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Post by -иoxx on Oct 8, 2009 16:47:00 GMT -5
What was life without a little risk? Well, it was a secure and probably a boring life. Some prefer to sit home, snuggled up in their fleece blanket, their invisible force field around them. Reflecting all of the evil doings that happened twenty-four seven in the city. Those who had that thrill seeking mind stayed on the crime filled streets. Shoes scraping the pavements, weapons hidden in their belt, just walking and waiting. A lone individual, the dream target, seeking the dingy and dark. Just waiting, lurking, prowling, for another victum. Just as any feline would wait for their prey. Jaw slightly a gape, taking in their mouth watering scent.
Yet, it wasn't just a hobby, it was lifestyle. You didn't just 'decide' one day to become a unique individual, neglecting socialization. Killing yourself from the inside out. Ripping soul piece by piece, because of your isolation. Turning to stone, because of the chemicals that run through your veins. No, not a hobby at all, for a hobby you love yet you could also give up. Never, in living lifetime, could you simply release this everlasting craving. Almost like a hormonal reaction, yet oh so different.
Pale arm running down into a small hand, clenched and unclenched fist. Staring 'down' on the trio, making herself feel superior, yet not stating it so. A staircase wasn't the different between social dominance, it was the physical ability to fight your way to the top. Something that Noxx had neglected along with a list of other items, though something that lingered at the back of the mind. Lips parting, inhaling, letting fresh cold air that had leaked in from the outer world slice the back of her throat. The air hitting the moisture, before traveling into lungs, giving the reluctant body oxygen, therefore life.
Crystal eyes, abnormal by configuration, yet stunning at the same time, sparkled in the dim light. Covered by mascara and eyeliner, the only makeup that lined her face besides some sparkles as the corner of orbs. It was all about the eyes, for without them, a person was an emotionless sack of bones and blood. 'Pity.'
Raising her configuration, Noxx stepped down two steps. Finger tips running gently along the wall as the decent was made possible by long jeaned legs. It was a rather slow action, taking in how Alexx seemed to of fainted. Rich to the core, manipulative, a single-child syndrome manner about her. What she wanted, was hers. A flicker of something like a sneer played around moist lips. 'You can have him, nothing special.' Though, nothing was special so this was hardly an insult.
Paying no more attention to the duo, stared deeply at Damien. A young boy, of probably 15, shifter no less. Clumsey, open minded, wary, enjoying life as if it were a game. 'A game that you can't loose.' All of this was taken in through the fact that he had ran into the door. For why else would his mind wander less he were exploring his thoughts and expressions. Or zipping around madly as if the world were chasing his tail. 'Lovely.'
Having a sarcastic mind, couldn't help but use one of her speech-pattern vocabulary words. Comprised of 'Charming, Lovely, Pity' and some others. Nail-polish free fingers played around the railing, as if they needed something to do. For the jitters that ran up and down her spine were uncomfortably; but bearable. Why these shivers? One, there was a sense of distrust in the air. Two, heroin cravings were gnawing at her neck like hell itself. Three, she was cold through she'd never admit it. Never one to whine or make herself appear weaker. Even though that prospect made her lonely, deathlessly lonely.
Never confident, never trying to be something that she was not. At this minor thought, fingers ran across day old rope burns and slices on her wrists. A sharp sting picked at her nerves, it was a mildly present feeling. The prickle of pain, it was a mental escape from the real world. Hard put not to carve a fresh line into the soft skin, decent another step. Four from the bottom of the staircase.
Crystal ice eyes once again surveying Damien, his waryness seemily still alert and active. For he was the only one who seemed to hear her words, though did nothing. 'What's he afraid of?' But the answer jumpted to mind within' a heart beat. 'I just pointed a gun at his head. Not like I'm going to supply them with any of my weapons. Nor my drugs, they're mine. Prices sky rocket and if I kill all my dealers well... bad in the longterm for me. No... I meant raw meat.'
Of course, the sense of the feline-instinct was apparent ever since the cats joined together. Having the bloodlust for raw meat than cooked, Noxx's fridge was packed full of it. It was another abnormality that she was known for in the non-shifter world. Blinking at them all, couldn't help but stare at Alexx's face, her features. Without a trace she was beautiful, though that rich aura. It was gag-able.
Another sharp intake of breath, spoke quietly as if daring the others to listen to her. As if they even cared, her invitation had been not acknowledged. 'Beasts.' "Do you run at night?" Meaning which cats were nocturnal, and which dared to tread while the sun was still high int he sky. A message of daring and thrill, though also one of common street sense. Curiosity prickling at her feline instincts, as well as her human ones. The choice of life or death, day or night.
{932 Words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Non-Hostile}
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Post by Aria ! on Oct 8, 2009 20:05:39 GMT -5
'If I were truly a beast, I wouldn't love you.' +Shanks+
Shanks held Alexx steady in his arms. He looked around, to Noxx, then to Damien, at whom he stared at with a rather unreadable look. Planning on how to kill him later,probably. He still had the blush on his face, but it was rather faded now.
"She's out cold. Why did you have to knock someone out when you came to see me, Damien?" Shanks laughed, though it was a rather nervous one. He looked back at Noxx, who was standing at the top of the stairwell.
She was looking down at them. Not like they were equals, but lie she was superior. He suddenly felt a twinge of challenge run up his spine, and his position grew rigid as he stared at her. It was a very primal instinct, this challenge that ran threw him like a flame in the brush.
His eyes were solid gold as he watched her come down the stairs, quietly, slowly, stair after stair. She finally stopped at only a mere three steps from Damien, Alexx, and Shanks. His position hadn't loosened a bit.
"Do you run at night?"
Shanks wasn't sure if he really wanted to answer her. He had saw her pull a gun on his best friend, so she was an Enemy to him. Only because she hadn't pulled the trigger had he not left yet. He did live there, but the streets were also his home, so he could've left whenever he wanted.
Yet he stayed. He wouldn't abandon Damien, especially since he had already been abandoned once. Beside, he and Damien were more like brothers then friends, but in public, and most of the time, they just called each other best friends. Funny how the world worked were you could have no blood relatives, but thousands of unrelated ones.
"I stalk the darkness, yes. I make it my personal point not to be seen."Shanks rather emotionlessly answered her question, but he was talking to her as an equal. He didn't talk to anyone as if they were anything but an equal. Well, he wouldn't, but normally he only talked to Damien, and Damien knew he was an equal in Shanks' eyes.
Lifting Alexx up and holding her in his arms, took a step forward. "What apartment is yours? Mine is number 7, but I'm sure she'd like it more in your apartment than in mine. She'd feel more comfortable, anyway." Shanks said, his voice back to normal. He knew that this girl, whoever she was, would feel more comfortable in Noxx's, another girl, house than in his, a guy's.
He hadn't really done much cleaning of the place, so it didn't exactly look nice either. His fridge was empty besides a few take out dinners he had, he usually ate out, or ate as a Panther. Surely this girl would have a better food supply then he?
"Hey Damien, are you coming?" Shanks asked, looking back over his shoulder at the Ocelot shifter. The girl wasn't going to fall if she was in his arms, he didn't look it, but he was relatively strong. He had already gone up several stairs following Noxx, and not even showed a hint of struggle. The girl didn't weight much of anything anyway. She was very slim, not underweight but definitely not over it either.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Oct 8, 2009 21:22:32 GMT -5
Nobody really cares if you're miserable...
Damien shuffled a few steps, uncomfortable in the gaze of this strange girl and her icy eyes as if she were looking down upon him. Well actually, technically she was, but Damien paid no mind to the fact that she was physically higher, rather more on a social status level. Just because he was younger? Oh well, he inwardly shrugged it off. It didn't quiet bother him as he didn't even know her and she didn't truly know him, besides, he was used to it. Let her think what she wanted to think, her opinion didn't matter to him.
His mind tumbled around these thoughts as the two had a stare down, not completely menacing, well maybe on her part, but more observing on his part. It seemed he was trying to see what she was like, what she was thinking, why, what she thought of him. Wait, why did this bother him? Well, not bother him... but why did he think of it? Oh well. Her steps were deliberately slow as she took a few steady steps down the stairs, the tips of her fingers thoughtfully scanning the wall. At a mindful thought, a quick flicker of emotion flashed across her face, but it disappeared before Damien could comprehend what it was.
Damien caught Shanks's glance and shrugged at him innocently with a childish grin, knowing something along the lines of his thoughts. Childish maybe, but, that was him. Shanks knew. He knew practically all about him, his best friend he'd always say. Really, even more than Amber. There were just some things you couldn't say to a girl that you couldn't say to a guy. Well actually you could, but it would be extremely awkward. Even so, Shanks knew what he had always been through and knew practically all about him. Damien had met him when he was quiet young really, Shanks practically knew all his thoughts... like a brother.
His stare was unreadable, completely blank on emotions, just... nothing. Though within his head, Damien guessed that he was accumulating plans on doing something... probably. As empty he looked, Damien knew that he was fairly easy to read, at least, that's what he thought. His usual blush was rather faded now that the girl in front of him was practically knocked cold, literally. Whoops. I did that? Didn't really... mean that. Damien lightly coughed at the realization, but didn't bring it up, "She's out cold," Shanks's voice cut through his thoughts, "Why did you have to knock someone out when you came to see me Damien?"
Oh, right. If there was a mind reader that could read his mind... it was probably Shanks. Wonderful. Hopefully she wouldn't exactly get mad when she woke up. He cringed at the thought, emotions of people and actions of his own didn't exactly get along too well. Well actually, not at all, but what could he do? He could only dream, hope, and wish... that he wouldn't be dead by tomorrow. Yep, he put some serious thought into that. Shanks nervously laughed at the comment, to which Damien nervously chuckled.
Damien's laughter was cut short however as he eyed Shank's rigid posture, nervous and straight... stiff. There really wasn't a way to describe it. Curious, Damien cast his eyes between the two: at Shanks's stiff position and wide-eyed stare and the girl's easy going.... scary position. What would you call that? Maybe not scary, but she certainly had the quality of air about her. As she ambled down the stairs, one... by one... by one, she absentmindedly rubbed her wrists, gentle and thoughtful.
Curious, Damien tipped his head to the side, a habit he picked up after shifting. Some thought it was quiet, others thought it was dumb, some thought it was just plain weird... whatever they thought. Like before, it was a habit, he couldn't care less nor did he even realize what he was doing anyway. Eventually he stopped, four steps from the level ground of the staircase. After the short survey of each other, she took in a quick breath and quietly murmured, causing him to dip his head and lean forward, "Do you run at night?"
At this, Damien blinked a moment. Run at night? As in... run at night? What. Like only come out at night, nocturnal? Well of course he came out during the day, or did she mean shifting only at night? Mulling the thought over a moment, Damien decide it really wasn't worth his time to think it over and answered back, shrugging with a simple question, "Yeah, do you?" His tone was light, though it was a little hesitant, but not frightened, not at all. What would there be to be frightened of this girl? Nothing really.
Shanks blandly replied, "I stalk the darkness, yes." You go Shanks! What a way to put it. Really. "I make it my personal point not to be seen." Damien eagerly nodded along with him in agreement, he knew what he meant certainly. After his comment, apparent to not listening to whatever the female had to say next, Shanks bent down a bit and scooped her up from her dead position. Holding her in his arms, "What apartment is yours? Mine is number 7, but I'm sure she'd like it more in your apartment than in mine. She'd feel more comfortable anyway." He seemed to make it a point that he was okay now.
Shanks began carrying the girl up the stairs, following the other girl as they walked to her room... supposedly anyway. He didn't struggle it seemed, maybe the girl was light, then again, Shanks wasn't exactly the weakest of guys though certainly not the strongest. Maybe it was simply a combination of the two. Damien made no move to follow, should he? Maybe...? However, Shanks pushed him on a little bit with his words, no matter how not encouraging they were, "Hey Damien," He blinked and picked his head up from the ground. When did he look at the ground? Probably in thought. "Are you coming?"
His brethren, he could say, turned his head over his shoulder to look at the younger teen. Damien popped his mouth open in thought as he blankly stared ahead. Hm, what there is to loose? Damien shrugged and coolly agreed, "Sure." Damien jogged a little ways toward the staircase and began hopping up them two at a time to catch up to them. They weren't really in a rush anyway, but he was an upbeat guy. Damien lived life in the fast lane.
... so you might as well be happy.
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Post by -иoxx on Oct 9, 2009 15:25:55 GMT -5
Head was pounding, heart was pulsating. One thing unpleasant, the other essential for life. Pale and paint-less hand was raised and ran through sleek, soft blonde hair. Crystal ice eyes surveying the fallen Alexx. If anything, she was an easy enemy to eliminate from existence. The only reason that the rich girl's heart still beat, was that Shanks and Damien were there. Though a good fighter, two against one was a given. Atleast on fist on fist combat.
Turning, bent knees and started back up the stairs, fingers playing around the railing once more. Touching it's cold surface, and warming it. Flashes of explicit painful scenes flashing through her mind, things that she could do, if she wanted to.
Alexx chained to a wall, a knives holding her pinned against the wall. Blood already on her body. Noxx, approaching her with a red hot thin piece of metal. A needle, approaching closer and closer, to drive the needle through the iris of the victim, and just leave it there.
Shanks on the ground, coughing up blood, legs resembling a mangled and torn piece of meat. Bullet wounds here and there, with feline gashes across it. Paralyzed from the waist down, yet Noxx was sitting next to Shanks, stroking his hair with a knife held in her hand. Allowing him to remember what it felt like not to be in pain. Before driving the dagger deep into his skull, hearing the satisfying crunch.
Damien, hanging from his neck. Twisting and turning, his neck had not snapped, but he was getting strangled to death. While Noxx drove a knife into his stomach, slicing it open. Basically giving a live autopsy, allowing all the organs to spill from the still alive body. Piercing each lung with the knife, a slow painful death.
It was an every-day thing, picturing the deaths of everyone around her inside her very head. A serial killer with a concision, the only thing that held her back. Closing crystal eyes, ran her fingers nonchalantly over her rope burned wrists. Wanting more than ever to drive a knife into them, though the restraint she put on herself was tolerable and bearable.
Walking up the steps, heard Shanks and then heard Damien, them started up the stairs. Shanks carrying Alexx, and with a flash in her eyes Noxx realized that her flashes could come true. Though, did she really want to kill her own breed? Her own special? No. The deaths of the world were regular humans, no more, no less.
Nodding to Shanks, started leading them up to her apartment. One flight of stairs. Two flights of Stairs. On the fourth story, a door swung up and Noxx entered. Walking down a dimply lit, cigarette smoke filled hallway walked up to door 423, unlocked it, and pushed it open. Inside was a kitchen and living room combined. A large, cream colored fleece dog-like bed in the corner next to a heater. There was a screened patio door, made of glass next to to the bed. A black leather couch and a medium flat screen TV.
There was a small oak table with three chairs, the fourth chair was not to be seen. Turning on the white light, eliminated the hard wood flooring of the kitchen, and the smoke carpet. A wooden rimmed, clear glass coffee table stood inbetween the TV and the couch. On this table was some empty packs of heroin, an ash tray, some cups, the remote, a box of tissues, and a pair of folded pants.
On walking in, there was a hallway that led off to the left. Where there was a closet at the end of the hall, and a door leading into a bathroom, and the bedroom. The bedroom was nicely tidy, bed made. The bathroom door was cracked so you couldn't see inside.
Noxx entered as always walking on the hard wood floor, and opening the refridgerator. The scent of raw meat drifted to all of their noses as a nice piece of cow flank meat was picked up. About the size of a CD-rom, Noxx took a bloody bite out of it. Not caring that it was uncooked, for her digestive system could tolerate it. Pointing to the couch, gestured that, that was where Alex should be put.
Noxx exited the room, into her bedroom. Walking over to a tall oak dresser. The first shelf was comprised of clothes, jeans and shirts. The second drawr was comprised of heroin bags, underwear, bras, and other necessaries. The third drawr, at waist high, comprised of guns of every shape. Noxx unloaded the handgun that was in her belt, and put it in the drawr. Taking all weapons from the belt and putting them inside. There was a small machine gun, ammo, a couple hand guns, grenades, and a bomb.
Closing this drawr, did not open the two bottom drawrs who both had a lock on them. No one outside of Noxx knows that are in these. Walking back into her livingroom/ kitchen grabbed a wash cloth and soaked it in water, before giving it to Shanks. Though not the caring type, was meant to be dabbed on Alex's forehead.
Exiting into the bathroom, came back in with a deep yellow liquid in a medicine cup and a needle. Sitting down, cross legged, on the carpet, put the liquid on the table, and uncorked the needle. Sucking up every last drop of heroin, after alcoholing her arm, stuck the needle into it. Pressing down, released it into her body. With a small gasp of relief, left the cup there, and put re-corked the needle.
Laying with her head on the dog-bed on the flood, asked nonchalantly. "So... is she stirring? Because when it gets pitch black outside I plan on leaving." The white ceiling provided a perfect canvas for her mind to wander on, not to concerned that she had company. They were free to take some meat, though if they entered her bedroom or bathroom, they were in for it. Common politeness, even in their form was valued.
{1000 Words} {Noxx in Human Form} {Non-Hostile}
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Post by Rena DeVito on Oct 9, 2009 19:26:03 GMT -5
Alexx tried to open her eyes, but it felt like a heavy hand had clamped over them. She felt a vague movement, as if someone had lifted her and was carrying her. Somewhere she could hear faint voices. She could almost recognize them as well. The dreamlike whispers faded away, leaving Alexx alone in her dark silence.
Alexx started to panic as the suffocating darkness began to close in on her. She had to breath! She had to get out! Mentally, Alexx struggled frantically - although in reality her fingers merely twitched a few times. Her head cleared and the panic subsided as she was settled gently on a couch. She laid still, her eyes closed. With a small sigh, her eyes opened slightly, to reveal a ceiling that was still swirling. 'Would this g*dd**m world be still?!' she venomously complained.
Her eyes slitted open again revealing the smoke stained ceiling. She mentally recoiled as a putrid smell of smoke, raw meat and cat attacked her senses. Of course the cat and meat smell she was used to but with the smoke mixed in it caused her stomach to jump, or maybe that was just from being bashed in the head. Grimacing from the effort, she turned her head so she was facing towards the middle of the room.
Alexx could see a kitchenette and living room. A light tan dog bed sat by a heater, which was positioned in a corner. Alexx blinked as she realized Noxx was laying there with her head resting comfortably on the dog bed. Her eye flickered again, as wondered if she was seeing things. She glanced around, trying to ignore Noxx. Alexx observed a glass patio door was situated next to the fleece dog bed. She also noted the medium flat screen TV.
Another item that was deemed worth of Alexx's attention was an oak table with three chairs. Alexx idly wondered if Noxx had eaten the forth chair. 'I think that door screwed with my head,' She thought, a hiss worming up her throat. She was going to kill the guy who did this. "Dumb ocelot..." she snarled, hazily remembering laughing at the idiot who ran into the door. 'If he was that dumb, he should be easy to rip apart,' Alexx thought, leaping to her feet in a smooth, easy motion.
Her eyes snapped shut as her stomach leaped with her, and the world flew around. She cussed, fell sideways, and caught herself on the arm of the leather couch. She sat with a small grunt, bringing her knees up to her forehead. The slender girl looked up, her slitted, cloudy eyes attempting to focus on Damien. "You..." growled Alexx. "...as soon as I can stand..." She ended off, leaving the rest to Damien's imagination.
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Post by Aria ! on Oct 11, 2009 12:36:49 GMT -5
'If I were truly a beast, I wouldn't love you.' +Shanks+
Shanks listened for Damien's reply, though he wasn't looking at him. He heard him say sure, and he heard him jog up the stairs to catch up. That was a relief, though he was beginning to second guess himself. Surely the girl would be mad when she woke up. If she was a large shifter, well, then Damien was screwed. Shanks himself could only fight things his own size, and for a panther he was a bit big, but he couldn't take on anything larger than another Panther. If she was a Lion or Tiger shifter, well... Shanks would go to Damien's funeral.
He followed Noxx up the stairs, but the feeling in the air was heavy. It was... unnerving the entire time they were going up the stairs. It was like that scene in a horror movie where everything is quiet and then the killer suddenly pops out and makes all the viewers jump. Except in his position, he felt like the one in the horror movie, not watching it...
They got to her apartment. No one was dead, but he was pretty stressed. He acted as calm as he could though, focusing on not dropping Alexx. He carried her over to the couch and gently put her down. After a few moments, he noticed her fingers twitch. She would regain consciousness soon, he thought.
Noxx left the room, going to a different room that he didn't know of. Most likely it was her bedroom, or a bathroom, because they were in the main living room. It was impressive, for a girl that seemed to be addicted to drugs. Then again, didn't they get a lot of money from just selling it? So she was probably laid up, he guessed.
She entered the room again. Noxx gave him a damp cloth before she went over to the corner where the dog bed was, sat herself down on the ground, and gave herself an injection of what he guessed was Heroine. He hesitantly looked down at the cloth, unsure of what he was to do. He wasn't exactly a doctor or anything, and he really didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable. He simply held it, as he watched her stir and wake up.
"So... is she stirring? Because when it gets pitch black outside I plan on leaving."
"Yeah... She's conscious, I think. For the record, when it gets pitch dark outside, I'm gonna disappear too. Not really leave, you guys just won't be able to see me, I guess. Black Panthers aren't exactly easy to see at night." He shrugged and told her. He guessed it would be fine to just come out and tell the two what he shifted into, just to make them a bit more comfortable.
An unwelcoming sort of hiss perked Shanks' attention. He looked at the girl he had lay on the couch. She looked unhappy, most likely because of the smell. It didn't exactly smell good in Noxx's apartment, and Shanks' blamed the drugs head on.
"Dumb ocelot..."
'Wow. I wonder if she's a house cat... Probably not. She looks sort of exotic, like a large cat. Maybe... Tiger?' Shanks nonchalantly thought. He wondered what Noxx was but he couldn't find any clues as to what she was. The fact that she was thin could help. 'Maybe... Cheetah? She looks like she would be a good runner. Or maybe she's a different cat, I don't know...' He thought conflicted. He wouldn't say it, but not knowing what their shifted form was... it was driving him insane. Not that he needed any help with that, but still.
In one quick motion, Alexx jumped to her feet. She recoiled though, and sat down on the couch, bringing her knees to her forehead and sitting silent. She then glared at Damien. "You..." She seemed pretty mad at him... "...as soon as I can stand..." As soon as she could stand,Shanks could consider his best friend a dead man, right? Like he'd ever really let anyone hurt Damien.
He would fight a Tiger for him... probably. Maybe. It all really depended on if he was there or not. If he was there, hell yeah he'd fight a tiger for him. If nothing else just for the thrill of it. He had, at times, been considered an Adrenaline junkie. He wasn't really addicted to it though, he just liked some excitement here and there.
Shanks carefully, almost cautiously, stuck his hand with the cloth toward her. "Here. This might help." He said with a hesitant smile.
"What're your names? You never told me or Damien. That's Damien, by the way. I'd like it if you didn't mangle him." Shanks told the girls, trying to lift a bit of the tension in the air. Neither of them seemed to really like Damien or himself, but hey, the least he could get them to do is not gore them... at least, he thought so. He was confident in his fighting abilities too, so he could at least put up a fight. 'I don't think I'd like fighting a girl very much... but I guess I'll have to do what I have to do, right?' He thought, pretty distressed in his head.
Why had he decided to follow Noxx again? The walls were like a cage now, and he felt the bizarre need to get outside in the open.
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Post by -иoxx on Oct 17, 2009 9:52:24 GMT -5
Chest constricted, muscles tightening, heart pounding, all the results of the heroin entering her system. Running through her body, with each beat of her pith, it spread further. Lowing her senses of what was going on elsewhere, and savoring the feeling. Knowing that it probably wouldn't come again until tomorrow.
Running a hand through her perfect hair, sat up, a pounding in her temples. Letting out a sigh, looked over at the trio who was in her house. Alexx had gained conciousness and was threatening to kill Damien. Giving a small smirk, said mildly "I'll kill you both if you get a drop of blood on this carpet." Looking at her hands, added mildly, "I don't have to shift to kill someone"
Reaching for the raw meat that she had set down before, finished it off, licking the blood from her fingers. Blinking crystal blue eyes, stood up and once again ran her hand through her hair. Stepping over to Damien, shoved him aside and pressed her dead-cold fingers to Alexx's neck. Feeling her pulse. Recoiling, said mildly, "You're beat's steady." Turning to sit on the edge of the coffee table, stared at her hands.
"What are your shifts?" It was a question that was essential to Noxx. To know, when she saw them, who was a fox or who was a dog. She already knew Damien was an Ocelot, not that she liked it. To know who she could, and could not kill in animal form. For such a strong individual, with a rather cocky attitude, she didn't want to die. Not really, but the world was her enemy, she just lived in it.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Oct 18, 2009 21:24:35 GMT -5
Nobody really cares if you're miserable...
Damien awkwardly trailed after the older teens, unusually quiet as they made their way to this girl's apartment room. Four flights of stairs. Quietness. The conscious girl, lit cigar tipped in mouth, led them up like an every day thing which of course it was. Yet the air of feeling was heavy, tense. It wasn't exactly terrifying but more awkward, at least on his part. It was like a heavy fog setting in like a dark shadow creeping in like a horror movie. You know it's there, but you can't see it. Awkward.
Soon enough, the group reached to room 423, supposedly that girl's room. All the way up, Shanks seemed holding up well without struggle. Maybe the girl just wasn't that heavy? Or maybe Shanks was just strong, however lean he was. Sighing as the girl unlocked the door, Damien stepped in and pushed the door shut behind him. Immediately the smell of smoke and meat reached his nose, even a dull human nose. Damien nearly gagged, not that he didn't like meat--though he didn't like the smoke, but it was so strong! He really couldn't smell anything else, nothing but raw meat and smoke.
Next to that though, it was a nice place. As he walked in he noticed that he was pretty much already in the kitchen, connected with the living room. The living room seemed pretty normal, a black leather couch, flat screen TV, dog-bed, small table, chairs... nothing new nothing old... except a decent patio in the back, walled by a screened, glass door by the dog-bed. Did she have a dog maybe? It wasn't like he could tell, he couldn't smell anything at the moment.
The light was bright and lit up pretty much everything, making the wooden kitchen floor sheen with cleanliness. Cleanliness? Maybe. Damien scowled as he observed his surroundings. He'd guessed that this girl had some... drug problems, but this much? The short coffee table was littered with drugs, an ashtray, and cups, well along with a few normal things. If this was all on the coffee table, it briefly passed his mind of what might be in her bedroom. Man, the things she probably hid. Delinquents, he thought with mild disgust and disappointment.
Why drugs? What pressure and stress was there ever to have the need to get high and addicted to smoking, heroine, ecstasy, and... whatever else there was. Sure Damien knew what stress was like, but... he didn't like following directions, he liked his freedom. He hated when people told him what to do. Why? Damien figured no one, at least more than most people, paid any attention to him. Everyone always figured he was probably a delinquent, taking drugs and heroine, getting drunk and high and stealing. If he ever did any of that, then he would be falling to their expectations--something he would not do.
As he walked into the living room, Damien casually glanced down the dimmed empty hallway, not really spotting anything interesting in particular. Without a second thought, Damien followed Shanks to the couch, absentmindedly rubbing his nose as the female ate some of her meat. Raw meat. Damien shuddered at the thought, meat? Understandable. Raw meat? Not so understandable. The meat would be bloody and smelly, what was there to like about it? Guess some people were more... in tune, to their animalistic nature.
Unsure of where to be, Damien simply stood next to the coffee table, it wasn't like they would be watching TV and he certainly hopped the teen wouldn't mind. Shanks gently settled down the other girl onto the leather couch as he glanced back to him. Well not him, but rather behind him. Damien turned his head to the side, looking down the entrance to the hallway as the apartment's owner casually walked through--some liquid in a cup and a needle. Damien watched her with a neutral expression, quiet unlike himself. Strangers always unnerved him...
The girl plopped down on the carpet near the other end of the coffee table. She sat cross legged, hands working fast to get open the cup of strange liquid. Certainly not medicine? She expertly slid off the cap of the needle, and drew in the liquid until the needle could hold no more. Not caring to watch her drown herself in drugs, something Damien preferred not to observe. Turning away, a light gasp reaching his ears, Damien looked back toward Shanks and the knocked out girl on the opposite side of the room.
"So... is she stirring? Because when it gets pitch black outside, I plan on leaving."[/s][/b] Damien simply shrugged, not bothering to look back to see what she was doing... whatever she was doing. Shanks coolly answered, "Yeah... she's conscious, I think."[/s][/b] He began uncertainly with a shrug, "For the record, when it gets pitch dark outside, I'm gonna' disappear too. Not really leave, you guys just won't be able to see me, I guess. Black panthers aren't exactly easy to see at night."[/s][/b] He shrugged at the casual mention of his shifted form. Damien uneasily shifted at his sitting position. It wasn't that the situation was uncomfortable, rather it was, but why announce your shifted form to the world? He saw no reason for it, unless he was simply enlightening the situation? Maybe, it would be like Shanks. Even so, they didn't even know what their other two forms were. Which brought Damien into his thoughts, what were their shifted form? He really wouldn't have been surprised if the awoken female was an animal shifter rather than a human shifter. Even so, it made him think. "Dumb ocelot..."[/s][/b] Damien brought his head up, unaware that it had fallen. Oh dear god. The teen instantly jumped up, standing ready to kill in a smooth motion, as if she had been trained... or simply very experienced. Damien shot up to his feet and exclaimed as he slid his body back a few feet, "Sorry! I swear I didn't mean to!"[/u][/b] What else was there to say? He really hadn't meant to. Besides, she didn't look too hurt... Yet lucky for him, as soon as her body took hold on the weight it was supporting, she stumbled sideways. Her eyes shut tight as she fell toward the couch, instincts kicking in to save her from injuring herself. The girl quietly scolded herself as she dropped down onto a cousin of the couch, forehead resting on her knees. As she settled down, her heart calming--maybe, the girl lifted her head up and glared slits at him. Damien looked to her with an apologetic face as she spat at him, malice weaving into her words, "You... as soon as I can stand..."[/s][/b] She trailed off, threat obvious in her voice. Damien waved his hand off, "I told you, I'm sorry! It was an accident!"[/u][/b] How was he supposed to know there was a person behind the door? He was too much in thought to actually notice anything. Luckily, which it seemed was on his side, Shanks cut in, hand held out with a dull white cloth. How did he get that? "Here. This might help."[/s][/b] He was hesitant, but hopefully it might distract her a bit, at least until Damien could greet Shanks, catch up, and then leave. There would be time later to chat. Shanks uncertainly began conversation, and it was certainly awkward considering none of them actually knew each other except for the guys, "What're your names? You never told me or Damien. That's Damien by the way,"[/s][/b] Way to state the obvious there Shanks, "I'd like it if you didn't mangle him."[/s][/b] Damien eagerly nodded in agreement, "Yeah, yeah."[/u][/b] The other girl cut in, seemingly not taking their argument seriously, "I'll kill you both if you get a drop of blood on this carpet."[/s][/b] Damien casually twisted his neck around, only head facing her. The girl was siting up as before, a mischievous smirk spread across her face as she studied her fingers, "I don't have to shift to kill someone."[/s][/b] Damien watched her, eyes wary, unsure if she was kidding or not. He kidded, Damien kidded, he was sarcastic, he used sarcasm all the time. He didn't know if this was sarcasm. She reached for her food and gulped it down her throat, blood smeared across her face and dripping down her fingers. Damien scowled as he wrinkled his nose. Nothing about that would ever appeal to him, it's either cooked or he starved. Damien cleared his throat and unconsciously looked away as he looked around the room. It would be a reasonable... reason, it wasn't like he ever watched TV or slept in a bed or anything. However, he was jumped out of his thoughts as he was suddenly pushed aside. Stumbling he exclaimed with an annoyed expression on his features, "Hey! What was that for...?"[/u][/b] He quiet ended, not really expecting a response. The girl reached up to the curled up teen and roughly pressed her fingers on the girl's neck. After a moment of silence she snapped her hand away and emotionlessly commented, "Your beat's steady."[/s][/b] Way to point out the obvious. If she was unstable, Damien probably would've been dead after the adrenaline rushed through her veins. The addicted teen backed up and plopped down on the coffee table just where Damien was previously sitting. Glad to know he wasn't there anymore. "What are your shifts?"[/s][/b] Damien raised an eyebrow at the question, by now he was sure it was fairly obvious... ... so you might as well be happy. c o u n t! one-six-three-three m u s e! 2/10 l y r i c a l . m u s e! none n o t e p a d! How did I make a 1633 word post with only a muse of 2 with no music? [/size][/center]
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Post by Rena DeVito on Oct 19, 2009 20:48:34 GMT -5
Alexx managed to ignore Damien's apologies. Sorry wasn't going to save him at this point. Fortunately for Damien, her focus was interrupted by Noxx's smooth voice.
"I'll kill you both if you get a drop of blood on this carpet," Noxx nonchalantly threatened. Ooo. Pleasant thought. Noxx continued, "I don't have to shift to kill someone" 'Oooo...I'm really scared now.' Alexx rolled her eyes, and attempted a head toss to flick her hair back. She winced as pain shot through her skull. Not the smartest move in the world.
"Here. This might help." Alexx's hazy gaze focused on an open hand in front of her. A damp washcloth rested on the callused hand. The hand was large, fingers strong. Obviously a man's hand. The tigress' vision blurred once, and then again as she distractingly wondered who's hand that could possible be. Her gaze wandered up the arm to a smiling face. After a moment, she recognized it. 'Of course, Shanks.' She managed a weak smile of thanks and lifted a slender hand to accept the washcloth. With a small sigh, she leaned back into the couch and pressed the cloth to her forehead. A pounding headache had appeared, and Alexx somehow knew it was just getting started.
"What're your names? You never told me or Damien. That's Damien, by the way. I'd like it if you didn't mangle him." 'A peace-maker eh?' Alexx thought miserably. 'No matter, he could still be fun.' The connection between Damien and Shanks hit her a couple seconds later. DUH! Does it need to be spelled out for her? F-R-I-E-N-D-S. 'Well I guess ripping Damien to shreds is out of the picture - for now.' A slight frown twisted her lips upside down. The headache increased, pounding crazily.
"Could I have a couple Advil?" 'Or Ibuprofen, or Tylenol, or anything else that would kill this awful ache,' Alexx thought dryly. She almost took it back, slightly scared of what type of pill Noxx would give her - but then decided it didn't matter. As long as it made the pain go away, who cared? Alexx watched as the blond finished off her meat, licked her fingers, and strode over to her. An involuntary snarl sneaked out as Noxx reached for Alexx's throat. She tense, prepared to fight - or at least attempt it.
"You're beat's steady." Noxx announced, and the tigress bit back a retort. After all, she should be a tiny bit nice since she was currently laying on Noxx's couch, in Noxx's apartment, with Noxx's washcloth, and requesting Noxx's medicine. The cheetah shifter sat on the end table.
Seeming not to hear Alexx's snarl - or just ignoring it - Noxx asked, "What are your shifts?" Alexx considered saying, "Fuck off." After a moment she decided that wasn't the smartest thing to say. She was at the mercy of two guys and this seemingly violent Noxx. "None of your business..." Alexx muttered, feeling wimpy for not saying what she had really thought.
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Post by Aria ! on Oct 21, 2009 16:46:22 GMT -5
+Shanks+
I'll come for you,
Shanks watched wordlessly as Noxx swallowed the bloody meat. It wasn't unappetizing to him, he had eaten raw meat lots of times, in his Panther shift form. He had to live most of his life eating something, didn't he? He wouldn't even think about the things he killed and ate while in that form, not around other people. No, those were memories for him to remember alone.
Growing up alone, it imprinted a strong sense of loyalty in his head. He wasn't a dog, and didn't have a pack, and wasn't a lion with a pride, but the normal, solitary panther. He'd never liked being alone though. He'd planned on joining one of the Guild's from a very young age. Younger than most, he was cast out of his home anyway.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as Noxx shoved past Damien. He heard his disapproval. Shanks gave him a glance, telling him it wasn't the place to get smart. He knew how dangerous this girl really was, his entire body could sense it. He wouldn't like getting on her bad side, either. Better safe than sorry when around a girl with a happy trigger finger.
Shanks caught Noxx's question. What was his shift? 'I swear I just answered that... Or maybe I only thought that I did? I'm an idiot that would do that. I have been around Damien most of my life.' He thought with an inward humorous laugh.
"Panther. Nothing really special, just bigger than normal." He responded. Wait... did the girl just ask for an Advil at a drug addict's house? "Is she stupid? She's going to get herself something like Oxycontin for all she knows! She doesn't have any common sense?' He thought harshly, he kept them to himself though, and no emotion appeared on his face. His manner was casual; hands in his pockets and a lazy stature. He tried to seem like he wasn't taking every little move in too seriously.
He was a very alert guy; and he had good reasons to be. He, of course, wouldn't name them. Scars, mental and physical, were never seen by others, he made his point to be sure of that.
"Yeah, I think Advil would be good for you. Should get rid of the throbbing pain." Shanks said nonchalantly, but did put some annunciation on the word Advil, suggesting that Noxx not give her anything else.
He glanced over to the Patio glass door. It was pitch Dark outside, only the street lights illuminating things. He strode over, opened the door, and went onto the Patio. He looked down at the forty foot fall... or jump, as he had in mind. He was slowly trying to figure out if he would die if he jumped. He decided he would, even if he was in his Panther form.
In reality, he probably could have made the jump. He just decided not to take the risk, and instead jump from there into the tree that was, much shorter, and a few feet away. He didn't want to be trapped by walls anymore. He didn't want to go on the staircase anymore. He just wanted to be outside, in the wild. In nature, for all that was left of it.
"I'm going ahead of you guys. Do me a favor, don't maul my street pal. Come find me out there, if you want." He said to them, over his shoulder. He shifted quickly, turning into a lumbering Panther with striking, very intense gold eyes. He backed up a bit, then jumped.
Using the railing as leverage, launched himself off of it. He landed in the tree, gracefully falling onto a branch. He looked back up at them with his great gold eyes, willing one of them to follow. He would wait if they wanted to take the much safer, non-life threatening way though.
...but only if you told me to.
M U S E: 6 - 8 T I M E: Around 30 - 45 minutes. C O U N T: six six nine - 669 I N S P I R A T I O N: All things Nickelback. ;3
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