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Post by Morgan Black on Mar 3, 2009 10:56:00 GMT -5
  Burn it to the ground tonight
Morgan hovered near the edge of the rooftops, staring down at the dark street below. Waiting was such a tedious game. Time drips past at the speed of a tortoise, because it knows you are waiting.
She shifted closer to the edge, her eyes closed, listening intently to the sounds of the night. She needed to kill, she needed the rush of the hunt.
Morgan was a cold blooded killer, it was her drug. And without it, she turned into the biggest psycho-bitch imaginable.
Morgan wasn't fussy about what or who she killed. Vampire, werewolf, "them" even mortals, if the money was high enough. Morgan simply liked to kill. She liked being in control. Over everything. Life, death, happiness, un-happiness. Morgan's control was her sanity and if she lost it she would snap.
Taking in a deep clearing breath, Morgan took several steps back and jumped across to the building in front of her. She landed with a loud thud near the edge and tumble forward, laughing lightly to herself.
She rolled onto her back and stared up at the stars, still smiling. Anyone watching her would think she'd gone mad. In truth, Morgan probably was mad. Maybe not mental asylum mad, but mad none the less.
To be fair any girl who enjoys killing and laughs at the sight of blood is definitely not all there in the head.
Morgan jumped up as the footsteps sounded above her head and rounded on the intruder to her private time.
"Can't anyone get some fucking peace around here?" she exclaimed, pulling the gun out of her belt.
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Post by Asher Martin on Mar 4, 2009 20:57:32 GMT -5
Asher rounded the corner and found himself looking down the barrel of a gun. His eyes widened but he wasnt alarmed. He'd had guns pointed at him before. Of course most of the time it was cops who really wouldnt shoot him because he bought them all drinks of Friday nights. A small smile played across his lips and he raised his hands in surrended. Take it easy there doll I'm not here to spoil your fun...do unto others as you would have them do unto you he said grinning fully now. It would be rather unfortunate if she shot him but he could heal though head wounds were always the worst. He let his eyes wander over her as discreetly as he could and realized she was a find. At least for tonight. He'd almost run out of girls on his side of the city.
He could see from the crazed look in her eyes that she wouldnt hesitate to kill but he hoped he might be the exception. What good was going out tonight if he just got shot before it barely even had started? Stepping to the side of the gun he grimaced watching her closely. I'm not very good at begging for my life but if you prefer that I could...should I get down on my knees? he asked. He was trying to loosen her up. He didnt want her so tense she would shoot a rat if it ran out at the wrong moment. Asher kept his hands up firmly showing her that he meant her no harm or discomfort...hopefully. His grin widened over his face as he watched her for a reaction that could either make or break his night. |
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Post by Morgan Black on Mar 5, 2009 4:44:18 GMT -5
Morgan didn't lower her gun. For two reasons. Firstly she had no idea who this man was, so as far as she knew he could be a vampire, werewolf or even one of them. And they aren't really picky about who they kill.
And second of all he called her doll. Morgan hated pet names in any way or form. Her name was Morgan. Morgan. Not doll, not sugar, not baby. Morgan.
"Don't call me doll" she said coldly, eying the man with discontent.
Morgan watched as he tried to edge round the gun, her hand followed him, keeping him in firing range.
She chuckled lightly and shook her head when he said about begging. She pointed he gun the floor briefly, before pointing it back and him.
"On your knees then" she said, a cruel grin on her lips. "Convince me, not to shoot you" she teased.
Flirting? Already? Wow Morgan was quick off the mark today, it usually took her a lot long to find someone worth flirting with, or to find something flirtatious to say. But then what could she say, a good looking man willing to beg. What more does a girl want? [/size] |
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Post by Asher Martin on Mar 5, 2009 22:22:00 GMT -5
Asher could tell he had pissed her off with the "doll" thing. Some girls didnt like it. How was he supposed to know that she was one of the few that didn't? He kept a smile on his face though he was beginning to wonder if this wasnt such a good idea. He knew he might have a chance when she laughed about his begging and broke bringing her gun down. He lifted an eyebrow as she pointed it at him again and commanded him to get down on his knees. White teeth gleamed from between his lips as he slowly lowered himself down to his knees keeping his hands up. Like I have already stated...begging was never my thing but I suppose I can give it a shot...just for you he said winking at her flirtaciously. She may hate it but Asher was going to flirt with her anyway. It wasnt in his nature to pass such a girl up.
Asher pursed his lips as if actually in thought about how he would convince her to "spare" him. Finally Asher gave a sigh and shrugged looking up at her with a mock pained expression. You know I knew I should have practiced my "please dont shoot me" speech before I left tonight...comes in handy every now and then...but I can't remember it so all I can say is that I can't convince you...all I can do is hope that whatever boyish charm I have will appeal to your better nature...not that you have a bad one...I like everything about you...so far he said grinning up at her playfully. He couldnt expect her to actually spare him. He could see she was beyond the point in her life to care about strange men. Just one more beautiful virtue about her. Something about merciless women just turned Asher on.
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Post by Morgan Black on Mar 9, 2009 7:21:55 GMT -5
Morgan watched him fall to his knees, she laughed loudly, but didn't put her gun away.
"Hm, very convincing" she laughed again and rolled her eyes.
Morgan was tempted to put her gun away and be swept away by this beautiful stranger. But it went against everything she thought and believed in. It was so... Morgan to be more scared of a flirtatious situation then a actual dangerous one.
Morgan didn't do well with men. Sure she could get them if she wanted, she would much rather kill a few vampires or dogs then have a night of passion.
Perhaps that marked her as some sort of damsel in distress who needed someone to unlock her heart.
She inwardly shook her head and put her gun in her belt.
"Your lucky I'm feeling generous today" she offered him her hand.
ooc; it's horrible, I'm sorry.
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Post by Asher Martin on Mar 10, 2009 20:11:22 GMT -5
Asher smiled. A victory even if it was a small one. Pretending to worship her Asher did a mock bow with his face to the ground and came back up to smile at her. Thank you Oh Merciful One he cried with enthusiasm. Having finished his performance on the ground Asher grabbed her extended hand though he didn’t need it to stand. He grinned even wider as he gave a slight tug to pull himself closer to her. He stared at her for a moment before smiling lightly. Forgive my being so forward…but you have beautiful eyes…and that was the truth not a pick up line he said making it clear that pick up lines were not his style. Not wishing to push his chances Asher released her hand and sidestepped to give her some room. Just another tactic he had picked up while trying his best to understand women when he was younger. It really wasn’t too fair of overconfident men (like Asher) to smother women. It made everyone uncomfortable. Even men. That’s why so many break ups happened he supposed. Someone felt more attached to the other. Asher gritted his teeth for a moment shaking off the feeling of self pity. Shanti had been a special woman and he had been a fool for not listening to what she wanted.
Asher crossed his arms over his chest and looked at this girl. Oh she was beautiful. He was glad he had stuck with it. Maybe if he was lucky she would let him get to know her. Another tactic. Patience. Though Asher was always eager to bed a girl that he liked sometimes the fun ones were the ones that posed a challenge. Always the best ones he agreed with himself. His eyes wandered over her body. What did he care if she noticed that he was looking? She should be proud that she looked great. Asher grinned trying to keep his thoughts from wandering too much. Well now that the foreplay is complete…shall we start with names he said stepping backward to lean against the small brick containment wall. Slowly Asher started to piece things together about her. She knew how to use a gun. She was tough. She liked him. For now. She also didn’t trust him he could tell. Not completely if at all. He would have quite a while to work on that tonight.
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Post by Morgan Black on Mar 14, 2009 11:25:36 GMT -5
Morgan laughed as he refereed to her as 'oh merciful one'. The idea of a man worshiping her, with a very nice idea. Morgan, although not really fussed by men, was a very very dominant character.
Morgan breath caught in her throat as he tugged himself closer to her and complimented her. Not something she was used to. She giggled nervously "Thank you, i guess."she said, quietly. Watching as he stepped away from her once again.
Morgan watched his eyes scan her figure and couldn't help but grin, she was glad she pleased him. But then, with a body like hers it was to be expected.
"I'm Morgan" she said. Morgan watched him lean back against the wall and let her eyes quickly scan up and down his muscled body. She wasn't complaining about what he looked like. Nor would she complain about where ever tonight would head.
ooc; omg it's horrible, I'm sorry.
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Post by Asher Martin on Mar 14, 2009 22:55:37 GMT -5
Asher grinned as she spoke her name. Morgan. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. It was unique. He hadn’t ever met any other Morgan’s in his life time. Special names were always a favorite with him. And I’m Asher…oh the formalities…I never did like them much he said tossing a boyish grin her way. She seemed friendly enough now. He was sure she was a great woman…after she pulled the gun out of your face and let you up. She seemed the type that could kick your ass if you really pissed her off. Asher had no intention of doing that tonight. Unless it got her into bed with him. Feeling as if the conversation were about to go dead Asher nodded to the gun at her hip. Were you born with that bad boy in your hand or did you connect some other way…you hold it like a pro he said taking a few small steps toward her but stopping. Rule of thumb. If you want a girl to be closer to you just let her come or else she could be gone before you could even say “what the hell happened?”. Asher crossed his arms over his chest beckoning her to come to him with his eyes. The eyes were almost always a success.
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Post by Morgan Black on Mar 18, 2009 7:58:31 GMT -5
"Asher?" she repeated "Thats a unique name." she paused and thought for a moment. She hand twitched by her gun, that name didn't sound very, well recent.
"How old are you exactly..?"
Morgan chuckled "What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." she quoted her favorite Shakespeare line dramatically.
Morgan laughed again, apparently she was doing that alot around this Asher character.
"Born with it in my hand obviously" she stuck out her tongue playfully and absentmindedly stepped slightly to wards him.
There wasn't much of a gap between them now, half from Asher step to wards her, half from her to wards him. Well apparently they were on the same track.
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Post by Asher Martin on Mar 18, 2009 23:30:15 GMT -5
Asher grinned. Romeo and Juliet he stated recognizing the line. I think I read that my freshman year of high school…feels like that was eons ago he said purposefully trying to ignore the age question. Why was that always a top question for girls to ask? Did he look really young? To him he looked like he could be mid twenties to early thirties. He couldn’t possibly look like a teenager. He was bitten after he turned twenty one he was sure. He wouldn’t age much more than that but after several long years it felt like you were ancient. Asher had to admit that once he had realized what he truly was he was so angry he thought about finding a vampire or slayer to kill him and get it over with. There was no way he could live for all eternity or as long as time would allow him. He would get…bored. That was when he started thinking more about material things. Somehow his parents knew about what had happened to him and were determined for him to stay away so they sent him thousands a month just to keep him in London and so far the city suited him just fine.
Asher shot Morgan a stunning smile as she laughed again sticking out her tongue. She wasn’t the Playboy kind of sexy…she was cute sexy and that fit Asher just fine. Not innocent though. He could tell she was far from that. She had seen her fair amount of action over however many years she had lived. He longed to ask her the same question she had asked him but if he didn’t answer her question then why would she ever answer his? Guns were never my cup of tea…ever since my mam told me not to play with knives I did the opposite to make his point Asher pulled out his switchblade and swung it open twirling it expertly on his fingers and switching it closed and shoving it back in his pocket. He didn’t want to scare her off. Seeing a stranger with any type of weapon could scare anyone. Hell it even scared him. He noted that she had come towards him even if it were just a little bit…the eyes had worked. Shall I buy us a couple rounds of poison or will inebriation impare your judgement too much? he asked grinning.
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