JULY 9, 2014.
Post by STORM MERCER on Mar 3, 2014 0:00:35 GMT -5
  NOTES ! TAGS. victorique WORDS. 000 MISC. --- NOTES. shoddy starter posts ftl | to the leader, the pariah, the victor, the messiah.  THIS IS WAR The pinkette's location was by no means unusual for her as of late. Storm sat upon the closed lid of a green dumpster, deep into the depths of a dark alleyway. She looked at the entrance of the alleyway in anticipation for something to come. She was wearing her usual black minidress and boots, and had one leg crossed over the other. Despite her past ventures, she looked a lot more composed than she usually did, which was impressive given the circumstances. For the most part, her expression was devoid of much in terms of emotion. It looked like she had a certain expectancy – that was it. It must have been around eight in the evening, and as of now there was barely a human in sight. As of then, she seen nothing aside from a few vagrants here and there. As time went on, her lips curled downward in a small frown. Storm slid her hand into the leather purse slung idly around her shoulder, and felt around for her phone. However, she stopped the moment she seen someone peak into the alleyway. For several long moments she merely stared stoically at the person, but eventually she put on the most prosthetic smile she could muster. Dim moonlight was the only thing that illuminated the alley, and for the most part the happenings were entirely obscured to anyone who didn't peak in to take a good look at what was going on. She seen before her an older lanky male, bearing some stubble on his face and unkempt hair concealed under a grey cotton hat. "Oh! You're here... you shouldn't have kept me waiting..." The pink haired youth slowly articulated, unable to really acquire the enticing tone she was looking for. Her voice was as flat, plain, and indifferent as always, with small faux tinge of interest. It sounded unnatural. "Man, bitch, I had things to do, give me a break!" The figure tugged on his hat to the point where it almost concealed his eyebrows, and sauntered over to Storm. She smiled through her mild anxiety. "Oh, well then," Was the only thing she managed to ease out in response. From there, she hopped off of the dumpster she'd so humbly seated herself onto, and stood before the taller figure. She had to raise herself onto the tips of her toes to mirror his height, and it almost looked as though she was going in for a kiss. He was grinning maliciously. "Let's not waste any time..." She clenched onto his shoulders tightly, and slammed him into the approximate brick wall with enough force to rattle the surroundings and splinter some of the sturdy canvas she drove him against. "Whoa, k...kinky–" Ignoring the comment, she accomplished what she wanted to thanks to her surefire set up and trickery, and bit into his neck. While she didn't siphon blood like most naive people would assume, she consumed his soul with a moderate amount of hesitance, but his pained state provided her with more than enough time to commit herself to the feast without interruption. His body proceeded to crumble into dust, and vanish into thin air as though it was never there at all. She turned on her heel, and looked back out the alley. "Not enough..." |
