July 11, 2002on the boardwalk [kaj'sha-sian-malcom]blue eyes - one dark, one light, cast themselves to the sea once more, studying the rhythm and dance of reflections from the flashing (gnashing) lights behind him, the casino's raising the hairs near invisably gracing his nape, elbows once more waging war against the tiny splinters of the railing which leverages his weight....
the images he swirls in those waters, the imagination, something that peels the scabs off his darkest, most unspeakable dreams
**malcom wanders up onto the boardwalk, swinging the long strap from a woman's purse at his side singing "The Long Black Veil" quietly
Next to the oddeyed Asher stands a slim youth. Blonde curls and engagingly dark (...pitchblack...) eyes give him the aspect of a cherub all grown up - albeit slightly fallen. He's smoking because lung cancer is just the thing these days, didn't you know? - and every time those slim fingers bring the cancerstick to his lips, it somehow feels like some sort of immortal sin. Corrupting the young, tainting the pure.
(...you have no idea.)
He doesn't lean on the railing. Facing the sea in a sleekly tailored suit, his posture and bearing speaks of impeccably high breeding...the blood of kings and princes, wasted and lost. He doesn't say much either, enjoying the damp feel of the sea wind on his cheeks, watching the vague shift of water, the shape of the hulking dark rocks beneath the surface. Far, far beneath the surface.Her lips barely twitch as slanting eyes flicker of the assembled and out along the board walk. She stood tall and lean, slouched form balenced against the metal base of a streetlamp [..do you expect it to shiver as you do.] Asiatic features accentuated by slice own downward illumination. There is a soundless yawn before the heavy clunk of steel toed boots pulls her in between the pair..
No words.
(..what did you expect)
The lazy tug of arm against the rail hauling her form up [Veil shudders tugged agianst the weight of her] and into it. CLANG! her heels slam aginst the supports and soon the muscled creatures is slouched forward once more...
--for now."But I spoke not a word, though it ment my life, I'd been in the arms of my best friends wife. She walks these hills in a long black veil, she visits my grave when the night wind wails, nobody knows lord, and nobody cares, nobody knows but me." he continues walking forwards quietly, he spots the three but pretends not to, walking on the otherside of the street
Turn of the head, a casual, indifferent glance at the singer. The night is dark, but warm; the streetlights are far away. Even so, Kaj'sha sees...not flesh and skin but bones, cavity fillings, nails - hard matter, impenetrable to radiation, surrounded by the haziest suggestion, the barest grey-black outline, hinting at an outline.
He turns the other way then as the woman makes her entrance. He recognizes her by the bones in her face; no one had that peculiar little jag in her left cheekbone where an old wound had healed badly, invisible at the skin's surface. He rather liked it; he thought it gave her character.
"Evening, Sian." An aristocrat's tones to go with the aristocrat's face. The youth lifts his cigarette again, and his dark dark eyes have gone back to following the singing man. The edges of his generous mouth smile: he says of the song and the story, "A tragedy, surely.""Well the scaffold's high, and eternity nears. And she stands in the crowd and sheds not a tear. But sometimes at night when the cold when moans, in a long black veil she cries all over my bones." he finishes the last in an exuberent voice
the slim blond, the woman, the missaligned youth..... only the racous clang breaks the reverie, something in his throat moves, vibrating low, nearly unheard as a body twists (mangles and reforma) to lean his head against strong (so much stronger than it would ever seem) shoulder
ears twitch (long, unseen) at the voice riding the wind - not the Queen of Hearts but maybe something just as frightening, letting Kaj'sha do the talking, attention raked back to the exchange with Sian
**he snaps the purse strap like a whip, leaving a splattered trail of blood up to the three on the other side of the street....his gloved hand casually tosses the blood stained strap into and alley**
Her fingers play against the wooden railing she crouches apon. Digits digging against the wood apparently [painful] filling nails beds with slivers of [entropy..let it all burn down] her presence. Her lips twitch faintly as Asher rests a head on her shoulder--
[Missed me?]
--her hair lashing against the pair, as it catched in the wind like a whip [not nearly -SO- pleasant] held in a liontamer's hand. Hand. Her hand, raises to ashers cheek gently rubbing against flesh, a suggestion of.. [Oh it'll hurt so much more if I--] whayt she DOES NOT do.
She nods To Kaj'sha black eyes, [ What is the color of void?] flickering to him in acceptance of words.
[ Same to you.]
Lips never part, sound never stirs forth.Blood splatters at his feet. Kaj'sha takes a half-step backwards, slowly, not hurriedly. A disdainful look down: the dim hazy barely-seen blotches on solid concrete; the thick coppery scent wafting to his nostrils. Unclean.
The youth takes a last drag off his cigarette (French, as slim and elegant as he is) and flicks it into the sea. He removes a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes his fingers clean of imaginary grime.
"That was rather impolite," he remarks, politely enough, a thread of laughter at the edges.**idly licks the fingers of his gloves as he walks towards the trio, casually, confidently...his nose wrinkles in irritation at the scent of the harsh smelling french cigerette**
his throat moves again, in near silent reply (always) in slow smear and mix of scent against her arm, the blood splatters, the rhythm of approaching rains, approaching banes, the crackle of a splatter disgracing the footfalls of those that tread, useeing, across the tiny, darkened pools.... the pink peek of a tongue sliding the slow curve of smiling lips
"Is that an invitation.... or a posey of a ring?"
smooth, silken, though the backstep of Kaj'sha away from the filth, an invisable rattle slides up his spineMasks, facades, the games we all play: a man flicks blood at three, and they do not scream. They perch and they preen, stare and watch, cats behind a fence staring at a bird. A hawk. Take your pick. One smirks, two are now silent; one unreadable, the other friendly.
Smoothly, the youth's elbows rise to rest against the railing beside Sian. Of the trio, his face is perhaps the most open, the most guileless; certainly, the most beautiful. Quiet now, perhaps a little inquisitive, the youth waits to see what the man wants."Niether." a soft chuckle again. "And how are you tonight Dancer."
Mouth [Unused to words I fear.] opens to allow the slide of perfectly paired HUMAN teeth against the flesh of his brow. And tights [his blood.] as something is splattered across her form--attention diverted.
She says nothing.
And yet that slouch form seems impossibly more motionless than before, the faint noise of teeth grinding as she [...BOOM!..] feet thud to the ground, a creature of motion.**he doesnt care about the appearence of things and that what everything and everyone is to him..he idly looks at each of them in turn**
aware, constantly aware, senses direction towards the actions of one, the affections of the other, and the voice of yet the third, the ripple of pleasure finding and trapping him beneath the scrutiny of her teeth, a movement liquid to make space between them to face the newest attraction on the 'walk
"Twisting, turning, bleeding and burning..... or so those that sing will say."
coy as the smoke of Kaj'sha's cigarette spiraling into the air
"And what of you...... twisting the truth or has something else struck your fancy?""I'm always twisting, but never without reason." Another chuckle.
Those voidblack eyes narrow, not in suspicion but in concentration. His chin angles up slightly; nostrils flare, or perhaps it's just a trick of the light, the shifting shadows of his abstractly, unambiguously beautiful features. A marble statue, an angel: beauty unbounded by gender.
And release. A breath out, smiling now. "Careful now; start Asher on his riddles, and he'll never stop.
"And a good evening to you as well, Dancer.""Hello, Sian. How have you been?" his voice is quiet and even pleasent as always
Her lips part as if she were about to speak-- Only air. Only blood. And her head twists to Kaj' [ I -KNOW- him.] and back to Malcolm her moment of full recognition seeming..
Hello, Sian. How have you been?
--a stirring of winds as arms reach toward him tugging him [China dolls tend to shatter under her caress..] forward as hands clamp on his upper arm--jostling him. No smiles, they could only drip in blood.he however smiles at her..untimidated by her strength, he knows to expect it..
mismatched eyes slide towards Kaj', an errant chuckle (hyena), a wyvern's smile, the slyest of pouts..... caught breifly on studying the perfect features (oh.... the expression he would kill to see.... create.... on such a face)..... lips twitching to speak, though it is far, far less, a rotation of the radar as Sian shakes Malcom, expecting (waiting) to hear teeth rattle
his mind reaches to Kaj'sha: -Boss, Thief, Chicago, Percival, Malcom, Stewart. Twister of Truth.-
the whispers echo, laughingly, rattled off in strange cadence, almost at once never there, a breeze discenting the gathered smoke
And she lets go of him, her lips twitching up in the ghost of a smile [...joy is fallen virtue.] beore it is slipped under milky shadow as she moves toward her pack once more [Wolves. Packs. Hunt.]The screech of metal against cement permeating the air as she moves between the pair.
Actions mean so much more THAN words."And how are all of you this fine evening?" another slightl smile, in the street light pant legs glisten wetly
Reassured (for only fools fear nothing) by his gift, his packmates, the smile slips from his mouth now. No need to play the crocodile to the fish today. The question rolls off of him; no need to smalltalk either.
"You've been busy," he observes, a nod to the sodden pants. "The hunt was good?""The game was good.. No hunting was needed it walked up to me and asked for it." he chuckles again "The little bitch was foolish."
Pr-rr-rrt.
Pr-rrr-rrt.
Pr-rrrrr-rrt.
Nails scraping against wood, as the polished roundness of the shape accepts [--take it, bitch.] its reforming, the groved her consistant pressure continues, deepening and soon the edges of her shaviing filled, nails begins to drip crimson.
They talk.And where is the body?" - immediate reply ((even if player is slow, heh)). Kaj'sha hates loose ends.
**walks up to Sian, facing her looking up at her on her perch**
doesnt look at Kaj'sha he' looking with interest at Sian's eyes. "The remains are few and in my hideaway."(asked for it) the words playing, thrilling in the scent fueled imagination, washing the scenes with the blood that shines on Malcom's pants, throat slightly vibrating as Sian returns to them (him), filling his ears with the sounds of sculpture (scents, further scents, the sculptress becoming one with her clay), glib tongue stilling as Kaj's questions rattle, and though his mind plays, the awareness remains rigid (keen, but not yet defensive) as the brother outsider nears his pack (family) and crowds Sian
"Her marrow was excellent. I have saved some for later." he grins again, looking closely at Sian.*
"Good." Pause. "Hm. Kindly step away from her."
He isn't worried that he might hurt Sian. No one hurt Sian without her permission. He's worried she might rip his arm off and beat him with it. She was known to do that.A full moon draws tides bodes seeking milky black ocean waters, inviting depthless water...[ I unhale your breathe.] Water. Liquid eyes they lift straight ahead as she feels the presence at her back.
I ache--
[How many bodies still float, smooth as fish scales, elegant as a dancer, floating beneath the surface.]
--to hurt you.
All of you."I know Sian. Quite well actually. And I'll stand where ever I choose." he says again looking at her still
Not a muscles twitches.
Not a breath moves.
She simply listens to Kaj'sha's reply.mismatched eyes watch, carefully, loyalty waiting, steadily
"You'll stand where's best for you," replies the youth, evenly, "and believe me, I know what's best for you."
he still doesnt look. "I dont recall your name." his voice has become quiet..he's looking at Sian but obviously speaking to Kaj'sha. "And I dont recall ever agreeing to serve you."
(dahlila ruiz)**They cruise the boardwalk, four of them piled in the re-finished Chevelle. She keeps a keen eye out. Last time they were around here there was almost a gang war breaking out unto the streets.**
The golden-haired youth gives a little shrug. A bare flicker of a glance at Sian, as he takes a measured step away.**tenses expecting something to happen**
...ocean sweeps.
She leans back aginst his form for a brief moment exhaling against him, perhaps they had been, lovers [still?] her eyes drip closed in delicious content. Its is perhaps her moment, of calmed satisfaction [..I scratch where it itches.] as her left hand slides up to caress his feates gently, massaging [..there must be kindness..] rubbing slowly, tugging, GRABBING..Squeezing as he is dragged face firt toward the rail, her form shifting so that she is just behind HIM now.
--who KNOWS what lies beneath.a mirror, a match, (a sadistic waltz), smooth as silk the lean backwards to follow with step, always ready, but knowing how she enjoys her games, a light sparking in uneven eyes to watch
(dahlila)**They drive on, and between the noises in her head and Omar's incessant jabbering, she can actually manage to focus enough to make out Malcom in a crowd.**
"Jose, stop the car. Park here, I see somebody."
**They park far enough to not be noticed as the girl watches on with those startling brown eyes, surveying the scene.**
**The others in the car look from one to the other, usure of whether or not they just saw a guy actually get bigger.
Dalila on the other hand, watches with steady eyes, trying to get in as much as she could about them.**Loose ends abounding. Woman in a full car, watching them. Kaj'sha thinks a moment, eyes thoughtful on the car. Then? He simply turns and walks away.
She is smaller. She is solid, she is gravity pulling all things [...crave thier endings]towards her. His lips brush hers and she leans toward him now hands lifting inside the embrace as she leans forward--pushing him down. Down Down... [Can you hear the water below?] Her mouth blossoming to his as teeth rip into the flesh of his affection.
Would you die, for a kiss?
gaze narrows, (spiteful, how dare you, Twister), looking up as Kaj walks away, skin rippling beneath his shirt...... but nothing more yet
**a glint of metal and a loops of wire folds around her neck in a fluid motion, pulling back against her throat, the wire biting into her neck **
(dahlila)**She moves her gaze away for just a second, looking around for something, anything. A quick motion as she gets out, quietly pushing the door closed gently.**
"Get outta here. I'll call you guys later."
**She makes her across the street as the car moves up the street pass them. she slips into an alley, using the shadows cast by the walls to allow her to slip in and mingle with the rest of the unseen.**
(Obfuscate 1)the move is quick, fast, sidling to the lovers as if cashing in on his share of the bloodshed affection, something sharp finding its way to the back of Malcom's neck, weedling between vertebrae to aim at precious cord........ a severance this high..... would it even heal properly, leaning in to croon
"Do you truly wish to start a war here...... now..... brother? Or shall this wait until a more..... festive.... arena where we can properly play?"he pulls back his bloodly lips from the kiss, smiling. "We're old friends, just renewing our aquantince." blood oozes down his chin
(dahlilal)**She only wishes she could hear what they were talking about, but seeing was almost enough. Maybe she was a bit over her head in this.**
Beneath her eyes madness whorls--that was Not the right move and he can feel the muscles [...rippling..] tense along her entire frame as she struggled to retain hold.
**lets the wire losen, and turns his smile back to her...** "Arent we Scream?"
there's a chuckle, soft, rolling
"I know she doesn't play that way."
(but he knows how she plays, oh yes)the tip of the blade reaches in, further, it would only take a thrust through an inch for total paralysis, and he wouldn't even stop her frenzy that he knows thunders to the surface
"Perhaps another time, yes?""Dancer, why dont you put that knife away. We'll all back off and play nice again." his voice is calm again...though he's still panting slightly
The pecular noise of teeth grinding, her eyes with deadly focus on Malcolm. [..this went beyond love-play.] and a hoarse breathy whisper is allowed.
A gesture of affection really.
".....run."
the knife slips away, nodding to Sian to move, with him, from the stranger brother, slash of lips twisting in cavalier smile
"You heard what the lady said.""No. I'm afraid I wot tempt you to chase me down. No hard feelings I'm sure. Dancer if you would be so kind as to show her the place we met. I'm sure we can all meet again. I'll show you some hospitality " he smiles again and rolls backwards over the railing into the water, hardly making a splash.
(dahlila>**Wierd Much? She keeps an eye on the remaining two, watching to see what they would do next.**
[..Drown.]
YoOu swear yuo can hear her mouth the word as she grips the rail, her arms tensing as she shakes at it. Finally calm enough to think, those depthless eyes flicker to Asher...
--and nods.**he can easily be seen swiming in the water down the shoreline**
he wonders, vaguely, what creatures roam in these waters that would attack even the nightmare swimming down the shore, mismatched eyes watching, giving Sian her time, though his attention swoops to focus on her at that nod, reaching, silently, to let fingers dance over a lock of hair stray in the winds..... a glance to her throat, the slight marks of the wire, a strange affection, but his lungs fill with the scents of Malcom's blood on her lips, and it is that which brings the slight smile to tickle at his lips once more
(dahlila>**She remains still, silent, not even breathing as she continues to watch the strangers. Though her strongest instincts are telling her she needs to get out of there, and quick.**
**Should she go talk to them, should she take a couple of shots at them and high tail it? Both stupid ideas. She descends deeper into the alleyway, staying out of sight of the rest of the people about tonight.**Her back is to the street and her eyes meet Asher's briefly before lascivious tongue flicks down to absorb red viate and she turns wiping the excess on her sleeve in ...silent.. motion.
he watches that tongue, it's course, it's discourse across crimson skin, pouting that it wasn't shared, mismatched eyes snapping up to look across Sian's shoulders as a shadow moves..... deeper..... further away..... he knows they were watched, he knows there was a car, murmuring softly
"There's a loose end."
knowing how Kaj hates them, caught between the decision to follow the steps away lain by their Alpha, or to try and track this new toy into the alleyway maze[cont'd in alien symphony]
Posted by asher at July 11, 2002 12:00 AM
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