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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 6, 2006 17:41:14 GMT -5
--Outside of the club 'Scarlet Angel', 9:15 PM--
A young woman grumbled something obscene, trying in vain to tug down the black mini-skirt she was wearing so that it at least partly covered her exposed thighs. She, in truth, had great legs, but as it was winter, she thought wearing her usual pants would be much more warmer...and respectable.
"Gu sealladh orm, Micah," She growled, seemingly to thin air. "Tell me again why I'm wearing this...this hooker-garb?"
There was a snort in her left ear, and a voice answered, "Becuse it was requested by our client. I know it's silly, but this is the first we've had in weeks, Sio."
The girl, Sio, flipped a lock of auburn hair over her shoulder with a grunt. Besides to skirt, she wore a lacy off-white tank-top and extremely uncomfortable black high-heels. By the smell of her, she was also wearing so kind of flowery, pleasant-smelling perfume. "Hmph. I'll wear it, but if this srainnsear touches me, I swear I'll kick his ass so hard he won't be able to sit for weeks..."
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 10, 2006 9:34:49 GMT -5
((Hope ya dun mind teh double posting...I'm bored and no one's posting here...))
Suddenly cruel-sounding laughter came from the shadows of the alleyway, causing the hair on the back of Siobhan's neck stand straight up. "Siobhan Aoibheann?" The voice questioned, in an equally chilling voice.
The former police-woman cleared her throat, pushing the sudden fear lodged in her mind out. "Aye. And are you..." It took her a few moments to remember the client's name. "Mister...er, Leslie?"
A figure, stepped out of the shadows behind her...she could hear boots clicking on the asphalt behind her. Her throat constricting slightly, she turned to face 'Mister Leslie'.
And found the barrel of an old-fasioned revolver pressed against her temple.
Siobhan blinked twice. Once, to figure out what exactly was happening, and twice in hopes that she might clear her vision, for she certainly couldn't believe that her assilant's skin was really purple...
The man's lavender finger slipped to the trigger, and his flame-red eyes glimmered. "Yes, dear Siobhan. Have you forgotten me? If so, then that's a shame, for you did kill my brother..." He chuckled at her shocked expression. "Yes, tis I, Leslie Seton. And I'm here to kill you. Don;t even bother calling to that little brat brother of yours," Siobhan's hand had gone to her ear. "I've made sure he won't hear you. And if you persist in such folly, I'll make sure he'll never hear anything again..."
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Post by Darknessfalls on Sept 10, 2006 17:43:18 GMT -5
A dark shadow jumped out and grabbed Leslie around the neck with a muscular arm. The other arm of the obvious male knocked the gun from the purple mans hand. His face was hidden by the hood of a dark cape, but his skin was very very pale, almost, or possibly een, an albino like white.
Swinging Leslie around he pinned him to the wall. He was shorter than Leslie, but he managed to hold him by his neck above himself. ''Siobhan, RUN.'' Instructed the man in a stern yet carring, and soft voice. His head turned back to Leslie. ''Would you like to die now, or after I lock you up and you beg me to kill you?'' He hissed in the same pitch of voice, the the tone was growling and angry.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 10, 2006 17:50:17 GMT -5
Siobhan began to back up, her green eyes wide. Her hand brushed against a rusty old fire escape ladder. The human spun around, gripping the first rung tightly and pulling herself up with the agility of a cat. She scaled the ladder, and within moments was halfway up it.
Leslie spat at the man, a scowl embeded in his lavender face. "Oh, go ahead. I really have nothing to lose, as you may have noticed." He growled, his voice faint from the lack of air getting to his lungs.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Sept 10, 2006 18:00:42 GMT -5
The hooded man glarred heatedly at the Vampaneze and snapped his neck with a quick movement of his hands. He let him drop to the ground and piled cardboard boxes on them. He set thenm afire and then followed Siobhan up the ladder. His pale hands moving over the rungs quickly as he soon caught up to the woman. His black nails tapping slightly on the metal.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 10, 2006 18:08:19 GMT -5
Siobhan hurried her climbing, and within moments she was on top of the roof of an desolate old apartment building. She but her hands on her knees and took several deep breaths. Her earpeice came crackling to life.
"Sio? Sio, you there? Can you hear me?"
The human woman looked at her savior, cautiously, and replied. "Yeah, Micah, I can hear you."
"Thank Heavens! Some òinseach messed with the fregency, I'm guessing. Are you alright?"
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Post by Darknessfalls on Sept 10, 2006 18:19:47 GMT -5
The man in the dark robe jumped over the small lip of the building and stood on the building in front of Siobhan. ''You should be a bit more careful when your alone at night.'' He said tilting his ehad up slgihtly. The edge of his pale chin could be seen as moonlight washed over his face. After gtting a good looka t Siobhan, which didnt take long he lowered his head.
''If there is a time you need me again...just call my name...It is Anthony...'' He said quietlly before turning to get ready and climb back down the roof.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 10, 2006 18:22:32 GMT -5
Siobhan held up a hand, though she knew he couldn't see her. "One," She said, her Irish accent thick enough so that her words were nearly incohernt. "'tis my job to do this stuff. And two...thank you, Anthony." She said, then turned herself and shuffled off in the oppisite direction.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Sept 10, 2006 18:36:26 GMT -5
Anthony listened a moment before turning slightly. ''I will see you soon...when you least expect it.'' He called after her before jumping across the gap in between buildings to run on the rooftops.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 10, 2006 18:42:39 GMT -5
Siobhan's red hair fanned out behind her in the wind as she lept down the other side of the building. Her fall was cushioned by a pile of rotten newspapers and some cardboard, and within moments she was back on her feet. She stopped for a moment to look up, then walked towards the club her brother Micah was stationed in.
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Post by Darknessfalls on Sept 10, 2006 18:48:59 GMT -5
After Anthony was sure Siobhan was far enough away, he jumped down the building and onto the street. He looked around and began to back-track to where she had been, and where she was heading. He had to follow her now that he had found her.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 10, 2006 18:58:14 GMT -5
Siobhan pushed open the two red-plastic-and-glass double doors that let to the Scarlet Angel and stepped inside.
A whistles met her ears the moment she did so. A rather porky man was making a great show of eyeing her. "Hey, sweet stuff, whatca doin' in a dump like this?"
Siobhan longed to take out her trusty badge and shove it in the man's face. But that privledge had been taken away, as had everything from her old career.
So, she just ignored him and went over to a booth were a young, blonde-haired man was typing on his lap top. Sio smirked and placed a hand on his head. "'allo, Micah."
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Post by Darknessfalls on Sept 10, 2006 19:07:05 GMT -5
Anthony made good time and soon found himself outside of the Scarelt Angel. ''Nice choice..'' He said sarcastically. Shedding his robe and putting it in a garbage can he looked down at himself. She wouldnt be able to figure out it was him. He had on a Slipknot t shirt and black baggy pants that had chains hanging from them. His feet where in boots with knives on the sides of each, but the knives where dhidden by his long pants. He walked inside the bar and sighed. The usual black lights and strobe lights where in it, along with drunk men, and dancing women. Then different people lined the dance floor dancing with people they hardly knew. He hated clubs, they where pointless, as was everything else in life he felt, however he had a bigger goal than ridding the world of meaningless clubs.
Looking around he soon found where Siobhan was. She was next to a man with a laptop. He shrugged and watched from a booth far enough from them they shouldnt be able to notice him, uinless of course laptop boy had a sixth sense...and the same for Siobhan.
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Post by occasionallyinsane on Sept 10, 2006 19:14:05 GMT -5
Micah looked up, his blue eyes shining. "Hey, how did it go?" he asked, scooting over so that Siobhan could sit beside him.
His sister flushed, but in the red light that blanketed everything. "Not too good, li'l bro...the guy was a creep." She said, prefering not to shake up Micah--he was a jumpy guy.
Micah cracked his knuckles under the table. "He ran, didn't he? Coward...well, that solves it, no more answering shady internet requests for either of us."
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Post by Darknessfalls on Sept 10, 2006 19:20:18 GMT -5
Anthony sighed and listened quietlly to them talk. A girl in a skimpy outfit with black fishnet stalkings came up to him and poked his shoulder. ''Hey...hot shtuff.'' She said slurring her words. Anthony rolled his silver eyes and pointed to the dance floor. ''Go back where you came from hoe.'' He hissed through his teeth. His voice somehow making its way above the music so he didnt have to scream.
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