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Post by Hyren on Apr 13, 2006 3:23:15 GMT 12
Haeris came here frequently, just to think, and practice. He often felt clumsy in battle, though his movements were fluent enough,they didn't do what he wanted. He stood there, just standing, as if he were just walking down the streat. His hand blurred slightly as it came up to his other, and they gripped the two hidden blades, drawing them out, blocking a possible strike. then gliding across the wrist, to let them bleed out. He threw out an elbow in to thier neck, although they weren't there. He then turned to the next, hi blades gliding lightly across the neck, leaving them to choke, and then kicking them in the solar plexus, elminating them as a threat. He then looked about, to see where the next would come from. One dropped from a ledge, and he rushed over, tripping them and then wrapping his blades around them as if they were comforting arms. Drawing the life essence from them. He knealed as they fell, leting the blades bite in to them more. When he rose, he wipped his blade lightly, and looked about to see the death he had caused in his mind. Although the entire procedure had taken all of a half a minute, he felt he was still to slow. He resheathed those blades, drawing out his shoulder blades, to inspect them, this was his meditation. His comfort. His thought. He sat on one of the rocks, inspecting everything, that went wrong during that. He had nicked his own wrist on the back, while drawing the blade, and then, his form was sloppy, he had been taught better. He shrugged off the trench coat slightly, to expose his shoulder, where he brought a blade down, bitting into his scarred shoulders. This is where his cuts live. He did this, as a way to teach him self to get better. He winced as the blade bit him, then pulled the trech coat over it, and whiped, and re-sheathed the blade. This was his comfort. His meditation. His thoughts.
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Sketch
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Just a crooked soul tryin' to stay up straight...dried eyes in the pouring rain...
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Post by Sketch on Apr 13, 2006 3:48:48 GMT 12
Quick flashes of silver caught his attention, from where he stood. The other mans blades, they flickered gently, yet menacingly in the fading sunlight. He was practicing. Good. We need agile fighters... Sketch thought harshly, almost critisizing the other ranks. He shouldn't. They were some of the best god damned killers in all of New Pork. He shrugged his inward statement off, and continued on his leisurely stroll. He walked with the stature of a man of rank, which indeed he was. Being the age of 18, he was the oldest here, and quite proud of it. His life had been nothing but blood and screams, though he regretted nothing of it.
He snorted as he looked to the omega...what had he called himself? Haeris? Yah...that was it. Boredly, Sketch walked over to him with his same, aphoticlly cruel smile plastered to his pale features. Cold, grey-ish blue eyes were like slates of metal, showing no emotion except for a quick temper and the blood lust to kill. He lit up a cigarette, and took a long drag. He waited a few moments before blowing the smoke into the air, watching it float away to settle with the ashes of the deceased.
"So kiddo, gotten any better by your standards?"
He sneered, stuffing his right hand in his pocket and fondling the switchblade he kept there. Though, no one could tell it was there, or where any of his weapons were, for he never kept them in one place more than twice. Piercing eyes cut into the storm-bruised clouds, which were hue'd a dreary, yet attractive, gray. Menacing, omnius...his kinda stuff. Maybe he would scribble a lil' picture down of it. Or not. Maybe he would think up another victim...and doodle down the results. Yes...he would do that.
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Post by Hyren on Apr 13, 2006 3:57:39 GMT 12
He looked up, quikcly hiding his cut. "No." His face cold, and eyes harsh. "I don't think I will, unless I'm in acctual combat. What are thier area's like?" He asked, wondering if he could train based off the enemies land scape. That might help him be more prepared, though, probabaly not enough. He watched him taking a few drags off his ciggarette. "Can I get a puff, or, Should I just get my own from you?" he asked with a slight smirk. He hadn't had a smoke for about 3 months this time. He stood with a hand out. "I'm not certian we've met. I'm Haeris, of course, new." He kept his head slighly lowered, that way, he appeared submissive.
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Apr 13, 2006 4:06:10 GMT 12
The corner of his mouth twitched up slightly in a smirk. This guy, Haeris new his place...for the most part. Though he would not blame the guy for hating him. Most people did, and he liked it that way. He took another drag from his cig, before pinching the lit end of it till it went out. He sighed, blowing out the excess smoke.
"I don't recycle, kiddo. I'll give you your own, only cuz I got a whole pack today."
He pulled out a cigarette from one of the many coat pockets, and handed it to Haeris. He flicked out a lighter, lighting the guy's cig for him. He had expected rebellion from a lesser rank, and hoped for torture...but Ocelot wouldn't have let him do anything. She could be wet blanket at times, but still a respectable master she was.
"I'm Dallas Seraldo. Call me Sketch."
He grunted, shaking the mans hand with a tight, firm grip. He released almost an instant later, and wiped his hand on his jacket. Cigarette ashes had remained on from when he had extinguished his cigarette.
"In case you didn't know, I'm the Beta here..."
He stated blandly, though he was obviously proud of his position. He was not one to gloat...much.
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Post by Hyren on Apr 13, 2006 4:14:56 GMT 12
"Fair enough. Thank you." He took pull from the cig. His first in awhile. He savored the flavor of it in his mouth. "Haven't had one of these in a while. What do you carry with you?" He asked inqiring about his weapons. He enjoyed a good knife, and liked to see other people's weapons. Some hair fell in his eyes. .:Reminder, Cut hair today, it's no good if it get's in my way.:. "Haeris. That's all I'm known as." He stepped back, and while puffing on a cig, he drew his blade and went back to his Kata (in case people don't know, it's an ordered series of attacks and blocks, that are used in most formal trianing). This time though, the knives weren't drawn until the third attack. First he stepped in for a simle a punch into them, then spun around throwing a kick to the head, while drawing blades, and cutting across thier captured wrist. He stopped. "Damn. I hate screwing up." He smiled back over to Sketch. He then shrugged down his other shoulder, and brought the blade down on it. Smirking he said, "Punishment."
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Sketch
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Just a crooked soul tryin' to stay up straight...dried eyes in the pouring rain...
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Post by Sketch on Apr 13, 2006 4:21:45 GMT 12
"What I carry is nothing of your interest, Haeris."
Sketch replied, his voice a low hiss. He watched the maneuvers...this guy was well trained. Had he taught himself? Maybe. One thing was for sure, Sketch had taught himself all he knew about street fighting. Killing and art were his specialties, his hands his most lethal weapons.
He watched as the man cut himself, smiling cruelly as the blood dripped down his shoulder, running smoothly across the knife. He savoured the moment for what it was worth, before Haeris wiped his blade. With a dull snort, he turned his gaze to the resturaunt, the pits, and towards the direction of the old fountain.
"As long as you don't use those to stab your tribe in the back, I have to say your a damn good knife-fighter."
A compliment from Sketch was rare...savour it bucko...savour it.
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Post by Hyren on Apr 13, 2006 4:32:00 GMT 12
"Hm. I wouldn't dare. I need alies. Thank you though." He smiled, and took another puff. "Do you know thier terrain? Or, Would I need to pay a personal visit?" He smiled cruely. He looked over his favored blade, it's tip nicked. He began to place his weapons down before him, to inspect them. First his 8 in. blade, that hung at his hip. He then pulled both wrist blades, which were about 6 in. when he go them, and were now closer to 5 from the sharpening and use. Then his shoulder, and boot blades, which were 4 in. blades. This was his armory. He then took off his trench coat, and dropped the gun beside them, letting it fall softly as the flood of memories came back. It was his fathers, and he had killed the three of them. Now this is all he had left. A smirk crossed over his lips. "What do you think of this?" He said holding the gun butt out to Sketch.
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Mina Crow
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Post by Mina Crow on Apr 13, 2006 4:33:24 GMT 12
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Post by Hyren on Apr 13, 2006 11:05:10 GMT 12
[Sorry. That would be my doing. I convinced/coerced her into playing Sketch for me. I take full responsability. ^^ I'm such a wannabe soldier.]
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 13, 2006 12:03:18 GMT 12
A silhoutte (SP?) fell across the floor suddenly. The shadow was slim and curvy and very feline like aswell. Ocelot stepped out from the shadows absently taking the black silk ribbon that kept up her hair so that her locks fell gracefully down her back. Her figure more easily identified as both flexible and sleek yet also as strudy as a tank. Not a sign of fat on her, just muscle, her torso -seen from her green patterened belly shirt- rippled with her well toned muscles. Her brilliant emerald green eyes glinted as she purred in her silken tones,
"...Sketch"
She inclined her head slightly in greeting and then turned to face the new boy eyes flickering and her smirk twitching slightly in ammusement,
"...Tenderfoot."
She snickered and a meow behind her indicated Ocelia felt the same way. This kid thought he knew harsh life... Ha! Try living on the street as a young child and see how tough you need to be. Yeah lets try 11 years on the street eh?!" She brushed a lock of curly firey hair out of her porcealin skinned heart shaped face gently as she felt Ocelia brush against her leg softly as if saying she was still there.
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Post by Hyren on Apr 13, 2006 12:17:45 GMT 12
"Aye. You would be the alpha, so to speak." He smiled slighly. This was more like his kinda game. Not all solid, and unmoving, but flexible, and quick, both in mind and action. He looked over to her, setting the gun down infront of him. He pulled his trech coat back on, covering up his scars, and fresh cuts. He picked up the knives one at a time, resheating them in thier rightful places. his brown eyes always seeking. "So, could you tell me what I want to know?" he asked once he had put all of his knives in it's proper local. He took one of his boot knives before he put it up, and cut through his hair, as easily as if it were butter, as it should.
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Apr 13, 2006 14:59:32 GMT 12
{ooc: sure thing, Mina^^' And Hyren your not all to blame =P}
Sketch looked to Kathryn in silence for a moment. That same wild look had returned to his eyes, the previous conversation not forgotten. She had freaked out on him, and in return he had merely told her what he thought. And she said nothing. Pathetic freak of a master she was. He spit on the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Lazily, he leaned against the wall made of wood, both hands shoved deep in his pockets. They could be seen moving...but what was he touching? Why, his trusty switch-blade o' course! At long last, the word
"...Ocelot"
seethed through his teeth, as he inclined his head in greeting. Sketch looked to the feline down below. He had always liked cats...in a certain way. Though, he more liked the big felines, the ones who killed easily and without thought. Besides a snort or shift in position, Sketch was damn-near deathly silence. He waited for Kathryn to reply, his mind still sharp and ready for when he would kill...but whom?
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 13, 2006 15:42:22 GMT 12
Her eyebrows formed a slanting V of her normal dissaproving, bored scowl. She didn't meet Sketchs eye and she spoke with a commanding air of dominance,
" By the way Speck just because the human race sucks dosen't mean we have to remember to hate it. We as humans learn from three things. Love,happiness and pain. I've learned from all of those and all three have made me the person I am today. Yeah I hate alot of bastards in this world. But I also loved many people. As foolish as it was, and I was once happy and now in the present I'm only happy when causing pain. Which brings me to the last thing we learn from. Pain. I have learned from my good teacher 'Pain', and tutored by hate and cruelty. I learned well and passed with flying colors. And thats why I'm here leading the tribe that sets wild fires in the press offices and waves proudly on the headlines."
She turned her head locking her eyes on his as she spoke clearly,
"TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5 Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, 10 And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. 15 I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. "
She felt her scowl melt and her 'mused smirk replaced it as she picked up Ocelia and put the Mau on her shoulders so she wouldn't run off to the pits again to eat all those rats. Kat liked it when the prisoners had to live with the rodents in the pits. She then noticed both mens ciggarettes and was drawn to the embers and she heard screams inside her head and then she saw nothing but flames dancing before her eyes wildly. She closed her eyes to make it stop and once more opened them calmly and tried not to recognize whose scream and bellow was whose.
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Apr 13, 2006 15:56:52 GMT 12
{He isn't smoking =D}
Sketch looked at Kathryn's eyes intently, trying to distinguish the pain from the fury. Impossible task, that was.
"I understand where you come from. Family departing is something I've had to deal with, though, for you it was a greater loss. But look where it led you. You obviously took the right path, as where I, took a wrong turn on Main Street about 5 years ago. Y'see m'dear Kathryn, you have a basic understanding of life, whereas I, have twisted its meaning to look like the gruesome truth. Even though I know this, I cannot convince myself that the human race is better than it looks, sounds and acts. To me, it shall always suck. Convincing me would be like tellin' your pussycat over there to set her own tail on fire, then run into a gas station. Impossible to do, and acheive."
Oh yet another speech explaining parts of himself to Kathryn. He should really stop doing that. Though, Kathryn nor any other living being could ever understand Sketch fully. They could never understand the way his gears turn in his head, the way he moves, acts, thinks and most of all the way he kills. A desperate struggle to keep that smile off his face waged fiercly. The battle was lost. That smile. That aphotic smile which had stricken fear into the eyes of his victims as he strangled them in silence. That same smile he used when leaving his signature for all the passer-by to see. To let them know that the Blood Artist had returned!
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 13, 2006 16:23:19 GMT 12
Kat said nothing but stroked Ocelia affectionatly and cooed softly in her head,
Thats where he is right and wrong at the same time... The humans shunned us. Only you my pet stayed true to me all these years. Even now I can't trust anyone, your the only one who won't tell a soul about my secrets will you love?
Ocelia blinked and stared back at her with blank filled hazel eyes as she stared into her masters life-filled green eyes. Ocelot looked at the newcomer and made an effort to force out the most sickly sweet poisoned smile she could muster as she said,
"So tenderfoot... what is your outlook on this world, beyong the walls of New Pork and beyond the oceans what does it all come down to too you?"
She turned away briefly as she let Ocelia down who was having a fuss and said with her back turned to the new member,
"And stub out the cancer on a stick while In my prescance. I have no desire for my tribe to br roasted to a crisp nor for us to die of coughing up tar. You haven't learned my rules so I'll let you off easy this time. Smoke freely when I'm not around if it so pleases you or break the habit. Because I am everywhere at all times."
She turned back to him the sick smile still there a ammusemed look in her eyes as she snickered darkly,
"Think of it as a free trial for quitting smoking. No patches or gum just plain straight torture to the soul. Your nicotine supply will not be fed into you, it will be replaced by healthy normal andreniline while in battle."
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Post by Hyren on Apr 14, 2006 1:47:49 GMT 12
He looked at the so called cancer stick, with a look of regret. "I can do that." He ground it into a rock, not wanting to burn his fingers. "My out look? You think I care. I only care about three other people right now, and thier all dead. So as far as I'm concerned, the rest of the world go to hell. Then agian, I guess it has already, hasn't it?" He snickered slightly at the last remark. He looked at her, wondering what kinda fighter she was. Was she one? Did she have others around to protect her, or did she just like having a group? He had the distinct impression it was the latter of the two. "Oh, and for your plan on making me quit, that was my first in about 3 months, so you don't need to worry about me." he looked at his half burnt cigarette. .:Don't talk back, that'll get you in trouble just like it always has:. He looked at her, his brown eyes, seemingly welcoming, as always, with a cold stare. "So, how did you come to postition of leader?"
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 14, 2006 8:51:42 GMT 12
Kathryn raised a slim eyebrow as she asked in a questioning tone,
"Has it? Or maybe we've gone to hell and dragg New Pork with us all."
Kat nodded as she heard of his lack of the ciggarettes. It wasn't an easy thing to be addicted to in New pork. Espically in the Wildcats tribe. She felt images flash through her eyes, all the ambushes and planned attacks execute don the other tribes as she the head huntress led the other hunters into victory alongside Chloe. And then... the day Lynx had crossed the line Kat had set up as her personal rules... and then Lynx had dissapeared. She said she didn't know what happened. But who knew with Kathryn, sarcasm was always found in her voice. She calmly looked at him and said cooly,
"I'm afraid the details are classified. Lets just say I got my posistion of power by inheritance. I was the second in command as the head hunter seeing as we had no beta. And the other wildcats agreed if one was to keep us on top it would be me that would make sure of this."
Ocelot's green eyes flickered as she kept a mental note to watch out for this nosy kid. He could just rat her out if he felt like it. But then again what was he a omega or a commoner? Besides even if the whole tribe turned on her she could kill 'em all easy. Just like thos eother bastards Ocelita. Scotland yard was easy, those gangs were easy. This will just be intermediate. After-all, I have taught them all I know.
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Post by Hyren on Apr 14, 2006 14:08:21 GMT 12
He laughed, liking her sense of humor. "Maybe. Maybe we av drug it down wiht us." He smirked at her. "Inhereitence? Hm. Was this a planned inheritance, or, accidental?" he looked at her with a smirk, and a touch of coldness in his eyes. His hand flitting on the blades, not able to stand a back stabber. He quikcly pulled one, throwing it to the winds, and grabbing the blade, by it's flat. "What do you think of this blade?" He asked, while the blade bit him slightly, just enough to draw blood, in a thin line across his palm.
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 14, 2006 14:39:31 GMT 12
Kat looked at the blade and cleanly snatched it from his own hands and holding it up so it caught the faint glimmer of the suns rays turned it around and with a grunt of approval she tossed it back to him and muttered,
" A nice blade, it's sharp enough to cut through most things I daresay. But it lacks well, how do I say this in a way you could understand? Here I know, It lacks personality per say. The blade has drawn blood but the passion just isint in it. It bores me quiet frankly Tenderfoot."
She said blandly until at the end where she said rather teasingly the name she had here-by dubbed him until she got bored with it. She took the two daggers that were always at her hip on a loop, one silver the other gold. She sometimes carried her bows and arrows, -which the tribe thought rather primitve but she thougght them to be quiet affective and sleek- but today had left them in her quarters. She cradled the silver dagger and said in a soft caress of a voice - Which was as scary as her sickly sweet smiles - ,
"This was made by a spanish silver smith from El Salvador. And this-"
She cradled the gold dagger aswell as she said,
" And this one was crafted from a fine quality of gold from an African mine. "
She put them on the loop again as she said,
"Both have been my main tools and have given me the title back home as serial killer "Feline Feral"."
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Post by Hyren on Apr 15, 2006 4:08:27 GMT 12
"Hm. Never heard of you. Then again, never cept up with the news much." He shrugged non-comitally. "I was a runaway, who just got caught up in the right crowd, for the wrong job." He smirked. Taking his blade back, quickly wiping his blood from it, he re-sheathed it. "Your right. It's killed to survive, to live. But, only once for fun." It was not in his code, unless they have what he wants. He removed his coat long enough to replace the gun on his back. First checking to be sure it was empty, though he knew it would be. Exposing his cuts on his shoulders. "It's stupid to slit wrists, to much risk." He said not looking back at them, as he pulled the coat back on.
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