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Post by calli on Mar 24, 2013 13:44:03 GMT -5
-Stacey dragged Em off. She'd had enough. Besides, she'd beaten the crap out of the girl. That was that until Em's screams started echoing down the halls. Kejar and Tejar were, shell shocked. The Lawyer pulled strings, massaged the system and got all the charges dropped or answered for by other people. It amazed him really. But the night before they were scheduled for release, it all went up. Everything. Kejar sat in stunned horror as he watched the five alarm fire go from containable, to simple
damage control, with firemen spraying water on other buildings to keep them from burning. All of it gone. He had ideas. But kept them to himself, and when they were released, walked out in suit and tie, while Tejar strolled along in leather and T shirts. A portal ripped apart space-tme. He stepped through, Tejar came after, and he kissed the ground at the altar of Set. Had to give the god props. He had his shit together. Word spread fast. Before long Tejar was left to contend with his women
and Kejar simply stood quietly staring out at the dunes. Inside they were gods. They had to fight to get there. but nearing the end of their stay they had that place in their palm. Now? He was wondering how to pull alliances forged inside with Mexicans, Italians, and blacks. His mind still lingered on the club and it's blaze. They'd lost. They'd been beaten back, and it was going to take more than a nights blood shed to remedy it. His fingers pulled the tie he wore loose. He shed his coat
and as he rolled his sleeves up Mufasa eased into a quiet stand behind him. "I kept them the best I could. Your women are safe. They hate me. But they are safe." Kejar nodded, "Are they the scourge of the sands yet?" Mufasa shrugged, "I wouldnt say that. But they've come far." Kejar nodded and rubbed his face "I'm tired."-
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Post by calli on Mar 24, 2013 13:44:32 GMT -5
Not a word was spoken as he stared at the remains of the Lair. Ten plus years of his life devoted to the place. Gone. Again. He could hear Mackenzie now. There was no way they'd ever find an insurance policy again to cover the place. How many times did they have to rebuild? Start again? Golden eyes narrowed as fingers etched over his cuffs. Odd how they were once just trinkets that marked him as owned, now the only things he found solace in.
Turning on heel, he followed his brother. They'd return home. Home to where it began, perhaps one day even end. Egypt. As Kejar checked on his own he sought out the Priestess. Lighting the incense he moved to settle beside her before the alter. 'It's gone.' He murmured to her. 'It can be replaced.' Came her ever hopeful response. Beauty of the Priestess, always trying to find the lighter, brighter side to shit. Even if she was also a notorious thief eight months out of the year.
He nodded in agreement. 'I'm tired, klien suster. Kejar is tired. Adratha is no more..you're all that's left of us.' Silence hung between them before she asked softly. 'what would you have of me, Broer?' Tejar closed his eyes as shoulders lowered a bit. 'your faith. never lose faith in us, no matter what blood covers our hands.'
His sister moved, rising to feet and moving to stand before him. Her hand reached to brush his cheek. 'As the Priestess of the temple of Set, I will never lose faith, in the Patron nor those who fully serve him.' Kneeling before him, she cupped his face and kissed his cheeks. 'as your klien suster, broer..my vader, my minnaar..never would I lose faith in you and Kejar. what blood covers you, i shall bathe in as well.'
Tejar remained still before opening his eyes regarding her in silence. 'Kejar says to kill them all or die trying.' Raising a hand he traced her jaw with a finger. 'i have no intention of dying anywhere but upon Egyptian soil, amidst 600 wives, little thief.' Kenya grinned. 'agreed. tell our brother..i am at his disposal. Madison has taught me to use a gun.' Tejar's eyes rolled. 'Gods help us all.' Pressing his forehead to hers he kissed her softly.
Leaving the temple, Tejar returned to New York he headed to Mount Sinai Hospital. Slipping into the room, he stood at the foot of the bed. The tubes were way to many count. The bandages, no mummification process could have been done better. Save that the body wasn't dead. It's organs devastated, but by some grace the body still lived. 'Its not going to end like this, I promise you, it won't.' Turning on his heel he left the room and head to the nurses station. Scrawling the release as next of kin, he turned hardened eyes on the doctor there.
'Whatever it takes..whatever the cost, whoever the fuck you need to see it done..do so.'
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Post by Jester Dreamer Thief on Mar 26, 2013 9:38:03 GMT -5
As ever on any given slow day, Falcon was face down in bed. Bedding tangled about his waist, blessed silence. Until the tappity tap against his spine. Damn. An cracked open as he rolled over, extending his arm to the little woman decked out like a life sized doll. 'Yes, little girl?' The race of her heart beat and the sniffle had both eyes snapping open as he bolted upright focusing on her. Ok, no wounds, no bruises..what the hell was wrong with his Doll? 'Annabelle.. speak.' So much for talking to her doll.
The woman shook in his arms and pointed to her room where the tv was on. 'Something on TV?' He hedged. Scooping her up as she nodded to him, he carried her back to her room. Sitting her on the bed, he turned his attention to the newscast. The Lair... burned to the ground. There's a suprise. Falcon's eyes narrowed. So what was the big deal? The series of abulances and squad cars filled the screen. Falcon turned his head to the Doll. Then it clicked. Alec. Dammit to hell.
Annabelle clutched her doll and the rocking began as tears filled her eyes. 'Brother...brother...' Falcon fumed. If anything happened to the Doll's brother he was going to rip Kabal a new asshole. Not that he nor Alec were particularly fond of each other..at all. Annabelle took precedence over it all. Annabelle lifted her head to Falcon. 'doctor has brother.' Falcon blinked at the Doll. FUCK. She would equate that to him.
Moving to her he caressed her cheek. 'not that doctor, little girl. a better one..one that helps people.' There was no doubt in his mind, Annabelle had been watching enough to know...her brother was if alive..in the hospital. Kabal was a dead man walking. In the meantime, Annabelle...unleashed hell.
She flew out from her room and hit the dungeon over turning the entire medical play display hunting for a scalpel. She'd made one cut by the time Falcon caught up with her and yanked her up by the back of her dress. 'NO!' It came out a lot harsher than he intended. Anna screamed and cut again. 'no..no...bad dolly.. brother...hurt..and doctor going to cut him...bad dolly...no cut brother...' Three more cuts and both of them had blood on them.
Falcon was beyond furious now. As Annabelle raised her hand to make another cut, the blade sliced his hand as he curled fingers around it. 'Ow.' The single word halted Annabelle as she stared at him. Green eyes narrowed on her. 'you cut me..' Falcon murmured. Annabelle burst into tears. 'bad dolly.' Falcon set her down and Annabelle raced to her cage, they hadn't used in months slamming the door shut as she wrapped her bloodied arms about herself.
Falcon glared at her. Not so much as pissed at her, but the overall situation. Raising his hand, he licked at his own blood, sealing the cut. His fangs were itching again. Pissed just wasn't the word. 'Do.not.leave.the.cage. little girl.' His voice was terse as he moved to it and locked her in. No way in hell was he taking Annabelle to the hospital in her current frame of mind. Alec'd have his ass..if the bastard was still alive. Heading upstairs, he snagged his keys. Leaving word for Lulu to cancel all his sessions and to bring Annabelle dinner...NOT TO RELEASE her from the cage at all.
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Post by Jester Dreamer Thief on Mar 26, 2013 9:38:36 GMT -5
Mount Sinai Hospital....
Viva Brasier sat in the office. This was a new one. Called to a hospital? She didn't really work with...people. That was her sister's thing. Did they have the wrong Brasier ever! A nurse entered and sat down across from her. Blue eyes arched in recognition. Viva smiled a bit. 'Devlyn.' She greeted. 'Viva.' Came the response. Before anything more could be said, a doctor came in with a file.
'Thank you for coming, Ms. Brasier. I know this isn't your normal field of expertise. However, we have a patient that...well its been made clear we are to use all resources available to save his life. 75% of his body is burned beyond repair. Bones are shattered, truly, there is no reason to think the man will survive..but apparently hope is..all we got .'
Viva opened the file and studied it. Pulling out her laptop she opened it up and logged into Skype. Her sister's image popped up. Viva grinned. 'Got a good one Sis.' Reve smiled. 'Upload the specs.' Viva turned her gaze to doctor who nodded and handed her a USB. Plug in and files sent. 'Got it.. tell them we'll take it. See ya later, Sis.' Reve clicked off with a wink. Viva turned her head to the doctor. 'Anything else?' The doctor stared dumbfounded. 'Um.. ' Viva smirked. 'If there's no objection, I'll need Nurse Hyden here. We've worked together before. Her talents will be very helpful.' Devlyn eyed Viva a moment. Bullshit, but whatever. She was a nurse after all.
The doctor took his leave. Viva eyed Devlyn with a grin. 'So..experimentation time.. WHOO HOO.' Devlyn chuckled. 'You're still a crazy bitch with a degree.' Viva tugged an eye socket down and stuck her tongue out at the demon in stolen skin. 'and you're still...a blob.' Devlyn flipped her off, before spinning the file around and skimming it over. 'Whatcha wanna do to the poor slob?'
Viva grinned. 'any damned thing we want. He's ours to play with now.' That much was true right. She eyed Tejar Kabal's name scrawled as next of kin. 'and a loaded slob at that.' The women giggled as Alec Grigorvitch was in for a whole new world of 'what the fuck?'
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Post by calli on Mar 26, 2013 14:36:10 GMT -5
Falcon Tynes: 'You can't park here!' The voice screamed at his back. 'No SMOKING!' Exactly, how many rules did this place have that made no sense. Space was open..he parked. Flick of the ash from his cigarette as he side stepped a body on a gurney attached to an oxygen tank. 'O2' was sorta wasted on him, considering he had 5th grade education from the 1700's. Sue him. Freaky place, all the white was sorta nauseating. The smell wasn't much better either. -d- 'Where do I find Alec?' he asked snagging the arm of one guy in a jumpsuit. The janitor stared at him blanky.
OneWaytoSin: -No it wasn't. Kejar had been in it too long. Kejar stopped by for a visit and fond himself staring at a nurses station. Alec's primary care physician was explaining what was wrong, then he went over Tejar's orders, what had been done, and what the prognosis was. Over all it bored Kejar. Alec wasn't someone he kept up with. Alec was, good. Worked in a pinch but otherwise the guy didn't matter to him at all. So he stood there listened and had the gaul to whistle when the doctor was all done. "Tell the mad scientist to make sure he has tits." He smiled. That should make Tejar's head explode. Not that he really wanted to see it. But seriously. He shook the doctor's hand as the man laughed. Kejar decidedly didn't. Serious? As a heart attack. He turned and started out of the hospital. Kejar had dressed as he usually did. In something easy, natural fibers and all. THis time it was in teh form of T shirt and cargos, with sneakers of some persuasion or another. He smelled Falcon. Yeah. Kejar had the senses of the two. Smelled him then saw him and heard him question the janitor. He flattly rounded the corner, his mood tood a nose dive, and then barked, as a hand latched onto Falcon's wrist and he cleanly jerked claws from the Janitor's arm. "He's got nothing to do with us. Leave him alone. You can't see Alec. He's in...Whatever passes as surgery around this place." -
Falcon Tynes: Sick. Just one sick place. And he was a monster? Logic was a bitch. Inhaling to deep and he'd throw up. Blood, not so bad, urine, bleach, death..he could do without. For the 5th time he was cursing the fate for landing him in NY. His attention was cornered by the grip on his arm. Deadpan green eyes slid up the arm to the body it was attached to. 'you wanna join him? Let go of me.' Short and sweet. The janitor forgotten as he took off, with Falcon facing the Kabal fully. 'where is Alec?' Surgery didn't mean a damn thing to him. Worse case, he either died, or Ravyn turned him and that'd be the end of it. Simplistic enough. -d-
OneWaytoSin: -Kejar decidedly didn't move. His brother probably would have. Kejar didnt. He looked lean. Jail, training, and his decided detatchment from the world at large of late, left the Elder Kabal with ten less pounds than Tej. More muscle, less fat, and a decided dislike for poeple that decided to fuck with things. It showed in the near dead way he stared back at Falcon. "Surgery. No guests. Understand? " Kejar hadn't let go, and he decidedly stood between Falcon and the door. Thats when the full body shove came, and Kejar with it, "Now. Leave."-
InsatiableMemory: And of course Calli had simply impecable timing...really. She slipped out of a portal at that moment in one of the closets she remembered from her stay here with Sapphire and then out into the hall. She could feel who was here. Kejj she knew as she had come here to support him but Falcon?!? Then it hit her...Annabelle. "Fuck" She whispered under her breath. She had not had a chance to even process all this for herself let alone anyone else. It was all still a shock so she knew it had to be even more to Falcon. a breath was taken and she moved through the halls and came to a stop. Jeans, tee, and boots. Nothing fancy today.A clear of her throat after watching for a few moments."He is where if you go it will definatly kill him Falcon and then it will be no good for Anna." She moved to stand with them and slid her hand to Kej's gently. "Kill one another later. Here is not the time or the place." She looked to both of them not taking one side or the other. Yup fucking switzerland right there! Then Kej shoved him and she blinked. This was so not going to end well. "Wait...Does Annabelle know??" --d
Falcon Tynes: Falcon eyed him. The largest of the three vampires known. When the Kabal finally spoke, it was as expected. The wrong answer, accented nicely with a shove that had the vampire taking a step back. 'click' The fangs shot out with the curling of lips in a snarl. 'why the hell else would I be here, Buffy.' True enough. The man could careless about the affairs of the Kabals or whoever was gunning for them. Hell, who they used as human shields didn't really matter to him. If Annabelle wasn't a basket case over her brother, oddly enough, he'd be good with Alec out of the picture as well. Focusing on Kejar his gaze narrowed. 'you're the brother, I take it.' This one smelled a tad bit different from the other one that'd yanked a fang out of his head when they met. Dropping his gaze to Calli between them and the arm still on his he waited.-d-
OneWaytoSin: -The fangs came out, and Kejar grinned at the man. It was the sort of smile people didn't want to see. One that didn't touch his eyes, nor did he turn his gaze from the man. The itch to relive Tejar's first meeting with the guy was there. So bad. It's be so easy...SO FUCKING EASY. Calli though spoke. He loved how people thought they could disarm a situation through words. Not with idiot here. People were looking. A small crowd really. Kejar decidedly didnt care. That's when hit happened. Just because he could really. A fist rolled up and fingers dug into the vampires mouth. "Flash them at me again, I'll end you with them..." Kejar grabbed hold of a fang. well wrapped a finger round it really with a healthy helping of the rest of his hand. The result was a decided lack of anything close to leverage. Meant no bites. He kicked low. It was simultaneous. A hammer blow shot at falcons knee. That's when roots and all snapped in his head and flesh ripped away. Kej got himself a fang too. "I said leave. Alec's alive. Calli will see you shortly."-
InsatiableMemory: "Fuck" She knew well that would not be good on the Doll's psyche, hell it could of set back months worth of work that Falcon and hell the rest of them had done when she was at the Lair with Alec. Her thumb and forefinger pressed against the bridge of her nose. She nodded to Falcon when he spoke of Kej being Tej's brother but then she saw that look and she just sort of knew al hell was about to break loose. Gut feeling...damn her powers of perception. Words were all Calli was willing to use in a public place most times unless pushed and though he did not care she did albeit to much most of the time. She along with the crowd watched as it happened and her hand covered her mouth. She had a feeling she got involved in anyway both would get pissed at her for it so her first instinct to get between them was swallowed back. She closed her eyes took a deep breath and shook her head. a funny suspicion in the back of her mind said that the two sides of her life were about to be at war with one another on a more perminant basis. Switzerland damn it! She was learning...sort of. "Damn it..." --d
Falcon Tynes: Falcon's head snapped back with a jerk as he felt the fang give. Blood spurted. His?! Really? What the fuck was it with Kabals and teeth. That..was it! Done. All bets were off now. His leg hurt like hell as he recoiled back. Placing weight on it, and a little jerk. Yeah, that was gonna hurt later. Along with the hole where a fang used to be. Murder alit green eyes as his tongue slid over the bloody hole and lips. 'and just as dumb as the other one.' Fist balled and fired like a blast from a cannon, at Kejar's face. Didn't really matter either way if he knocked his head off now or later. He hadn't come for a fight. Funny, how he always found one with a Kabal name scrawled all over it. Advancing on Kejar, another blow followed from the left as Calli's premonitions came to light. 'you people are a fucking death sentence. everyone everything you touch ends up dead.' He growled. 'whatever shit you're mirred in, i so hope you slither out of, i personally want to end you all myself.' -d- The hell with Madison and Calli, they'd made their choice. They either stayed the fuck outta his way, or were steam rolled over with the rest of the garbage bearing Kabal as a last name.
OneWaytoSin: -Kejar moved with him, his fist a mess of blood. The first blow Kejar side stepped easily, the second was blocked with a folded arm that covered his flank. The rhetort was frank, just as brief. Though it came from Kejar's left side. The man was a southpaw. Low. The blow started low and arced up. A classic upper cut, designed to stun, if it caught on the point of Falcon's chin. Kejar was already moving, positions shifted, Mustafa had drilled this into him, drilled it and drilled it. Even Adratha wa dumb enough to forget the lesson. You move into them, always forward. Kejar's hands snapped up then back down on the nape of Falcon's neck. Not a blow but a hold. control your opponent. he was trying. THough his fingers were slick with blood and his fang had flung itself somewhere. Kejar growled, "That's a bit hypocritical isn't it leech? Least our's know what they are getting into. How many have you glamoured or glossed over what you REALLY do to them to play your games? You're just as bad. Just as much a monster.." That was owning it right there wasn't it? A sharp knee rose to collide with Falcon's ribs on the right side.-
InsatiableMemory: She watched with wide eyes for a few moments as they fought and then they narrowed with a bit of determination before she shook her head. She did not speak nor did she step in. She loved them both and she refused to choose sides and though it was in FAR differant ways....if either of them cared for her at all they would never make her. Short of them actually killing one another she had no place in the middle of this and with the way the crowd was calling for security at the moment that wasn't going to be an issue. "If you two do not stop you won't be able to bring anyone to see Alec and you both have people that love him that need to see him..." Falcon had Annabelle and There were the gems as well. It was something she said to herself more then them honestly. You arent crazy if you talk to yourself...or answer yourself...Its when you start arguing with yourself you have issues...or so they say. --d
Falcon Tynes: Falcon's head snapped back into the hold, as he was drug forward. Shift of body mass as hands blocked the knee rising, then went around waist to yank Kejar down to the floor. Hog wrestling. No shit..he'd done it. Funniest shit ever! Shoving a knee down Kejar's abs, right hand pounded on his head. 'what fuckin' vamps do you hang with..you don't know a damn thing about me..don't ever compare me to you, you have no idea what sort of monster I can be.' Glamour..him? That was hilarious. That was the case there'd have a been a mass exodus of blondes commiting suicide. Seriously. Right hand closed over Kejar's throat as Falcon dragged them to feet. Pushing him into Calli, he glared at him. 'stay alive Kabal, we're not done with this. I've got eternity to make your lives hell.' Left hand rose to finger the gaping hole in his mouth. Least the damn thing would grow back. Too bad, he'd lost it, could have given it to Lulu for the hell of it.-d-
OneWaytoSin: -Kejar was flung. He'd weathered the rest of the fight without damage to speak of. The thud on the floor hurt, but he'd covered up let the vampire rant and rave. Kejar skidded to a stop at Calli then snapped around and covered the ground to Falcon's nose in a blink. There was still not the barest sign of heat from him. No rise in temperature. Not even a vague flux. He was cool. He regarded the vampire, "I'm not going to extend an olive branch of tolerance to you. I see you I kill you. If you need to turn tail and run that's fine. Don't cross my sight again. I'm not nearly as patient as Tejar is. That's when the air around then flared. Hot. His cothing smoldered and Kejar shoved a white hot hand to Falcon's chest. Add insult to injury. Brand the man. The smell of skin bubbling and blistering filed the space between them. Then it all stopped. Kejar peeled his palm off Falcon's chest. "I hope we're clear." He turned his back on the vampire and walked away. He felt a trickle of blood down his neck. The base of his skull hurt, his back hurt. Really everything....It all hurt. -
InsatiableMemory: Calli jumped and she just blinked backed the tears. She refused to cry damn it. Neither of them knew one another and both were wrong but telling them that would be like telling Maddie not to blow things up...it would never get through and something bigger would go BOOM. She was not watching now she couldn't. They knew damn well she couldn't watch them fight right?? It was just to much. She heard the threat and it at that point became one of her missions to keep them as far away from one another as possible. No see no fight no death...made sense to her at the moment. Hell there was just so much going on so quickly sense was a funny thing to her. She could smell the seared flesh and her hand moved over her stomach. She looked to Falcon and she knew damn well he would heal. She would come see him soon and help. She watched Kejar walk away and saw the blood dripping and she knew he hurt and she shook her head. Talk about being a piece of Taffy at a taffy pull. Sjhe looked to Falcon and spoke. "I'll be there later today to help...and I will make sure you get updates on Alec." It was the best she could think to offer before she looked for a place to portal back to the estates. --d
Falcon Tynes: Falcon was so never known for patience. Nor was he of the mind to really give two shits less to even try. The searing heat of hand on his chest just set the vampire into a whole new level of pissed off. He liked that shirt. Green eyes slid from Kejar's retreating back to Calli as she spoke. The murder in eyes evident. Woman had any sense, she'd rethink that. Turning on heel, he pulled at the charred shirt molded into his chest. 'You need help, mister?' And there went the shove of a hand to face. He truly hated hospitals. Sliding into the car, another cigarette lit before tires peeled and the vampire headed to Birds.-d-
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Post by calli on Mar 26, 2013 14:40:07 GMT -5
Falcon Tynes: Falcon slammed into the club and headed to his room. His beast unfurled with each step. The lashing tail slammed against a barstool as he passed sending it flying. 'FUCK!' He roared as he headed to his room. Falcon Tynes: Standing before a mirror, he peeled off the shirt and flung it. Claws emerged as he glared at his reflection. He was going to enjoy destroying the Kabals.-d-
BlueGypsyMagic: Sy's head shot up from where it laid on the table in the dungeon. Ever since she had read his note she had been back and forth with Anna and of course cleaning up the dungeon itself. She had not taken the girl from her cage of course she wasnt that damn stupid but she had brought her food and spoken to her even if she had gotten no response other then "Bad Dolly" She was worried but she had no idea really what was going on. Jeans and billowly peasant top in a shade of deep forest green clung to her form as she unfolded herself from her rather tangled position in the chair. God only knew how the woman got herself that way at times or how she slept in the positions she got in. She watched him pass and since she had been tucked in a corner it and he was...well pissed it was no wonder he walked right passed her. She moved a few feet behind him and stopped his door from closing before standing there in the doorway. She cringed looking at his reflection and moved forward. "What do you need?" No how are you..are you ok...blah blah...she knew the answers to the inanae questions they were obvious. --d
Falcon Tynes: Falcon whirled around to her murder in his eyes. The blaring palm print branded on his chest visible. What did he need? His tail lashed about in a rage. 'get out.' He growled. He wasn't in the mood for some woman's prattling. -d-
BlueGypsyMagic: She shook her head and would of rolled her eyes if she had not thought better of it. "Sure." And she did get out but she didn't close the door. She moved into the dungeon and grabbed aloe leaves and a few other things. Vampire or not fire was something they could heal slow from. She looked to Annabelle and she looked more upset then before and that pissed her off a bit as she had calmed her some before she had fallen asleep. she moved back tossed the bag she made on the bed and spoke. "Your upsetting Annabelle." And with that she went back to the Dolls cage and spoke softly to her once more trying to calm her as she took the half eaten tray of cold food out of the cage and pushed it aside. --d
Falcon Tynes: Sheer rage wafted off him, in rolling waves of heat. As Lulu left, it did nothing for his mood. Nor did her return or words to him. The Dungeon Doll was the reason he had a palm print in the middle of his fucking chest. Annabelle was caged for the time being and wouldn't be bothering him. Laying on the bed, he knocked the bag to the floor. Stupid women. His horns emerged as he lie there stewing in his own rage. Kabal. The name echoed in his head. Now, it was completely personal. -d-
BlueGypsyMagic: Once Anna was calm and quiet she smiled to her and her doll and she moved to her feet and back into the bedroom. "Get out...seriously?" She shook her head. "Really Tweets you would think you knew me better by now. I am not about to just leave because you tell me when you are both pissed and injured." She had gotten the suplies but they were not for him to deal with they were for her. She moved to grab the bag and opened it looking to him. She moved to the bed and kneeled on it before she moved to straddle his thighs. He could be pissed at her if he wanted, not something she was used to but she would get done what needed as she always did. --d
Falcon Tynes: Green eyes opened as he growled at the woman sitting on his thighs. 'I have no use for you, bitch.' Straight face and all no less.
BlueGypsyMagic: "I didn't ask if you did. I said I was staying." She took out some gause and the like and then pulled out a vile from her jean pocket and began working to clean the burn. The liquid in the vile would numb the area as she cleaned and then she smeared the aloe on as she cracked open the leaves. It took almost all she had grabbed and the skin was raw and pink after she had cleaned off any old dead skin that was left there. He could say as he liked. She would do what needed doing. Anger flashed in her eyes though. "Whoever upset the two of you and hurt you like this though is on the wrong side of my attitude though." --d
Falcon Tynes: Falcon glared at her. 'Shut up and stop with the...whatever it is you're doing.' Claws wrapped about her wrist. 'You're as bad as Callista. I don't need a fucking mother, or a piece of ass. God dammit, why are women so damned....' His gaze narrowed. 'and that's gonna help. What did this are the Kabals. I swear they've given me a whole new reason to see them wiped off the planet.' He released her. Letting her words sink in as he eyed her. 'My enemy is your enemy, Callista shows her face here, get her out. I don't give to shits if you shove your foot up her ass.. keep anything bearing the Kabal shit away from my family.' His gaze held hers. Waiting for her to connect the dots.-d-
BlueGypsyMagic: She looked to him and her eyes narrowed and then she looked to his claws around her wrist. "I am not your mother Tweets and I never will be and I am also not a bleeding heart. Want to suffer in pain suffer." She tossed the gause to side and then shook her head. "As for a piese of ass Im a hell of a lot better then that and you damn well know it." She listened then and her looked turned serious. She had a name to go with who had cause the pain and that was never good with a Romani...names meant curses and a lot of other things that whispered into the night. When he said his enemy was hers she nodded without even hesitation. It was simply true in her mind. "I wont let her here but what about Ravyn doesnt he hold her collar?" She was connecting easily enough. "What happened to Alec?" She held his gaze and slid her hands to his hips to steady herself there on his thighs for the moment. She damn sure wasn't letting them hear them but she wanted to know if Anna's brother was still breathing or not. --d
Falcon Tynes: His hand moved from wrist to throat as he shoved her to her back. The rip of fabric as he growled lowered his head to lick at her cheek. His claws pinched at breast. If her blood wasn't toxic he might drain her. His grip tightened a bit in warning at her question, despite being a logical one. He hadn't gotten that far yet. 'you need to know who to fear more.' He growled as her jeans fell prey to his claws.-d-
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