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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 6:38 pm
halfway down the building, DJ engaged his 1st light layer and allowed himself to fall face down, but angled his body so his feet touched the vertical surface, sliding effortlessly. at about the 4th floor, the boy engaged inumberable layers of light at detailed intervals allowing him to create a curve of light between him and the 90 degree angle that was the ground. it was only for an instant, but the flash originating from this maneuver illuminated the most grim smile on Dolen's face. he took a deep sigh after all his vertical speed was perfectly converted to horizontal speed. there was nothing more he enjoyed than the combination of using his gift and getting a thrill.
staying in the back alleys and streets, dolen continued to glide toward his destination, switching his light layers from foot to foot in order to push off with the bare one to increase speed. It was a difficult task, but after 14 years of perfecting it, it was now like walking to DJ.
an annoying vibration came from the inside of his cloak, signifying that his father was calling... "yes?" dolen answered as he kicked off the ground to glide in a curve up the side of a wall over a dumpster. "yeah, i just took him out. what do you think? that i wouldn't make sure the bloke was done kicking? of course hes dead." his irritation was obvious in his tone and his gliding, and began to push faster, narrowly missing a befuddled cat. "yes, yes. i understand the importance...atheistic democrat who wants to start an anti G Dawn organization... i've heard it all before. well, you can stop worrying, hes dead." with that, Dolen hung up the phone and jumped over a railing in order to spiral down an open hole leading into the subway. "******** ay..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 12:08 am
The angry and cool colours of the police car lights flashed around the area, at least three park around the scene as an ambulance reversed closer to the corpse. It was not a pretty sight. A bullet straight through the man's heart; a nice, but odd touch. Usually assassin’s liked to aim for the head around these parts, just to get their message across and add another job for the clean up crew. But this was a clean shot and the bullet had embedded itself with the back of the fallen man's heart. Painful. Seren had arrived at the scene early enough to see an old woman across the street faint at the scene, a man on the opposite side lie motionless on the floor and something small move from the rooftop. It was always best to see to the two at ground level first. Dragging her cellphone from her jeans pocket and dialing the usual emergency number, Seren gave the information quickly before tending to the rooftop.
The street was deserted, save for the dead body and the unconscious woman, so she had no worries of anyone seeing her. Moving to one of the closest drainpipes, the redhead quickly rubbed her hands together before placing her palm flat against the highest metal bolts she could reach. There was a little tug as her hands magnetically stuck to the bolts, giving her the stepping stones she needed to reach the top. Stairs would have been way too easy. On the rooftop in a matter of seconds, the police woman glanced around the area, quickly noting the scuffed tiles and absorbent mats, signaling that someone had actually been here and pelted off in that direction. It did not take a genius to figure that out. Now a little free running was in order. Smiling at that fact, the woman was soon jumping from rooftop to rooftop, stopping every so often as she accidentally moved a roof tile from its place. Pursuits were always fun, but whether or not she was going the right way, was beginning to worry her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:05 pm
(what is it with you people and your powers involving pain? >.> the lack of it, the healing of it, the recovery from it.)
the instant between hanging up the phone and diving down the manhole, DJ caught a glimpse of a shadowing moving faster than it should... and over the rooftops at that. he quickly removed all layers and skidded to a stop. ********. stupid phone call... i should have noticed that. Dolen decided it was better to make sure she didn't see anything by making sure she was dead... plus, he was building up some frustration.
but the subway was not a very good place for him to be... no strong light sources meant fuzzy visibility. and he only had 3 shots in his flare gun, so after thinking quickly, he prepared for her arrival...he would have to do this the old fashioned way.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:33 pm
.[I wish I could cook]. --------------------- Jasper grinned for a moment before composing his face into it's usual emotionless mask. "Hey Jay," he said, giving the smaller man a wave. Everyone else was probably already down at the trainyard, and Jasper was glad that Jay was still at headquarters. After all, he was a darn good cook.
Jasper rummaged through the old refrigerator, making faces at some of the food, if it could still be called that. He had to work quickly, since the odour coming from the rotten ingredients was repulsive. Mental note: Get one of those baking soda things. A few containers flew in the general direction of the garbage, most of them hitting their target. An old cucumber rolled across the linolium, and Jasper stopped it with his booted foot before picking it up hesitantly and dropping it into the plastic bag. Was he the only one who cared about edible sustinance around here?
Jasper sighed and looked back in Jay's direction. "Are you hungry?" the blonde asked, trying to keep his voice nonchalant. Hopefully he would be, and cook enough for the both of them. Secretly, Jasper was a fan of Jay's cooking, not that he'd ever tell him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 9:37 am
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It had been almost a day since E.R has not had any calls or walk-in's to take care of some situations from his home. On other days, the phone would ring as if it was under a hot surface,such as lava,or for laughs, hot chili. Whether there were witnesses or not didnt really matter to E.R for his wherabouts was pretty much unknown to average joes. The only people who could actually know where he lived was a few memebers from the opaque ghosts, the boneheads called the police, and the most important..delivery people. His last assignment(which was last night) was a unique, but expected one. E.R was to take care of a priest who seemed to be using pills that would give the user an inhuman boost for a short duration to convert people to the opaque dawn. In most cases, control over fire, or water, perhaps wind. Most of the priests chose fire pills for obvious reasons of course.
It was around the time when sunrise would leave and night would follow shortly. Weather was moderate which was the type of feeling that E.R liked. E.R had layed face up on the roof of the church where the windows were next to him.The preist and his followers were in church where it looked like the preist stopped talking for a minute and took a drink of water after putting a pill in. However it seemed that either the pill didnt work or the priest wasnt using it shortly after.
Minutes later, E.R took another peak in the window and the priest was doing hand motions,leaving small trails of fire running back towards his hands, as if they didnt like the open. Commotion, and praising was heard shortly after the priest's demonstration. E.R had to time this it seemed."Alright, the next time it looks he's going to take a drink, that's when i'll strike"he thought to himself.
Minutes soon lead to almost an hour as E.R got done off his cell phone, trying to ignore the oooh's and ahhh's from the priest's fake demo. He pressed the off button and put it in his back pocket. He had what others would consider a ""Brick""phone. But with phones nowadays, they all do the same stuff. E.R rolled towards the window to see the priest talk from the bible before reaching for his glass of water."Now" he thought to himself as he decided to make this as somewhat clean and stylish.
He busted the first window on the right by bashing it with his wrist protectors, and then the left a couple of seconds after. E.R figured that while they look at the damage done to the second window, he could make his strike,but he had to be fast. The last thing he wanted was to fight somebody with fire. Fortunately E.R's hypothesis was correct as he then got up,jumped down from the first window entrance and slit the priest's throat diagonally only after landing in a position with one knee on the ground. If only he had just took that drink, would the outcome be different??
The glass fell on the floor, making one of those shatters that make's one think that somebody is in trouble ..or worse. His followers had did the first thing anybody would have done, which was to stay. "Your sacrifice will bring me one step closer" E.R said as he cocked back his sword.
"I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE,SCREW THE RELIGON, IM OUTTA HERE!!" said one of the females as she made a quick dash towards the entrance. However E.R made short notice of her by launching his blade towards the people in a circle fashion as the blade was spinning at a high speed, aiming for their necks. One by one the people were dropping to the floor like flies as it reached for the female. However she was spared for she was already out of the door,and only got a mere cut on her hand from simply closing the door. The rest were unlucky as Eclipse came back to E.R's hand after holding it up high. He sheathed his sword, and walked towards the priest, who was dead by now."I'll hold on to these" E.R said as he grabbed the bag of pills and placed them in his side pocket. After that was done, E.R then ran though the wall and was heading towards his house. It seemed that he had vibrated through the wall and once he passed through it, it was smooth sailing from there.
Minutes later at his house, E.R stood by his door, his katana inside of his house as he was looking at his cell phone to see the time. "He should be here by now" he said. He looked back up and saw a figure walk towards him with a cap that was on that said. O.D
"That'll be 17.50 sir" said the man as both of them made a quick exchange. E.R gave the man the money, and the delivery boy gave him the two boxes of pepperoni pizza."Thanks for purchasing at oleg's delivery" said the man before going back to his car and driving off. E.R then took the warm pizzas inside of his house and placed them on his small table which was by his couch. He then took out the drugs and placed them on the ground near the table as he opened the box and took a slice of the warm, delicious pizza."Should've landed more better"he said after rubbing his knee lightly, while taking a bite from his pizza, catching a couple of pepperoni's in the process. We couldnt all be perfect in killing could we?
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 2:29 pm
Milissa walked down the narrow hallway, careful to keep her hands in her pockets. The hallway was crammed with students making out. If she touched one of them, she'd see if they got deeper into their romance, broke up, or cheated on one another. And that wasn't worth the headache. She'd already suffered one from looking at her teacher's future, which was giving her her first B on an assignment. That, too, was not worth the headache that came with the vision. She went into her room, and sighed with relief as her roommate wasn't there. She grabbed her gun, stuck it into her pants and crawled out the window. She made her way to the meeting place, being careful not to touch anyone on the bus, or on the sidewalks. She pulled out a key similar to Jasper's and let herself in. "I'm back," she cried. "And I've got news."
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.Vindicated.Of.Sanity. Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 9:37 pm
[Golden Dawn in Midnight's D a r k n e s s_ _ _ Julian sighed lightly, the breath becoming a curling wisp of smoke that vanished into the boundless eternity above him, a black silky banner of stars. But this he paid little mind, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his off-white trench coat, shoulders slouched just a bit, stark light gold hair plastered to his forehead by the pouring rain. It ran in rivers down his face, dripping into his eyes, splashing up onto his boots from the ground, soaking the bottoms of his jeans, instantly saturating the hand he raised to his forehead to brush back soggy locks. He immensely enjoyed rain, its cool caress, the feel of each icy drop as though a frozen pinprick into his flesh. Its own torrent of noise drained out everything else, only the slosh of car tires speeding through the flooded streets pervading the hiss.
Cars. Julian prefered to walk. He had a perfectly good car- a great car, actually- back at the manor, but it seemed rather artificial. What good would such a thing do? Protect you from a little rain? Oh, boo hoo, so you get wet. Not a big deal. As far as he was concerned, the rain was almost therapeutic. And were he in a real rush, it's much quicker to just manipulate the gravity fields acting on his person and rise smoothly and easily through the air.
Which was another one of those things that distinguished Julian. Not everyone in the city could do that. Nay, very very few people could. A couple percent, at most. For Julian was blessed, a handpicked chosen one of the Gods who had been granted unimaginable powers which were still quite beyond his complete understanding. But the gravity thing, the flying thing, yeah, he got that. And the spirits, yeah, they did what he wanted. But if he could fly, defying all physics, and manipulate things that weren't even proven to exist, what else could this stuff do?
But Julian didn't think of any of this. His thought train derailed somewhere around 'gravity fields', for he already knew what they did. And tonight he didn't feel like dwelling on all the possibilities and spend another sleepless night trying to decode his gift. Besides, his attention was elsewhere, a knife of chaos had severed it clean in two. He saw the flashing lights. He heard the sirens. He felt the agitation in the air. Hell, he could practically taste it. Something big was going on. He quickened his pace, turning the brick-walled corner to take a peek at the scene.
'I swear to the Gods, if I have to take out one more of those Opaque Ghost menaces, this will not be pretty.' He bit his lip, frowning slightly in concentration. His jade eyes flickered back and forth, taking stock of what he could see through the crowd, getting a good sense of the collective emotions. Shock... panic. If only he could read minds...! There were so many variables. He could just see the top of the ambulance as it pulled away... sirens not going, lights not flashing. Ah, a murder. A shiver rolled down his spine, his blood boiling. Anger and hatred overtook him for an instant, trembling slightly as he clenched his teeth. He skirted around the crowd, which he could now see was held back by the police and their yellow tape. The mouth of an alley loomed ahead of him, and he dashed through it.
'If only I knew...' Julian thought, faced with three possible directions as he exited the alleyway, gazing sharply down each path, '...Which way that b*****d went.' Of course, he knew nothing of the assassin's alliance, nor the victim, nor that even such a mission had been issued- being an average middle-rank had its downsides. He let it drop. 'May as well go home.' He adjusted his course, slowing his pace so he was headed indirectly for the Golden Dawn headquarters. The streets became increasingly more familiar with each step; there, the hospital, a behemoth structure perched atop a slight hill a few streets down, where the ambulance that had transported the victim was probably parked right now, neglected until the chaos of the new arrival died down.
He didn't leave the downtown sector, hesitating by a streetlamp before turning off his course, to the right. It seemed too soon to head in now- one murder already, it could probably be a busy night. Far more interesting than the alternative- sitting in the manor, doing nothing. Praying, probably. It seemed almost useless now to pray, he thought, feeling the weight of his gun at his hip, his fingers almost seeming to touch the cold gunmetal and feel the familiar shape of it, so accurate was his senses' recollection to the weapon, though he left it where it was, concealed. He could pretty much hear the deafening bang as it fired, feel the force of the kickback, smell the gunshot residue. 'Forgive me, for I have sinned.' He turned another corner, skirting the edge of the city now. 'And I plan to do so again.' _ _ _Merely W a n d e r i n g]
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 1:42 am
That night...
It was late at night where E.R was doing his usual thing,which was pigging out on pizza and diddling with any new items he comes across whenever he does a job. In this situation however, it was the element pills.
"And in tonight's story there seemed to be a massive murder at the church here on the corner of-"Massive Murder, there was only what? five maybe"E.R said as he was laying down horizontally watching tv. The drugs near his small table was unopened as the pizzas were almost gone. It was sickening, yet amazing just how much E.R could eat.
"There seemed to be no witnesses at the moment, but we will keep you updated..channel 4 news" said the reporter before it switched back to the anchorwoman. He was also surprized that they actually found out the event the next day. Usually he would do tasks, and come home to see his victims on tv. At least they got some T.V time right?
"Why didnt i just do it the hard way?" E.R said as he looked towards his blade, which was in the corner near his T.V. He was talking about summoning of course, but not any regular, weird clothing, chant saying summoning. If E.R would have use summoning, he would have to sacrifice some blood in the process. Not to mention the amount of blood would determine the type of summon. E.R considered that only as a last resort, or if the situation dosent even look towards E.R's favor. And besides, he liked his hands without any cuts, if anything caliuses.
It seemed that E.R's night was over, he was full, he had drugs, the money that he received for his actions with the priest and there was nothing on tv. There was of course, re-runs of programs and the famous, Paid Programming however..."Time to hit the sack" E.R said as he got up to turn the tv off when all of a sudden.
"brrrring........brrrrriiiinnnnng.....brrriinng"
"Who would be calling this late"E.R said to himself as he then went towards the phone which was by the counter next to the faucet."Hello" he said at he was scratching his belly lightly,hoping that the call was some action waiting to happen.
"I heard you deal with problems...well i have a problem.."Said the lady in a serious, salacious voice. For a second E.R thought that they weren't on the same page, which only made him more interested to find out what really was the problem.
".........What do you need"
"It involves the local police force, and bloodshed"
"....alright"
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 12:15 pm
unfortunately for julian, DJ was headed towards the manor in the same area. so when Julian walked near the manhole at the edge of the street, Dolen assumed it was his follower. As soon as Julians shadow was about 50 feet away from the manhole cover, DJ blasted up from underground using a quick release of inumerable light layers, his white cape fluttering in the night air. when he reached the top of his arch, Dj grabbed for two throwing stars and flung them with the momentum from swinging his hand in a circle around his body. with such momentum causing the two sharp objects to zoom towards the figure, Dolen felt the reverse force, causing him to spin in midair while falling. with this, he managed to land on his hand on top of the resting manhole cover. soon enough, DJ was spinning on top of the disk while still on his hands. he quickly gained enough speed, planted one of his feet, and twisted his body around to fling the spinning disk of metal toward julian like a discus throw.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 12:39 pm
Legs separated slightly as her feet landed neatly on neighboring houses, Kanti squinted slightly and peered down into the alleyway underneath her, chewing the insides of her cheeks gingerly. Well, that was a waste of energy. Absolutely no-one in sight, mainly because the lights in that area were out and Kanti could not be bothered to look any closer. She had already lost interest and there was that nagging feeling in the back of her head telling her it would be a bad idea to carry on the pursuit any further. Now she was annoyed.
A funny vibration coming from her jeans pocket caught her attention, forcing her fingers to clasp around the device and drag it from its resting place. Flicking the cellphone open, the woman grinned at the ID flashing on the screen and quickly pushed the green button, pressing it to her ear and mumbling her usual greeting."Yoh!" The person on the other end groaned loudly, causing her grin to widen further. Formal conversations were not her strong point. Raising a hand to the back of her head and cringing, Kanti spun on her heel and began running back the way she came, officially giving up on the chase for now. "..You're kidding, right? ..Yeah, yeah.. I understand.. I'll be there shortly." Without an attempt at a 'goodbye', the phone was snapped shut as the red head sprinted off towards the police station, now cursing under her breath with each step.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 7:58 pm
"You totally read my mind, man." Jay swiftly pulled the cooking utensils out of the many cupboards, and pinned some of his hair back with a green hair clip.
"I'll make Italian tagliatelle noodles with tomato and basil sauce, kay?" Jay asked as he continued to work around the kitchen. "By the way, it might take a while if you stand there and do nothing, Mr.Grouchy-pants. Mind dicing a few tomatoes for me?"
{EDIT: Sorry if my posts are so short. I'm short on time until about mid-May.}
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 8:23 pm
.[Mr. Grouchy-pants?]. --------------------------------- Jasper cringed slightly at Jay's use of the word "man". It just seemed... strange, coming from the smaller man. Growling at the new nickname Jay had given him, the blonde nevertheless wandered over to the counter, grabbing one of the stainless steel blades. The knife was still in his hand when the door opened, and Jasper whirled around, holding the knife at the ready. Naturally, he felt like an idiot when he recognized Milissa, and hastily tried to turn it into a better looking position.
"News?" he asked quietly, but his eyes didn't move from the cutting board where he was now chopping the tomatoes. Obviously not a cook, it was only a matter of time before the knife slipped, slicing into his finger. Hissing, Jasper quickly pressed his other hand over the wound, and the cut neatly sealed itself up. The only evidence that the incident had ever occured was the mixing of his ruby blood with the tomato juice.
Sighing, Jasper tossed the first pieces of tomato into the overflowing garbage, and then he had to restart dicing the rest of the red fruit, being a little more careful this time. Soon, he was finished, and held the board lazily towards Jay. "This good enough?" he asked, stubbornly facing the opposite direction.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 8:30 pm
"Alright, the water's boiled. I just need to add everything and let it simmer for a bit, drain it, then add the extra herbs and spices." Happy with the results so far, Jay pushed back a few stray strands of hair that had fallen over his face with the back of his hand.
Jay sniffed the air. For some odd reason, he had an extremely sensitive sense of smell. This probably also explained his affinity for cooking.
"Hey, there's no salt in the tomatoes!" He ran over to Jasper, who had just tossed some tomatoes in the garbage. "What are you doing?! Those cost money yanno!" Jay put his hands on his hips, glaring angrily up at Jasper.
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 8:48 pm
.[Wait, what?]. --------------------- Jasper wasn't really paying attention as Jay rambled on about the recipe, so when the brunette was suddenly right next to him, he was genuinely surprised. His crystal eyes were momentarily wide, but after a couple of seconds, he smirked. Standing there in his apron, hair tied back, and with an angry expression on his face, Jay looked... cute.
Jasper took a careful step forward; now he was standing shoulder to shoulder with Jay, both of them facing opposite directions. Leaning so his mouth was right at Jay's ear, Jasper grinned again. "You know, if you hadn't have made me help..." he whispered. "I wouldn't have ruined your precious tomatoes."
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Posted: Sat Apr 05, 2008 8:52 pm
Jay whipped his head around, surprised. One second he had been looking at the back of the expressionless Grouchy-pants' head, the next, his wide-eyed gaze was directed at the frighteningly predatory expression in Jasper's eyes.
"PERSONAL SPACE BUBBLE!" Jay leapt back, flailing his arms wildly.
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