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Post by cassidy on Jun 5, 2010 20:47:14 GMT -5
”Cassidy, don't you have track practice?” Her brother asked, surprised to say the least when she walked through the door.
“I'm ditching for today.” Cassidy said smiling. Rumor had it the coach was going to make everyone run five miles for warm up. Not appealing to Cassidy. Her brother didn't ask why she was ditching and he probably would have dragged her back himself if he knew why. She grabbed some money and her skateboard trying to avoid questions from her brother. Lucky her parents weren't home, she'd be dead meat for missing practice. While Cassidy still had a window for opportunity, she up and left quickly as possible.
Looking for trouble? Why not. She was already asking for it by ditching practice and wandering in places unknown was just Cassidy testing her luck. Cassidy had a bad feeling running through assassin territory, but it was the shorter way to the subway tunnels and also prevented her from having to cross the school borders where she was supposed to be.
The junkyard. Shit, I'm off course. Cassidy cursed. She saw something or someone move near the fence. The girl knew she had to get out of there to avoid a confrontation, or maybe she could fake just being a wanderer. Fat chance though, in the face of the enemy Cassidy started getting angry and throwing fists. She started running knowing that she would be attracting some attention to herself, but would get away faster.
As luck would have it, Cassidy tripped on thin air. She let out a small cry as she fell and immediately regretted ever letting the sound pass her lips. What did she trip on? Was it garbage, a trip wire? She didn't know, but she did know she had fell on something sharp, most likely glass and her legs and hands were bleeding. With the thought of being sneaky on her mind, it would only be Cassidy's luck that the exact opposite would happen. Maybe it would have been better to not ditch.
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Post by max on Jun 7, 2010 20:36:26 GMT -5
Freedom...
Max stood outside his old apartment, revelling momentarily in the fact he had finished moving. A bitter smile crossed his face as he mentally said his goodbyes, then shoved his hands into the pockets of his black jacket and walked away. As he entered the car park area and jumped into his pickup truck, Max reflected on his financial situation. It’d be cheaper, living on the University campus. But it’d also be noisier and he didn’t have the luxury of an entire apartment. On the plus side, he wasn’t sharing his dorm with anyone, and he would save money on petrol. The last thing he wanted to do was borrow money off his parents, so he would have to budget in order to finish college on his own. It also meant getting a job, which was the next thing on his list.
Once Max returned to his new dorm room, he took one glance at all the unpacked boxes on the floor and decided he wasn’t ready to bother with it just yet. He locked the door and started out into the hall, looking around at all the new faces. A few glanced at him, but a couple of them greeted him. “You just moved in?” a guy with a lip ring and purple contact lenses asked him. “I’ve never seen you around before.” Max smiled and shrugged. “Yeah, I’ve been going here for a couple of months, but only just moved on campus.” “I’m in that room over there...with the big skull on it,” he chuckled, and Max’s eyes followed the direction his finger was pointing. There was indeed a big evil-looking skull on the door. “You need any help, just knock on there.” “Cheers.” Max shook his hand, feeling a little better about his decision. The people around here didn’t seem so bad. As long as they weren’t like the evil rapists he and a friend had run into several nights ago, or psychotic cheetah shifters, he was sure he would get along with the people here fine.
Leaving behind him the university and all its normalcy, Max wandered out into the city with a different kind of activity on his mind. After all, Max wasn’t normal; turning into a non-human animal on occasion wasn’t something the general public would have thought ordinary. He casually crossed the street and would have whistled a tune if he could actually whistle. Somewhere, he would find a place to change into his canine form for a quick run. Wonder what the chances are of that one random guy being a shifter? Or the cute girl in my Social Demographics class? Or any of my lecturers? Max mused, walking down a road he didn’t recognise. Having only been here for two months, the young shifter didn’t know Shelpey Alley very well. He had already had two bad run-ins where shifters were concerned and he was beginning to question his decision to move here to study. His old home in New York didn’t seem dangerous in comparison.
It was due to Max’s naivety where the guild territories were concerned which led him into potential trouble. His wanderings took him to a junk yard of sorts, and he would have likely passed it by if he hadn’t run into an interesting scene. The first thing Max saw out of the ordinary was a seemingly agitated looking girl around his age. She was clearly in a hurry. Max paused, his eyes following her curiously. Man, she must be late for something, he thought, his eyebrows narrowed in thought. He was about to shrug and move on when the girl tripped. Max would have run over to her with an offer of help if he hadn’t spotted a shady looking character advancing on her from behind the fence. Max, where he was standing, was hidden from both the girl and the man.
Why the fuck do I always run into trouble? Max sighed. The man was a bony creature, though lean muscle was visible under his pale skin. He wore a beanie, but Max could see thick strands of curly, greasy grey hair escaping from beneath it. “Fuckin’ intruders...” the man muttered. He let out a strange giggle, and Max tensed. The man took another step forward. “Maybe I’ll have me some fun...after all...she’s on our territory...yes, she is...I know...I know...ol’ Karl hasn’t had fun in fuckin’ ages...little bitch...” He turned his head slightly, and Max saw a long tongue slide over dry lips. He shuddered. Were all the men in this town sex-crazed?
He’s insane! Max thought as the man continued to giggle. The man’s attentions were so focused on the girl that Max decided to take his opportunity. Even though Max wasn’t very tall or any stronger than the average guy his size, he had surprise on his side. He wasn’t close enough to reach the guy without being heard. The man spun around, revealing a middle-aged, unshaven man with crooked teeth and a shifter tattoo on the side of his neck. Max hesitated in his movement upon seeing the tattoo. What if the man turned into a polar bear or something? “More kids,” the man spat, blocking Max’s punch. He grabbed the boy around the wrist, digging his heels into the ground and spinning Max into the fence. “You wanna play with Karl?” “Man, you’re nuts!” Max steadied himself, aware that he couldn’t run with the fence behind him and the lunatic in front of him. He couldn’t see the girl either, because she was behind the fence and hence behind him. Hopefully she was running away.
Karl giggled again. Max glared at him, his hazel eyes almost completely golden in the sunlight except for a few slivers of green. Karl’s eyes were far more startling; one eye was grey, but the other was a strange yellow colour, perhaps from an injury. “She’s bleeding,” Karl commented. “I wanna...I wanna see more of that blood...” Max swung at him again. His fist connected with Karl’s face, sending the man stumbling backwards. He kicked him down before he could rise, then ran in the direction of the girl, provided she was still in the same place he had first seen her. Behind him, Karl twitched on the ground, still chuckling to himself and clawing at the dirt. “’tis a fine, fine day,” the madman crooned, stuffing a handful of dirt into his mouth.
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Post by cassidy on Jun 10, 2010 21:04:03 GMT -5
I gotta get out of here NOW! Cassidy screamed in her head. The shadow in her vision swept past her peripheral again and knew she would have to keep running despite being cut up.
The girl knew she was screwed the second she heard a soft chuckle behind her. The stereotypical dangerous man was standing right behind as if he was straight from a TV drama or a movie made for TV. Unshaven face, greasy hair under a black beanie, definitely your stereotypical rapist. The man talked as if Cassidy wasn't there. His ideas were exactly what Cassidy would have expected. She found herself clinging to her skateboard and the girl knew she had to run in the next second, but she stood frozen, helpless is the face of fear. And the particular face of fear she was seeing now wasn't a very pretty one.
”Little bitch.” The man spouted off. Cassidy picked herself up and was about to grab the mans shirt and say, “What the fuck did you just call me?” But just as she lunged toward him, he turned around distracted by something else. Or rather, someone else.
Cassidy eyed him quickly, he didn't look exceptionally strong or otherwise and as proof the man had him up against the fence. Cassidy had a good opportunity to run, but she didn't want to leave the guy back so he could get beat up. She made her way toward the two of them, the good guy had his back against the fence while the bad guy held him there.
“She's bleeding, I wanna...I wanna see more of that blood.” Cassidy had to keep herself from snorting. Ugh, what a sicko! A Creeper! How the hell did I get myself into this situation again? Cassidy had just started to climb over the fence to help the new guy until he threw a punch and landed the hit on the crazy man's face. Guess he wasn't as weak as Cassidy thought. She stood on the top of the fence just she the man started piling dirt into his mouth. Surely he was nothing less of completely and totally insane!
While the man was still on the ground, Cassidy took her chance. She hopped from the top of the fence and landed on top of the guy. The breath was immediately knocked out of his lungs and his eyes were staring at Cassidy wide in surprise.
”I'll teach you to call me a little bitch!” The girl yelled while throwing as many punches she could towards the man's face. “Wanna see more blood? Well how about my blood on my knuckles after I'm done kicking your ass!” Cassidy landed more punches on his head before she kneed him between his legs to make him stop squirming from underneath her. His hands instinctively flew to his groin but Cassidy threw his hands away and kneed him a few more times before becoming satisfied.
She looked back finally remembering the guy who had interfered at just the right time. She felt a little embarrassed just having shown such a violent display in front of someone who she didn't even know the name of. Cassidy laughed nervously and asked, ”You want at him?”
While making a gesture toward the man he started to reach out for Cassidy's leg. Still wearing her nervous smile she stomped on his hand and ground her foot into the dirt with the guys palm underneath her heel. The guy yelled in pain but that was just background noise.
“Thanks a lot. I really owe you. What's you name?” Cassidy felt like she was some damsel in distress of a superhero movie asking that, but fact was she just got out of a sketchy situation with only a few scratches. Or cuts with some glass still in them but that was just in the details. She still didn't know how she was going to explain that to her parents, maybe she'd just have to wear jeans for a while.
“I'm Cassidy.” She said starting to ignore the man-slash-rapist behind her.
((ooc: *sigh* not enough hours in the day to get these kinds of things done. The long post is fine, and the idea was certainly a good one. If you want you can let him attack Cassie again to keep the action going. I sort of let Cassidy go ape-shit on his ass))
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Post by Sinneh on Jun 20, 2010 22:47:37 GMT -5
D'Alerian V'Aidan Kattalakis The day was warm, with the occasional cool light breeze fluttering through here and there and aiding in getting the air circulating around these parts. Dare was in a rather smug mood, wearing his characteristic smirk that portrayed him as what he truly was; a smirking deviant strolling a line between genius and madness, exuding power and lethality. There was a cold glint in his striking royal blue eyes, yes Dare was a creature best to be feared. His straight dark brown hair neared his shoulders, but right now it was tucked behind his ears. He had a day’s worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin, but if anything it only intensified his raw, rough edge. His iris’ were outlined in a thick line of black, as if someone took a calligraphy pen to the outer edges, and they were naturally long lashed. He was lounging in the junkyard in an old pair of carpenter jeans and a black t shirt, stretched tight over his athletically built, and well toned body, finely sculpted and hard like taut steel. He didn’t look bulky, no he had more of an athletic appearance like the martial artist he was. Giving a bored sigh he rose to his feet, deciding on taking a stroll through the junkyard. He had left his handguns back at his apartment, along with most of his other weapons. Today he only had a military combat knife attached to his belt. The feline shifter made his way to the fence line and walked along it, humming a tune to himself. If only he had his guitar… His head snapped and all thoughts were cut off by the sounds of a fight. Ah, now this was the time for fun. He had the urge to shift; unconsciously he rubbed the black shifter mark on the back of his neck. He rounded the corner, still out of sight, and saw the last of the action. There was a boy and a girl, both seeming to beat up an older man. The girl sure had fire in her, getting in her share of violence and then offering her companion a go at him. The sounds of his pain and insanity fading into the background for the rather uncaring D’Alerian. He did pay attention to the last of her words, asking the other guy his name and then giving her own. Dare couldn’t help himself, a slow sexy chuckle was heard before he boldly strode forward towards the trio. He knew they were either Guildless or Thieves, no assassins would be acting like they were unless it was a spar with another member. He knew the man on the ground was an assassin, and so these two beating on him only enforced his thoughts of them being intruders. “Calm down spit-fire, you’re already in enough shit.” His voice was laced with a mixture of anger and amusement as he addressed Cassidy. “What do we have here now, Thieves or Guild-less?” He smirked, addressing the pair and stopping a few yards in front of them. He crossed his arms over his chest, raking them both with a sneer that showed just what he thought of them- not much, mere trash needed to be dealt with. He shrugged nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t about to attack them right then and there. “Doesn’t matter, you’re on Assassin Territory, fought on our territory, good as dead the both of you.” He let a sly, wicked smile spread on his full lips, shifting his weight on his feet for a moment while he looked over Cassidy and Max. He processed Max as the bigger threat, so he shifted his attention on him. “Who are you?” He demanded, expression amused and dark at the same time. {627 Words Muse: Fair D'Alerian V'Aidan Kattalakis- shelpey.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=accepted&action=display&thread=1140Notes: Sorry for any confusion, muse and post is kinda all over the place}
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Post by max on Jun 22, 2010 14:57:39 GMT -5
Before Max could react, the girl was flinging herself over the fence and on top of the madman. Max blinked as the fence rattled behind him and the girl landed on Karl’s ribs. An Ozzy Osbourne song started playing in his mind as he watched in surprise. I’m goin’ off the rails...on the crazy train... “Wow okay,” Max started. The girl didn’t appear to be listening. A stream of violent abuse poured from the girl’s mouth. He winced as her knee crashed down on Karl’s balls. Even if the crazy bastard deserved it, any man with a hint of empathy and imagination would cringe. Max had empathy and imagination in bucket loads.
Who the fuck is this girl? Does every girl around this place know how to fight better than me?
Eventually, the girl broke out of her crazed attack-fest and acknowledged him. He tilted his head slightly, his eyebrows narrowing in curiosity and concentration. “Uh, no thanks. Um, what - hey look out!” Max’s eyes followed the man’s hand as it clawed its way towards the girl’s ankle. He moved, but the girl was closer and hence faster. He cringed a little as the man roared in agony, spitting blood into the air. Max’s skin paled slightly. He grasped for a reply, his eyes darting from the injured man to ‘Cassidy’ and back again. “I’m Max. You don’t owe me anything...maybe we should get out of here...” Normally, Max would have suggested a hospital, but he was afraid of what the man might say or do if they tried to help him. It was against his morals to leave an injured man there, but his suspicion was ruling over his conscience.
Something caught Max’s attention from the corner of his perception. The shifter turned, tensing up again, adrenaline still racing through his veins from the earlier scuffle. An imposing character was striding towards them. Max studied him carefully, trying to decide if he was a threat. Having grown up in a relatively nice neighbourhood in New York all his life, Max’s judgement wasn’t as sharp as those living on the streets, though the two months he had been in Shelpey had already started to turn him into a suspicious individual. His eyes slid down to the man’s belt, and he swallowed. He had a knife. The closer the man came, the easier it was to get a good look at him. His eyes were a little startling to look at. Max decided, judging by the man’s build, that he definitely wouldn’t want to be caught on the wrong side of a fight.
Max’s fears were realised. An Assassin? This man is with Noxx... Max’s memories of the cheetah were negative at best. She was the only Assassin he had met, but he had heard stories about the Guild. Unfortunately, they were mostly about how ruthless they were; he had naively stepped into their territory, being none the wiser. He turned to look at the man fully, his hazel eyes turning a shade of green in the changing light. Man, he's gotta be at least a foot taller than me...holy shit... “I’m Max.” He glanced at the knife again, then back at the man’s face. “I didn’t know this was your territory. Nor did she. Maybe you could put some signs up.” He indicated Cassidy, feeling it was necessary to lie for her. He only hoped this wasn’t some kind of game or trap he had walked into. He quickly dismissed the thought. Who would bother with him? “He attacked us. We had no choice but to disable him. We’ll just go on our way, then.” He didn’t like their chances, but perhaps reasoning with this man would be all that was needed. He tried to look casual, offering the man a slight smile and adopting a casual swagger as he closed the gap between himself and Cassidy. He kept his hands away from his pockets, not wanting to seem like a threat. He did, however, keep the man in his line of sight, not daring to turn his back at any time, and he remained ready to fight. Not that he could win against him.
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Post by cassidy on Jun 22, 2010 19:00:20 GMT -5
When the man declined her offer to give a go at the assassin crazy man Cassidy shrugged. To each their own, right? It was something like that. Fighting was in Cassidy’s blood and could be a violent personality when she saw need. Such as a few minutes ago, that was necessary. Surely she could justify beating that Assassin man up.
“I’m Max. You don’t owe me anything...maybe we should get out of here...” Cassidy took a glance behind her at the mad man. He looked like he could use some medical attention but he seemed burly enough to live. If not, in Cassidy’s opinion: he was a dirty horrible man who deserved to die. Cassidy was about to say ‘Yes’ until she heard a small chuckle from the background and no sooner saw another suspected Assassin. He could have been a wanderer but by the looks of it that didn’t seem so likely.
Cassidy couldn’t figure out whether the new addition was mad or trying to be sarcastic when he said, “Calm down spit-fire, you’re already in enough shit.” Could she take him in a fight? He was big, but it wasn’t always size that mattered.
Spit-fire. That’s a new one.” Cassidy thought while he asked whether they were Thieves or Guild-less. Meaning he had to be an Assassin. The new guy was big and well built, shorter than him, and actually, shorter than all of them. He started to glare at both of them and Cassidy returned the look.
Cassidy’s guard was immediately put back up when he said, “Doesn’t matter, you’re on Assassin Territory, fought on our territory, good as dead the both of you.” Soon enough a smile played on his lips after the words had crossed them. He asked who Max was and Cassidy waited for his reply trying to process some scenarios in her mind. “I didn’t know this was your territory. Nor did she. Maybe you could put some signs up.” Great, so he had just lied. Cassidy really wanted to tell him that she was a Thief. She still could, but at what risk to Max? Cassidy looked up toward Max; he was still talking trying to diffuse the situation with words. Cassidy wanted to diffuse the situation with her fists.
Finally Max had stopped talking. And now, Cassidy’s pride was on the line. Walk away now and remain guild-less in the Assassin man’s eyes and Max’s, or tell the truth and risk getting in a fight. Cassidy was an proud Thief and Assassins were her enemy. She was in enemy territory but that wasn’t going to stop her.
“May be a little late to say this but, I’m a Thief.”
And so Cassidy’s words hung in the air and more importantly, in the space between her and Max and the Assassin. That space might be closed in the next few seconds, and Cassidy was ready. She would take on the Assassin by herself if she had to. It would be better not to get a guild-less involved in a gang fight. Then again, it almost seemed silly to be worrying about Max after she admitted her affiliation in the face of the enemy.
The girl felt the weight of her knife under her shirt given to her by her brother. The Assassin hadn’t bothered to hide his, but Cassidy’s was relatively well concealed. It was thin and small but would do its job if push came to shove. Cassidy eyed the Assassin tentatively waiting for his next move.
Cassidy knew in the back of her mind she certainly was in a lot of shit and saying she was a Thief was not helping her case. Well one could only learn from their mistakes and if the confrontation ended up in an oh-shit moment Cassidy could learn from it.
For now her eyes were narrowed and locked on to the Assassin in front of her.
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Post by Sinneh on Jun 22, 2010 21:32:58 GMT -5
As expected, his entrance brought the attention to himself and ceased the struggles. He noticed how Max’s gaze lingered on his knife, all part of being studied and analyzed as a threat. Another breeze blew from behind, gently blowing his hair forward. He tucked one side back behind his ear, the loose by his ear and framing the side of his face. A spark flared behind ever darkening royal blue eyes when the girl returned the glare, maybe this would be fun indeed. Dare was an imposing figure at his height of 6’8 and his well-muscled athletic build, and adding fuel to his fire was something not many tried to do.
“I’m Max. – I didn’t know this was your territory. Nor did she. Maybe you could put some signs up.” Came the reply. Well he had wisely obliged to giving his name, his added statement made his lip twitch in irritation. What the hell was that? Assassin and Thieve Territories were well-known throughout the shifter community, and those that were unaware either figured it out quick or learned it the hard way. And even if he was lying, it wouldn’t have mattered for Dare, he honestly didn’t care whether they knew or not. “He attacked us. We had no choice but to disable him. We’ll just go on our way, then.” A small ‘heh’ was the reply for that. Like the feral beast he was he could almost sense the fear and unease emanating from the shifters, but there was a determination with it. He could just be imagining it, but still this guy amused him. Max made his way over to Cassidy, seemingly easy-going but Dare knew their guard was still up. He scrutinized them both, his gaze hard but flickering with his sadistic glee at what was nearly inevitable.
“I don’t think so.” He pitched his voice low, dangerous. A warning? He closed some of the distance between them, almost like a predator stalking his prey, now maybe two yards left to separate them. He ignored the comment about having no choice about beating up poor old Karl, finding it below him to even acknowledge the assassin. He seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness as it was. The girl caught his attention, and so he pinned his smoldering gaze on her.
“Might be a little late to say this but, I’m a Thief.” What the bloody fuck? He thought. Did she have a death wish or something? Was she suicidal? That made a helluva lot more sense. But then again Dare wasn’t known for his reasonability or rationality all too much.
Instantly his gaze darkened, his smirk changing into a silent snarl and nothing but rage and hatred in his pitch navy gaze. A savage growl made its way from deep in his chest, caressing his larynx before bursting from his parted mouth. It faded into a feline hiss, eyes slitting. He realized he was clenching his fists and he uncrossed his arms, tensing them by his sides. Her words permeated the air, ringing in his ears for a moment. His canines elongated ever so slightly, if he didn’t regain his composure he would shift right then and there. D’Alerian was nick -named Beast for a reason.
D’Alerian was no stranger to fighting, growing up in conditions similar to military conditioning and then doing MMA on his own, and not to mention the whole Body Guard career he had kept for a year and a half before turning straight up hit man. He gave a half glance over at Max, debating over who he should go for, who should fall prey to his sadistic wrath first. His hand moved towards his knife, but no, not yet. “Max, I strongly suggest you leave. Now. Unless you would want to share little Cassidy’s fate here.” His only warning, something he didn’t usually do. Of course he left out the part that if he ever saw him again he would attack on sight, but at least he wouldn’t be avidly hunting him… He smirked, daring Cassidy to run, challenge bright in his obscure near black gaze.
“Did you play me the fool, that you could’ve just talked your way out of this and walk away scotch free?” He growled out threateningly, taking a few steps closer. “AND LIE TO ME-“ He directed at Max, and then pointed a long finger at Cassidy before he continued. “-THEN YOU KNOW DAMN FUCKING WELL THIS IS ASSASSIN TERRITORY, AND YET YOU STROLL ON IN HERE AND EVEN PICK A FIGHT WITH YOUR LITTLE FRIEND HERE!” He raged, voice carrying quite loudly and clearly to them. Dare wasn’t a mindless animal though, his mind was already racing ahead, calculating. His gaze narrowed and his lip twitched again. Anyone who knew Dare well enough would know that this was one of his ’warning signs’. Not only was his intelligence insulted by having been lied to, but his Guild Pride was being degraded by having a Thief intrude on the territory and such. He barely managed to compose himself, cooling the battle rage and lowering his voice, his snarl turning into a cruel smirk. “But if you didn’t know, then you deserve what’s coming for you then dear little bitch.” Yes one of the things that had made her tick with Karl was the whole “little bitch” term, just thought about throwing that out here.
“Let’s see what you have then spit-fire, make your shitty, worthless joke-of-a-guild proud.” He winked, changing once again from anger to snarky ass. He rushed forward half a second after speaking, intent on closing the maybe 2 yards of distance between him and Cassidy in a few strides. He reached out, one hand trying to grab her neck and the other trying to grab her upper arm.
{964 words Muse: Good D'Alerian V'Aidan Kattalakis Notes: Rar ;3 Dare really is unreasonable =/ Even a bit unstable in this post xP. Hope this is okay, I'm going with no deaths?}
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Post by max on Jun 25, 2010 2:59:35 GMT -5
((OOC: CLAIMING MY SPOT HERE WILL EDIT AND POST TOMORROW. Hey...hey...please don't skip my turn or anyone's turn, Cassidy. It's a little rude I was a bit perturbed by that. I would like to have had Max react. I have been out all day. I'm on vacation and have a social life; I can't get on to post as quickly as some people. I sincerely apologise for this. Please just keep it in turn. I'm a little worried Max will be torn apart. He is only 5'8/5'9 at the most, so he's almost an entire foot shorter than D'Alerian. He's leanly muscled but not a big guy by any means, he's only 18 after all. Read his profile if unsure about how much of a threat he could or couldn't be. Don't maim him please haha. Alternatively you could knock him unconscious and ignore him. Max literally doesn't know about the territories, he is ignorant of a lot in Shelpey as he has just moved there. I'll get rid of this OOC when I actually post. Thanks guys.))
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Post by cassidy on Jul 5, 2010 15:44:27 GMT -5
Just reaching about an average height of five foot five and a half Cassidy was at a height and definitely a reach advantage. The Assassin man was at least a foot taller than her, and then give a few more inches to that. The man looked like no joke, he had a toned build and besides that he was even intimidating. His hair was almost as long as Cassidy’s and his stubble made him look like someone Cassidy didn’t normally want to tango with. Cassidy kept her glare icy. Show no fear in the face of the enemy. She had once been told. Now was not the time to be freaking out because the man towered over her and outweighed her. Confidence was a powerful weapon, it was a guaranteed fight winner but it sure helped a hell of a lot.
The Assassin didn’t but Max’s ruse as Cassidy had predicted. Cassidy also knew that his lies weren’t going to make the situation any better. He really shouldn’t have lied in the first place. Cassidy paid little attention to Max as he stood beside her. He was on her side anyways, so didn’t have to worry about him attacking her. Cassidy’s threat was the Assassin. She continued to watch his gaze, some other emotion was threatening to take over, but his stare was ever cold and hard. “I don’t think so.” Proof he hadn’t bought the lie. But for Cassidy, she was just waiting to the Assassin to make his move. After he said that he moved forward and Cassidy peroared to go after him. It was a false start and the girl backed up the one step she had already took toward the enemy.
The man’s stare bored into her. She only returned her gaze with a colder glassier look. Cassidy was proud to be a thief, and if being a loyal guild member meant having to face long tall and scary maybe two yards away she would do it. Her hand was aching to reach toward her back so she could pull the knife from under her bra strap. That of course could also sacrifice Max seeing her shifter tattoo on her back but she wasn’t going to go into the fight unarmed.
Before her eyes, the man started showing animalistic qualities. Cassidy wondered for a second if he was going to shift, but that was highly unlikely no matter the circumstances. For a second Cassidy regretted saying she was a thief, but that was only one second and it was a second too long. She had said it and there was no taking back the words that had come out of her mouth.
The Assassin man gave Max a warning to leave, Cassidy assumed that he would be going after her first and by the time he had finished his sentence she knew he was her target. The Assassin smiled challenging Cassidy to run, but she was no coward, she would stay and fight until one of them wasn’t able to fight any longer. Patiently, Cassidy sat through the man’s rant directed toward Max. She was sad that he had to have gotten involved in the guild conflict but it seemed that it was inevitable.
Thinking back now, Cassidy really shouldn’t have gone wandering on Assassin territory, but she was a rebel and liked to get in and look for trouble. She was getting what she wanted, even more than what she bargained for but that was beside the point now.
Finally the Assassin turned his attention back to Cassidy and she was ready. He smirked as he said, “But if you didn’t know, then you deserve what’s coming for you then dear little bitch.”
Bitch? Bitch! BITCH?! Either he wasn’t scared of what could be coming to him or was looking for even more trouble than the situation was presenting. Anger flared up insude of Cassidy and she was just waiting for the man to make his first move so she could starting beating up on him.
“Let’s see what you have then spit-fire, make your shitty, worthless joke-of-a-guild proud.” His words made Cassidy growl deep in her throat. The Assassins were the shitty, worthless joke-of-a-guild and Cassidy was going to make him eat his words.
Cassidy was completely fueled on rage and adrenaline she was ready when the Assassin came rushing toward her. Both of his hands were outstretched toward her. Cassidy wasn’t quite sure where he was going but knew she would have to try and make a move before he could get his filthy hands on her. She sent her leg toward the man hoping to kick him, somewhere, anywhere so long and she could distract him with a hit so she could make her next move. One of his hands grabbed Cassidy on the neck after she had tried so hard to avoid him. She flailed almost uselessly trying to free herself. She knew better not to panic but when there was a hand on your throat not panicking was harder said than done. Cassidy threw punches and tried to scratch the man. It was clear in her mind what she was fighting for, guild territory and her own at that. She narrowed her gaze and attempted to sink her teeth into his arm.
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Post by max on Jul 5, 2010 18:46:44 GMT -5
The situation turned from bad to deadly. Max, not much of a fighter, knew he was in big trouble. He had been completely honest when he had said he did not know whose territory this is. Much to his shock, the girl had shown a streak of pure stupidity; she had told this gigantic man that she was a Thief. Max, not of either guild, now looked like a liar for trying to include her in his explanation. She has just condemned me, as well as herself, he thought anxiously. “Are you crazy?!” he snapped at her, fearful of the situation her idiocy would create. Tense, the young shifter glanced back at the Assassin, whose raised voice made him flinch. Max placed his hands up, palms facing outwards to show he had no weapons and was aiming to calm the man down. “Listen here. I’m not a Thief. I’m not an Assassin. I’m new to this town, and I know very little about these Guilds. I’m not a threat.” He swallowed hard, unable to believe that he was just about to sign his death warrant. He closed his eyes for a minute, then opened them, coming to a decision. He couldn’t leave the girl alone. “I can’t leave her by herself. I don’t know her, but I’m not gonna walk away and let you do something to her.” His voice shook slightly, but it was full of resolve and stubbornness. “You have no right to kill someone for no reason. This man attacked her.” With a wave of his hand, Max indicated Karl. “I have no wish to get in between some ridiculous Guild feud when I’m not a member of either guild, but I won’t let you kill this girl. We can work this out.”
Clearly, the man was not interested in working anything out. Max’s eyes widened in shock as he rushed Cassidy, reaching forward to grab her. With hands and muscles the size this monster of a man had, Max was sure he could easily crush a bone if he tightened his fingers. The woman retaliated, which didn’t surprise Max. What did surprise him was that she thought she could win; that was obvious by the way she had arrogantly told the man what guild she belonged to. It wasn’t because she was a girl that Max had his misgivings. No; Max had been beaten up by a girl already since coming to this town. A girl in the form of a cheetah, though he was sure that Noxx could have taken him easily in her human form as well. She had been an Assassin, and a violent one at that. It was more that this man was enormous and Cassidy was not. That, and Cassidy didn’t come across as psychopathic. Maybe she’s a bear shifter... Max had not failed to miss the tattoo on Cassidy’s back. And maybe he’s something way smaller... One could never clearly judge a fight when shifters were in human form.
Feeling hopeless, Max decided to throw away his common sense. He had two choices; run away, or help Cassidy. True to his humanitarian, unselfish nature, Max chose the latter, which was the stupidest and bravest of the two options. He was no less an idiot than Cassidy in his decision. Max pulled off his shirt. He did not have a lot of time, so he worked quickly. He pulled off his pants, now wearing only his boxers. It was easier to shift wearing boxers than a whole set of clothes. He was capable of it, but it normally took a little more concentration and it was concentration which he currently lacked. The shift came upon him violently, making him grimace, his show of teeth becoming a display of fangs as his face changed. The change didn’t always hurt Max, but if he was anxious in any way, it sometimes hurt a little. Within a few moments, a medium-sized dog stood in Max’s place. The wolf half was very clear; the fine featured shape of his muzzle and his large paws were certainly lupine. True to his German shepherd half, he had mild tan markings on his underbelly, though most of his fur was black, and he was smaller than a male grey wolf. The oddest part of him was his tail; it was far too long. Sometimes half breeds were disproportionate. Max looked more wolf-like than dog-like, which was why he normally wore a collar when running in this form. It was still in the pocket of his discarded jeans and not currently around his neck. To the casual observer, he was a black wolf and hence dangerous, an animal to be shot at.
To get used to his new form, Max shook his fur and barked gruffly, then took stock of the situation. He could jump at the huge man from behind while he was distracted, but he was unsure just how high he could leap; the man was a towering mass of muscle. Max decided to announce himself instead. He darted forward, his jaws open and ready to crunch down on the man’s ankle. Maybe he could tear his attentions from Cassidy and allow her to either run or land another punch.
[/color] ((OOC: This was a bit hard to post to, sorry if I’ve missed stuff. Too much going on simultaneously for me to really have Max react properly. Not sure where to take this! As you can see, Max is no threat against a tiger. I’d rather he wasn’t maimed either. You can rough him up, hurt him, but make sure he can heal from it normally. To be honest, unless D’Alerian lets them go or takes them prisoner...not that I can think of a reason for it...they’re doomed!! Unless Max and Cassidy can both shift and try to take him on. Or trick him somehow. Hmm! Could be interesting and fun anyway, might wanna plot some, I dunno! Or try to decide what we want the outcome to be, or another storyline angle that can come from this.))
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