Two Peas In A Pod [Lyn/Closed]

[Urjasz Volkova]

The survival of many will always justify the death of a few

Fucking wankers. What a bunch of absolute wankers. What was it? Fifty? Sixty fucking years he worked for them? Bastards. And if you're reading this thinking that this is Shaun Sullivan thinking to himself, you're wrong. He was sat in the back of a black Audi and he was cursing his head off at the very people who had pissed him off. Sporting a beard, it was clear he'd been travelling for some time but he had no intention on resting, meeting the crew and so on. He had work to do and so god help him he'd do it. After all he'd waited long enough. Although he was thinking of work, it was not as work like for him as people would expect. He got to get his revenge, dish out his justice. He was doing the world a favour. But already he was growing tired of this Novosi he had been given to guide him through the city. Rule after rule he listed out, boring the hell out of Sully. It was only when they gave him a pistol that he started paying any kind of attention. A gun surely meant that fun was to follow?

Todays target was a small cafe where some regulars were meant to know where some gang member was. If he was being honest, Sully didn't care whether or not they knew. He got to play. Good for him, bad for them. Pulling up outside, Sully and the Novosi got out the car and stood before the cafe whilst the car drove off. Yet more rules sprouted from the Novosi and Sully looked over at him with a blank look on his face, staring him down. With no words spoken, he set off into the cafe, aimed the gun at the first person he saw and opened fire. The entire cafe jumped and then screamed in horror as the body hit the floor with a thud. "Ok, where's the Origin bastard hiding these days?" he called out, looking around the room at the terrified customers. There was no answer from anyone so he aimed at the next person and again opened fire. More screams followed and a few tried to escape, only to be shot one at a time. "I said, where is he hiding?"

Stepping forward over a body, the Novosi tapped him on the shoulder and mentioned that perhaps his method was too extreme. Sully turned, looked at him, put the gun to his head and fired. Turning back to the crowd inside, he continued. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were going to tell me where some Origin guy is. Don't know his name or what he looks like. Don't care if you know. I asked and that's my job. Job well done by me." Patting himself on the shoulder, he then fired another shot at someone else. "Anyone?" he calmly asked, waving the gun around at his side whilst he made a shrugging gesture. A small voice was heard praying for a reason for all this. Unable to contain himself, he waltzed over to them, dancing around the bodies and lent in really close to them. "This happened because you all got labelled as snitches. And we don't like snitches. And the guy with me was a cunt. Deserved it. Fate agreed."

Emptying his magazine, he threw it at one of the last people left and placed a new one in it. Looking back to the praying woman, he smiled and pulled out a knife. With two slow stabs, he cut out her eyes and then cut out her tongue. "You shall never tell on someone again and you shall never witness any crime. Even God can not be told what you know." Turning to face the rest of the people as the woman screamed in pain on the floor, he simply lifted his gun and opened fire on them all, one shot at a time. His gun was soon clicking and he looked around the room. "Damn, ran out of people. Oh well" he chuckled to himself. Sitting down at a table, he nodded to a body slumped next to him and asked "Did you see the guy I want? Yes? No? Ah you couldn't have. You're dead. Well so am I really. Least I think I am." Pondering for a moment, he was starting to get annoyed with the woman's screams of pain.

Standing up, he sighed and stood over here. You. Have. No. Tongue! Why are you still screaming? You sound retarded! Climbing onto the table, he swung his arms a few times before jumping down on her head, ending the screams. "Much better. Like a giant off switch!" he exclaimed to himself. Dancing over to the counter, he picked up a plate and started placing food onto it. Sitting back down, he began eating it, telling the body next to him it was good. Taking a knife from his pocket, he proceeded to cut the body's arm off and started dipping his chips into the stump. With a genuine smile of joy on his face, he simply ate away. His journey had been so long after all! Years of do this and do that. Finally he was getting to be his own boss. Maybe he'd do better than his boss. Nasty way to go, being tied to a post and burned alive. To this day he still boasts having the best ever bbq. Oh the things in life that made it worth it.

And so it begins!

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Whistling a tuneless sound, a pink-haired vampire strolled carefree down a street, cars honking and people shouting out their windows at her as they swerved to miss hitting her and having a lawsuit as well as a court sopena for manslaughter. . . . Well it was a good thing for Lyn people didn’t do stuff that inconvenienced themselves!

At least this time she wasn’t armed as she strolled down the middle of the street, unfettered by the cars that whooshed past hing. her. That might alarm some people, and maybe then they’d hit her. . . but it was always so fun to watch people panic when they saw someone with a dangerous weapon! People sure did have pretty amazing reactions to certain things. Well great. Now she wished she had some sort of power tool or a big knife or something. . . . Well, the night was still young! Plenty of time to find something and then wave it around at people. . . .

She stopped mid-step, back foot in the air, and ignored the yells of angry drivers and their honks. Was that. . . gunshots?

The people walking by some building sure seemed to think it was!

“Ehe!” she squeaked, skipping back across the street, causing one car to stop short, then the one behind that one to crash into it. . . within a few seconds there was a pretty little pile-up in the middle of New York! Boy, the authorities sure were going to have their handfuls tonight! Lyn looked over her shoulder when she reached the sidewalk and giggled, then headed toward the sound of violence and gore.

Reaching the door, she just listened for a moment, a wide smile on her face, and then slowly pushed open the door and peeked her head inside. It was like a moth to a flame, only. . . it was a Lyn to a massacre! Oh it just made her heart flutter knowing that she very well could be witnessing some sort of gang fight or an armed robbery. . . . The possibilities were endless! The only way to figure out what was going on was to go inside, though!

She just shoved the door open, making it slam rather loudly against the wall, and stood there with her hands on her hips. However, they quickly just fell to her side as she stood there and stared at the carnage, mouth agape into a sloppy “o” with her arms dangling at her sides, eyes wide for a few seconds. . . and then. . . .

“EEEEE-AAAAAHHHHHHH!” she screeched, straightening her back and clasping her hands into fists by her chest.

However, it wasn’t a screech of fear.

“While strolling through the park one day. . . in the merry merry month of May! I was taken by surprise. By a pair of roguish eyes. I was scared but I didn't run away!” she sang happily, skipping over some dead bodies. She wasn’t really scared, but that was how the song went, and she wasn’t one to play with a perfectly good song!

Plopping herself down on the chair next to him—after daintily shoving a hunched over dead man onto the floor, giggling afterwards—she leaned back and luxuriously stretched her legs over the table, legs crossed at the knee and one elbow on the table with her chin resting against her palm. “Hey there big boy! Come here often? You know it’s very rude to have a party and not invite me to it!” she said conversationally, her grin stretching from ear to ear, pearly whites flashing behind thin, pale lips.

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Sully! he and Lyn are hanging out at a bar or something and having a grand old time getting acquainted. My post also happens to be 611 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Okay now it's done! let the fun start

[Urjasz Volkova]

The survival of many will always justify the death of a few

There was a strange peace about the place and he couldn't place it. Ah yes. They were all dead. Chuckling to himself, he amused himself as he finished his plate of food. No doubt eventually police would show. He'd just kill them too. If they stopped his plan then they'd be doing something evil. Yes. That's it. They are the bad guys for trying to stop him. Well, that's if they even showed up. No doubt the Novosi had that sorted already. How dull. He couldn't wait for the perks of this new city though. Car. Home. Hell the best thing had to be the swords they randomly got given. For now his trusting knife would do its work and the gun whilst it worked properly. He liked guns, but he found them to be boring sometimes. There was no moment of terror shared between him and the victim, no wonder of would they die. Just bang and they were dead. Or in the process. And it ran of ammo. That was never good. Barely having eaten the last of his food, he heard a loud scream at the door.

With his back to the door, he waited for the usual call of the police or the cry of a witness. His hand hovered over to his gun and he felt the trigger as he prepared to fire. However, he was shocked to suddenly hear singing. Slowly turning, he soon faced a young looking woman in a bright style parading her way into the cafe. He didn't know the song, but he knew she wasn't doing too great at singing it. Not that she cared. She seemed more care free than anyone he'd ever met before. Perhaps she was a Gorchakov worker? Fuck it though. Didn't need her. Another witness to his mission. He watched her place herself beside him and he observed her as she made some random statement about not being invited. With a slight tilt of his head, he pushed the gun to her faced and pulled the trigger. Click. Ah yes. He'd used it all up. "Hmm" he pondered, placing the gun on the table, "You are meant to live. Interesting. Who are you?"

She seemed rather odd, even by his standards and for some reason, that was quite enticing. She hadn't died so there must be a reason for her to live. Sure it was because he ran out of ammo, but it was a clear sign. Obviously the greater good required her to live. He felt no issues with that. There was never an issue if he got a helping hand. Especially from someone who treated the dead like he did. Dropping the cut arm beside her, he offered "Arm? It's fresh. Vampire right?" Turning to face her, he answered her questions. "New in town so that's why I wouldn't invite you. No offense meant. It's clear you're here to aid me on my mission. Who sent you?" The one good thing with all these vampire empire crap was that they always had someone calling the shots and a head to roll when it went tits up. "About all this....they were all junkies. Yep, had to get rid of them. They had a nasty oxygen habit."

Oh you crazy little girl ^^

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

She regarded the gun as. . . well she didn’t regard the gun at all. She continued grinning and didn’t blink or flinch as the trigger clicked. Sure had been a lot of shots she’d heard outside. . . . Not a single thing to worry about! Lyn hadn’t expected anything less from someone who had killed a room full of people. . . witnesses weren’t usually appreciated, were they?

Her smile only widened further as he mentioned something about her being meant to live. Such a thing she said all the time! Bout time someone else realized it too! “I’m just a humble passerby who heard such wonderful sounds of dying and violence and I simple had to come see who was the cause of such fun!” she pointed out, swinging her legs up and over the table so she was sitting in less casual manner, her hands moving to her lap so she could lean against the table, her gaze situated on the bodies laying on the floor.

Ohh what a pretty sight.

A severed arm just made itself at home on the table next to her and she looked at it curiously for a moment before plucking it up and examining it with the faintest of smiles. “Yes. . . yes it is an arm! Aren’t you a smart one!” she teased, her grin growing wider as she shoved her dainty little fingers inside the arm, and with only a little effort pulled the ulna free and just stuck one in her mouth, sucking it free of the blood, but she only fit so much of it in her mouth so the rest of it just stuck out like cigar or something.

“Hmm whazzat?” she muttered around a full mouth, noisily sucking on her bloody bone. Who sent her? He thought she was there to help him? Eh might as well mess with him for a little bit! Maybe she could even get him to hirt her! Maybe. She pulled the bone free of her mouth with a loud pop and said “Oh! Oh. Um. Mark from accounting. Totally.”

It didn’t last long.

“Nobody sent me silly willy walnut head! I was just passing by! The giant twenty-car pileup outside? That’s what I was doing prior to hearing you!” she explained errantly, sticking the other end of the one in her mouth and resuming the noisy sucking.

Lyn’s smile turned into an amused grin, the bone lodged between her teeth. Oh how cute! He was trying to explain himself to her! As if she cared why he’d gone around killing people! D’aww. “Junkies? Oxygen problem? Ohh you so funny!” she said, waving her hand by her head and throwing up some weird accent. “They weren’t junkies, were they? C’mon! Tell your Auntie Lyn! She doesn’t judge!”

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Sully! he and Lyn are hanging out in a bar or something and having a grand old time getting acquainted. My post also happens to be 469 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; crazy! Crazy is an understatement!

[Urjasz Volkova]

The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few

There was something different about this girl to other immortals and he couldn't place it. It wasn't the insanity. That was normal. But there was something.....oddly thrilling about the way she lusted for such chaos. It wasn't a power hungry lust like others would have, it was a simple childlike enjoyment of it all. Had he been listening to the Novosi properly he would have heard them mention someone who matched her description, but he had been too preoccupied with being pissed off. "You find this to be fun? It is simply work. I seek some men and they shall pay for their crimes...." holding a serious face for a moment, a massive grin spread across it. "Who am I kidding? I did it for the kicks." The grin grew as his beard and hair changed shape, becoming clean shaven and now slightly more.....crazed. It was an old trick a wolf had taught him before and it wasn't overally hard for a shifter to do. He soon took interest in her new found love of the limb handed to her and watched as she knawed on it.

It wasn't long until she was trying to fuck with his mind and she made some hollow joke about Mark from accounting. Leaning back, he rolled his eyes, knowing he'd been had. He wasn't some expert hunter like others he worked with, he just did it for the kicks. Whilst doing good. Yes good for the world. "Well that would certainly explain the shite traffic trying to get here. Perhaps they were all slowing down to perv upon you. Humans are so vulgar, don't you agree?" As he made his statement, he mentally took note of it. It seemed like the perfect excuse for a righteous kill. They had been part of a bad batch of humans and needed to be disposed of. Yes. "So your name is Lyn then? My name is Sullivan but everyone calls me Sully. Not sure why but they do. Silly Sully. Sure they weren't junkies. But they died because they would not tell me the truth. Not that it matters. I'd kill them anyway. I once killed a jogger in France just to see if I felt anything. Nope. Just the blood."

Despite her turning up at a very odd moment, Sully felt no need to tell her to leave. He even wondered what she'd do if he tried. She seemed the type not to take it well. "I wish I'd left that woman alive though" he randomly opinionated, pointing to a pile of flesh that resembled a body without a head. "Right old screamer. Would have moaned like anything if I'd fucked her brains out. You're not one of those birds who gets off on having sex about dead people are you? I get the feeling I won't truly know with you." Barely giving her a chance to answer, he suddenly jumped up and picked up the body. "I mean, look at this body. Bet she had some moves on here." With a quick flick of the head, he began to tango up and down the cafe, carrying the hanging body. As he spun the body to do a flashy dance move, the arm came off and the body simply dropped to the ground with a thud. "Ah maybe not. She doesn't seem to know if she's coming or going" he exclaimed with a smile upon his face. Jumping around, he faced Lyn and got close. "So, do tell. What do you do for fun?"

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

“Ahahaha work. You made a funny!” Lyn chimed in, swaying from side to side as she giggled. “All work and no play make Jack a dull boy~”

He admitted his true intentions and she clapped her hands slowly together, eyes closed as if basking in the warmth of some light, grin still plastered on her lips. Then she stopped and abruptly lowered her hand to set her index finger against his nose, other hand in a fist by the shoulder it was connected to. “See! Isn’t it fun to be truthful! You don’t have to lie around Auntie Lyn! Auntie Lyn doesn’t care what you do!” she said, having no real reason to talk about herself in the third person.

She seemed entirely too interested in the fact that he made his beard disappear and she pat his cheeks for a moment. There was no such thing as personal space with this one.

“Ooh! Neat trick! Watch, watch watch. . . I can do tricks! Watch!” she demanded, looking around the table until she spotted a glass of. . . some liquid. She pulled the ulna out of her mouth with another loud pop and then pointed it at the glass. “Now you see it. . . .” She swiftly and not very sneakily knocked it off the table. “Now you don’t! Ahahaha!”

He told her his name and she was up on her feet immediately, slamming her palms down on the table and leaning over it. “Sully! Sullivan! Do you have a short friend who’s name is Mike? Is your job to scare small children in order to harness their screams and their fear in order to power your city? Because that would be pretty darn awesome, Mr. Sully!” she declared rather loudly before she stopped rather suddenly and turned around.

Leaning against the table with her hands still on it, she whispered rather loudly—defeating the purpose of whispering in the first place—“Shh do you hear that? . . . The wind!”

She turned around again and sat in her seat, elbows on the table and chin cupped in her hands, acting as if nothing had happened. “Hrm? Why would I spend my time with a perfectly dead corpse like that! Plenty of things on the inside worth looking at! You ever seen a spleen before? I have. Still didn’t tell me what they do, though! Terrible waste of my time,” she said thoughtfully, averting her gaze to the ceiling as she reminisced. “Or maybe that was their stomach. . . . Eh they all look the same! Pink and blobby.”

When Sully got up and started to dance with the headless cadaver, Lyn sat back in her chair in with impeccable posture and just started clapping her hands, as if to give him some sort of tune to dance with.

And then he broke it. “Pfft! Breaking stuff,” she teased.

With no sense of personal space, she wasn’t put off at all by his proximity to her. Bubbles? The world was her personal bubble! The world was hers. . . she just allowed everyone else to live in it. “Population control!” she responded to his question, giggling before tossing the bone over her shoulder and picking the arm back up. With some effort she freed the radial in the same manner and starting noisily cleaning that one off as well. “A better question would be what don’t I do for fun!”

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Sully! he and Lyn are hanging out in a bar or something and having a grand old time getting acquainted. My post also happens to be 575 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; she's a little passive right now but she's in observation mode!

[Urjasz Volkova]

The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few

As she made her joke about work, he laughed and cried out "That's what I keep saying. But no, Mr Serious Men want to do work ALL the time. They wanted me to work for a century. A CENTURY! And what do they do? They go back on their word. Don't you fret now poppet. I got them back. Oh nice and good." There was a random moment about her being an auntie and he just smiled, nodding with the complete look of "what the fuck?" upon his face. She then proceeded to perform her own trick to which he continued the nodding, this time now clapping as well. With a very sarcastic tone, he clapped loudly, shouting "Oh bravo little miss auntie, bravo." Although he was being sarcastic , he had a strong tone of teasing as well. When she got excited about his name, he got up and started jumping up and down on the spot pretending to be excited like a child, flailing his arms everywhere as he did so.

"Oh please let me be that Sully. Oh please." Stopping mid jump, his face went blank and he coldly stated Peeerlease, I am the nightmare that children have. I am the nightmare that comes into their rooms with their parents' heads and it's me that reunites them." Sporting a smile once more as he sat down, he added "With a smile. Oh always with a smile. You must always give good service with a smile. It's harder to hate someone who is killing you if they are smiling whilst they do it. Science has said so!" Ignoring the wind comment, he soon had a new comment to deal with. It was then he chose to dance, listening to her talk and then clap. Once the body fell, he asked her the questions. Listening intently, up close to her face, he nodded, staring into her eyes as he did so, not blinking at all. BANG! Shouting in her face, he burst into laughter and sat back down. It was an childish thing to do but she seemed to be bringing that side out of him.

"So you like to kill, fuck, dance, paint yourself, run around naked in public, jump of buildings for a laugh, waltz with the dead.... oh wait that's me." With a loud and hyper laugh, he slapped the chair over and stretched. "It's fucking great to be free again! Tell you what, I'll show you another trick!" With a slight run up, he backflipped, shifting into his beast form in the air. Landing with a loud thud, he cracked the tiled floor and immedaitely rose onto his hind legs to show off his size. However he was stopped by the roof and he smashed his head upon it. With a snarl, he shifted back to his human form and sat back down. "Yes. I'm that amazing. And yes, I am naked. As for my next trick, I can make a body part grow....." Lookign around the room, he quickly looted some clothes from a corpse and threw them on. "Honestly, I must go through so many socks doing that" he joked. "So Miss Lyn, do tell me, that when you're not controlling the population, what is it you do?"

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Smiling. Lyn never didn’t smile. Slasher smile, Chesire Cat grin, Devil’s grin. . . smirks, coy smiles, sweet smiles, happy smiles, michevious grins. . . . Smiling! “It takes more muscles to frown than it does to smile!” she quipped, taking the corner of her mouths with her index fingers and stretching them wider in a forced smile that tugged at her mouth. Everything was a big funny joke to her!

“Ooh~ Lyn likes tricks~” she cooed, sitting down and leaning across the counter, her arms stretched in front of her as she pretty much just laid down on it, eyes riveted to her current guest as he shifted into some massive hyena beast. Her eyes were wide and interested, mouth gaping into another sloppy “O.”

Then he hit his head.

Barking laughter was emitted from her as she leaned back in her chair. It was very close to a hardy seamen laugh, only it was from a small woman. She was laughing so hard she actually pushed her chair over. That didn’t much stop her, though. In fact, it made her laugh quite a bit louder and more intensely. “You—you hit your h-head!” she guffawed, finding plenty of humor in what fleeting pain the man had felt when he decided to headbutt the ceiling.

Getting up, Lyn wiped her eyes free of the tears that her laughing fit had engendered. The hyena man was definitely very naked, but it wasn’t the first time she’d naked person before—she herself would, in fact, get naked in public if she was feeling like she needed more attention than what she was getting—so she made no—“Hehe. I can see your wiieeeennneerrrr~” she sang immaturely. Okay so she made a remark. That simply threw her into another giggling fit and she held her arms around her stomach as if she was trying to keep her sides from splitting.

He asked her once against what she did for fun and she just grinned.

“RIOT!” she shouted, picking up the entire table she had been sitting at. Getting a running start, she stopped abruptly at just the right time and sent the table flying through the window in a shower of broken glass. Just as she timed it, someone walked by the window and got a face full of table. Sirens had started to blare in the distance, responding to the pile-up in the middle of the road, and Lyn jumped through the broken window, landing on top of the table now sitting on the man, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

Looking around, she grabbed a person gawking at her and lifted them over her head, earning several shouts from them. “Let’s start a riot! A riot! Let’s start a riot!” she shouted, throwing the man through the other window. He didn’t make it all the way through, though. He hit the window and all of his momentum just left, leaving him hanging halfway in and halfway out of the window.

“Aha! Hahaha! Ha!” she laughed, turning around and backhanding someone who grabbed her by the shoulder. They ran into someone else who had just been walking, and they decked the guy in the head. That started a fight, and when some people tried to break it up, they only got into the fight and soon enough Lyn had herself a pretty little street fight! Some of the people who had been there in the first place came at her, trying to reprimand her for being such an instigator, and she grabbed the nearest one to her and bent them over, burying her fangs in their neck. Fresh blood always tasted better than dead, cold blood!

Around her, driven by the mood and animosity in the air, more and more people started to get into a fight. It certainly was close enough to a riot, and when she was done feasting, she just leaned against the wall of the bar and admired her work, letting the woman she’d grabbed fall to the ground in a twitching, shock-filled heap.

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Sully! he and Lyn are hanging out in a bar or something and having a grand old time getting acquainted. My post also happens to be 678 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; thought I'd try to make things more interesting.

[Urjasz Volkova]

The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few

It was almost as if she'd suddenly taken a massive amount of energy, mixed it with more energy and then forced it into herself. Remark after remark she made, but she seemed to be building up to something more. With barely any time to register her cry of riot, he was dropping to the floor to avoid a table flying towards him. There was a loud crash and she was straight out into the street causing chaos. Had he been anyone else he would have used this moment to leave but he watched her for a moment, simply enjoying herself. It looked like good fun. And he could hear the police coming too. He was up for a fight. Taking his knife, he powered out into the street and began to crazily slash at people's throats. One by one they all went down. Holding the blade as if he was punching someone, he would punch them and then slash the throat as they fell backwards. How he wished he had a sword in that moment. It would have been perfect for just cutting down people.

By now the chaos was far too large for any Novosi intervention and they were steering well clear of it. To them it was down to her and it was not their problem. If Sully wanted to join in, so be it. Leaving the area, Sully was well and truly left to his own devices. Blue lights soon lit up the streets as police vans pulled up, riot police pouring out of them and establishing a line. Beating their sticks against their shields, they began to move forward. Sully spotted Lyn standing to the side of the riot and he shouted across at her. "What you doing over there? You're missing all the fun!" Turning to face the police, he roared a war cry and ran straight for them. Despite preparing for his assault, a group in the line were thrown back as he slammed into them. Stamping on one's neck, he began to slash at the throats, dodging and diving between the swinging sticks and jabbing in between the armour. Taking one stick from an officer, he began to hit them so hard that they would fly across the street.

Everywhere he looked there was fighting and he wanted to kill more. He had waited in the shadows long enough. He didn't need the Gorchakov's. They needed him. "Fuck it" he declared, shifting into his hyena form. Letting out a loud roar, he began to laugh with the classic hyena laugh. The entire riot came to a standstill and they stared in fear. After a pause, claws extended and he simply began to cut his way through the crowds, throwing people across the street and through the crowd. People soon started fleeing instead of fighting and Sully was too involved in killing as many as he could to see what Lyn was up to. It was a scene from a horror film; the street literally ran red with the colour of blood. After deciding that he'd kill enough, he shifted back to his human form, soaked in the blood of his enemies. "Plenty of spleens to look at Lyn. Plenty of everything to look at" he laughed, his hyena laugh making its way through towards the end.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

It wasn’t long before Sully came out from the bar, brandishing a knife. Her smile grew to a grin and she lifted her head when he spoke to her, head cocked to the side. “Missing all the fun? I have a front row seat,” she said quietly to herself, the playfulness leaving her voice despite the smug, amused grin stretching her lips. It was darker, it was quieter, it was almost like she was someone different.

Slowly, her playful and amused grin into a sinister smirk. Eyes wide open, head high, she just watched the chaos she had caused fondly. Lyn would have settled for a brawl, but things were falling much quicker into place with the hyena charging around and taking lives. The cops showed up and her grin grew wider, pearly whites flashing in the light. Yes. . . yes this was all just perfect. Everyone would hear about this. Everyone. They’d all know what was going on in New York, who was there. . . . Yes. Yes it was perfect.

Then Sully shifted.

“Dance. . . dance,” Lyn muttered, lowering her head so her hair fell over her shoulders. “Dance!” No one could hear her, they were too busy dying. Too busy screaming. Too busy running. Too busy gawking. This couldn’t have possibly gone any better than how it was going right now.

Yes. Yes it had been a wonderful serendipitous find when she’d walking in on Sully.

How were they going to explain this hyena? All the deaths? People would know of the underworld soon enough if she had anything to do with it!

Head down, face shadowed, it was still obvious that she was grinning a true Cheshire grin. Her shoulders shook with silent laughter that grew more and more crazed as she built up. Beneath the long tresses of her hair, she knew her life goal was going to come to fruition if she stuck with this massive, blood lusting hyena. The perfect society. . . the perfect world as she saw it. It would all be hers. . . it was happening right in front of her eyes. Her expression fell into the perfect slasher smile and she tilted her head back and laughed maniacally.

You can’t spell “slaughter” without “laughter.”

She had done this. All of this! Her pawns danced when she said dance. . . and dance they were doing. . . with such little instigating. It was perfect.

Perfect.

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Sully! he and Lyn are hanging out in a bar or something and having a grand old time rioting and stuff. My post also happens to be 410 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; and it all starts falling into place. . . .

[Urjasz Volkova]

The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few

For someone that had so much energy one moment, she was suddenly very still. Although he was a telepath, he was only limited to shifters and it annoyed him as he wanted to see how her mind worked. His own enjoyment of the moment was ruined when he was tackled by a heavily armoured riot officer and he found his face being pushed into the ground. With an angry growl, he grabbed the man by his throat, flung him over onto his back and began to fiecely tear into his throat with his teeth. Claws extended, despite his human form, he began to violently slash the officer until he was sure he was dead. Standing up, he looked around and couldn't see any one else moving. Just the still bodies of so many people. It had been a test and they all failed. Twisting around, he ran straight at the nearest police van and tore off the door. Inside was all sorts of weapons, some police and some confiscated. "Oh you've got to be kidding me" he cried out, picking up a sword from the side.

Swinging it around, claws retracted, he pretended to be a ninja and was doing stupid little moves. Taking some of the police riot gear, he put it on and went about looking for survivors. Standing over a dying man, he placed the blade to the man's neck and posed like he was about to play golf. Lifting the blade up high, he cried "Four!" and swung it at the man's neck. He missed and instead smashed the man's face in with the blade, making quite a mess. With a taunting skip and dance, he made his way to his next victim, loving the fear in their eyes as he approached. Picking them up, he placed them against the front of a van and held the blade to their throat. "Swiiiiiiiing badda badda" he called out as he smashed the blade into their face. Making his way from person to person, he hacked and slashed down at any remaining people. He wasn't even sure how many lay dead. It certainly wasn't a small amount. Ah well.

Jumping in front of Lyn, he stuck the sword on the floor and proclaimed "Well that was fun. What's next?" Getting up close and personal to her, he gave a cheeky smile and added "Are we going to get it on? I do, ohhhhh I do so hope so." Stepping backwards, he spun around and admired his work. "So long I've wanted to come show people the true nature of our world. They convinced themselves that they were good people. But no, they are simply bits of meat held together by bits of bone." Scooping up handfuls of blood, he turned and splashed Lyn with blood. Giggling like a child, he clapped his hands together and repeated it. "You created this. You need to have some blood on your hands!" he teased, flicking the remaining blood from his fingers. By now the blood from the first few kills was staining onto his body and it was all in his hair as well. If anything, he was lucky the Novosi didn't have to clean it up.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

He continued the slaughter with no sign of letting up and she just watched it all happen from behind her veil of hair, holding still as a statue now that her laughter had let up at last. The Devil’s Grin remained on her face, and she looked to the side for a moment when she heard the moaning. Someone had managed to escape, but at the rate Mr. Sully was going. . . that wasn’t going to last long.

Smiling turning less murderous and more mischievous like the normal one she normally sported, she uncurled her arms from over her chest and she kneeled down by the groaning man. It was the one she’d stepped on under the table, so she left the table off of him and slowly hauled him to his feet, smiling wider as he pleaded with her, glancing from side to side and looking more and more terrified as he saw exactly what was going on around him. Lucky for him he’d been unconscious for a few minutes.

“Shh-sh-shh,” she cooed, gently stroking his cheek. “Don’t worry, darling. . . . You’re gonna be okay so long as you can tell everyone what happened. It’s no fun if someone doesn’t tell on you.” Smiling warmly, she straightened the man’s shirt for him and then stepped away from him.

When he didn’t immediately start running, Lyn tilted her head to the side and continued to smile reassuringly at him. “If you don’t go, he’ll kill you. Please, run,” she said as sweetly as she could, looking pointedly at the man who had found a sword. The lucky human looked from Lyn to Sully, then back again. Lyn made a shooing gesture with her hand.

He started backwards, then turned sideways as he ran before turning all the way around and started to sprint. Lyn watched, making sure her pet made it off scene safely before turning back to watch her masterpiece unfold.

Once he’d run out of survivors to finish off, he trounced over to her and she smiled widely, the warm smile replaced with her wide, playful grin. To think. . . she could cause so much trouble for one little block without having to do much of anything. She’d thrown a table and one person, and look what had happened? It would have been a tad bit more entertaining to watch the humans beat the living out of each other, but this had been entertaining on its own merit.

She was a tad bit disappointed that he had killed everyone, but one little man was plenty enough to tell the world what had happened.

And Sully. . . was it really this easy to manipulate one person? Humans were easy, but she hadn’t expected something inhuman to be so easy! Control. . . control was what he lacked, where Lyn could control herself when she wanted to. She could have joined in on the massacre just as easily as she stood by and watched like a play writer watching their creation finally come to life.

Blood splattered onto her face, but she didn’t blink or even register that it had happened, merely smiling and cocking her head to the side, entirely too amused by how this had turned out. She had slipped into a different persona for a few minutes, letting him run off his high for a little while. She had to have control over herself in order to have control of any situation. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, big boy. As for what’s next. . . .” She glanced around, her smile getting bigger and happier, then she tapped his nose and skipped around him.

“He walked along so daintily, moving as graceful as can be. His legs were like the trunks of trees, I hardly came up to his knees. He looked at me again, and I knew we would be friends. He's just a little bigger than me!” she sang happily, dipping down and dragging her hand across a corpse, saturating her fingers in blood.

Sticking each finger into her mouth and sucking off the blood, she kneeled next to someone and examined their hand. Letting the last finger pop from her mouth, she grinned and said “Finger lickin’ good,” before snapping off her finger of choice and dancing merrily toward a large, brick wall. Planting one foot on the wall, she shifted her weight and started to walk up it before kneeling down on all fours as if she was on the ground. She scribbled with the bloody finger, squeezing it a little now and again to more of the blood out.

Shifting her weight again, she fell to the ground and took several big steps backward before sticking the severed end of the finger in her mouth to suck out the rest of the blood. Smiling around the finger she planted her hands on her hips and admired the big sign she’s written on the wall in blood:

LYN + SULLY WERE HERE

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Sully! he and Lyn are hanging out in the streets and having a grand old time rioting and stuff. My post also happens to be 834 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; hurray for. . . subtlety?

[Urjasz Volkova]

The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few

Pouting, he was disappointed with the lack of response from her. She seemed to be in a world of her yet then sprung back into the curious little character he'd previously just met. Once more she was singing a curious song, but not one he knew. He began to wonder if she was one of those bi-polar types, swinging back and forth from emotions. She certainly seemed the type all right. Not that it bothered him. Could be a laugh. She proceeded to write upon the wall and he simply stood watching her. When she was done, he sarcastically went "Awww, isn't that sweet?!" before jumping up to Lyn. Grabbing her head by the cheeks, he kissed her hard on the lips and spun away with his arms in the air. "IT WAS TRUE LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT! SHE COULD NOT DEFY ME! Something, something......AWESOME!"

Spinning around to face Lyn, he had a grin upon his face and he struck a pose. "Don't I look dashing? Who could refuse these cheekbones...." Slapping his hands upon his arse, he continued "....And these cheeks. Mmmm yeah." Suddenly taking several strong and large steps over to her, he stood less than an inch from her face. "So do tell miss auntie Lyn, why you sent away the fat man. The fat man that will be cut up. The fat man who made the mistake of running straight towards a group of Russian vampires. The fat man who is now dead." All of a sudden he stopped and stepped backwards, grinning madly. "And so the pretty girl starts the fight, steps aside and let's the world burn itself to the ground." Tapping his head, his smile turned to a smug smirk. "I'm onto you little miss."

Looking around the place, he started to dance on the spot. And he was surprisingly good at it. "But I don't care. Yiou use me. The vampires use me. You all think that I'm a fool and that I won't be the winner in this all. But I do win. Don't you see? I get to have my fun and then you people tell the world it had a reason. I am the good guy in all this. My actions are good because you make them so!" Stopping his dance mid move, he froze and then went back to his normal stance. He felt rather smug with himself. She had tried to play him. But he knew better. He'd spent half a century playing the heads of people using him. He only classed it as being used if he got nothing out of it. "So you used me. That means you owe me. And what can Miss Auntie Lyn do for a lonely little hyena?"

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

there's more than meets the eye

symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and

Someone was riled up. It was safe to say Lyn was entirely too amused by it all as well. It wasn’t often you found a kindred spirit! But she couldn’t help but feel a smug sense of satisfaction that it was her doing. He was feeding off the energy she effortlessly exuded. It seemed that the monster inside that man had taken over quite a while ago. . . it made him less than her! She was his better—well, she was everyone’s better.

True to character, Lyn never lost face when he told her that her little pet had probably been stopped by some Russian gang members or something. If he expected her to be upset, he would be disappointed to see the glee in her expression at the light of this news.

Russians! Vampires! Russian vampires! A new challenge! Someone who would rise up against her, make things more fun, more interesting. More people to crush, more people to defy, another authority to crush. . . . The trumpets of war were blaring in her head and her eyes narrowed and her grin turned into a sadistic smirk. The only thing missing from the image was the wringing of her hands and the dark chuckle.

Her head snapped to the side to look at Sully and the visage was gone, replaced by the childish smile and wide eyes. Lyn lifted one hand and chewed innocently on the nail of her index finger, turning her body from side to side and lowering her head, as if she was a small child who had just caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to. “Ohh, you’ve caught me, haven’t you?” she said in regards to stepping back and watching the world burn. She couldn’t very well stand in the middle of the fire and expect not to get incinerated, could she?

“Used you?” she repeated with a sly giggle, pulling the finger from her mouth. She had sucked it dry so had resorted to just gnawing complacently at the end in her mouth. “My dear Watson! How could I have possibly known that by starting a fight mob mentality would kick in? And how did you expect me to have predicted that you would charge in head-first? Did you really expect little old me to have known all of this was going to happen? I’m too pretty to be that smart, silly willy walnut head.”

Her evil-scientist smile returned for an instant. “I merely set you free. I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to, did I? I didn’t tell you to do anything. You did it on your own. Telling yourself that I used you is merely to. . . justify what you did.”

Tossing the finger over her shoulder—it lightly tapped against a wall with a wet thump before falling to the ground—Lyn placed a hand on her hip and cocked her to the side, giggling. “You don’t need a reason to do anything except that you simply can. Any justification you can come up with is only to make yourself feel better. If you have the power, you do with it what you will. I thought maybe you enjoyed what you did. . . but attempting to make justification for your actions means you feel remorse. Regret.”

Still smiling, Lyn shook her head and turned around. “Disappointing,” she whispered with a mischievous smirk, her back to him. Lyn looked back over her shoulder and started to skip away in an exaggerated manner. “I showed you a good time! Auntie Lyn owes you nothing~” she said in a sing-song voice, dancing and twirling around the bodies in the street, heading off to do. . . something. The night was young, the possibilities were endless.

In afterthought, she stopped and looked back at him, smiling encouragingly. "I hope you do win, Sully! I’ll be rooting for you!”

She stopped abruptly and in a flash was pressed up against the window of a now-empty shop. Nobody around! She didn’t care how big that Russian gang was. . . New York was a big place with probably a million people at least. Someone saw. It was a matter of time before it was in the news.

“I WANT IT!” she shouted, flitting inside the shop with inhuman speed and came gratuitously out of the window in a shower of glass, carrying an electrical hedge trimmer. The blade itself was three and half feet long covered in sharp crisscrossing blades. The switch was flicked and the thing whirred to life. It was no near as loud as the chainsaw she had lying around in her secret lair, but the crisscross action of the sharp triangle blades would definitely cause some damage.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird

well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Sully! he and Lyn are hanging out in the streets and having a grand old time finding new toys. My post also happens to be 792 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Uh oh. shit's getting real! She found a power tool.

[Urjasz Volkova]

The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few

Damn she was a hard one to get to. He had no real reason to maintain being friendly with her, yet she did not with him either. And considering that she had caused so much mayhem she was certainly capable of it. Once more she presented herself with a speech for him and he nodded his head in a silly manner, rolling his eyes as if he was being lectured about the same thing for the hundreth time. "BOOOOOOORING" he declared as she finished. "Sully is a good boy. Sully is just having fun. I feel no regret, no remorse. They are dead because that's the way things are meant to be. I do as I want and what I want is what fate intends. The only reasons for their death is because fate wanted them and I got to be the lovely chap to send them his way. And so what if I felt those emotions? I get to feel the good ones too! I was once cursed with being one of them. And now I get to play my games. Sure I just did as I wanted, but I've wanted half a century for this day. It's all so perfect!"

Not one to miss the small details, he heard her whisper and immediately flashed before her. "This was not a test. I did not do badly. It was a game. And I won. Not, I won okish, I won full stop. I always win. Even when I die, I get to win!" Not that she seemed to care. She was up against a window in a flash, and he spun around to see what the fuss was about. Skipping over to her, he was suddenly sprayed with glass. "Do you mind?!" he protested, wiping glass off the armour, "I just got this!" Once again a smile presented itself on his face and he suddenly pretended to be a swordsman, flicking the sword of the ground with his foot to his hand. Making a few pretend swings at her, he stuck the sword in a body and made his way into the store. "What to have.....what to have" he half said to himself. Pulling some meat off a body, he walked around, looking at everything, chewing away merely on the meat. It was like a sick immortal shopping spree.

There was a loud "OH YES YOU BEAUTY, DADDY'S HOME!", followed by the noise of an engine. After what felt forever, he slowly drove out on a lawnmower, meat in mouth, dancing on it, clearly pretending to have entrance music playing over the top of this moment. Making his way forward, he was bumped up slightly as he ran over his first body. Simply moving to the next, he drove around, finishing his meat and cutting up more bodies. "It's like a new kind of slush puppy" he remarked with obvious joy in his voice. Sure he had been had slightly by this vampire, but he was having fun and he had to admit that to her. He didn't know what her aim was but he didn't care. He was better at having fun than she was. He liked to wait years to suddenly explode. Well it was a game anyway. He had played and he won! Next game please! Looking at Lyn, he smirked and thought to himself that she would be an interesting conquest. Driving past her, he leaned back and smiled in the most stupid manner he could.