It looked like the albino girl had found friends. Well, well, the little freak was actually intelligent.
Kayla gave a small laughed and turned to the bartender. "Get me some red wine," she demanded.
Looking hassled, the man went off. Kayla sighed. Her one love had had red wine spilled on him right before he was murdered. It made her heart clench.
The bartender came back with the drink and after Kayla took a sip, she walked over towards the albino girl again, giving her a smile.
"Here, share the drink with me," she laughed.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
"I insist!" Kayla grinned. "Don't you want to be my friend? I'd just love to be friends with you."
Kayla laughed coldly, taking another sip of red wine. "Did you know that love and hate this drink," she muttered, mostly to herself.
It had been the last the Rogue had ever had. Oh how she missed her one love.
Kayla smiled cruely at the girl. "What's one sip going to hurt? I know what it will hurt if you don't have any..."
"What?" the girl asked.
Kayla kept her beautiful face serious. "You," she replied simply, holding out a dagger. "I would so very much like to get to know you. So let's sit and have a drink."
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
(Larii) Stepping up to Kayla I hiss in her face "Leave the girl alone." I stop twirling the orb on my finger, and my knife dislodged itself from the wall appearing in my hand.
"Why?' She asks smirking
"Because if you don't I s than Shadow orbs an knifes."
(Kesther, a Light Demon) Walking in, I'm shocked to see a familiar face "Why hello Larii, didn't think id see a Shadow Caller here, especially not alone." "K-kesther!" Larii's shock is evident, "we can't fight here, not around these innocent people." "Were called Light Demons for a reason sweetheart." How nice it is to see Larii again, the look on her face! 'Kesther, we can't...' but the Shadows in the corner were starting to move, and a huge Shadow sword appeared in her hand as her knife slammed into the wall, summoning my own powers, I prepare to show Larii what real fighting is.
GENERATION 30: The first time you see this, copy it into your sig on any forum and add 1 to the generation. Social experiment.
Kayla snorted at the two girls. Like the first one thought that she was actually afraid of her. She had no idea what that ball of..shadows was, but it was powerful.
Still, Kayla could handle flesh wounds. She'd had worse damage done to her. She'd had her heart cumble into dust inside her.
No, Kayla was not afraid of that child now fighting with yet another woman. Kayla laughed again, turning back to the albino girl.
"Well, if you won't drink with me, I'd love to hear about you, then," she demanded, grinning.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
When Vincent grabbed her Alyssa's first reaction was to panic, (she'd had bad experiences when it came to men and being grabbed), but she immediately gained control of herself and allowed Vincent to lead her away from Kayla.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
I walked quietly into the tavern, avoiding all the ruckus. I sat quietly in my corner. I wonder how I got here. This was extremly odd. I looked down at my burn mark and shuddered. Everyone was busy, and loud. I sulked deeperinto my corner. I smelt an odd smell, this place was gross! Who ever brought me here was psyco, at least they left my wallet. With my little bit of money I had.
"Even in the end --even in death-- I can't hate you." - Neri Hereford's last words.
"The Gods demand blood, for they... do not bleed." Jaska.
I strolled into the bar making the biggest entrance possible. Walked over to the bar. "Whiskey on the rocks" I said seductively to the bartender. A few guys turned to look at me. I took my drink. Finished it and then looked around for some fresh meat.
'I have loved to the point of madness, which for me is the only true way to love' ~Francoise Sagan
Hmm, well, seems I shall partake in some of this fun. Posting with character: Omaui Caboose
One could taste the electricity in the air it was so thick. Dark, forboding clouds hung in the air like giant forecasters of the End. At that time, people started to head inside; it was obvious a storm was starting, and a big one at that. A single person walked the streets, strolling by as casually as if it were a fine summer afternoon and he was on his way home to his family and very atractive wife from a hard day at work. But this was not the case. He had no family; no atractive wife or even girl friend. Only he, and he alone. That was how he liked it.
He walked along the sidewalk of this unknowing town. No place to go or stay, he had no choice. The life of a drifter, he'd say with a cock eyed grin later. Eventually he stumbled upon a tavern, and stepped inside, knowing that most taverns usually had some sort of a room in the back for drifters like himself. There was a fair amount of people inside, chatting, drinking, having a good time. He walked up to the bar, flashed the tender a cool grin, and ordered a cup of tea.
Have you ever seen the things a typing weasel types? No? Then what are you looking at now?
"They say I'm the crazy one, when in truth everyone that works here are the true crazy ones..." ~Quopte from "Madhouse"
*Ladies and Gents prepare to meet Mikael Eisenstein*
I stared out at the infinity that was the underverse, a world where evil always wins and smiled. I loved my life. Being the evil embodiment of Prince Charming had its perks. A mane of golden blonde, sea blue eyes, a husky baritone and unparalleled physique. The ladies just couldn't resist. I wandered through a town smiling sweetly at the old women (shortly before setting them alight). Without warning i felt an urge to drink. I walked toward the first tavern i saw, stepped through the door and felt fuzzy. I lokked around shocked. "I am deffinitely not in the Under any more." I sighed. "Bar keep your finest appletini and make it snappy."
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
I raised an eyebrow at the blonde and flattened my prints out again. Weld c2 to x4, bind to A, drill to 5. No, that wasn't right... ah! Drill to D- that would keep the reactors in line. I was working on a prototype for a small missile, powered by the atmosphere around it. Yet another CIA blueprint that I had stolen and was modifying.
The fifteen year old red head genius chick strikes again.
I clipped my hair up again. The uneven cut was my style, but it didn't work well when I was planning. I erased a few white pencil marks off the blue paper and scratched Repo behind the ear. I stuck my pencil behind my ear and hooked my index onto my lower lip in a moment of thought. I could feel a pair of eyes on my back and subconsciously reached for my forged ID.
"What're you lookin' at?" I snapped, rolling my prints up and slipping them in my canister.
hey, Jude, don't make it bad take a sad song and make it better remember to let it into your heart then you can start to make it better.
The bigger the issue, the smaller you write. Remember that. You don’t write about the horrors of war. No. You write about a kid’s burnt socks lying on the road. You pick the smallest manageable part of the big thing, and you work off the resonance. — Richard Price
