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Post by Killer on Sept 19, 2009 17:47:46 GMT -5
((Killer has a nasty personality and a foul mouth. You have been warned, he will swear and swear often.))
Killer sucked on the cigarette one last time and then flicked it on the ground, he ground it with the heel of his boot and surveyed the surrounding people. He rubbed his teeth with tongue and blew out the smoke, letting it cloud his vision mometarily. He stuck his thumbs in his pockets and leaned back against the wall.
His knife was cool in his back pocket, the scars covering his arms were evident since his shirt sleeves were rolled up. There were stories to those scars. Stories he enjoyed but wasn't going to tell. They involved a girl from his home town, a nasty accusation, and some fights. He jeered at a couple passing kids and they scurried along, throwing glances at him every couple of feet.
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Post by Poet on Sept 19, 2009 17:58:07 GMT -5
"HEY YOU SONOFA...."Her voice rang as she ran after a kid about 13 years old who took off with her pack of smokes. Poet slid to a hault losing the kid in her sight when he took off into a distant crowd,"I swear I'll strangle the kid if he ever crosses my path again,"she cursed under her breath. She sighed and shoved her hands forcefully into her pockets and kicked at the ground as she stood there for a moment. "great jus' friggin great, little a** stole my fuggin cigarettes..."she growled to herself. She took her hat off her head and threw it angrily not caring where it fell. Her eyes followed it as she looked up and it fell at the feet of a guy she had never seen before. She tilted her head and contemplated whether to go pick it up or just leave it and walk away. She bit her lip, stupid nervous habit and took a few steps forward. She looked around of course the lot was empty as always except for kids passing through. She didn't know what to expect as she walked toward the guy, he seemed to be the type to rip someone's throat out, but she really could care less at this point, she was lacking in her nicotine and now her hat lay at his feet,"Hey you...."she managed looking at him and stopping about 3 feet away from him.
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Post by Killer on Sept 19, 2009 18:02:44 GMT -5
Killer raised his eyebrows at the girl as she chased the boy, he felt like walking away but stopped when her hat fell at his feet. He placed his boot on it and dug it into the ground, then he kicked it away from himself. "I don't want your nasty hat anywhere near me, got that whore?"
He sneered and lit up again, sucking the cigarette smoke deep into his lungs. He blew out and pushed himself away from the wall. The girl had come too close to him. This time, he settled a little further down the wall and let his hand wander to his back pocket.
((Fawn apologizes for Killer. He is a very bad boy. *Bows and begs forgiveness*))
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Post by Poet on Sept 19, 2009 18:09:26 GMT -5
Poet tilted her head at his words and didn't respond right away, she actually contemplated his words, and took them in, in a sense she actually knew part of that statement was probably true. She roughly ran a hand through her hair and glared at him,"that's real mature boyo, at least I could prolly get more guys then you could get goils,"she hissed as she picked up her hat and shoved it in her back pocket. At the same time she reached into her left pocket making sure she still had her blade she had had for years, but realized she leant it to Hunter the other day. She leaned against the wall and eyed him up and down, he was quite attractive so she knew her words were probably not true. She looked down slightly before looking back up at him, a death glare in her pretty eyes. She spat from where she stood intentionally at his feet, and watched it land on his shoes. She knew she was pushing it but she didn't care any more, she was beyond caring any more at this point.
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Post by Killer on Sept 19, 2009 18:20:35 GMT -5
Killer's laugh was hard and cold. "Yeah, like I care. I've had girls, they ain't worth s***, especially girls like you." He puffed on the cigarette again. Killer rolled his neck slightly. If she thought she was queen bee, she had another thing coming. He had met a girl like her once. And he had placed his hands around her neck until she stopped being queen bee. If this girl pushed him, he'd do it to her too.
Killer looked down at his shoe. Then he looked back up at her. "Clean my boot off. Now." He snarled, flicking his cigarette away. He was quicker then a flash and he grabbed her by the back of the neck-not the hair, girls could get out of that to easily. He threw her to the ground and stood over her, his hand increasing its' pressure. "Now, clean my boots off, bitch." he spat at her, flicking out his switchblade and holding it to her throat. "Or else your pretty little head is gonna be used as a kick ball." He sneered, enjoying this. Yes, there was nothing like this in the world. Nothing like squeezing them until they couldn't be squeezed anymore.
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Post by Poet on Sept 19, 2009 18:28:17 GMT -5
Poet looked up at him her eyes held all seriousness, no fear, even though she could feel her heart racing,"Go ahead, do it, every god damn newsie in New York will be after you in mobs, by the dozens, by the hundreds if you harm me at all,"she said. She knelt there glaring up at him,"go for it, just do it, I ain't afraid of you, I've gone through hell and back boyo, if you think yer gonna get meh to cry, or tremble at yer fugging sh** yer mistaken and yer wasting yer time,"she growled.
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Post by Killer on Sept 19, 2009 18:34:21 GMT -5
Killer smirked. "Fine. What's your favorite part of your face?" He asked, he pressed the blade into her throat, causing a small cut which bled alot. He then placed the knife on her shoulder, he traced a thin line down her arm. He sneered. "Where's your f***ing newsies now?" He asked her, laughing pleasurably.
He pressed her face into the dirt. "Now, clean my boots. You see, I would rather have blood on them then your f***in spit." He spat in her hair and released her, kicking her hard in the ribs and away from him, he leaned back against the wall and light another cigarette, still holding the bloody knife in his right hand.
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Post by Poet on Sept 19, 2009 18:48:34 GMT -5
She let out a small groan with every wound he made, wincing but when he kicked her she screamed but bit down hard on her lip to keep herself quiet so hard her lip began bleeding now. "Yer just an a**...."she managed through the taste of blood dripping down her throat. She scowled and managed to wrap an arm around her torso where he'd kicked her. She managed to get up on her knees again and she spat out blood infront of her,"it's people like you who were kicked around when they was young, used, and mistreated and they turn around and do the same thing to others.....its people like you who have no sympathy, no sense of direction or guidance, its people like you who will be alone forever if they don't change..."she breathed out before spitting out more blood and cringing slightly at the pain from her cuts now. She was pleading on the inside that someone would come along, Jack, Irish, hell even Spot....but she knew there was probably no hope.
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Post by Killer on Sept 19, 2009 19:11:02 GMT -5
Killer laughed. "I don't give a s*** about bein' alone forever. Suits me just fine." he looked at her, then bent down and put his cigarette out in her hand. "Remember this cupcake, I've killed before, I've killed girls prettier and tougher then you. If you think your beauty gonna's save you, you have another thing comin'."
He smirked and stood. "I'll kill again if I have to. And if a certain brunette bimbo goes missin', well, just more water-or should I say blood-under the bridge." He kicked dirt in her face, cleaned his blade on her dress and pocketed and turned, beginning to walk away. "If you think I'm scared of a bunch of punks with slingshots, think again." He then mock-winked at her and left her on the ground, bleeding.
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Post by Poet on Sept 19, 2009 19:16:47 GMT -5
(makes me sad lol jk maybe you should have Irish come by and take care of her..)
Poet knelt there hanging her head and her hair fell into her pale face, she could feel the blood drip down her neck, her arm, her shoulder. She could taste the blood in her mouth, she could feel her body break down trembling as soon as he was out of sight. She wrapped her arms around her body and knelt there as tears finally broke through pouring down her face,she wanted to get up, she wanted to go home, but she couldn't her body was numbing, she couldn't focus. She began rocking back and forth slightly as she leaned forward her whole body shaking uncontrollably.
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Post by Malleus on Sept 22, 2009 23:19:21 GMT -5
So far, Malleus's day had been not been anything to brag about. He'd already broken up three fights among some of the younger boys in his borough (two of which were among the same group of boys) after the second fight among the same group, he'd been forced to supervise them as they went about making their sales which caused him to miss lunch and reach the end of the day with half of his papes still tucked under his arms. After all, with a bunch of cute young kids nearby, who'd want to buy from someone who looked like he could have kids of his own? Now to make things worse, Just when he's finally been able to leave those kids to their own devices, he'd run out of cigarettes. By this time, he was in serious need of a smoke so he decided to cut through the empty lot to shave off a minute or two.
Before his feet even touched the mixture of barren dirt a dying grass that covered the lot, he could sense that something was wrong. There was a strange stillness in the air despite the bustle of the foot traffic on the street only feet away. It wasn't long before he spotted the source of his unrest. Accross the lot, near the rear of an old, run down building not unlike the lodging house was a girl crouched on the ground and shaking like a leaf. He imediately dropped his papes (as if he was ever going to sell all of them this late in the day, anyhow) and rushed to her side. As he got closer, he noticed that she was bleeding rather profusely from a cut on her neck. His heart skipped a beat as his mind immediately flew to the worst case scenario but she seemed to be breathing alright and there was nobody around anymore so it couldn't be that deep. If throat had been slit completely, she'd have to be dead by now. "Hey, you okay, kid?" he asked the girl trying, with only a marginal amount of success, to keep the panic out of his voice as he gave her a gentle shake. He couldn't see the girl's face too well as it was bowed toward the ground, but he didn't recognize her as one of his girls. Either way, he needed to get her some help, nobody was going to die in his borough, newsie or not.
((I realize that Malleus would know Poet pretty well since they're both leaders, but he can't see her face very well and he's never seen her like this before so he doesn't recognize her yet))
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Post by Poet on Sept 23, 2009 20:08:22 GMT -5
(ok)
She felt the shaking of someone nudging her trying to make sure she was ok, well not ok, but responsive. She recognized the voice of Malleus and she couldn't believe he'd have to see her like this. She looked up at him, her hair falling out of her face to reveal her unforgettable eyes, full of tears. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn't find words, this was embarrassing, she knew she was hurt badly, but her worst problem going through her mind was the fact that another leader had to see her like this. She could feel the numbing around her stomach and she knew it had to be bruising already, the blood in her mouth was making her sick to her stomach and the blood on her neck and shoulder she could feel was beginning to dry slowly. She blinked slightly as her eyes met Malleus's and she didn't move her arms from around herself. "Malleus....."she managed, she didn't know what else to say.
She attempted to tilt her head but winced and groaned in pain from the cut. She knew that she must look horrible, nobody had eveer seen her in this type of conditin, where she didn't look like her pretty self. She looked down for a moment blinking a few times, her vision was slowly blurring in and out but she refused to let herself go unconcious. "I.....I don't know, it just happened.....I messed up...."she muttered through her light sobs. She wondered foolishly if he would think of her differently now.
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Post by Malleus on Oct 28, 2009 22:00:42 GMT -5
Malleus's heart skipped a beat as he saw Poet's face looking up at him from the ground. "Poet...oh my God" instinctually crossing himself , his eyes wide and disbelieving. He slowly knelt down beside her and reached out to gingerly touch the cut on her shoulder as if to make sure that it was really there. As soon as he pulled his hand away, the shock on his face transformed into an uncharcteristic rage "Who did this to you?" he asked her, his voice shaking with anger. Usually he was a relatively easygoing guy but one thing that he couldn't stand was grown men being violent toward the fairer sex. He had slipped into that pattern when he was younger but he had only been a boy then. A man should should be above that. "He didn't, do anything else to you did he?" surpressing a burgeoning sense of panic as he thought of his own 'youthful exploits' and what they had usually entailed. He couldn't imagine something so horrible happening to someone who he knew. ((Sorry it took me so insanely long to reply  )) |
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Post by Poet on Nov 11, 2009 17:38:54 GMT -5
As she watched Malleus's eyes grow wide, and his expression turn from worry to a mix of anger she cringed slightly. She felt him touch the wound and she winced softly between her clenched teeth. She looked into his eyes, her own helpless, and fearful as he asked questions. Part of her just didn't care who the man was any more, and the other part urged that she find outas soon as she was in a position to. She shook her head when he asked if the man had done anything else to her.
"No Mal...he didn't....I dunno who he was...right now I don' realleh care....I jus' need help ok? can ya do that fer meh? can ya help meh get this taken care of?"she asked him softly, her voice abit shaky but not much as she wiped her eyes from on coming tears.
((it's ok I haven't been on lately))
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