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Post by SIREN EVENINGS on Feb 6, 2011 1:01:49 GMT -5
Not a sound was made as the door inched open to allow scant bits of silvery moonlight to illuminate the interior of her "manor". An old ware house, cleaned up and renovated in secret to accommodate her. Three-inch heels clicked sharply on the re-done hard wood floor. Twelve-thirty-three in the morning. The woman had actually made it home before dawn... Her amber eyes flashed to a shimmering, metallic blue as the scents of her home over-took her. The dainty claws that always tipped her fingers lengthened, darkened. But there were no other scents but her own, and the smell of antique furniture and aged home. Brok's right... she thought as she eased the door shut, locked it, and made her way across the large room. This hunt is really starting to get to me. The sound of her heels upon the floor echoed through-out the main room, which looked more like a Victorian ball room with it's polished floors, tapestries and wall-rugs hung to cover the boarded-up windows, and sofas lining the edges of the room with more rugs and pillows on the floor. The door to her room had been added, since it had once been a doorless office-room. The new addition was dark wood with golden accents. Once inside, with the door closed behind her, she kicked off her heels and lit her small lamp. Soft, golden light showed the room that one would imagine in a story. A king-sized bed was laden with down blankets and pillows in shades of blue, black, and silver. Dark purple curtains hung on the glass windows and plush rugs covered the floor. One wall was a shelf covered in books. Alright, so the office had been enlarged by knocking down the wall between it and the break room. Her shimmering eyes scanned the wall adjacent to her shelves, narrowing. Maps of several countries were pinned up with marks. Green X's showed where she and Cadeon had traveled together, circles where she had been before she met him. Red X's showed where he had been reported. Those X's with red circles showed where they had encountered one another, those red marks circled in green were where she had traveled with no luck. Blue dots mapped the locations of her many contacts. And blue circled in black were the contacts that had been found dead. Mutilated. This wall held her entire life. Siren had traveled the world in the past fifty years at least twice, looking for him. Everywhere, except for Ireland. She secretly wondered if she would ever have the courage to go there again. Obsessed. With a harsh growl, she turned away and opened a drawer in her dresser, pulling out a simple night dress of royal blue. The sleeves were long, flowing chiffon, the rest made of silk that would brush against her ankles. She left it on the bed to remove her denim jacket and leather bustier. Her skirt and hose were left on the floor, forgotten as she slipped on the gown and made her way to the spiral stair-case that lead to the "loft", a second floor that spanned only half of the building, separated from open space by a guard-rail. Another stair lead to the roof, where she had set up a type of reading garden. There, she rested on a stone bench, cushioned by pillows and blankets and surrounded by jasmine, lavender, and roses. This was her favorite place to rest, and she did so now with her favorite book in hand, lit by a single candle. A small radio played a disk of Celtic songs, seeming to fit in nicely with the book. The cover of which was worn, the title on the spine illegible from over-use. "Kiss of a Demon King" would have to be replaced soon. An involuntary growl escaped her as her heart sped up. This was not obsession, this eerie feeling... No, this was more along the lines of paranoia. For the past twenty-four hours, she had felt as though she were not alone. Anticipation and anxiety clawed at her. Her instincts kept screaming at her to fight and, just this morning, she had changed and lashed out at... A mouse. Obsessed, paraniod. What's that difference? Always afraid he'll find you. always affraid that you'll find him. And what happens next? Can you kill your dear Cadeon? Or will you let him kill you? Always that damned inner voice. Siren shook her head in a very wolf-like way and huffed, her brilliant eyes turning back to her book.
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Urjasz Volkova
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SHAUN SULLIVAN Were-hyena
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Feb 8, 2011 14:37:33 GMT -5
The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few
Ah the good days. Not the good old days, no. The good days. These were the days that Sully would look back on and go "Now those were the days!" He found himself in the front of a black transit van, making his way through the abandoned buildings area. In the back was a man, tied and gagged rolling around as the van turned corners sharply. Coming to a screeching halt, the man rolled into the back of Sully's seat with a loud groan. Picking up an AK-47 from the passenger seat, Sully jumped out and slid open the van side door. Pulling the man out and dropping him onto the floor, he ungagged and untied him, gun held with one hand aimed at him at all times. Leaving the man on his knees, Sully held his gun with both hands and aimed at the man's head. "Right you little bastard, tell me where they are. Tell me where I'll find these so called Origin guys. Tell me and you may live." With fear in his voice and a hesitation to boot, the man eventually pointed to a building.
"See, that wasn't so hard was it? Now I know you're telling the truth because I already knew where they were. But where's the fun in just knowing?" Below him the man looked angry that he'd been through so much for no reason yet his fear kept him on the ground. "Well you best be off" Sully proclaimed, pausing before letting off a round of bullets into the man's face. Lifting his gun up and resting it on his shoulder, Sully turned and headed for the building. No doubt they'd heard his gunfire and would be getting ready. Good. Made it more fun. Sully didn't enjoy having to spare people that he deemed the bad guys. Luckily for him he'd been told every last person had to be wiped out. They had done wrong and he was there to right them. Making sure he had enough in the gun, he entered the building and began his search.
It was only meant to be a small group. That's what the intel had said. Reaching the first room, he opened the door and found a room full of children, teenagers and a few young women, all startled by his sudden arrival. Sully was also surprised by this and he took a moment to think. He knew his orders. Making a shush gesture with his finger, he closed the door and jammed it with a piece of metal lying nearby. Heading up a stair case, he found what he was after. Kicking open a large room's door, he was met with a group of men sat around a table plotting something, some leaning across to point to a map of the city laid across the table. They all froze. Sully did not. Finger held down on the trigger, he fired upon them all. Reloading his gun, he stepped into the room and changed the gun setting to single shot. Most were dead. Those who were not got a bullet to the head.
Heading down the stairs, he passed the closed door and went straight to his van. Picking up two cans of petrol, he returned to the building, placing one at the bottom of the stairs. When he got to the room with the men, he began to pour petrol across the table and the bodies. Splashing a trail out the room and down the stairs, he placed the can down and looked at the closed door. Sitting on the stairs, he just stared at the door, a tear in his eye and he looked down at his gun.
Reloading the gun as he placed the last can at the door, he stepped out the door, flicked a match a light and dropped it on the petrol. Looking into the fire that now engulfed the building, he wiped the tear from his eye and made his way back to the van. Picking up the man from before, he carried him to the fire and threw him into the flames. After closing the van door, he paused before getting in the van. He could smell an immortal nearby. Very close in fact. Had there been two buildings? Intel had already forgotten to mention children. It could be. Locking the van, he checked he had spare magazines for the gun and made his way to the building opposite the burning one. Opening the door, he held the gun to his shoulder as he aimed inside.
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Post by SIREN EVENINGS on Feb 8, 2011 15:01:24 GMT -5
Gun fire. Her eyes widened, seeming to glow in the feint candle light. Shooting was no uncommon sport in this city, but for it to be so close was anerving. Slowly, she placed the marker in her book and set it down. Her claws lengthened as she stood and eased over to the edge of her building. more shots sounded, accompanied by the light of the shooting gun. She saw it all through the opposite building's window. Siren herself had been watching these people since she had moved in, but had never bothered with them since they had not bothered with her. They were not on her "things to do, People to kill" list. And then he exited, alighting the building. Instinctivly, she knew that no one but he had made it out of the fire. But what was this man up to? And why in the names of the gods was he entering her house?! Her upper lip pulled back to show her lengthening fangs as she turned to the door, her bare feet padding softly as she made her way down the stairs and to the loft's iron railing. She knew she had to be a sight with her long claws and har fiery hair swireling around her slender form like the fire outside, falling over her otherworldly eyes. Her enraged snarel resounded off of the walls, seeming louder than it actually was. She was fighting the urge to change and attack this intruder, could feel her bones and muscles straining to take on the other form. The iron rail bent beneath her grasp. "What do you think you are doing here?" Siren's voice was suprisingly steady, and menacingly cold. She was a contradiction that way; The more enraged she grew, the calmer she looked. Until she snapped and changed. She swung around, headed for the spiraled stairs that lead to the first floor. At the bottom, she slowed her pace. This man... His scent hit her like a blast of dessert wind. Immortal. and he had just killed a group of men, alone. And right across the street. the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Had she not been Lycae, she would have found it hard to see him. even with the light of the blaze illuminating the room, it was oddly dark. "Why are you here..?"
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Urjasz Volkova
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SHAUN SULLIVAN Were-hyena
You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot further with a smile and a gun
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Feb 8, 2011 15:27:52 GMT -5
The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few
Soldiers. Let's play soldiers. The entire building stank of immortal, more likely a shifter. That wasn't to say the occupant smelled, it was hard for shifters not to smell the scent of other immortals. Swinging right he made his way to the first room on the right, he couldn't help but notice how this building, unlike the one opposite, was done up and looked normal inside. Lifting his hand to find a light switch, he paused and lowered his hand. There was no need to alert any one that he was there. Ignoring the raging fire outside that was. Moving across the room, looking around through the sight of the gun, he was pretending to be on some kind of secret mission. Pausing yet again, he smiled. He WAS on a secret mission! Humming the theme to James Bond under his breath, he looped around the lower floor and as he reached the stairs, he could sense an immortal. Above.
A voice called down and he raised the gun up, aiming through the centre of the stairs. Taking a step up the stairs, he looked around, trying to locate the voice. Perhaps it was just one immortal here after all. A boss of some sort? More so the glory of killing them! Taking slow and calculated steps up the stairs, he rounded the corner of the stairs, coming face to face with the immortal. She spoke and he paused, gun aimed at her. "Origin?" he called out, stepping forward and again calling out "Origin?!" He wanted to know if she knew the word. She certainly looked like a powerful immortal. One thing Sully had learnt over the years was don't assume that female immortal were weak. Humans still struggled with equality, immortals had done it for centuries. Despite this look, she looked tired and he couldn't help but wonder why she was here too.
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Post by SIREN EVENINGS on Feb 8, 2011 15:47:28 GMT -5
"If you are asking if I am one of them," She pointed to the burning building outside, the glow slowly fading to leave them in the growing darkness. "Then my answer would be no." She took measured steps forward until she was an arm's length away from him, a slight grin on her red lips. A tired smile. "And now that you have invaided my home, asked me a question as though I do not understand English, and are pointing that petty fire arm at me..." Her accent had grown thicker, that Irish lilt rolling off of her toung in a soft purr. "allow me to repeat my own question. Why are you here?" The ends of her claws clicked together impatiently, and she was losing her control. The tiny hairs on her body stood upright as her teeth began to sharpen. how much longer until she ripped this intruder's head from his shoulders? but, other than the twitching of a muscle here and there as she still fought her enraged instincts, she seemed calm. She even lifted her right hand to tuck her long hair behind her ear as she took one more, very small step forward. You could kill him. Right where he stood. No carpets to dirty. And you can always get a new gown. he smells young, for an Immortal... Siren gave herself an inward shake, loosening these thoughts as her shimmering gaze met the stranger's. "Well?"
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Feb 8, 2011 16:16:51 GMT -5
The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few
She spoke and confirmed that she was not part of the other building's operation. Everything had suggested that this was the case and he wanted to be sure. Coming closer she began to try show authority over him. Sure it was her place but that didn't make her boss. Not to him anyway. Lowering the gun, he flicked the strap over his shoulder and he let the gun hang from his side, holding it still with his right hand. Was that an Irish accent he could hear? It'd been so long since he'd returned home. His own accent had remained through all the travelling, if somewhat put on now. Grinning wildly, he decided that the soldier game was now old. New game. Investigate Miss Irish here. "Well I must be wrong when I assumed that you looked smart. You said yourself why I'd be here. And how am I meant to know if you speak English? I've only just met you!"
Looking around the hallway and through the partially opened doors around them, he questioned "Why are you here? This place would take a bit of money to do up. Do all the girls from Ireland these days live in places like this? Homeland must be doing badly if that's the case." Despite her calm exterior, he could feel the rage inside her as if it was heat itself. Animals were known to sense fear, so anger wasn't hard to sense. "You no doubt just watched me across the road. Those people are part of an organisation that want to bring a dead immortal's dream to life. That immortal was my sire. These lands that you live in below to my employers. So if anything, you are on their land. And before you think about doing something stupid, I should point out that no wolf has survived a fight with a hyena before. I'm Sully. Shifter and Hyena."
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Post by SIREN EVENINGS on Feb 12, 2011 1:59:29 GMT -5
"I know very well who they were. And no, this particular ground was not their's. it is mine." bought and paid for, and by her own money. And she was speaking to a mad man, it seemed... No matter, so long as he was no longer pointing that useless gun at her. And he was a rather... Efficiant killer.. She sighed, reaching up to massage her temple. "Well, since you are here, you might as well make yourself comfortable." Siren breezed past him, her eyes blazing in the shadows as she made her way to the first floor. In a far corner, across from her room, was an ancient table of dark mahogany. It was terribly heavy, with thick legs that curved. The table would sit ten people, with four on each side and one at eather end. the one that she settled into was the master's chair. It resembled a throne, with a high back and cusions of dark blue. the others were much the same, but smaller with lower backs. To her right was a small stand and, upon it, was perched a bottle of Black Grouse, Scottish Mault Whiskey. Call her a trator, but there was something about this particular spirit that she loved. Siren opened the bottle, inhailing the strong scent for a moment before pouring the amber liquid into a wine glass. There would be no small tumblers in her home. "Come, Sully. I beleave that I might have a proposition for you..." The seemingly young woman lit a cigarette from the pack beside the bottle and inhaled, then released the smoke before drinking. The first swig was always a pleasent shock that would make her eyes go wide with a wild look of pure pleasure. How it burned going down, like liquid fire, then subcided to leave only a growing warmth. She adored it.
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SHAUN SULLIVAN Were-hyena
You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot further with a smile and a gun
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Post by Urjasz Volkova on Feb 12, 2011 18:47:11 GMT -5
The survival of many will always justify the deaths of a few
Despite being told back at the mansion that the Gorchakovs own a lot of the buildings, Sully decided not to follow up her comment with an argument, as it was not his land to fight over. If they had an issue with her they'd surely deal with it themselves. She relaxed and invited him to do the same, to which he was unsure of how he could be any more relaxed than he was then. Fortunately for him she soon disappeared into a nearby room.
Glancing around the hallway, he decided he may as well stick about as he wasn't due back at the mansion for some time. He was prone to returning late, having got distracted after a job. Besides, unlike Urjasz, he had no one waiting for him back there. Unless you were to count little miss babysitter who had been nothing but an annoyance over the past week or so. Following her into the room, he looked around and watched her sit in what could only be described as a throne at the end of a large table.
“I didn't catch your name though. And looking at this room, are you sure you weren't linked to that group? Hardly looks like a room that you have your dinner in.” he said with an air of curiosity, yet cautiousness behind it.
Taking a seat at the table, he placed his gun on the table to allow his shoulder to rest from the weight and tried to get comfortable. It was rather hard to do so when the table was clearly set up for family meals and/or meetings. However, his fidgeting was interrupted by her offering something. Immediately he looked up to her, laying his hands along side the gun, separating it from her.
“Before you make such an offer, I'm inclined to remind you that I already have employers. However I will listen to what you have to offer. Out of curiosity, nothing more.”
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