August 26, 2002
a test [taryn-others]

[north jersey | malcom's former apartment]
asher - taryn - gaby - vos - christian

north jersey.
again.
he wouldn't mind the north and south and north and south and pulling in and out and in and out if there was some pleasure involved (but there might be, temptation's island oasis springs it's liquid heaven but a few blocks away) tank boots hit hard and heavy, slugging against the cement walkway snaking next to asphalt street

tension rides shoulders beneath unbuttoned shirt (tails a snappy tango around his hips with each consuming stride) blood clinging underside the fingernails hidden in baggy jeans pockets

out for a walk
busy work
killing work
to occupy the aching (craving) mind

(v0s)
*He walks to the door and turns the nob. His hand pushig it open as he steps in.
Pausing the the doorway for a momnet ot allow it to frame him he looks between the two.
He nods to each and smiles softly.
Giveing them a wave with his hand. The delishiously normal hand with the platinum PX ring on it.
To each the hand looks different.
To Gaby it seems kind and soft. A yearning for him to touch. To feel. Intimate contact of any sort from that surprisingly normal hand.
For Christian it's different entirly. It's a powerful hand. One that could easily hold the sword that could carve ones heart from your chest. OR hold the dagger slipping between your ribs into the ventricles of your heart.
Vos moves over in that econimic grace of his and takes a seat at the table and leans back*

(taryn)
Shoulders shrugs under the straps of her pack, a hum begun under her breath to the time of tattoobeatfootsteps that slip into an occasional dance step - though eyes lift finally to survey the buildings.. it should be around here... somewhere....

(christian)
*he nods silently, contemplating her words... She's avoiding him, and that's fine, he'll just have to pry harder... Later. For now, he just smirks at the female, arms still folded behind his head*
And then there's the matter of skipping out on me last night...
*he turns to watch the pretty-boy enter... Great, just fucking wonderful... Always, always here, always here, always. If it wasn't for... No, he can't think like that, that'll get him in trouble sooner or later. He doesn't respond physically to the greeting the bane-bitch offers, he just watches him with those violet eyes, watches him very carefully*
Well, what a surprise... Good evening Mr. Pretty, how may we be of service to your dashing self?

(gaby)
She looks over as the door opens
Thats more like it People just walking in..
(its not my place, i shouldnt bitch)
"Exactly why im leaving this place..people just wander in like its the clubhouse"
She chuckles...shaking her head..
Eyes move to Vos and she smiles..
he hadnt been meddling in he head, and she appreciated it..for whatever reason he had left her mind to herself for now
"Hey Vos" she nods and drinks from the bottle...still on the couch... the Keebler box next to her filled with her stuff
She was beginning to dispise this apartment
Eyes moving to Christian..
skipping out on him last night Perfect timing Vos
again...saved by the bell
She doesnt speak though, she just watches the male testosterone in the air...and rolls her eyes..

(v0s)
*He smiles to Gaby and nods*
Hey Missy.
*His eyes seem to flash red, writhed in flames. THe tattoos flaring darkly and rippling across his skin. He looks at the spiral and his deep baratone voice comes out in a tone that would shake the heavens if not for his quiet tone*
For one you flea bitten mongrel bastard you can treat me with a modicrum of respect. I'm about tired of your fucking god damned pointed comments and little petty insults. You don't impress me. You don't impress anyone. Your just a little punk ass whing whore and if you don't shut the fuck up I'm going to mind fuck you so god damned hard your kids will feel it and ever person you've ever toght of fucking will rip out their fucking wombs before letting you touch them again.
Got it?
SO you will Now address me as "Vos" or Mr Sage.
I'm tired of your over inflaited sence of importance and your macho postureing bullshit. Am I clear? I fucking hope so you knuckel dragging troglidite.
You disgust me. WHat the fuck have you done for the wyrm latly Huh? Fuck some little boy in the alley? you need to get off your mangy ass and get into the game you selfish shit. Now get out of my face with that shit before I stick my hand up your ass and work you like a puppet.


(ash)
a dance, a rhythm
it's all a rhythm
bone rhythms
catches his attention, mismatched eyes rising to creep (molest, even if he's already done it) the form walk/dance/skipping on the sidewalk infront of him, and the smile liquifies into a sneer (such a wicked, wicked fantasy)

.......Aaayyyyyydddiiissssss............

the voice (that voice) echoing mysteries of the whisper across her (young. innocent. virgin) mind a blind man's lecherous caress, infection, intriguing (addicting) in the oil that lingers from its touch

.........wheeeerre are you going..... aaayyydisssss............

(christian)
*the smirk never leaves his face, he just shakes his head and watches pretty-boy... Wonderful, that's sooooooo cute... It's not a matter of what he says here, it's a matter of how well he can watch his back in the darkness*
Cute. Mr. Sage. I'll play, don't worry, all you had to do was ask nicely. I thought that was what you did. Besides, who said I was trying to impress anyone?
*he just shoots him a wink and falls silent, settled perfectly comfortable into the couch. It's always nice to piss people off, they remember you that way*

(taryn)
that voice that voice... a ripple of fear (tremors under skin) dances across her spine in pinprick stabs... and she stops.. (swallows hard) and lifts her gaze (fear?) to search for the youth that (molests, rends, slices, bleeds eater of flesh defiler of the innocent) calls.. a brow lifts, slowly, and she simply. waits.

(V0s)
*He smiles sedatly and leans back in his chair. His baritone voice clam*
I'm fine Miss. No need to run out on my part.
* he steepels his hands nad watches the room*

(gaby)
She stands there
blink
Looks to the glass on the floor
to Christian, to Vos
and just stands there...
"Ooops" she smirks and then chuckles..
"i think i may have overreacted a tad"

(v0s)
*He smiles and srugs. His voice going to them both and adding weight to his words*
Ain't no big thing.
*He smiles. So how goes the effort today?

(ash)
tank boots form a(n ugly) rhythm up until those strange, strange eyes smile into hers (a challenge all their own) blond brow lifting

"You didn't answer my question, Taryn."

chuckled softly (teasingly) shifting weight around to stroll on past, silent invitation (demand) to follow, tones cavalier (at best) and tempting (at worst)

"What's got you all the way Northside?"

(gaby)
Her eyes go to Vos for the moment
wrapped up in something
She smiles...briefly before pulling her gaze and moving to the box, lifting it up and putting it by the door...
Grabbing another one, this one says Banannas Also taken from the back of the grocery store
She looks around for more of her stuff, packing it away...tossing it uncaringly (what did it matter, nothing much that could really break) into the box

(taryn)
She meets uneven gaze (but only for a moment) before she follows the invitation (demand) and turns to slide into step with him. Shrugging.
"I didn't feel the need to seem to be speaking to myself."
A pause, a glance at him, a slow smirk.
"Following orders."

(v0s)
*He notes the boxes and his brows raise. The blue eyes flick to Christian and thene to the boxes and back to Gaby.*

(christian)
*he sits there patiently on the couch... He has no business while pretty-boy is around. At least the bitch has spunk, if not a whole lot of brains. Flashing his slightly disturbing smile/smirk to the female, he just kinda shrugs*
You do tend to overreact sometimes, yes? You mistake our game for a disturbance...
*he yawns slightly, doing his best to cover it with a hand, but failing miserably*
So, Vos, what business have you here this evening? Anything important?
*he quirks his platinum-pierced eyebrow in the man's direction, sitting up to see him if need be, his face resting comfortably once more in the impassive smirk he's used to*

((npc: ~Knock, knock, knock.... Pizza's here~ ))

(asher)
"Following orders.... how delightful."

lips bared for teeth to clip the words as white scythes (tension mounting) in midst of (maniacal) smile, a glance requesting (expectation's lithe demand) more

(vos)
Everything I do is important to somone.
* His smile soft and sedate. He gently fingers his ring as he watches the others.*
Just came from the hospital. THere is a paralized little girl there due to a store I opened today. Not a bad yeild if anything else.
Greed, Gluttony, Pride, Lust, envy, sloth, hate....
* he ticks them off on his fingers*
All from the sale of a little plush toy.
* he smiles softly*
Not a bad days work for the wyrm really.

(taryn)
She takes a slight angled step away, though she remains in step with him, hands shoving a little deeper in her pockets, muttering
"Well, it was..."
Before a roll of her shoulders into a shrug (...the voice, the voice, the voice...laughter as pounding thrusting heavy writhing mess that - itwasnt realwasntrealwasntREAL...) as another dance step is taken, unconsciouly....
"Kaj'sha.."
Archangel, alpha savior
"..asked that I find Gaby and see if I could help."

(gaby)
yes she overreacted, but it was better then underreacting
she mutters something under her breath, hating being called out on shit and heads to the door
repeating her earlier line
"Better be double cheese and pepperoni or im gonna kick some serious ass"
flinging the door open she looks around and gives a (maniac) smile at the (poor poor) delivery boy
her mind instantly goes to Bianca...who ate the last delivery boy who came here in attempt to spy and gather info on her..
"Mmmmmm smellls good" she smirks..(maniac smirk) "Looks good nuff to eat she laughs..
(she hasnt even seen the pizza...but toying with the boy was fun)


(asher)
[do I haunt your dreams still, little girl?]

a thousand taunts in that smile

"Since you passed the apartment a block ago..... how do you intend to help?"

information..... or a test?


(christian)
*he rolls his head around to watch the female answer the door. Totally blase he watches them interact, knowing damn well that that boy is going to get himself killed, which, seeing as how he practically lives on Domino's pizza, might not be a good idea*
It's paid for, Gaby... I got it on credit...
*he smirks now, knowing that the poor boy is still probably in trouble, but, at least he tried. Chuckling softly he returns to his resting position. He didn't sleep last night, so for now, this is the next best thing*
Large pizza, extra cheese... peperoni and sausage...
*he echoes the uppity delivery boy*

(taryn)
Do metis bastards fuck anything that moves?
A shrug, and she looks back over her shoulder.
"I don't know where the apartment is. I was told it was somewhere on this street, these couple of blocks... Was going to camp out on a bench until I found her."
Shrugs. Information, or test... (heaven lost for this little girl)
"But since you're here, you can tell me which it is. And I'm simply to talk to her, help if I can, if she needs it."
Another shrug. Kaj'sha trusted her with this (..and the other...) it will be done.

(vos)
*He leans forward*

Is that dominos?
* He chuckels*
We make their cheese. Well not me.. but one of the subsidiarys.
* a nod and chuckel and he leans on the chair and ... squeeks. He blinks rapidly and pulls out a small little monster looking toy and holds it up*
This is what put 4 children into the hospital today and paralized one for life.
* he tosses it hand to hand*
Never would have guessed eh?

(christian)
*he sits up now, resting one arm on the back of the couch, studying Vos and the toy intently... His eyes narrow a little and he raises that pierced brow again, flashing a bit of a smirk*
Doesn't surprise me, since you're carrying it around... What the fuck does it do? Assult the kid in the dark?


(asher)
even what won't hold still long enough

"You do know that it isn't safe for little girls" ........even little girls like you, don't your remember what happened last time you were out alone, Runs-with-Spirits...... "to be out alone at night.... don't you? It's this way"

smiled, pleasently (but how quickly before the faces change) before direction changes to lead the way (which path to the horizon taken) even pausing to hold open the building door for her

(v0s)
It just sits there. Looks cute.
We relice them in limited numbers and at the begining of the Pocket Beast campain we sent out "Shoppers" TO act like fucking fools. Deman like 500% more for certain ones and make asses of themselves when each new shipment came out.
Now they are one of the most sought after collecters items on the market. Just a little plastic, cloth, stuffing.
* he chuckels*
THe people took to them. We've even got spin off card games and a Vedio game with Tellis.
Opening the new store today I arranged for this little guy to be made as a site specific limited item. hince.. the rampage.

(taryn)
She doesn't answer... not right away... a stutterstep (stepballchain) as he holds open the door (such a gentleman is the skin that covers the monster that took over her bed) which brings her right up against him, those (vivid) blue eyes doing a slow crawl up to meet mismatched (mad) gaze...tongue flicking out to taste her lips, voice a slow soft croon..(innocence lost)
"It's not safe for me anywhere anymore, is it?"
Nails (talons) drag across denim over his thigh, and she turns - quickly enough to send hair flipping into his face before she heads into the building, and though she leads - she follows his direction to proper floor, and door.
"This one?"

(christian)
*he nods a bit, finding that a little odd, but at least it works... With a soft chuckle he stands and stretches, almost catlike, his back and neck popping at least 10 times before he shakes it off and paces over to inspect the toy again*
I suppose that you'll have foil cards, like that other game? And a collector's numbered gold edition of the video game? I always new that shit was bad for your health... Have fun, Candyman. I'm out, tell Gaby I had to run, when she gets done with the pizza guy over there. She has my number, it's on the caller id of Malc's phone.
*with that, he eyeballs the toy again and shakes his head, pacing off into the bedroom where he can have a little privacy to cross the web that seperates the worlds... Traffic is so much thinner on the other side*

(v0s)
*he tosses the man the toy* Keep it. It's worth about $750 on ebay.

(asher)
there is a pause, just outside a (the) door, the Galliard silent in contemplation (watching, memorizing, scenting) the female before him

hands reach
her body spun
wrists trapped in strong (merciless) grip
SLAMMED back against the door

"Yes."

[we've been like this before, haven't we.....]
a myriad of questions answered in the one affirmation (are they the answers you want, or what you've been fearing....) growled but a breath from her lips (laced with bloodscent and lust) dried crimson flaking off his knuckles as they flex (though last time, I recall it being your blood on my hands)


((taryn)
A startled cry (..though she expected it..) as she's spun cut off with resultant slam against the door, trembling slightly in his grasp -the same but so much different, as this time her gaze meets his such (vivid) blue against (sunandmoon) madness...
"Why didn't you fuck me then, Asher... you could have had me - the perfect captive.. instead you lied and fucked with my head. Sickboy isn't equipped. Maybe you aren't either. Is that it? scared to be the first between a virgins thighs? Only your fingers to taste of the blood drawn with that first thrust? or just poorly equipped..."
A slow smirk (though deep within she knows she courts death)... Something Gaby said bringing a strength to her voice (though inside she quivers with fear)

(vos)
* They stumbel and fall into the room as the door wasnt' left latched when Gaby left. Vos looks over and arks a brow* Well hello Asher.
And whos' your friend?


(asher)
as the door opens
he. lets. go.
(he expected it)
allowing her to fall (again) and sprawl across the floor, before closing the door (tight) behind him

"You know.... Taryn."

before she can stand he's crouched above her chest, clutch tight around her throat (python constricting, driven by craving Rage) a certain gleam to his smile (play with the madman, play the madman's games) tongue rolling a tsk against the roof of his mouth

"I think you have forgotten one of Kaj'sha's rules."

fingers (talons) pry into her mouth
hooking into her tongue
and pulling. it. right. out.

"Vos.... this is Taryn." mismatched gaze lifts "Are you hungry?"

(vos)
I don't "do" tongue.
*He frowns*
THat was rather unsociable Asher. I thought better of you.

(taryn)
She falls, flaunders - then is pinned - Vivid gaze snapping as chin lifts - baring her throat to tight clutch around her neck, a hand lifting to wrap around (steel) wrist, the other on his thigh...
a swallow under his hand.... hard thick before her SCREAM rings free (...we have been here before..) as toungue is pried from her lips and pulled out, eyes glazing in the intensity of the pain that screams through her, hand on his thigh jutting forward to slam into his groin (pushhimawaypushhimAWAY) As she choke/swallows on her own blood...


(v0s)
*He shakes his head* That's gotta hurt.

(asher)

there's a (malicious) chuckle

"She will heal. She has to learn our ways if she expects to survive, y..."

the word cut off by her fist, gaze closing a moment's (painfilled) pause
(resist.... pain)
and the (homicidal) grin only spreads, grip tightening (it takes but a few pounds of pressure to rip out someone's throat, what chance do you think you have, hm?) as the growl roils (excited) from his chest (I've tortured you before, just because you've crossed over do you think it means I don't still have free reign?)

"Yes?"

so much can be contained in that word
such promises, such threats
his grip forces her head to tilt, talon drawing a smooth arc across her cheek (sign of the rat) to end at her (soft, sweet) lips

"Remember what it is that keeps you alive, Ayydis, and how fine a thread that is."

bloody hand pats Taryn's cheek, moving to the kitchen to place the muscle in a ziplock baggie and slide it into his pocket (a gift for Sian or SickBoy, he knows they will appreciate it)

(vos)
*He shakes his hand and stands. Walking over he offers Taryn a hand*
I'm Vos, Vos Sage. The pleasure is mine.

(taryn)
her moans (whimpers) crushed to silence under further press, teeth grinding as talon draws along flesh... as she is releaced, she rolls away to the side, wincing as she pushes to a crouch to lean back against the wall, gaze narrowed as she looks up at Vos, and spits bloody wad of plegm at his feet. though something flickers in her gaze (recognition, understanding) as she looks at him. She doesn't shake (lets not relinquish a limb to join muscle, hm?) but instead writes in the mess on the floor
~Where's Gaby?~
and taps it pointedly.
Asher - Carefully. Ignored.

(v0s)
*He looks at the blood spit and makes sure none got on his shoes and looks at her.
Watching her actions he arks a brow and steps back. If she won't accept his hand that's her thing*
She went for a walk. May or may not be back later.
*He offers her his hankie*

(asher)
uneven (unnatural) gaze watches from the kitchen
silent
deadly
....... craving

a vision thing mesmerizing the shadows (how he'd like to gut her) dancing it's seduction before his eyes (indulge the urge to spill blood on these floors once again) as he returns from the kitchen, hands washed (cleansed of the two other murders tonight)

tension coiling through his shoulders (how tight will the spring wind before it snaps) rolling shrug failed attempt to loosen

................you don't want to know what happens on repeat offenses......

whispered (thrilled) through her mind (if bloodstains here could only tell tales)

"Goodnight Vos.... Taryn."

with the door shut (tight) behind him

(v0s)
*he waves to Asher and again offers the woman a hand up*

(taryn)
She nods, and takes the hanky, carefully cleaning her hands and dabbing at her cheek before she watches Asher, and just... smiles... gaze (twisting with some unnamed emotion) meeting his evenly... and just before the door closes - she blows him a facetious kiss, before sliding her hand into Vos's, and pulls herself up to stand. A nod of thanks... for more then Asher would know of.


[con't but asher left]

Posted by asher at August 26, 2002 12:00 AM
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