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Semi-Ch00b
THE Rad Red Ranger
i swear all of this is r e a l but i can't seem to f e e l
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Post by l u c i d ` on Mar 27, 2008 19:51:18 GMT -5
Alexis choked back a sharp cry of surprise as an arm snaked it's way around her waist. The candle dropped at the sudden contact and it sputtered out before it even hit the floor. The two, now, were left in darkness and a ripple of fear shuddered up Alexis's spine at the sound of Edward's voice. She listened to his threats, feeling her stomach squirm as his hot breath tickled her ear and she tried to push herself away from him but found herself locked in his grip.
Mr. Hollow.. Sweeney Todd? Why didn't that come as a surprise to her? She stared quietly at the side door, willing Simon to come in as she drew in a shaky breath. Her thin fingers wrapped themselves firmly around Edward's wrist and she tugged on it, trying to free herself from him. After a moment of consideration, she elbowed him with a hard, sharp blow into his chest.
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Post by NightmareLullaby on Mar 27, 2008 20:03:30 GMT -5
"Stop trying to get away..." Edward hissed He was way in over his head. He opened his eyes wider, trying to see into the darkness. He wasn't sure if Simon was here or not. "Do I have to drag you or will you walk?" He asked, his knee pushing into her thigh, trying to knock her down He was trying to lead her to the door, best to get her out of the shop where Simon could come and get him without a single person noticing. Edward gasped as he felt her elbow snap back and into his chest. He felt the air whoos' out of his chest. "You little wench..." he breathed, his voice hoarse Edward opened his mouth as wide as it would go and, with as much strength as he had at the moment, bit down on her neck. He felt the 'pop' as her skin broke and the warm salty liquid filled his mouth. His hand reflexivly tightened around her waist and mouth, waiting for the ear piercing scream.
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Mar 27, 2008 20:27:25 GMT -5
After some time of people-watching from the window, Simon heard the bell downstairs. The shop was supposed to be closed. He frowned. Turning, he strode to the door, pausing then. His hand slid into his pocket to pull out one of the razors, and he stared at it, thinking. He decided not to open it yet; he could keep it more subtle closed, in case this turned out to be nothing. He opened the door, careful not to let it creak, and glided down the stairs more silent than a ghost.
Entering through the side door with equal stealth, he immidiately found it strange that it was dark, but was able to see just fine as he had already been in darkness. His black-brown eyes at first wide, they narrowed and turned a solid black, filling with that murderous, burning hatred. It was one thing to hold her for what appeared to be either rape or kidnap, but to spill her blood... He stared at the red fluid as it seeped from her shoulder. Somehow this seemed like one of the most offensive crimes imagineable to him. Seeing no weapon on Edward, he lunged with phantom-like speed, plunging his opened blade into the man's side; a non-lethal blow, but one damaging enough to make him release Alexis. He then grabbed Quinn by his throat, turning to shove him into the wall, pinning him there. The unrestrained hatred of Simon's black eyes seemed more choking than his grip.
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Post by NightmareLullaby on Mar 30, 2008 18:56:35 GMT -5
((I was listening to Stone Sour, Bother, and I almost started to cry while I was writing this. T-T))
Edward gasped at the sharp pain in his side. He hadn't even heard Simon enter the room. He was a lot better than he thought. Edward caught his breathe as he was shoved up against the wall, being held there. His breathe was barely coming in short gasps. He felt his head begin to swim, he wasn't able to breathe anymore. "Ngh..." Edward choked out His hands raised to try and pry Simons stone grasp from his neck. He knew it was a weak attempt, but he put his right hand to Simon's face and pushed, trying to shove him away. Blackness was surrounding the outer edges of his eyesight. He knew he was going to die. If not from suffocation, Simon would probably slit his throat. He knew that this was the end and there was one thing he could fix. Well, he hoped he could at least slightly mend. His eyes shifted over to Alexis, he couldn't really tell if she was scared or angry. The blackness grew and covered his entire sight. "I'm sorry...." he mouthed, everything slipping away
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l u c i d `
Semi-Ch00b
THE Rad Red Ranger
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Post by l u c i d ` on Mar 30, 2008 19:09:31 GMT -5
((D: ....I am sad.))
It all seemed to happen in one large blur. Edward's grip around her had slackened and she turned around, hand going to her neck and feeling the sticky liquid that stained her pale fingertips. She brought them back down to inspect them and she could see her fingertips glinting in the moonlight. Again, she pressed her hand to her neck, wincing lightly as the bite mark stung at the sudden pressure applied to it.
She shifted her gaze slowly back onto the two men, unsure what to do or if she could even do anything. She didn't much fancy Edward any more considering he had hurt her and tried to blackmail her when she had done nothing to deserve it. But she couldn't really watch him die, either. Her brows furrowed as he apologized and she swallowed, letting out a slow, even breath.
"Stop.." she whispered, voice hoarse before she tried again. "Simon! Stop!" her voice seemed more high pitched and shrill than she had remembered it being..
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Mar 30, 2008 20:07:43 GMT -5
( I don't mean to kill him, necessarily. )
Simon's cold hands gripped Quinn's throat tighter as the man pathetically struggled. He found a hand weakly pushing at his face; since his hands were occupied - one gripping Edward, the other still holding a bloodied razor - he opened his mouth and bit into it with rather considerable canines, uncaring if he broke skin or not. Realizing Edward was losing consciousness anyway, he released his hand, but maintained his grip with the possiblity Quinn could be faking. It took a minute for him to hear Alexis, but then he turned to glance at her with black eyes. He frowned, at first not looking like he was going to stop. Hate-filled gaze moving back to Edward, he continued to glare until reluctantly easing his grip, finally letting the limp man go. He stepped back as if to stop himself from finishing him off, leering at the floor now rather than him.
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l u c i d `
Semi-Ch00b
THE Rad Red Ranger
i swear all of this is r e a l but i can't seem to f e e l
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Post by l u c i d ` on Apr 2, 2008 22:56:18 GMT -5
((I'm not sure if Bridgette wants him dead or not.. o__o))
Alexis watched as Simon allowed Edward to slump to the floor and for a time, she stared at the thin, white-haired man warily before she shifted her gaze back onto Edward. Her gaze was equally as wary, if not even more so, as she studied him for a few moments before carefully making her way towards him. Her boots clacked against the floor dully as she crossed the room and once she felt near enough, which was close enough to give him a once over but not close enough for him to grab her, she stopped.
"I don't suppose he's dead...?" she murmured, kicking at his leg, a look of anxiety flickering across her features. She couldn't tell if he was breathing and she didn't trust him enough to bend down and check his pulse.
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Apr 20, 2008 12:21:30 GMT -5
( ... Well.... She can have him wake up if he is to live.. and if that is her intention... she'd best do so before we dispose of the body.... But to continue plot.. another character would be... helpful.... )
He felt her wary, studying stare but ignored it, then looking to her as she approached Quinn. Simon watched with narrowed eyes, all too ready to lunge for the man again if necessary. His dark eyes darted to Alexis, then Edward, then Alexis, then Edward. He was silent, both unsure of what to say and enveloped in his thoughts. He was only slightly surprised that the idea that he had killed somebody didn't disturb him as much as it should've. He looked down to the blood-soaked razor in his hand as a perfect, circular little ruby fell from the blade to the dirty wooden floor.
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