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Post by -иoxx on Jul 8, 2010 21:58:32 GMT -5
of course it had to be night, at all parts of the day this just had to happen at night. the sky was cloudless on this tepid evening, allowing the stars to shine and the sliver of moon to be seen. a gentle breeze moved from west to east, carrying with it the odors of the junkyard; making the walk along the barbed chain link fence all the more bearable. noxx, for some reason that wasn't even apparent to herself, had decided to take the long way home past the junkyard. she had nothing to do, and picking a fight with a human didn't sound very appealing. not sure if it was the constant craving for heroin that she longed for back at her apartment, or that they became too predictable to have any real fun with. whatever the reason, she was found strolling next to the rusty metal on this tepid evening.
dressed in the usual, sky blue tank top that showed off her pierced bellybutton with her black cargo pants and gun belt. various illegal material inside. holding two guns in their casing on her belt, along with multiple sheathes for knives. wrists covered in bangles of silver, white, and black and multiple metal necklaces. crystal blue eyes covered in black eyeliner making them stand out even more. blond hair pulled back in a clip so that it swayed at each step noxx took. ears pierced all the way up, holding bars but no gadgets. it was the usual assortment, nothing out of the ordinary, only that she was caught off guard.
feeling herself being swung around, slammed into the rusty chain link fence. grunting with surprise as her hands were thrown behind her back and her attacker snickered at his successful ambush. struggling, attempted to wrench her hands away but with no luck. instead her face was only pressed harder into the metal fence, having her hair pulled. "why you motherfucker... AH" a sharp punch to the ribs revealed that there was more than one. by the sounds of their muffled chatters, whoops, and malicious snickers there sounded like four of them. gritting her teeth and doing her best to snarl at them, couldn't help but smile all the same. just when she had figured all human to be predictable, here three came along to catch her off guard.
well, noxx could of shifted and fled or kicked her boot against the ground to release the hidden blade to stab the poor fucker in the leg to be released and to brutally fight her way out. the second one seemed very appealing, but there was something adrenaline rushing about this bondage. sick and twisted how her mind was, it was all the more appealing to think of their blood against her hands when she did tire of her restraints. but what was this? they were not the average day muggers, nor were they rapists. from what noxx gathered, they were a bunch of dipshits taking their anger out on a passerby who was a girl. you sexists bastards.
quickly bored and angered by their ignorance, kicked her boot against the ground to release the hidden blade in the front of the boot. kicking her toe into the foot of her restrainer, was pleasantly satisfied at his yell of surprise. immediately wrenching herself away, drew a simple combat knife from her gun belt. oh it was such fun to slice faggots like them instead of being obnoxious with loud noises such as guns. now that she had a clear look at her attackers, she realized that they weren't the bunch of fat asses that she had first thought they were. if anything they were part of some human color gang because they all wore green, bandannas, hats, buffs, and similar accessories. gripping her knife, smirked at the trio, as one had already fled with his bleeding foot.
they all had guns, and could of shot her on the spot and boo hoo for noxx who would of had a splendid time fishing bullet out of her body. but they seemed to have different ideas. cornering her against the fence, that smirk did not leave her face for a second, if anything she felt the adrenaline rush pounding though her veins ready for the rush. ready to leave these maggots lying dead on the ground in a pool of their blood. "bring it on motherfuckers."
{731 Words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Hostile toward the enemy} {xD Ten to the RESCUE join in on the fun xD}
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 8, 2010 23:40:01 GMT -5
Tenma lumbered about the junkyard, nothing to do and bored out of his mind. The junkyard wasn't his usual hang out, nah, he usually hung around the bar or just the streets in general. But no, today he'd decided he'd have some fun and come fight with the junkyard dogs. They were buddies in a sense, since their fights never led to any deaths and were never over anything, they were just for the sake of fighting. Because they all loved the adrenaline and the way it felt to tear into another dog, yet they were deprived of that privilege because fighting among the junkyard dogs wasn't tolerated by the junkyard workers. So a visit from Tenma every now and then got their blood boiling with sheer fighting spirit. He often took them on two or three at a time, since the dogs couldn't contain themselves and would jump into his one on one fights. Their fangs were dull and his skin was thick though, so at most they gave him a few cuts.
Today he'd fought the lead Rottweiler and gotten several cuts. Not too deep at all, but still ominous looking nonetheless. He still won that battle. Now he was striding around in human form, a black button up shirt, which wasn't buttoned at all and was barely clinging to his shoulders, swaying with the wind as he went. It was surprisingly intact, only a few tears in it alone the front. He kept his hands in the first pockets of his army green cargo pants, all of the pockets were empty except for the one he kept his wallet and dog tags in, but that pocket had a hand in it at the moment. As he rounded a corner, he spotted a trapped Noxx and a trio of what looked like human gang members.
Tenma came up behind the men, not attempting to be quiet at all, even though the dumbfucks didn't notice him until he was right behind them. He swung a leg to kick the middle one dead in the head, sending him to the ground soon after his foot made impact with the idiot's head. He had the look of a killer, the deadly glint in his eyes intimidating even the toughest looking gang member.
"Who the hell do you bastards think you're messing with?" Tenma growled at the men, his voice dangerous and deadly. He'd been a relatively good mood, but some random bastards messing with Noxx had put him off seriously. It wasn't that he was protective of Noxx in general, he knew she could take care of herself; He just despised anyone that would try to hurt someone in the assassins. Though he'd never consciously thought of it, in a way the Assassins were like his pack; one he was deadly loyal to and insanely protective of.
"I don't know why you shitheads are looking for a fight, but you've got one now." Tenma growled once more, taking his hands out of his pockets and standing normally, waiting for one of the idiot's to make a move. They would of course, because they were human. And if they didn't, well, he could always make the first move- he had no arguments with that.
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Post by -иoxx on Jul 9, 2010 0:04:45 GMT -5
now, on a normal night if noxx ran into ten she would of squealed and annoyed the shit out of him until he disappeared. but as he came up behind one of the ambushers, she couldn't help but smirk and find it funny. giggling, knife still in hand, looked at the remaining ambushers. two of them were ready, guns ready and the third one whom ten had just thwacked in the head was staggering to his feet cursing about his bleeding skull. stepping away from the chain fence towards ten, knocked her foot into his in a 'welcome'. knife in hand, stood with a fist ready to attack. but glancing over at tenma, noticed he had no weapon. heaving a sigh, pressed one of her own knives into his palm. "i'm not fixing your fuckin' bloody knuckles." but this was followed by a smirk. this was a fighting dog she was talking too, and wouldn't be surprised if he dropped the weapon on the ground to fight with fist. what a lovely character
apparently, the individual that got kicked in the head, dazed and full of rage, was the leader of the trio. with much swearing, yelling, and unneeded speech get plenty of warning, threats, and what not to both noxx and ten. it became tedious, and giggling to herself when the bastard snatched up his own gun, aimed it on tenma and attempted to fire only to find it on safety. "well they're just bright aren't they." switching hands with her knife, said gently "good thing i'm not wearing white, because all of this blood might stain it."
taking a step forward, threw the knife into the chest of on of the gunmen. immediately shots were fired, and noxx dove forward. the individual that she had just stabbed was bulky, a but clumsy, and no taller than her. grabbing her knife from his bleeding chest, couldn't help but slash his arm before diving behind his mass as gunshots flew towards her. oh how it was always fun to watch humans kill each other. hissing violently as a bullet grazed her arm, took all emotion out on the jugular. blood spewed everywhere. noxx's entire right arm got drenched as she withdrew. splattered up to the torso, the occasional flick here and there on her cheek.
looking around to see how tenma was coping up, didn't even feel the pain in her arm. the adrenaline rushed through her body, her right arm dripping with the blood of a victim. oh the pleasure; but the real pleasure was feeling that final pulse of the jugular against her knife, against her hand. something like a climax, especially if you would relate this to sex. which she found quite comparable to.
how many were up? one fled, one slaughtered by her own hand. there was the leader, whose head was nicely caked in a smidgen of blood and was madly firing off shots into nowhere in particular as if hoping the pure sound would frighten the shifters off. noxx, feeling mildly offended when she realized that this was the bloke that had probably arranged to gang rape her, gritted teeth and whipped out her own gun. click, aim, ready, but not fire. to see the fear in the enemy's eyes was brilliant. stepping forward with that oh so familiar feminine 'i'm pissed off' walk, pointed the gun to his temple and her knife to his throat. "ten..." smirking over the color gang's member shoulder, though of all the fun they could have with this bastard. that is, if tenma was game.
{593 Words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Hostile toward the enemy} {how lovely!}
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 9, 2010 10:20:50 GMT -5
Tenma made no response to he greeting, standing and watching the pathetic person he'd kicked as he rose and started brandishing a gun in Tenma's way. The way Tenma continued to stare at him without fear seemed to scare the guy, as he got trigger happy and tried to shoot him. Safety was on his gun though, and the idiot hadn't noticed. Tenma gave a smirk, this idiot was not even close to being able to take him or Noxx down. Noxx did something unexpected, slipping him one of her precious knives and saying something about his knuckles bleeding. Hell, if he had been worried about his knuckles he wouldn't have fought junkyard dogs for the hell of it. They were comparably more dangerous than these goons. Noxx sprung into action with her weapon, and Tenma attacked as well. Going after the one whom had been left pretty much unharmed by the duo, he tackled him and pinned him quite easily. The brute attempted to shoot Tenma, but just before he pulled the trigger Tenma had jumped back, so he only succeeded in shooting air. He went to rise, but found that he was literally pinned to the ground. When Tenma had jumped him he had plunged the knife Noxx had given him well into the sleeve of his shirt, and he didn't see that guy moving any time soon.
He turned his attention to the trigger happy guy. He was still shooting off his gun in every which direction. Which reminded him. He strode easily over to the man he had pinned. The guy struggled, but at most he was only hitting Tenma's legs, which really did nothing. Bending down, he swiped the man's gun, pointed it at his face, and pulled the trigger. "You're all idiots, thinking you could shoot me with this gun. It's on safety. You lot aren't very bright, are you?" Tenma said, standing back up, unloading the gun's bullets, which dropped to the ground, and then tossing the useless human tool over his shoulder.
He looked back to Noxx once the gunfire suddenly ceased. She wasn't where he expected, as he only saw a deceased grunt where he looked, and quite a lot of blood. Of course when he looked to the leader of the small band of retards, or so he had presumed was so, he found Noxx. Pointing a gun to his temple and holding a knife to his throat. Her arm was bleeding, but she didn't seem to notice too much, so he wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
"ten..."
The smirk across her face told him exactly what she wanted- She wanted to torture this guy, to see him bleed. Tenma wasn't one for torture unless Rohjyx had assigned said job to him, but what the hell; he'd nothing better to do with his time. A smirk came to his features then too, walking up to her.
"I'm listening." Was what he said, his voice emotionless as always, though the smirk never left his face.
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Post by -иoxx on Jul 9, 2010 15:51:58 GMT -5
smirking, rested her chin upon the human's shoulder. gripping her blade and loosely playing with the gun. eyes sparkling maliciously at ten, let her eyes roam to the chain link fence, then to the strands of barb wire encircling the top. grinning with anticipation, lowered the gun and thew the trembling human into the fence. it clanged loudly, and the fear scent was obvious even with her unshifted nose. thoughly pleased, thought of the best way to torture the human fore giving him a bloody and grusome death.
torture option number one: tie him to the fence with barb wire and give him an autopsy alive. torture option number two: tie him to the fence with barb wire and have shooting practice on everything but his vital organs. torture option number three: tie him to the fence and stabbity rip stab stab.
all sounded very appealing, especially tieing him by the wrists and ankles to the fence using barb wire. oh this human would tear himself up trying to escape their clutches. smirking, eyes narrowed, brought the slightly bloody knife to her tongue and licked it affectionately. the blood of a victim upon the sensitive tongue. giggling, turned to ten in a girlish manner, hair flying over her shoulder as she spoke, "ten... lets tie him up. this cowering in the corner look doesn't suite him. no... not at all." on the last few words, she turned back to the human with that ever so familiar malicious smile on her face. what a pathetic asshole he was, thinking that he was gonna rape her only to be cut, diced, and minced. "i'm sure your dog fighting friends don't mind gourmet cut raw meat."
{ashamed amount of words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Hostile toward the enemy} {this post sucks; i'm sorry D: xD ten... BOND HIM!}
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 10, 2010 3:47:47 GMT -5
"ten... lets tie him up. this cowering in the corner look doesn't suite him. no... not at all."
Tie him up with what? There was no rope, or anything he could see that generally looked like it would hold a person, nothing even remotely resembling a rope or anything like that anywhere. There were twisted wires and stuff, but they were old and wouldn't hold well at all. He didn't really see much of anything to tie this shitheaad up with, so he only looked at Noxx with a moderately puzzled look for a moment.
"With what, exactly? He raised a brow, arm crossed in front of his chest, a bored look on his face. A disinterested look on his face once more, he looked around. There was a doberman watching him from a corner. He recognized the dog. It was one of the Junkyard dogs, for sure. It had a blank look, ears straight up, looking from him to Noxx, to the retard, then back to him only once. Tenma stared back, and eventually the dog averted his eyes and the challenge he'd been presenting. With a sharp whistle, the dog came to his side. Tenma stroked it's head only once, then watched the man once more. He was mortified, of both Noxx and Tenma. By now he'd probably realized he was waist deep in shit, and there was no getting out of it.
"i'm sure your dog fighting friends don't mind gourmet cut raw meat."
Tenma smirked, looking down at the Doberman beside him. The dog continued to stare at the man. He glanced at the dead man once, scenting the air. Tenma turned his attention back to Noxx. "I'm sure they won't mind, but they do prefer to rip it themselves. Cut him all you want, I think we should leave him alive for the dogs to finish him off though. They are pretty hungry, I don't think they've eaten in a few days..." Tenma's voice grew darker as he neared the end of his monologue, and dogs began to reveal themselves. They came out from behind piles of junk, from behind the building, surrounding them man. They didn't attack though; but instead one of them tore into the already dead guy, and caused a frenzy. Barks and growls and snarls were thrown everywhere, as the dogs fought over the dead man, and slowly drug it away out of sight, leaving a trail of blood and unidentifiable chunks behind.
"See, I told you. That's going to be you in a while there, buddy." He sneered at the man, the Doberman still at his side.
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Post by -иoxx on Jul 10, 2010 20:34:12 GMT -5
With what, exactly? noxx turned to ten, and found his resourcefulness rather tiring. always using the land and material around him instead of carrying everything he needed with him. where as noxx didn't want to have to depend on anyone or anything no matter what. therefore she learned how to sew herself back up after a fight, spreading her safe houses amongst the city where they were stacked with all the resources that she needed. from food to water to heroin to a nice cozy bed. but if she needed to, she could survive on her own, without her safe houses, for weeks. "you wear cargo pants... with nothing in them." bored eyes, as if pitying him. reaching into one of her own pockets near her knee, pulled out twine, maul-able steel wire, and then a cloth bag. inside was an unusual type of barb wire, in the cloth pouch to prevent it from stabbing noxx, or ruining her cargo pants. but the wire itself, instead of having the usual clump of spikes every foot or so, it was almost like a thorn bush. a short sharp prick every centimeter or so. grinning, held it loosely in her hand and gave ten a glorious smile. but it was swiped right off her face at the dog next to him. for any other breed, she would of recoiled in disgust. but it was a doberman, and she loved the dobermans. short hair, fine pointed muzzle, and a known history as vicious guard dogs.
"is he a... friend of yours?" by that, she meant if he could shift into human. maybe this was ten's uke, something like a slave or a body guard. or a dog. but as she watched the behavior of the stupid animal, realized that it was probably nothing more than a dog. for he was intent on the soon-to-be-meal instead of on tenma. scoffing, turned back to their prisoner and without an sudden warning, plunged her combat knife deep into his shoulder before ripping it out. bleeding freely one more, barked "on your feed vermin." sobbing, he did as he was told and noxx tied him to the chain link fence with her own wire. beads of blood broke out along the mans wrist as he was bound. sobbing and scared to do anything but obey. as if she would give him mercy, the perverted pig that he was.
bound by wrists and ankles, noxx returned the remaining wire to it's pouch to the pocket. walking over to tenma, teasingly threw her arms around his neck. "ten... you're not having any fun." pouting in a girlish voice, let her face appear disappointed before giggling and skipping off to stand in front of the man again. "ring around the rosy." spinning on the spot so that her back was to the grunt. "pockets full of posy." giggling, hugged herself swaying back and forth. knife bloody still i hand. "ashes..." biting the tip of her knife pivoted back to the man. "ashes." eyes sparkling, anticipating, the adrenaline rushing from her body. knowing exactly where to strike. "we all fall..."
a scream filled the air, it was blood curdling it would of sent shivers down an innocent witness if there was one. "down." but it was almost like a hormonal release to noxx. to get this pathetic being to scream as he did, she had taken her lovely knife. such an object, loving it more than she could any living being. well... she took her knife and stabbed it into his cheek, and piercing part of his tongue. but wanting to see him bleed, had pulled it out once more. the blood flying down his front like a waterfall, choking and spluttering, tears entering the flow. he wanted to die, you could see it in his eyes. but why would she give him any mercy? "oh... he's so pretty!" pointing at her art creating, beaming at ten as if expecting praise for her alive art. chuckling, walked up to the man so that she could smell it terrible fear, sweat, and blood. raising a hand, brought it across his face gently so that her hand was covered in his scarlet liquid.
hand lowered once more, dripping, thought if there was an orgasm for killing, this was probably it. to see the blood of the enemy, to feel it, to love it, to taste, smell, and touch it. well, not everyone was as psycho as noxx, but all the same. the climax of killing, wasn't necessarily the death of the victim. but what you did to him in those final moments before everything ceased.
{768 words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Hostile toward the enemy} {i forgot ten fails to keep stuff in his cargo pants pockets xD}
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 12, 2010 6:14:11 GMT -5
"you wear cargo pants... with nothing in them."
"And? At least I'm wearing them. Or would you like it better if I didn't wear any?" Tenma was uninterested in her answer, as he watched her movements. She kept barbed wire in her pockets. A little extreme, if not scary. Not to him of course, there were few things that could perturb Tenma. This was not one of them.
"is he a... friend of yours?"
"I don't have friends. He's just a dog." Emotionlessly, he continued watching Noxx as she torture the poor attacker. She forced him to his feet, then tied him to the fence with barbed wire. Her special barbed wire, that was covered in barbs. Looked pretty painful. The guy wasn't lucky enough for one of the barbs to cut his artery though, so he'd have to endure the torture.
"ten... you're not having any fun."
"I'm having plenty of 'fun'... Watching." Tenma stated, as he continued to watch the girl torture the man. She was horrible in torture. Not horrible in the sense that she was bad at it, horrible in the sense that she was so good at it that there were no other words to describe it. She recited an old child's tune, and on the last note stabbed the man through the jaw, and what Tenma presumed was his tongue. A smirk slid across Tenma's face. The bastard deserved it.
"oh... he's so pretty!"
Noxx turned to Tenma as if expecting something, so he slowly clapped a few times, then said "Beautiful Noxx, best live art I've ever seen. When do the dogs get 'em?" Tenma sneered at the man, glancing down at the eager doberman at his side. With a click of his tongue the dog leaped at the man, running before skidding to a halt just in front of the bleeding creature, also at the click of Tenma's tongue. The dog growled and remained there, in front of the man, wanting to attack but forced not to by command of the better fighting dog.
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Post by -иoxx on Jul 12, 2010 14:15:50 GMT -5
Beautiful Noxx, best live art I've ever seen. When do the dogs get 'em? pivoting on the spot to stare at the man, had a happy sneer upon her face. as if etching his scent, sight, and the taste of his blood into her mind. not that she'd ever experience any of them after tonight. with a click, the dobie ran at the man. noxx thought her fun was going to end short but with another click the dog stopped. giggling turned back to tenma "what a good dog trainer you are." strolling up to the man once more, realized that he was getting woozy from lack of blood. pouting at his low tolerance and lack of will to live, glared daggers at his unfocused eyes. "meh... i'm done." shifting her weight to her left foot raised her right and slammed the boot into the man's femur bone. loosing her balance a little bit, staggered back but feeling pleased as the bone fractured under the first blow. returning a second, knew that the bone must be shattered. "have fun."
using the man's shirt to wipe her knife clean, returned it to it's sheath and examined her own blood splattered skin. "what lovely decor." heaving an almost bored sigh, fiddled through a pocket on her cargo's to take out her box of marlboro menthol cigarettes. taking one i her lips, flicked any ole' childproof lighting and lite it. inhaling deeply, wondered if there was any real organization of when dogs attacked. or if it was survival of the fittest. this ignorant man had just become a human chew toy, lucky him. but he could have to endure having his hands or feed amputated because he was still tied to the chain fence. giggling to herself, took a seat on the ground and rested her arms o her knees. smokin', bleeding, and watching her victim die by means other than her.
"gonna join them ten?"
{around 320 words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Hostile toward the enemy} {nomnomnom}
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Post by Aria ! on Jul 22, 2010 5:46:47 GMT -5
He made no indication that he heard her comment about him being a dog trainer, though he'd have to have been deaf to miss it. He did not train these dogs, no, they just listened on their own. He himself wasn't even really sure what they did depending on the movement or sounds he made, he was only just testing it at that moment. He watched, now bored with the carnage, as Noxx proceeded to shatter the man's thigh bone. This was nothing more interesting to him than watching a snuff tape. And they themselves were incredibly uninteresting for him.
With a wave of his hand, the dog attacked the man. Interesting. Tenma had done that unintentionally. He gave it no mind though, as the man was as good as dead anyway. As the one dog attacked, others took notice. They attacked then, as well. Soon there were masses of snarling dogs biting and tears at the man, who was giving out agonizing gurgling sounds and weak screams. Had he still had his tongue, some of it might have been audible.
"No. I fight to kill, not to tear into some stupid human because he's tied to a fence and I'm hungry. Tenma turned his back on the scene, leaving. The entire thing just didn't spark him anymore. He strode toward the exit lazily, fixed on going to the bar to see what was going on there. If nothing, he'd have a meal and then sleep for the rest of the day. Something always happened at nighttime around Shelpey anyway, so he'd look forward to that, if anything.
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