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Post by Koops on Nov 25, 2007 23:36:46 GMT -5
[glow=white,2,300]Happiness Is A Warm Gun[/glow] She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do- oh yeah! She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the National Trust
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix cause I'm going down Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun, momma When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know nobody can do me no harm Because happiness is a warm gun, momma Happiness is a warm gun -Yes it is. Happiness is a warm, yes it is... Gun! Well don't ya know that happiness is a warm gun, momma?
Killian walked very quietly down an alley way, his back almost all the way pressed against the wall. His eyes were cold and heartless and his mouth was in a firm line. He had his ebony coloured gun in his hand, ready to shoot at anyone that decided to come and try to fight with him. The man's breath was almost uneven. He'd been there for awhile, having gotten into a large fight with a gang and shot down about ten people, one bullet each time was all it took. Killian was now looking for any stray members of the gang that were around. He had heard some people yelling and scrambling away but he didn't want to chase them. The slayer was now looking for someone strong to fight with, but after another twenty or so minutes he got bored of looking and just cleaned off his hands, hide his gun away and then acted like an innocent bystander. He left over to a coffee shop, ording a black coffee and then sitting down at a table, he was wet from the rain and wanted to get dry. What a night, i'll be getting paid tomorrow for all of the evidence i've got. Fantastic. Killiam thought to himself, taking a drink of coffee. I killed ten or eleven guys, a gang leader and then a drug dealer it seems to... so that means triple pay for those ones. He thought, he was getting all of the money counted up and such so that he wouldn't be ripped off the next day, he despised being ripped off. Damned short asshole guy.... Cheap bastard. He took another drink of the coffee at this. Looking outside he watched the rain hit the window gently, listening to the clicks of it and such. He enjoyed that sound, for calm and pleasing.
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Post by Milk on Nov 26, 2007 1:53:00 GMT -5
Alexis glared at the ground as she made her way through the streets. Not too long ago she'd had a serious breakdown, and had killed quite a few old enemies. All people she hated with every molecule and atom in her body.
The slim woman paused outside a coffee shop to look up into the rain. She still had that feeling, that need and longing to hurt and make someone else suffer for the pain she'd gone through in her own fucked up life. Shivering, a thought came to mind. Torture...someone I don't know well...Someone who does bad...A slayer...I hate slayers...Torture a slayer...That'd... she shook her head, too cold to concentrate and darted into the coffee shop.
Inside was warm and smelled of coffee. But she didn't look like any of the customers in the shop. She bore dark circles from lack of sleep, insomnia, and nightmares under her eyes. Her hair, although brushed, could be taken care of a lot better. And her gaze was as cold as her ice blue eyes and pale skin.
The small woman ordered a simple coffee, black, and then sat in the back near a man that gave her that slayer-guy vibe. Maybe him...Yeah...maybe him... she thought. If only she knew if he was a slayer or not. Her gaze was kept on the table below her as she sipped her drink, in thought. She wore all black and it seemed to blend a little with her thick, long hair that trailed past her butt. A dark woman she seemed to be in every way possible.
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Post by Koops on Nov 26, 2007 1:59:00 GMT -5
Killian's eyes had looked at the new customer that walked in and he studied her for awhile. Hm... What an aura. He thought to himself, sitting up straight and taking a drink of his coffee, he moved around in hi coat, looking for his wallet. While doing so his jacket moved to show his shining ebony gun for a few moments and then hide it again.
He licked his lips gently, then took a drink of his coffee, he had a few more people on his list. Sometimes he thought himself to be more of a bounty hunter then a slayer but to him it was really all the same. He didn't care at all, there was far to many terms for it in the city anyways.
Standing up he went up to the counter again and asked if he could get a bottle of orange juice {I love oranges} And then bought it and took his seat once again quietly, having grabbed a paper to read.
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Post by Milk on Nov 26, 2007 2:02:20 GMT -5
Alexis's eyes darted up at something that had caught her eyes. A gun. The man...He carries a slayer weapon...He is one...Good... she thought, twitching slightly and then finishing her coffee. It burned her throat, but was worth the pain.
Fiddling with the empty cup, she wondered how to lure him out. Seduce, perhaps? Damsel in distress? Drugs? She did have some drugs that did the numbing effect with her. Ask him if he had some bus fair? Stalk him out? She liked the last idea best, easy and doable. With his size and her size...She'd probably get her ass beaten and killed or taken back to sector 13.
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Post by Koops on Nov 26, 2007 2:06:44 GMT -5
A while later he stood up from his seat at the table and went to go and put away his paper and then throw away his coffee cup that was now empty. He then opened his orange juice, drained it and threw it away to. Moments later he was on his way out of the coffee shop and walking down the dark sidewalk.
He had some thoughts on his mind about just who he had killed. They weren't to well known but had some pretty high up there enemies. They even had a few fights with some of the Twilight gang and didn't get their asses kicked from here to timbuktu. He was surprised by this because they were rather weak people.
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Post by Milk on Nov 26, 2007 2:11:29 GMT -5
Alexis watched him go with the eyes of a hawk. Casually, she stood only moments after the door had shut and tossed out her cup as well. She, too, left and began her chase...
Being small had its advantages. She was small, and wearing all black, and had thick black hair. She practically was a shadow. Not to mention that silence was something everyone knew about her. She did make even one noise as stealth mode took over in her body, creeping near the slayer with hate-filled eyes.
Not long after she got an idea. Slayers like to help people, whether for money or out of kindness, did they not? Standing straight, she unfurled her wings which caused a decent amount of blood to spill on the ground. Then, quickly, she dropped to the ground and croaked out a believable 'Help', and made movements that made it seem like her wings were a big person, a demon maybe, pulling her down a dark alley way.
Once concealed there, and far enough to be hard to notice, she flew silently up and waited to see if Mr. Slayer would take the bait. She had in her hands a lead pipe to knock him out with.
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Post by Koops on Nov 26, 2007 2:15:34 GMT -5
He turned at this and watched the woman get dragged away, eyes widening he drew his gun and ran over. Looking into the alleyway, he was silent, the rain hit him hard though and moved into his eyes. Making it hard to see around, he directed his head down and his eyes moved around from under his hair, gun cocked to hit somethig.
Where are they? What the hell is this? Some kind of fucked up joke? He thought, licking his lips, there was a soung and his head nsapped up around, eyes darting everywhere.
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Post by Milk on Nov 26, 2007 17:15:20 GMT -5
Alexis took in a silent breath, and swooped down. Lifting the cold metal in her hands, she raised it high above her head and brought it down on the man's head without mercy. The hit, even for someone of Alexis's pitiful size, could knock out an ogre. It the man was human, he'd probably be out for a few days.
She watched the slayer fall to the ground, unconcious, and gently landed and furled her wings, wincing in pain. She panted from adrenaline, eyes on his form. Now she just had to drag him to her hideout, but how? He was, as stated several times, much larger than her. And she wasn't the strongest person around either. She knew she'd have to drag him somewhere, and hijack a car to get him where she needed to go.
Sighing, she kicked the man in the face, cursing his size and bruising his cheek with her boot at once, then bent over to grab his arms. Alexis struggled, and often dropped the man and switched off from dragging him by his legs or arms many times, until she reached a car that she knew was always unlocked. It was only 2 miles away from the alley she'd clonked him out in. Struggling once more after finding something to chain the man up in, she slowly got him in the trunk of the compact vehicle.
Alexis drove them to an abandoned warehouse in the gang district, chained the man up a bit more, and simply waited for his awakening.
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Post by Koops on Nov 26, 2007 20:54:03 GMT -5
Two days later he woke up, his eyes didn't open, and his body shape stayed the same, His head pounded mercilessly, making his neck twitch in agony. I was tricked it seems... My heads killing me, I think I have some cuts to. And my face is sore. Killian thought and groaned lowly, his head turning, opening his eyes he blinked.
It took some time before his vision set in right and for his dizziness to disappear. Grunting he pulled at his arms, finding them to be chained up, looking over at his wrists his eyes widened in surprie, looking to his legs they were chained to. The fuck...?
Killian looked in front of him, finding the dark haired woman from the coffee shop. His eyes narrowed dangerously and anger quickly rose up, his hands clenched into fists. "Who the hell are you and why the fuck am I chained upin here you little bitch?!" He snapped out in rage, he wasn't worried yet.
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Post by Milk on Nov 26, 2007 21:50:39 GMT -5
Alexis didn't acknowledge him when he first stirred, waiting to see what he'd do. She had decided to busy herself by doing a 5000 piece puzzle, and was only 1/4 done with it. The chains rattled. She knew he had stirred for sure now, and glanced without turning her head or looking up at him.
Alexis stared down at two pieces that fit, and she was trying to find a third mate to the chain. Once more, she glanced up at him, actually tilting her head only slightly to look at him. Then back down to her puzzle. She wondered how to answer. "Who am I?" she mumbled, questioning herself now. Since the recent breakdown, she didn't reckognize who she was. "I cannot answer that completely (sp?) yet...For I know not who I am anymore either...You're here...because...You are a slayer. Slayers are bad...They hurt people..." she mumbled almost inaudibly, not caring if he heard. She was getting angry. "You know not my pain. My sister's pain. My mother's pain...Pain..." She shivered, shaking her head violently. I'll show pain you sons-of-bitches! she thought, angry tears already streaming down her face as she slowly stood and grabbed a sharp pointed object and chucked it at the man. It wedged itself, although not deep enough to kill him or break anything, but deep enough to hurt like hell, in his chest. It appeared to be a small, light pink pocket knife. She'd thrown a pocket knife at him, and now was searching for something else to throw. She was new to this whole 'I will make them pay' kind of skit, and wanted to ease in. That's what her mind was telling her. Ease in, Alexis, ease in...Don't listen to the others...Ease in...That's all she heard right now.
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Post by Koops on Nov 26, 2007 23:09:45 GMT -5
His eyes widened at her words and he glared at her with pure rage. he watched her get angry and start to silently cry, his eyes were now narrowing. Great... an unstable woman that hates Slayers, just freaking fantastic. Killian thought to himslef bluntly.
But when the pocket knife hit him in the chest he gasped in pain, eyes widening. it was through two of his ribs, making every move make him want to scream in agony. Fuck! That bitch! He thought his head leaned back, he almost gagged from the feeling of the knife move. She's getting more, she's taking things out on me.... Fuck, it just isn't my day... Ugh...
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Post by Milk on Nov 26, 2007 23:36:37 GMT -5
((lol...nice...the unstable woman part...))
Alexis barely heard that gasp, and it didn't satisfy her. She found something, not sharp, but heavy. It was definately heavy enough to break something. A bone...A neck...Who knows? But can you lift it? she asked herself.
Settling to do that later, she lifted up a whip and shook her head. No....I'd feel lame... she thought. She settled on using him for dart practice after finding a box full of them. She began to aim her throws at him after a few moments, every 3 out of 5 in her hand hitting and sticking into his skin.
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Post by Koops on Nov 27, 2007 0:21:38 GMT -5
As the darts hit his skin he hissed out lowly, eyes closing in pain, he didn't understand why this was going on. I'm not the only Slayer around here.... There's tons and I just so happened to be picked. He thought and growled out lowly as one of the darts hit near where the knife was.
Killian breathed heavily, he felt blood coming up his throat and some of it dribbled out of the side of his mouth. "You can stop..." He breathed out, pnting heavily. "You don't have to do this, just go... get some... help." He breathed in pain, his body shuddering every now and then.
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Post by Milk on Nov 27, 2007 0:27:58 GMT -5
Alexis stared at him, eyes dull and almost dead. She didn't know how to respond. She'd heard that before. Tried it too. And it almost worked a few times, until the people helping her got greedy and such.
She shuddered suddenly, shaking her head violently and muttering no's and stop's to someone not there. "No...No...No....Stop..." she whimpered, kneeling down and grabbing the first thing that she could, defending herself. Unfortunately it was the whip and she began lashing out haphazardly, striking and slashing Killian often and then mistaking him for someone else.
"NO! You won't touch me again!" she screeched, whipping his face again, and again, and again, and then moving to his chest and arms and other various body parts. "Never! Not again! NO!!"
This went on for an hour, before she broke down, sobbing and destroying her puzzle. What a wreck she was. "I hate them...Almost all of them...All of them...I hate them...They should die...Just die...Die..." she muttered, eyes wide and concentrating on her puzzle below her.
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Post by Koops on Nov 27, 2007 0:35:13 GMT -5
He was almost passing out now, his head down to the side and his eyes shut and hid with his hair. Blood was dripping from his mouth and cheeks. His shirt was ripped open and shredded, shwoing deep lashes with blood seeping from them, this was the same wityh his arms.
Killian had actually screamed out in pain during that whole ordeal, it had been terrible, he had shouted for her to stop it but she wouldn't. Woman.... They never listen to men, ever. Fuck them... He thought to himself and was quiet, his head slowly moved up, he spit out blood all over himself and then ground and stared at her. His eyes were filled with hatred and pain.
"Bitch..." He spit out venomously and groaned. his body was done and so was his mind, he had never been tortured so badly in such a long. time. "Reminds me of my mom and sisters..." He murmered quietly to himself, his eyes glazed over and then his eyelids shut, he passed out where he was chained.
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