Certain Issues (Marcus)

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

e in a metal tube, deep underground with hundreds of people in the most aggressive city in the world? Fuck I should have taken a cab.

Sitting as far away from the rest of the subway goers was a blonde-haired woman with the dirtiest glare on her face that could possibly come from someone who looked like they belonged on a catwalk. No pun intended, of course. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest, one bare leg crossed over the other at the knee, and she tried to keep her gaze on the window, the brick wall that whizzed past, covered in graffiti.

It seemed like hours had passed, but finally the train came to a stop and she jumped up from her seat with cat-like grace and darted toward the door. Common courtesy dictated that people getting on the train needed to wait for the people inside to get off first, and Karlee managed to get to the doors first as they slid open. Instantly she tore out of the subway. Just a few steps and she’d be at the stares, and then several more and she’d be in the street, in the open air, with more elbow room and nobody running into her or—

Abrupt pressure on her hindquarters made her stop short, face reddening in shame and expression contorting into unfathomable rage. Whirling around, the century-old were-tiger scanned the small crowd until she spotted a couple of boys snickering to each other. It didn’t matter if they were the culprits or not, they looked suspicious enough that it would be a decent revenge.

Nobody touched Karlee’s ass!

“Punk ass bastards!” Karlee snarled, shoving aside a man in a business suit and launching herself at one of the boys. She knocked clear onto the ground and drove her knee into his back before grabbed the other guy by his wrist and tossing him over her shoulder as he went to grab her. He slammed back-first into a pillar and was out like a light. In the meantime, the one Karlee was on top of thrust upward and dislodged her from his back and in turn jumped on her.

The screaming had started a long time ago. A small crowd circled around them, wondering if they should stop the fight or just watch it all happen. It wasn’t every day you got to see a woman going toe-to-toe with a man and coming out so well!

Karlee was not okay with being on the bottom. Teeth gritted and gray-brown eyes shifting in a dull orange, pupils dilating into slits, Karlee snarled and thrust her arm forward, piercing his chest and back, nails sharpened into claws and teeth pointed into fangs. She was so close to just shifting into her tiger form, but watching the light drain from his eyes was enough to sate the rage boiling inside her. The screams intensified tenfold, though, and the crowd instantly scattered.

Victorious, Karlee shoved the man off of her and withdrew her bloody hand. She had taken a square hit in her cheek, but the bruise was already fading. “Douche bag. . . .”

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: five hundred twenty four OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: anger tiger is angry CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go Come on

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Marcuss had only been aware of the existence of were creatures and vampires no more than a couple days. That demoness vampire Natalia had ordered him to dispose of a werewolf in the states. That assignment is what he was on at the moment. Still not entirely sure of his game plan, or if this creature even existed. Maybe all those people he had killed.. the psychological effects were starting to set in. Maybe this entire assignment was just a big, cruel figment of his imagination. Later events would prove that he was still sane.... Whatever that was. The flight from the cold Russian lands was long and boring. He held in his lap a manila folder. The folder was full of pictures, documents, monthly routines. Everything he would need to know to turn the hunter into the hunted. The only reason he had to kill this being was the one given to him by Natalia. Money. He went through his game plan once more. He would take the airport to New York city. From there he would board a subway. The subway would take him to the more outer parts of town. He had a room registered under the name "Albert Moncetti". The hotel room bared home to the jogging route the werewolf took each night. As well as his hunting grounds... The airplane landed softly. There was little turbulence. He had even managed to catch a nap on the way. He walked off the plane. There were very few other people on the commercial airline. He made his way into a subway. Along the way he noticed a blond haired woman walking from the distance. She stood out as a rather beautiful woman. But he was here on business. No time to become attached to another human being. She was far enough to where he knew she wouldn't be on the same subway. He stepped on and gripped the handle above him. "So long, beautiful thing." He said underneath his breath. The subway ride was extremely short compared the airplane flight. The subway came to an abrupt stop no less than 5 minutes. Marcuss walked out of the subway station, into the cold night. His black business suit provided no protection from the whipping winds. Marcuss suddenly realized, he didn't know where to go! He began to walk over to a nearby map, when all of a sudden, a woman rudely bumps into him. "Listen here mother fuc...." He stopped dead in his sentence. It was that same gorgeous woman he had spotted on the subway. He was positive she didn't hear what he began to say, and it seemed like she was in a hurry. He decided to follow her, she may be in some sort of trouble. He followed her as she made her way to a group of thuggish looking men. His eyes widened as she struck one of them, and tossed him up against the wall. "what the.." He noticed a crowd forming around him. He stuck his arms out to keep people back. A cold chill ran up his spine when he heard a very beat like snarl. Was she a werewolf too!?!? He watched with the crowd as her hand ripped through the human, like a bullet through cloth. The crowd quickly changed as people ran the opposite direction. All yelling out screams of fear. Marcuss took out a glock pistol he had in his suit. He pulled the hammer back and stuffed it into his pocket, along with both his hands. He made his way towards the she-devil, and stopped a foot from her. "I dont know what the hell you are, but I suggest you get out of here. Cops will be here any second." He turned and began to walk away, showing no fear to the potential painful death that could follow "Oh, by the way.." He said as he turned around to face her. He brought his hand up, pointing all fingers towards her. "You should plan your kills out better. That way, your pictures not all over the news.."

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

he wasn’t even out of breath after that short little romp in the subway. At least the area had cleared out quite a bit. . . . Shit if murder cleared a crowd this easily she now knew how to get herself a lot of room if she started to feel claustrophobic. She wasn’t really claustrophobic, but hey she liked her space.

A voice coming from next to her made her whirl around with yet another snarl, fangs bared and eyes flashing. She stopped for a moment though, managing to control herself enough to realize that this was the man she’d so rudely shoved out of the way in her haste to bring justice to those men who may or may not have gave her rump a little tap. Karlee stared at him for a moment. “Why the fuck should you care?” she hissed at him after letting out a mighty harrumph.

Was he lecturing her? Or what? It didn’t sound like any sort of lecture a normal person would give her. Normally it was something about murder was wrong and she should control impulses better. . . .

She hardly ever got lectured for going about the murder the wrong way. Or “kill.” It was strange. . . . Having it called a “kill” instead of murder or something. Karlee narrowed her eyes and with a shake of her head, she swung her long blonde hair over her shoulders and out of her face.

“It’s hard to plan something that happened spontaneously! Jack-off should have thought about that before he went and pissed me off!” she snarled at the business man.

There was something odd about him.

Taking a few steps after him, but remaining a fine distance away so that he could perhaps have a few seconds head start should she decide to pounce on him and rip out of his throat, Karlee inhaled deeply to get a better idea of who—or what—he was. Human, definitely. Or at least, that was her best guess. “Again I ask why the fuck you should care.”

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: three hundred forty seven OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: :U rawr? CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go Come on

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Marcuss smiled at her. Her attitude was so perfect. He loved a woman with an attitude. His fear suddenly vanquished. He was not in the least bit scared of this woman anymore. In fact, He may have just became attracted to her. “Do you enjoy murder as much as you do cussing? For christ sake woman, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” He didn’t mean to come off as a lecturer, though there was a good possibility she could have perceived him as that. She was thinking about attacking him! He could tell by her body language. That look in her eyes, the way she had her hands curled and legs spaced apart. She had to be debating it in her mind. “You think thats brutal?” He said pointing to the man in pieces behind her. “You should totally take a look at what a 50 caliber sniper rifle does to a human body. It would make your tiger paws look like kitten hands.” He took both hands out of his pockets. He was still gripping the handgun, which was now in plain site. He kept it in both hands, in front of his left thigh. “Death is not a usual acquaintance of these people.. But I.. well, I have met death several times, and evaded it even more” He took out his gun to intimidate the woman. He knew very well he wouldn’t use it on her. He was a professional killer. That meant a few things. It meant that he didn’t steal, and he did not kill anyone he didn’t have to. He’d rather let her tear him limb from limb. “You’re thinking about attacking me aren’t you. You kind of remind me of the tigers and lions you see on the discover channel. You can always tell when they’re on the hunt.. So go for it, show me your true self, and do what you do best. Murderer...” He spoke these words to her passionately. He had hoped to hit a nerve with her, and through odd methods of psychology, get her to stand down. What would she choose? He did not know, but was ready for either scenario.

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

arlee snorted and snapped her head to the side, looking indignant. “Murder? Son of a bitch pissed me off! It was a form of god damn self defense!” she replied with conviction, even though there was a hint of a little bit of snark and sarcasm in her tone. Did she enjoy it? No. She hated herself every time it happened, but that anger and hate was only projected onto other people, often innocent bystanders who had done nothing wrong to anybody.

Well, so far as Karlee knew. Maybe she was just karma getting delivered to all the bad people pretending to be good people. Who really knew?

“And who I kiss with this mouth is none of your fucking business dickweed!”

Seemingly unsatisfied with the manner in which she’d taken the punk’s life, the man began to lecture her about how not brutal her kill was. Karlee cocked an eyebrow at him and followed his finger thrust to the man she’d just murdered and rolled her eyes. Did he really think that was what she was going for? “I didn’t want him dead and I wasn’t going for an impact kill. He pissed me off and I did what I could to get un-pissed off!”

Bearing her fangs, she took a heavy step toward him, shoulders hunched and leaning forward. “Funny that, seeing how I’m a fucking were-tiger, jackass. What do you think that fucking pea-shooter is going to do?” she hissed, taking another step forward. Murderer? Sure she was. Karlee couldn’t deny it and she definitely knew from the bottom of her heart that her anger caused her to do horrible things, but that was everyone else’s own damn fault for getting on her nerves and not knowing better! Ignorance was not an excuse.

But that didn’t mean she liked being reminded of it.

The blonde were-tiger snarled again and furrowed her brow. “I don’t like killing. No one ever learns anything when they die. I teach lessons and they can’t appreciate the lesson if they’re dead, now can they?” she spat crossly.

“So tell me, prick, do you need some schooling?”

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: three hundred fifty four OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: you wouldn't like her when she's angry. XD CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go Come on

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Marcuss tilted his head to the side. “So, kitty does bite huh? Never heard of a were tiger, though I do come here bearing information on a werewolf..” Marcuss could feel the tension between them. She asked if he needed some schooling.. He had plenty of schooling in his lifetime. Theres not much this woman claiming to transform into a tiger could teach him. The young assassin exhaled silently. He raised his pistol up and aimed it at the woman before him. He could see her forehead in the sights of his pistol. He had only killed a woman once in his life, and it was by accident. He told himself he would never do it again, no matter what. But it would do the world better this woman going back to hell.. His finger squeezed the trigger tighter. But then suddenly, the sounds of sirens pierced the air. From the distance you could hear the cop cars approaching at an alarming rate. There was no time to fight. If the cops pulled up on two people about to kill each other, they’d both be toast. Surely the woman before him could hear them as well. “Your call, kitty.” Would she choose to kill Marcuss? Or would she run? Surely she was smart enough to make the right decision. Or over confident enough to make the wrong.

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

erewolf.

Karlee’s posture changed dramatically in light of the news that not only was he not confused by her revelation, but he also knew of werewolves—and by association he probably knew that vampires and the like existed as well. It meant little to her that he did know, it merely came as a surprise, even though he was a carting a gun with him. . . . Not much of surprise, she figured.

“Whoop-di-fucking-do you want a fucking Bozo Badge?” she replied smartly. However, her back was notably straighter and her shoulders were visibly more relaxed than when the original argument began: the mild shock she’d gone through had proved enough to wipe away some of her anger. The truth of the matter was, though, that the were-tiger was always angry, the amount of anger just ranged from mild irritation to unadulterated rage.

Even before the man had noticed the call of the police sirens Karlee had heard them. Steadily they had grown louder and louder and a quick scan of the surrounding area told her that not everyone had fled the tunnel. Without a doubt they were waiting for their chance to recount the situation as well as get a few moments on the news.

Snorting, Karlee placed a hand on her hip, unfettered by the gun he had trained on her. What a troublesome situation she had gotten herself into this time.

“Tch. Well this just sucks,” she muttered to herself, walking toward the man. It was nothing threatening, he was merely blocking the exit to the subway. Consequently it was the only exit on this side, so unless he was getting back on the train it was in all likely hood the same exit that he would end up having to take.

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: two hundred ninety six OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: sorry had to go to sleep last night. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go Come on

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The woman began to move towards him. He was neither scared, nor intimidated. She obviously had no plan to attack Marcuss where he stood. She was way too relaxed, and her hands were flattened out. Basically, she wasn’t ready to attack even a fly. At that moment, Marcuss realized he was blocking the only exit. She was smarter then he had taken her for. He put his gun down, and shoved it back into the holster of his suit. He stepped to the side and flattened himself out against the wall. The were tiger had more than enough room to walk past him now. It seemed as though the end of the confrontation was drawing near, and he just couldn’t let himself do it. He felt he had to make more conversation with her, that there may be more to this woman than meets the eye. “Woman..” He yelled out to her. He couldn’t help himself. “What is your name? If you don’t have a place to go, I have a hotel room not too far from here. It would at the least bit get you out of sight for awhile. It isn’t under my name, so we’re both safe..” He wasn’t sure if the woman would take him up on it, and it may even be a mistake to invite her to his room. But hey, maybe helping this woman will make up for the one he killed in some way or fashion. “Who knows, maybe those men did deserve to die. But you don’t have to.. Not tonight, not like this..”

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

t least the man had enough sense to move out of her way, because she wasn’t about to go around him. Her steps echoed eerily in the staircase tunnel, and just at the top she could hear the city life of the people going about their night. Or evening. Karlee wasn’t sure what time it was, but it looked like it had gotten dark when she was on the subway. Above the din of the citizens was the wail of sirens.

“Woman.”

The tiger bristled and swung around, swinging her arm with her in some haphazard attempt to backhand the man, but she wasn’t sure if she was close enough or not. “My name is Karlee and you will address me as such!” she snorted, her expression indignant among other things.

Karlee turned away from him and let out a heavy harrumph before heading up the stairs again, one hand on the handrail. “I’m not some fucking street urchin I have a home,” she shot back over her shoulder. Did her clothes say “homeless” or something? They were clean despite a little bit of dust gathered from being on the ground, and they were fairly new. . . . Would someone wearing new clothes not have a home?

The idiocy in the world floored her.

Stopping once more, she turned back to the man and narrowed her eyes. “What do you mean like this? Nobody’s killing me tonight, got that? And if this is some sorry attempt to get in my pants I’m afraid you might as well give that up now!”

At the top of the stairs a group of police came hurtling out of their cars and headed for the subway just as another train came rolling into the station. “I think the killer’s still down there,” she offered helpfully, flattening herself against the railing and indicating toward the bottom of the stairs. The cops nodded and hurried onward, pulling on their radios and muttering cop gibberish.

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: three hundred twenty-nine OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: /failpost CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go Come on

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Typically, Marcuss found a woman with attitude irresistible, but this was way too much. He thought he even felt her dark aura rub off on him! At this point, he didn’t even care what happened to her anymore. His kindness was always misread. She was quick to dissappear up the stairs, leading straight out into the city. Foolish woman, going straight into the laws hands. He was quite surprised when the site of policemen came into view. They hand their guns drawn, and aimed directly at him. This wasn’t the first time he had a mass quantity of weapons aimed at him, only difference was, he didnt deserve it this time! They shouted at him to freeze where he was. Marcuss was quick to listen. He raised his hands up, and put them behind his head. An officer cautiously approached him, and searched him. He immediately found the pistol he had concealed. With a quick judo maneuver, Marcuss was pinned face first on the ground. That evil bitch! she made the police think he was responsible! “Nicely played woman!!” He shouted up the stairs at her. “I’ll be out of these cuffs in no time, then your next!!” He had been pushed over edge. This would be a hunt not for money, not for pride, or patriotism, but for revenge....

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

arlee watched with disgust as the cops scurried down the stairs, and she scoffed. Law enforcement. . . . What a joke. With another harrumph, she turned to head right back up the stairs and on with her life, but the commands of “Freeze!” were heard downstairs a lot quicker than she thought they would be. What the hell was going on this time?

Turning around she saw that the cops had gone straight for the man she’d been talking to. Her eye literally twitched and she slapped her palm against her face and rubbed her eyes. “Not him you fucking pigs the murderer was a wo—”

Her explanation was cut short when they found the gun on him. Well fuck. At least no one could say she didn’t try to get him out of this mess!

Oh, and better yet, he was now accusing her of doing this on purpose! What could she have possibly gained from passing the buck onto some stranger she didn’t know? She was petty and vindictive but she wasn’t that petty and vindictive! And yet he still had the gall to stand there and yell at her for doing this! It was a fucking accident!

“You fucking idiots I said it wasn’t him! The murderer was a fucking woman!” she snarled, lunging angrily at the nearest cop from the top of the stairs, knocking him out with the sheer weight of her body and the force with which she slammed into him. He wasn’t completely unconscious, but now both of them were in trouble for assaulting police officers. Feh. Might as well pull out all the stops then. Besides. . . there was no better way to clear a crowd than with the sheer ferocity of nature.

Face a scowl, Karlie tore off her shirt, her boots and her pants leaving nothing but her bra and panties—luckily this baffled the cops enough to just stare at her and give her the time to do it—and within seconds she was lunging at one of the cops, shifting mid-air into the glorious form of her tiger half. Standing bigger and stronger than any normal Siberian, she landed on top of the police offer and with one blow from her head-sized paw, he was out like a light.

Karlee wasn’t about to add cop-killer to her repertoire, though.

A shot was fired and the bullet lodged into her flank, making her flatten her ears in pain and let out a ferocious yowl. It stung, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. Snarling, she rounded on the remaining cops and took a step forward. Taking in a breath, she moved her head forward and let out a blood curdling roar that not only silenced the entire subway, but sent the remainder of the bystanders packing.

Who wanted to stay in a subway with a tiger?

More shots were fired at the tiger, but they were erratic and panicked. It was hard for their minds to wrap around the fact that a woman had just turned into a tiger, and though one more shot managed to lodge into her shoulder, Karlee still lunged at the remaining two cops and swatted them both easily to the side, then pounced on one after the other to render them unconscious.

Snorting, Karlee turned and bounded to her clothes, shifting mid-bound after a few and expertly pulling her clothes back on. “Don’t ever accuse me of something like that again,” she said to the man, her voice eerily calm despite the anger in her eyes. On the ground laid both of the bullets, evacuated from her body during the shift. The wounds were still bleeding, but slowly and surely they were starting to heal over as she pulled her pants and shirt back on.

Standing, she faced the man with a hand on her hip. “I’m going to flee now.”

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: six hundred fifty OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: let me know if you have any problems with my post CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go Come on

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Marcuss was surprised to her retort to the cops. She took complete credit for the brutal slayings. This was a very unlikely turn of events. He seemed to have misjudged her character. She was brave, but also hot like fire. A very unlikely savior. He stayed on the ground when she ripped her clothes off. He felt it to be disrespectful to look at her body without the proper consent. He dug his face into the ground, and began to hum lullaby to himself. The sounds of roaring filled the air. All of which were quickly followed by gun shots. He would then hear blood curdling screams, and what sounded like human flesh being torn. He knew she had transformed, and was tearing them apart like wrapping paper on a christmas present. He suddenly began to hear the sounds of artillery shells, and mortars slamming on the ground. Big clods of dirt shot into his face. He was no longer in the New York subway, but the battle fields of the Korengal valley in Afghanistan. He stood up and began to scan the area. All around him laid the dead bodies of American soldiers, Afghan children, women, and men. In front of him, an Afghan man began to advance on him with An AK-47. Marcuss couldn't bring himself to fight back. He fell to his back, and leaned up and began to move backwards. The image of the man began to fade, and Karlee came into view. He looked around to realise, he was in the subway once more. He just had a flashback... His mind was so entangled in his vision of a previous war, he hadn't even noticed her put her clothes back on. He also took notice that the policemen weren't torn apart.. Just unconscious.. The screams must have been in his hallucination as well.. "Woma.... er... Karlee..." He said softly "I owe you..." He put his hand down and slowly went back up to his feet. He dusted himself off with the wipe of his hand. "If you ever need anything.. Any sort of trouble relieved.. any burden lifted.. Give me a call.." He took out a business card and tossed it to her, Gambit style! The card read "Alucard Iscariot." "Not to say you aren't capable yourself.. Anyhow, if you must flee, i'd recommend you move quickly.. i'll be heading the opposite direction." Marcuss turned from her began to walk slowly. He kept his ears open, and awaited a reply. He knew he would get some quick tempered response, but that was obviously the way this woman was.

code by crayola, aka anastasia

[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

norting, Karlee crossed her arms over her chest and glanced over the man with narrowed, suspicious eyes. He seemed like he was quite a bit rattled and she wasn’t sure if it was because he has misjudged her character so badly or because she had just turned into a tiger or whatever. He shouldn’t have been rattled by either of those, though, so that just left an unknown.

But at least he realized that she wasn’t actually that much of a bitch. She was a normal bitch, not a super bitch. And well a little bit of an ice queen but that was besides the point.

He tossed a card her way and Karlee plucked it out of the air with cat-like reflexes (pun entirely intended) and looked it over for a moment before tucking it into the pocket of her jeans. It might wind up getting a little bent and crumpled, but hopefully she wouldn’t accidentally run it through her washing machine and lose it: she liked it when people owed her favors.

Looking around, Karlee tried to mark out her escape and in the meantime she pulled a hair band out of her pocket and threw her hair up into a quick ponytail. Karlee didn’t particularly like having her hair up, but no doubt they’d be looking for a woman with long blonde hair that was down, not up. She also thought about altering the clothes she was wearing, but that would take a lot of time and the tiger was rather fond of her outfit, which was the real reason behind her stripping before shifting: it would have torn during the transformation.

“Please escort me,” she said a little more demanding than she probably needed to be. At least she added the please, right? She stood a little ways away from him, looking incredibly neutral as she waited for him to tell her yes or no. She wasn’t really sure why she was asking him it, but she often did things she wasn’t sure about.

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: three hundred thirty eight OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: little too much rambling sorry CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera

[Marcuss Iscariot]

Take a life That others may live that's just the way

I am the one Camouflage and guns Risk my life To keep my people from harm

Locked and loaded Voices screaming Let's go

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Marcuss watched as she tied her hair up. Surely this wasn't a disguise attempt. She had also kept his business card. He was half expecting her to tear it to shreds to show her "independence". What should way say to him next would floor him. Escort her? and she said please!?!? What the hell!? was this the same woman? Her status just went from mega supa bitch to semi bitch. First rule of escape is to lay low for 24 hours. Lucky for her he had just the place. "If you want me to escort you, then here.." Marcuss opened one of his briefcases he had dropped and pulled out a trench coat. It was black, with two large pockets in the front. He threw it around her shoulders to conceal her clothing. The hair was a quick fix, and would fool people at a glance, but still not good enough. She was in the city, and if they wanted too, they would find her. "You've killed a couple of civilians, and assaulted some police officers. Not only will the law be after you, but you were seen in your lycanthrope form, thus making you a target for hunters as well. You'll need to lay low for 24-72 hours before you go strutting your stuff through the city. Lucky for you I have just the place, and as of 5 minutes ago, I am in your debt. So, to quote my favorite movie of all time 'Come with me if you want to live' " He ended the sentence in a fake Austrian accent. He knew what to do because he had been in her situation, not once, but many, many times. He began to walk up the stairs calmly, and casually. He stopped in turned back to her "By the way, Bed is still mine. You sleep on the couch" He felt he needed to draw a line with this woman to show that he was now doing her a favor. Though maybe her mind had changed in the past couple of minutes. He was expecting another smart answer from her

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[Karlee Aurora Spencer]

Step back gonna come at ya fast Im driving out of control and getting ready to crash Wont stop shaking up what I can I serve it up in a shot So suck it down like a man so baby yes I know what I am no I dont give a damn And youll be loving it Some days Im a super bitch Up to my old tricks But it wont last forever Next day Im your super girl

the vixen in me Becomes an angel for you

e seemed willing enough to do as she asked and randomly pulled a trench coat from a briefcase. She had been threatened by a guy who carries coats in brief cases. . . . What the fuck. Karlee bristled slightly when he got too close to put the trench coat on, but at least it was big enough to conceal her clothing and get her from point a to point be.

“This smells like man,” she commented off handedly, holding her arms up and looking at the heavy jacket as it hung off her figure. It wasn’t so much a complain as she was pointing it out for his own information. Whatever he might use it for.

“You've killed a couple of civilians, and assaulted some police officers. Not only will the law be after you, but you were seen in your lycanthrope form, thus making you a target for hunters as well,” he started to preach her as she got the trench coat closed around her slim body. “You'll need to lay low for 24-72 hours before you go strutting your stuff through the city. Lucky for you I have just the place, and as of 5 minutes ago, I am in your debt. So, to quote my favorite movie of all time ‘Come with me if you want to live.’”

Growling, Karlee lashed out and pointed her finger at him. “I am not a lycanthrope. I am a were-tiger. Lycanthrope is a term used for werewolves and I assure you, sir, that I am not a werewolf!” she hissed at him. The intensity of her anger was explained through the lack of swearing in her correction. All he got for his quote was a roll of her eyes.

Huffing, she started to follow him wherever it was he was going—probably that hotel he had mentioned earlier—then stopped when he stopped to tell her she couldn’t have the bed. “Alright, so sleeping in my tiger form it is, then. Careful I might shred your furniture,” she spat back semi-crossly, though without much ferocity to it. It was mostly sarcasm followed by general distaste. It didn’t matter where she slept so long as she could sleep.

“I should probably tell you now I’m wanted in three states,” Karlee said after a moment of quietly following Marcus along the streets.

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: three hundred ninety one OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: no comments CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Christina Aguilera