Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 13, 2007 1:50:46 GMT
“I agree with you completely. Everyone talks about peace, but too few actually want to practice it.” She bit her lip lightly and tucked her very stubborn lock of hair behind her ear again. Was she trying to be flirty or was it just coming off that way to her? She certainly hoped that it wasn’t coming off that way to him or she thought that she might have to crawl beneath a rock and stay there out of sheer embarrassment. If she was letting on, perhaps he wouldn’t let on that he knew. He didn’t seem like the sort who would call her on such a thing. “Still, it’s nice to know that there are some who work for peace.”
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Deiniol
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Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 13, 2007 2:12:34 GMT
“It is easier to say one thing and do another. Simpler and in the short term better, easier…” Denny shook his head slightly in frustration and stared the mini tour again, leading them over to the side wall where a couple of large wall hangings were situated. This part of the church was dimly lit compared to the rest of the building, in order to preserve the fading tapestries as best they could.
“Beautiful…” The word slipped out before Denny could stop himself and he blushed slightly, looking away from Iris and up at the hangings in front of them. “The tapestries I mean,” he continued, trying to cover his slip. “Given to a Church in the early 1400’s, passed down and eventually sent here.”
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 13, 2007 2:28:04 GMT
Iris had given a little nod; it really was easier to say one thing and do another and far too many people in the world did that in her opinion. She tried not to do that herself and worked hard at that.
“They’re lovely,” Iris agreed, glancing over the tapestries quickly before turning her eyes to Denny. “I love it when people are passionate about things. There seems to be this light around them that people can’t help but be drawn to.” Iris was trying to hint that Denny belonged in that category, but she didn’t know if he was picking up on that or not.
She felt guilty for trying to be sneaky in a church, but she wasn’t sure if Denny would let her take his picture or not. So, she took up her camera and, knowing that there was more than enough light when combined with the flash, she turned towards him and tried to make it look like she was getting a picture of the rest of the church, very carefully making sure he was in the shot before taking the photo. She was going to be keeping that one…
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Deiniol
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 13, 2007 2:38:15 GMT
“Life isn’t much of a life without passion,” Denny replied, a small smile quirking up on the corner of his mouth. “It’s the passionate people who will change the world… and sometimes for the worse.” After all, he reasoned to himself, the worst killers in history had to be passionate about something. “But they also make the world a place worth living in… thinkers, dreamers… artists.” He had only known Iris for a short time, not even an hour but he suspected she was a true artist and one of the passionate people. The heart of the world so to speak.
Personally he didn’t think himself among those lucky few. He may have his passions, and he may be able to draw and paint but there was something different about him compared to those like Iris. Something missing. Denny blinked slightly as the flash went off, Iris taking a shot of the tapestries. He gave her a genuine smile at that, still pleased that he had found someone who seemed to at least share an interest if not his true passion.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 13, 2007 3:47:56 GMT
Continued from: Main Entrance
Her vampiric hearing picked up voices from the left, a man and a woman but she wasn't concerned about them. She had spotted her target, the Priest, trying to leave the confessional box, straightening out his robes. Yelena smiled darkly and stepped into his path before he had a chance to get more than a few feet away.
"Good Evening," he started, "How may I help you?"
Her expression was enough to denote what she wanted, a well placed glance to the Confessional behind the Father helping add two and two together. Father MacKenzie looked apologetic and a little unnerved,
"I'm sorry," he said, "I have finishe-"
"Don't you want to hear my confession?" she hissed a little more forcefully. The Father blinked at her and Yelena cocked her head to the side. Doing the doe eyed act didn't often work for her, she simply didn't look the part nor did she try to but she had the desperation card don pat and the holy man's eyes softened a little. He nodded and turned around, going back inside the little cubicle.
Yelena watched him do so and then followed him, specifically walking into his side of the two part box and undoing her thick coat as she went. She drew the door closed behind her. There was a slight scuffling sound accompanied with the words, "You can't..." and then it seemed to fall back into a soft silence. In the dark folds of the Confessional, Yelena had her hand over the priests nose and mouth, easily subduing him with her far superior strength. She leaned forwards as he sat in the chair, a knee pressed in-between his legs as she whispered darkly into his ear, enjoying the proximity to one of the representatives that she despised so much.
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Deiniol
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Church Secretary
Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 13, 2007 4:00:40 GMT
It was common practice for Denny to look up and take a mental note of everyone entering and leaving the church. Even in the presence of Iris he couldn’t forget his training, sharp eyes taking in the shape a young woman, although the light was too poor to see anything else about her. He looked away again, smiling at Iris and pointing up one of the tapestries at a glowing representation of the Virgin Mary, the Lady the church got its name from.
The sharp clacking sound of heels on stone caught his attention and he glanced back over at the newcomer, watching as Father MacKenzie entered the confessional box. Deiniol was about to look away again – confession should not have prying eyes on it and Iris was more interesting after all – when he realised that instead of going into the right side of the box the woman was entering Father MacKenzie’s side. He frowned in confusion, expecting the woman to reappear after a second, embarrassed by her mistake but nothing happened.
“Excuse me a moment Iris,” Denny told her softly, flashing her an apologetic grin. “I just need to check something…” he moved away from the photographer, walking with his normal grace and near silence even with shiny black shoes tapping against the stones. His right hand rubbed against the chain of his pocket watch for a moment, unnerved by the silence from the box before his questing fingers found his rosary and gripped it tightly.
“Father MacKenzie?” Denny called out as he neared the box. “Are you alright Father?”
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 13, 2007 4:22:21 GMT
Iris found it impossible not to return a smile from Denny. It just seemed to happen and that was something that she simply wasn’t used to. Denny just had an irresistible smile that seemed to almost beg her to smile back. And who was she not to comply? Especially when she wanted to so badly?
Though she had heard the heels on stone, she hadn’t turned to see who was there, though she did turn as Denny moved to the confessional, unable to push down her curiosity. She wasn’t sure what had gotten his attention, but she couldn’t resist the urge to turn and watch, even though she really knew that she should mind her own business. I hope nothing’s wrong…
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Poppy
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I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier
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Post by Poppy on Jan 13, 2007 12:44:28 GMT
Poppy had leaned back in the pew as the woman entered, suppressing a shiver as she did. The student tried to tell herself that it was silly, her imagination being over active again, but she felt un-nerved by the other woman, something about her almost scaring Poppy. Slowly and trying her best to appear as if it was casual movement she slid along the pew, skimming over the wood until she was at the other side of the long wooden bench.
The side that was closer to Iris and Denny. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who thought there was something strange going on, the Welshman turning and heading away from Iris and presumably towards the woman although Poppy didn’t turn to check, not wanting to look at her again. She stood up and wrapped her long brown coat around her tightly, moving to stand next to Iris, at least until Denny came back
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 13, 2007 19:15:34 GMT
Iris glanced to her sister before turning her eyes back to the confessional and Denny, a soft frown coming to her face as she shifted slightly. She didn’t want to think that something was wrong, but she couldn’t help but think that it was. She could tell that something had made Poppy uncomfortable and that in turn made her uncomfortable. It was just how those sorts of things worked.
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 14, 2007 0:47:44 GMT
Warning for blood and violence begins here, there's a summary at the bottom of the post.
Her fingers flexed their chilled lengths around Father MacKenzie's neck and she cocked her head to the side, as if trying to decide what she wanted to do next, a kid in a candy store so to speak. He was battering at her arm, weakened by the lack of oxygen reaching his lungs, the fuel of his body was running out and she was cruelly not allowing him access to the copious amounts of it in the surrounding atmosphere, the nearness of 'salvation' excruciating. She smiled. She hated Priests. Fucking hated them. Ever since she had been burned with that damned, blessed crucifix in Europe she had barely passed one of the white collars without the desire to snap their fragile little bodies into kindling. Seeing the Church had got her thinking and now actually being here, touching one of them... she was incensed.
She heard a voice behind her calling to the object of her anger, and snarled silently, looming forwards through the shadows. She slapped him. Hard. Her sinewy hand cracked across the flesh and she let him gasp a guttural lungful of air, releasing his throat with a decision having been reached in her mind.
"Deiniol!" he exclaimed, the warning tone was clear in the tightness of his throat. He knew that something was horribly wrong, Yelena's eyes glowed red and before he could release another strangled word, perhaps a shout for this 'Deiniol' to call the police Yelena had made her move. Frighteningly long, strong fingers tipped with sharp, black painted nails ripped through tender flesh and muscles and wrenched the source of the man's voice right out of his body. A geyser of blood erupted from Father MacKenzie's throat and the female vampire felt it smatter hotly against her face and neck. The body slumped backwards, heart failing quickly and blood gushing out from the gaping wound.
Summary: Yelena muses on how much she hates the Catholic Church and Priests in particular because of an encounter some years ago that left her scarred. She hears Deiniol outside the Confessional and kills Father MacKenzie bloodily afterwards. She then remains inside the Confessional.
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Deiniol
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 14, 2007 1:24:46 GMT
He had almost reached the confessional box before the cry rung out, freezing him in place and cuasing his eyes to widen. In all the seven months he had worked in the church – and the years growing up when Father MacKenzie had been a constant presence in the Fey household before leaving for America – he had never heard the priest use that tone of voice. Facing down drug users, those in need of saving and through it all he had kept a calm tone.
“Iris, I think you and Poppy should get out of here,” Denny called back, still rooted in place. He pulled the rosary fully from his pocket, wrapping the beads around his hand in an unconscious motion as the young Welshman tried to will his feet to either move forward or backwards. To do something instead of standing in place, a cold fear in the pit of his stomach.
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Iris
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Post by Iris on Jan 14, 2007 1:32:34 GMT
Iris reacted immediately. She shoved her camera into Poppy’s hands and rooted around in her purse for a moment, pulling out her cell phone before shoving the bag into her sister’s arms, too. “Go outside, Poppy. Go to the car and stay there.” Since the keys were in her purse, there was no problem with that order. “Don’t come back in here, no matter what.”
With that she moved forward, looking at her cell phone and checking to see if there was a signal. Nothing. Damn thing. Later she would hate herself for thinking that in a church, but for now, there were other things on her mind. Coming to a stop directly behind Denny and a bit off to his left, it was only then that she realized that she had left her weapon of choice in her purse. Too late now.
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Poppy
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I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier
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Post by Poppy on Jan 14, 2007 1:42:50 GMT
There was no way in hell that Poppy wanted to leave her sister alone in a potentially dangerous situation – and since when did being in a Church suddenly become so dangerous? – but the tone had been determined. Biting her lip, she looked down at the bag for a moment before turning and running back along the pew, her own determination clear in her eyes.
Poppy hadn’t brought her cell phone out with her, but there was a payphone right by the entrance, useful for those leaving the Church and right now it would be perfect for Poppy. She had to get help. And then forget what Iris said, she was coming back in, the student promised herself as the doors to the exit loomed up ahead of her. No matter how hard her heart was pounding and the sick feeling of dread in her chest. She was coming back because it was her sister in there and she wasn’t just going to abandon her.
She tugged open the large doors to the church, glancing behind her as she did. The woman had come out of the confessional box and Poppy felt dread well up in her stomach along with an icy cold fear that almost made her freeze in place. The woman was holding something wet looking… and red… Poppy’s breathing became shallow as she stumbled out of the doors, almost falling down the steps in her hast to get to the phone.
Continued at: Main Entrance
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Yelena
Vampire
Rogue
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest.
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Post by Yelena on Jan 14, 2007 2:26:44 GMT
She clutched a pulp like mass in her hand and sucked the warm liquid out of it as if it were a segment of orange. She smeared crimson moisture across her chin but didn't care much, only wiping it away with a mottled handkerchief because she didn't want to get any more blood on her coat. She kicked the inside of the door and it splintered away from its hinges. Yelena sauntered out, still holding what appeared to be a collection of Father MacKenzie's vocal chords in her hand as she did so. Her eyes raked over the male and female before her and she sneered.
"I'm afraid the Father won't be hearing any more confessions," she drawled, dropping the bloody mess as her attention shifted quickly. She was already bored with her bloody kill, the remains of which lay just behind her, and intrigued instantly by the man before her.
"Oh but look at this big hunk of tall dark and serious," she pouted seeming to ignore the woman completely though in truth well aware of her presence. She stepped forwards again, a deliberate motion, "Something got you down? Snappy dresser, handsome, good... strong physique, now why on earth are you skulking around a Church, precious?"
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Deiniol
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Life's a show and we all play a part
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Post by Deiniol on Jan 14, 2007 2:48:43 GMT
The smell of blood was almost overpowering and instantly recognisable, even though he had never smelt it in such large amounts before. He felt his mind slip into shock at the bloody mess behind the crazy woman, unable to process that it had been his friend mere moments ago. No… oh God, please, no… He blinked rapidly and his breath hitched in his throat, feeling a sob rise up although he managed to suppress it – shock numbing everything. The young man watched the woman, although his eyes tracked the bloody mess in her hand, suddenly feeling a strong urge to be sick.
“Cythraul…” Denny breathed, mind slipping back into his native Welsh, as it often did in times of stress. His family had been very proud of their Welsh heritage, insisting that each child learn Welsh as well as English. In this instance he had called the woman – thing – in front of him a demon, mind stuttering to a stop and refusing to give him the English translation.
As she stepped forward he stepped back, blue eyes still wide as they flickered down to the bloody mess on the floor and then back up to the woman, feeling the fear grow inside. This was no woman, she really was Cythraul because she shouldn’t have been able to just… just… rip… she’d ripped his throat out with her hand as if it was nothing. His fingers clenched around the cross in his hand, metal digging into skin.
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