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Post by Little Lion on Aug 13, 2008 13:31:53 GMT -7
The hanging light swung back and forth, squeeking as it's medal rings rubbed against each other. It's triangle form cast an odd cone beam down to the table below it slowly sliding off to glint down the blue sheene black hair of one man before swinging back to the empty chair across from him and yet leaving the corners of the room unlit. The lamp made a final squeak, lapsing back into it's lifeless hang, casting not only it's light but a heavy silence over the room. A quiet exhale broke the silence, and smoke spiraled up towards the lamp. "Fine." Two maroon eyes gave a roll as the man took the cigarette from his mouth. Two heavy thuds came, his feet falling from the table to the floor. "Maybe you should stop threatening them." He murmured giving his right lip a little curl like a girl mocking someone. The man was talking to no one as he stalked his way to his desk, pulling a gun from the drawer. "Maybe..." he stuffed his cigerette back into his mouth with some aggitated force. "You should stop beating them." The cigarette bobbed in his aggitated mumbles. "Maybe..." He jammed a new round into the gun. "You should have an accident." He whispered the part, his eyes fixed on the gun infront of his face which developed a sinister smile. "Just maybe, but you know, I know help doesn't come easy." He tucked it under his jacket and into the holster on his left hip. In a fluid movement he was out from behind his desk, had picked up a hat from the coat stand in one of the darkened corners, jammed it on his head tilted towards the eyes and was out of his office. He descended down a small flight of stairs with purposely noisy, horse gated steps and a whistle ripped from his think pink lips. "Let's go boys, we've got some clean up tonight." The vicious smirk slipped across his lips again and he turned his back to the group of men behind him, already snaking his way towards the door.
This was a night that was turning routine for him. Play the cards right, hit the streets, settle a few scores, make a few 'scores' and collapse back into your miserable pit. Yet mafias were hit with all kinds of surprises and Zaive Wolff was a man who knew that way to well. His night on the town may not be so average. After all, downtown was having one hell of a parade.
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Post by fallen got logged out on Aug 14, 2008 14:16:24 GMT -7
A haze of crimson glinted outside the building, coolly striding with wondering curiosity. The queen of this whole world with every single island/city/domain/cemetery/school had been wondering in this Golden Haven for one reason... to explore her new Haven. Even though she had placed several of her companions to rule over certain parts of her world, she was still an overall ruler. This time, the red-haired goddess just walked around without trying to attract any attention. Disguised as any other girl in this city, there was still something of her aura and complexion that brought eyes towards her. With flawless, pale skin glowing and kissed by moonlight, who wouldn't take a second glance? Wearing one of her many short skirts, tableted to the sides and pinched with safety pins here and there, some black and white vans that went with the two shirts she was wearing. A long, black one to cover at least a bit of her stomach and a shorter, white tank top with black skulls decorating randomly around. Her arms were covered by a black and white arm warmer and she had many long necklaces dangling down from her neck. For her, the outfit was just quite simple from how perfect it had fit her style, but for others, maybe, it was just more attraction to feed their crave for eye-candy.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 16, 2008 18:52:21 GMT -7
Zaive's figure emptied out of the doorway a few steps away from it's overhang and onto the sidewalk. In a leizurely pause, his right hand moved to his mouth and his fingers slid up to a gentle grasp on the cigarette which instantly lit up shadows on his face where natural light couldn't extend beyond his hat. With lungs full of smoke, he brought the cigarette away and in an exhale survellianced his scenery. His head turned left then right and paused on it's sweep back to the lef. The flash of crimson hair stood out clearly in the dull streets, accented by a white tank. Zaive narrowed his eyes in half minded thought and idly flicked the ashes off the cigarette. As the girl neared him with a distance of only a few effortless strides, he finally dropped the bad habit infront of him and stepped on it. The timed action put himself further onto the sidewalk infront of her, purposely giving her little choice but a narrow dodge of avoidance or if by unfortunate chance she were in her own world, she'd run into his solid, shady figure.
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 16, 2008 21:45:22 GMT -7
So far, so good... The red-haired goddess told herself a little distractedly. She had idly twirled a strand of crimson hair in between two slender fingers, mindlessly walking down the streets, thanking the night's darkest hour so she wouldn't be so exalting in public. Unfortunately, her mild distraction caught her off guard from this new figure, but the corner of her eye, she could see a glimpse of pitch, shielding black which made her quick reflexes come to a total halt in front of Zaive, her hair gliding and stepping ahead of her, brushing his coat and her figure just an inch away from even brushing his body. A small gasp escaped her tainted lips, her eyes widening and gazing upon the much taller man standing like some lamp post in the middle of the streets. "Oh.." the note came out rather quickly behind her gasp, but the softer, musical note denoted the difference between both sounds. "I-I'm sorry," she stuttered gently, sing-song tone surfacing up in her nervous presentation.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 17, 2008 14:41:33 GMT -7
Zaive fixed his maroon eyes on the day dreaming girl, one eye giving a twitch of mild dissapointment despite the display of impressive reflexes. His flat expression broke upon the sound of her gasp like it were a cue he forgot about. "That's alright." He's voice came out in the smooth, quiet tones that instantly raised hairs on the neck of it's victums if not a heavy defense. "You shouldn't be." His voice picked up from the beforehand whisper to something more conversational. He brought his left foot from around the side bringing himself to position to face her whilest also putting a more breathable yet still slim distance between them. "I'm not." An effortless playboy's smirk crossed the right side of his mouth trying to contain some sort of laugh pressing to escape. The smooth actions would have played off cute and perhaps charming on some other man but for him it came off as the door to a wild ride with a sinister ending. Perhaps an effect of the shade of the hat, the marroon eyes or the black hair or even the all to familiar traits.
[>_> *coughcouhtylercough*]
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 17, 2008 16:47:37 GMT -7
Even if the chilling words of this new individual came out a little more intimidating than expected, there was something in the chosen words that gave the queen a certain warmth that didn't make her feel so awkwardly embarrassed. A more relief huff came out of the red-haired girl's lips, her shoulder relaxing back to a comfortable stance but the rest of her body kept the same tension in defense it had when her reflexes stopped her. A click in advantage for being a vampire. His more conversational sentence gave her the small comfort to stand back straight and lower her hands just a little, but her shoulders quickly spun up again in tension, his last spoken words along with the gesturing he chose to convey gave her a revolving chill down her spine and in her stomach. Her slender arms slowly cradled around her figure, her eyes lamping down as an innocent tinge swept upon her snowy-white cheeks. "You're not?" She asked a little perplexed.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 17, 2008 18:45:27 GMT -7
Zaive watched carefully the gentle relaxations and tensions in her movements. He could tell he was perplexing her, he didn't have the easiest of expressions. Even knowing this he didn't try to make it any easier, life was his benifit. "No." He replied softly, watching her arms cradle her well curved figure. He gave a small fidget, rolling his heel across the pavement to create a small crunch. The maroon eyes re-fixed themselves on her. "How can I be sorry for running into someone like you?" His smile flourished into something relatively normal instead of it's intimadating ill smirk. His words were strung out to lure out some trust. "And who has time to be sorry?" He gave a mild shrug as she spoke.
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 17, 2008 19:48:06 GMT -7
Instead of blushing out of perplexion, the tinges tainted on Lilly's cheeks started to hue and assimilate with the color of her hair, a finger slowly caressing around the side of her face, fidgeting with her hair as her icy blues picked back up to stare at the stranger managing to change her colors with simple wordings. Even dressed like any normal girl, they almost treat me the same... Lilly thought to herself. Even though she didn't mean nothing bad with her thought, there was a lingering thought that coerced with the rest of her disguise. A small smile crept over her tainted lips, curving them into an accentuating look of certain untamed innocence. "And what certain someone do I qualify... sir?" This time, her voice had gathered enough strain to make her prior statement sound a little more confident than her nervously impression.
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Post by Little Lion on Aug 27, 2008 19:34:25 GMT -7
Seeing the shades of her cheeks change color accompanied by gentle shifts, the man thought perhaps he was getting somewhere worth while with the girl. He gave a relaxed lean in his posture, slipping one hand halfway into his pocket, catching his thumb on the outside. The same sort of malice contorted smile slipped across his face in the fleeting quickness of a huffed laugh. "The sort of pretty bodied someone worth conversation." He gave his head a small shake as dark, stray bangs slid towards his eyes. He paused, the maroon eyes dissapearing for only a second before fixing on her again. "Obviously." He said, in a quiet, blunt tone. He stole a glance to his left, across the street and then his right and back at her.
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Post by Asphyxia on Aug 30, 2008 13:47:13 GMT -7
Blinking a little perplexed, Lilly could feel herself flush just a little more, her hands fidgeting towards directions around her dimensions. She couldn't tell if it was a compliment or just if it was flirt with her. Something she did know was that she couldn't possible end up walking into his demeanor. She subtly fixed herself in the position, trying to act as if nothing was troubling her, and gave a tinged smile. "Well, you have a way with words for an intimidating stranger," Lilly slowly stated, her voice still the fluttery sing-song tone of always. Slender fingers traced up her chest and shoulders, taking a more upper lock of crimson in between her fingers and twirled it around careful of not sending the wrong message.
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Post by Little Lion on Sept 6, 2008 15:01:44 GMT -7
(>_> I totally forgot, but he's wearing a hat! xD hahahha)
A little smile spread on Zaive's lips with the barely auidable accompaniment of a huffed laugh. His fingers came out of his pockets to the brim of his hat giving it a shift that did nothing at all. "Intimidating stranger?" He echoed. "There's a new label. I'm not all that bad, really." Liar "Where are you headed? Maybe we're going to the same place." It was nearly an offer to walk with her as if he'd suddenly realized they were still standing by the street like morons. Yet nothing Zaive did was coincidental. And any benefits were for himself.
(:3 welcome to crap replies! =DDDDD)
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