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Posted by Giant's Bane on Sept 29, 2008 22:35:55 GMT -6
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(OOC: Sorry it's so long but i figured i'd make the first move, if you had something else in mind let me know and we can switch it up a bit.)
"Uhm, I'd also appreciate it if you didn't uhh... grow or whatever? I don't want to turn this into a mutant lynching... just wanna pay off his tab, you know?"
Bacchus just grinned as they continued to walk into ‘the bad part of town’ he wasn’t planning on using his growth unless he had to, it wasn’t his usually fighting style he preferred making his body dense and throwing punches normal sizes it made the playing field a little more…’even’.
"Well, well, well! Look who the cat dragged in." "You're late, but I'm willing to over look it 'cause that dress is divine, doll. So I'm guessing you're taking up our alternative payment option then?"
Bacchus felt Jenny freeze as he heard a voice and some footsteps, and an offensive odor. Bacchus couldn’t place the sent but it smelled like a combination of bad cologne and some kind of vegetable oil. Bacchus then let out a small snort of laughter when he saw the face of the man that the scent belonged to. It was hard not to laugh; he looked like one of those independent film actors tying to act the role of a bad loan shark. His hair was greased and he kind of looked very snakeish. The man slowly stalked around him and Jenny as if he was a carnivore of some kind picking off the weaker of the two and sure enough his eyes were on Jenny the entire time.
"I got your cash, dipstick. Interest and everything." "Alternative payment option, indeed."
Bacchus just stood showing no emotion what so ever; he was slowly calculating the situation they were in. The only someone could tell if he was still conscious was when the snake man put his hand around Jenny’s neck, a small twitch of his fingers and then they were quickly straightened to their original position.
"What's in the bag?"
‘None of your business you grease monkey’ thought Bacchus. He was thinking about voicing his opinion but in past experience it was never a good thing when the muscle talked, he was there to protect and intimidate nothing else. He was nothing more than a show dog waiting for his master to call him. Bacchus sniffed the air as more distinctive smelling scents came in the area, most of it like extremely bad body odor. They weren’t alone anymore even though they didn’t show them self yet they were going to. A small grin widened on his face, he wasn’t big on killing but the way he saw it, it was either them or Jenny.
"It's not enough, doll."
Bacchus was then a little surprised when she slapped the man and then went back to digging for money. ‘It’s her personality that makes he so interesting’ thought Bacchus as the unfamiliar scents around them started to get closer and come into view. Bacchus grinned and stood still till they were closer and closer to them. They obviously wanted the sack of ‘laundry’ he was holding.
Bacchus started to laugh as Jenny the snake man and Bacchus were surrounded by the far less attractive versions of himself. It’s been a while since he had a good fight. Bacchus’s eyes didn’t leave Jenny but his ears and nose were directed towards the ones around them.
‘Clink’
The sound of a knife was heard as the man closest to Jenny slowly but surly walked closer and closer to her. She looked like she was too busy to notice as she was pulling money from her undergarments. That was his cue, he had to make a move, chances are they were going to demand the girl for the money and that would have been a difficult choice for Bacchus so he decided to beat the man there.
Two fast and large bounds towards Jenny and Bacchus made it there before the fat grease monkey had a knife against Jenny’s throat. Bacchus tossed the money next to Jenny, which landed right next to her left side as he and the grease monkey were on her right. Expanding and increasing the density so fast the man was dead before he knew what happened. Bacchus’s hand completely covered the man’s head as blood spurted from the ears and from behind the head. Using so much force in grabbing the monkey’s head he felt the cracking of the skull and the splatter of brains as the man fell to the ground dead.
Bacchus’s hand returned to normal size so fast it was almost like the man’s head spontaneously blew up from the inside. Scratching his nose Bacchus laughed, “Guess I used to much power. Sheila I hope you ain’t squeamish.” Looking at the man’s lifeless body Bacchus felt a little uneasy looking at the small pond of blood and brains that leaked from the portly man’s skull. “Might of jumped the gun there.”
((OOC: you'll hear no complaints from me about long posts as long as they're full of the GB goodness you've been producing lately ^_~))
She felt them approach. Several knives and two handguns. She had no idea how many bodies that added up to, but she felt only 4 belt buckles in the whole group. Again that didn't mean anything. These guys had no class. She could only see one from her peripheral vision as she made a show of rooting for the last bits of money.
Bacchus started to laugh. The sound only made 'Jenny' uneasy. Who would laugh at this kind of thing? They were in a tight spot and the if the guns and knives approaching were any indication, that spot was getting tighter. Lori hoped Brickson was good in a fight. This could very well all come down to reflexes and --
Two loud crunches echoed in her ears. Bacchus was moving fast. She felt him move out from behind her to lunge and she straightened and turned in time to see... the bag of money fly right next to her. She twisted awkwardly to reach it, one of her arms instinctively darting out to catch the fabric, but she only caught one lip of the bag and it tipped. Its surprising momentum yanked her off balance and down with it. She was suddenly laying on top of a spill of green bills.
She felt the dense metal of the guns moving in a manner that wasn't walking. "No!" An invisible magnetic field pulled the gunmen fiercely to the left just as they shot. She felt the pistols swiveling when she heard the rounds fire. Most likely those rounds flew wild. Her eyes were unfocused as she controlled things that could not be seen. She'd forgotten about the oily snake who was only paces away and had full view of what she was slipping on as she struggled unseeingly to her feet.
More knives were being drawn. She felt them, but she was busy taking those guns away. But the ******* **********ers just wouldn't let go no matter how much she increased the strength of the field. ****! Those brutes were strong! And so attached to their pieces! The meta slide was twisting and groaning as it pulled toward the invisible field. The chains on the swings from the playground streamed toward the invisible field, pointing to its core. She heard the men cursing and their feet slipped on the playground gravel when they baulked and tried to free their guns again from the unseen hand that held them... and was starting to drag them.
Lori heard a sickening crack and that pulled her away from the direction of her power. Her foot slipped on something thick, warm, and slimy. When she looked down, it felt like it was in slow motion.
“Guess I used to much power. Sheila I hope you ain’t squeamish.... Might of jumped the gun there.”
'Are those...' her mind stopped and took a shuddering breath, her control over the strong magnetic field now totally forgotten... 'brains?'
Two more shots fired, only one directed at her. It made a sharp splash of little pebbles fly up just beyond Lori's left calf. There was a sharp intake of breath as something slashed at her hand. Instinctively she let go, her head swishing around to see the small snakey one grabbing the reigns on the bag of cash. She didn't stop to think, instinct was her guiding force now. Lori leapt at the man, her knee connecting in a very soft and precious place and her hands grabbed first at the knife and second at the bag. The man had doubled over from the pain so slipping behind him with the knife and bag was easy. She pressed the knife savagely to the man's neck, it was easier with him doubled over otherwise she may have had to stand on her tip toes.
Lori was pissed. "Don't shoot! You do it again and you're not going home tonight just like your brainiac friend." She bellowed pressing the knife harder against the man's neck, though hurt he apparently wasn't out of the fight yet and he swung lamely at the back of her knees. The blow threw her off balance forcing her to kneel next to the man, but she still had contact enough to deliver a sharp shock to the man for his disobedience. The electricity crackled down the knife and into his throat making him cry out before coughing and sputtering. He wouldn't do it again and she wouldn't kill him. Not this one. She needed this one to deliver a message.
She heard a scuffle of bodies and it reminded her that there were others fighting. And Brickson... She looked up frantically then to see if the big guy was okay.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Sept 30, 2008 16:45:50 GMT -6
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Bacchus let out a small Lion like roar as he felt the bullet make contact to his skin, sure it couldn’t go through the skin but the heat from it was a pain in the arse to deal with. Bacchus looked around and saw Jenny engaged in a fight with the snake like man for the bag of money that was now cluttered about on the ground around them, oh how he wished he tied a tighter know around the bag so nothing could escape.
Searching the field Bacchus found his gunman in fact he found two. They were on the opposite side of Jenny from where he was and they were reloading their guns ready to take another shot. With out hesitation Bacchus ran straight for Jenny and then increased the size of his legs and jumped. Using his brute strength he cleared over jenny with out coming close to hitting her. A summersault in the air and he was back down on the ground next to the gunman. The gunmen however reacted by turning their attention from Jenny to Bacchus who was now right in front of them.
Bacchus was looking down the barrel of the gun as he heard the trigger get pulled. Bacchus’s body reacted on it’s own as he stuck his hand toward the gun and palm thrusted the gun as well as the hand of the guy using it. The palm thrust was followed by a scream Bacchus crushed the gun up to the guy’s forearm. The guy collapsed to the ground screaming and writhing in agony of his broke hand, wrist and arm. The guy who was closet to the now one armed gunman looked at Bacchus with fear on his face as Bacchus just smiled at him, “What mate you can’t dish it out?” The man dropped his gun and made a run for it but before he got any distance Bacchus already had him in his arms in a large bear hug. Bacchus shuddered a little when he felt the crunch and squash of the man’s bones and insides giving way to Bacchus’s Giant like strength. Dropping his body like a rag doll he then turned to Jenny.
Examining her having the guy in a choke hold with the knife to his neck he smiled, “Well this was some date Sheila, looking forward to the next one,” Bacchus let out a laugh as he brushed the blood of his hands like it was dirt or something. He looked at the guy screaming in agony then he looked to the split skull guy, “That’s gonna be a pain to pick up.” Bacchus yawned and then walked over to Jenny.
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((OOC: forgive the triteness. my brain was full of fuzz when I started writing this post *checks* 9 hours ago. lol.))
Lori was surprised to feel relief when she saw that Brickson was okay. Albeit now he was covered in blood and thicker fluids which was going to make walking away with a big bag of money into a veeeery interesting ordeal, but Lori had something else to deal with right now.
The man she was holding at knife point was muttering a fast and steady stream of threats against the two of them and Lori's dad. The sound was annoying and cut off suddenly when Lori shoved him hard without warning onto his back. She mounted his chest, digging one knee into his solar plexus, the one spot you can't flex to protect, effectively pinning him to the ground and keeping his breathing labored with her aptly applied weight. She jabbed the knife casually into the soft triangular spot between the bend of his lower jaw bone. The sudden pain made him wriggle, but she hadn't jabbed him too deeply. Perhaps 2 centimeters of red was at the tip of the knife that she showed to him. It was rather more of a warning.
"You do know why you're still alive right now, don't you?" Lori began menacingly as she twisted the blade under the light of the now setting sun. He was glaring daggers, but wisely said nothing as Lori fished around in his breast pocket for the cash she'd given him earlier. She reached over and grabbed two stacks of bills that were in her reach. They only had a little blood spatter on them. Lori then proceeded to count the bills on top of the man's chest... twice, just as he had done earlier. When she came to the agreed upon amount she stopped and stuffed the bills back into his breast pocket. Any beyond their afore mentioned price was crammed hastily into the top of her dress.
"I hope you're satisfied." She purred. This was his fault after all. "I know I am. Paid in full. No alternative payment options." She then slashed toward his cheek, he aptly dodged by turning his head toward the thick goo that used to be his muscle's brain. Lori pressed the knife against his cheek to keep his field of vision on the dead man. "Now that we've paid our debt, you have no business with myself, my associate, or my father."
Lori wrinkled her nose at the trembling man beneath her. Now that she was up close and personal she was beginning to realize how bad he smelled. "See what happens when you do unnecessary things? This was all just a big ol' misunderstanding, I'm sure, but there is a sure way that we can avoid confrontations like this in the future. You listening, buddy? 'Cause I don't like to repeat myself." Lori kept the pressure on the knife as she pulled his face back toward hers. The result was that the blade slid across his cheek to rest with the point just under his eye. She searched those eyes. He was scared and understandably so. People's brains shouldn't just leak out of their ears and that man's head definitely hadn't started the night in that particular shape. He still looked like he understood, though any nodding like movement of his head would result in him impaling his eye on the knife at his cheek.
"You and anyone you know are not to speak to, see, or stand within 50 yards of my dad and you are by no means allowed to ever, EVER offer him another cash advance. Got it?" She paused waiting for a response. He seemed to be mulling things over in his mind. Was he allowed to make such promises? "As much as I'd love to have it in writing, I'll accept your verbal assent."
"S-sure, whatever you want."
Lori receded from her perch swiftly stepping away from the man in a fast and fluid motion. She took a fast few steps to stand next to Brickson and present a united front. "Please, see that you keep my requests, as I hate to leave a mess like this." Lori folded up the knife and looked around, taking inventory of the scene. There were the two gun men with their solid metal guns, knives in their pockets, a knife here... hey, wasn't there another knife around somewhere?
Lori then set on the task of scooping up the cash that had spilled out of the bag. Not a whole lot had made it out, but it was telling of what was in the rest of the bag and the snake-like man still had hungry eyes when he looked at the bulging sack.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 1, 2008 22:15:57 GMT -6
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Bacchus watched Jenny like a hawk as she threatened, poked and prodded the snake man. A smile came to his face one signifying that he was glad she was an ally for the time being and now an enemy. Sure he was far stronger than her but she gave a off a cunning and manipulative presence of a professional. Bacchus admired that about her.
"S-sure, whatever you want."
Thinking to himself ‘His word means nothing, he is just a messenger and these guys’ Bacchus nudged one of the lifeless bodies with his foot as he crouched down and started to clean his hands on the dead mans shirt ‘ are nothing more than delivery boys, the only way to deal with these people is to attack the head honcho, you cut the head the body slowly dies.’ Bacchus was going to have to mention this to Jenny who now walked back to the money with in his opinion a slight look of satisfaction on her face. But then decided that this could wait until they were in a safe location and after they had split the money.
Bacchus stood up with his hands now blood free and his head looking to the sky. He looked out to the sun and frowned slightly, it was nothing compared to the sunsets back home. Didn’t matter how many nights in a row he would watch the sun set it was always a different experience. Wide open plains full of nothing but trees if heaven existed on earth it was there. The moon was now visible in the clear cloudless sky. He looked at it and took a few deep breaths replaying the events of the night in his head, ‘that was the first time a brain has ever blew out the back of somebody’s head before. I think I might need to focus more in a fight, it was way to messy.’
Bacchus walked closer to Jenny and let out a sigh, “That was some party Sheila, you always have this much fun?” Bacchus looked around at the mess then started to help shovel money in the bag. Once the money was all in there he looked up to Jenny and asked, “You alright?”
As the oily man pushed himself to his feet, Brickson began to casually clean off the blood from his hands. The messenger clapped one hand to the bloody spot where Lori had jabbed him on the underside of his jaw and brushed himself off with his other arm. He took a moment to make sure the cash was still in his pocket before hesitantly taking a step away from Lori and Brickson. Once he realized they really were just going to let him walk away he hightailed out out of there like greased lightning... well, at least he had the grease part down.
Tossing the last bit of cash into the bag, Lori re-tied the closure and inspected the area. It was a smorgasbord of evidence. Blood and guts. Foot prints. 'Jenny' and Brickson both had smatterings of blood on their person. She was just sure this was going to come back and bite her some how. She flexed her hand uncomfortably. It'd been slashed right along the tendon of her ring finger. It wasn't a particularly deep cut, but it was still bleeding and it hurt. It also made closing her left hand a bit painful, but honestly without Brickson it would have been much worse. He would hear no complaints about it from her.
“That was some party Sheila, you always have this much fun?”
"Not always." She snorted a kind of laugh and turned her face up toward his and offered him the bag. "We'd better get out of here, you have somewhere you need to be, pumpkin?" She realized that they both looked a wreck. They needed to get out and away from any witnesses, ditch their clothes, burn the evidence - whatever. She wasn't used to unplanned disasters of this scale. She also began to lament the loss of her blue silk dress knowing that tonight would be the last time she'd ever get to wear it.
“You alright?”
For some reason the question surprised her. Of course she was okay. Why wouldn't she be? Lori straightened her dress and swallowed. "Yeah. You ready to go?"
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 2, 2008 12:34:18 GMT -6
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Bacchus grinned in pleasure watching the greased up snake book it after looking at his fallen muscles. Bacchus then let out a small laugh noticing how fast the man ran a touch of pity hit Bacchus watching him book it around a corner chances are he would be killed for not doing his job.
"Not always." "We'd better get out of here, you have somewhere you need to be, pumpkin?"
Bacchus looked at Jenny as she spoke to him. He thought about her question and came to the conclusion that he had no where to go, he was staying at some run down motel somewhere near here but if he could go somewhere else he was more than glad to ditch the infested room. Bacchus grabbed the bag and swung it over his shoulder grinning, ”Where ever your going Sheila.” "Yeah. You ready to go?"
Bacchus set down the bag walked over to Jenny and grabbed her injured hand and held it close to his face so he could examine the cut, “Your no very convincing with a cut like this.” Bacchus let go off Jenny’s hand and then tore a sleeve from his shirt and wrapped it up her hand.
He then turned away from Jenny and said, “Lots of evidence here ain’t it?” Bacchus started to intake air as his lungs started to expand greatly. Once his lungs were full, Bacchus enlarged his chest a little more so he could intake more air. After doing this several times Bacchus’s chest resembled that off a large balloon. Once Bacchus couldn’t take anymore he pressed his lips togther as he started to blow at the ground where their foot prints were. The sound of a strong wind blew about as dust, dirt and blood blew about like a small tornado was going off in the area of the crime scene. Once all the foot prints were disrupted he turned to Jenny, “Yeah now I am, so where to?”
Lori rolled her eyes. He did stay somewhere, but if she were him, she wouldn't invited this mess into what might be tied to credit cards or some kind of identity that couldn't be thrown away. Problem was... she didn't want to either. She huffed a great sigh through her lips and started to turn away when he grabbed her injured hand. She leveled a carefully blank stare at him when he grasped it. That hurt dang it! but she wasn't about to let him see it. Show no weakness before potential enemies.
“Your no very convincing with a cut like this.” Bacchus let go off Jenny’s hand and then tore a sleeve from his shirt and wrapped it up her hand.
She looked at it in mild disgust. That had to be unsanitary. She had no idea what to say when he released her newly bandaged hand. Was that some attempt at chivalry or some crap like that? What the heck? Luckily She only had time to open her mouth before he was talking again. Evidence. Yes. Right. she watched in disbelief as he stretched himself to the limit with inhalations and attempted to blow away trace evidence. Well, it was a pretty thought, but there were bloody fingerprints, shoe prints, and who knows what else that still remained on the bodies. Brickson probably just added DNA to that list with the saliva carried on his breath. Whatever. They had to get out of sight and fast. And since Brickson wasn't giving any hints as to where he was staying...
“Yeah now I am, so where to?”
She sighed. The adrenaline was starting to wear off. She'd somehow ended up with an incredible mess. She took a long moment, eyes focused on Brickson as she tried to think of the best route to her pathetic little hovel. Which way would have the least amount of foot traffic, the least amount of cameras, the least amount of evidence.
"Now we hail a taxi." Lori stalked off toward a more common thoroughfare, making sure to give street lights and ATMs a wide berth. Once on the curb she practically stepped in front of a cab in order to stop it. She sidled around to the driver's window and had a brief discussion before slipping into the back seat and opening the door for Brickson from the inside. She was all business.
Absolutely no questions were asked and Lori motioned to Brickson to remain silent on their ride. It was a long and winding drive, but the driver had turned the meter off. This was an off the books transaction. After a good half hour of taking side streets, doubling back, and other tricky maneuvers, They arrived at a rather desolate intersection in the a primarily Greek neighborhood. Lori had considered making them change cabs too, but didn't feel that it was worth the extra cash and pseudo explanations.
Once they were back outside Lori slipped again to the driver's side. She pulled the wads of bills from the front of her dress and counted out a sizable amount. The driver tried to remain calm, but there was the ever hungry glint in his eye. It was a lot of dough, but it was hardly scraping the top of what they had stolen. Good thing he didn't know that.
Lori then slid her hand into Brickson's arm and, though they looked so much worse for wear, they were again a young couple out to the laundry mat. She pulled him between buildings and they wound their way around the backside of the streets for several blocks until they came to a short and squat two story fresh green grocery store. It was all barred windows and thick pad locked up for the night, but Lori brushed past the front entrance and led Brickson to a small side door. She punched in the code with her knuckle and a loud obnoxious tone let her know when to turn the knob and enter.
Once inside Lori strode confidently ahead, up the stairs, around the landing and up the last flight of stairs to the third floor. The paint in the hallways was peeling and the laminate on the stairs was obviously a few years past their expiration date. Lori fumbled with her dress again pulling a key from seemingly no where. She fumbled with the various locks and after a long moment opened the door to her apartment.
"I usually get a few dates out of a guy before I take him home..." She joked a bit ... nervously? Nah, more like apologetic. The apartment was small and crowded with cardboard boxes, most of which seemed to have been opened and rummaged through recently. It seemed impossible to determine how long she'd been living there, though it couldn't have been too long since most everything was still in boxes. Lori shut the door behind them and only took the time to secure half of the locks. Not even al of them even worked anyway.
"Welcome to my humble abode." She swept her hand over the vast expanse of boxes before scampering off to scoot a pile of dirt clothes and underwear underneath her bed. "So whaddoya think? Classy, huh?" It was a one room apartment with no dividers. The toilet and shower stall were only separated from the bedroom area by a flimsy plastic curtain. The bed consisted of a box spring and a mattress only, light blue sheets with yellow rubber duckies on them. The nightstand was a cardboard box that supported a shadeless lamp sitting next to an alarm clock that was flashing 3pm even though it was clearly dark outside. All moving mess aside the actual apartment had a kind of old world charm: worn wooden floor, a deep rich red paint on the walls, spectacular crown molding, and best of all a large bay window that looked out toward downtown.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 4, 2008 17:57:44 GMT -6
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"Now we hail a taxi."
Bacchus stood there as jenny took control of the situation; they got a taxi and got in. Bacchus had to almost crouch as he sat in the cab, he hated American cabs, and they always seemed so much small than he was used to. They also had a distinct smell that Bacchus hated with a passion, the smell of urine and vomit. Bacchus didn’t say anything when Jenny made the motion that she didn’t want him to speak, thinking it was a little rude he rolled down the window and just looked at the passing buildings as they turned corner after corner. He remained oblivious for the entire trip.
Once they got out of the cab Bacchus’s arm felt the warm touch of Jenny’s arm as she slipped it in and acted as the good girlfriend coming from the laundry mat with her boyfriend. Bacchus walked in silence as he and Jenny maneuvered through the buildings and back alleys to reach a small door. The sound of the lock system made was like a sharp stab to the brain. Shaking his head Bacchus played it off as nothing.
The walk to the room was a troublesome adventure for Bacchus, he could barley fit through the tight squeeze that was the staircase, he watched Jenny walk up the flight of stairs with no problem. To catch up to her he had to walk up the stairs side ways, which made it extremely awkward for him while he was holding the big bag of money. The landing on each floor was like a relief for Bacchus it was the only time when he felt like he could walk normal. ‘Honestly why is everything here so small?’ thought Bacchus as he ascended to the third floor and then followed Jenny to her door.
"I usually get a few dates out of a guy before I take him home..."
Bacchus let out a small chuckle as he walked into her room. He didn’t say anything but for him he felt like a giant, sure she was a lot smaller than him but still this has got to feel a little cramped. Bacchus walked in and took in the sight of the small city of cardboard boxes scattered about the room making it seem that much smaller. Walking in a little bit Bacchus accidentally bumped a box and sure enough the second it hit the ground he heard a little crash and shatter that gave the faint sound of glass. “Sorry Sheila, honest trying not to be the bull in the china shop.” Bacchus gave a small apologetic grin as he was no more careful and maneuvered his way to the center of the room.
"Welcome to my humble abode." "So whaddoya think? Classy, huh?"
Bacchus didn’t say anything at first but being one to beat round the bush he bluntly said, “Well Sheila… it’s a bit small for me but it might be a good fit for you.” Bacchus looked to the ceiling and stretched his hand up and came close t touching the ceiling, “But size isn’t everything.” He cracked a grin and winked at her. “It’s low key. Which I could see how it comes in handy Jen.”
Lori just shook her head at Brickson's bumbling. She couldn't think of anything that she kept that was breakable. It must've been castoffs from previous roommates or something left from her mom. "Yeah, bull away, Brickson. Anything I have is replaceable." And it was true. She wasn't quite sure why she lugged around so much crap with how often she moved. Somehow it was just easier than going through everything. She wasn't home enough to do that.
Lori kicked off her bloody shoes by the door and bumped a box off the top of a stack beside the door. She began to dig through the uncovered box until she found some smashed, but folded and clean red terry cloth towels. She tossed one at Brickson. "I'll find you something a little less macabre for you while you're getting cleaned up." She motioned to the plastic curtained area which was obviously where the shower/tub combo and toilet were.
"Take your time, not a whole lot of hot water, but it's all yours."
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 10, 2008 14:08:25 GMT -6
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"Yeah, bull away, Brickson. Anything I have is replaceable."
Bacchus let out a small grin and then looking back to where he was going still trying to avoid steeping or bumping in to anything. Regardless if she didn’t mind she still had all this stuff for a reason even if it was replaceable it would still be a nuisance if she had to replace everything because of his clumsiness.
"I'll find you something a little less macabre for you while you're getting cleaned up."
Bacchus took the small cloth towel and looked at it for a second as she spoke. He Nodded and joked, “Your not gonna make a pass at me are ya Shelia?” He looked at the plastic curtain and walked towards it ripping of his blooded shirt with ease and then the pants living nothing but his blood free boxers. Bacchus walked behind past the curtain and shut it behind him.
"Take your time, not a whole lot of hot water, but it's all yours."
Bacchus nodded in response whether she could see it or not he did not care. He looked to the toilet and frowned it had been a couple hours since the last time he went. He slightly blushed and said, “Ignore the sound you gonna here within the next few seconds.
He lifted the seat and started to sing in a deep voice almost matching his memory of the artist, “You’re a cruel device, your blood like ice, one look could kill, My pain your thrill…” He paused for a second building up to the chours as he hoped that one of his favorite drining songs would escape his mind. “I wanna love you but I better not touch, I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop, I wanna ki…” Bacchus put down the seat and flushed as he hopped in the shower and turned on the water.
The water was cold like he said but it wasn’t to bad, he had to endure worse, he did used to live in a house with four girls.
((OOC: some modding with permission. Also, I'm giving you a chance you play out at least some of what we discussed, GB ^_~))
“Your not gonna make a pass at me are ya Shelia?” Lori smiled wickedly in return, "Would you blame me if I did?"
He ripped off his clothes like tissue paper and she wondered for a moment if he might be worth the ride... ah well, maybe next time. Luckily, he took her 'take your time' comment for all it was worth, belting out a song and even taking a piss before hopping in the shower. It gave her plenty of time to execute her plan.
Lori went to the closet first, grabbing a black duffel that contained a carefully crafted escape plan. Hopefully she wouldn't need anything in the bag, but it was for just in case-ies. Next, Lori pulled her silken dress over her head as she hopped over a box. The dress flew toward the kitchen. This building was old enough that she had a gas oven and range. In theory it was great for burning evidence. Lori fished around until she found two back packs. She stuffed them both on top of a cube-shaped laundry basket full of thick textbooks and then she made her way carefully back over the boxes toward the entryway with her things. Brickson was still singing away. Poor buffoon.
Lori loaded the two backpacks with cash, making sure to stuff one as full as it would go before dumping the rest of the cash into the second bag. It wasn't an equal distribution of funds, but that hardly mattered. She was taking the cram packed one. The last step was finding some clean clothes for her to wear once she'd ditched Brickson, probably the hardest task. She ended up settling for some mostly-clean clothes that sat atop the pile of stuff she was taking.
Thunder rumbled outside and Lori was urged on by the the slight static feeling in the air. It was a good day to fry your accomplice's brain. She hadn't asked for an accomplice. Well, she hadn't asked for that much dough either, but here she was with both. Time to get rid of one.
"I'm coming in!" She called through the curtain, her only warning before she stepped around the plastic barrier clad only in her cute, lacy, watermelon colored undergarments. She'd picked them just in case she needed them as ammunition against the bank man. Now these babies were on to killing their second bird.
"Hope you don't mind. There's only so much hot water, you know." She stepped cautiously over the back rim of the tub, undies and all, one foot at a time into the pooled water there. As soon as her second foot touched the water, it completed the circuit creating an open in her system. She'd sent a lot of current into him before in the vault to make sure he dropped her, but that was nothing compared to the zap he was getting now. Now it was current and voltage both in their highest dosages.
As it was explained to Lori: if electricity was a knife, current would be like the sharpness of the blade while voltage is how fast and how many times you're stabbed.
Even she was blinded by the sudden light show, but Lori waited as long as she could. He'd taken a lot before. She needed him out for the count now. Dead? That was a real possibility, but really what she needed was at least unconsciousness. When she felt that any more charge leaving her system would make her just as comatose as she hoped Brickson would be, Lori jumped. She didn't even think about it, as soon as she reached that predetermined internal limit she was diving out of the water, though the plastic curtain and into the boxes there.
Augh. She was gonna feel the bruises from that in the morning.
Posted by Giant's Bane on Oct 14, 2008 10:52:32 GMT -6
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Bacchus continued to sing his song as he was in the shower trying to get the blood cleaned from under his finger nails, ‘always the hardest spots to clean no matter how you kill some one’. Bacchus’s ears twitched slightly as he heard a number of things being thrown and rummaged threw; the sound of paper colliding together rang in his ears. He loved and hated this part of his ability; it often ended up hurting than helping in his situations.
Bacchus smirked when he realized that she was playing with the money, she did earn some if not half, but if she was being greedy about it he would have to figure a way to get it back with out hurting her. He liked Jenny, she had an indefinable quality about her, Bacchus soon figured it out the second he heard her approaching. As a big grin appeared on his face.
"I'm coming in!" "Hope you don't mind. There's only so much hot water, you know."
Bacchus’s grin turned into a full out smile as he thought to himself ’Hell Yeah!’. As she steeped in Bacchus turned his body towards her. He looked her up and down trying to hide the fact that he was on the verge of laughing, not only did he get a big score with the cash but if he played his cards right he would score with this goddess. He looked her up and down again thinking ’Damn, one hot body’.
His thoughts were short lived as the second she put her other foot in the water Bacchus tensed up with that feeling he had earlier that night. His teeth started to chatter from the loss of control of his body. His muscles tensed as he felt a bright flash creeping into his eyes. Bacchus no longer had any control of his movements. Now shaking and thrashing about Bacchus hand flew through the wall closest to the shower as it went clean threw it. He was getting cold and blacking out, he felt himself getting heavy; in fact he could feel the bathtub crack and groan under his weight.
The cold feeling was growing as he was beginning to be surrounded by darkness. The last sight he say was Jenny’s chest and midsection as he fell to the ground, ‘Not a bad sight to pass out on’ he thought. Falling straight threw the back of the bathtub he landed near her feet. His last words were “E-rica…” It was now Dark as Bacchus lay unconscious on the floor.
((OOC: splitting into two posts for readability and sanity))
“E-rica…”
Lori groaned from her landing place on the boxes. "It's Jenny you dumb shit." Couldn't he even remember which girl he'd followed home? She struggled to her feet fatigued. The shower was still spewing water on Brickson's large and limp body, but her beautiful footed tub was missing the back and side wall. Lori snorted at him and tossed the towel at his unconscious, naked body. Let him have that at least when he left this place... assuming there would be much place left when she was finished with it. The thunder rumbled ominously over head.
Lori went to pull on her clothes and she felt like she was swimming through jelly. Black cargo-style pants and a too-large man's style blue button up shirt with sleeves rolled to her elbows. She calmly pulled on her steel-toed boots and pulled her hair up with a pencil. Lori could take her time now that Brickson was out. Speaking of... Lori grabbed the smaller of the bags of cash and tossed it on top of his body. The cash was getting wet under the stream of water from the shower, but that was the point. She hadn't really wanted to kill him and she still didn't. The water should keep him safe enough once this place was on fire.
Lori opened her front door and shoved the laundry basket full of books into the hallway. She stacked the duffel on top, but pulled the backpack onto her back suspiciously. She was confident that no one would steal her things while she set about her devious business, but that was a lot of dough to just leave lying around even if Lori lived on the top floor of her building and there was only one other resident that shared her landing. All that she left outside her door suggested Lori was headed to a geeky study party or something. She hadn't really thought about where she was headed next, but she had an idea for a quick stop at least.
Mars had said that she could invite trouble to the Sanctuary.
Lori turned back to her apartment for what she hoped would be the last time. Sadly enough, she didn't even particularly care about this place or even her life. This was at the point of no return.
Originally, she'd planned to start a fire by overloading the sockets, but she just didn't have the energy. Blech. She needed a jump before she even attempted to overload something. Stupid Brickson. Thunder rumbled over head and Lori suddenly found herself following a different avenue of thought. The electricity was practically palpable in the air. Lori rubbed her sore arm as she made her way to stand underneath the sky light near her bed.
She'd done it before on accident... could she do it again? Would it be enough to set this place ablaze and cover her tracks? She smiled. There was only one way to find out.
In an electrical storm, no one knows for sure how the clouds get their charge, but the fact remains that thunder heads are charged like giant capacitors in the sky. The upper portion of the cloud is positive and the lower portion is negative. A negative charge means a grouping of electrons, potential electricity just waiting to discharge in a flash of lightning and bring the cloud back to equilibrium.
Lori smiled as she felt the strength of the charge building above her. She had only started the process by repelling the electrons away from her position. She was out of electricity, out of negative charge. By inviting the protons into herself she was becoming positively charged for once. It would hopefully be enough to invite that delicious electricity to come down from overhead. For someone used to being a natural capacitor, it was a strange sensation. Actually, it was making her feel a little bit sick to have her polarity switched. All that she needed now was a conductive path to funnel into herself all that good juicy electricity that was brewing in the clouds.
She used the last bit of her strength to ionize the air as she raised her hand up to the sky light. This was either the greatest idea she'd ever had or the stupidest. If this didn't work, she'd never know it. It was her last bit of strength... if she didn't get some electric charge soon she would most likely be dead.
That's what made her the perfect empty vessel.
Immediately the downy hairs along her spine were standing at attention. A crash. Breaking glass? A familiar blueish white flash of light. Stabbing hot and deeply welcoming. Burning. Building. The spiked jag of lightning held for an unusually long moment. Arcing out from her. Arcing into her. Feeding her.
It was chaos.
Her personal magnetic field was suddenly boosted to a point that she couldn't control. The pipes. The Steel "I" beams. The windows. The wiring. It was all flying toward her, answering her call.
She had a gas oven and a gas range. The whole building was outfitted with gas pipes, fuel for the fire.
The explosion had to be magnificent.
Had she been out long? Had she been out at all?
She wasn't opening her eyes, but she was just now seeing again.
It was chaos.
The roof was almost completely gone. A result of the lightning? or her magnetic field? or the explosion? The beautiful red paint was scorched, walls cracked and torn where the pipes had pushed their way through, and boxes ablaze with thick choking black smoke.
Sirens, clashing thunder, screaming metal, breaking glass, the popping and crackling of the raging fire. She couldn't hear much beyond the sound of rushing blood in her ears.
Bruises, burns, cuts, imbedded glass and metal fragments. She couldn't feel much of anything beyond the power running through her body.
And boy did the power feel good.
She smiled and it felt like someone else was smiling. She took a step and the metal that had formed around her like a cage, held in place by her magnetic field, lurched and screeched as it struggled to follow. She heard the sounds as if they were all very far away. Her body was literally humming with energy. The shell formed of metallic objects was too much of a burden. She sent them away and the individual objects flew with force through walls and floors and non-existent ceilings.
Lori liked it. Power. It tasted faintly like peanut butter. She was vaguely aware that she was walking away. She hadn't even stopped to gather the books and the duffel bag escape plan that were now smoldering outside of the door that was held on by a single hinge. Had she not put on the backpack full of cash earlier, it too would have been left to burn.
Lori walked away from her building complex without a single glance back. She was leaving this place and everything in it to burn including Brickson and the last shreds of her humanity.