Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Jan 26, 2011 23:49:11 GMT -5
there's more than meets the eye symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and Yes, yes! It was perfect! The place was just simply saturated with beer now! It would be just so easy for the werewolf to set it ablaze! If he didn’t, she would just do it for him! Hunky firemen with big axes for chopping things. . . . Chop chop choppity chop! “Heads will roll, heads will roll,” she chanted to herself, pouring some vodka over the counter while hopping over the body of the dead bartender.
The werewolf approached and Lyn grinned at him, tossing the empty bottle over her shoulder and leaning on the counter with her arm, her other hand on her hip. “What can I get ya, Lambchop?” she asked, playing bartender for a few moments. She did a pretty good job of keeping a straight face while she did it too.
D’aw! He wanted her to stay in the fire! What a grand idea that was! She giggled and pushed off the counter, clapping her hands once, loudly. “Oooh! Fire! I bet the feeling of flesh burning is such a lovely sensation! Well, actually, I know it is!” she squeaked happily, remembering fondly the time she had decided she fancied a walk to the store at three in the afternoon. She’d made it to the store, but not without gaining a couple degrees of burns! Feeding off a couple of single moms had fixed that problem, and she’d dragged another one along with her for the walk home.
He dropped the lighter and Lyn just giggled and watched its progress. Yes, just like the lighter she had on her. “Burn baby burn!” she squealed as the lighter hit the counter, not bothering to make a move for any exits. She wanted to watch the place burn down before she got out of it! Watching the fire spread was like watching a flower bloom. The flames licked across the alcohol, beginning as a blue sheen only to erupt into the traditional red and orange tresses of concentrated heat. . . .
It was beautiful.
Lyn turned slowly to watch the flames spread from the puddles of alcohol to the flammable furniture, watched them grow higher and higher and lick the ceiling. The heat pounded against her skin, warming her cold body to the point where it hurt. . . . It was the most amazing feeling in the world.
The sounds of sirens snapped her out of her own little world and she looked toward the door. The hem of her giant smiley face dress had caught fire, but she didn’t really notice. A grin traced its way across her face and she off like a rocket, not caring where the werewolf had gone. She tripped a couple times trying to get out to where the sirens were, but eventually she escaped by dramatically throwing herself out the window and landing hard on the pavement.
Things just simply couldn’t get any better than this!
a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Saben! he and Lyn are hanging out at the club and having a grand old time creating chaos. My post also happens to be 486 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; There is no getting to this girl.
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Post by SABEN MEINHARD on Jan 27, 2011 0:54:58 GMT -5
The heat from the flames only increased as the fire spread. His inner pyro was very much pleased, and it showed with that grin that stayed on his face from ear to ear. Now the people who were left in the building began to scream again, desperately trying to get up and get to the exits. With broken legs or some other injury that disabled them though, their attempts were futile. The sound of the fire as it roared away, the screams of everyone inside...it was an all too pleasant melody for him as he watched them with their struggles. Anyone who got close enough to the doors, were instantly put down again with a few shots from the gun. After hearing the vampire sing though, he turned his head to the side to look at her. "If you like the feeling of burning flesh so much, you should really stay. I'd be glad to help you out with it." If she was serious about staying, he'd be serious about helping. Just as he meant nothing to her, she meant nothing to him.
Shifting his attention once more, he saw a woman crawling on the floor. Again, she was trying to reach the doors now like everyone else. Calmly walking over to her, Saben came up alongside before placing his foot on her spine and pressing her against the floor. "Hope you don't mind if I carve the turkey." He said to her. He then moved his foot under her gut, kicking her over so that she was now face up. Then he sat on top of her, legs on either side as he straddled her like a horse. After spinning his knife around his fingers for a quick moment, he took a chunk of flesh in his hand and began to cut it free. Just as the woman began to scream, Saben began to calmly whistle a tune. He then switched over to singing it in German, although keeping its peaceful aspect amidst all the chaos around him. When that section of flesh was free, he simply set it down next to him on the ground before grabbing another handful and starting the process over.
Once satisfied with the amount he had, he stabbed the knife through the entire pile and got up off the woman. Then he walked over to an area that was ablaze, pushed his coat sleeve up, and stuck the end of the knife into the fire. It was like his own version of a campfire. Although this one was obviously much larger, and he was cooking human flesh. Again, he began to sing in German, waiting for the flames to perfect his meal. The heat from the fire itself wasn't all that much of an issue to him either. Sure, it hurt, but pain was his friend. Just as he pulled the flesh from the flames and examined it though, he heard the sirens as well. Ignoring them for a moment, Saben smirked and took a whiff of his meal. It smelled delicious! Now satisfied, he used the knife (still hot from the fire too) like a fork and shoved the flesh into his mouth. Pulling it free, he chewed his food before downing it in moments.
"Delicious!" He said, the smirk still on his face. It faded a bit though when he snapped back into reality and heard the sirens again, Turning to look at the door, he saw the vampire rushing over, and took the moment to join her. Usually, he hated it when the authorities arrived to try and ruin his fun. This time around though, he'd have them add onto it. ---------- Tag: Lyn Word Count: 617 Notes: - Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein Template: Ryder
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Jan 27, 2011 21:30:00 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky lready the cops had arrived on scene to deal with the gunshots that had been called in, and of course what came with them were an ambulance and a firetruck. No matter what the call was, if there were injuries, the firetruck always seemed to get on the scene first. It was weird, and. . . a little random, but Lyn was fine with that! It just meant that she didn’t have to wait to get what she wanted from them! “Ma’am! Ma’am are you alright? Is the shooter still inside? How did this fire start?” a fireman asked as he rushed toward her with a police officer. They both helped her to her feet, the cop’s eyes on the inferno of a building. Already some of firemen had the hose on the building, attempting to get the blaze under control since it had just started. Another fire truck was already turning the corner, probably arriving to help out with the blaze and to take care of any of the victims that had gotten out of the building. Grinning, Lyn looked up at them and then back at the burning building. “Well he’ll probably be out pretty soon! I’m afraid he started the fire, too!” she piped up merrily, brushing her clothes off before glancing the fireman over. He was asking her a bunch of other questions, as well, but she was a little busy. There it was! The shiny handle of an axe! Not a big axe, but it was an axe at least! She squealed happily and tackled the police officer, hand on the handle of the axe. The fireman didn’t know what hit him, and the police officer stared for a few seconds at the girl before reaching for her and pulling her off the fireman. It was too late though. Lyn had unclipped the axe from the man’s belt and had it up over her head, cackling with victory as the fireman demanded she give it back. “It’s mine! It’s miiiiiinneee!” she cackled, swinging it at the advancing fireman. He gasped and lunged backwards to avoid the sharp object, and then Lyn swung it backwards and cracked the back of the axe on the cop, making him reel. Wielding her new prized possession, she turned on the cops that had their guns aimed at her. Her grin widened to show her bright teeth, canines elongated. “Let’s play a game!” she bated happily, walking slowly in a drunken gait toward the cops. They called for her to freeze. . . but she wasn’t about to do that. “Freeze or I’ll shoot!” usually meant “Freeze or I’ll chase you until you do!” Besides. . . it had been a while since she had last been shot: Lyn was still unaware that the werewolf that shot her a while ago. The wound had already become the faint line of a scar that would disappear after a while. The weapon in her hand however seemed to be enough incentive for them to shoot. One round was fired off, the bullet hitting her in the leg—a warning shot. Lyn stumbled slightly from the force, but she regained her footing and kept going, not even limping. More shouts of freeze were heard, and one officer wondered if the girl was on PCP or something. Another round, then another, and another were fired off but she kept coming, the wounds healing over—or not healing in the cases where the bullets were stuck in her—until she reached the first cop. He came at her with a night stick but she slashed it in half with her axe, and the buried the blade into his neck. That was when the screaming started. TAGGED: saben WORDS: 620 OUTFIT: Here NOTES: new post template is new :U CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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Post by SABEN MEINHARD on Jan 27, 2011 23:31:37 GMT -5
Stepping over, and sometimes on, numerous bodies, Saben made his way towards the exit. He didn't care if stepped on appendages that just happen to be in his way. Like he'd said before, it was their fault and not his. And with the door already open from the people who had fled, Saben simply stepped outside. After being near the flames for a bit, he was immediately greeted by the cool air out in the environment. Stopping for a moment, he took in another whiff and smirked. He could still smell the blood from people inside, as well as the smell of burning wood. He was pleased with what he'd done so far,but by no means was he done just yet. After smirking at the thought of further chaos, Saben turned on his heel and began to walk towards the front of the building. Gun still in hand, he replaced the magazine in it, just in case he'd need it for whatever reason. He didn't like using it all the time, though in came in handy when taking on a multiple number of people.
Coming around the corner of the building, Saben didn't get too far before he heard a women shriek. Looking up at her, he saw her point an accusing finger at him. "That's him! He was the one shooting everyone!" She yelled, instantly grabbing the attention of the police. Once again stopping where he was, Saben saw the cops rush over and quickly draw their guns on him. They ordered him to drop his own weapon, but instead of doing so, he kept it in his grasp. Raising a brow at them, he wasn't phased at all. "You're all so rude." He said to them, acting as if he were disgusted. "Weren't you taught to say please?" The police seemingly ignored his words and once again ordered him to drop the gun he held. "Say please..." He said, continuing to mock them. This time, they fired at him, aiming at his leg. Knowing that such an action was likely coming though, Saben expected it and dodged out of the way just in time.
For his counter attack, he didn't waste any time as he wielded the knife once more, tossing it towards one of the police officers. It hit him directly in the forehead, sending him crumpling to the ground in an instant. Saben then aimed his gun and fired two rounds, hitting the other two officers. Again, Saben was making predictions, knowing that more cops would likely come after hearing the gunshots. So he rushed forward, getting his knife back in the process. Just then, another cop came around the corner, not expecting Saben to be so close. The man was greeted with a knife to the gut, and then that same knife sliced across his throat. Using his speed to his advantage, Saben darted across the road, avoiding anymore shots that were fired his way. He then made his way into the shadows, the cops now shooting blindly at where he had disappeared. That was the only place they shot at though, and unbeknown to them, he was still moving through the shadows to get closer to a target.
That target was a firemen, who was instantly grabbed from behind when Saben reappeared, and suffered the fate of having his throat cut open. Like the vampire, Saben grabbed the axe he had at his side and made his way back into the open street. Instead of shooting right away though, the cops froze where they were, likely shocked by how fast he had moved. Silly humans and their lack of knowledge! After a second or two though, one of them fired and Saben only moved slightly. Taking the round to his side, he quickly looked down at the wound as it started to bleed. He then poked his finger directly into it, taking a sample of his own blood before tasting it. Again, a smirk formed across his face as he looked towards the cops, who were still surprised at what they saw. "Not bad." He said to them. Then his gaze shifted over to the vampire, and he began to think. Would he help her to kill everyone here? Or would he try and get the cops to side with him and against her, despite what he'd done? Eh, he was his own person, and if the cops sided with him, that meant he'd have to side with them as well to try and help take down the vampire. And as some people knew, Saben didn't take sides.
So he took advantage of the police and their moment of shock and darted away into the shadows again. Moments later, he reappeared by the vampire, swinging the axe at her for his own little form of pay back. ---------- Tag: Lyn Word Count: 818 Notes: - Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein Template: Ryder
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Jan 28, 2011 0:17:17 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky his was her favorite game. It didn’t have a name, but she played it as much as she could. The screaming was like music to her ears as the bystanders decided to just take their leave and scattered. Let them go! More people to tell the world what they’d seen. How this tiny little woman with pink hair had taken numerous shots to the body and kept going, how she’d taken out cops and leapt through the window of a burning building. . . by the end of this those who were left that escaped would tell them how she’d fed off their blood, how. . . how vampiric she had been. The world deserved to know the truth about the world and it was Lyn’s sole mission to make sure that they were exposed. They could try to stop her. They could try to reason with her. . . but it was going to be known whether or not they liked it! Blood simply gushed from the huge dent in the cop’s neck and Lyn just giggled before wrenching the axe free from his neck, a spray of blood splattering across the police officer next to him as well as the front of Lyn’s shirt and the pavement below. A drop landed just close enough to her lips and her tongue darted out between them, drawing it into her mouth. Her grin widened and her eyes flashed open wider, pupils constricted as she slowly cocked her head to the side. “Tastes like cop,” she muttered, her voice sounding strained and a little higher pitched than normal. Shoulder shaking with a perpetual chuckle, Lyn swung around with the axe in her hand and she slashed open a cop’s face and then brought it down on another’s arm, lopping off the hand holding it gun. He cried out in pain and fell to the floor in a heap, holding onto his little nub. A few more bullets were fired at her, a couple just plain missing and others hitting areas that healed over quick enough that they weren’t any worse than the bite of a mosquito to the blood-drunk vampire. The smell was everywhere. . . filling her nose and clouding over her already-messed up mind. The roar of the fire and the smell of smoke didn’t help it any either. “LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!” she shrieked with glee, pouncing on another cop with a night stick and slashing his stomach open. She cackled with glee as he attempted to keep his own innards from becoming outtards, then picked up his baton and turning around with a blur, cracking a cop upside the head with the stick. She had forgotten all about the werewolf until he was coming at her again. Expression crazed and indifferent, she turned toward him eyes flashing, and then just lifted her arm. The blade cut through her flesh with ease, only to stop at her bones. A human’s bones might have fractured under the pressure, but hers just jarred a little bit. All Lyn could do was grin widely at him, unfazed by the pain. Cackling, she swung haphazardly at him with her own axe. “Swing low sweet chariot!” she sang with a gleeful squeal. Assuming he fled like he had last time, Lyn giggled and looked at the large gash in her arm, shoulder shaking as she just chuckled. Leaning forward, she drew her tongue across the gash, gathering a decent amount of blood on it before she let it slip back into place, her own blood slithering warmly down her gullet. “Finger-lickin’ good,” she sneered seconds before a cop cracked her the back of her head with his baton, probably assuming it was going to knock her out. When it didn’t, and she continued to stand on her feet, he backed up. Giggling, Lyn turned around and for a few moments, the man was certain she was taller than him. He was shrinking under her crazed grin. It would have made that guy from the shining quite proud. “Come forth to carry me home,” she whispered, continuing the lyrics from before as she brought the axe down on the man’s face, wrenching it out and adding even more blood to the splatter that peppered her front. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips, and then she lifted the axe blade to her month, dragging her tongue luxuriously across the smooth surface, cleaning at least one side free of the blood that slowly dripped to the floor. “D to the e to the l-i-c-i-o-u-s,” she muttered, grinning wide. TAGGED: saben WORDS: seven hundred sixty seven OUTFIT: Here NOTES: it's more bad ass when you get hurt. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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Post by SABEN MEINHARD on Jan 28, 2011 1:46:50 GMT -5
The smell of blood got thicker and thicker with each passing moment, and soon enough, the humans might've been able to pick up on it. To Saben, it was one of the best scents in the world. In comparison, it was like someone smelling their favorite food as it was cooking. And speaking of favorites, all Saben needed was some cookies, and he'd be that much happier. Ah yes, forget milk and cookies. He much rather preferred replacing the milk with some blood though. Oh, and intestines spaghetti was great as well! There were enough cops and firemen here for him to have numerous meals, and hell, he just might! As far as the vampire, killing and eating her would be a plus, but she seemed very well capable of defending herself. Not that Saben wouldn't fight her. He'd love to, but what kept him from doing so at the moment, were the others around them. Not only would he have to keep them at bay, but the vampire would likely move away from fighting him and start fighting them. She seemed to like moving from person to person.
When the axe he swung hit her in the arm, Saben was quick to pull it back to try and hit her a second time. However, she was the one who acted first, and he saw her weapon coming at him. Doing much in the same as her, he allowed the axe to hit him. The blade dug aggressively into his arm, creating a small spurt of blood in the process. All it did though, was make him smile as the pain quickly turned to pleasure. Ah, the joys of being a sadomasochist. It was because of this, that he didn't have to worry about pain. It was his friend, actually! Well, sorta. Not a friend friend, as in a living, breathing person, but metaphorically speaking. And right now, he was taking in what he could of the pain. That was until the vampire broke away and more cops came after Saben. Raising his axe, he swung at the nearest one and created a huge gash in the man's throat. The cop instantly took a step back, grabbing at his open throat as blood sprayed out of the jugular.
Then he went to his knees, and Saben couldn't help but lift his boot and kick him in the face. After that, he turned to another cop who had swung a nightstick at him. Ducking under it, Saben grabbed his arm and twisted it around. He then went to the axe again, bringing it across the officer's forearm and slicing it completely off. Another spray of the blood, and he stepped back with a scream. "Everyone with their whining..." Saben said. "Just shut up and deal with it." Turning on his heal, he hit one more cop in the neck before making his way back towards the vampire. He wasn't going to leave her alone completely. The persistent side of him wanted her killed, or rekilled, just for the satisfaction and kicks. So he grabbed another axe from a downed fireman, now wielding two of them as he came at the vampire. Once he got to her, he swung both at her in a crossing pattern, going for her throat.
Even just the slightest amount in more bloodshed would please him, the more the merrier. He didn't care if the blood was from the cops, or from the vampire. Blood was blood, it was always good. So while he could shift to werewolf form to further surprise the police, it wasn't always the best option. Quite often, he had more fun in his human form so he could hack and slice away at humans. In wolf form, his options were limited. For this reason, he'd fight in his current form as he also made an attempt to kick the vampire's legs out from under her. ---------- Tag: Lyn Word Count: 666 (LOL) Notes: - Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein Template: Ryder
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Jan 28, 2011 16:33:45 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky t was complete bloodshed and was probably only a matter of time before reinforcements came, at which time Lyn would just cut her losses and skip off to play somewhere else. She didn’t care who you were, if you were by yourself it was hard to handle an entire SWAT team of highly trained professionals wearing armor! Besides, she preferred hand-to-hand weapons over wimpy, cowardly guns so she was relatively unarmed. Even the werewolf would run out of bullets eventually. But until that time when the SWAT team was brought in, she was having a blast smacking people and chopping limbs off! However it seemed as if the werewolf was looking for quite a bit more of a challenge than some police officers. He went after her once more, swinging the axes at him. At that point the cops started to recede, wondering if they could just get one of the two to take the other out so they only had one to deal with while they waited for the reinforcements to arrive. By now the firemen had already gotten the fire under control and had taken their leave, leaving the fighting to the cops and the others. Axes coming at her in a cross chop, Lyn just grinned merrily and lifted her baton, snagging the two axes on it. In the same motion she was swinging at his gut with her axe, using his own forward momentum to carry himself into her blade. As soon as that swing was over she was bringing it up and around to chop down on his shoulder. “Welcome to my game, Lambchop!” she giggled. TAGGED: Saben WORDS: two hundred seventy one OUTFIT: here NOTES: short post, but it'd be pointless to make it longer during a fight. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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Post by SABEN MEINHARD on Jan 28, 2011 22:24:11 GMT -5
The smirk remained on his face, even as his attack was blocked by the vampire. When she swung her own axe at him, Saben dropped one of his weapons and moved his arm in the way of the blade. As a result, it sliced into it once again, more blood spurting from the wound. In no way did he want someone slicing at his gut, with an axe at least. He knew that if she managed to hit him and slice open his midsection, his innards could easily end up on the ground. It seemed fun, but again, he had no intentions of getting himself killed. Yet alone by a vampire. And just as he blocked one attack, Saben had to react again to block another. To protect the area of his shoulder closer to his neck, he pushed himself up on his feet some and the axe hit him in the upper arm. That arm was obviously taking a beating, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Some of the wounds he had were already beginning to heal, despite how much it seemed to upset him.
He liked getting hit with the axe, each blow bringing more pain and thus, more pleasure. When the wounds healed though, the pain faded and the blood no longer flowed. It put an end to that pleasure, until anyone managed to harm him again, or until he harmed himself. And yes, Saben did harm himself at times. Just to get that feeling so he could bask in it. That aside though, he moved on to his counter strike, using the one axe he had to swing it from below and aim for the area under her arm. His foot then went to sweep her leg out from under her again, and if his tactics worked, he'd keep up with a barge of attacks. He knew she could heal just as fast as him, so he'd have to act quick. Meanwhile, he noticed the cops backing up and giving the two of them their distance. However, they still had their guns drawn and pointed at them, just in case they were to lash out. For once, it was a good idea.
Taking on one person got boring after awhile, and more than likely, he'd move back over to attacking the police. That was if backup didn't show up soon, which he was sure they would. And if the SWAT team came, well, they had automatic rifles. Although Saben had never been shot with one, that psychotic side of him was willing to give it try...just, not now. And as the two of them fought out in the middle of the street, he could hear the distant sirens getting closer and closer. Back up was indeed on its way, and if he could hear them, they'd probably get here rather quickly. So instead of keeping up with his attacks, Saben pulled back for a moment and looked at the vampire. "Should we carry this on somewhere else, or would that be a waste of your time?" He said with a smirk. If she was like him, she'd get tired of the same old game. Saben liked to do different things, moving on to new people to kill.
He spoke quietly though, to the point where the cops wouldn't hear him. After all, he was a "suspect" as they put it, and he didn't think they'd just let him run off somewhere. Plus, he didn't really want them pursuing either if they saw which direction he went. Although if they wanted to, it wasn't too much of a problem. Both lycans and vampires had speed on their side, and the police were only human. Keeping up for them, would be near impossible. ---------- Tag: Lyn Word Count: 640 Notes: - Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein Template: Ryder
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Jan 29, 2011 21:52:54 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky here was so much blood! It was just a regular blood bath and Lyn was perfectly content with that! It was almost better than that time she’d hung out with that hyena boy Sully. Almost. Well, it was equally as fun as that time! Only this time she got to brawl with a big “scary” wolfy man! The only way it could have gotten better was if he turned into his big fluffy wolf form! When he swung at her with his axe, she didn’t even bother moving away from it or attempting to stop it. The blade lodged in her side, splitting her torso open with little effort, only to stop at the bones once more. Squealing with delight rather than pain, she dropped her baton and grabbed his arm as he swept the feet out from under her—she probably would have ended up tripping at some point anyway—and tried to just drag him down with her, using her superior—to humans—strength to try to flip him over onto his back as she fell with a playful giggle. “Ashes ashes we all fall down!” she squealed at the same time, pushing up with her feet to shove herself a few feet away, grabbing her little night stick in the process. Where had all the cops gone. . . ? Silly gooses running out on a fight like that! They were missing all of the fun, really. However, the sirens in the distance made Lyn’s cold heart flutter with pleasure. Cackling like a hyena, she turned to the werewolf and cocked her head to the side. “D’aww is da wittle wolfy getting performance anxiwety in front of dis itty bitty wittle cwowd?” she taunted mercilessly, not muting herself at all. Let the world hear. Let them all hear. What did she care if they knew what they were going to do or not? It just meant that she’d get to have more fun when they attempted to prevent it from happening! Improvising was her forte and she rarely ever had any sort of plan, so it never mattered who heard what she wanted to do. “SUEY, PIG PIG PIG!” she shouted, turning toward the cops. Her yellow shirt was stained an ugly reddish brown color now. Turning back to the wolf, she licked the blade once more and grinned madly. “Wolfy, you sure do taste good.” TAGGED: Saben WORDS: three hundred ninety nine OUTFIT: here NOTES: *flails* sorry for the wait CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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Post by SABEN MEINHARD on Feb 6, 2011 12:07:54 GMT -5
Saben never understood why some people passed out at the sight of blood, it was one of his favorite things! That, along with cannibalism and fire, all of which he got to experience tonight. Combining the three just made things all that much better, and he would take in a whiff each time that a breeze went by, taking in the scent of death and blood. If he had the chance, he'd take a step back and admire some of the work he'd done. However, he had his hands tied at the moment. The girl in front of him had grabbed his arm as he attempted to sweep her feet out from under him, and there wasn't all that much that Saben could do. So he allowed himself to go towards the ground with him. Yet just before reaching the ground, he stuck his arms out and pushed towards the side, rolling to get away from any attacks she might throw at him. Instantly, he got back to his feet and picked the other axe back up in the process.
Eyes locked on the girl, he smirked at her words. "You're like me...you love teasing people. How about I permanently carve out your tongue and vocal cords to silence you?" Oh how he'd love to do such a thing. This girl was a major annoyance to him, and to shut her up, would please him greatly. If she wasn't able to speak for the rest of her life, well, that was an obvious issue. It was further proof that sometimes, there were better options than just killing someone. Making them suffer was fun as well, and another game that Saben loved to play. Who knows how many people were still alive, but suffering greatly because of him. Likely numerous, and that thought always brought a smile to his face. Yet when it came to this vampire he was facing, it didn't seem like much could phase her. Sure, it annoyed him, but he could live with it. In his mind, there were always "alternate" routes.
Ignoring her insults towards the police, he grinned once more when she made a comment about the blood on the blade. "And you taste even better. How I'd love to pick the meat from your bones..." Again, it came down to his own opinion. To Saben, vampires were like wine. The older they were, the better they tasted. The young ones weren't that great, yet meat was meat. As a werewolf and a cannibal, he tried not to waste any of it. And speaking of his cannibalism, one of his favorite things to do was carve a person's chest open, and rip the heart out from its cavity. What made it better, was if the person lived through him cutting their chest open. If he felt like it, Saben could easily do it with surgical precision, and he often did, just to keep them alive. If he could just do that with this vampire, he'd be happy enough. He didn't care if she enjoyed it or not, as long as he got what he wanted.
After speaking, Saben took a few steps closer before swinging one of the axes at her throat. The other axe was swung at her waste on the opposite side, so if she tried to dodge to the left or right, she'd get hit with either one of the two, or both. The cops meanwhile, were still keeping their distance and watching. Just what they were waiting for though, Saben was sure...not did he care. This fight likely wasn't going to end soon, and even if it did, he had a feeling that they'd both live through it. So if they were hoping that one of them would die, they were out of luck. Werewolves and vampires weren't always easy to kill, weres especially when they were in their alternate form. However, Saben wasn't going to shift anytime soon. He never went into wolf form much unless he had to, since to him, human form was more fun. In it, you could taunt people and speak to them as you tortured them. ---------- Tag: Lyn Word Count: 710 Notes: - Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein Template: Ryder
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Feb 7, 2011 0:09:08 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky hat? Cut out her tongue and her vocal cords? Aha! The poor, misguided werewolf wanted to silence her! It made the pink-haired vampire giggle and she just waved her hand at him. “Pishwa! No, stupid, they’ll just grow back after a nice, long feeding! Tch, der!” she snorted, bending over slightly and chortling to herself as if she found his idiocy extremely funny. Lyn rolled her eyes and she chortled some more. Wait. Think about this. “But then I’d have a reason to learn sign language! Haha! I bet I could confuse a lot of people like that!” she giggled, chewing on the nail of her index finger. Especially the deaf kids who needed sign language! She could get a job as one of those ladies that signed speeches for the deaf. . . . Ha! Oh the things she could make them think the speech giver was saying! God that would be so fun. Now she just wanted to learn sign language so she could do just that. But then again. . . where could she work at night? Working during the day wouldn’t be a problem. . . if she wore heavy clothes and a lot of sunblock. Right! Make it happen. Her pink tongue flitted out from between her lips to moisten them before she lifted her arm and then took a nice, juicy bite out of her forearm. Blood trickled from the row of puncture marks and dripped to the pavement. Releasing her bite, Lyn drew her tongue over the wounds and cleaned the excess blood from her skin. As her tongue passed over the punctures, the holes sealed shut slowly, disappearing without a trace. “Mmmm! You’re right! I taste d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s!” she squealed happily, drawing her index finger over the area her bite had been. “I could use a little more salt in my diet, though. . . ,” she added after a second, looking thoughtful for a moment, smacking her lips to taste what was left in her mouth, as if she was tasting a dish she was cooking and trying to figure out what to add next. Then he was coming at her again, axes flailing with little to no finesse behind the movement. Bah! “Easy like Sunday moooorrniinng,” she whispered as she took a step back and then pushed off the ground, disappearing from his sight for a moment. It was enough that the humans wouldn’t be able to track it, but she was certain the werewolf would have no problem following her movement as she flitted to the nearest street light, appearing (to the humans) standing upside down on the streetlamp, her hair dangling below her head. Course, her dress was bunched up around her chest, as well. She had never really bothered to learn how to keep her clothes as straight as her body. “You’ll have to do better than that, Lambchop! Let’s play a game of tag, shall we!” she snickered, walking toward the stem of the street lamp and nonchalantly shifting her weight as she stepped so she turned on the post, walking first sideways on the step till she turned yet again to stand upright, balanced less than perfectly (she was wobbling a little bit, her hands out to keep her balance) on top of the street lamp. “Nose goes!” With that, she pressed a finger against her nose, grinning wide. Guess that meant Mr. Wolfy was “it”! TAGGED: Saben WORDS: five hundred sixty eight OUTFIT: here NOTES: I thought you'd forgotten about me. D: CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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Post by SABEN MEINHARD on Feb 12, 2011 23:15:47 GMT -5
"Of course they would." Saben said about the silencing issue. "All the more reason to keep you from feeding. Torture is fun, but I'm certain you know that already." Ah yes, torture was a game he knew they both liked to play. He loved making up other games though, gambling with people's lives in the process. If he killed multiple people in the process, he liked to see which would give him the most blood splatter. Either that, or he attempted to make some form of art with all the blood. There were numerous games that he could play, each one usually original to himself. The only issue here, was that the vampire seemed just as insane as Saben was himself. Trying to play games of torture, or any other sort of game for that matter, was pretty much useless. It was like people trying to punish him for doing something wrong. What the hell could a person do, harm him? He'd enjoy it. So much so, that he didn't even avoid silver like most weres did. He purposely touched the stuff, just to feel the pain from the burns it gave him.
After striking at her, he watched as she fled towards a light pole a clung to it. At the mentioning of tag, he smirked. "How about a better game, called Rip the fangs from the vampire? It's fun, and you can do numerous things with those fangs once you have them." Of course, you could keep them, but Saben had once sold some as well. It was to a human, who believed in vampires, although thought they were rare. They had no idea that Saben had completely ripped them off. And, it had happened a long time ago as well. Back when he was in one of his "off" periods of murder sprees. These days, he just ripped the fangs out and threw them away. He didn't have any use for them. So if he ever got that far with this vampire, there was no doubt that that's what he'd do. Granted, he'd probably kill her too, since again, there was no point in trying to torture her.
Gripping both axes in hand, he could hear even more sirens approaching. Were the cops really going to just stand around and watch until one of them was dead? Or were they waiting for someone like the SWAT team? Either way, Saben felt an increasing urge to attack and kill. It was like instinct for him, but he had to hold back for now. If he attacked them, they'd likely all turn against him, and he'd have to avoid all of them, along with the vampire girl. So he kept his focus on the vampire, the smirk still on his face. "Now, why don't you come down so we can play some more?" He knew that she wasn't avoiding him to keep from being hurt, but his taunts were directed at her to make her think so. "Or has the leech had enough already?" ---------- Tag: Lyn Word Count: 518 Notes: I've just had to do school work...and get through falling asleep in the middle of a post. XD Lyrics: Mein Teil - Rammstein Template: Ryder
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Feb 12, 2011 23:53:10 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky eez this was the best freaking power in the world! Lyn loved crawling up walls and hanging from ceilings and often did it in public just freak people the flip out. The expressions on their faces. . . simply priceless! It was the same look that all of the cops were giving her. . . . Where were the people with the cell phones recording this? Youtube, here she comes! “Silly goosey goose, you’d have to catch me to keep from feeding!” she giggled as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Taking a step forward, she shifted her weight and swung down to hang upside down again on the pole, walking toward the light bulb as if she were walking on it from the top, right side up. Giggling again, she swung back up to the top and perched there, head cocked to listen to him again. He just couldn’t get it through his head, could he? It was almost adorable how he thought threats worked on her! It made her giggle on the inside and the outside and she cocked her head again. Licking her lips to moisten them, she stood up again and flipped her pink hair over her shoulder when it got in her face. “That sounds delightful! We can play both at the same time! You manage to win in a game of tag with moi, and you get my fangs as a trophy! In fact, I’ll even pull them out for you! Unless you think you’d enjoy it more than I would.” Lyn’s grin only widened and her eyes flashed mischievously. “But I highly doubt you would.” The sirens in the distance only quickened her heart pace and made her even more excited. More of an audience! More people to see her in action, more people to talk about her and gossip and tell their friends. . . . Another list her name would be on. She giggled on the inside. Her thoughts were interrupted once again by the werewolf and she glanced down at him before crouching down and appraising him. Was he trying to rile her up? Get some sort of rise out of her? Aww, so cute. The vampire’s grin just widened and she stood up after a moment. “Of course I wanna play, Lambchop. But why don’t you come here? Or can’t you? Is the poor wolfy bound by the laws of gravity? Awwww, poor wolfy! Grounded with his feet planted firmly on the ground like the lowly humans!” TAGGED: Saben WORDS: four hundred twenty-one OUTFIT: here NOTES: ohhh I see. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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Post by SABEN MEINHARD on Feb 23, 2011 18:41:28 GMT -5
The dull blade good and proper , I'm bleeding heavily and feeling sick Although I have to fight to stay awake I keep eating while in convulsions It's just so well seasoned and so nicely flambéed and so lovingly served on porcelain And with it, a good wine and gentle candlelight Yeah I'll take my time You've got to have some culture - - - - - - - - Keeping his eyes on the vampire, he watched as she hung from the pole. It wasn't anything shocking to him, which couldn't be said for the cops who stood around. There were jaws open and some talking amongst one another, but all in all, they kept where they were. Being that they were only human, they knew not to make the foolish mistake of trying to stop these two. Both Saben and the vampire could easily dodge any shots that were made at them, and they could easily come around and ambush them as well. Not to mention that the bullets they used weren't silver. The wound that Saben had received had healed already, not even a trace of it left. So trying to resist would be useless, unless one of them turned on the cops of course. Then they'd really have no choice but to fight back. But again, Saben intended to keep them out of it for as long as possible. With that thought though, came the idea once again.
Could he get the police to turn against the vampire and side with him? Sure, he had shot at them earlier, but what if he could try to show them that there was power in numbers. Once more, it came down to them only being human, but hell, they were gullible as well. Humans weren't hard to convince, and even if they got killed rather quickly, it still seemed like fun to throw them at her. Now the question was, how to get them turn against her? Eh, it wasn't important now. The first thing he had on mind was getting her down from the pole. So he dropped the axes he held and reached into his coat the draw a handgun. "Guess I'll force you down, then." He said to her. There wasn't much she'd be able to do to dodge bullets while on the pole. And even if she tried to run from rooftop to rooftop or anything similar, he could time his shots. So without much more than that warning, he aimed the gun and began to shoot.
The cops who surrounded them ducked, mainly out of natural instinct. Still though, they allowed things to carry on. As long as he didn't aim the gun at them, they weren't going to shoot. Now as for the reinforcements who were on the way, who knew what could be said about them? The SWAT team didn't usually mess around much. They had their own weapons to deal with such situations, but Saben didn't care. If they wanted to make it more challenging, then they could do as they pleased. Never the type to just stand around and not do much, he was quickly getting bored with this vampire. It was why he pulled out the gun instead of finding some other means of getting her down. He didn't want to wait, and he didn't want to fuel her fun.
TAGGING: Lyn! WORDS: 507 LYRICS: Rammstein TEMPLATE CREDIT: Crayola/Anastasia EXTRA EXTRA: N/A
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Feb 28, 2011 11:14:24 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky yn’s smile turned into the darkest of grins, eyes narrowing and white teeth flashing in the dark. It seemed not even this man had the patience to deal with her! It was neither good nor bad, she was neither surprised nor disappointed, it was neither here nor there. . . . It simply was what it was. It was all she expected, and he had made her expectations. But he hadn’t exceeded them, either. He did, however, disappoint her when he pulled the gun. You wouldn’t be able to tell at all, as there was no change in her posture or her facial expression in the least except for an inquisitive tilt of her head. “Somebody’s got a frowny face!”She watched too many movies. Get her down? Is that what he wanted? Then all she had to do was stay on the pole and she won! A squeal escaped passed her lips and she did nothing more than to drop next to the stem of the pole, body turned sideways. She hung there from the pole, one hand on the little top. She swung there slightly, and a stray bullet or two struck her leg or clipped her back—after all she was swaying a little bit—but the pole was sufficient enough to keep the bulk of her body safe for the most part. At the time when the shots ended, Lyn swung herself back on to the pole and pressed her thumbs against her temple, tongue hanging out and the rest of her fingers wiggling. “Nyeeehhh! I’m still on the pole!” she taunted while bleeding on her already blood-stained smiley face dress. It had turned from a bright, traffic-light yellow to a dull, icky mud red color. The pain didn’t bother her, or rather, what pain she could feel at all didn’t bother her. Her pain tolerance was high to the point of not even feeling the pain. “Hehehe! Good shooting, Tex!” TAGGED: Saben WORDS: three twenty five OUTFIT: here NOTES: sorry for the delay CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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