Elena
Rogue Werewolf
Informant
And I'm alone now.
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Post by Elena on Oct 25, 2006 20:19:22 GMT
Oh, that was it. No more dancing around the subject of what she wanted to do, and he’d just given her a damn good reason to stop hesitating.
Without even pausing to think, she swung, punching the vampire right in the face. See how he likes my ‘mutt’ germs all over his precious face. Shame he isn’t still wearing the shades, though. She would have taken satisfaction in the sound of them breaking, but she would have to settle for the familiar sensation of flesh on flesh contact.
A fair few people in the line outside the club gasped, but the she-wolf ignored them all, wondering if they would think anything of her blazing eyes, or just put it all down to contacts. She didn’t care right then. Elena was too busy glaring at the no-good bloodsucker who’d had the nerve to call her a mutt…
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Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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And I'm alone now.
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Post by Elena on Oct 26, 2006 0:23:06 GMT
“Oh, it’s not the answer,” she told him in a low, dangerous tone, meeting his gaze. “It just felt good.” She quirked a brow, as if daring him to contradict her. Of course, for all she knew, this was a powerful vampire, but she considered the entire race to be inferior, and it would take a hell of a show to change her mind. She doubted he had it in him.
Almost wish he’d try, though, she thought to herself, watching him and waiting to see what he would do next. She half-expected him to brush it off and walk away, but who knew? Maybe he had the balls to at least try and swing back.
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Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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And I'm alone now.
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Post by Elena on Oct 26, 2006 0:44:35 GMT
Oh how amusing it would be if they realised their ‘employment’ paths actually crossed. But since it seemed unlikely they would be talking civilly and sharing details, it probably wouldn’t come up.
“Mostly,” she replied with a not-so-subtle smirk on her own face. She wasn’t ashamed to admit that she liked to enjoy herself, and took satisfaction from things that felt good. But, she was also sensible… or at least sensible enough to know that starting a true werewolf-vampire fight outside of a busy club wasn’t the smartest thing to do, given that it would only be a matter of time before one of them betrayed their true nature and sparked suspicion in the mortals close to them.
Her smirk grew, as if daring him to lash out in return… to give her an excuse to hit him again.
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Elena
Rogue Werewolf
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And I'm alone now.
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Post by Elena on Oct 26, 2006 20:43:53 GMT
She was fed up with waiting. If he didn’t make a move soon, then she’d take the chance away from him and just swing again. She wasn’t the most patient creature in the world, and even less so when faced with a race that she despised.
When the phone rang, Elena growled to herself, her sensitive ears catching the shrill tone before the humans reacted to it. Many of them started impressively at the sudden break in the tension between the pair, and the female wolf didn’t appreciate the distraction. It took most of her self-control to keep from reaching out and snatching the phone from his grasp. But that wouldn’t solve anything, and this wasn’t the place for the fight she knew she really wanted.
He… what? Another thing she hated — being blown off. This vampire was just making himself look worse and worse in Elena’s eyes, which was an achievement, considering her current view of vampires already. She wasn’t going to let him end this so bluntly and without excuse. No… she would have what she wanted, and dammit, she wanted to teach this vampire a thing or two. Without sparing a glance to the curious human crowd, she stalked off after him, intent flashing in her eyes.
Continued at: Alleys and Streets; Backstreets with Duncan.
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Isabel
Half-Vampire
Departed
Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
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Post by Isabel on Nov 5, 2006 22:18:05 GMT
Continued from: Alleys and Streets; Abandoned Warehouse
Isabel saw the black baby limo pull up and snarled under her breath. She had healed from her wounds by the time the bastard had arrived, and now, she was starting to feel the pull of the bloodlust. Her hair, which had fallen loose from its braid during the fight, began to curl wildly around her; she never understood why it did that. A flash from the small limo's headlights illuminated her eyes, the whites of which held a tinge of red. She was in control, but only just.
"Ma'moiselle..." The informant was fairly tall and handsome enough, though his eyes were shaded by a pair of expensive sunglasses. She would have taken more notice if she hadn't been so...agitated. "Terribly sorry to keep you waiting - "
"Spare me the small-talk," Isabel growled. She strode forward with an easy swagger and dug a hand into her pocket. In the gentleman's outstretched hand she placed three sets of fangs. "One dusted before I got the fangs. You'll find his ring and the warehouse."
Shades smirked. "Very well." The human turned to retrieve an envelope from the limo's backseat which he handed over to her. "The remained of the money will be in your account within the hour."
Isabel's grin was all fang and no humor; she was hungry and she wanted out of here. "It had better," she purred before moving to mount her bike again. "Pleasure doing business with you."
"Likewise, cheríe."
The endearment made her laugh, the sound almost drowned out by the screaming of her bike's engine.
Continued in: Building B; Isabel's Apartment
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Iris
Human
Photographer: LA Sun
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Post by Iris on Dec 11, 2008 4:09:10 GMT
Continued from: Iris’ Apartment
Casper always seemed perfectly happy to walk wherever and for as long as Iris wanted to, so he was quite a good dog to go walking with. Admittedly, she had to go a bit slower than she otherwise would have because of Casper’s stature and she never failed to not only pick him up when there was a street to be crossed, but to always put herself between him and the street. The Pomeranian wasn’t the sort of dog to try and take off into the street or any such thing, but Iris was of the opinion that if they were possibly going to end up getting hit by a car, it was best if she took the brunt of it if possible.
She really hadn’t been paying attention to where they were going, simply making sure that she stayed to populated areas like she had promised her boss that she would, taking some random photos as they went. She was finding that she was relaxing a good deal as they continued on, thinking that it seemed as if going out and just taking photos for the fun of it had been quite a good idea.
Stopping outside the Onyx, she lined up a few artsy shots of the front of the club, making sure not to get any people in them. The last thing she wanted to do was tick someone off, even if she wasn’t actually afraid of doing so.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 3, 2009 1:53:39 GMT
Iris knew that she was lucky that Casper seemed to have the patience of a saint, something that couldn’t be said for most dogs who had to stand around while their owner took pictures rather than paid attention to them. Thankfully, Casper was content with watching the people across the street, sitting calmly at Iris’ side while she took the photos of the club. It was almost as if the dog sensed that she needed to take part in her current activity and was content to let her so long as he was along too. He could have been putting up a fuss, trying to get her to continue on or trying to get away to make her shift her attention to him rather than letting her focus on what she was doing. Many dog, Iris knew, never would have sat still long enough for her to play with angles and get the shots she was trying for.
Not really paying attention as she snapped one last picture and checked the shot on the camera’s little screen, Iris didn’t see the figure crossing the street towards her. Casper, however, was paying far more attention to their surroundings. While he was a small dog who could be overpowered easily, he had always seemed to have the spirit of a much larger breed in certain situations. Such as when a complete and total stranger- to him, anyway- started approaching from across the street, heading directly for them. Casper was on his feet and barking furiously before Iris even knew what was happening.
Confused as to what was making her little dog bark like a lunatic, she looked up from her camera to see what was going on. At first, she didn’t realize who it was. He was backlit and at night in Los Angeles, it was best to look twice and be safe rather than assume that you were seeing who you thought you were. Hearing Shawn’s voice, though, put her at ease and she gave a sharp, short whistle, getting Casper’s attention. A quick point and the dog was sitting again, silent though watching the man intently.
“Evening. Pleasure, at the boss’ suggestion. Taking a little time at the club?”
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 28, 2009 6:15:04 GMT
Had Iris not recognized Shawn’s voice, things could have gotten nasty had he gotten much closer without her realizing who he actually was. She would have been quick to slip out of one of her shoes in order to beat him in the head with. As silly as she knew saying something like that was, it was actually quite effective if there was no other way of going about things. Plus, she knew that Casper would have been all too happy to set his teeth into any part of Shawn that he could reach. While that had never happened before, the little dog was extremely protective and had snapped at people before for getting too close to Iris for his comfort. Most had laughed, but too many people underestimated small dogs. A good deal of the time, they could be more vicious than the larger breeds because they were smaller. They had to make up for their size somehow and letting someone feel their teeth in their flesh was a good way to do that.
“Did you have any luck with either?” She barely realized that she was doing it, but she tightened her grip on Casper’s leash, just in case. It wouldn’t exactly leave Shawn with a good impression if Casper decided to do something less than pleasant. He was a well trained dog, but he was also less than enamored of people he didn’t know getting too close.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on May 1, 2009 17:27:21 GMT
A good, sturdy high heeled shoe could be an excellent weapon, especially when its wielder knew how much force it could take without snapping the heel and which areas were best to aim it at. She was far from being a fighter and wasn’t able to hold her own for long, but all that was really needed was one good shot. Getting one of those was tricky, she knew, but that didn’t change the way things were. If she had the time to get her hands on something better than a shoe, then she was all for it, but a heel to the eye would stop most people in their tracks. At least, that was what she figured since she’d never actually done it before.
Iris returned his smile with one of her own. “I’ve never had luck with the clubs, but maybe they’ll treat you better after a few times.” She glanced down to Casper, who was still watching Shawn warily. He wasn’t growling any more, but she was fairly certain that he was on the verge of it and knew that if Shawn made a move that he didn’t like, those sharp little teeth would be snapping and seeking Shawn’s leg to bite into. “Thanks. He tends to be a little overprotective, but he behaves himself for the most part when he’s around people he knows. If he has the chance to get used to you, he’ll be no more vicious than a powder puff.”
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jun 23, 2009 16:12:51 GMT
Iris supposed that there was always a first time for everything, but she didn’t see herself being the one to introduce Shawn to what it was like to be beaten with a shoe. It was something that was only reserved for those who gave her just cause to do so. She had only found herself in such a situation twice and both times, the one on the other end had laughed at her for using a shoe. At least, they had laughed until she had gotten her first hit in, which made them realize that a high heeled shoe actually could be painful. Not only that, but they had also learned that she wasn’t just making idle threats; when she said she was going to hit someone with a shoe if they didn’t cut out whatever was leading her to do so, then she had absolutely every intention of doing exactly that.
Like the shoes, people sometimes had the tendency to underestimate just how much damage Casper could do if she let him set out to do some. The little dog could be the friendliest little guy in the world or he could be a snarling, snapping, vicious bundle of fluffy white fur that wouldn’t stop in his attack- or attempted attack, since he had never actually had the opportunity to attack someone- until Iris commanded him to do so. Even then, he sometimes went on for a few seconds more as if trying to make sure that the focus of his rage knew exactly what he’d do to them if he had the opportunity. Most of the time, though, Iris suspected that he was simply trying to scare others for the fun of it because he really did seem to enjoy it.
“Were you heading to another club or have you decided that it’s time to call it a night?”
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