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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jan 26, 2008 16:17:05 GMT 8
dusty_lonestar: He hated working late, but as it was that time of year, he knew that there was no choice but to stay after hours. He worked on through the cold of the everning, preparing document after document until he knew that if he saw even one more, he would fall dead asleep. Locking the building, he looks around on the dead street, as if worried that some street urchin would grab him and take all that he owned. The click of the lock and he turns to make the usual trail to the commuter train, back home to his lonely apartment on the west side. He watches a gentle snowflake fall, but does not take time to appreciate it. Soon, he walks quietly down the undisturbed night street, peering down the occasional alley for a vagrant or anyone to peek his interest, wanting just to be left alone in the night.
Ninette: The manipulation of mana. She was a small form amongst the giants of humanoids. Clad in business-like attire; a form fitting blouse hidden behind a business jacket and a black mini skirt. Hair spun in a bun though wisps of raven locks would be seen around flawless pale features. A smile, passionately plastered unto painted crimson lips, would bloom as eyes so clear like twin mirrors, twinkled with life; betraying naught her evil mind. The slender form would drift with the mass, petite form weaving in and out of crooked lines. Listening with advent interest to the ongoing chatters within their mind. Whispers and hushed thoughts resounded in a multitude of tunes; demented symphonies of the weary and troubled. Jingle of bells echoed deep and unending; <c> Ninette: permeated the air with inaudible rings, lending an eerie feeling to the disturbed minds. Blind happiness was apparent amongst the throng of City dwellers. A soft chuckle resonated into the threads of happy thoughts before whispers echoed. Dark words binding within their unconscious mind, evoking impure and sadistical thoughts. Out of the corner of her slanted eyes, she saw him; a dark shrouded figure of a man, making his way along the deserted road. A perfectly shaped eyebrow would quirk in wonder. And that very action would mean only one thing. Trouble. As the man drew nearer, she picked up her pace; making her way to the junction where the two street crossed. She would meet him precisely as he exits the corner. <c> Ninette: A couple of quickened step and she was met with his bulk. The impact was bruising, sending her off of the beaten path and onto the pavement. Crimson tongue protrudes tentatively before running its tip along soft skin to bring moisture to brightly painted tiers. A blink, innocent, if not for the malicious curl upon corners of painted lips, ensued. "I’m.. sorry" Came a honeyed whisper, violet tinged eyes seeking his. Curiosity got the best of the Harlequin this time. <e>
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jan 26, 2008 16:19:43 GMT 8
dusty_lonestar: He was not the type to barrell into things, usually planning his every step, as was his line of work, one of planning, considering, manipulating. He immediately brushed the pain of his shoulder to the side and worked to help the woman to whom he had barrelled up from her stupor. His arms were strong, though his hands were the more noticeable feature in him. They were well built and considerate, as if he used them for everything, from calculating to lifting. He looks into her eyes, and immediately realizes, that perhaps due to the late hour, he had never seen anything the likes of her. He found her to be quite curious, but not completely unusual for this time of night. "You have nothing to apologize for. Perhaps it was the night air or my fear of being mugged that caused me to rampage (c) dusty_lonestar: so passionately down the street like this. I am not usually one to bump ladies as if they were a fruit cart in a car chase." He smirks a little, and the smirk is recognizable as his trademark smirk, the one he gave to any woman who would accept his boyish charms. One might call it flirting, if the late hour gave way to such a thing. He looked her over for a moment and then looked out into the night. "A woman such as yourself might not ought to be roaming these streets so late. Can I perhaps walk you somewhere? Keep the evil things from getting you...or well...bumping you into oblivion?" He extends a hand. "My name is Dusty..." (e)
Ninette: She noticed his hesitant, though it was only momentary. It was as if Time had stood by, waiting for him to make up his mind. The other entities, the mass of flesh and bones that made up the crowd, had somehow faded into the grey background. She felt his heartbeat, the steady pit patter of the blood pumping organ against his well toned chest. And she felt the fleeting irritation caused by her sudden intrusion into his personal space; an area that measured barely a foot from his warm skin, surrounding him in an invisible cocoon. A place of tranquility and sacredness though most definitely a lonely place to be. Eyes roamed his sculptured form; from the dark locks of unruly strands on his head to the tip of strong chin.<c> Ninette: And soon enough, she found herself staring at an outstretched hand; fingers curling slightly, beckoning to her. Another series of eyelash batting ensued, the curling of her lips recur, unnoticed. Once again eyes would rise to meet his; bright, violet tinged, cerulean pools hiding the dark and conceited glee bubbling inside. “I.. should be sorry. Was entirely my clumsiness”. She issued a reply, placing cold, slender digits within his grasp. “I wasn’t looking”. Her free hand rose to brush strands of raven locks from her cheek; pale digits brushing dainty ear before coming to rest against exposed neck. “That would be nice. I’m new in this town, you see. Though I hope I’m not keeping you from your prior engagement”. Came a soft reply, hiding the callous evil residing within petite form<e>
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Post by dustylonestar on Jan 26, 2008 16:26:07 GMT 8
Dusty Lonestar: He takes her hand gently into his own and shakes it calmly, allowing her fingers to wrap his rather than squeezing like a robust business man. He looks into her eyes some, thinking that he can perhaps read her like his clients, but she is not quite the open book that he is used to. The rather tall man, regains his composure and starts to walk alongside her. "I guess if I am going to be your escort, I had better find out exactly where it was that you were going. I mean, how can I walk you somewhere if we just straggle along." He smirks a little, and for a moment he is quite happy to have the company. The late hour made him a little wary of the long walk home, and in some ways he felt safer not being alone. Irony indeed. He gently takes a smell of her perfume, assuming that is what it is, and perhaps a wiff of the street cleaner's fluid that was recently poured down on the night pavement. He walks with her, protecting her perhaps...or falling into some sort of trap he had no idea would be coming. She seemed safe enough, but then again, he was the type of man that never knew when a dog was about to bite, a storm about to brew, or well...a woman pounce. (e)
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jan 28, 2008 13:24:17 GMT 8
A soft gasp escaped from quivering lips as the warmth of his hand envelops the deathly pale of her digits; the hidden smile continues to bloom upon downcast visage. “I.. I am not quite sure the way home. To tell you honestly, I’m rather lost since this is my first day out on my own.” She turns slightly, pale yet flawless visage peering up at his well sculptured features, as if seeking for reassurance. “I remember looking out into a vast garden or was it a park?” Eyelids drooped in a show of confusion, chin moving slightly left to right and then back again. “I’m such a ninny some times. I shouldn’t have ventured out here all alone. But boredom got the best of me, cooped up in that apartment all by myself while my cousin was out at work.” She continues, eyes finding his yet again; the blue of twin mirrors glimmering. “Perhaps. Perhaps if we could just walk along to the edge of the city we’d find the park?
The breeze picked up its speed as their steps echoed along the concrete walkway. A knowing smile gathered upon painted lips as cold fingers squeezes his, a show of confidence or a promise of chaos to come?
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Post by dustylonestar on Jan 28, 2008 13:39:07 GMT 8
He smirks a little. "A park? There are about 100 of those in the inner city alone. Too bad you didn't walk by some statue or something. Then at least we would have a place to begin." He was curious now, and perhaps if he had one fatal flaw, among his many, his curiosity usually got the best of him.
What was she doing in some apartment, afraid to venture out. His first thought was perhaps she was some sort of mental patient, and in that case, he should probably watch his back. She was definitely different, and that was enough to keep him interested for the evening. He was always a sucker for the mysterious lost types.
"I like your plan. Why don't we make our way toward my house? It is on the east edge of town. If we don't find your park, you can at least use my telephone to try and call your brother." He smiled softly, thinking he could probably have sped up the course if he had gotten to his car, but the air was warm and he could always get it in the morning.
"Are you from out of town or something?" They walked along, and he helped her stay out of the darkness as they walked along the curbs.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jan 30, 2008 9:23:17 GMT 8
The wheels within her wicked mind began to turn, churning malicious thoughts into cruel plans. "Y..yes. You can say that I am from out of town". Came a quiet reply as they turn away from the main road, moving slowly yet surely away from the crowd and into lonely walkways.
Highrises made way for smaller ones, receding soon after into modest buildings that housed the many innocents and the wickeds. Cerulean orbs glide to issue a glance, the glint of malice masked by thick, curly lashes. A shadow of a amile tugged at the corners of painted lips as fingers gripped his warm digits, body moving closer until the was barely space between their shoulders. "I am glad that I bumped into you". She offered softly, hiding the laughter within.
Trees loomed in the distance, a park of sorts becoming apparent to the eyes, the shadows beckoning to her chaotic spirit. Soon they would be alone within the darkness, away from curious stares, away from meddling fools...
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Post by dustylonestar on Jan 30, 2008 11:57:40 GMT 8
Up until this point in his life, things had been fairly simple. He went about his daily routine with nothing on his mind, but how many times he had to pay the tolls on the drive home, or whether or not he would bring a sack lunch or buy from one of the hot dog stands on the street. He was after all a simple man, with a rather standard looking coat and tie, even though on this evening the tie sorta dragged with the strength of a long day beginning to wear on it, and on his cologne.
Needless to say he was not prone to hypnotic walks with young women into the darkness of night, and well, a man's life could end on such a venture, or at the very least take a rather surprising and unwarranted turn. The park was more than a little looming, dark trees giving away to a lack of familiarity that city folk such as him found alarming and unwelcome. He smelled a hint of perfume in the air, and assumed it came from her, though it was also likely that some whore and a client were in nearby bush or behind one of the large stones around. No..this scent was definitely more cool than cheap perfume, and so he assumed it must be her. At least hoping that.
He smirks a little as she comments that she is happy to have bumped into him on this night, assuming that in something that the park offered she recognized her way home, seeing that glimmer of joy in her eye, and not recognizing it as mischief. His smirk turning softly into a smile. "I assume that you have found what you are looking for then?"
He is tall, and looks down softly into her eyes. His confidence is either comforting, annoying, or possibly..tempting.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jan 30, 2008 16:00:43 GMT 8
Her grip on his hand tightens as they entered the darkened walkway, body pressing close against his warmth as she peers up at his tall form. “I.. I am not sure. This looks so very alien to me. I mean.. I mean, I was up in an apartment building looking down.” Big, blue eyes blink, a look of innocence well practiced masking the malice within. “I can’t see a familiar building. Perhaps.. perhaps if we move further in? Perhaps I will see it when we reach the other side?” Her voice was a soft and quivering, a conduit of charm and innocence, mimicking the sound of her many helpless victims.
Their steps continued along the concrete path, soft tap tapping of heels accompanying them further into the darkness. The shadows seem to close in on them, hugging her from behind, tugging at her attire, ripping the very essence of her human make, tearing at the flesh. Suddenly she collapses, body writhing as if in pain, spasming and contorting, suppressed whimpers gurgling within slender throat as flesh fell away to reveal a humanoid in form of a Jesterette. A cackle was then heard, disembodied and cruel.
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Post by dustylonestar on Jan 30, 2008 16:06:15 GMT 8
He backs away, tripping a bit over his black business shoes and watching the spectacle before him. To say the least, he was frightened beyond imagination and everything in him said simply, "run".
However he could not. Perhaps it was the darkness of the night, the wood, or the way the moon hid that held him in his place, staring blankly at the creature before him. How had he gotten himself into this mess, and everything in him thinking this was the night on which he would label his death certificate.
He takes one step forward, listening to the harshness of the cackle, breathing into the cold air a mist of white smoke from his heated lungs. "Dear god...what have I done...what is this?" Fear is an odd emotion, and men do not wear it very well.
Not well at all. He sweats a little and a drop runs down his cheek, along his chin and onto his worn tie.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 2, 2008 11:56:37 GMT 8
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