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Post by shea on Apr 28, 2010 0:16:35 GMT 1
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Shea woke up in the morning and rose her arms up, completely forgot where she was until she noticed the window. Clear of any obstruction. A smile reached her mouth and she moved on with her day. It wasn't a bad day quiet nice actually, nothing really filled her mind but it was far from empty. Walking away from the main buildings she moved closer to the 'Abandoned' ones. A long plaid trench coat covered her body, warm weather never stopped Shea from putting on a coat or hoodie.
The smile from earlier was still plastered on her pale skin as she walked threw the doors of an asylum, She wanted to see if all were the same. Stepping threw the doors made memories flood back to her.....
"It's been 4 days with out water, and 7 with out food doctor." She heard a voice outside her room say. Shea looked up, she had forgotten how long it had been, her hunger had stopped two days ago until she remembered she hadn't eaten, and her cracked lips were easy to forgot. "She needs something to keep her going." A loud thud was heard out side of her door before the food slot was opened up. A women with deep red finger nail polish slide in the best thing Shea had seen in awhile. Mashed potatoes, noodles, and a chicken leg. Also behind that was a gallon of water. Shea jumped down and shoved the food down like a savage. That wasn't the longest time she went with out food or water either...
Shea looked around , her eyes went from almost black back to normal. It looked the same, older for sure but the same as the one she had been admitted too. The smile faded as she saw a gurney in an empty room, a child laugh slipped her lips, if you didn't know any better you would think she was insane. Running into the room at full speed and jumped ff the ground, landing feet first on the gurney. It slammed into the wall and snapped both of the front wheels sending Shea into the wall head first. She fell down unconscious, blood streaming down her eye. After a few second she woke up and placed her hand on her eye brow and smirked. She busted it open. One of the lamest ways she had injured her self to.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 5, 2010 22:52:53 GMT 1
Last night I had a revalation, somehow I have to make you pay. Its all about manipulation and what it takes to get my way. I dont believe in soft solutions, No one hurts me and goes free. I play on your fears, I leave you in tears. You never be the same again.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] Zack was in the mood to torment, abuse and generally annoy someone. Granted his mood seldom lifted from that scenario but this time it varied as he was openly choosing to do so rather then he felt someone deserved his attentions. In his mind he was balancing out the karma, a sort of safety net for the future so that he built up his protection now so if things fucked up later he wouldn’t need to ‘re fuel’ and make a bad situation worse. It would take some searching to find the logic in that but it was there somewhere, enough to mean Zack felt ok with his plan and carrying it out. But where to go and who to chose? It had to be right, pick to weak a student and they will just burst into tears... where was the fun in such a lame target? Then the other extreme was the utter psychos who went nuts if you blinked at them wrong or put there pencil out of place. Zack stayed clear of those whack jobs, not wanting to be affiliated with such people. “Hmm..” Zack thought to himself as his feet took him towards the old asylum but his emotionless expression hardly changed. Not a sigh, not a frown not even a small smirk at the irony of the place. Just blankness as he stared at the building before finding someone had already broken in. One of many though probably.
It was easy for him to walk unnoticed across the floorboards, silent mostly but for the faintest sound of a body moving through air. Purple eyes gazed around the dim room and feel upon a dark shape moving to the next room, someone was here to and they were human. It seemed Zack had found his vent and walked on to see the girl, as he now saw take a running jump to a gurney and proceed to slam into the wall. It took mighty strength not to laugh but it seemed she was unconscious now so it wouldn’t matter and breaking composure Zack did let out a faint chuckle as he stepped forward and gave her body a small kick, you know, just to make sure she was still part of the living quarter.
Taking a step back as she came round Zack said nothing and just looked to her until he thought she might be somewhat aware he was there and gave a highly sarcastic slow applaud as if he was cheering her for some well executed move. “Ten points.” He said darkly, mostly as his natural speaking tone was deep rather then he was particularly aiming to be mean, this time. Yes it was not the most witty thing to say but it was just asking to be said, had to be said. If a insult was there then Zack would take it, no matter how over used. “Do it again.” He added seeming quite serious as he eyed her then the gurney and back again, not even crossing his mind to offer help for the hole she had put in her skull. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by shea on May 8, 2010 0:26:25 GMT 1
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- Shea let the blood trickle down her eye, after all her favorite color was red why not tint the whole room that color. After a few seconds there was a throbbing hot pain in her side, placing her hand on her side her eyes caught shoes. However these shoes were connected to pants … which was on a boy. Tilting her head she sent a glare at him with the strange feeling he caused the pain in her side. She listened to him the glare replaced with a very sarcastically happy look.
She bounced up to her feet and giggled. “Is that really what you thought?” Pacing around him a finger dragging across his torso she smiled. “ I was thinking a 6 maybe 6 and a half…hmmm” she floated off in thought, her finger dropped from his chest. Her eyes met his.” Can you do better?” Her voice was taunting and meant to push him. But by his demeanor and the look in his eyes it probably made her seem a little silly.
Today was still a good, a little cloudier now then what it was when she first walked into this building. So it just got a little darker then? A small devilish plan floated threw her mind and she giggled again, it echoed throughout the asylum. She turned away from the boy not really caring to know his name or why he was there. She was in the mood to explore and climb and there were many places to do so in this building. Shea’s fore finger twitched and a small clump of dirt smacked the boy dead center in the back of the head. There was a different energy in the room since he had been in there, one that told her he wanted to have fun… in a different way that is.
Another giggle echoed throughout the building, Shea jumped up and landed almost gracefully on the front desk, reached up wrapped her arms around a beam and pulled herself up. Using complete upper body strength she climbed up a little higher, walked along the main support beam and sat down and looked at the boy. “Who are you?”
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 8:52:32 GMT 1
Last night I had a revalation, somehow I have to make you pay. Its all about manipulation and what it takes to get my way. I dont believe in soft solutions, No one hurts me and goes free. I play on your fears, I leave you in tears. You never be the same again.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] To give the girl some credit she didn’t mouth off some hurt reply about his comment or run off offended, or even give some half arsed comeback and make herself look plainly idiotic. She just smiled, which was odd in itself and simply talk to him. Maybe some sarcasm was there but that wasn’t a totally bad thing unless it got to much and then Zack would react. Now though this girl interested him enough to not harm her more beyond stopping her talking. “Why would I want to head but a wall?” Zack asked with a questioning frown and just stood staring ahead as she paced around him. Though he thought he probably could do better if he wanted and land without injuring himself. In truth he probably knock himself unconscious to start with having all the grace of a roller-skating octopus on meth, but he heal quicker from it which justified him being better, in his own mind of nobody elses. He wasn’t sure why he was taking the attitude from this girl thought, or the touching as even a finger to his skin was a punch worthy offence. In his mind this girl was a nutter and he only touched nutters if he had to, not wanting there ‘germs’ to cross over to him. Besides telling her to get off would do nothing, he did not think this girl would listen to requests or even threats much.
The following smack in the head with the dirt was enough to spark a volcanic eruption in Zacks head as he felt the impact. If he wasn’t in shock, really not expecting it he would have spun round and flattened the girl there and then and added a broken nose and fractured ribs to her list of complaints as well as some likely brain damage. His guard was down though stupidly and he just stared ahead as he clearly looked pissed and it took a monumental amount of strength to swallow the bile building inside him and let the action go. He wasn’t going to react, yet, not give her the show she was after and just let his clenched fist relax and his darkening eyes just went to there normal purple. Anger often blinded him but he needed to stay calm right now and just watched the girl again. Zack was on a very thin line here, he was a high class violent, a title he was proud of but brought with it some very high restrictions on behaviour. Losing it as he had done twice already this week would be third strike almost in a row and he be thrown into solitary. He didn’t want that, he hated being locked up and alone when he hadn’t chosen to be. He hated being controlled, nobody had the right to control him except himself.
Looking up as the girl clambered like a monkey onto the table and up to a beam, a light smile crossed Zacks lips as he watched her. He wasn’t going to follow again as he just didn’t have the ability and it would take to much to get up there and he didn’t want to look weak in front of her. Strongly Zack was very strong though but he couldn’t put it down other then in a punch or holding someone, in that sense opening a stiff jar defeated him as he couldn’t grip the lid. Then smashing the thing on the floor had the same result as taking the lid of so there was little problem... “The devil reincarnated, who the fuck are you?” Zack asked watching her somewhat hoping she was going to fall from the beam.
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Post by shea on May 8, 2010 18:56:55 GMT 1
The beam was creaking with the movements of her legs swinging back and for worth and she just sat there and starred, watching his reaction the same smile plastered on her face as before. With the way she was acting one would most likely assume she was here because she was insane, that’s only half the story. Shea was insane but really that’s not what you should watch out for. If something rubbed her the wrong she would snap so quick. Shea had black out many times and when she came through there’d be bodies. Only a few times did someone actually die, but mainly they were injured severely , there had been about 10 who ended up in coma’s. Insane like a little kid , but deadly as a viper. She knew what to look for in people for violence to and this….boy, had all the signs. She chuckled a deeper laugh this time, you would almost expect it to come out of the boy.
He must be one of the higher level violents here.. Shea smirked as her mind wandered. Now she wasnt one of the lower levels brought here, actualy you should be afraid to be around her in most cases. He controlled himself from doing something to her when the dirt clump smacked him. Probably to avoid getting in trouble. Shea shook her head and brought herself out of the dark abyss she calls her mind.
“I thought the devil was ‘the most beautiful’ angel…. What happened in your case?” Arching an eyebrow, she avoided his question, he hasn’t proved himself worthy of knowing her yet. Pushing her self up onto the beam, now standing she giggled, jumped off managing to do a back flip. Flicking her finger again the ground below her turn to a very soft dirt. Her landing was graceful, titling her head her face flat she starred at him. Almost for an eerie time with out blinking. It seemed the best way to get under his skin is to be well... different.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 8, 2010 19:44:39 GMT 1
Last night I had a revalation, somehow I have to make you pay. Its all about manipulation and what it takes to get my way. I dont believe in soft solutions, No one hurts me and goes free. I play on your fears, I leave you in tears. You never be the same again.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] Anyone else and comments like that would get you a smack in the face and probably lose a few teeth. But the fact it was said at all brought a smile to Zacks face and he chuckled lightly looking up to her. “Are you calling me ugly?” he questioned folding his arms across his chest with a faint smirk. Impossible. Nobody thought Zack was ugly, they thought he was many other things but he never been called unattractive before. Still, he was liking this chick even more now she had the girl balls to back talk him and watched her carefully. No longer wanting her to fall as that would mean she probably knock herself out and he have nobody to talk to.
He half thought she had fallen when she got up but somehow managed to land on the ground unhurt. He caught her stare and blinked wondering what she thought she was doing, frowning he gave her a shove back away to knock her out of it. “It cost you to look at me.” He added with a nod, in the sense it cost her money and cost her as nobody was allowed to stare at him. It was off putting and people did it far to much. It was rude to stare for a start and worse to make comments as so many so often did at Zack expense. Commenting on his eyes, his odd way of walking, his scars... It upset him a lot, those people got what was coming to them.
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Post by shea on May 8, 2010 20:34:21 GMT 1
Shea was surprised but his small little laugh, it was cute… and sweet and very soft. She smirked and didn’t laugh this time instead gave a genuine smile really for no reason at all.”Now I wouldn't go as far as to say ugly.” Finally she found the ‘human’ and somewhat normal in this devils reincarnation. “But maybe not the most beautiful angel.” Kicking her feet in the dirt she grinned up at him like a little kid staring at the ice cream man.. even though she never had that experience herself. Her parents never let her any where out once her anger got worse. She always thought it was for the better so what ever.
Taken back by being shoved , she lost her footing and tripped over a rather large rock. That along with the force he put on her sent her crashing down and smacking her head hard on the concrete.. again.But not before catching what he had said By instinct Shea tried standing up almost immediately but with no luck, the surrounding around her slowly dimmed black and she felt a strange tingling sensation fill her body before she fell limp to the ground. Eyes opened but nothing was being registered to her mind. After a few seconds she came through, her body still tingling. Shea blinked and shook her head and pushed herself up slightly shaky.
“I’ve always been under the impression that , that is the definition of a prostitute..” Her voice was strong even though physically she wasn’t. The room around her spun… once again one of the lamest injuries she has gotten in awhile. Raising her right hand she seemed to be shoving air at him, but behind her hand a wall of mud, dirt , and small rocks came flying at him. What ever hit him hit him softly, she didn’t want to send rocks through him maybe just bruise him a little. It was kind of like training a dog on what to do, how ever she didn’t think she could come anywhere close to training him. She didn’t want to make him to mad either mainly because this was the most human contact she has had in a very long time… she kinda missed it. But don’t try to ask her that because she would deny even liking being in his company.
“Since your already shoving me around, do you think I can get your name so I know what to say when I scream at you?” Another smart ass remark accompanied by a very girly smile.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 9, 2010 9:16:41 GMT 1
Last night I had a revalation, somehow I have to make you pay. Its all about manipulation and what it takes to get my way. I dont believe in soft solutions, No one hurts me and goes free. I play on your fears, I leave you in tears. You never be the same again.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] There was a very thin line between what annoyed Zack and what he could tolerate, almost none excitant in some cases especially when it came to people. He didn’t know what he was taken all this from, well from whoever this bitch was and yet he was still standing having a half pleasant conversation with her when normally he throw a few insults and walk off. He dirt throwing was more then enough to justify a black eye but he had kept his cool then. “I guess I should take that as a compliment.” Zack replied dryly with a faint smirk, this girl wasn’t exactly Gods girt to men herself but he wasn’t going to say it. Not yet anyway. With all the dirt and blood on her she looked damn ugly, not helped by the fact Zack shoved her to the floor again. Showing little to no emotion as she cracked her head and seemed to be out of it for the second time since he arrived here, she was just weak. Nobody else would hurt themselves like that after a simple shove, Zack didn’t think he even been that forceful. So instead of helping her to her feet which would have been the gentlemanly thing to do, he laughed and stared down at her with arms folded making no attempt or sign he was going to do anything but laugh and stare at her.
He wanted to know what she was and being Zack rather then simple ask he liked more hands on methods and find by trial and error. He was sure she was a Fey as he know if she was, Fey could recognise other Fey. He didn’t think she was a vampire either as well, Vampires wouldn’t allow themselves to so easily be pushed over into the dirt, that and she was bleeding which she wouldn’t do as a vampire unless she just fed. Actually she looked quite human so maybe she was a witch or something.. Zack didn’t pay much attention to what types walked around here. “And how would you know a thing like that?” Zack asked with a smile but didn’t want to get into a battle of the smart arsed remarks, it was silly if nothing else and not worth the time or effort so looked away a moment. His attention was soon brought back as he felt dirt thrown at him again but only now saw that the girl wasn’t picking it up, rather it was coming to her and following her action. At least now he knew what she was, a dirt manipulator.
Frowning he raised a hand to cover his face and brush the mud away, not seeing she wasn’t throwing stones at him when there were plenty of them around in this old building. If she wanted to play though, Zack was happy to join in this childish game and knelt down to pick up a large amount of dirt and again shove the girl back and smack it hard to her chest. She may not be throwing stones but there were some in the dirt Zack was hurling about. “Tell me your name and I tell you mine.” Zack said not asking to be totally awkward, though that was part of it but it gave him time to think if he should tell her his real name, his alias or make something up. He didn’t know what he thought of her yet to decide if she was worthy of knowing who he was. She find out soon enough from others in the academy if he said nothing though. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by shea on May 9, 2010 19:09:00 GMT 1
Shea rolled her eyes As she heard him chuckle, She didn’t want to pout but she was getting rather bored with him. I mean all he does do is stand around arms crossed in control of his anger. She had no idea what he was just knew he wasn’t human or a vampire. All she could really tell was that his eyes were well ridiculous and he had funny looking ears. Shea studied him as he was staring at her. “Didn’t you mother ever tell you not to stare.” Her tolerance was short at this moment, it snapped at him. Due to boredom anything can happen with Shea. Looking around she noticed some vines outside the broken windows and doors. Those could be fun she thought to herself. She it wasn’t just earth she could control, she had the ability to control anything that grows, grew, or is from the earth. Like plants tree’s wood from houses ect. It was cool, it was also the first way she killed someone. It was her fault they nun wore wooden beads and pissed her off.
She wasn’t taken back this time when he pushed her back and threw dirt at her chest, she felt a medium sized rock hit her in the chest but the just smiled. It hadn’t hurt. “In the mood to play?” She asked softly and sent a wink in his direction , giggling she sent a vine from behind him towards them. It didn’t wrap around him like some would think, instead it tapped one of his shoulders and when he turned around the vine would drop to the ground. Another vine was sent to wrap around one of his ankles, just incase he wanted to step forward. Shea giggled.”I would have told you your to cute for your own good, but I figured you knew that already.” The vines were meant to stop after a minute of so.
Looking around she smirked, it was a well grown over place, plants scattered about inside, and water actually trickled in a few area’s. Blood was drying on her face it was uncomfortable and she absolutely hated that feeling. With a frown she looked down at her shirt and ripped the bottom two inches off, it was still long enough to cover all but a tiny it of her stomach like.. half an inch or so. Ignoring his comment and him for a bit she turned around and walked to where she saw the water, not really caring if he followed, I mean she did walk to the other side of the room, not that far away. Getting the piece of cloth soaked she began to wipe away the blood and dirt from her face, wiping off her make up her mascara smeared under her eyes. Shea didn’t care about that it just made it look like she was crying and smeared it. That looked helped her look innocent and sweet actually.
After taking off the blood from her face and her hands she dabbed the wet cloth on her eyebrow it stung quit horribly looking around she smiled at a plant nearby. When it was pulverized it had a numbing affect , it was mainly given to babies when they were teething. She took two rocks a smashed the plant between while mutter something in.. what was it.. Latin.. maybe Greek, perhaps it was French. After a few seconds she placed they minty smelling goo on her cut and walked back towards him. She giggled, okay maybe he was worthy of her name.
“Names Shea, I’m here for my temper.” She added the last part just to see his reaction mainly because he hadn’t seen any of her anger. Maybe he wouldn’t believe her. Then she’d have something to prove to him and well that in itself would be a blast to prove.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 10, 2010 19:39:39 GMT 1
Last night I had a revalation, somehow I have to make you pay. Its all about manipulation and what it takes to get my way. I dont believe in soft solutions, No one hurts me and goes free. I play on your fears, I leave you in tears. You never be the same again.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] Frowning Zack glanced away, she had been staring as much as he had. He just mouthed her words, mocking her and then rolled his eyes again purely taking the piss. “I haven’t got a mother.”Zack replied, at least not one he was willing to acknowledge so he wasn’t outright lying, he wasn’t supposed to lie as a Fey but there was nothing wrong with creatively giving the truth out so it was interpreted the way he wanted. He had become very adept at it to the point half the time he didn’t know whether he was lying or not. His acts were pretty convincing, enough so to fool most humans and other creatures that really only another trained Fey could poke holes in his stories. Being a unsociable jerk he not met any other Fey to worry about it to much and besides, most had more common sense then to accuse Zack of lying. Smirking Zack was in the mood to have fun, that was why he was out here and not cultivating some new species in the dank pit that was his bedroom. He laughed back to her and picked up another handful of dirt and was going to chuck it when he felt something pull at his leg and dropped the dirt seeing the vine. He tried to pull his leg free but it had a tight hold and staring at it he wanted it to get off him but not break the plant so pulled again to free his leg. Not sure if it was his will for the plant to let go that made it or this girl who decided to drop her control. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” Zack said returning his attention and again smacking a handful of dirt that was more stone then mud at her.
Zack was offended when she seemed to leave and was ready to drag her back to continue the game but luckily for once he actually used his brain before acting so saw she was just cleaning up. Shame, the blood made her look half interesting and not just another boring bitch that seemed to make up a majority of the female students here. Taking a step forward he looked around for something to chuck at her while her back was turned, a large rock or brick maybe. There were quite a few bricks around that would knock her out good but so far she had done nothing to really warrant being crack over the head, yet the urge was still there and Zack did pick up a hefty brick that had been broken in half so it was also quite sharp at the edges. If he did want to hurl it at her he have to get closer, Zack wasn’t that athletic and had little to no control over the power or strength he possessed. It was all or nothing which was why he was so good at holding or pining someone down but so bad at fighting unless he could get a clear hard punch in. Looking over to her he saw how smeary she now looked but being sentimental was never Zack strong point, he didn’t know what to do with a crying girl but tell them to shut the hell up.
With that stuff on her face though she looked even more zombie like and Zack took a step back from her. He heard her name but wasn’t like he remember it, she was nothing to him but another student right now so why bother remembering her name? Zack tended to give out unwanted nicknames to people, mostly as he couldn’t remember who they were and to piss them off. “Thats a stupid name.” Zack replied with a frown only now dropping the brick he been clutching. “Im only here as im to, passionate... I got no reason to be her, with all the retards.” Still leaving out his own name but chose to give why he was here as he was quite proud of the fact he was classed so high. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by shea on May 11, 2010 5:39:29 GMT 1
Shea smirked when she saw another pile of dirt coming at her this time there seemed to be more rocks in it this time, she held her hand up stopping the rocks and a little bit of dirt. It stopped right in its tracks about a half an inch from hitting her, with a twist of her wrist the dirt and rocks formed into one. With a crazy look in her eye and a school girl smirk plastered on her lips. The rock bounced up and down in her right hand with out coming in contact with skin. After a few seconds Shea dropped the rock she had made and looked at him for a spilt second before realizing the cut on the back of her head was still wide open, it was numb though. There wasn’t much she could do with the bleeding at this point. The blood dripped down her back.
Reaching up she wiped a good amount of the mascara off now and looked at his shoes. She believed you could tell a lot by someone by their shoes…. How ever his shoes helped her none. While watching him earlier she noticed his ears and smiled as she had heard of them before but never ran into one. A fae was what their called right? Now Shea wasn’t a dumb girl as a matter of fact she knew many thing. Most then anyone else she had met before. Listening to him talk she noticed he was doing exactly what she had done to him a bit earlier, avoided the question.
“Stupid sure, deceiving yes. And that’s why I like it.” Her voice was a bit stronger now a little more punchy and what she said was the truth. Her name always gave someone the impression she was a sweet girl. And right now she was being very nice to this boy.
“You’re lying.” Her eyes caught his at the moment he began speaking of why he was there. It wasn’t true no matter how much he wanted it to be and she knew that. She saw why he was here when he controlled himself . And Damn was he doing a great job. With the best guess possibly she would think he wouldn’t like women very much. But she wouldn’t know for sure until he opened up a bit more… or just talked. Once again he was mainly standing there with what seemed to be a stick up his rear end.
“You’re an angry little boy aren’t you?” Flicking her finger a stone came flying at him. Shea seemed to be on a mission to make him snap. This was how ever a game for insane violent girl and a fun one at that. Cocking an eyebrow she sent another pebble flying towards him, this time it was aimed in between his eyes.
“Show me.” Her voice was taunting , cynical and a bit insane. It wasn’t a dare. But a command.
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 11, 2010 10:56:14 GMT 1
Last night I had a revalation, somehow I have to make you pay. Its all about manipulation and what it takes to get my way. I dont believe in soft solutions, No one hurts me and goes free. I play on your fears, I leave you in tears. You never be the same again.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] ((ooc: if the end of my post is controlling your character to much, just say and I change it. I got a bit carried with away with Zack when you wrote “Show me.” With Shea. he doesn’t need a invite.))
One way to get Zack really irate was to accuse him of being a liar. Zack never outright lied to anyone about anything, lies caused more lies and more chance of being caught out. Only children lied and those with no backbone to tell the truth of what they thought. It took a creative person to be able to manipulate the truth enough to be believed how he wanted it to be believed. Of course some saw through that to but in this case Zack wasn’t really trying to deceive Shea with his reasoning for being her but just give a slightly cocky reply as he firmly thought he shouldn’t be compared to all the ‘insane’ people around him when his anger had deeper roots then as he was just crazy. It was evident in his expression he was displeased with Shea now but stood firm, this girl could not and would not wind him up with her silly little words and silly little games.
His eyes narrowed to a harder stare with her next accusation, she was just being blood patronising now and getting ever closer to what justified in Zacks mind some form of repercussion. For most the sort off cheek she mouthed off before was slap worthy, calling him names deserved a punch butt mixing the lot and telling him thing he was that he wasn’t was plain wrong. The pebbles were just insulting, not needed and he felt it fly by him but still he stood firm but his whole body seem to be clenched, harder as he glared at her. There was only so much he could take, so much he could hold back before erupting and to next flying stone that hit him in the face was the switch to turn him on.
If Shea wanted a show then she get a bloody show, her head wasn’t going to be the only thing that was cracked by the end of this. Walking forward Zack still looked relatively calm which was unlike his mental state as some very unhealthy thoughts flowed through him. “You like throwing stones then?” he asked with a faint smile as he placed a hand to Shea, gripping her hard on the shoulder and taking her other arm, to pull it round behind her so he had better control over her body and where he wanted to lead her. He was holding her very firmly, she could fight back if she wanted but she probably break her own arm in the process. That is if Zack had not already done so, if nothing else he had probably pulled it out of its socket. He pushed her back towards one of the many old beds that were left rusting in this ‘unused’ asylum, Zack smiled. “I do to.” He added with a smirk deciding he would use that brick he had dropped and kicked it towards the bed to.
Picking it up he finally let the girl go but just his body language showed it was probably not the best idea to run or play any more tricks, unless pain and suffering was her aphrodisiac. Holding it a moment he soon put a fair bit of force behind smacking it at her hip, not aiming much but he just wanted to do damage and anger was clouding any logic and aim. His eyes also fell on the bed Shea had crashed into the wall, one of the legs was broken off but Zack didn’t see twisted metal he saw quite a effective bat to smack Shea with.
He left her to pick it up, a smirk still evident on his face. "Im Zack." he said blankly, if he was going to beat the shit out of her she at least deserved to know the name of the person going to do it to her. "Remember that." he added smacking the quite heavy metal pole againts the bed she was on. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by shea on May 12, 2010 4:06:18 GMT 1
((Ooc: totaly okay I love it sorry the reply is a bit short))
Shea grinned as soon as she noticed his anger come out, not in his face but his actions. He took hold of her in doing so sent a sharp twisting pain from her arm. Her eyes dilated and her body quivered, not from fear or pain. But the shear love of it, something about pain just turned her on for lack of better word. Arching her back she let him do what he will, and noticed the devil come out in his eyes. There was a loud pop from her shoulder and her eyes got bigger then narrowed quickly. Thrusting up her feet she jerked her lower body and put one foot behind his. With a large force which seemed not to come from her she pulled forward with her foot hopefully making him lose his balance but it didn’t seem to affect him all that much.
Being thrown onto the bed she glared at him, her arm sore and in pain she twisted her arm and popped it back into place, her eyes narrowed almost just leaving the color as she watched him, a brick came flying at her hip she didn’t roll over but let it hit her. The pointed side didn’t just bluntly hit her but stabbed into her side making blood gush out. She grinned at him. Proving that she was insane. Shea heard his name and laughed.
“Zack Its nice to meet you.” Her eyes fixed on his eyes, she noticed te twisted metal at the end of the bed, he lunged for it and smacked it down. Shea rolled over a spilt second before the bar came crashing down. Lifting her arms she sent a wall of huge ruble rocks at him, they made up the walls around them. With a smirk she heard the stone began to crumbled above them, with the wall of stone coming towards him Shea ran past him, not wanting to be in a room that was about to collapse. The rocks she had sent had enough force toreak bokens and slice threw skin just like an axe in jello. Being the monkey she was Shea jumped up on the desk, blood running down her leg, and climbed up the beams to the very top one once again. Standing up she smiled watching the room fall into itself, it was just that room that had fallen.
“Zack! Now baby! That is what I’m talking about.” She yelled over the crashing rock. Knowing he had the ability to get over if he had not already. “Show me more.” A manic laugh filled the room, her eyes were wide scanning the dusty area.”Come out come iut where ever you are!! Come on zack lets play.”
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Post by ZACK BENEDICT MØRK on May 12, 2010 12:36:29 GMT 1
Last night I had a revalation, somehow I have to make you pay. Its all about manipulation and what it takes to get my way. I dont believe in soft solutions, No one hurts me and goes free. I play on your fears, I leave you in tears. You never be the same again.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/right] By now Zack was as much covered and dirt and blood as Shea was. Maybe not so much blood but he had a scattering of scratches and bruises from throwing her about and playing with the rocks. They would heal but his mental state would take a good number of days to go back to some sort of status quo. He didn’t know why he was playing up to Shea teasing, he knew he shouldn’t and just walk away but then if he did that he wouldn’t be classed as such a high risk. Now he wanted to hurt the girl, really hurt her and break bones. Not kill as Zack never killed anything but then there was always a first. This girl deserved what was coming to her for deliberately brining him into this state, Zack didn’t like being angry (much) and so it was mean, cruel to force him to such a manic state, downright nasty even. Considering, Zack was being rather controlled in all this as he was giving Shea plenty of opportunities to fight back or run which he normally never do. Getting the pole was a great chance to give a smack to Zack head but nothing came, not even when Zack smack the bed threaten close to her.
Zack did want Shea to play back a little, it give him something to attack. Live prey was much more fun then one that just played dead and did nothing. He half expected Shea to throw something at him sooner or later and was getting slightly paranoid to when it was coming and if she was going to flatten him under a ton of bricks or split the ground and let that swallow him. He got his answer soon enough as the walls began to shake and Shea had ran from the bed as things started to crumble and Zack just shouted to her things best left to the imagination as the wall fell in front of his eyes. Damn his Fey blood, he should be able to clear this but his human problems were restricting most of his movement but he managed to get across, be it more bloody then before and chocked lightly under all the dust. Eyes streaming with pain and he spat out a mouthful of spit, phlegm and blood. He wasn’t the healthiest of people in the world, a lung full of rubble was the last thing he needed. “Bitch.” He mumbled dragging himself to his feet and looked around and up hearing a voices. He knew where she was but it seemed by her comment that she didn’t know where he was. Oh, that would not go well for her...
Standing up Zack kept to the shadows, she wasn’t the only one that could play with nature and he silently walked forward. The few plants that dared to try and grow in the building seeming to part for his feet as he never stepped on them even in the darkness, even the ants seemed to scurry away. Picking Shea out again he kept quiet on the chance she knew he was there and just stared for a moment , slightly confused to why she so wanted to bring the demon out in him, then who was he to deny a lady? Picking up a brick from the rubble this time he did aim somewhat and hurled it towards her. If she wanted to play she was going to come down and play, not hide in the roof like some scared little bird, by force if need be. “Im not hiding. But what are you scared of?” he asked chucking another brick, aim better this time. [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by shea on May 13, 2010 1:43:52 GMT 1
Shea watched him climb out of the ruble, A brick cam hurling at her she backed up on the beam, but in some sense must have lapsed in thought and began to fall. Panic for the first time had hit her, but that faded after half a second she pulled her self up and listened to him and giggled.
“Not afraid baby, I just like it rough. So give it to me that way and maybe I’ll call you back in the morning.” Shea laughed and saw another brick emerge from the dust, She had know where zack was but the dust had given him a slight advantage to had and he took that. Staying in the shadows was cheap, and was almost like he was afraid. Even if Shea wasn’t as strong as zack they were equally matched in her mind. Maybe not on insanity she had him beat there, and maybe not on how violent he could get. He had her beat there but all in all they were equal. This brick moved quicker and was better aimed smacking her in her left arm, throwing her off balance once again. She frowned and wobbled to regain her original state, it wasn’t the best idea to be up her a standing target, she was a bottle at a fair waiting to be knocked down by a poorly aimed baseball. The fingers on her left hand began twitching not by her control by the brick happened to hit a nerve causing it to do so. That had made a wave of rock swirl on the ground bellow and was joined with a few vines. Shrugging she directing them with her right hand to where Zack was.
The dust and rocks should have clouded his vision jumping down from the beam she landed with a soft thud on the dirt below. Pain shot threw her body once more from her hip that still had yet to stop bleeding or stop the pain. Maybe he hit an artery. Her mind pondered that as she watched a huge rock fly around Zack she quietly jumped on it and looked down at him.
Titling her head a strange smile and look took over her face, one that you would see on the face of a vampire before they ate their prey. Swiftly and quietly she jumped at him landing on his back and put a death grip around his neck. Her left arm wrapped around his thick neck and she use her right hand placed on her own elbow to pull tighter. She was hoping to choke him out make him black out at least. The grip she had on his neck was accompanied by one around his waist. Her legs wrapped and squeezing tight against his chest. With both points on his body he should start to lose consciousness with in ten seconds and Shea knew the worse he could do was throw her off, if at all possible, or possibly slam down on his back. She had the ruble on her side how ever.
(If the last paragraph is to much of god moding , in like allowing her to actually get this grip on him let me know I’ll change ))
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