Isabel
Half-Vampire
Departed
Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
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Post by Isabel on Oct 25, 2006 16:57:09 GMT
She rumbled in, the sleek black bike beneath her purring like a contented animal, even though she could feel the potential there. Isabel grinned behind her helmet and ran a gloved hand over the side of her motorcycle. Baby'd always been good to her.
"Iz!"
The shout came as she slowed to a stop and killed th motor. Turning, she pulled off her black helmet and resisted the urge to toss her hair in the stereotypical girly fashion. Another broad grin graced her face. "Hey, Skid," she greeted in a low purr of a voice. Glancing about, she took in the crowd and smirked. "News gets 'round fast, don't it?"
The taller man gave a grin that made his face look years younger. "Everybody likes a good race, babygirl," he retorted.
"Right. Same stakes as usual?"
Skid nodded, the motion bouncing his dark hair into his eyes. "Down around and back." He turned to his own bike, a wicked silver number and straddled the beast, slamming down his helmet and flipping up the visor. A hand disappeared into the back pocket of his leathers (which should have been too tight to have pockets in the first place) and appeared with a tightly rolled wad of cash. "Two thou."
She grinned. Briefly, the light of the full moon glinted off of canines that were far too large to be human. Isabel retrieved her own cash from inside her boot. "Two thou. Winner take all."
They handed the cash off to the holder and Isabel laughed out loud as she slammed her helmet back on. "Yo, Skid!" she shouted as she started up her bike again. "Ready to eat pavement?"
The male werewolf only flashed a wicked grin and his eyes shimmered before his visor covered them. "In your dreams, Izzy!"
The roaring of the crowd around the two racers was nearly drowned out by the roaring of the two racing bikes. Isabel sat low on her vehicle. A young biker tart stepped out, all black leather and lace, raising one hand to the moon. The tension flooded Isabel's ears, blocking out all sound. There was only the growl of the motor beneath her; all she could see was that pale hand...
And then it dropped. The half-vampire racer gave an war cry fit for an Amazon. Beside her, she heard Skid snarl an oath. Both bikers tore into the night.
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Isabel
Half-Vampire
Departed
Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
Posts: 48
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Post by Isabel on Oct 29, 2006 16:53:34 GMT
Ten minutes later...
"Like I dun told ya," Isabel shouted through her helmet as Skid slapped the two large wads of cash into her hand. "You can't win against me, Skid. I'm the best around these parts."
Skid only smirked. It wasn't like two grand was a huge deal to him; the rogue wolf could always scam twice as much off some idiot schmuck in town. "But someday, babygirl. Someday. And besides, practice makes perfect."
Isabel gave a wicked smile and tucked her winnings into the inner pocket of her jacket. "Hope your pockets are deep enough for that, cher amí," she teased. The half-vampire gave her bike's engine a hard rev and slammed down the visor on her helmet before she tore off towards town. The night was still young, and Isabel wanted to pull as much chaos from it as possible.
Continued at: Isabel's Apartment
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Dec 20, 2006 21:19:49 GMT
Continued from: Apartment Complex; Building C; The Roof.
The night was rich with a sweet, tempting mix of scents, everything from printed money to sweat, and his sensitive nose took it all in, his paws covering ground with ease as he picked his way through the city, sticking to the backstreets that would keep him hidden from the eyes of easily-spooked mortals who would either take a shot at him with whatever pea-shooters they carried to try and have peace of mind, or call animal control. And the last thing he needed was some chubby S.O.B. with a net chasing him down an alley, thinking he was some manic stray.
Hmph, as if I look like a dog anyway, Bo thought as he hopped effortlessly over a toppled garbage can that had probably been used in some dare or another. He wasn’t a dog. No way. Wolves were far superior to their domesticated cousins, and beyond that, he was no normal wolf. His form was sleeker, larger and more powerful than that of the wild descendants of his race. Loup garou, as his mother would have called them. The werewolf.
His jowls lifted in a lupine grin, and his ears twitched as he picked up on the sound of laughter, and playful scuffling. Pausing at the edge of an old warehouse that had long ago cleared out any useful components, his keen blue eyes landed on a group he recognised in a heartbeat. Bobby and company. A little chuckle of a noise slipped out of him, and he skipped back into the shadows of the building’s rear to change.
His transformation came swiftly, so practised and commonly-used that Bo barely even felt the crack and snap of bones or cartilage anymore, and when he was finished reforming, he pulled on his clothes. After his left glove was fitted snugly back into place, he took hold of the straps of his pack, and wandered out from around the corner he had so stealthily spied around minutes ago.
“Hey! Look what the cat dragged in!” Bobby cried out in greeting, the light from the fire housed inside an old trashcan playing over his stubble-strewn features.
“Not cat,” Bo pointed out with a devious grin, and Bobby and his little gang laughed to themselves, exchanging rapid little murmurs of conversation. Accepting the ‘shake’ that Bobby slapped into his palm, he listened as the youngster addressed him again.
“You missed the race, man, where were you?”
“Checking the streets. You know me.” Bo dropped his pack onto the ground at the foot of the flaming can. “I’ll catch the next one.” His eyes almost flickered in the light from the fire, and the others glanced to one another eagerly, as if they had caught the suggestiveness in Bo’s tone.
He had every intention of being at the next race. In fact, he planned on being more than a mere spectator…
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Dec 21, 2006 3:09:13 GMT
Continued from: Downtown Streets
" 'Sup, bitches!"
Fee zoomed in and around the little group camped out near the impromptu fire, dodging a few playful swats as she gave a brief howl to the full moon. She came to an easy stop and stepped on the back end of her board to pop it up into her hand.
"Heya, Shorty," Bobby greeted with a grin, offering a hand. A rather complex, but brief handshake insued. "Isn't it past your curfew?"
"Fuck you, Bobby."
"Anytime, babe."
Fiona only smirked and granted her friend a one-fingered salute. The not-so-short female shouldered her way into the group to take in some of the warmth from the fire, making sure to give the blonde male on her right a good nudge. "Move it or lose it, Blondie," she growled, teasing.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Dec 21, 2006 3:26:58 GMT
Sure, they were immature, a few of them were high on some narcotic or another, Bo was pretty much the oldest one there, and not all of them had ‘immortal blood’, but damn if they weren’t entertaining. Bo would take this lot over some sensible crowd any day. He watched the brief exchange between Bobby and Fee, grinning deviously when the latter tossed the former the finger. She had guts. He liked that.
And then she nudged him. Her growled tone provoked a real but harmless snarl from him, and he tossed an intensely-blue, half-hearted glare at her. “And here I was thinking I’d be the last arrival,” he remarked casually, looking her up and down, spying the little bulge in her pocket that was, without a doubt, some poor chump’s wallet. “What’s your excuse?”
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Fee
Human
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I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Dec 21, 2006 3:38:42 GMT
"Fashionably late, as always," she shot back. The female gave a brief turn, showcasing the torn blue jeans (the knees covered by pads, of course), her black tanktop that had 'A.F.I.' stamped across it in silver lettering, and her every-present denim jacket. Grinning, she undid the clip that held her helmet in place and removed the bit of safety gear, giving her braided hair a brief shake.
"Takes time for a girl to look this hot, sweetheart." With a wicked little smile, she added, "Plus, I had to grab a little cash on the run, if you get my drift."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Dec 21, 2006 3:43:35 GMT
“Oh, I get your drift.” He smirked and waggled his eyebrows almost suggestively, earning a snicker from a pair across from them. “And that’s too bad… about having to take time, I mean. Because, y’know, we can’t all have it so easy.” He grinned wickedly, his canines a little too sharp, and jumped back from her swipe, swinging behind him to give Bobby a smack on the arm, as if laughing at his joke was inappropriate.
“But then again, nobody has to try as hard as this poor sucker.” He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder at Bobby.
“Hey!”
“We all know he tries his best.” He turned to stand beside Fee, hand near his chin as if thinking something over, before he clucked his tongue, shook his head and sighed. “I almost feel bad for the poor guy, y’know?”
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Dec 21, 2006 3:53:46 GMT
Fiona gave a dramatic sigh and nodded in agreement while keeping her eyes fixed on Bo. She was fairly sure that, had she been of the supernatural persuasion, her eyes would have made some kind of shift, like Bo's could, but that wasn't the case. She didn't need a wolfen alterego to be cheeky though.
"It's a damn shame, Bobby, I'll tell ya that." With a grin that was just asking for trouble, she circled idly around her blonde companion, looking him up and down. "I mean, I s'pose there's potential in there...somewhere. Maybe. If we dig down deep."
It was Bo's turn to lash out and Fee dodged the swipe, giggling, "He does get more ass in a week than you get in a year, though." Her wicked grin turned on Bobby. "So he's gotta be doin' something right."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Dec 21, 2006 3:59:06 GMT
Bo gave a predictable growl, the sound mingling with the laughter of the group, and when Fee stopped moving, he snagged her by the collar of her jacket. He didn’t smack her though, or anything else that could be counted as roughhousing, but instead, gave a very immature tug on her braid, and slung his arm around her shoulders, giving her a brief squeeze as if to say ‘watch it’.
“I’ll tell you what I’m doing right,” he said, looking to Fee, and then Bobby. “I shower.”
Another roar of laughter went up from the group, and Bobby started forward, before stepping back again, and settling for giving the blonde wolf the finger. Another of Bo’s grins flashed into being, his canines showing themselves once again.
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Fee
Human
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I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Dec 21, 2006 4:09:17 GMT
Fee's laughter echoed with the rest of the group, but in the back of her mind, she was preparing to exact he revenge; nobody messed with the hair. "Point there, Scruffy," she chuckled, slinging her own arm around Bo's waist as though all was forgiven. "Hygiene is key. But there is one very important -- vital, even -- component."
SMACK!
Even with her gloved hand and the thick fabric of Bo's jeans, the smack to his rear could be heard. Fee tore away from her friend with a squeal when he snarled at her and tried to snatch at her jacket again. Dropping her board next to the trashcan, she scampered around the 'campfire' before she stuck Bobby between herself and the irritated wolf.
"Bobby's head isn't quite as far up his ass!" She was going to get it, and good, but it would be worth it. Besides, Bo knew she didn't mean it, so it was all in good fun. Kinda.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Dec 21, 2006 4:16:18 GMT
The laughter went in one ear and out the other, the wolf inside of Bo bouncing from side to side, yipping and howling at the exchanges in the group, mainly between himself and Fee. He loved their little bickers and teases, and this one was no different. It was all play, and in good fun, and it wouldn’t be a night with ‘the gang’ without at least one little spat.
“I may have my head up my own ass,” he conceded, “but it’s justified, huh?” He hit his left boot down, and the skateboard sprang up, to connect with his waiting hand. “Oh, lookie what we have here, Mac’… drop something?” He saw her eyes widen, and grinned almost maniacally. He wouldn’t damage the skateboard at all, knowing how much it meant to her, but he could give as well as he received.
“You should be more careful, Chickadee,” he said to her with a sigh and a cock of his head, skateboard held in one gloved hand as he stepped back, a clear, unspoken ‘come and get it’ if ever there was one.
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Fee
Human
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I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Dec 21, 2006 4:26:20 GMT
Fee's eyes went from a wide-eyed gape to a warning glare fairly quickly. Bo would never do anything to her board, and she knew that...but it was the principle of the thing, dammit.
"I'll give you 'til the count of ten to put the board down, Elridge." Her voice was dangerously low, but the mischievous glint in her eye downplayed the threat a bit. "And don't think I won't tackle your scrawny, white ass."
Bo's wicked expression didn't change, and Fee only met his gaze cooly before she cocked her head and said simply, "Ten," before she leapt at him with a yell. The pair hit the ground fairly hard, enough to force the board from the blonde's hand, but Fiona didn't actually want to hurt Bo -- or her board, for that matter -- so she went easy...ish.
"Got you now, Scruffy!" she crowed. She saw her board rolling idly away and grinned at Bobby when he snagged it for her before she really got started, using the same chokehold that Bo had taught her not two nights ago. He fought, but Fee fought back harder. "Say my name, biotch!"
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Dec 21, 2006 19:19:12 GMT
As they went down and she ‘pinned’ him, Bo couldn’t help himself, laughing a little more than was probably polite. He always loved the way Fee wasn’t afraid of him, or what prowled inside of him, and the wolf within practically buried its muzzle between its paws to ‘giggle’ about it, tail wagging. She was a scrappy little human, but human or not, she was a friend, and she made him laugh. How could he dislike her for that?
“C’mon now, Fee…” he warned her in a low voice, moving his hands; one around her forearm, and the other to her opposite shoulder, even as his eyes darkened in the flash of the wolf. And then suddenly, he bucked, and she gave a squeak as they flipped. Her back against the ground, Bo pinned her, grinning broadly as the roots of his hair became inky and dark; just a tease. He had more control than that…
“I taught you that. But don’t think I didn’t keep a few tricks up my sleeve to fight it.” He winked. “It was only a matter of time before you tried it on me, after all.”
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Fee
Human
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I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
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Post by Fee on Dec 22, 2006 4:16:25 GMT
She heard the hoots of laughter from their audience; oaths from Bobby and his cronies. "Damn, Mackie," Bobby sniggered. "He got you good."
Oh yeah?
"Not quite, Bobby," Fee growled out. Her dark gaze returned to Bo, all mischief and challenge. "All right, I'll give you that one, sweetheart. But you gotta remember that I've been training with Ian, too."
The smaller human snaked her arms through Bo's and grasped at his shoulders. One foot slid between their bodies before Fiona gave a shout and bucked. That, combined with the foot that she managed to slip between their bodies, allowed her to flip Bo clean over her head. The fact that she wasn't as strong as her blonde counterpart made it difficult, but there was also less chance of actually hurting him, which was good.
With Bo off of her, Fee grinned, and showed off a little; a neat kip flipped her back onto her feet. Her grin went from cheeky to downright gloating when she spun to face Bo, who was already on his feet again. By the way his eyes glowed in the flickering firelight, Fiona got the sinking feeling that revenge was near at hand...if he could catch her.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Dec 27, 2006 3:18:11 GMT
Damn you, Skid, Bo thought as he stared at the girl in front of him, his eyes a more vibrant, feral blue than normal, his hair bleeding back, as if streaking through with ink. His annoyance was only temporary and childish, but his wolf was still riled at the retaliation, and wanted to win. He didn’t like losing. And Fee knew that.
“Okay, Pipsqueak… nice move… but I’ve got years on you, and a few tricks up my sleeve.” He grinned, his canines sharp and wicked. “As you should know…” He only wished he could change quickly, and without losing his clothes; this fight would already be over were that the case. Instead, he started prowling around the fire… and step for step, Fee matched him on the other side of the fire.
Bo quirked a brow, his smirk knowing and perhaps prematurely triumphant.
His eyes flashed again suddenly, and with a deep, sharp growl, he launched. His powerful thrust of his legs propelled him over the fire, the light of it dancing over his features as he sailed through the air, controlling his flight so that he wouldn’t hurt his ‘opponent’.
When he tackled her, listening to the sound of her perfectly-timed shriek of surprise, he tucked his body around and down, landing first to absorb the impact before swinging them over neatly and pinning her again, making sure he trapped her legs this time as well.
“Now there’s something you can’t do, Chickadee…”
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