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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 0:24:48 GMT -5
Bored. It wasn’t something that struck Anastasia all that often, but today she was nothing but restless. Her general hobby of lazing about the penthouse she’d stolen out of her latest husband’s last will and testament was serving her well. But something was missing today. Sleep eluded her and although the covers were warm and made her muscles relax to a point where walking seemed like a chore, she couldn’t shake that need to stand up and move. Exhaling her frustrations, Anastasia threw back the covers and stretched her arms over her head, shoulder joints protesting and popping from the sudden movement. Falling still once again, the Russian wracked her brain with just what it was she felt like doing. She’d already taken a bath earlier in the afternoon. Taking another one was tempting, but simply submerging herself in water for however long seemed so boring today. She turned her blue eyes on the clock. Eight thirty. New York would barely be waking up to start the party scene pumping full of music and bad decisions. Maybe she’d venture out to see the sights. If the mood struck her, perhaps she’d even someone to take home. It’d been a while since she’d consumed her last soul, but not quite long enough for her to get back on the fast track to marrying lonely billionaires. Anastasia wanted just a bit more time to have passed since Lawrence died before letting herself be courted again, plus there was Draven to take into consideration now. Besides, marriage had gotten unbearably dull around her ninth husband. At least the inheritance money was good. Moving sluggishly, she managed to sit up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her hair falling in a tangled mess all around her. Sometimes she wondered if keeping it so long was worth the effort. Keeping her focus on ending her current boredom, she rose to her feet and idly made her way to her closet. She’d need to look her best if she was to be going out on the town, for however short the trip would last. Not that she wouldn’t be drop dead gorgeous regardless. Anastasia always made quite sure that she would stop traffic whenever she stepped out. If the doorman downstairs didn’t gawk or fall to her feet entirely in awe of her beauty, then she wasn’t trying hard enough. It took her a good hour and a half to put herself together. With a kill dress, perfect make up, and her long dark hair expertly twisted up into place with pins, Anastasia was ready to make an appearance. Winking at herself in the mirrors of the elevator on the way down, she also gave the doorman the best semblance of a shy smile she could manage. The poor thing damn near fainted. Restraining a snicker with a smirk, the Russian turned down the street and wandered out into the night life of the city. She loved New York. She hadn’t at first when she’d moved to America with Lawrence all those months ago, but she couldn’t picture herself living anywhere else, at least not for now. It was no Russia and never would be. Paris had been grand for a time, as had been London, Barcelona, Beijing, and countless other cities. But for now, New York suited her just fine. It was lively, far more lively than she herself with her lazy tendencies. It was a wonder that her boredom had driven her from bed, the young Kishin Egg usually content to merely roll over and dream of diamonds and diadems. For the most part she loved to watch the city lights from the large, open windows of her room, but today to be out and about in the cool night air and be surrounded by neon was sending a thrill through her bones that she couldn’t quite describe. A terrible grin spread over her face, spelling trouble for whatever unfortunate soul happened to catcher eye wherever she happened to land for the night. Perhaps she would take a soul or two home with her this evening.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 1:23:31 GMT -5
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The Big Apple, The City of Light, New York. This city was way too noisy for the likings of Trust. In fact he almost hated it. It was like a personal hell for him. Did these people ever sleep? In the daytime everyone is working, at night everyone is partying. What was wrong with this people? Did they have that great of lives? Or were their lives so terrible they just had to keep busy? Either way he saw it as a horrid life. One that should only be lived if you have nothing better to do. Unfortunately for Trust, he didn’t. Trust was still looking for a partner, someone who could match his level of skill yet have the same ideals as him. This search was more difficult than most could come to imagine. So he found himself here, in a place of constant business. Indeed there had to be many powerful beings here, hopefully some who could see this world in the same light he saw it in.
This current brisk night was beautiful. The bothersome lights of the city blanketed most of the stars that wanted to shine with brilliance, but they were no match for the illuminating light of the moon. The light from the half moon was enough to put any of the lights in the city to shame. But most people in this city didn’t even take a second to enjoy her beauty; But Trust did. The male was dressed in his usual outfit, cloaked in a black robe with hood pulled over his head casting a black shadow over his tattooed face, the horns hidden in safety from the gazing eyes of the public. The male’s bright eyes stared deeply up at the brilliant moon as they reflected back; it was as if the two were sharing some deep connection. The whispers of other could be heard from all around him as they walked by. ’move out of the way. Creep. What a weirdo. Move outta’ here!’
This world…. So pathetic, this is why he had his goal. These people were so easily dismayed, so easily fueled by hatred and annoyance. This is why this world was hopeless, had no cause, had no future but war and death. This is why Trust had to take matters into his own hands; he had to eliminate all whose hate overpowered their peace. If he didn’t then idiots such as these would constantly rule, and there would be no peace, there would only be death. Trust slowly averted his gaze from the extravagant moon back to the disgusting earth. He saw the crowds of people around him. All dressed to impress, in one-way or another. Even the homeless begged for attention with their torn cloths and depressing signs.
With a light shake of his head Trust turned and let his legs carry him slowly down the street. His black boots tapping ever so gently against the concrete sidewalk. He wasn’t sure were he was going or who he was looking for. He just hoped he would be lead to someone of interest. He hated this city, and the sooner he was able to leave it, the better.
Suddenly it hit him. The presence that felt like that of Venom, a presence that just screamed for attention, riled with hate and power. His sunburst eyes quickly scanned the streets; he didn’t have the ability to see souls or anything like that. But when anyone is quiet enough they can feel those around themselves, and this person, deserved a bit of attention. As his eyes scanned he saw nothing, nothing but useless humans who lived their lives only for themselves, pathetic beings who wasted each breath of air they took in.
Stop
Suddenly his eyes feel on the woman. She was dressed dazzling, more beautiful than most he had seen this night. But it wasn’t her perfect appearance that attracted him. No, it was the power he felt within her. This woman was worthy of his attention, if only for a short while. Maybe she would be an enemy, maybe a friend. Maybe she wouldn’t end up being worth his time at all. Either way, the night had just started, and there was no harm in trying. The male walked slowly, letting his long strides carry him perpendicular to hers only on the opposite side of the street.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 16:30:15 GMT -5
The feeling of eyes upon her was nothing new to Anastasia. She drew attention wherever she went, it was a gift really. Of course she never sought it out herself. Anyone truly worthy of her attention would come to her if they possessed the confidence to do so. She did get a few brave wannabes every now and again, though, given courage by alcohol and the jeering of their peers to at least try. If they weren’t shut down instantly by that cold gaze of hers, then a few complicated words was usually enough to drive them away. Usually. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d held a blade to anyone’s neck that she hadn’t intended to kill from the get go. Then again she’ drowned Lawrence, but that had technically occurred after she’d already stabbed him with her partial form. Oh, the perks of being a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
She turned almost every head she happened to pass as she walked. The whistles started from the open bars about two blocks back, and then of course there was always the poor pick up lines shouted to her from windows and doorways, strung poorly together by too many spirits and not enough sense to see that she was clearly busy even if she had no idea where she was headed to yet. The thought of stopping by Draven’s club did cross her mind but Anastasia decided against it. Subtlety was required for them to work well together considering he needed to kill to live and she may or may not involve herself with such matters. She was there if he needed her, plain and simple. Still, Anastasia hadn’t decided if she trusted him yet. Most likely not, but it wasn’t her fault.
Shutting down those memories before they even had a chance to surface, the Russian smirked. The action sent a man that had walked past her running straight into the pole of a street light that he may have avoided had she not distracted him. Giggling to herself, she set her sights on a bar she had yet to grace her presence with. She’d only really started going out during the more recent months. Before that she’d been kept busy being a trophy wife after all. With Lawrence out of the way and Draven off doing whatever it was that vampires do, Anastasia was left to her own devices. This of course was a reality that would only end in someone losing their soul. It was such a lovely night for a murder as well. The air was cool, the sky was clear. Yes, no better night than this one, she thought.
Nearing her destination, Anastasia did glance around as subtly as possible. She wanted to see if anyone of interest was already out and about on the streets, especially since she could still feel that gaze glued to her. Of course there were several who were staring, some even stopping dead in their tracks, but there was one that stood out from the rest. A man clad all in black, red barely visible from where she stood. He was on the street opposite her, but Anastasia knew that it was he who was so focused on her. The only question now was why. Her interest peaked, a rather malicious looking grin spread across her features. Being sure to have fun, she winked at the stranger before ducking inside the bar. The music filled her ears instantly as the door opened and then swung closed behind her. Weaving her way through the throngs of people, she wondered if he would follow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 17:11:44 GMT -5
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As the stalking game continued his interest held if only for the fact that every other human in this city was only fueled by greed and lust. As Trust’s feet padded down the sidewalk his golden hues kept stuck on the interesting woman. It was a feeling he couldn’t shake, one that he rarely felt. A Presence that might just be worthy of his attention, and if not he would possibly have to ruin her night for wasting his time. The only thing that could pull his attention off of her for even a second were the comments and noises others made in remark of her beauty. Pigs These humans had no control. He could tell by the gaze in their eyes and the purse of their lips. They all had one thing in mind, pathetic excuse of life if you asked him.
Trust began to ignore the others, his surroundings fading away as his gaze was left on her alone. He knew he was staring too hard, he knew what it must seem like to everyone else. But he didn’t care, he had no one to impress. He simply needed to know who this woman was. Why was her presence so intoxicating to him? Finally, something good might come from this rotten city.
As the hooded male walked he watched as she looked around, she was looking for him. She could probably feel his gaze pouring upon her. Good, that’s exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to know he was staring. If she was worthwhile she would be willing to show it. Finally their eyes met, his eyes stuck to hers if even for a second. He watched her facial expression change. A Playful smirk, the smirk that could be found on a cat stalking a injured bird. Perfect
She was interested in him, she probably saw him as some type of prey telling by her look as she turned and slithered into the bar. A Shudder ran down his back as he shook his head. He almost preferred if she would have slipped into a dark alleyway waiting to ambush him. But no, it had to be someplace public, some place loud and obnoxious, someplace disgusting. Either way, he had no choice but to follow. For now he would play her little game. But he had no intention of being one of her pieces. Either she would be useful to him, or she would be forgotten.
The dark cloaked figure slowly walked across the street. Loud honks filled the air causing other pedestrians to jump and look at the cause, but it was normal in this city, someone hurrying across the street. Only this man didn’t hurry. He walked as if he were taking a stroll in the park. Causing cars to slam on their breaks before their metal vehicles slammed into him. Though this male didn’t seem to care, he only watched the bar ahead of him, almost as if he were in a trance. But it was quite the opposite.
Trust scanned the building, making sure he had at least two exits spotted and routes of escape just in case things turned bad. Trust wasn’t afraid, just cautious. He knew his limits without a partner; he knew his strengths as well. If the alluring woman with the wicked grin was really a threat, he would vanish for the mean time. And come back when he had the ability to end hers. Trust walked into the bar slowly letting the lights dance over his dark figure. He walked slowly through the people, snake slipping through a field of grass. He let himself approach the bar, Ordering nothing letting his eyes continue to rave around the room. Looking for the woman who lured him into this hell hole.
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She’d hidden herself well in amongst the dark and flashing lights of the dance floor, moving about expertly even between too many bodies packed too close together. All moved about frantically in some manner to the rhythm pounding in their ears save for her. She didn’t dance. It took more effort than she was willing to exert on any given day, plus there wasn’t a single soul present within the bar that was even worthy of dancing with her. Still, she stayed in amongst the crowd, watching and waiting for a time to see if her night would be made more interesting. She spied red and felt that malicious grin return to her face.
Ah yes, there he is.
This night would be interesting after all. Her stare was cold and fixated. For the moment she was a predator, but whether or not she happened to be stalking prey was a still a mystery to her. From appearance alone, she would have like to let herself assume that he was like her, a corrupted soul. However she would withhold any judgment for now. He was searching for her; Anastasia could see his eyes moving. An intriguing color, one not seen often to her knowledge. His appearance had herinterest piqued and his continued attempts to try and find her amongst the people within the shifting dark and random shafts of colored light only made her wonder what exactly it was he wanted.
Tired of playing patient, Anastasia slipped through the crowd with ease. She may have disappeared from sight here and there behind a tipsy patron or two only to emerge from the dance floor at the stranger’s side, leaning with her forearms against the bar with her very best imitation of a shy smile on her face. This was a test if anything. Many had fallen for her lost little lamb act. Whether he detected the inconsistency from the look she’d given him before out on the streets would affect her opinion of him greatly. Her voice just barely audible and far softer than it truly was, she cast a sideways glance at him,
“Lookingk for somevone?”
Generally, her accent only added to the act but not always. It certainly hadn’t with Draven, but then again she hadn’t been acting when she met him either. The bartender wandered to stand before her and she nodded to the nearest visible bottle of vodka. The man poured her a glass and set it down before her. She batted her eyelashes and gave him a sugarcoated smile,
“Thank you, dorogoy~.”
Not touching the alcohol yet, she turned her attention back to the stranger. Anastasia idly tapped a nail against her glass. She wouldn’t play show off just yet. No use making the alcohol bend every which way if there was no threat to be seen just yet. No use wasting precious energy either. She may yet need it. Only time would tell, but she did at least hope that this venture would provide her at least temporary leave from the boredom that continued to gnaw at the back of her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2013 0:31:09 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
Trust’s head slowly turned back, his eyes gazing into the mirror behind the bar. It was obvious this woman lured him here, and he could almost feel her gaze on him. But where she was currently he was clueless. He had no reason to push himself too hard to find her. She might not be worth all the effort any who, possibly some girl with an alluring soul who simply doesn’t want to spend another night alone. Though if that were the case she would find no company with him. That was not the game he liked to play. It was child’s play; he was into a game with far more stakes involved. He hoped that this woman was too. But even if she were to be into this game he wanted to play, which side would she be on? Would she possibly be an alley, or someone who’s power would be reason enough to end her life? This is why the game was so much fun, you never did know until the last moment. There was always a chance the game would change until the last breath had been drawn.
His currents thoughts were interrupted by the elegant sound of a woman’s voice. The thick Russian accent on allured to her charm. Trust allowed his eyes to gaze at her through the mirror of the bar, his hands folded together resting on the face of the bar. He waited silently as she ordered a drink and thanked the bartender. She was good. She was indeed playing a game with him. But what was her purpose? Was she biting off more than she could chew? Was her ‘innocent’ act going to get her in trouble? Or was she really something of interest? Would she be able to convince him to give her time, while allowing her to live? This game was fun indeed, but now it was his turn. The cards have been dealt, now it was a matter of playing them in the right order.
”That depends… Should I be?”
He finally turned his head to look at the woman. His eyes seemed to explode as the colors flashed over the bright orbs, reflecting in dazzling colors. His pupils dilated as his eyes were sensitive to the bright lights. But it wasn’t too much to handle. He could still see her, and so he gazed. He allowed his eyes to take in her beauty. Making sure not to gawk, there was no reason for such foolish behavior. But there was beauty to behold. Letting his eyes run over the features of her face, she played the innocent role well, but her eyes gave her away. Behind the lens of her eyes there were many stories to be told, and many lies to be covered. This only made him more curious as to who this woman was. Did she know him? Did she have a plan? Or was this really just a game? It was most likely they were both playing the same game, both out in the town looking for something more interesting than the usual daunting task of dealing with ‘normal’ humans. Though to most Trust was a normal human, just another man who happened to be a weapon. But his goals and his desires made him much more than that. Which is what allowed him to play this game.
Trust’s head tilted back slowly, allowing the woman to take in his features. Allowing her alluring secretive eyes to take in hi appearance. The ball was now in her court, how would she act? Was she simply another dainty girl looking for a good time, or was she more than that? How would she react to his more ‘demonic’ appearance? Would she gasp and run, or would she only smirk and drink it in? This.. Might just be fun after all..
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2013 14:34:14 GMT -5
He didn’t look at her at first, at least not directly. Anastasia found that somewhat interesting if only because the stranger’s gaze had been so intent earlier. Then again while most would happily take in her form, few had the gall to look her in the eye. Even fewer could hold eye contact. Though her current appearance was that of a lamb, her gaze remained as harsh and frigid as the Siberian steppes. Her demeanor was passive, her voice soft, but she could never quite get her eyes to mimic the rest of her disguise. No matter. If he noticed, then he was smarter than most, and she would consider him a person of interest rather than prey. It was never fun to hunt after being exposed. That just made things awkward and very, very messy.
An odd question, but then this appeared an odd person in general. Anastasia had seen a great many things in her twenty six years, but this man was one of the stranger occurrences to have appeared in her path. Red and black as far as she could see that wasn’t covered up by more dark and eyes that reminded her of a solar flare. Captivating, she had to admit. But the appearance was only one of several things about this man that had managed to catch and hold her interest. She was still wondering just how he’d come to notice her. Another corrupted soul would make the most sense, another Kishin Egg that could sense the madness about her and pursued her as a potential ally. However the question was too open ended for that to be the case, and so she scrapped that idea nearly as soon as it had crossed her mind.
Anastasia’s face had become completely passive whilst looking at the stranger beside her. Without the smile to play up her false innocence, she looked very much her predatory self, but not in a playful manner as she had before. The usual smirk she wore while she was stalking her potential prey was more feline. Without it she appeared cold, freezing, entirely reptilian as those blue eyes took him in. Very slowly looking him over, sizing him up in a way, her gaze finally met his again but she didn’t bother with the feigned innocence again. He seemed too intelligent to be fooled by it. Her brows rose very slightly and only for an instant. It was a show of recognition. Yes, he was out of the ordinary, but did that scare her? No. He’d have to do far better than that to put her on edge.
Trying to read him was difficult. The markings upon his skin made it difficult to discern a few of his facial features. For the most part though, she looked as she did: indifferent. Another option surfaced in her mind, a way he would have known her madness. It was a possibility that didn’t scare her, per say, but it did make her tense and stand up just a bit straighter. If he was a Meister from Shibusen, this could become problematic. To her knowledge she was not on their radar, at least not yet, but it was still a possibility and that was enough to make her cautious. Turning her focus back on the glass in front of her, she did not drink from it but did run her finger along the circular edge. The alcohol stirred and then followed her movements, once, twice, before settling again. The motion eased her thoughts. She could be vengeful later. She couldn’t be sure what he was or what he wanted just yet. But she could certainly find out,
“Perhaps. I suppose it depends on vhat made you follow me in here.”
She’d led him into a crowd on purpose. In here it would be problematic to start a fight, not that she would be opposed to it. If she had to run, there were several moving meat shields that she could duck behind if need be. Her movements ceased, her hands now folded over each other atop the bar as she stood poised. The smirk had returned to her face, a malicious sense of intrigue having put it there as those cold blue eyes turned on him once again,
“Tell me, krasnyy, is it my soul or my company that you seek?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2013 17:15:01 GMT -5
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Thud Thud Thud The beating of the Bass riveted inside the male’s skull. His entire body felt like it was vibrating to the bones. It was really quite annoying and bothersome. He hated places like this, places that filled the mind with junk. In his thoughts this was the reason so many people were filled with such angst. If they were constantly letting their minds be ravaged by such a tone then of course there would be no peace in their hearts. If Trust could have his way they would be having this conversation in the quiet illumination of the moonlight. But he didn’t this woman obviously wanted him in a public place. It was possible, highly unlikely, but possible that this woman had an ambush waiting for him here. It was also possible that she just wanted the safety of the crowded area to make sure he wasn’t a threat. But then again there was the unlikely event that she was simply a girl seeking a night of fun.
With eyes fixed on the blue haired woman his body stilled, his fingers gripping at the bar. He tried to silence the noise that tried to shatter his inner peace. The noise that made him wants to silence the place himself. Instead he watched. He facial expression changed. It went from that of a inviting playful smirk, to that of a glare. It was no obvious to him. It was as he expected she was no ordinary woman. No, she was something much more. What, he wasn’t sure yet. But he knew she had something to hide, and from the way her eyes glared into his she thought he did too.
Trust remained patient, letting his eyes be fixed on hers. It wasn’t a look of invitation and lust, but it wasn’t a look of rage or malice either. It was more the look of a watchful eye. Barely showing any emotion, not letting her have the chance to even guess at what he was. His gaze broke for a split second, to glance at her finger as she swirled around the small glass’ rim; the liquid swirling as if something were sucking at it from underneath. As Trust’s eyes turned back to hers her looked had seemed to change as he heard her voice once more. No longer as playful or teasing. Now seemed the voice of warning. It was confirmed, she was either a witch or a Kishin, which he wasn’t sure. But either way this night was going to be a lot more exciting than he anticipated.
Either way Trust remained silent for a few moments, letting his head tilt to the side as he gazed at her quizzically. He wanted her mind to run in circles, to be constantly wondering who or what he was. Was he innocent? Was he evil? Was he after her? Or did he desire her? There were many options to play on, but he chose none of them. He let her own mind do most of the work for him, letting her question his every movement, his every word. She lead him here, but the cards were in his hands… for now.
Her next question only enticed him more. The beautifully malicious smirk painting it’s self onto her face. He features seemed to glow in the lighting. Her body seemed to be perfect, it was almost a shame his life had come down this road. He doubted he would peacefully enjoy a night with the woman, as most men would desire. In fact he had let those desires die long ago. As he let his body become stained the color of blood and black, entering the horns onto his head. It was a way of riding himself of the worldly desires and making sure his entire focus was on his mission.
Nonetheless, she didn’t need to know this, she didn’t need to know anything at the moment.
”A Soul is a beautiful thing, as is a body… I’ve come with an open mind.. What about you? What is the meaning behind your invitation?
As he spoke he raised his gloved hand, letting his fingers pull the rim of his head down even more so on his head. Letting his eyes gaze across the dance floor behind them as if looking for something or someone before locking back onto her gaze. A Look of curiosity, a straight face. He wanted to make sure she was constantly questioning, was he even here alone? Was he friend or foe? Was he strong? Weak? Right now Trust was a blank book, it was up to her to write the pages.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2013 21:45:06 GMT -5
He was as aware of her as she was of him. Excellent. It was never any fun playing a game with someone who was only half interested. Besides, when playing with Anastasia it wasn’t safe in the slightest to let one’s mind wander lest they find a particularly sharp knife at their throat the moment she felt ignored. His patience, however, wasn’t something that she was accustomed to dealing with. Most men that had the honor of being raced with her presence were either drunk or rich. In the best of circumstances they happened to be both. She was always the center of their universe once she started speaking with them. This occasion appeared no different save for that she still did not know this man’s intent, nor did he know hers. They were toying with each other. Anastasia smiled, but only a very slightly.
A tilt of the head. Was he still inspecting her or was she so mysterious in her word choice he needed to move to allow a thought process? In her mind both were equally possibly, but then the Russian was quite full of herself. Mimicking his movement, Anastasia tilted her own head very slightly. It was a short motion but somehow remained fluid, with her appearing all the more poised once the movement had ceased. If anything it made her appear perhaps a bit too perfect, too well practiced and rehearsed. She’d played this game countless times before, and had not always emerged with anything to show for it. Eight years was a long time to have been killing and collecting souls. Not nearly as long as her current partner in crime, but Anastasia liked to think that she had perfected her hunting ritual.
At last, an answer. Those cold blue eyes were locked onto his as he spoke. He had her full, undivided attention. Anastasia noticed his eyes flick over to the dance floor before they returned to her. She didn’t budge. She hadn’t spotted anyone that looked to be in company with him out on the street. That didn’t mean that he didn’t have friends lying in wait in the bar, but she didn’t find such things frightening. She found them difficult, certainly, but she would deal with something like that if the moment presented itself. Otherwise, she wasn’t going to worry herself over it. Worrying caused wrinkles, and that was the exact opposite of what she wanted.
Anastasia tapped her fingers against the rim of her glass. She still hadn’t touched the alcohol, not that she planned to. Truthfully, she had ordered it just to have it, partly for appearance and also for the minor chance she needed to turn it into a projectile. She wasn’t fond of violence and avoided engaging in combat on her own if at all possible, but she would still put up one hell of a fight should the occasion arise. Blinking slowly, she contemplated her words carefully. The faint, almost predatory smile she gave him would have sent a chill through any normal man, but something told her that wasn’t what he was at all,
“This city can drain energy just as readily as it may giwe it, such it my predicament. I vas curious to see if you vould follow and you did. I vandered out in the first place because I vas bored. You caught my interest and hawe managed to hold it. Not many accomplish that.”
Well, not many who weren’t rich. As she finished her last sentence she glanced at the mirror behind the bar. Seeing the bartender staring at her she winked at him, causing the poor young man to nearly drop the bottle he was handling. Smirk back on her face, a low chuckle left her before her eyes returned to the current object of interest,
“It vill be interestingk to see if you can continue to hold my attention, krasnyy.”
She leaned a bit harder against the bar, moving closer to her him in the process. Her gaze, meant to be alluring, was back on him and a predatory grin had wormed its way onto her features,
“Vould you be so kind as to tell me vhat your reason for followingk vas?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2013 14:27:47 GMT -5
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The male’s bright eyes focused on hers. The ways the bright hues flashed throughout the building, the colors dancing upon her elegant flesh, her eyes seeming the sparkle with perfection, reflecting a beauty of floors. As he looked at her he was slightly mesmerized. He could tell any man who came across this woman’s presence would instantly become intoxicated with her. Desiring her the more he let his senses take her in. But as he looked at her it was a different feeling. Maybe there was a attraction deep down in his heart, but those feelings were burying beneath many, many other things at this point in his life. For him, it was more admiration. Just looking at the elegant woman he could feel her power he could feel her desires. It was almost alluring to him, reminding him of his childhood. Waking up to the fresh scent of sizzling bacon with freshly cooked eggs and the sound of music playing. It was a delightful memory, but also slightly intoxicating. If he wasn’t too careful he would fall into this woman’s trap. After all, a woman of such stature had to have some idea, some reason for luring him here.
Even as she explained how the city was draining and she grew bored he knew there had to be something even deeper than that. She might have been bored, but there was a reason she found interest in a dark hooded figure rather than any of the richer or ‘prettier’ men around. If she was a normal woman, which was obvious by now she wasn’t, the other men would have suited her much more than he. But saying that she wasn’t there had to be some reason she lured him here with such an inviting smirk. For now he would have to settle with not knowing, if he pushed too hard to figure her out it would not work well. For now it was a game of cat and mouse. It was only figuring out who was the cat, and who was the prey..
A slight amused smirk painted it’s self onto Trust’s face as he watched her smirk cause such a dramatic reaction from the bartender. Obviously a boy who was attracted, but now realizing he was way out of his league. This woman liked to play games, that much was obvious, and the thought was confirmed when she gave the challenge, wondering if he could hold her attention. He liked her more and more. This woman was confident, but would her Ego be her downfall?
Trust remained watchful as she asked again why he followed her into the club. It was a dangerous question. Loaded with many possibilities, now it was a matter of which road he wanted to go down. Telling by the way the woman was speaking, she knew he was no ordinary human. But there were many more options on what he could be. Friend, foe, predator, the fun part was, he wasn’t even sure himself what he was at this point.
”You must know, judging by your accent. That it’s not only this forsaken city that is lacking; it’s most of the world. There are many.. Distasteful things in this world, I am simply looking for something I find more enjoyable.”
Trust stared into her eyes invitingly as he finished his sentence; it was a mischievous grin. His white teeth shining from the shadow of his hood before hiding back behind his tattooed mouth. The male raised his hands and slowly lowered his hood. Letting his eyes glance over at the bartender with a playful smirk before returning back to the woman he was speaking with.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2013 21:48:14 GMT -5
An interesting answer and one that delighted her. Anastasia would have loved a straight answer, but then if he’d given one the game would end and then she would have to look elsewhere for entertainment et again. She was already having such fun with this one. Whether this man was a friend or someone to be wary of was still unknown, but what she did know was that he was at the least on par with her level of intelligence. Both appeared quite well versed in talking circles around the other, only letting on subtle details that may or may not cue into a larger truth. It seemed that each were hunters in their own way. Both sought knowledge and each meant to capture it, but in order to do so the game must continue, and that thought alone made the Russian absolutely giddy. She hadn’t had such fun in years.
Anastasia couldn’t agree more, even giving an exaggerated nod at the stranger’s words. The world itself was indeed lacking. In interest, in hope, in money, in love, the list went on and on. It could be argued that Anastasia had stolen several of those from several people at several points in her life, and she would of course happily own up to such allegations with a proud smile upon her face. The selfish had ruined her life, and so now she made it her life’s mission to ruin all of theirs. The souls she collected along the way were but an added plus, although the hunger did at times appear overpowering. She was not some wild, maddened soul as the reckless ones Shibusen would pick up on near instantly. She didn’t understand how the hunger could grow so much, become so overwhelming that the need became all they knew. Then again her main interests didn’t include becoming stronger. Give her riches abound, a penthouse, and a warm bed and you would have yourself one very content Anastasia. Chuckling to herself, she leaned more on the bar,
"I hawe seen my fair share of deprawity, though most of it has been intentional on my part."
The unintentional cases were occasions that she would not allow to resurface, not ever. Her mind moved to what exactly the stranger may have been referring to. There were many enjoyable things to still be taken from the world, or stolen in Anastasia’s case. The most notable one present was of course she herself, but that was merely her ego talking. She discounted that possibility, though, if only because he had said something rather than someone. If not companionship than what did this man seek? He became more interesting by the minute,
“And vhat is it exactly that you find enjoyable, krasivyy?”
And at last the hood was down. As she caught the little smirk he sent the bartender’s way, Anastasia wondered briefly if he wasn’t trying to make the poor young man jealous. Then again it would more than likely frighten him off if nothing else. Still smirking herself, she let her cold gaze slowly drag over his face once again now that she could get a good look at him. Definitely different from the usual sort that she tended to associate with, but that made it all the more exciting. Perhaps she was a change of pace for him as well. She could only assume for now to possibly be corrected at some later point in time, but for now he held her interest still as the frigid blue of her eyes locked on his again.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2013 19:34:45 GMT -5
when the devil wants to dance with you ,YOU BETTER SAY NEVER [/color][/font] because a dance with the devil might last you forever[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/color][/center][/color][/font]
As the male’s golden eyes looked into the woman’s eye in front of him there was a sudden shift in atmosphere. Trust’s eyes flickered to the dance, where which was now playing a slow song in honor of some newly engaged couple. tch how trivial. It reminded him of his days in school, Dances and parties. Such small things that was everyone’s focus, but there was so much more to life than this… While these two lovebirds celebrated their love, the world still engaged in war and hate. And how long would their love last? Wouldn’t they only grow bored with each other or find a reason to hate each other and eventually wage war on those they now find dearest. This is why his mission was so important. If he could delete the hate, the war, the power, then maybe this couple actually stood a chance to be together. Even so… What kind of club stopped the party to play a so song? How pathetic this city was.
Trust’s eyes gazed back into the lovely pair in front of him. A small chuckle echoed into the back of his mind. Even though Trust didn’t look it, he was still human. And he knew that at some point in his life, talking to a beautiful woman as such with a slow song elegantly playing in the background. His heart might have fluttered and he might have even taken the chance to ask the woman to dance. But now… Even such things didn’t really have time in his mind. He wasn’t here to find love; there was something more important than that. He needed to find a partner. Someone who could help further his goals. Someone who he could trust with his power and in return dismantle the hate in a way Shibuden never could. They took too much time; they were too innocent, too afraid to get their hands dirty. Everyone knew that every great gift required a great sacrifice. But The shinigami was too slow.. He didn’t want to require the sacrifice of the innocent to obtain the peace he desired. That’s what made him weak..
“And vhat is it exactly that you find enjoyable, krasivyy?”
That was a very good question indeed. What did he find enjoyable? What was it in this life he took time to enjoy? A small sad smile slowly etched it ‘s way onto the male’s lips as he looked at the female. This was a great place to be, it was friendly with her for the time. He didn’t exactly desire friends because he was lonely, at least he would never admit to such a thing. But he needed friends if he would find the one to help his with his goals. Maybe she could be a means to an end. So he decided to take a new approach with the female. A slightly more honest one, letting him reveal just a tad bit more of his true self.
”It’s been so long… I’m afraid I’ve forgotten.” after a few moments of silence he added. ”I guess I just enjoy peace…”
He glanced back up to the woman and let his smile grow into a more enjoyable one. He didn’t want this woman’s petty, nor was did he want to linger on this topic for long. So he lifted his hand pointing at her gently. As he spoke he had a gentle yet curious smirk upon his lips. This was truly a game of cat and mouse.
”And what of yourself? What is it that you might find enjoyable in this world? There must be something your looking for..”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2013 15:46:56 GMT -5
A glimmer of emotion, but not what she was expecting. Cunning, secretive, that was what she had predicted, but here was an entirely different sight. It was barely there but she caught it. Sadness, solitude. Her eyes narrowed if only out of intrigue. Such confidence and prowess suddenly overcome by something so trivial in her mind, but then she had no time for such things. Sadness and sorrow were things that Anastasia no longer bothered to waste her time upon. All she needed to be was predatory, mysterious, and lethal. As long as she possessed those three things with a dash of iron will and control perfected over years of scheming, she was golden.
Still, it made her wonder. What are you hiding there? Anastasia wasn’t particularly interested on the pasts of others. Everyone had something to hide, to forget, and she was no different. However if there was something playing at the back of this man’s mind that she could use as leverage, then she would just love to be able to use it. For now, though, she was cautious, choosing not to comment on it. No use poking a sleeping bear unless you knew for sure what you were getting into.
His words only seemed to confirm her suspicions. Yes, there was something there alright, but what? Nothing recent enough to evoke tears, but not old enough to be forgot. Painful enough to be remembered, but not so much as to evoke a violent reaction. Blinking slowly, Anastasia went through the possibilities though there were many. A fight, a death, a lost love, a betrayal. Stop. The latter instantly brought a bitter taste to her mouth, making her purse her lips for only a moment, although it could easily have been mistaken as a result of thoughtfulness, a nervous tick maybe to one who didn’t already know her act. No use dwelling on it, not now. Oh how very different or even nonexistent this meeting would have been had certain circumstances not been met. Anastasia put her mental walls back into place. Those memories had no place here.
A smile. It was softer, friendlier, but Anastasia wasn’t buying it. Whether it was real or not didn’t matter to her. This was still a game, and there was still that potential danger. Who was friend and who was foe had still not been established, though she saw no reason to be hostile. Yet. She raised an eyebrow and let another smirk grace her features as her own question was directed right back at her. Oh the answers she could give, but she held her tongue for the moment. No need to be needless crude or cruel just yet. A bit of control was needed for this situation, and Anastasia had more than enough of it.
The first thing that came to her mind was rest. Anastasia was, after all, lazier than sloth by nature. The concept of hard work that didn’t involve some sort of higher intelligence was completely foreign to her, and being awoken before most were sitting down for dinner was something that generally tended to put her in a foul mood. In that respect, she supposed she enjoyed peace very much herself. Warm blankets, fluffy pillows, and absolute silence made possible by the wonders of soundproofing blocking out the car horns and street noise from below. Perhaps they weren’t so different as she’d originally thought, this man and her. However there was that other side to her as well, the side that tricked and lied and stole. That side of her that hungered even now for more power, for another soul. That side that loved nothing more than to bathe in the blood of her most recent kill, relished the thought of taking all that money for herself, and grew absolutely giddy at the sight of a precious gem meant just for her. On that note, perhaps they were entirely different, but for now Anastasia would side with trickery. Seeming to relax a bit and lean slightly back, she herself gave a rather gentle smile and circled a finger around the still untouched glass of alcohol before her,
“Good wodka, not that there is any to be found here in the states.”
She wasn’t serious, though, as was made obvious by the soft giggle she gave after speaking. Turning her gaze to stare into the clear liquid, her expression softened. It was a trick, of course, nearly everything she did was, but she was trying her damndest and pulling out all the stops for this one in particular,
“I suppose I am rather fond of peace myself, although I am fonder of the silence it bringks more than anythingk else.”
She glanced briefly at the couple still dancing. While her face may have been one of innocence, her gaze remained cold, unfeeling. A few drops of venom and loathing crept into those blue eyes of hers looking at the two. She’d been like that once, so full of love and trust. Tapping her nails against the bar, she reassured herself mentally that she would never be so foolish again. Staring at the two a bit longer, she gradually let the mask slip if only just a bit. A wry smile replaced the gentle one. He would leave her once someone younger, prettier, more interesting caught his eye. They always did. Whether or not the poor thing would learn her lesson or not remained to be seen. Her gaze returned to the man before her in an instant, façade back in place with a playful smirk and a glint in her eyes. This was no time to be nostalgic after all.
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