Backswing (Open)

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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

tars twinkled in the black abyss above the shimmering city of New York. A sheen of smog prevented the dimmer stars from shining through, but the major ones, the important ones, could easily be seen to any star gazer who happened to look up. However, it was nothing compared to the bright city lights from billboards, open signs, apartment windows, and club neons. The deafening sound of car engines, horns, the chatter of annoyed people, happy people, drunk people, filled the air almost as much as the smog from car emissions and the like.

Above it all, the sound of a shattering window followed by the gleeful squeal of a woman, shot through it like a bullet.

“FORE!”

Crash!

Bucket full of golf balls in one hand, nine-iron in the other, Lyn strolled along the side of a street, whistling an unfamiliar tune. People stopped and stared at her, whispering to each other and wondering if something should be done about this woman walking around hitting golf balls into windows and crowds. Was she drunk? High? Both? Or maybe she was just looking for trouble.

Well, the latter was the most likely thing.

Stopping in the middle of the road, Lyn set down her bucket and picked up one of the balls. Rotating it in her fingers, she examined the glistening surface of the like-new, polished white ball and then grinned before setting it down on the street, making sure it wasn’t going to roll off before she stepped up next to it and brought her nine-iron next to it. Taking aim, looking from the ball to the window she was aiming for and then back again, she grinned, then quickly whipped around and smacked the ball with less than perfect posture at a group of bystanders that were watching her. They squealed and parted to avoid getting smacked and the little white ball echoed off the building behind them.

Cackling, Lyn swung the golf club up to rest against her shoulder. “Oops! I forgot to say ‘fore’ that time, didn’t I?” she giggled, leaning over to pick up her little bucket of balls again before skipping off to find something else to shoot balls at. Or maybe she could just smack someone with the club! Either one worked.

“Hey! Knock that off! You think it’s funny? They could have gotten really hurt!” someone called. Upon whirling around with a wide grin Lyn saw a man walking toward her. There was nothing special about the man. . . he was wearing casual street clothes, his hair spiked up with gel and his muscles showing through his tight shirt. They weren’t huge muscles, but it was apparent that the guy took a lot of time taking care of his body! Altogether he was a fairly above average looking guy.

Lyn grinned. “Yes! Yes I find it quite amusing!” she chimed in with a giggle, turning her body to face the approaching man. Poor guy was just trying to play good Samaritan, wasn’t he? Aww! Now Lyn almost felt bad for what she was going to do.

Almost.

The glare he gave her was priceless! “Well it’s not funny and you better knock it off befo—”

Thwack!

Lyn pulled her arm back, holding the golf club with both hands, and just swung at him. The nine-iron smacked painfully against the side of the guy’s face. He crumpled like a piece of paper, unconscious before he even hit the ground. A woman or two screamed while others just gasped. A few people ran to the man’s aid, falling to his side and shaking him to get him up. When that didn’t work, they looked up to reprimand Lyn, only to get a club to their head as well, followed by a cackle. It was safe to say after about the third person unconscious with head trauma, no one else bothered her.

Whistling, she carried on with her stroll down the street before stopping after a block, hitting another golf ball into a window. The lights in the apartment lights flickered on and Lyn squealed with delight.

TAGGED: open WORDS: six hundred eighty four OUTFIT: Here NOTES: she's such a kind person CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold

[Scarlette Masen]

Dry your eyes and testify

it's true, we're all a little insane, But it's so clear now that I am unchained.

Scarlette yawned as she stretched her arms lightly. God was she tired but on the bright side, she had the night off! Yes, no drunken idiots, no dancing, no helping the new workers... she was all on her own to have a nice night out on the town. And that was something she hadn't been able to do for months! So the first thing she did was shower and then she left her small apartment near downtown New York.

Walking around, she let her eyes roam as she spotted a few nice looking men and women to eat. Hehehe, there was a rather nice looking man and boy did he seem to have some money on him. Pity that the rich always seemed to find their way to this part of New York. Oh well, it was no skin off her back. Mainly because she happily enticed him into an alley and had her fill. When she was done, he was practically dry and wallet-less. He’d be found there eventually but for now, she skipped delightfully away.

Now that she was full and had money, she decided to head towards Chinatown. The girl hadn’t been there in quite a while and she just loved walking around there. It gave her something fun to do, anyway. Well, when she got there, she hadn’t expected to find as much chaos as she did. Maybe it wasn’t exactly chaos, though. It was more like someone was trying to play golf in the wrong area, which was fine by her as long as she wasn’t hit.

Her curiosity seemed to start getting the better of her as she made her way through the city, following the sounds of complaints and the occasional golf ball. Then she stopped, spotting the cause of all the trouble. A pink haired girl, vampire if her nose was correct, held a nine iron in her hand. And wouldn’t you know, the girl just hit some guy right upside the head with it! Scarlette couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. The guy was probably stupid. Why would you mess with a girl who had a nine iron on her? It was like messing with a chick in the color guard, you don’t do it unless you want a rifle or ten foot pole hitting you.

Still curious, Scarlette decided to follow the girl. Yeah, probably not the smartest thing to do but hey! She had all night.

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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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 waited patiently for someone to come out of the apartment that the lights had come on in, slowly placing another golf ball on the ground, making sure it was nice and steady before positioning her golf club and wobbling her little rump as she waited. And waited. . . . And waited a little bit more until. . . .

Jackpot! The door swung open and an angry-looking man who looked a little on the overweight side stood in the doorway, demanding to know who had done the damage to his window. Lyn squealed and pulled the nine-iron back. “Fore!” she shouted, taking a swing and launching the golf ball toward the man. Luckily for the man it missed and instead slammed into the doorwedge next to him and bounced straight back at Lyn, making her actually duck out of the way before it ran into something else and rolled into the gutter.

All Lyn could do was cackle madly. “WOAH! Did you SEE that crazy SHIZNIT?!” she shouted, looking around at the wary and nervous crowd. A few had phones to their years, either calling their friends or the police. Whoever it was didn’t matter much to Lyn. . . . And she sure was getting a kick out of the frightened fatty running back into his apartment.

“They call me MISTA PIG!” she taunted loudly just before the man closed his door. When his door slammed she leaned back and cackled again before whirling around onto the crowd. They all took a collective step back and before they could do much else, Lyn had another ball pulled out and tossed it into the air a ways away from her body, holding her golf-club like a bat. When the ball fell in front of her, she took a swing and smacked the ball at the crowd, making them scatter.

More cackling ensued before she turned and skipped off to do some more damage elsewhere, either unaware of her stalker or uncaring.

TAGGED: open WORDS: three thirty three OUTFIT: Here NOTES: sorry for the sucky reply. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold

[Scarlette Masen]

Dry your eyes and testify

it's true, we're all a little insane, But it's so clear now that I am unchained.

Scarlette couldn’t lie, she was absolutely fascinated by this pink haired vampire. She was also quite relieved that the vampire hadn’t noticed her as of yet. But when the vamp had stopped, she did, too. The vampire was waiting outside of the apartment that the ball had broken the window of. Scar couldn’t help but wonder what she was waiting for. She also couldn’t help but wonder why in hell she was pretty much committing kamikaze just to follow some pink haired girl.

Finally, someone had come out of the apartment and the girl had swung again, screaming ‘FORE’ as the ball soared. It ricocheted back at her. Though unnecessary, Scarlette ducked, as if the ball could hit her. It was a slight possibility, but highly unlikely. She knew that, but still.

Now that the pink haired girl was moving again, so was Scarlette and she followed behind, trying to be as sneaky as possibly. Stupid, stupid girl. Why on earth was she doing this? She would be lucky if she didn’t end up dead by the end of this! But Scarlette wanted to meet another vampire! The only one she knew was the one that turned her and the two of them had long been separated.

Suddenly, the blonde tripped. She was but a few feet behind the other vampire. Luckily, she didn’t run into her, but still. She skinned her knees. She hissed at the pain. It wasn’t exactly because it hurt. It was more because it came as a shock.

Then she realized something. She didn’t know how she tripped and she hadn’t a clue if the vampire was still there, but if she was, then Scarlette knew that she was caught. Not looking to see if she was there, Scar stared down sheepishly. “Um… Hi?”

TAG: lynette WORDS: two nine nineOUTFIT: Here GRAPHICS: crayola TEMPLATE: crayola NOTES: sorry that it is short... v-v

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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

oudly and without much care for who heard, Lyn belted out the lyrics of some Italian song. I haven’t the slightest clue what this song says but darn do I sound good speaking Italian! she thought to herself as she sang.

Of course, she didn’t actually sound that great.

“Hey! Don’t you demean my singing ability, silly writer!” she squealed playfully at the sky, pointing toward it with her golf club and sticking her tongue out at the sky. She stood there like that for a second, waiting for some sort of response or affirmation that her words had been heeded, then swung the golf club with a smile and turned back to her walk, twirling her little golf club and whistling to herself.

One foot in the air, club stopping mid-swing, Lyn slowly bent over backwards a little bit to look behind her—a sane person might have just turned, but. . . well she’s Lyn. “Oh ho! Ho-ho-ho! Did you fall down go booom?” she chided with a wide grin, putting her foot down and swinging around on her heel and leaning down. Another vampire? It seemed like it. Or a werewolf or a were-tiger or a were-bear or a were-llama or a—

“Um. . . hi?”

Lyn pursed her lips and cocked her head to the side. “Hellooo~ Who might you be, Chickadee?” she asked, setting her golf-club on her shoulder and smiling a wide, toothy grin.

TAGGED: open WORDS: two hundred forty-one OUTFIT: Here NOTES: gotta get back into character haha CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold

[Scarlette Masen]

Dry your eyes and testify

it's true, we're all a little insane, But it's so clear now that I am unchained.

Scarlette sensed the vampire stop and cringed. Oh no, she was going to die, wasn’t she? She didn’t really know all that much about being a vampire. Her sire taught her very little and, well, she learned most of the stuff on her own. Was it wrong to follow another vampire? Had it truly been a big mistake? Was she about to learn the hard way? She didn’t really know, nor did she want to find out exactly. But, she knew that she would. She made the mistake, she was going to pay for the consequences.

“Oh ho! Ho-ho-ho! Did you fall down go booom?”

Scarlette looked up and blinked. Confusion shown brightly in her eyes as she stared up at the pink haired vampire. Slowly, a smile crept across her lips, no longer all that sheepish. Honestly, she figured if she was going to be hurt or killed, the vampire might have threatened her instead of acting so… actually, she didn’t know how the chick was acting. It was strange to her, to be truthful. None-the-less, the blonde nodded her head, a look in her eyes that said ‘isn’t that obvious?’

“Hellooo~ Who might you be, Chickadee?”

Slowly, she brought herself up into a sitting position, the pink haired vampire hovering over her. Should she really tell her name? Why not. It didn’t seem like it would be that dangerous. “Scarlette. Scarlette Masen,” she said, blinking her eyes. This girl was strange, really. But fascinating all the same. If only she had been turned by somebody like her. ‘Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Scar, you don’t even know this lady,’ she told herself. “But you can call me Scar… And who are you?”

TAG: lynette WORDS: two eight sixOUTFIT: Here GRAPHICS: crayola TEMPLATE: crayola NOTES: ^-^ lyn is so awesome, ana. she makes me laugh.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

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

smile slowly inched its way wider onto Lyn’s face and she cocked her head to the other side, eyes strangely wide and glassy. Lifting her index finger, other fingers curled into a fist, she wagged it slowly and winked at the new vampire chickie-pie. “Uh uh! I’ll only call you Scar if you can recite for me in full ‘Be Prepared’ from The Lion King!” she snickered before straightening her back and swinging the golf club a couple times.

Pfft I bet I’m the only person in New York who can do it! she thought merrily to herself, looking dreamily up at the sky.

Coming back down to Earth, Lyn turned her attention back to the little blonde thing and cocked her head to the side. “Come on, now! I’ll start you off! ♪ I know that your powers of retention, are as wet, as a warthog’s backside ♫ Take it away!” she squealed after a short musical bout, pointing the golf club at the vampire girl, narrowly avoiding smacking her in the nose with it.

She stood like that for a moment or two, waiting for the Scarlet person to finish up the lyrics before slowly lowering her golf club and standing more casually. “Eh? Oh! You can call me Lyn! Everyone else does! Not that I mind because that’s what I tell them to call me so it would make sense that everyone I meet calls me that but you know what I mean!” she prattled off quickly, swinging the golf club by her side and tapping her hand against her hip.

As always, she had that bright, unnerving smile on her face.

The sudden sounds of closing in sirens caught Lyn attention and her face only seemed to brighten some more before she turned around, golf club falling static by her side. “Aha! Coppers! You’ll never catch me alive!” she squealed, scurrying to the middle of street. She stopped half-way there, though, and turned to blondie. “Hold that thought!”

Once in the middle of the street Lyn set up one of her little golf balls and took her position behind it, golf club held in less than mediocre positioning, her little rump a little further out than it needed to be as she waited. How many cars? Probably just one for one little girl who was causing trouble. Maybe two, but definitely no more than that! Why bother? They didn’t know she was a murderous vampire. She was just some loony woman who was hitting golf balls at people!

The flashing of lights and louder sirens heralded the arrival of the cops and Lyn readied herself. As soon as the car turned the corner and got into the prime position, Lyn shouted “FORE!” and launched the golf ball at the car. It shot straight through the windshield and managed to peg the passenger in the chest, and the driver immediately hit the brakes.

Squealing with delight, Lyn did a little dance and then fled the scene, disappearing almost instantly to the humans around. Of course, the other vampire might have been able to see her hide herself behind a building, leaving her bucket of golf balls but taking her club with her. Hand over her mouth, Lyn snickered to herself and attempted to muffle it, sitting against the wall of the building and just trying to control herself for a moment or two.

TAGGED: scarlet WORDS: five hundred sixty-six OUTFIT: Here NOTES: she's not running from you. :U Feel free to follow CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold

[Scarlette Masen]

Dry your eyes and testify

it's true, we're all a little insane, But it's so clear now that I am unchained.

gUh uh! Ifll only call you Scar if you can recite for me in full eBe Preparedf from The Lion King!h

Scarlette blinked. What? Wait, she didnft even know how to answer to this girl. It was funny trying to think of an answer, though. The Lion King had been Dustinfs favorite Disney movie and, gods knew how many times she had seen the movie. But, sadly, she couldnft remember which song eBe Preparedf was. It was obviously the one Scar had sung but, didnft he have two songs? Which one was eBe Preparedf? It hurt her to think that she had forgotten the lyricsc

gCome on, now! Ifll start you off! ô I know that your powers of retention, are as wet, as a warthogfs backside ♫ Take it away!"

Oh yeah! That was right! "ô But thick as you are, pay attention, My words are a matter of pride. It's clear from your vacant expressions. The lights are not all on upstairs but we're talking kings and successions! Even you can't be caught unawares. So prepare for a chance of a lifetime. Be prepared for sensational news, a shining new era is tiptoeing nearer ♫...h Scarlette sang, then stopped, trying to remember the rest. She couldnft, which made her pout. hThat's all I can remember."

gEh? Oh! You can call me Lyn! Everyone else does! Not that I mind because thatfs what I tell them to call me so it would make sense that everyone I meet calls me that but you know what I mean!h

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Scarlette grinned. She couldnft help it, this pink haired vampirefs smile just seemed a tad bit contagious. gAlright, Nice to meet ya, Lyn,h she chirped. She finally stood up as the sound of sirens filled the night. A look of confusion filled her eyes, but then she realized what was happening. That guy really did call the Pigs. Spoil sport! How was she supposed to try and have fun with this vamp if the coppers were going to be on the chicks case.

Lyn ran into the middle of the street and Scar just watched, curious as to what the girl was doing. Antagonizing the cops, obviously. But, what else. She was bound to do something else, right? And she did. She yelled eFORE!f[/i] and hit a golf ball then ran. She didnft bring her golf balls. Scarlette watched where she went and smiled, then followed right after her, grabbing the balls as she did so. She was happy to be a vampire at that moment. Being able to move faster than the eye could see was awesome!

When she got to Lyn, she saw her leaned up against the wall, her hand over her mouth, giggling. Scarfs smile grew. gHey, Lyn. Think you forgot somethinf,h she chuckled, placing the golf balls in front of the vampire. Then she thought of something. She had never played golf before.

gYou wouldnft happen to know where I could get a nine iron like that, do you?h A malicious gleam filled her eyes.
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[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,background-color: #c8a8fd; border: 3px solid #3b1059; padding: 10px;] feels so good being bad sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me Lyn’s eyes brightened considerably and her smile just got broader and toothier as the woman played her little game and sang a good section of that song. Her index finger swung through the air like she was a conductor, her nine iron mirroring her finger. Oh she just loved it when people played along with her! It was so much more fun! “♪ I know it sounds sordid, but you’ll be rewarded, when at last I am given my dues ♫” she continued when the woman stopped, pressing her fingertips against her chest in the same manner Scar had in the movie. “♪ And injustice, deliciously squared! Be prepaaaaaareed! ♫” At the end of her little miniature solo, Lyn clapped her hands together, the sound rather muffled thanks to the golf club she held in one hand, and cackled wildly. “Splendid! Just splendid! Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have to jump to what happened after the last post since we’ve already been through what I did to that cop car and the writer so graciously thought it was a good idea to reply to the first part of yours!” she cackled in a high-pitched voice, swinging the golf club over her hand. Sarcasm was laced through every part of the nonsense she was preaching about. Car stopped in the middle of the road, the unharmed driver quickly calling for some sort of backup and an ambulance on his radio, but Lyn and her weapon of choice was already gone from the scene, hiding behind a building half a block away. Not that half a block was very far. Lyn wasn’t surprised when the blonde—well, she had earned the name Scar, at least—showed up, and her expression lit up like a Christmas tree when she discovered that the other vampire had brought along her golf balls with her. Giggling, Lyn stood up and took the basket of golf balls from Scar, lifting it up and checking the contents. It had about a quarter of the balls it had had when she first stole it from the driving range, but their usefulness had just about run out anyway. “Why, thank ya kindly Chickadee!” she praised the other vampire with a grin, swinging her golf club up to not-so-gently tap it against her skull. She wasn’t tapping hard enough to break skin, but the pain vibrated her skull enough that she felt it. “I swear I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached perfectly to my neck!” And how nice that felt. Her head cocked to the side when the other woman asked where she could find a golf club, and Lyn pursed her lips together and blew air forcefully through them in a loud scoff. “Pfft! From a golf store you dunce!” she chided, wagging the golf club a few inches from the woman’s face. She pulled it away quickly seconds later, though, and examined the head. “Of course mine belonged to some wanna-be golfer practicing at the driving range, but a golf store works just as well!” Wonder if I should mention that golfers only visit the driving range during the day. . . . Bah she doesn’t wanna hear me brag! Lyn thought to herself as she remembered fondly prancing about during the middle of the day at a golf course. It hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park, though, and parts of her arms and legs were still healing from that romp in the daylight. Being “allergic” to the sun hadn’t ever stopped Lyn. five hundred eighty nine scarlett hurr new template rihanna; "s&m" made by crayola/anastasia

[Scarlette Masen]

Dry your eyes and testify

it's true, we're all a little insane, But it's so clear now that I am unchained.

Scarlette giggled as the Lyn vampire continued the lyrics. The song was slowly getting back to her. She was about to continue the song to, but then the lady said something.

“Splendid! Just splendid! Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have to jump to what happened after the last post since we’ve already been through what I did to that cop car and the writer so graciously thought it was a good idea to reply to the first part of yours!”

Scarlette blinked. Wait? What? She was confused, especially when she ended up behind the building again. What in the world??? Oh well, crazy things happen everyday. Maybe this was just one of those days that she was going a tad bit nutty! It wouldn't surprise her. That always seemed to happen when she wasn't on the job.

“Why, thank ya kindly Chickadee! I swear I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached perfectly to my neck!”

Scar chuckled. "Well, a golf club ain't nothin' with out a bucket o' golf balls!" she chirped.

“Pfft! From a golf store you dunce! Of course mine belonged to some wanna-be golfer practicing at the driving range, but a golf store works just as well!”

The blonde rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, I ain't that stupid. I was just curious... and I don't know of any golfing stores," She said with a grin. "Can i assume that you know of one I can go to?"

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