice. Now onto the next step of my spontaneous plan. “Hey, lady. I want the most expensive smurfing thing on the menu,” I started. “Um, miss that’d be the c-” “Did I ask what it was!?-” Gave me an idea. “Sorry ma’am… but.. Actually! Give me four of the most expensive smurfing thing on the menu!” I really felt my face crack a smile on that one. I went back to ‘talking’ to What’s-his face.
“The waitress, thinking that she had a right to say such a thing!”
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Oct 21, 2008 18:57:14 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 21, 2008 18:57:14 GMT -5
He was getting annoyed. She wouldn’t shut up. Everything she said was complete nonsense to the man. Inside, he felt like reaching across the table and snapping her neck. Of coarse, he let no sign of his anger show. He was good with control. On the outside, his face was a pleasant smile, letting her blabber on and on without any interference.
Except for his question. He didn’t expect her answer to make any sense. She didn’t let him down for a moment. He’d read up on her files. He knew quite a lot about this girl—at least what the medical files bothered to say. The usual, really. She was marked off as clinically insane, along with the vast majority of the other people in that area of the hospital. But what they didn’t understand was just how amazing this girl’s mind really was. It was phenomenal. But her imagination was just so impossible, that she appeared to have a warped version of reality. That was bound to happen to her, the way she was treated. Being cooped up in a white room with a white bed and people in white clothes would make any normal person become insane. He couldn’t imagine what it would do to someone who already was.
Wait. He had an example right in front of him. Hm.
So in answer to her questioning look, which was probrably just to annoy him. He didn’t take the bait. Instead he just smiled even wider, showing pearly white teeth. That was kind of odd, considering the state of his breath. Maybe it was a new flavor of tooth paste he used. He continued right on smiling, good ol’ Cheshire Cat, as she went ahead and ordered the four most expensive things on the menu.
“You must have worked up quite the appetite,” he said, staring right at her in a disturbing manner. “A very expensive one, may I add…” He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms neatly across his chest. He let out a sigh, looking bored. “Whatever it is you think you are accomplishing by eating up my money, I am sorry to say it is a wasted effort. I have more money than this city has humans populating it.” At that moment the waitress came back with the bottle of wine, setting down two glasses and filling them both. She winked at Lord Loki before hurrying away to get back to whatever other duties she had. Lord Loki took his glass in between two fingers, bringing the glass to his lips. The wine inside was a dark red color. The man didn’t bother looking to see what kind it was. It appeared that he didn’t actually care. He drank a sip, then held out his glass to Mable.
“Cheers!” he exclaimed in a jovial voice.
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Oct 22, 2008 15:14:06 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Oct 22, 2008 15:14:06 GMT -5
(Mable’s not a drinker. Lol Cheers? What's a cheers? He must be drunk! darrr)
“Cheers?” I wondered. “You must be one heck of a lightweight.” How can this man already be drunk!?
This man was stubbornly too sure of himself. I thought I would dig through it. “Anyways, how did you come across all of this money, my dark partner. And I expect to hear the truth in great detail, that is… if you really want me to do what you want with all my wisdom and expertise,” I picked up the bottle of wine and took a swig of it, ignoring my glass, and swished it back onto the table violently. In response the bottle freed half of it‘s contents onto my dark partner in crime‘s face. And… probably onto his cloths. Of course I’d ignore that… “Oh, and also, boxers or briefs? Or if you wear bloomers, that’s okay, too, I had a boyfriend once who did…“ I felt my face cringe up at the memory “Anyways, all completely asked in a professional state of mind,” I need to conjure up some more uncomfortable questions for this man. And I knew just the place to find some. I turned to my side where my omnipresent trash bag was. Don’t ask questions.
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Oct 22, 2008 19:39:46 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Oct 22, 2008 19:39:46 GMT -5
For a moment Lord Loki looked confused at her remark—how did she not know what ‘cheers’ meant? Of coarse, it was no matter. What happened next was much more important. He had no time to move, or any way of dodging the huge splash of red wine heading right for him. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as the man’s eyes widened in surprise. Then they closed, and not a moment too soon. The strong liquid splashed all over his face and his leather trench coat. Good thing all his clothing was made of leather. The liquid hardly soaked in, instead running down the coat and dripping harmlessly onto the floor. It was his face that was more of a mess. That, and his hair. The strong wine had stained the parts it had hit a red color.
The man sat in his chair for a few moments that seemed to drag out forever, frozen, as if trying to comprehend what had just happened. His eyes were open in narrow slits, gazing out at Mable, his mouth turned down slightly at the ends. Truth be told, he was restraining himself from killing the girl. It took him several more moments like this before he was finally able to gain complete control. He relaxed in his seat for a moment, his eyes burning with a sick intensity. Finally he broke the silence.
“If you want to learn anything…” he said calmly, standing up. “Then you will have to wait a moment.” He started to turn to walk to the restroom, before turning back sharply and giving the girl a chilling glare. “Do not make the mistake of growing overconfident,” he hissed in a low voice so only she could really hear. “If you do, you will regret it. You have no power over your fate.” With that he turned and departed for the restroom, walking with a perfectly straight-backed and stiff posture.
He entered the restroom to find it was empty. That was all very well, it only meant a few less dead bodies on the floor in case he got annoyed. The man walked up to the sink, where he gazed into the mirror. His clothes had suffered hardly any damage. The wine had simply trickled down the leather and onto the floor. It was his face that had any damage to it at all. His hair was stained with the wine, his face sticky with the liquid. With a deadly look on his face, he turned the sink on and started washing it off. His hair took the longest to clean. He was forced to put his whole head under the faucet, letting the water run over it, watching as the red liquid washed down the drain. After a few minutes, the water finally became clear. He turned it off, then looked at his reflection. He looked as he did before he got attacked by the wine, except for the noticeable fact that his straight blond hair was soaking wet. If anything, it made him look more intimidating. The man glared at the mirror, deciding to wait a little bit longer before returning. He had no worries about the girl trying to escape. Where would she go? Back to that mental institute? And not to mention, he was certain her curiosity would keep her with him.
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