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Post by Keller Galen on Nov 1, 2009 23:23:31 GMT -5
Keller felt a brief moment of comfort with finding Alex in the room with her, and that faded when she saw the way the stranger was taunting him. There was already a stream of blood flowing down the side of her cheek from a scratch on her forehead when she'd hit the floor earlier. And, it seemed like in the blink of an eye he was gone and had grabbed her. Keller tried to reach for Alex as she was pulled across the room and she screamed something that sounded like 'No', her voice was lost when she was forced to stand on the chair and the rope slipped around her neck. Closing her eyes she bit her lower lip, knowing that if she didn't comply with what he was doing she'd be dead much faster, before she'd be able to take another breath. Hot tears formed in her eyes and fell down her cheeks as the noose was tightened. Opening her eyes she stared at Alex, the only thing in her life that brought her any form of comfort. They could possibly be dead within minutes. Keller flinched when she felt the vibrations of him tapping the chair with his foot, and felt a feeling of confusion at what the clone pulled out for Alex. Her eyes flickered from him to Alex, her eyes begging for him to do something to help her as she felt anger for putting them in this situation,"fuck you." She said nearly inaudibly, the noose preventing her from getting as much air as she normally could.
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Post by samson carter mikkel on Nov 1, 2009 23:29:44 GMT -5
You've learned to hide so well, [/i][/color] pretending someone else can come && save me from myself.[/color][/font] --------------------[/center] [/b][/color]she growled, the forefront memory of her late twin still fresh in her mind as she faced down the vampire in front of them both. The blood had flowed, as head wounds always seemed to bleed the worst, and fell down the side of her face as her figure began to shake. “Let her go,” [/color]Kaleigh spoke, this time ignoring Archer straight out, chest heaving with mounting adrenaline, “Let her go, and do whatever you want with me instead.” [/color]The original (or copy?) didn’t speak for a few seconds, flexing his fingers before his eyes shone eerily bright, completely black and depthless. “Anything?”[/color][/b] His hand itched a fraction forward, began to sidestep toward the younger Black, and Kaleigh flew into him in a tackle as her form exploded, great timber wolf’s jaws extended. Samson rolled ontop of her with ease, hand at her throat as she struggled, vainly kicking, hurtling them both into the water. The fight had begun.[/size] [/ul][/blockquote]
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Post by archer elizabeth black. on Nov 1, 2009 23:42:13 GMT -5
Archer had felt a bit of a flinch come from her, at the mention of her sister though a hint of a smile came to her features and shook her head. “Hey, Spence, had to teach me something worthwhile, and it just happens that this stook.” She mumbled eyes carefully watching the male in front of her before seeing the form of her sister now in front of her. The words that came from Kaleigh next caused Archer to do a double take and then shook her head frantically once more, “No way in hell.” She stated, “I’m not leaving, I’m not leaving you here alone with him.” [/color] That was her final say, and when she saw him step towards her Archer took a bit of a step backwards. “Kaleigh!” She yelled when she then saw the other shift her form, the tackle failing her as the hand came around her sister’s neck, “Don’t you touch her!” Hissed Archer once more as she came to step forward, and towards the supposed copy of the vampire. “Kaleigh!” the second time she cried out and bit the bottom of her lip, she needed to get down there, to be able to get that vampire away from her sister, the two of them needed to get out of there without harm. Her scanned the waters where she had just watched the two of them thrown into, panic slowly starting to come over her as she waited for her sister's body to emerge from the waters. "Come on, come on..." mumbling to herself again as she tried to make her way down. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by samson carter mikkel on Nov 1, 2009 23:44:38 GMT -5
You've learned to hide so well, [/i][/color] pretending someone else can come && save me from myself.[/color][/font] --------------------[/center] [/i][/color]Samson threw himself onto him, ignoring the presence of Emily for now, and he wrestled him into the opposite side of the room, snarls rippling from his throat all the way, the collision of their bodies thunderous as mountains during an earthquake. Releasing him and stepping just barely away from the line of the middle of the room, he punched a button on his side of the wall, and in a crushing, instaneous movement, an iron chain link fence dividing the room into two halves, separating the two. Seconds later, the fence crackled, though showed no sound of being disturbed. Turning his back to Leo, Samson focused his attention on Emily, pulling a tool out of his front pocket. The glint of a switchblade twirled around his fingers. --- Maybe she wasn’t so useless after all. Samson looked towards her tauntingly, smiling without empathy as if she had just told a tasteless joke. “Stupid girl,” [/color]he hummed, almost sounding pitying if the act of him lightly kicking the chair centimeter by centimeter to death wasn’t opposing any hint of potential compassion. He swung the metallic trinket in his left hand around and around, as if playing with it; indeed, it looked the part of an aged relic, the metal of it faded into dangerous rust along the odd, sharper edges that resembled a… muzzle of some sort, perhaps. It was hard to tell. “So ignorant,” [/color]Samson continued conversationally, mindfully eyeing Alex every few seconds to see what he would choose to do. Any movement, and he risked the vampire kicking the chair and hanging his beloved… no movement, and he’d be force to relay to Samson’s very beckoning and will. He turned to eye Keller with an appeasing smile. “Don’t you know what he is?” [/color]he asked, black eyes wide and teasing, void of care, “I doubt you’d be so fond of him otherwise. But he would make a good pet.”[/color] Samson raised an eyebrow back at Alex, as if daring him to answer. “Wouldn’t you?”[/color][/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by archer elizabeth black. on Nov 2, 2009 0:18:16 GMT -5
He was not a fake, not one of these clones or copies or whatever they were that he had used with the others, that much Leo could tell as he watched the other male come in his direction. The scent of the fellow vampire filled his lungs and he growled and found himself moving more so in front of Emily now. Remaining there for only a brief moment, seeing as how he had thrown himself right back at Samson when the other had come at him, and so he could feel the bodies collide at each other, feel them moving away from where he had left Emily. He could feel his fangs come out from their normally almost human looking teeth as another sort of growl came from him and he could feel himself shove against Samson as the anger rose steadily inside of him. Then one wrong step and her found himself being pushed away from the male, even if all Samson had to do was a side step and just as Leo had regained his balance and ran towards Samson once more this chain fence had come in his way. Quickly stopping himself maybe half an inch or so away from where the fence was, and stopped. His fists clenched and a loud growl and his eyes flashed when he caught sight of the switch blade that Samson had. “Stay the hell away from her!” snapped Leo as he found himself then slamming his fists into the gate that stood between keeping Emily safe and himself.
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Post by samson carter mikkel on Nov 2, 2009 0:35:52 GMT -5
You've learned to hide so well, [/i][/color] pretending someone else can come && save me from myself.[/color][/font] --------------------[/center] [/i][/color] Ryanne clutched instinctively onto Aly, the pools of her eyes watering, though no tears had fallen as she dug her head into her neck, as if merely avoiding the visual would make it go away altogether. “I wanna go home, Aly,” [/color]she whispered, sounding as fragile and delicate as she may have in all fifteen years of breathing, though every bit of life knowledge she had told her it wouldn’t be that easy to escape this assumed torture chamber. At the sound of her confession, however, Samson snorted and let a low growl ripple from his chest as he approached the two, palms open to indicate he had no weapon, but certainly controlled them. His eyes fixed on the tainted being, the wolf, who seemed to be trying to keep it together under pretense of her friend. If that was how she wanted it… “Who goes first?”--- She thrashed underwater and it soon became crystal clear who had the upper edge, Samson’s vice grip on her throat never ceasing its strength as she raged against him, choking on water and as time ticked on, the lack of oxygen that she so desperately needed, and he had no use for. This would not be it, this wasn’t the end;[/color] Kaleigh struggled, claws raking against his marble-hard chest as she fought to turn the tides of the fight. Her head spun with even trying to contemplate how deep the pool was, though she estimated at least the standard twelve feet most pools were, if not more so. Samson threw her with a great thrust upwards, and with a great gasp the wolf inhaled a ragged breath of fresh air before both hands of the enemy became locked on her neck, now shoving her against the edge of the pool, her forelegs kicking uselessly to remain afloat, lest allow additional pressure on her throat. Emerald green eyes found the task of locating Archer beside the other side of the pool, and she choked a cough as Samson pressed harder against her jugular. Her teeth desperately ached to snap, to enclose around his wrist and his torso, to rip apart his body as her ancestors before her had done to the enemy, to kill, to burn. Without looking back at Archer, Samson asked her a simple question. “How far would you go to save your sister, girl?”[/color] Don’t listen, please, God, don’t listen, Archer.[/color] [/size][/blockquote][/ul]
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Post by archer elizabeth black. on Nov 2, 2009 0:46:00 GMT -5
The smallest bit of relief came from her when she then saw her sister emerge from the water, though it was very short lived when she then saw the hand clamp back down around her neck. Archer’s fists clenched once more when she saw the struggle that was going on there, how it seemed like her sister was on the losing end of the deal and how Archer wanted nothing more than to transform and rip apart the male that had decided this would be the place for him. That this was, for whatever reason the thing that seemed to bring him so much joy in torturing people he had never really met before this night. And then the question came to her, and Archer knew that this was the last thing that Kaleigh would want her to do, that she would rather sacrifice herself if it meant that Archer could go free, at least from what she had just seen. “Kaleigh…” Mumbled Archer as she looked back to her sister for a good long moment before her gaze came back towards the Samson copy for a longer moment, even though she knew that the time was short. That she had no idea of knowing what would happen next, what he had planned for the two of then, and so Archer slowly nodded. And so Archer did know her answer, without any doubt in her mind, Archer knew what she needed to say.
“As far as I would need to go.” She finally answered.
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Post by Captain WISHER ! on Nov 2, 2009 0:58:58 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream,but now I have some clarity to show you what I mean. [/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] [/i]. She could have helped the other girls, shown them the way out, given them some damn warning and instead she'd lead them like lambs to the slaughter. And judging by the screams and the shouting, it wasn't pretty in their. She spun about to face the one that had been left with her, her expression not afraid, oh no, there was no fear in her blood. Only anger. "Samson. What are you doing to them. Let them go! They haven't done anything, they're just girls! Do you want me to scream? Oh, I'll scream sugar. I'll scream to the world for my angel if you will just let them go."[/color] She knew she'd be hit for such comments. She knew she'd be punished. But she didn't care. [/size][/ul] APPAREL This. MUSIC None. Watchin' Firefly. WITH Just Samson now. SETTING Creepy as hell factory. NOTES She's screwed.
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Post by samson carter mikkel on Nov 2, 2009 1:01:26 GMT -5
You've learned to hide so well, [/i][/color] pretending someone else can come && save me from myself.[/color][/font] --------------------[/center] [/b][/color]he mused out loud, coming off disinterested and perhaps even bored, though Samson was nothing but as the crazed bloodlust slowly quivered his hold on the rod; he could feel and sense the others in the rooms, already beginning, touching, hurting, living through their anguish and pain. “I bet you didn’t know that.”[/color] Samson continued to circle both Jacen and Sarah, not caring if they dared to try to strike him, it wouldn’t matter anyway. They would scar. He would make sure of that, or his name wasn’t Samson Mikkel, city boy turned murderer. “I bet there’s lots you two don’t know.” [/color]He twirled the seemingly harmless rod in his hand, waiting, shifting his weight around to confuse his scent throughout the room. --- Wrong answer! [/color]Kaleigh’s urgency, if anything, intensified as she never ceased in her attempts to overthrow Samson and his death hold on her throat, though a yowl of surprise escaped her as Samson backhanded her, leaving her dizzy and sinking into the water, nothing but Samson’s hands keeping her upright. Without warning, he tossed her as if she were nothing more than a porcelain doll out of the water, the crashing sound of the wolf falling on the hard floor as Kaleigh struggled to stand upright. “Pathetic,”[/color] he whispered, supporting himself out of the pool as he stood without a noticeable injury on him, aside from a torn shirt from Kaleigh’s earlier clawing; he watched as the werewolf rose and fell back down, drained weak and confused from the blows to her head. Spencer… no... Archer… can’t… [/color]Kaleigh found her limbs shaky, her paws aching as she wavered on unsteady feet, only to be kicked down again from a kick to her ribs. Samson closed his eyes at the sight of the wheezing and limp wolf, before opening them and turning to Archer. “Take off your clothes.” No.. NO![/color] Kaleigh howled in protest, clamping down with brute force on his leg, finding the remnants of whatever strength left in her for the desire of protection of her sister. There was no way, no way in hell she would let him touch her. Not over my dead body![/color] Feeling sharp canines digging into his calf, Samson snarled and threw her down again, grabbing her by the scuff of the neck before launching her against the wall, where she fell with a sickening crunch. Her eyes opened and blurred, in and out, to the image of Samson walking towards Archer. Can’t… no… not her…[/color] She faded into unconsciousness. [/ul][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by archer elizabeth black. on Nov 2, 2009 1:38:28 GMT -5
Jacen felt the entirety of his body tense, this darkness was not something that he enjoyed, to not know where this male was, and to only get an idea of where he is whenever he spoke. Plus this movement that he made, had his scent moving from one spot to another. Simply another factor to add to the fact that Jacen didn’t know where he was, and Jacen could tell that there was something in his hand, by the way that he had chosen to use whatever it was. “Oh?” mumbled Jacen, and shook his head, no, but he had a feeling that it was something dealing with what was about to happen. "No, I suppose we didn't know that." he whispered. Jacen’s keen hearing had been able to pick up that much about the male that was somewhere close to where both himself and this girl that he hadn’t really met were. Jacen’s fist opened and closed as he tried to stretch out the muscles, anything to help make sure that at least he had some idea that there was someone still here. That this wasn’t just some sort of illusion that he had managed to create for them, but whatever was about to happen, Jacen knew that it was something that had definitely been carrying.
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Archer cringed and had to look away when she then saw what had happened to her sister, and Archer wanted this to just stop. For it all to just go away now, she wished that she had never talked to this guy. That he had picked some other small town, if she were to wish this monster upon any other person, or creature. But to know, for at least this brief amount of time, that Kaleigh would be safe, to know that Archer had done something that meant she could keep her sister out of the pain that Archer had felt like she had already put her through. “Stop! I’ll do it, just leave her alone!” snapped Archer, feeling her hands start to tremble as she looked down to the ground. The demand that had been given of her was not something that Archer had thought would be what she had to do, but she knew she had to do it. And even with Kaleigh fighting, she knew that she would still have to do it, if it meant that Kaleigh would be safe from this vampire. Archer saw her sister’s eyes close as she passed out, and Archer sucked in a deep breath as she found her shaking hands move quickly as she removed her shirt. Arms folding across her body in attempt to make herself feel like she hadn’t just agreed to what she had been told to do, like maybe she would still remain covered. [/size]
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Post by samson carter mikkel on Nov 2, 2009 1:49:04 GMT -5
You've learned to hide so well, [/i][/color] pretending someone else can come && save me from myself.[/color][/font] --------------------[/center] [/i][/color] Typical. He knew she’d break sooner or later, show some sort of humane side that was more probable to come out in the wake of others’ suffering than her own. “Girls destroy,”[/color] he reasoned quietly, the rumble of his tone aged and compassionless, “And those that love them deserve to fall.” [/color]He blinked, and the all black of his eyes faded into a deep velvet, the whites finally visible as he focused his gaze on her, a lazy grin returning in place. “Still calling me that?”[/color] Samson inquired, reaching a hand to tilt her head up towards him, eyebrows narrowing, “Scream. Please do.” [/color]His hand enclosed into a fist and swung back as it flew towards her stomach. “No one will hear you.”[/color] --- Samson couldn't help to turn away from Emily for a moment to watch with rapt fascination as soon as Leo’s hands came into contact with the chain link fence, watching the metal crack out sparks like whips of electricity, burning as the sheer amount of bolt force forcing him backwards into the opposite wall. “Try again?” [/color]Samson requested lightly, suppressing an imminent chuckle. Blackened eyes glared scarlet again as his form shook and doubled once more, and Samson gestured to his copy with ease. “Please, watch,” [/color]he waved the doppelganger ahead, and with eased observation stood witness to watching himself, in an essence, step towards the chain link fence and, rocking on his heels for a moment, tackled with the entirety of his body. As with Leo, the gate crackled and spit out volts of lightning, but the imposter didn’t release his hold, and soon smoke had begun to rise into vapor, flashing, enticing, then suddenly lighting in flames as the copy fell limp onto the gate, ignited and charring to ashes in front of them without one sound of agony escaping him. Samson shook, albeit slightly, shuddering before smiling and glancing towards Leo again. “Sorry, it gets to me just a bit. But what a show… what a show.”[/color] [/ul][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Captain WISHER ! on Nov 2, 2009 2:13:52 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream,but now I have some clarity to show you what I mean. [/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] [/i][/color] Her friend would be pissed, knowing that she'd walked straight up to her own death without even telling him. Without even warning him, heck, without even asking for his help. Eyes flashed when Samson spoke, her small, fragile little body still as a mountain, her rage meanwhile boiling inside her like a volcano. Rage at him for being so stupid, so bigoted, so god damn evil, and rage at herself for being powerless to stop him. Powerless to do anything but bleed, then die. "Girls destroy?"[/color] Her gaze met his when he tilted her face up, a vein jumping on her throat. "My father was my mother's angel, you're mine."[/color] Of course he wouldn't catch the subtly there, the meaning of her words. But she would, and she didn't care about anything else. The fist that swung into her stomach made her double over, fiery pain shooting up through her ribs, the sound of one cracking resounding through her chest. A gasp was wrenched from her lungs as she crouched for a moment and then rose, biting hard enough on her lip to make it bleed. "Its not girls who destroy Samson. You do. One girl, one girl dumps you, and you have a psychotic breakdown."[/color] She starts to laugh, a bitter, bitter laugh that echoes through the halls. "You're sad, so sad my angel. The spite of one little girl, and you hate an entire sex. Why, she aught to be proud of her handiwork. I ain't never seen no girl's ex this incensed."[/color] She laughed again. "You're chasing ghosts, angel. Tryin' to get revenge on she who spited you. And let me tell you sugar, you ain't never gonna catch her. No matter how many girls you kill. No matter how many pieces you tear me into, it ain't never gonna fix that hole in you."[/color] They were dead. She was dead. They were all dead, and there was nothing she could do. Nothing but fight on, fight on and laugh. And oh, would she laugh. She'd laugh herself right into the grave. [/size][/ul] APPAREL This. MUSIC None. Watchin' Firefly. WITH Just Samson now. SETTING Creepy as hell factory. NOTES Here we gooo.
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Post by archer elizabeth black. on Nov 2, 2009 2:20:03 GMT -5
Well at least with this, he had managed to somewhat capture the attention away from Emily, even if it meant that he had to cause himself pain. That pain that wanted to have him scream outwards and he flinched as he felt his back come to hit the wall that was behind him. If he needed to breath, Leo was sure that he would have needed to right then cause the wind would have been knocked from him. But no, instead he was stuck there, trying not to move for the time if he could help it, due to the shocks of pain that crawled through what felt like every inch of skin on him. An angered hiss came from his as he glared in the direction of Samson, his entire body cringed as he then saw the fake go into the fence. And Leo had to keep himself from making any sort of noise that may want to show the shock and fear or uncertainty that suddenly came over Leo, seeming to catch himself he forced the cold look to come back over his face. “A show? What the hell?” Leo hissed and shook his head, this guy truly was a real sicko, and he seemed to know it. Leo slowly moved away from the wall and narrowed his eyes once more as he came close to where the fence was, this time not touching it. “What the hell do you want, Samson?” He questioned.
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Post by samson carter mikkel on Nov 14, 2009 17:04:22 GMT -5
You've learned to hide so well, [/i][/color] pretending someone else can come && save me from myself.[/color][/font] --------------------[/center] [/b][/color]he murmured coolly, eyes leaving her temporarily to flicker to the bolted doors that held the others in, pair by pair, each with a copy of himself. “Your rambling is causing you to miss out on some choice music.” [/color]Indeed, the following silence led the exact pause needed for the sounds of crashes and screams. Two very important things too beautiful to miss out on, the symphony of sound more than entrancing to his ears, more than rewarding: it represented every city, every gig, every exit like this he had made for over a hundred years now. Nothing would ever change. Screams were always the same. Lifeless onyx burned red once more, and Samson, as well as every other Samson in the other rooms, felt the white hot desire. Kill, kill, kill.[/color] His hand shot out to her throat, where located the pulsing thread of life he was so desperate to sever once and for all. -- “What do I want?” [/color]his eyes widened at the proposed question, though there was more than something demeaning about the way he spoke, yet no subtlety of change, clearly monotone to make it all the more condescending in speech. The copy that had burned into oblivion on the fence had actually weakened him some, after all it wasn’t as if the replicas of himself were entirely their own being, no, they were controlled by the ones that had created them, original or copy itself. He fell back against the opposite wall, chest rising and falling barely faster in movement, leaning to support himself, and although the display of weakness was apparent, there was no altering of the smooth confidence flowing through his veins. Leo wouldn’t be able to touch him, and the mere idea of a human girl being able to inflict harm on him was an absurd, laughable concept. The switchblade’s handle was still gripped tightly in his hand, and slowly – meeting Leo’s sharp gaze all the time – he bent down to his knees beside Emily, raising the deadly metal against her neck, hardly touching, barely breathing. He shuddered briefly at the memory connected to Harley’s words right now, in the main room, and all amusement aforementioned seemed to dissipate there and then. “I want her blood. And I think you do, too.” [/color]The blade pressed down. --- To be perfectly honest, he might as well have been cloaked in velvet black and phased to the Grim Reaper himself. Samson spun the brand faster, faster, faster as he circled them both, letting the male speak briefly as a growl resonated in his throat. “Did I tell you to speak?” [/color]he snapped, the abrupt manifestation of anger unprovoked by the two in this room, but a girl, a stupid girl that dared to think she knew him better than he knew himself. “Shut the fuck up.” [/color]His hand flexed, and itched to flick the switch on the handle of the rod, it would be so much faster if he just got straight to the point. But no, he was supposed to stall, those were orders, supposed to linger the pain and let them suffer, but… “One girl, one girl dumps you, and you have a psychotic breakdown." An incomprehensible snarl flew from his chest at the linked words running through his head, and all orders lay forgotten. fuck this. [/color]They didn’t know, they’d never know, and no riddle of pain and gore would save either. Samson’s fingers found the switch and pressed, the rod’s end lighting up, a swirling mix of an orange red revealing a brand. The design glared, hot and luminous as the only source of light in the room, as he swung it at one of the two. --- He needn’t have looked back to know the wolf lying behind had blood matted into its fur, and seemed to be barely breathing, the sound ragged and strained. But he wouldn’t have either way, instead focused on the steady footfalls as he made his way painfully slowly over to the younger sister. She had begun to shake right as his eyes seemed to shift blank, then return again, determined and emotionless as before. Women, it seemed, were good for nothing, and this one, right here in front of him, was about to attest to that statement. How foolish was she, able to run, able to possibly escape if she had wished to, instead staying for what? Family? Ties that may bind, but also break. His teeth clenched together at her obvious show of vulnerability, fury spiked that she had obeyed, as it would have even if she hadn’t. Once he had reached her, his hand grasped at her hair, swinging down by the roots as he spoke again before releasing his hold, appearing aggravated and impatient. “All of your clothes.”[/color][/size][/ul][/blockquote] NOTES brand for jacen & sarah.
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Post by ° LiNDSeY ° on Nov 22, 2009 23:28:14 GMT -5
Aly's instincts took over as the hint of threat seemed to mark her best friend. No matter what fighting they'd done, or changes had happened inside her friend, that was the matter - they'd always be best friends, sisters in all respects. Aly was the exact type of person to sacrifice herself for those she loved, and the words from this monster in front of her made that feeling of selflessness, and protectiveness erupt as her very body erupted into a furry mess. The change was the act of signifying one thing - Aly was first. But if Aly could fight it, fight him off in any way, she'd be the only one. She'd take whatever pain was necessary to protect Ryanne. She was losing Casey already, she wouldn't lose her other best friend too. A loud growl escaped her and echoed through the room as she lunged, no longer caring of her own safety, or the secret she'd been born with. A life was at stake, her best friend's life, her sister's life. And that was the only thing that flooded her mind as she gave into the fury within.
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