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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 3:09 am
 Turning ones nose up at this neighbourhood was like asking to be mugged if one was a woman dressed as if she owned the world. However, mugging Helene was nothing less than asking to be killed.
After hearing the sound of a not-so-distant ambulance siren, Helene approached the dilapidated building, her high heels tapping against the ground as she walked up to the door. Instead of letting herself in, she wondered whether there was any new meat for her to toy with since last time, and knocked delicately.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 9:45 pm
A random lackey answers the door. Upon seeing the woman standing before him, he grins.
"Ah, we heard Jeff ordered you. Come on in."
He steps aside and holds the door open for her to walk in.
(( xd couldn't resist.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 6:12 am
The Tigress raised an eyebrow at him, stepping inside, where, in the light, her slim and yet curvaceous figure became obvious. The light reflected off her russet brown hair, making it shine with a rich orange colour like autumn leaves.
"Ordered me?" Her Greek accent was only just notable. She smiled sweetly, and reached out to him gracefully and delicately with her right hand, like someone who knew what she was doing.
Before the man knew it, her hand was firm around his neck; her claw like nails digging into his pulse. He was slammed against the wall, his feet barely touching the ground.
"No one orders me." She hissed through gritted teeth, pausing between each word. She held him in place; suspended in mid-air until he turned blue in the face and her nails drew blood.
Just as alarmingly, she released him like a worthless piece of garbage, turning away in the same instant, suddenly the same sweet and sultry that had been standing in the doorway just a moment before.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 6:50 am
The lackey stands back up, furious...and choking.
"Hey! *ack* Who the hell do you think you are?!"
And with that, his hands ignite into sparks (like a fuse burning). He takes a stance ready to fight the woman.
(( xd Just don't kill him))
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 5:16 pm
The woman rolled her eyes, then, sweetly,
"You really have no manners." She said with a turn of her head, her hair sweeping her shoulders.
She showed no interest or fear toward the sparks in his hands, not even looking at them. She looked deep into his eyes, her own yellow ones captivating.
"I don't think I am, dear, I know I am." She took slow steps toward him.
Her voice was low, feminine and husky.
"And if you knew who I am then you would know that is, someone who you" she pushed him gently into the wall with her index finger, her face and body only inches away from his. Her voice now turned to a whisper, her breath a faint scent of peppermint and sweet spices, "Shouldn't cross."
In her piercing eyes was a glint of cheekiness. She looked away momentarily, tilting her head slightly when she looked back.
"For various reasons." Her lips curled seductively around the words.
She then turned and walked several metres away from the lackey, again belittling his importance.
She'd let him off easy this time, however, he'd better value his life enough not to cross her again.
"I am here to see Gabriel." She casually called him by his first name like she had known him for years, like a friend rather than a business partner or acquaintance. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one foot, that hip jutting out and accentuating her curves. Indeed her modest skirt was tight around her waist and hips.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 9:58 pm
The lackey begins to charge his hand again when a voice cuts through the air.
"That's enough, John. Go back to your post."
The lackey looks up the stairway near the center of the room and lets down his hands in disgust. He walks back to his post grumbling something about being at his post and a few explicatives not needing to be mentioned in the presence of anyone...
The well dressed man in his long black coat steps lightly down the stairs, his yellow eyes cutting through the ait like nothing.
"I do appologize. John seems to be void of manners."
At the bottom of the stairs he stands erect as if at attention, nearly perfect posture. The smile gracing his lips is a friendly one.
"So, what brings you to my humble organization, my dear?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 3:15 am
"Gabriel." She smiled, light coming to her eyes as they settled upon him.
"You seem to be doing quite well, though that's no surprise." Her voice was almost affectionate and, to her, it was as if the lackey no longer existed.
She knew there was no need for games with this old friend of hers.
"The organization is why I am here." Helene looked at him suggestively, this time not meaning to.
"I heard you're bringing the old gang back together. Did you think you could exclude me?" She grinned.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 10:06 pm
Legato does nothing but smile.
"Well, considering last time you tried to kill two of my generals and on one case succeeded, you can see my reason for hesitating."
He waves off his words as he usually does, showing how insigificant he deems words in most cases.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2007 4:02 am
Helene made herself comfortable on a luxurious loveseat sporting two plush cushions, leaning back into one corner and crossing her perfectly toned legs.
"In that case," she purred, "you would be glad to know that I have learned to control my temper." The Tigress smiled back at him, her gaze flicking away from him for a moment as she thought about her words.
She grinned.
"...Mostly."
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2007 8:10 pm
Legato crosses his arms, keeping his smile on.
"Well, if you're sure you've got it under control...Welcome back."
He turns to walk back to the stairs. Upon stepping up, he turns again towards her.
"Just try not to kill to many of my men. Oh, and you may want to stay away from the guy in the hoodie."
Speaking of course of Gabe, he grins and turns to head slowly back up the stairs.
I'm afraid she'd have her hands full with him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 6:08 am
Oh really? she mused to herself. He knew how to manipulate anyone, including her. He'd know that the one way to get her to do something, was to warn her not to. Or, he might really not want her to kill this guy, or, he would find it interesting if they did fight...
Helene pushed these thoughts to the back of her mind. Legato had a way of concealing his true intentions.
Later, though. She thought. For now, she'd just make herself comfortable.
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Posted: Mon Aug 27, 2007 8:09 pm
((You know, it would be kinda funny to see the mighty Tigress cowering away from Gabe without even realizing he's the one she was warned against. lol))
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 5:17 am
((I was actually thinking of something totally different, and kinda whacked... like, "That guy is freaky... It's... kinda hot." *drool* THAT would be funny.))
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 7:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 11:58 am
"Guy in the Hoodie...? Surly I haven’t sunken so low as to become Nameless now, have I?" Came a dark chuckle, as Gabe came up the stairs behind them. He had just arrived back from the mansion/school as he made his way past the lackey. The poor little guy stayed glued against the wall, still at attention. He'd seen Gabe once, and knew by now not to question the man's entrance...the last guard made that mistake when asking Gabe why he was leaving the premises...as if he had any business trying to keep tab's on anyone, never mind FEAR.
"I just got back from a visit to little D's playground...and I must say, it leaves to the demand...D himself hasn't changed much...but what's the point in having a school full of people at that level?" FEAR noted, he began to ascend the stairs, not even bothering to recognize the existence of the woman Gabriel seemed to be talking to. If he made it to the section of the stares the woman resided on, he might’ve simply shoved past her as if she wasn't their, least she stop him and address him personally.
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