a night to be broken /closed/

[Trinity Keating]

you felt the coldness in my eyes
it's something i'm not revealing

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People think they completely understand a person but then the person they think they knew goes and stabs them right in the back. A figure leaned against the wall smoke curling out from between their lips. Clouds moved in front of the moon and the figure was encased in darkness, but not seconds later they clouds fled and the figure stepped forward. The figure turned out to be female, one that puffed on a cigarette and determined the fate of the man kneeling before her. The female held herself in a cool collective manner. She didn't care what happened to this man because she was going to walk off this roof alive, but this man was not so lucky. He was some low life she found and her urge to kill had spiked and he just happened to be around when she needed to quench it. The female took another long drag from the cigarette and let the smoke slowly escape her mouth. Lifting one finger she motioned for the man to come closer but he resisted. How funny. Resistance. Her lips curled up slightly at the corners as she reached out and grasped his arm. Of course the man flinched away but she held him firm in place as she turned his palm up. Despite his pleas for her to stop she still took her cigarette and put it out right in his palm. The man couldn’t help but scream at the pain and the female only grinned. Pulling him forward her lips claimed his as she shut him up with a kiss. No need to have unwanted guests, she mused as she dug her teeth into his lip. Warm sweet blood flowed and she lapped it up. When his cries had died down to a whimper she released him and stood back on her feet. A slight wind had picked up and red strands blew in her face.

The female’s lips parted and she leaned closer to the man, who in turn shrank away from her. A sly smile crossed her face as she pulled back. That smile stuck on her face as she turned and looked out over the edge of the roof. Her gaze drifted back of to the man who was gingerly nursing his hand. Oh how priceless. The silver glint of metal caught the moonlight and a cry escaped the man. The female placed a finger to her lip as she faced the man with a knife in her hand. His eyes were wide and he looked no older than fourteen. He couldn’t be a man, but in her eyes he was like every other man. Looking one hundred percent predatory the female stalked closer to the man. His whimpers grew louder as she backed him to a wall. By now he was standing up with nowhere to run but off the roof or into a blade. The female’s sly grin had turned into a twisted and sick grin. Their eyes locked and his choice was made. Before the female could lunge at him, the man launched himself over the edge. The female pushed off the wall and looked over the edge. His broken and bloody body lay below. He was dead and the kill was not made by her.

"Well now that fucking sucks."

Her voice was cold and cruel as she kicked a rock over the edge and turned away. At least she had the pleasure of seeing his fear. A shudder passed through her as she leaned back against her wall and pulled out another cigarette. With her knife carefully hidden away, she lit up the cigarette and took a long drag. No big deal. She’d wait until someone else showed up. She was good at waiting for what she wanted. The female took another long drag from her cigarette as she pulled her foot up to steady herself against the wall. She'd been here a year already and had quietly caused fear for some but now she would cause fear in everyone. This little place wouldn't know what hit them by the time she finished with them. They'll be out of their minds.


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status;;[/b]complete
vocab;;[/b]six ninty-two
muse;;[/b]pretty good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b]mara nyx
domain;;[/b]roof of the hardrock
wardrobe;;[/b]here
credit;;[/b]coding by meh and lyrics by the used[/size]


[/font]

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

MISS MARA NYX

→ MAKE YOU THINK IT'S TRUE IT IS ALL AN ILLUSION ALREADY BEGUN
IT ALREADY HAS BEGUN WELCOME TO THE BLACK MAGIC SHOW THERE'S NO ROOM HERE ←

A grin spread across Mara’s face as she sat perched on the back of a bench, seated on the seat part, but the backrest, her feet on the seat. Flanking her was a beautiful barn owl, his white face trained on the passersby that return it’s souless gaze with uneasy glances, wondering what it was doing next to this woman. The bird of course was Mara’s. It gave a shrill cry and took off, swooping into the sky and soaring over a building. It circled there for a moment before taking off into the night to hunt. Mara’s grin widened and she swung her legs over the back of the bench and came to stand, straightening her jeans and top. “What have you found for me?” she whispered to herself. The tide of people continued to pass by her and Mara started to follow the crowd, headed toward the building her little pet had so kindly led her to. Meanwhile, the owl returned to the building and perched across the roof from the red-head and shifted on his perch, head tilting this way and that as those large black eyes stared at the woman as she played with her toy. Hooting, the owl took off again as the boy screamed. No one seemed to notice this, and the owl just soared over the city, his wings making nary a sound as he searched out his mistress.

The building was across the street. Mara didn’t bother looking before she crossed the street. A car horn blared and turned to face the vehicle. Breaks squealed and the car wiggled dramatically. Mara just smiled and leaned forward, placed her hand on the hood of the car, and poll-vaulted over it. Landing safely on the ground, she continued across the street. In order to avoid any further scene, the vampiress walked around the corner and became swathed in shadows. People ran around the corner and peered around for her, but she was gone, and there were several very confused people on the street she had been. In an adjacent alleyway, Mara reappeared, grinning and looking over her shoulder at the people, then looked back up at the building. . . in time to see a body fall. Mara actually looked surprised for a few seconds, and then she was in shadow again, looking up at the woman who had either pushed or thrown the man from the building, and her smile returned. Of course the woman had no clue that Mara was even there. The woman pulled back from the ledge and Mara became visible again, nudging the boy on the floor with her foot. Next thing she knew, a rock was falling toward her. Mara snatched it out of the air with a flick of her arm and then threw the rock back up on the roof, where it bounced and clattered noisily, rolling back toward the woman. And then, Mara was gone again.

→ NOTHING YOU CAN DO THIS IS CALLED THE BLACK MAGIC SHOW ←

→ STARRING Natala
→ COUNTING 491
→ LOCATION An alley by Hard Rock
→ WEARING Here
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Muse

[Trinity Keating]

you felt the coldness in my eyes
it's something i'm not revealing

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Smoke once again curled up from her lips. The sweet sounds of the city washed over her as the female took another long drag of her cigarette. She was the queen of this place. It was her domain and no one elses. A place where she ruled the underworld by fear. Humans knew her not by name but by title. Back in Chicago, she was the Lake Michigan Butcher. Now she was here in New York and slowly this place was learning to fear her. Bodies would appear and then the media would go crazy. The only thing that was different from Chicago to here was that the female was far more careful. Everything was carefully planned and then carefully taken care of. The female took a long drag from her cigarette and let the smoke curl about her head.

"This is nice."

She tilted her head back and let the light of the moon wash over her. A state of bliss seemed to settle within her. It was familiar and warm. The feeling she got after experiencing a kill was one she would never forget. A clattering sound filled her ears and her eyes flashed open. Ocean blue orbs scanned the area and to her surprise there was a rock on the roof that hadn't been there a few seconds ago. In fact it was the same rock she had kicked over after the man jumped the edge.

"What the fuck."

The female growled taking a drag on her cigarette before she headed over to the edge of the roof. There was nothing there. Just the kid that had jumped earlier. No surprise there, btu why had the rock come back up? Annoyance flittered across her face as she flicked her cigarette off the roof and headed for the door. Moving with the grace and ease of a predator, the female pulled open the door and headed down off the roof. She weaved through the crowd of people that had gathered and exited the building. There was a slight breeze that blew the crimson strands aroudn her face. Looking around the female slipped into the alley and examined the body of the kid. He looked dead enough. A slick smile crossed her as she dug through his pockets and kept whatever he had.

"Finders keepers buddy. Hope you enjoy hell."

The words were cold and harsh as she pulled out another cigarette and lit it up. The smoke rose up through the alley and seemed to dance lightly. The female grinned showing all her teeth as she made her way out of the alley. Time for the next victim. Someone else to statisfy her own needs. This night would be so much fun.


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status;;[/b]complete
vocab;;[/b]four fifty-four
muse;;[/b]pretty good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b]mara nyx
domain;;[/b]roof of the hardrock
wardrobe;;[/b]here
credit;;[/b]coding by meh and lyrics by the used[/size]


[/font]

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

MISS MARA NYX

→ MAKE YOU THINK IT'S TRUE IT IS ALL AN ILLUSION ALREADY BEGUN
IT ALREADY HAS BEGUN WELCOME TO THE BLACK MAGIC SHOW THERE'S NO ROOM HERE ←

The vampiress waited patiently, standing with her back against the wall, legs crossed at the ankle, one arm around her stomach, and the opposite hand at eye-level as she looked over her nails—recently manicured with black coloring. She tilted her head back to look up in time to see the auburn-haired woman peering over, trying to see who had tossed the rock back over the edge. Of course she wouldn’t find anything, even though Mara was right there, standing not but three feet away from the body of the man who had gone over the roof. The why and the how wasn’t important—Mara was smart enough to realize that this woman had been the cause of it, and she really wanted to know more about this woman. A pretty little test would probably due. The woman disappeared again and Mara waited.

Patience was something Mara was good at when she forced herself to be. It took that woman nearly eight minutes to get down the stairs. Had she just walked on by, she would have been stalked most likely. But she turned into the alleyway and proceeded to examine the body, nudging it, and then looting his possession. Why not? He wouldn’t need them where they were going. But this was delightful. This woman had no idea that Mara was right there in front of her! If Mara had been a snake, she would have been able to bite her. However, she had a much more interesting plan for this woman. Pushing away from the wall, she walked closer to the woman and watched her light up. Hand on her hip, Mara tilted her head to the side, and then grinned a wide smile. Keeping herself invisible was not a hard feat, but this next little game she was going to play with this girl might be a little more tiring on her, just because of the intricacy of the illusion. Closing her eyes, Mara took a breath, then stared at the girl with a serious look, taking a step back so she wouldn’t be run into on accident.

The first thing the woman would hear was a gentle moan. The next thing, right as she started to take a step out of the alley, would be the feeling of something wrapping around her ankle and stopping her dead-on. The feeling itself was actually quite real, not a mind-trick. One of Mara’s little tricks—a string and a weight. But if the woman would look down at her ankle, she would find the hand of the boy she had murdered wrapped around her ankle, his neck craned gruesomely to look up at his killer with pasty eyes already glazed over with death. He opened his mouth and let out a eerie death rattle as he started to pull himself forward with his broken limbs, obviously trying to pull himself up the one who had taken his life, a trail of blood following after him from the compound fracture in his leg—his tibia sticking out of his left leg. The scene was incredibly realistic and as far as this woman was concerned, this boy was making his way up her leg, reaching for her face. She would feel every pressure from his hand and hear every sound that he made. . . .

→ NOTHING YOU CAN DO THIS IS CALLED THE BLACK MAGIC SHOW ←

→ STARRING Natala
→ COUNTING 555
→ LOCATION In an alley
→ WEARING Meh
→ NOTES Sorry it took me so long.
→ LYRICS By Muse

[Trinity Keating]

you felt the coldness in my eyes
it's something i'm not revealing

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The sound of moaning hit her ears and it was all to familiar. That sound was one she heard when one of he victims wasn't dead all the way. Annoyance filtered through her as she slowly turned around. The boy that had jumped over the edge of the roof was now pulling his way toward her. The female sneered as the boy wrapped around her legs and making his way to her face. With swift practiced movements, the female twisted away from the boy and he fell to the ground. Once down she walked over to him and with little effort smashed his head in. Blood spurted everywhere and brains got on her shoe, but she didn't care. A twisted smile spread across her face as she continued to attack his head with her foot. The female didn't stop until his head was completely flat.

"Don't ever touch me you sick little fuck."

The female spat at the body and wiped her shoe against the ground to get the blood and pieces of skull off. She took a long drag from her cigarette. She had no patience for games and now this little bastard was really dead. A sound filled her ears and she turned but no one was there. Giving the body one last kick she left the alleyway and headed down the street. The female took a long drag from her cigarette. She was almost sure that boy had been dead. He hit the ground hard and his bones were sticking out. Maybe he was able to survive the fall? The female stopped and look up at the roof of the Hard Rock. No way would anyone be able to survive that fall.

Now she was serious. How had that boy been able to move? Shaking her head and taking a long drag from her cigarette, the female flicked her cigarette at a guy that walked by. He swore and was going to swing at her but the look she gave him made the man stop. The look was full of pure malicious intent. It screamed evil. The coldness that was there was practically inhuman and it was just the way she liked it. With a twisted little smile she left the man shaking and continued down the street.


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status;;[/b]complete
vocab;;[/b]three eight-one
muse;;[/b]pretty good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b]mara nyx
domain;;[/b]streets of new york
wardrobe;;[/b]here
credit;;[/b]coding by meh and lyrics by the used[/size]


[/font]

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

MISS MARA NYX

→ MAKE YOU THINK IT'S TRUE IT IS ALL AN ILLUSION ALREADY BEGUN
IT ALREADY HAS BEGUN WELCOME TO THE BLACK MAGIC SHOW THERE'S NO ROOM HERE ←

Mara watched with a cold indifference and equally as cold smirk as the woman proceeded to smash the man’s face in. Well, his entire head. With repeated trauma and the right kind of weight behind the stomping, it wouldn’t take too much effort for even a human to crush a skull. Mara remained against the brick wall, arms crossed as she watched. There was only a bit of surprise coming from the woman, and that was understandable. This girl had probably been fairly certain that the guy had been dead. And. . . well he was. Hidden behind something to the equivalent of smoke and mirrors. All this human could see was the beheaded body of the illusion Mara had cooked up.

However, Mara couldn’t continue her experiment before the woman was out in public. Mara frowned and stepped away from the wall, breaking the illusion and becoming visible—not that it mattered: Natala was already walking away. The vampires needed to figure out how to continue this for a little while longer. How brave could this woman remain? How well could she save face? Mara looked back at the dead body—the image she had cooked up was no longer there: there was no reason to hold it while the target was no longer there. It would only drain her faster and make it harder to continue her little game. But how was she going to? The public. . . the illusion she had made. . . . The entertained smile returned to the sadistic vampire and she turned to the exit of the alley way. Leaving the dead body there for someone to find later—human, rat, stray dog, whatever—and she strolled with a purpose out into the sidewalk.

Thing is, as soon as Mara rounded the corner, she was headed by the bloody, twisted, and headless body of the dead citizen. Someone screamed and several people turned—and they too scream. There was a flash somewhere, and Mara turned her head to see a young brunette who had a camera on her—not just any camera, it looked like a fairly fancy one. She was either a photographer or a reporter, but it wouldn’t matter. The zombie wasn’t going to show up on camera. At the sound of the first scream, Mara had stepped to the side, standing against a wall. She was hidden by the crowd, so there was no need to waste time and effort on hiding herself.

People scattered. Mara chuckled to herself and sighed. Oh, their fear was incredible. It tasted so sweet and smelled like sweat and tears as people scrambled to get away. Would the woman she was targeting turn to see what was going on? Not like she wouldn’t need to once the headless zombie made it over to her and took a fisted swing at the back of her head. For a headless monster, it sure did have impeccable aim.

→ NOTHING YOU CAN DO THIS IS CALLED THE BLACK MAGIC SHOW ←

→ STARRING Natala
→ COUNTING 492
→ LOCATION On the street
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Muse

[Trinity Keating]

you felt the coldness in my eyes
it's something i'm not revealing

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The smell. It must have been the smell that hit her first. Followed by the sound of blood hitting the pavement. It was one she knew all too well. It was familiar and made her relax. All the muscles within her body seemed to instinctively relax at the sound. Though she had a slight feeling that she knew what it was from. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that her now headless victim was not far behind her. The screams of people filled her ears but she kept walking. No way was she going to turn around. Not that she was scared. God no. She wouldn't fucking get scared. Things got scared of her not the other way around. An annoyance seemed to fill her as she stopped at a corner. The smell of death and blood washing over her and consuming her. If her senses weren't so sharp she would have been struck by his blow. Instinct made her flinch and catch his hand. With little movement she twisted his arm and flipped him over her. He landed on the ground with a loud thump.

"I told you don't fucking touch me. I don't know how many times I have to teach you that but I don't care I will kill you again and again."

A sick and twisted grin was on her face as she drew her knife out. The blade flashed silver in the light. More people screamed and scattered. Not because of the thing on the ground, but because of her. The aura this woman was pushing out was lethal. It screamed death and any normal person would have realized it the moment it came. The female flipped the knife so that it was in a better position. Without even hesitating the female sliced at the body. She kept slicing. Laughter pouring from her as she dismembered him piece by piece. Blood coated her front and limbs flew everywhere. The streets were bare. No one wanted to call the cops. They were to afraid that they would be next. Smart people. In the mood she was in, the female could have taken down half the city.

When she was certain the body wouldn't even think of moving again, the female rose to her feet. Blood coating her face and dampening her hair. But it wasn't any of that. It was the sick laughter that rolled from her. The insane look in her eye as she held the knife. Standing above the body she just let the laughter fill the streets. It bounced off the buildings and wrapped around her. What a wonderful thing blood was. It never ceased to amaze her. Its color. Its texture. All of it was different it didn't matter what they claimed to say. All blood was different. All of it.


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status;;four seventy-three
muse;;[/b]pretty good
chatter;;[/b]none
starring;;[/b]mara nyx
domain;;[/b]roof of the hardrock
wardrobe;;[/b]here
credit;;[/b]coding by meh and lyrics by the used[/size]


[/font]

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

MISS MARA NYX

→ MAKE YOU THINK IT'S TRUE IT IS ALL AN ILLUSION ALREADY BEGUN
IT ALREADY HAS BEGUN WELCOME TO THE BLACK MAGIC SHOW THERE'S NO ROOM HERE ←

Hands in her pockets, Mara walked nonchalantly down the sidewalk, side-stepping running citizens as the scattered around her, unable to see her. If they ran into her, they wouldn’t think twice, but it was a lot easier to maintain the illusion if she wasn’t getting bumped into every three seconds. The body had made it by then, and it’s sloppy swing was caught easily. Mara smiled to herself and continued to walk toward her as if she was just going for a midnight stroll..

The knife was pulled out, but the body wasn’t finished yet. Even as it slashed for his limbs, its hand snatched out and grabbed a hold of her wrist, grip like a vice. No matter how much she pulled on her arm, the woman find it hard to move. And then, the body faded into nothingness. The woman would continue to find it hard to move and she would still feel the hand around her wrist, holding her hard enough for bruising to start to appear. The streets were empty, but Mara didn’t care. This would be all over the news now. Eventually someone would arrive on the scene to do damage control, but unfortunately, there would be no beheaded corpse. . . just the dead boy who had thrown himself off a building.

Mara stood before the girl, her iron-clad grip around her wrist. She was invisible. . . but in a few seconds, she materialized in front of her, an amused and mischievous smirk dancing across her flawless features. In one swift movement, she planted her foot in the human’s gut, the movement untraceable by the naked eye. It was only enough to incapacitate and knock the wind out of her should it land, but that didn’t feel too good no matter how you sliced it. Her hand having released the human’s wrist, Mara placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head, looking down her nose at the girl like she was royalty—and considering the parents she had disowned, she pretty much would be considered royalty where she had come from.

“That was an interesting display, but such blatant and haphazard murder is sloppy and distasteful. A proper outlet for such destructive tendencies needs to be found so people may properly admire your brand of art,” Mara commented, lifting a hand from her hip to look at her nails.

→ NOTHING YOU CAN DO THIS IS CALLED THE BLACK MAGIC SHOW ←

→ STARRING Natala
→ COUNTING 398
→ LOCATION Streets
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Muse