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Post by Veronika Shura on Oct 9, 2011 0:30:02 GMT
p l e a s e.g i v e.m e.s o m e t h i n g The park was empty on the chilly night, the sun receding slowly behind the massive stone wall. One figures silouette stood alone, shivering and quiet. It rested on a crate, and it was wrapped in a long, white robe. Its face was hidden by a dark shadow, but a hand rested limply on the figures lap, clutching a cross with white-knuckles.
The figures head moved upward at the sound of footsteps, and the hood fell from her face. It was a young girl, pale and weak, helpless. The young girl who walked by carried a dollar, and gave the strange saint a curious look. She held a dollar in her pudgy hand, and was about to hand it to the lady when her mother rushed up and swept her child in her arms. "Honey, don't talk to her." The mother hurried off.
Veronika was left alone again, shivvering. She kept her head down, waiting for the demon she had watched for so long, decided that he was the one she would take. He beleived himself a man, so Veronika knew that the demon had been captured by the Rose. She waited fo the man to walk by, t notice the humble sait suffering, to pledge his life to help her. Just what she needed.
It was dark now, and the wind began to speed up. Leaves blew around the vampire, as if showing off her power. Veronika was not the kind to be trifled with, for all around, there were many other vampires hidden deep within the shadows, vampires of many shapes and sizes. Assassins, unafraid to kill. Loyal to their leader, Veronika Nickoli Shura, the Grand-daughter of Kei Kiri. i m.s o.t h i r s t y.i m.s o.t h i r s t y notes here:Notes Chasm by Flyleaf:Song
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Post by azaria on Oct 9, 2011 1:02:11 GMT
Azaria waited standing in the cold; well he was waiting for a sign really. A sign from god; something to how him what to do next. He had been helping SRA for too long it seemed and wanted to stray his own path but they were like his beacon of god at the moment. That's when Azaria saw it, what he beleived to be his sign of god. The girl who had attempted to help the saintly person had been stopped by an elder. That wasn't something that is supposed to be taught by elders.
Azaria walked up to the woman who sat alone seemingly cold and freezing. "Hey? What are you doing out here alone?" His voice seemed somewhat over confident in a way. "You can't be just sitting here with no reason? Financial troubles or something? I could hel if you want.." Yes by the way he was acting he didn't sound to holy at all, but under his skin he thought about it and sometimes speaked alowd by his religion.
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Post by Veronika Shura on Oct 9, 2011 1:19:15 GMT
p l e a s e.g i v e.m e.s o m e t h i n g "I," her voice was intentionally frail and weak, "beleive that God dosen't want us to step on concrete instead of through the mud. I beleive He dosen't want us to spoil ourselves with heat when we can bear it by ourselves. I beleive He wants me to show this to the people of Liba."
She looked for any sign of regret from the boy. Maybe something she did or said could bring back painfull memories, and she could use that against him. Anything would work... As long as she could pin the boy to the floor and steal everything from him. All she needed was a little bit of entertainment. Something to amuse herself. i m.s o.t h i r s t y.i m.s o.t h i r s t y notes here:Notes chasm by flyleaf:Song
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Post by azaria on Oct 9, 2011 5:51:01 GMT
Azaria wasn't easily fooled; or atleast to him he wasn't. But he fell for this woman's act like a kid in a haunted house. "Do you need anything?" Still his voice sounded somehow cocky it was easy to tell that this wasn't his real personality but then why wwas he like that? He was brain-washed by the SRA of course. 'You can't tell what god wants us to do' Azaria walked closer to the woman. "Would you like anything? It would be bad for you to get a cold" Azaria's eyes flashed red for a split second before returning to there original color; something that showed the bit of demon in him.
"You know you probably have some family members worried sick about you to"
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Post by Viperess on Oct 10, 2011 1:24:58 GMT
p l e a s e.g i v e.m e.s o m e t h i n g "You have your beleifs, and I have mine. All of my family is eaither dead or too proud to admit they're related to me." The first truth she had told all night, to the man who would be in the palm of her hand soon. Now, the lies in her hand was the cross. She squeesed it tightly, anger building up inside her for no reason. Something was breaking down in Veronika's mind, and deep down she knew it. But now, all that mattered was getting the demon into her hands. A small crack echoed through the air, and Vero freezed as the top of the cross broke off and fell to the concrete. "Oh, my!" Vero broke into tears, and wrapped herself in the robe. What would the demon do? i m.s o.t h i r s t y.i m.s o.t h i r s t y notes here:Notes chasm by flyleaf:Song
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Post by azaria on Oct 11, 2011 0:49:40 GMT
"We all have our own beleifs which is correct; mine are to help other....." Azaria stuttered as some images of his real personality flashed by. "others" Azaria was already practically in her hands she just ask for something is all. "Anything you need just ask" Azaria smiled but for some reason seemed that he was forcing it like that wasn't truly him. Azaria sat down as his hair flowed slightly in the cold wind. The eerie silence of awaiting a reply.
The sound of others doing there own thing echoed around the background but Azaria kept focused on the woman waiting for reply
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Post by Veronika Shura on Oct 15, 2011 17:44:28 GMT
p l e a s e.g i v e.m e.s o m e t h i n g She sniffled hystericly, and suddenly a sick smile grew over her face. "Really? You'd do anything? Because I do need help with one thing." She stood slowly, and the robe fell to the floor. Underneath her disguise, was a simple black dress with blood staining the right shoulder. There was a bullet hole in the fabric, exposing the skin covering where her heart would be.
"See, I'm losing my faith. Well, better put, I lost my faith a long time ago. And I think you need to lose yours." Men wearing black stepped from the shadows, bearing either long pointed knives or rifles. They held the same sickly expression as Vero, who's fangs were growing slowly as her eyes became red. [coloe=Maroon]"See you at home." [/color] i m.s o.t h i r s t y.i m.s o.t h i r s t ynotes here :Noteschasm by flyleaf :Song[/center]
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Post by azaria on Oct 16, 2011 23:29:04 GMT
Azaria glared at her; what did she mean she needed help but then seemingly to call in these thugs? Azaria let off a cold smile to them almost as if he we would enjoy killing them, becuase secretly he would, but he wouldn't let himself beleive that atleast not as brainwashed as he was. Azaria walked forward to the goons; reaching his hand over his back for his trusty sword before stopping in dead silence.
He turned to the left slightly raising his other hand which wasn't on the sword to flip his hair and head to the right in one motion. "Let's party.." Then almost in a blink of an eye he was in the air aiming downward at one of the men. "HYAA!" The blade turned a dark crimson red as he sent some of his energy through it.
After hitting , or not hitting, the opponent he turned throwing his sword at whoever else was there. He would then run trying to drop kick the sword into the victim; he would use his sword to block and knives or bullet fire.
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