RPG Body Language

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She brought her lips to his ear, biting down softly, as if seducing him first.... Hands stroking his neck, ears, hair, purring low in her throat. He smiled, and she blew softly, then spoke in a low undertone, one only he could hear.[/i]

"You think I'm going to use my sorority sister like that...? For you?"

"It's an order..."

"Why should I obey you? Blood before duty."

"Watch it."

"I do what I please, and who I please."

[i]He pushed her back to face him. Her tone was warning, but then he saw the playful spark snap in her eyes. She winked at him roughishly and pulled him closer. She kissed his cheek and wrapped her arms around his neck. They danced slowly, moving very little. When the song ended, he took her arm rather gallantly and led her to his private rooms. While he locked the door, she sat down on his bed and checked her hair in a decidedly girlish way. He chuckled. She could be so feminine, then change in the blink of an eye. He always liked that in her. Luyii leaned back, removing her heels.[/i]

"You know....I really should be going home now. Juu and Dria will be worried."

"Nonsense. They know you're in good hands."

"Define good."

"Me."

"What ********. You know you would've done me years ago, only you knew I wouldn't be able to enjoy it quite as much."

[i]He laughed openly and she curled her legs underneath her, blushing prettily. He stroked the side of her face, and she tilted her head under his touch, eyes closed.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

As the party began to break up, Apocalypse sat in the chair in the far corner drinking down glasses of wine, beer, and vodka. He was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, so he decided it would be best to leave. Apocalypse stood up, and left to head home, no one had ever been there before nor did he ever let anyone come in. After arriving at his home Apocalypse tossed his coat onto a chair, and walked through his pitch black home seemingly aware of where everything was even in the darkness. He collapsed on a bed in a room, and pulled the covers over himself then fell into a deep sleep after a long tiresome night. His body rests in slumber, however his mind does not. In his dream Apocalypse seemed to fall forever, and time seemed to slow down. Finally, in what felt like hours, Apocalypse hit the ground and everything went dark. Apocalypse laid in darkness for seconds, hours maybe even days. He had no idea of what was happening. Then he heard something.

"Yo, let's jack this motherf****r!" Apocalypse heard a voice call out. "We gonna get us some money."

A car's tires squeal as gun shots are heard. A woman, and child are heard screaming as the car crashes into something. Apocalypse could only hear screams of "Mommy, Daddy !", and "Robert !! Robert !!!" With this Apocalypse quickly sat up in his bed. Obviously, it was all a dream, but he was sweating like a roast pig. Apocalypse huffed for a couple seconds rattled by his dream, then moved over sitting on the edge of his bed. The room was dark, nothing was visible. Apocalypse sat in the darkness talking to himself.

"Argh-ugh! Well-Wasn't that *********g enlightening? What was that all about?" Apocalypse said to himself pondering his dream.

Apocalypse reached over to click on his lamp sending a cascade of light throughout the room, then he tossed his covers to the side, which were decorated with daisies. The room showed off that Apocalypse was even more twisted than imagined. The walls were covered in pink wall paper with white bunnies decorating it as well. Several stuffed animals lay torn apart in the corner of the room, as well as dozens of pictures of a woman with a little girl. Apocalypse thought about his dream for a second then felt the scar on his face as if he was remembering something long shut away in his mind. Apocalypse got off the bed and walking to the bathroom connected with the room, and hanging down from the center of the door frame was a stuffed rabbit with a noose around it's neck. Apocalypse walked past it and up to the bathroom sink running some cold water to throw on his face. Apocalypse did so, and this time he looked closer at his scar. Suddenly his mind triggered a memory.

"Grab that sumbitch and drag him out of there! We don't want his wallet burning." A thug yelled to two other men by his side. Apocalypse could see a man being drug out of a car crashed into a street light, three street thugs stood over the man mouthing off at him

"You should know better than come down here *****. Get this *******'s money." The thug said once again ordering the other two men around.

"Right." They replied simultaneously.

They reached into the man's pocket, and pulled out a wallet containing only around two hundred dollars. Inside the car the woman awoke screaming "Robert !! Robert !!!", then from the back seat came a little girls voice "Mommy, daddy." The thugs were very angry at the little amount of money he had on him, and began kicking the hell of this poor guy, who was apparently named Robert. Then the one thug pulled out his knife, and started to cut into Robert's face. From above his right eye, to just below it. Sirens were heard echoing through out the entire city, and the street thugs scattered before the police arrived.

"Yo let's get the f**k out of here! We did what Mr.H wanted, time to get paid." The thug ordered as he pull a lighter from his pocket and tossed it toward the car, then ran down a side street followed by the other two.

Once gone the screaming from inside the car got louder, and Robert looked over seeing flames coming from under the car where the lighter landed, it must have lit some gasoline on fire. Even with little strength left this man, Robert, tried pulling himself to the car to help his wife, and child. He looked in his wife's eyes seeing the fear, and in that second the car exploded killing his wife, and daughter inside. Robert ducked his head, and had it covered against the ground. Blood was pouring from his face where he was cut, and began reaching towards the car screaming the names of his wife, and daughter. But their names were a blur, and could not be heard. Robert dropped his head on the ground, and laid there with his eyes wide open as if he died right there. It began to rain, and the water was slowly putting out the fire as well as washing the blood down the street. He laid still in the same spot for a little longer until he felt someone touch his back, and asking him if he was all right. Robert did not answer, but instead sprung up as if he was possessed by the devil himself, throwing himself on top of this worried civilian. From their he began smashing this bystander's face in with his fists, then grabbed a brick laying in the street and continued smashing his face with the brick. Robert was covered in blood from both himself, and the man he had just attacked. Slowly he stood up after almost killing this man, and approached the burning wreckage. As the fire danced, and flickered he could see the burning remains of his beloved wife, and child. Right then and there he snapped, and began roaring like an animal. The siren began getting louder as the police got closer. Robert looked at the man he had just beaten to the brink of death, and knew for sure he'd be placed in prison for such a crime. Robert looked at the wreckage again before staggering off down an alley. Thoughts ran through his mind asking the same question over and over again "What just happened ?", and the only answer his mind could come up with was "Death." He truly had died inside that day, and was going to be scared for life, both physically, and mentally. Little did he know someone had seen his actions, but rather than turning Robert in he went after him as to recruit him for something. This person approached Robert leaning in the alley way, and could tell he was still in shock.

"That rage, and power was unbelievable." The familiar voice said. "Robert-was it?"

This man kneeled down next to the spaced out Robert, his face a blur to him, and began talking to him as if he still contained a shred of sanity. From the way he snapped, it was easy to see that Robert had little or no happiness before his wife, and child. He knew he could use this to his advantage.

"I am sorry for what happened, but you can't just sit here and act like a zombie." The familiar voice said as he touched Robert's shoulder. "What if I told you I could help you get revenge for your families death? All you'd have to do is work for me. Would you be willing to do so?"

Robert's eyes shook for a second as his mind shattered like glass, but it took him no longer than five seconds to mutter the word "Yes..." The light of the moon shifted revealing this person's face, it had been Genocide. Genocide pulled out a cell phone, called up his limo and ordered the driver to drive down the alley to pick them up. As the driver pulled up next to Robert, and Genocide. He then ordered the driver to give him a coat he had laying in the back seat. Genocide, and the driver stood Robert up and put the coat on him then placed him in the limo. As the police, and ambulance arrived the limo took off.

As Apocalypse slowly began to snap out of his flash back he heard Genocide's voice speak. "Robert-huh? Well, in my business that won't do. Hmm...how about-Apocalypse? Yes, that's good. Genocide, and Apocalypse..." Apocalypse jolted and looked around seeing himself back in the bathroom, and he looked into the mirror seeing Robert. Then it dawned on him. His mind seemed to block it out not letting him remember it, he had always felt confused about why he was always so loyal to Genocide, but now it was clear. He also remembered exactly why he hated this Mr.H guy so much, he's not just the enemy of genocide, but the man whom sent his thugs, for some reason, to kill his family. He continued looking into the mirror, and remembering exactly why he is the way that he is. The only happiness he's ever had, was gone and buried forever. He realized that he wasn't just in the "business" for money. But mainly to forget his past using the pain of himself, and others. Apocalypse seen the care free, happy guy he use to be in the mirror. Suddenly something had come over him, he punch the mirror shattering it into pieces, and leaving a cobweb like break in the middle. Apocalypse's hand began to bleed, and he sneered seeing his blood pour down the drain of the sink. He washed his hand off, and walked out of the bathroom grabbing his long black trench coat given to him by Genocide. Apocalypse looked around the pink and white bunny room, which obviously belonged to his deceased daughter, then removed a picture of his wife, and daughter stuffing it into his pocket before his left the room. It was morning now, but everything every thing was dark, apparently Apocalypse had painted the entire inside of the house black and removed most of the furniture.

"Time to go to work." Apocalypse said as his put his coat on, and patted the pocket that contained the picture of his wife, and daughter, then walked out of the house slamming the door shut behind himself.

[Charles]

His veins feel like they are empty caves, his warm lifeblood seems to flow slowly like thick vicious oil through his system. His heart pumps like a slow piston, like the pistons of the car Dria and Juu are already driving to their next destination, each beat resounds--an echo in his head like a never ending leaky faucet.

Words seem to have no place here, at this moment in time. A moment between two people so detached from humanity that they don't even have a tomorrow to keep them company today. It's all in the moment. And all he knows, is that her voice is a seductive purr as she sips from her wineglass with those full cherry red lips of hers, leaving a light stain of lipstick on the tulip shaped glass. And she seems to smile a devilish smile.

Luyii sinks to her knees in front of him and pulls his shirt from its tucked-in position in his pants.Her hands dive underneath his shirt and roam over his body. One hand holds up his shirt while her lips press against his heated flesh. Each kiss is like a hot liquid silk on his skin, rapture coming every time she tastes him with those lips and that warm velvet tongue of hers.

She moans as she sucks a bead of his sweat into her mouth, the moan seems to amplify in his head, a beautiful music that makes him want her all the more. Suddenly she pushes him back and pulls off her slip to reveal her perfect body to him. Straddling his hips she rides on top of him, taking all of him inside her. Their bodies are racked by wave after wave of pleasure as she takes him; every trick in the book to enhance the pleasure used on him.

And on this night he wonders, not out of fear, but sheer curiosity, if this night's rest will be like all others. He wonders if the blackness of sleep with give way to visions of hell.

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She ran her fingertips over his face, eyes, lips, gently, satiated. His arms around her waist, head resting on her chest. She smiled softly. He could be so peaceful, although she knew his life was anything but that. Genocide wasn't exactly the tender type.....she expected nothing less. Instead, she leaned against the pillows and looked at the ceiling. The new day was beggining, and she, as usual, had slept very little. Aside from the rest from sex, she had stayed up most of the night, listening to the sounds of traffic, mingled with his slow breathing.

He opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were her eyes, half closed, watching him. He sat up, shaking his head to clear it. No nightmares, only a dark void in which her voice chased him softly. She stroked his cheek and stood to go. He made no move to stop her, she had a schedule to keep. One that didn't revolve around him quite so much as it did the night before. She got dressed, slipped on her heels, and left.[/i]

"Don't forget Dria's letter."

"Of course...."

"Have a nice day."

[i]She looked at him over her shoulder, giving him that glamourous smile he had seen so much of before. He grinned, naked torso visible through white sheets. She waved her perfectly manicured hand in his direction, then left calmly. The doors opened for her, and his driver took her home.

When she arrived, she knew Juu was already at work, reading a textbook. Dria was also home, combing Butch's coat. She changed her clothes, keeping the envelope in her sight. Jeans and a casual T-shirt. She needed to relax.[/i][/COLOR]

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple][i]Dria waited until Luyii had settled in before she spoke to her,[/i] "Glad to see you made it home ok, sister dear." [i]But her lips were curled into a sneer as she got to her feet and crossed the room, throwing her arms wide in defeat,[/i] "I'm being followed!" [i]Butch let out a bark at her outburst, and both of them promptly told him to shut up.[/i]

"Tell me something I don't know, sweetheart."

[i]She rounded on Luyii, [/i]"You could have at least warned me."

"How was I supposed to know?" [i]But that was a blatant lie.[/i]

[i]Dria's temper rose, but her voice fell cool and accusing[/i], "Because you're Genocide's little whore."

[i]Luyii studied Dria calmly, she knew that her Sister was looking for a heated reply, but she wouldn't give her the satisfaction,[/i] "Oh. Well," [i]she smiled and walked toward the kitchen,[/i] "I seem to remember you telling me that getting 'fresh with the boss man' was something quite wonderful, Dria."

"Oh shut up, Luyii." [i]She threw her arms up again, pacing in angry circles around the living room[/i].

[i]Luyii smiled down at her glass of water. She knew how to defeat Dria's moods, she'd only been doing it for nearly 20 years,[/i] "Fine, I'll stay quiet. This is for you." [i]She tossed the envelope she had been carrying across the kitchen, and Dria caught it with a glare.[/i]

"What is this." [i]But it was more of a demand for explaination than a question.[/i]

"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, honey." [i]She waited until the papers had been pulled half way out of the envelope, then spoke softly,[/i] "It's from Genocide."

"Agh." [i]Dria set to stuffing them back in the envelope, but changed her mind...[/i] "A job?"

[i]Luyii studied her, she looked cautious, but extremely interested, [/i]"For you. Alone. Look, I don't know what's inside, but just open it and see what he's offering you. He's trying to help you out."

"Oh how? By putting limits on who I can and can't screw?"

[i]Luyii didn't respond, the question hit too close to what was resting inside that envelope. The crime scene photos were on top, and she watche Dria's face carefully for any sign of recognition.[/i]

"What is this?" [i]She shifted through the pictures,[/i] "Someone had too much fun with..." [i]Her voice trailed off and her face fell still. She recognized not the body, but the location.

Everything fell slowly out of her hands, and littered the floor around her feet.[/i] "This is sick." [i]Dria pressed a hand against her stomach, then kneeled down to study the photographs again,[/i] "Who would do this to him?"

[i]Luyii was surprised by Dria's lack of shock at the issue,[/i] "What is it?" [i]She joined her younger Sister on the floor, staring at the bloody scene laid out before her,[/i] "Jesus. What a mess. Wasn't this Ren's place?"

[i]Dria nodded and felt like she was going to be violently ill. This was obviously her fault, someone hadn't done this to Ren, they'd done it to [b]her[/b]. She should have known better...[/i]

[i]Luyii stood up and perched her hands on her hips,[/i] "You don't seem too upset."

"He was a fling, Lu. He was someone that was extremely sexy and great in bed. But he was just that." [i]But her insides were screaming[/i], "He was so sweet..."[i] She stopped for fear that her voice would break.[/i]

"What's the contract then?" [i]Luyii said at some length, handing the document to Dria.[/i]

[i]Dria began to skim it, but then it all seemed to jump out and slap her across the face,[/i] "[i][b]H?![/b][/i]" [i]She was so speechless, completely at a loss as for why notorious Mr. H would dip into such petty, wasteful crimes,[/i] "A contract on H's life," [i]Dria bit her lip, everything inside of her was spinning, it was too much information at once,[/i] "Excuse me."

[i]Dria hurried to the bathroom and lurched until her stomach muscles ached.[/i]

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[i]She had work to do. Genocide was offering her an opportunity to avenge something that made her heart ache with loss. And even if she wouldn't admit to anyone how much it hurt, she could prove herself worthy by pulling off this job.

She would do it, and she would do it flawlessly.

The first problem was getting in touch with Mr. H, finding him was a *******, pain in the *** chore.[/i][Why is a s s edited?][i] She had stumbled upon him last time by pure luck, an overheard conversation had given her the amount of information she needed to even contact him to set up an apointment. She'd have to start at the bottom, work her way up.

Dria made sure her gun was in place as she gave Juu a kiss on the head,[/i] "I'm out, sis. Don't let Luyii crawl up your *** or anything."

"I heard that!"

"***** off! I'm still angry with you!" [i]But Dria gave Juu a wink, and the youngest knew she wasn't seriously upset. She slammed the door behind her anyway, just to make a show of things.

The evenings were getting colder as Dria set out on foot. She had somewhere that she wanted to try first, to see if she could find any information. If she had to give personal favors, it wouldn't bother her too much, and she figured Genocide woudln't mind TOO much, considering it would all benefit him in the end...

Then again, minions weren't too hard to polish off. They were simply mindless drones working for a greater evil, honestly loyal to nothing but a skewered concept of a generous boss. What ******** that was.

It had been no longer than 20 minutes when Dria's neck tingled; she had always trusted her instincts. However, she ignored it. If she was being followed by Genocide's own minions, then it didn't really matter. She was on a job for him, afterall.

As she reached the dirtier side of the neighborhood, Dria stayed in the alleyways. She knew very well that there would be someone around here offering to sell her their precious stash. Crackheads with the inside scoop, that's what she needed to find.

Her neck tingled again as she rounded a corner, and this time the feeling was stronger. Someone was getting too close for her comfort...

She chose a dark corner, surrounded by trash and bum huts, and crouched down well hidden. If she hadn't been distrated by a rat running over her shoe, she would have noticed that a darkly clad figure, an enormous one at that, was coming silently up the alleyway. When she looked up, he was passing so close to her that a sharp intake of breath on her behalf would have signaled him to where she crouched.

Instead, she rose swiftly and cocked her gun, aiming it straight at his head,[/i] "Why are you following me?"

[i]The man moved nothing but his head, which he turned to study her, his dark eyes staring back into hers. She knew that she was physically no match for him, Apocolypse, Genocide's violent partner.

He saw the recognition in her eyes, she knew who he was. He merely smiled at the gun in her hands, moving swiftly enough to knock it out of the way as he circled his fingers around her throat. The gun had fired, the bullet letting out an ear splitting noise in the alleyway before it tore through a dirty broken window.

Dria didn't struggle as his hand pinned her against the brick wall, his eyes still boring into her. The grin widened across his face...[/color][/i]

[size=1]Oh gods, that was ******* LONG. Sorry.[/size]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue]You think THAT's long? Try reading Vamp's stuff.....
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[i]Juu absorbed U.S. history like a sponge, while Luyii massaged Butch's stomach with her foot. He growled softly in pleasure, thumping his tail, tail clipping was so wrong, against the floor, leg jerking spasmodically. Juu asked various questions from time to time, and Luyii accomidated accordingly. He whinned for more and she dug her toes in.

Luyii looked out the window, then back down to her book.[/i]

"Did you like sleeping with him?"

"...yeah I did."

"But why? You know what he's like."

"I've known him since I was a child. But the feelings change with time."

[i]She smiled strangely and looked at Juu. Her black hair fell across her eyes, and she looked back down at her book. She couldn't understand yet....but then again, she might. She held her peace. There was time to muse the intricacies of growing up later. Right now, study. Then lunch, and break, and nap, and training. She yawned and turned a page. Luyii set down her magazine and stood up. She headed for the bedroom and brought out her longblade. With steady strokes, she polished it's silver edges, honning the blade afterwards.

Juu put away her book and brought out her own sabre. The two worked in silence for awhile, the only sound the traffic below. It was so calm. Unlike the night before. She kept on working, and poor Butch, demoted, sat in the corner. Waiting for his turn.[/i][/color]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Apocalypse choked Dria lightly as he held her against the cold brick wall in the alley, his face plastered with an evil grin that would probably send a shiver through Hannibal Lectors' spine. Apocalypse could have snapped her neck right there, but there was something not quite right at the moment. Obviously, Apocalypse wasn't supposed to kill Dria, so he knew he would, in a sense, betray Genocide by doing so. He wanted Apocalypse to follow Dria and hopefully lead them to Mr.H once again. But Apocalypse began to look over Dria's face, he had suddenly been reminded of his daughter whom was only ten years old when she was murdered. His smile faded into a blank stare, his grip loosened on Dria's throat. Apocalypse felt confused, because he thought he was past caring, but Dria's youth, and face left him wondering what his own daughter would be like if she were alive today. He dropped Dria leaving her hunched over and gasping for air as he simply turned to walk away feeling for the first time, in only God knows how long, he felt sorrow, rather than his seemingly permeant hatred toward everything, and anything living. There was a thought in the back of his mind, what if Dria were to simply blow his brains out while he was walking away? Apocalypse quickly shoved the thought out of him mind realizing he didn't give a s**t whether he lost his life or not.

"The gun was not necessary. I-" Apocalypse began to say, with an obvious saddened tone. "I was sent, by Genocide, to make sure you weren't-hassled by anyone. He also wanted me to tell you this; there is an extra bonus in it for you if you kill-or lead me to Mr.H."

Apocalypse made a new offer that Genocide never did, but the offer was not really being made with Genocide's money. It was Apocalypse using Genocide as an excuse to get to Mr.H, he was being honest when he said there would be a "bonus," because he was ready to hand her an envelope filled with cash, the same envelope Apocalypse received for smashing an informant's, a rat's, skull in with a brick. Dria slowly stood up unsure of what to do or say, she just stared at the huge imposing figure of Apocalypse with his back turned to her. Dria could sense by the sound of Apocalypse's voice, that it was in fact his offer, not Genocide's bonus.

"I can tell it's you that's making the offer, not Genocide. Why? Why do you want to get at Mr.H so badly?" Dria questioned Apocalypse.

"T-ten thousand, Dria, if you just lead me to Mr.H. Then you can tell Genocide you did all the work, after I kill him, and get your bounty." Apocalypse said ignoring her question. "You won't have to get your hands dirty, you don't have to do s**t. You just do whatever you did to find him before, then inform me of his whereabouts; then just leave the rest up to me."

Apocalypse just glanced back at Dria with a fire in his eyes, he wanted to kill H so badly he was ready to go over Genocide's head with his own offer to Dria to get his hands on him. Apocalypse began to walk down the street unsure of what Dria's decision would be, whether she would accept his proposal or not, but he just didn't want her to she him in his currently distressed mood.

[Charles]

A man is leaning on the fender of his car, smoking. It's a cop. All the noises of the sirens, the glare of the lights--it's a good morning to play God.

[i]Attaboy, fellas. Never judge a last resort.[/i]

All kinds of people are here, squeezed together into one portrait of humanity. Trouble always draws a crowd. It's human nature. People want to see blood. People want to see death. For all their praying, and Hallmark cards, and help groups and support lines, people must drink up the misery of others. They've gotta see that conflict. Gotta see that collision. Hell, that's why boxing pay per views draw more than Sunday mass.

Today, they dine. It's being served to them on a silver platter. Delivery even--right on their laps. No charge. Just unadulterated trouble. Trouble they can gossip about. Truths they can stretch. It'll give them something to talk about, something that'll make their puppet show lives more dangerous, more exciting.

Everything has come down to this moment, this showdown. Every movie has one and if it doesn't, it's not worth seeing anyway. This is the defining moment you're prepared for from the start; the moment that will lead to resolution--[i]satisfaction[/i]. It's not the main event, but who cares? It's close. Two opposing forces are colliding, [i]they have to[/i], and all you know is that one of them will leave in nothing less than a pine box. Fate has decreed it so.

Still unclear, is it? This is where the end will be justified by the means. Justice incarnate, the protagonist, meets the antagonist in an epic battle that will surely decide the fate of the world.

Anyone who's ever watched a film--[i]read a story[/i]--knows that time and space seemingly slow down to a halt, as fate, perhaps, brings these two dominant forces together. It's as if God is shining a spotlight on his finest creations just so the world can watch whilst they destroy one another with his gifts. It's the stuff awe is made of.

That's where we're at now. That breaking point.

All these people, [i]all these people[/i], and the air is so thick with silence you might feel as if the world were pressing down on you with its thumb should you be there.

This is no movie, not something you read on the back of a napkin; this is a reality. And in this reality -- people die--even heroes. Police chatter breaks the silence, fills in the gaps where conversation should be; cascades of siren reds and siren blues make the damp pavement look prettier than a dolled-up broad. It's showtime.

Meet Lorenzo, he's the guy playing the role of Genocide's nemesis. He's that cop, still leaning on the fender of his ride. Still smoking.

Every limb of his body tingles with warm blood, slightly thinning under the animalistic, guttural anticipation of it all. The high life. It's almost like he's living off a blend of strong coffee. His heart beats rapidly, almost collapsing in and upon itself as it struggles to remain firmly in place within his throbbing chest.

A runaway rush of adrenaline flows into his muscles and they jackknife with renewed vigor, while apprehensive beads of sweat run down his temples. Butterflies flutter furiously in his stomach performing a wild dance, attempting to work their way up and burst out of his heaving chest cavity.

"The premises seems to be unoccupied. We can't take any chances with this son of a *****, though. He's done to much," Lorenzo says. He's going to send them in fully equipped. Ready to kill.

The dry words crackle out low and quiet, like they're coming from a radio instead of his voice box. Everything's suspicious-looking. It's not what it should be. But, this is where the trail has lead him. A fourteen year long manhunt and it's all come down to this. This is where Genocide is. A row home. And it just doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

[i]Oh well. Seeing is believing, but sometimes you have to believe to see.[/i]

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple]"W-wait. Apocolypse, please." [i]He stopped at her change in tone, so unlike her tough exterior,[/i] "What if I want to kill H just as much as you do?"

[i]Apocolypse didn't turn around, but he gave a grim smile toward the ground, little did she know that it was really [b]him[/b] she wanted to harm,[/i] "I don't think you do, Dria. I really don't think you do." [i]And with that he disappeared from the alleyway.[/i]

"So much for making sure no one hassels me." [i]Dria muttered as she bent to retrieve her weapon. Her throat still felt pinched, she was sure that bruises would form shortly. He could have killed her so easily...why hadn't she been afraid? And, then again, why hadn't he just squeezed a little bit harder? There was Genocide to consider, she supposed, but such a change from violence to void...

Dria decided not to dwell on the scene that had just been played out, but instead thought about his offer. It seemed reasonable enough; ten thousand for a job that wouldn't be all too hard. But there was Ren to consider, and she felt too responsible for his death to not take care of it herself.

She sighed, rubbing her fingers gingerly around her sore neck. Say she did it his way, accepted his offer and let him take care of Mr. H; would it just be their little secret? She didn't know Genocide well enough to predict whether or not he'd be angry if he discovered the truth...what if Apocolypse ratted her out?

Doing business in blood certainly never gaurunteed anyone's life.

[/i]Too much to think about![i] Dria's brain was whirling again, she couldn't handle everything that was going on. What had Luyii gotten them into this time?

She sighed once again and started down the next alleyway, hoping that finding a junkie would bring her information and clear her head of worry.[/i][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Step. Step turn. Step thrust and whirl the circle. Juu and Luyii practiced quietly. Nothing but the swishing of their garments and the sweet hiss of metal against the wind. They moved in the small space perfectly, moving seperately, but not striking eachother. Juu turned and held her katana to Luyii's throat, feeling her own longblade press into her stomach.

They grinned, then begain their slow spar. It was like a pardoy of the real thing, only they knew how hard it was. Controlling each movement with almost fanatical grips. Knowing that any slipups would result in a lost limb, or something equally painful. Juu brought her blade up to slice down again, only to have it countered by Luyii's slow turn.

They moved like puppets, circling back and forth slowly.[/i]

Luyii: Steady your feet.

Juu: ...right.

[i]She lowered her blade under Luyii's defense and touched it lightly to her torso. Luyii grinned and lowered her blade as well, signifying the end.[/i]

Juu: Touch.

Luyii: Damnit.

Juu: Don't be a sore loser.

[i]The two walked inside, not sweating, but breathing slightly faster than normal. This sort of workout was a test of mental control, not physical. Butch leapt from his basket and knocked Luyii over. She laughed and roughed up his head playfully.[/i]

Juu: You lost, you walk him.

Luyii: You won, you feed him.[/COLOR]

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple][i]Dria found herself knocking on another fling's door, confident and composed as always. But this time was for work, not play, even if she had to fight to keep it that way.

As Keith's door swung open Dria gave him a dazzling smile, but her eyes were as sharp as a snake's,[/i] "Keith, hello."

[i]His ice blue eyes roamed up and down her body until she cleared her throat to distract him.[/i] "Dria. What brings your hot self my way today?"

[i]Dria supressed a grimace, he was such a dirty talker and at the moment it simply made her ill,[/i] "My 'hot self' hasn't been brought your way today, Keith, my ears have. I need some information."

[i]Keith threw her an equally dazzling smile,[/i] "Well come on in then, ma'am." [i]An accent from his Southern childhood still lingered in his voice. Dria merely rolled her eyes; he was talking through his teeth.[/i]

"Now what do you need to know today me'lady?"

"Jesus, Keith, stop with the pretenses."

[i]He ignored her, [/i]"Would you like something to drink?"

[i]Instead, Dria matched his pseudo-friendly tone,[/i] "A beer would be nice, honey. And," [i]she added after circling a tongue around the rim of her beer bottle,[/i] "I've been wandering all day and I'm absolutely [i]parched[/i] for information..."[/color]

[Juu]

[color=ff00cc][i]Juu rolled her eyes, and stalked off to the closet. Butch leaped at Luyii's lap, letting out muffled barks with its leash dangling from his jaws. Luyii shook the leash from its mouth vigorously, as he tugged back playfully. Suddenly, he paused, ears twitching and tail wagging. Juu also stopped, holding the bag of dog food awkwardly over her shoulder. Her elder sister's lips curved to a smirk as the dog dropped the leash, and charged. Before she could scream, he hurtled into the air, pouncing on Juu like a cat on a mouse. Butch grasped a corner of the bag in his teeth, tromping off with triumph.

Laughing, Luyii bent down and helped her to her feet. Juu groaned and glared, dusting herself off. Then, she whipped the leash at her sister's stomach.[/i]

"There. You walk." [i]Juu mumbled, filling the bowl with water and leaving it at the corner.[/i]

"You're not done feeding it." [i]Luyii noted, tapping a finger at Butch.[/i]

"I'll feed it once you get back."

"Fine."

[i]She grabbed the leash, and called Butch over, who was gnawing at the bag pleasently. Sitting down surprisingly obediantly, Luyii fastened the leash, and bolted out the door.

Finally, Juu picked up the bag, sliced open the top with her blade, and filled up the bowl. Then she sat it down next to the water, and collapsed on the sofa, still smelling like dog. There, she let out a sigh, folding her arms behind her head. It seemed strangely darker outside than usual. Getting to her feet, she walked over to the window, and looked up at the sky. The clouds were slightly grey and blue, huddled closely together. She returned to the couch, grinning quietly.[/i][/color]

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple]Where has everyone else gone? ::runs around frantically trying to find everyone but Juu and Raiha::...

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[i]Dria had lost round one, but she wasn't going to go out like a loser. Keith had been snide, and she should have seen it coming, their last night together hadn't really been a pleasant one. Of COURSE he wasn't giong to want to help her after the way she treated him.

Perhaps she'd have to approach the issue in a much more feminine way, showing off her assets and such. She could even get Genocide's approval first, considering that she wasn't about to **** with that particular subject again without his consent.

Nah, Keith was already too aware of her true intentions. But then again...Dria could think of one other mouth-watering male who had contacts on the market she was investigating. Amazing how so many of her flings weren't clean at all; not even close.

Dria flipped open her cell phone and spoke Luyii's name. As it rang, she contemplated what exactly she was going to say to her elder sister.[/i]

[i]"Ms. Star." Her voice was slightly amused.

[/i]"Hi Luyii darling. Where are you right now?"

[i]"Walking the beast down Alpine."[/i]

"Tell him I wuv him."

[i]"Get to the point of your call, Dria."[/i]

"Tell Genocide I've taken the job."

[i]"Why can't you tell him yourself?"[/i]

"Because his eyes are cold like winter. I'm afraid that I'll turn to stone if I look at them for too long."

[i]Luyii's laugh bubbled up from the other end of the phone, "Ok, you don't know him at all, do you?"[/i]

"Just because I didn't **** him doesn't mean that I can't tell what kind of person he is, babe. I'm on my way home, ciao." [i]She shut her phone before Luyii could say anything else. Dria hated that Luyii could be so calm with every insult she hurled at her, it was impossible to irritate her.

As she wound her way out of the alleyways, Dria decided to take a chance and caught a cab home.[/i][/color]

[Charles]

Ack, sorry 'bout disappearing. Been a bit busy. It's not my best but (puts something up).




Lorenzo's fists clench into quivering balls of frustration. Genocide has killed so many. People he knew. By pushing. Pushing smack, pushing false promises, pushing arms, ultimately delivering that one final push into the awaiting arms of a cold, oblivion--a lonely embrace that can only be provided by the wanton destruction of oneself. Through the rejection of family and friends in favor of an addiction. Ah, what a world, what a world.

[i]"I'm glad you're clean; yeah I mean it, man, I can be clean too."[/i]

Lorenzo remembers their low voices. That's what they all say. Muffled and full of hot ashed talk of how they were gonna kick.

[i]"In fact, I'm gonna kick after I go in, yeah, baby, no more smack for me. Jesus, man, I got shame, I got self-respect, like anybody, like any f***in' body else, and I can be clean too. ****! I gotta quit, look at me."[/i]

Lorenzo still remembers the pointed faces. They were lemon colored--like jaundice. He still remembers the junky arms, marked by junky traces.

Why couldn't they have found the right path as he did, taken the side of the law. The answer was clear. It was because of Genocide, that so many others never crossed the railroad tracks.

[i]He remembers expressions contorted in pain, brothers, familia, lying puddles of vomit, needles still jabbed in their arms.[/i]

"Get the battering ram." If he's in there, we're taking him down," Lorenzo says.

His people were just pieces of **** to Genocide. Those images. Those vivid images of arms, rotting with craters won't stop haunting him.

"It could have been me," he hisses underneath his breath.

It's time for that moment, that showdown. Within minutes, Genocide's front door is sent off its hinges, exploding into a million splinters. Light immediately floods the dank dwelling. The house, all of it's four rooms are completely empty, just like Genocide's heart.

He's pulled an "H."

If this had been a movie, Officer Lorenzo would have followed the anonymous tip without telling a soul. He would have let his conscious guide him, and never let fear drive him. He would have broken down the door, not with a battering ram or a task force of men, but with his own shoulder. Would have found Genocide waiting for him--because fate would have dictated it all that way.

Lorenzo would have reached for his gun, but Genocide would have been too fast. If this were fantasy, both men would engage in raw, animalistic combat with their bare hands, to defend their own ideals or lack thereof, until only one stood--the protagonist. Lorenzo would have returned to his home and held his wife in his arms, as he told her that he had avenged his people, his brothers.

On the contrary, the only thing Lorenzo finds in the house is a television stationed in the middle of a desolate living room, wired to a VCR. A tape hangs out of the VCR, the words, "PLAY ME," labeled boldly (if not a bit crudely) on the side.

Should this be another place, another criminal, another time, Lorenzo would wait for the feds. But, this is Genocide.

"Play it," his voice commands, cracking more so now than his face. He doesn't have the authority to issue the command. But, something in his voice sounds more authoritative than official police protocol. It doesn't leave room for "no" as an answer. And so, it is played. Lights, camera, action.

Almost instantly, Genocide's face fills the television screen. The tracking is a bit off but what's there is clear enough. So much so, that Lorenzo has to restrain himself; he fights the urge to empty a clip into the television set. Curiosity stays his hand.

"Well, if you're looking at me right now, L, it means that the tape isn't the only thing being played," Genocide says, followed by a wink.

Genocide's mouth twists into a patronizing smirk. Gently, he pushes aside a soft tuft of hair that hangs in his face like a ban omen.

"Passion is a controlled, furious energy caused by doing something you love for people you love," Genocide says, "If you live your life for passion, let it govern how you live--you can start to rely on it. Become addicted to it for all the wrong reasons. But, I've just been preaching to the preacher here, haven't I? Lorenzo, you've become careless in your ways. You can no longer carry out your duties proficiently. Just like your people, you are a waste on society. We all know what Genocide does with waste. We all know what must be done with waste."

Suddenly and uncontrollably, Lorenzo loses it. His mind snaps like a cracker. All these years, Genocide has remained one step ahead of him. Something had always held him back. Fear? No. But, then, why hadn't he arrested Genocide before now? Could it really be incompetence? No. It's guilt. Always has been. Still is.

He was the one, not Genocide, that encouraged his closest friends to shoot up for the first time. Back when things like death were manufactured tales told by parents to keep him and his boys in line. Painful reality has come crashing down, and all at once. There can be no resolution for a guilty man.

"This is the last you'll be seeing of me old friend," Genocide says, "This is the closest you'll ever come to facing your trophy. You're not the only one though Lorenzo. Not by a long shot. A recent business property of mine has come into danger and I will attend to it. Could it have been you stalking her, officer? One of your boys?"

Genocide's eyes widen, as if he's actually in the room staring at his old nemesis, face to face. Maybe reality does have it's standoffs, after all.

"Success isn't permanent, but failure is fatal. If it is indeed you behind this recent annoyance," Genocide says, "then my actions are justified. If not, well, **** happens."

There's a certain finality in the air. Lorenzo watches as Genocide calmly sips a cup of coffee. He barely hears one of the drug lord's henchmen inform him of Apocalypse's disappearance before he becomes occupied with his own thoughts.

What more is there to life than this? What does Genocide mean? He never makes hollow threats. In days, headlines across the United States will either read, "Genocide dead," or "Police officer Commits Suicide." There can be no other way.

Genocide says "Ah well, it's that time. I've rambled on enough. I've finally found that showdown we never had Lorenzo, the showdown that you couldn't provide."

He looks at his watch, and smiles. "Really, it's been fun. Don't worry, I'll take care of [i]your people[/i] for you. Oh, and, Lorenzo, I love you--*****."

Somewhere in New York, Genocide lies in bed dreaming about a successful tomorrow. Five Hundred miles away, Lorenzo is no more. Genocide's front had become a macabre burial ground for the police officer, his men, and half of the surrounding neighborhood as burning embers lie scattered amongst twisted wreckage in the street.

Perhaps, reality does provide happy endings to a certain extent, after all.

[The Vampire: Ed]

Apocalypse walked for hours seemingly going nowhere, but in fact his feet had lead him to an old bar at the edge of town. It had been like a second home to him since [i]that day[/i], the day his life changed forever, the day Robert died and Apocalypse was born. He drowned his sorrows in whatever the bar had to serve, over time it's effects began to help him forget, combined with his fondness for maiming people. As he got to the bar's door, he was stopped by a small man, nerdy looking, whom seemed to be looking for something, or someone.

"Out of the way, you little s**t." Apocalypse said staring a hole through the little man. The little man stutter a bit at Apocalypse's imposing appearance but still managed to reply. "Um-I-uh-I-I was told to g-give this letter to someone called A-A-Apocalypse. You-um-fit the description."

The little man extended his shaky hand in which contain a letter neatly sealed in the confines of a small white envelope. Apocalypse looked around for a moment checking to see if there was anyone around, it was a bad habit he had for a while now, then snatched the envelope from the man's hand as he shoved him away. Apocalypse tore open the envelope as the little man ran off, a letter is folded neatly inside, Apocalypse removes the letter and tosses the envelope to the street. Apocalypse groaned, and gritted his teeth seeing a large letter "H" stamped on the back. Unfolding the letter with anger, Apocalypse nearly tore it in half, he began to read becoming even more angered by each sentence, word, letter that he knew had been written by Mr.H himself.

[quote][i]Dear Apocalypse,

Finally we meet at long last-well, sort of. I knew you'd be back to this little s**t hole bar to drown yourself in a drunken stupor. Anyway, Apocalypse, I have arranged a little reunion for you, and well-a few old friends of yours. I believe the four of you attended a barbecue a few years back. I'm forgetting something aren't I-oh, that's right. The little lady, and the rug rat were there too. I guess they got a little hot under the collar when my boys played a little too rough with you.

It's funny, I can just picture the look on your face now as you're reading this, but, I jest. I couldn't help myself. An apology is in order though...

However, you can apologize to my boys, for not having enough money on you that night, in person. They'll be at the cemetery, I'm sure you know which one. Be there at eight tonight, or my boys will be extremely hurt if you don't show up. Goodbye.

Your dearest friend,
Mr.H[/i][/quote]

Apocalypse snapped, and tore the paper to pieces than ran off down the street, his feet carrying him as fast as he could go, and then some with his rage building and causing an adrenaline rush. Apocalypse had jumped the gun, it wasn't near eight o'clock, but he still made his way to the cemetery, the very place his wife, and daughter rested eternally side by side. Outside the cemetery Apocalypse spotted a man standing by his wife's tombstone, he stopped in his traces trying to get a glimpse of what he was doing. The man was swaying his hips side to side, and back and forth, and a yellow liquid came forth covering the tombstone, he was urinating on his wife's tombstone! Apocalypse's eyes grew wide, his lips quivered as he grinds his teeth across each other back and forth, his hands shook, and he began to breath heavily as the anger sent him over the edge. Apocalypse ran though the gate and over the grass literally leaping over gravestones in his path, as he came upon the man just as he finished his business, Apocalypse grabbed a lump of his hair pulling him backwards to the ground.

The man crawled backward shocked by the early appearance of Apocalypse. Apocalypse recognized the man, he was the thug giving orders that night, he was the man who scared him, and he was the man who lit the fire that eventually brought forth the explosion that engulf his family and took their lives. Apocalypse grinned, and laughed sadistically realizing a small bit of revenge was at hand. Apocalypse kicked the thug across the face, his teeth knocked loose, and blood spewing from his mouth.

"I-am [b]really[/b] going to enjoy this. I've waited a long time to get my hands on you, and your buddies. But I guess they'll just have to wait." Apocalypse said with a harsh tone as he held the man down with his foot. "You have the nerve to do what you did to my wife, my child, and then do this? You have guts, and normally I'd respect that. But in your case, I'm just assuming it to be complete stupidity. Stupidity you're going to have to die for."

Apocalypse bent down grasping him by the throat, and lifting him off the ground and into the air with one hand. Apocalypse's grip tightened slowly, as his left hand pummeled his midsection with jabs. Apocalypse dropped his prey, and put his arm around his neck squeezing tightly. His intentions were clear it was time to snap the neck of the very murderous bastard that killed his family, and just as his was ready to twist that son of a b*****s head off, Apocalypse felt something sting his neck. Apocalypse held his prey with his left arm as he pulled something from his neck to look at it, it was a tranquilizer. The tranquilizer was powerful, but apparently not strong enough as he went back trying to snap the thugs neck. Another tranquilizer hit him in the back of the neck, this time it's effect were immediate combine with the other tranquilizer.

Apocalypse's grip loosened, he fell to his knee dizzy and confused, his prey had risen back to his feet and kicked Apocalypse in the face knocking him to the ground, and slowly he slipped into unconsciousness.

Hours later Apocalypse began to stir, he slowly awoke with a pounding headache. He attempted to sit up, but only banged his head. He was cloaked in darkness, and apparently confined in a very small space. He reached for a lighter he kept in his pocket, and took it out lighting it up to provide himself with a source of light. As the light projected upon the walls, he realized he was, in fact, in a coffin, and could only assume by the cold air within that he was either in a freezer, or, more logically, buried alive beneith the surface.

Apocalypse's fists pounded away at the coffin lid, it didn't budge in the least. His roars of anger, and rage can only be heard by his ears now. Standing above ground the same three thugs he was aquatinted with years ago have buried him in a coffin.

"What the f**k took you a**holes so long?" The bloody mouthed thug questioned the others. They began to make excuses but was cut off. "Know what? I don't care. It was all still worth it seeing that punk *** b***h's face when he caught me pissing on his old lady's grave. It was priceless, and now this-this was just too much. Well, I doubt he's too happy down there, but hey-at least he's got a place next to his charred family."

The thugs laughed hysterically as they walked away, and drove off after getting into a car waiting for them outside of the cemetery. Apocalypse wouldn't give up though, he would for hours on end smash away at the coffin attempting to do something, to do anything that may enable him to escape his grave, he wasn't ready to go now, not now, nor would he. He was determined to get those men, and put them six feet deep.

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple][i]Somewhere in a city of millions, billions, of people, a cab driver laughed. It had been luck that she had chosen his car, she could have waved down the one before him.

But here she was in all her glory. Her hair was long, dark and wavy, the type that lured men like him into bed. In the evening sun her eyes were almost the color of fire and outlined with dark makeup, a startlingly sexy contrast.

The cab driver wet his lips and crushed out his cigarette as his gaze wandered all over her body. He was careful not to let her see him ogling her in the review mirror, she would suspect something was wrong. But she was so lucious, so exotic that the man would have deemed her an Arabian princess had he not known any better.

He laughed to himself again. He had her in his borrowed cab, what was stopping him from driving away from her destination and having his way with her? He was a big man, there was no doubt that he far out muscled her. Then again, her file was shady. It seemed as though bits and pieces had been thrown away, nipped out of the record by associates who had the power to do so. Everyone else told him that she was indeed a criminal.

Such a beautiful one at that. The driver thought of his wife and kids at home...no man could truly deny his lust for a good looking piece of meat, could he? He thought about his position on the force, and ruled it out of the question. Work before play, he thought with a twinge of sorrow, work before play.[/color][/i]

[size=1]Oi, yuck, I hate it when I write poorly...[/size]

[Charles]

He speaks low and won't say much.

The limo driver keeps trying to force some kind of conversation out of him; he figures a guy oughtta be happy to talk about the place he was born in, no matter how bad it is. But, Genocide won't string no more than four or five words together about it. Maybe he's scraping up old, long-ago memories. You can share good memories with someone who's not an ace-boon coon, but not the bad ones.

This is where he'd made his start, all right. Back then, they dealt for almost anything, partly out of a desire for the stuff and partly to beat the system. He started with fermented prunes, fruit wines, and strained shellac--all home made, of course. Later, it was goof balls, benzedrine, splits, and green money that floated around regularly. They all packed a kick.

Sometimes the pressure became too much to bear, as it does with all cons, who seeking a release from the overpowering hatred against a society that make canaries out of human beings, let out their aggressions on one another.

Litter and dust kicked up into a wild swirl of dangerous particles as the limousine whooshed down the street. Genocide presses his fingers against the window, thumbing out homeless scavengers, who compete with birds and vermin to obtain the precious crumbs of discarded food.

The people in a dilapidated wreck don't look up to George Washington, John Kennedy, Britney Spears, or Christopher Columbus. No. They have their own heroes. Pictures of the beloved "Abraham Lincoln" decorate gray, cracked walls, sure. But its Genocide's name that tattoos the bricks in graffiti. And that means more than any mural ever could. It means he owns this place. After all, his name is on it.

"Who did you say you're visiting," the driver says.

"I didn't."

Genocide pauses and says "An old friend--from the neighborhood."

On the window, he runs his thumb downward, tracing the frost, and he completes a crude drawing of the letter "H."

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple]I just had a crazy random memory pop up about the Master de Bators while reading Charles' signature and holy ****, I was a part of that! I've been here too long ^_^;

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[i]It took Dria too long to realize that they weren't on the way to the spot she had designated to the driver as her drop off. By the time her mind wandered back from fretting over Apocolypse's offer, she noticed that they weren't even in the correct borough, much less the right neighborhood.[/i]

"Excuse me, sir," [i]Dria tapped on the thick plastic wall that separated the front and back seats when the driver didn't respond,[/i] "we're in the Bronx."

[i]So she had finally noticed,[/i] "I know. It's a shortcut."

"********. Where are we going?"

"It's a shortcut, I told ya." [i]He risked a glance back at her. The color had risen in her cheeks, was she upset? Worried? Annoyed?[/i]

"Then stop here and I'll get out. There's a subway station not far from here."

[i]Despite her words, the taxi sped up. She smelled foul play.

And as soon as that very thought had run across her mind, the car swung viciously [if a car could be said to do so] to the left, sending her slamming headlong into the right passenger door.

Stars errupted as Dria's head made contact with the door handle, dazing her long enough for the driver to avert into an alleyway. Before she could crawl into a position that warranted any sort of helpful action, the driver had wrenched open the door and pointed his pistol in her face.[/i]

"Get out." [i]Gone were his accent and friendly tone, replaced by a harsh voice that scraped cold along Dria's insides. A pig voice; a cop.[/i] "Get out of the car with your hands where I can see them."

[i]Well ****. She didn't have time to reach her gun, he'd react before she did. She saw nothing to do but comply with his request. As she scooted across the seat, head throbbing and hands up by her face Dria became frustrated.

It was in that moment that she decided she wasn't about to be taken advantage of again that day, she was a bit sick of being the weak one. Her temper rose as the man, the cop, cited off her rights and pushed her belly hard against the car. He wasn't gentle with her arms, but somehow found the audacity to touch her *** and linger more than once.

She simply couldn't stand it. As soon as he clipped the first ring of the cuffs on her wrist, Dria kicked up and made hard contact with his groin. As he doubled over in shock and pain she spun and laid a booted foot into his neck, sending him sprawling onto the ground. His gun skidded noisily across the dirty pavement and he made a brave attempt to crawl up and retrieve it.[/i]

"No!" [i]Dria reached it first and kicked it far out of his reach,[/i] "No, no, no!" [i]If anyone had happened upon the scene just then they would have seen a beautiful woman acting like a child throwing an extremely heated temper tantrum.[/i] "I will NOT be punked by anyone else today! Or this week, or month! I won't!" [i]She stamped a foot as if to prove her point the way a child would.[/i]

[i]The cop looked bewildered, thrown off guard by her sudden outburst. He attempted to stand up and lunge at her when he recovered from the fall, but her temper sent her foot sailing into his face.[/i]

"I wasn't joking!" [i]Dria drew her gun and trained it on him, the man who now looked beaten with blood trickling down from his forehead.[/i] "I'm leaving now. And you can send people after me, but I'm not going to deal with it kindly." [i]Her eyes narrowed,[/i] "You shoudln't have messed with me. Now I'm pissed, and they people I know will be pissed, too."

[i]She gave him one last harrowing look and stalked out of the alleyway, gun barrel aimed at him until she disappeared around the corner. [/i][/color]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Oh my poor broken body....*nurses second degree sunburns...*
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[i]Luyii cleaned up after the dog, hung up the leash and ruffled Juu's hair. She had already replaced the two blades, using fettish neatness that would've scared anyone unused to her.

She left a message with Genocide that ran something like this:

"She took the job, you owe me big."

Luyii was never one to mince words either way..... The buzzer went off, she ignored it, Dria always did that. Ten seconds later, the door opened and the queen herself walked in. Luyii looked up from her menial tasks and smiled quietly.[/i]

"What took you?"

"An undercover cop/bad taxi driver."

"Why is it that I get the sex and you get the violence?"

[i]At this point Juu hollered from the kitchen.[/i]

"Because I'm too young for both!"

"The dearie has a point..."

"So did you call him? Say yes before I cry."

"Of course. But why would you cry?"

[i]Dria shook her head helplessly and rubbed her bruising throat. Luyii massaged her shoulders, guiding her into the bedroom while she was at it.[/i][/COLOR]

[The Vampire: Ed]

The night came, and the city appeared to be dead, dead like the corpses of the graveyard. Faints grunts, and hideous sounds of something roaring like a beast is heard. Apocalypse was still trapped inside of the casket, but he hadn't simply given up. Using nothing but his switch blade, bare hands, and unadulterated brute force, Apocalypse had managed to break out of the coffin, and began to dig himself free from the moist soil. His hands erupted from the ground covered in dirt and wooden splinters, slowly he pulled himself free and collapsed upon the ground totally exhausted.

"So--close..." Apocalypse groaned as he attempts to stand.

It was hard to tell if he was even human, barley an inch of his flesh was visible, but that was the last thing on his mind. Apocalypse struggled once more to get to his feet, and succeeded stumbling towards his wife, and daughter's tombstones. Apocalypse coughed dirt, and choked on his own saliva as he cleared his throat kneeling before the tombstones. He bowed his head, and thought of them, their faces forever etched upon his memory. Apocalypse was filled with anger, because he had missed his opportunity to kill the bastards who murdered his wife, and daughter. But he vowed, to his wife and daughter, he would have another chance, and when the time came he would not fail.

Apocalypse stood himself up, and left the graveyard dragging his aching body home, or as far as he could go. He didn't know what the future held for him, nor did he know what he would do if he finally does succeed in slaying Mr.H, and his goons, but he didn't care. He only had one thought on his mind, and that was revenge. Perhaps, Dria had taken him up on his offer, maybe she would be the one to lead him to his ultimate goal, even though it was he who first betrayed her by murdering Ren, he felt guilt for that now. Or perhaps Genocide, as he did in the past, will help him get what he's been after for years now. Apocalypse doesn't know, but he intends to find out tomorrow.

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple][i]Luyii was talking, but Dria couldn't listen. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep still fully clothed, curled into a tight ball under the covers.

Her whole body lent itself to a miniscule ache, the kind that one couldn't pinpoint well enough to take care of. But the aches grew as Dria's sleep deepened and drowned her slumber with eerie dreams filled with shadows. The edges of her vision seemed to be hazed with red, and she slipped feverishly in and out of darkness and dreams.

Nightmares didn't invade Dria's nighttimes often. She had learned at an early age to block out painful memories and overcome hardships. She accepted life as it was, even if all of her hurt silently gnawed her up insde.

Dreams with Luyii and Juu came and went that night, even if they hadn't been filled with their usual smiles. Dark alleyways inevitably dominated most of Dria's sleep, alleyways filled with huge black monsters throwing money in her face.

And it continued to be a restless night. Luyii heard Dria's mattress squeaking constantly as she shifted about in her dreams. Twice the elder Sister threw things at her, but Dria merely muttered things and kept up her constant movement.

When she awoke the next morning there were small beads of sweat gathering on her brow, and her muscles hurt all over. Dria ignored the alarm clock and opted to stay in bed; she was overdue for a good long personal day.[/color][/i]

[Raiha]

[color=royalblue][i]When she woke up again, several hours later, her head was resting on Luyii's lap. Luyii was watching her through those pale eyes, smiling softly. She resed her palms on her neck and shoulders, massaging them slowly. She could tell that something had changed. Her body shifted, and she felt the silk sheets brush on bare skin. Naked. That explained it. She could hear Juu outside watering the plants, but could feel Luyii's breath on her ear.[/i]

"Good afternoon."

"...hi."

"You gave me a bit of a scare when you tried to knock yourself out."

"Nightmare."

[i]Luyii checked the remark before it happened. She opened the vial and pulled the covers back. Dria started, then relaxed. Eucalyptus oil. With practised ease, Luyii trailed some down her chest and rubbed it in slowly. Moving gently, with measured moves. Dria settled back, unwilling to move.[/i]

"Are you well?"

"....I'm fine Luyii."

"I know that's horse hockey, but I'll let you relax instead."[/color]

[Charles]

Genocide goes up to Carlos' pad. He gets some cold Manischewitz wine and pus some sounds on and they just start to bullsh*t. They get around to talking about the old days of cops and robbers. They get around to talking about the lack of coins in their pockets, as of late.

Carlos gets up and goes to the mirror and combs his hair.

"Man, there has to be a way to make some good bread off this 'H' situation," Genocide says.

"Let's get together," Carlos says as he knots his tie, "and make some fast money."

Little Carlos, the smooth coolie. Genocide sits on the edge of the bed and watches his fingers through the twists of a Windsor knot. They have become skintight friends since the days of their youth. Carlos is about a year older than Genocide and taller by about three inches. But, Genocide has the good looks that make the broads bounce.

"Jesus, G," he says, straightening his tie, "all the times we've talked about being big-time and now you're it."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Genocide says, "I go for the idea of making fast money, but in this situation, the question is how."

Genocide makes a face, trying not to remember Mr. H's growing dominance on the corners, where caged-up value stores and boarded up pizza joints are only a makeshift guise for the romantic underworld of street pharmaceuticals.

"What about your cat Apocalypse," Carlos says, "That's one crazy mother."

Genocide shrugs his shoulders.

"You know I'm trying to use that to our advantage already," Genocide says, "Dria seems to remind him of his daughter. I'm hoping that she fully brings back his memories. He's very unstable."

"Goodness," Carlos says in a fake voice and with that his body relaxes.

Genocide looks at him cooly and says, "Lucky the boys didn't kill him. His sick, morbid obsession with his daughter might just make him the wildcard we need right now. He's even begun to stalk Dria, from what I've heard."

A regular modern-day Frankenstein.

[BabyGirl]

[color=purple]"Nah." [i]Luyii was ripping up lettuce and throwing it into a large salad bowl[/i], "She'll feel too useless lying in bed all day. Always has."

"So there was a cop following her last night?" [i]Juu paused from chopping tomatoes and spun the knife between her fingers[/i].

"More likely than not. From what I gather she had an encounter with an undercover pig, kicked his *** and then walked away. However, I'm not sure about those bruises on her neck. I'm pretty sure that the cops wouldn't want her strangled to death." [i]There was disgust in Luyii's voice.[/i]

"If she's being followed, then so are we."

"Not neccessarily. Dria's crime history is fairly extensive, they could want her on any number of things."

[i]Juu was concerned, the last thing she wanted was any of them going to jail,[/i] "Things we're not connected with?"

[i]Luyii sighed,[/i] "I don't know. Dria still does little side jobs, she's only cut back now because of Genocide. So it's very possible that there are many things we don't yet know about."

[i]Dria appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, clad in a short silk robe with her hair tumbling down the front[/i], "If you're going to talk about me, at least include me in the conversation." [i]She gave them an honest grin when they laughed, and joined them at the counter.[/i]

"Feel like cutting up some vegetables?" [i]But Juu pushed the carrots in front of her before she could answer, grinning up at her in victory of escaping the tedious task.[/i]

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"Well it looks like she got the best of you, Jack."

[i]Frank Jack scowled,[/i] "She caught me off guard."

[i]The Captian laughed,[/i] "Sure, sure. We just need more time on this girl, I suppose we underestimated her."

[i]Jack rolled his eyes,[/i] "No ****?"

"Watch it, Jack. Don't be sore because a girl beat you up."

[i]Jack's frown simply deepened.[/i]

"If she really is connected with this 'H' guy, then I guess we need to approach the situation with more caution. We don't know how many underlings he has working for him." [i]The Captian took a gulp of his cold coffee,[/i] "We just chose the wrong person to start with, that's all. We need to start lower, someone who has less...[i]strength[/i]." [i]He paused and cocked his head at Jack,[/i] "You had better still be up for this case, because I'm keeping you on it."

[i]Jack pursed his lips, thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe, just maybe, it was the break that he needed[/i], "Sure, Captain. I'll stay on it."

[i]And so the wild goose chase continued.[/i][/color]

[The Vampire: Ed]

Apocalypse's home was dead silent, save for the sound of running water from the shower. The dirt washed from his body giving the water a muddy appearance as it swirled around the drain. Apocalypse's torso was covered in scars from years of dirty work, the people whom attempted to fight back before he slaughtered them like cattle only left reminders, badges, of his murderous deeds. His shower ended, and all though he was still sore from the previous night, he seemed to feed off of it. Apocalypse draped a towel around his lower body, and exited the bath room into the empty living room. He grabbed his coat off the wall held up by a hook, and proceeded into his bedroom, the room that once belonged to his daughter. It was disturbing to see what he had done to the rooms contents, the way he so neatly placed the shredded remains of stuffed animals and Barbie dolls seem sick. It was all topped off by the rooms walls being cover in photos of his wife and daughter, more so his daughter than his wife. They even covered the ceiling.

Apocalypse grabbed the clothes he had left on the bed, and dress himself as usual in nothing but black. He ran a finger over the scar upon his face, it was habit he had since he received it. He sat on the bed, it's covers displaying bunnies and flowers, then pulled an envelope from his trench coat sitting beside him. It was an older, more decrepit envelope than the one he intended to hand over to Dria, the one filled with cash he had received by doing Genocide's bidding. This envelope had the word's "New employees" written on it, which seemed to contain information of someone. Apocalypse opened the flap, and spilled the contents out into his right hand. It was several photos, all of which were of the three sorority sisters, Luyii, Juu, and of course Dria.

Apocalypse began weeding out the photos he did not want tossing them to the floor at his feet, by the time he was finished only pictures of Dria remained. He stared at them from what seemed to be an eternity, then finally he stood up and walked over to the wall directly in front of him. He placed a close up of Dria next to a close up to his daughter, and he was shocked to see they indeed possessed a lot of similar traits. The only difference was that Dria was much older, but he could still see it. He was reminded of his daughter when he was face to face with Dria back in that alley, but he didn't know exactly why. He had been in the presence of these photos the whole time, and yet he never noticed it. As a matter of fact Apocalypse took out Dria's pictures almost daily to gaze upon her eerily familiar face, and now he knew why.

"So beautiful-" Apocalypse said as he ran his fingers over Dria's face. "Like my daughter. I've missed her everyday since she was murdered, and for some reason I've never noticed why it was that I've felt compelled to see Dria's face. Now, I know. That's why I felt oddly angered by her fling with that guy, and that's why I enjoyed killing him more so than I usually enjoyed killing. He was messing with my baby, my sweet little girl."

Apocalypse for the first time smiled in joy as he held Dria's picture close to his heart, he seemed to have lost a bit more of his sanity with this revelation, he truly began to believe Dria was his daughter. Apocalypse was indeed more disturbed by his daughter's death than everyone believed.