Certain Issues (Marcus)

[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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He didn't care too much about her sleeping in Tiger form. Though he admits, it would be the first time he woke up to a tiger in the den. Tear up his furniture? He didn't care, the room wasn't in his name, or at his expense anyhow. She would then go on to tell him that she was wanted in 3 states. Thats it? Just 3? As angry and reckless as her killings were, he was surprised. "Well, i'm wanted in 5 states, and 12 foreign countries. Just keep close and keep quiet." He spoke like he had done this before, because he had. He was surprised to see her following him. She was actually going to trust him. They made their way up the stairs into the streets of New York. Marcuss took off his suit coat and neck tie, and handed them to a hobo sitting at the side of the street, drinking his 40 of beer. He abandoned these clothes knowing good and well, the police may be looking for him too. This was a very lousy disguise, but he wouldn't be recognizable at a glance. He could see the police cars coming from down the street. The very long awaited back up. Marcuss stood close to Karlee, and pulled her closer, and looked down a bit. He tried not to make eye contact with any police officer, and keeping them clothes would make it hard to recognize their clothing from a fast pace. Marcuss turned his head and looked back at them. They stopped next to other police cars. They were in the clear! Marcuss made some space between them. He didn't like being close to people anyhow, and he was sure she didn't like being close to him. "I think we're good for the time being, until the find nothing in the subway, and a witness points what direction we went in. No matter, our hotel is only 3 blocks away." Eventually they came upon the hotel. It was tall, and very nice! It made the Hilton look like the Motel 6. "Looks like our host splurged on us.." They both walked through the door. They were greeted by a man holding their door open for them. Marcuss nodded his head and kept moving with the were tiger at his side. They stopped at the check in desk. "Room for Mercio Franchetti.." The man typed on his computer then nodded, and handed him a key. "By the way.." Marcuss said suspiciously. "If the cops come in.." He took out 4,000 dollars in an envelope and handed it to him "You saw nothing.." The man nodded his head with a wide smile. Marcuss and the woman walked to the elevator. "We got room 753.. Hope its nice.."

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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

ive states and twelve foreign countries, he informed her. Karlee couldn’t help but roll her eyes. So. . . he was one of those guys. Always had to be one better. Well, Karlee took solace in the fact that when it came down to it she could rip his arm clean out of its socket and then probably beat him to death with it. The image made her snicker to herself.

“Well I have walked from Chicago to Kentucky to Maine and then down to New York so three states is all I know for sure,” she snorted under her breath, “accidentally” stepping on him when she was pulled a little too close for her personal bubble to be satisfied. It probably didn’t hurt him too much, but she wasn’t going for pain: she merely wanted to express her distaste for the situation and the fact that he was touching her at all.

At least he didn’t attempt to bore her with idle conversation. The entire trek was actually quite peaceful once he let her go and find her personal space to be in. It didn’t seem like it was too far away, but the walk kind of dragged on a little bit. A few times Karlee came close to starting another fight, but she managed to keep herself under control, if only to lessen the problems on her impromptu escort for the night. At least now that she was going to get this whole business of him owing her a favor out of the way. Then she’d never have to deal with him ever again. . . .

The hotel they arrived at looked like quite the joint. Karlee caught herself staring up at the tall building, her scowl turning into a look of mute, diluted awe for a moment before she scuttled into the hotel after her escort. What his name? Oh yeah Marvin or something. She pulled the card from her jeans and glanced at it.

Marcus. . . right.

Just following like the obedient little puppy she definitely was not, she stood a pace behind Marcus as he dealt with the concierge, giving him a strange look, eyebrow raised, as he gave some pseudonym. Well, whatever you had to do. She herself went by. . . oh wait she wasn’t creative enough to come up with a fake name.

Maybe that was a good idea. . . . Eh whatever. If worse came to worse she could just lay low for another fifty years until everyone forgot about her. . . . Time was nothing when you didn’t age.

Marcus was given the key to their room and they headed for elevator. Great. An elevator. Sighing, she stood and waited for the doors to slide open so they could trek all the way to the seventh floor of all places. It seemed like forever until the damn thing opened and she stepped inside, standing in the corner with her arms crossed over her chest, the perfect image of a standoffish cat, back arched and fur bristling.

“I’ve never been out of the country. Is it nice?” Karlee asked somewhere near the fourth floor, her foot tapping on the thinly carpeted elevator floor as her patience started to wear.

Was this an attempt at a conversation or perhaps just a passing thought?

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: five hundred fifty five OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: I apologize for the wait! 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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She wanted to inquire about his traveling. Fortunately for her there was much to tell. He may be able to entertain her for the evening after all. He searched his thoughts. Could he tell her about the mountains of Afghanistan? Maybe the rivers of Italy or France. Perhaps the snow covered streets of Russia. He took a shot in the dark "Well, what I think is nice may not be what you agree with. However, I always enjoy warm places, so of course I liked Italy a lot. Afghanistan was nice too.. If you can look past all the explosions and death." As soon as he uttered the word death, he heard a ring sound echo through the elevator. The doors opened revealing a narrow hallway. "This way.." He seed to Karlee walking down the halls. The walls were painted a bright yellow/goldish color, and the floor was a red velvet carpet. He moved out of the elevator, with her directly behind him. They walked further down the hall, and stopped in front of a door. "Here it is.." Marcuss said. He slid the card into the door lock reader thingy majigger, and waited for the green light. He opened the door and walked in. He was stunned. Before him was a full bar at his right, which is what immediately caught his attention. The carpet was white in color, and the walls were red velvet, same color as the carpet in the halls. There was a huge 80 inch plasma screen television, which hung in front of the couch, and was in view from the bed. He stood to the side and let Karlee walk in ahead of him. He closed the door behind her, and sat his briefcase down. The same one he pulled his coat out from. "By the way.. Don't ask what else I keep in that briefcase.." He began to undo his shirt, and took it off. He tossed it at the side of the bed, wearing only a white t shirt. He looked back at Karlee. It was hard not to look at her, as beautiful as she was. He began to think what he said to her about the bed. His inner gentleman couldn't let him go through with what the line he drew. He retracted. "What I said about the bed.. You can have it for tonight. I'll take the couch.." Even though he was giving up his bed, he planned on staying up with the tv on, clearing out the personal bar.

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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

arlee only had one response to his explanation of what he liked outside the country. “Explosions and death would be the best part,” she muttered semi-sarcastically. She wasn’t trying to downplay anything. . . . Well actually she probably was.

She was led blithely through the hall to the room and when the door was finally opened, she strode in. It was a really nice room, but Karlee hardly paid it any attention except to glance around and figure out where everything was so she wouldn’t have to wonder around too much. The first place she went was the couch, plopping herself down on it and just making herself comfortable, head leaned back and eyes closed.

“By the way. . . don't ask what else I keep in that briefcase.”

Her eyebrows—with eyes still closed—raised. “I wasn’t actually planning on it, and the only reason you would actually tell me not to ask before I even asked is because you do want to me ask, but I don’t rightly care enough so if you’re going to tell or show me or whatever, you might as well do it,” she snapped.

Seconds later he was repenting the claim on the bed but Karlee just shook her head, not bothering to open her eyes. “Nope you called it, and I still don’t rightly care where I sleep. You got me all excited to sleep on the floor as a tiger. Imagine what the maid will think when she walks in. . . .” Karlee smiled at the thought, then opened her eyes to look at Marcus. “Not that I would actually do it. . . . I hate dealing with animal control.”

TAGGED: Marcus WORDS: two eighty two OUTFIT: Here +jeans NOTES: Ugh, sorry for the wait. Vacations are killer sometimes on the muse haha. 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 didn’t feel the least bit insulted at her declining him offering the bed. If she felt more comfortable sleeping as a tiger on the floor, then thats her deal. Although the thought did cross his head, being like an old woman, he uses the bathroom a million times in the middle of the night, and didn’t wanna get mauled by an overgrown feline for stepping on its tail in the dark. The subject of his briefcase was then brought up. Well, she would have to see what was in it anyways. Marcuss grabbed it, and slammed it up on the table. He rolled the combination lock numbers around, and popped it open with a loud click. He took out a single crucifix, and set it on the table. Next, he laid out several vials of holy water. From Karlees’s view, all she would see him pull out next (if she were looking) was a handgun clip. But inside this handgun clip, there were silver bullets. “Well here it is.. the contents.. Also, that coat you were wearing.. it’s lined with silver threads...” Of course her first thought would be that he was hunting a vampire. Wrong. He was now wanted by one for not carrying out a hit. He never knew where she could be, or someone she sent could be. Odds are she’d send one of her people after him. What a spoiled little princess that Romanov was. “Tell me.... What do you know of ... vampires?” He asked the question, half expecting her to think hes even more crazy. Then again, one who can transform into a tiger must hold a belief in vampires. Perhaps she’s encountered one before.

code by crayola, aka anastasia