Post by Alex Vipond on Mar 10, 2015 22:28:58 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex had gone for a walk. He worried about Mars, irritable, cranky, and having a harder and harder time tamping things down. He could, quite easily, flip that emotion switch and turn it all off, but he was afraid of doing so. Afraid of what he might do, if he did that. So instead he drank, smoked, fucked his way through it all, speaking of smoking, Alex paused and lit another one up as he prowled the streets. He kept his head down, a ball cap pulled low, and the collar of the pea coat he wore turned up. As he wandered, he eventually wound up in the more seedy areas. Areas where drug deals and stabbings were the norm, rather than the exception, where a drive by was likely to occur, just so some punk kid could cut his teeth and be considered one of the gang... The glow of the cigarette momentarily lit his face as a voice in the dark spoke up.
"Yo, man, you got another smoke?"
Alex's head came up slightly, just enough to regard the young man with the H A R D C O R E tattooed across his knuckles and the tear drop near his eye. Alex couldn't help but smirk. Gang bangers thinking it was tough, signifying the death of a mark. Little did they know it was how inmates marked their bitches. Alex pulled his smokes, and shook the pack, then tossed them to the kid. "There you go." He started walking again, closing the distance between the two of them.
insidious pneuma: When Alex had taken off from the house, Lana had seriously contemplated doing the same -- and making her way to one of the local clubs to lure out some poor sap into letting her tear his jugular out. Clearly, neither Alex nor Lana were in very good moods. Instead, she'd spent fifteen minutes cleaning up the interior of the home; including digging her singing spoon into the casserole and lumping it into the garbage -- swearing under her breath the entire time. At least, she reasoned; it'd be a clean place for him to return home to. Shortly thereafter, she'd snagged a random jacket from the closet -- with no shits given as to whom the owner was -- and tucked herself away within its confines, making the decision that she would absolutely find herself trouble tonight. Forward steps had those Manolo heels clicking lazily against the floor as she heated straight toward a shadow that began to outstretch its inky tendrils in her direction; and by the time she arrived... it was tall enough to accept the entirety of her frame. In seconds, the shadows spit the petite frame out into the bathroom of a pool hall; startling a coked out hooker snorting a line on the toilet seat. "That shit'll kill you." With no need to dispatch the woman, she stepped out from the bathroom and cut a path between men and women alike; allowing the radiating aura of anger put them in a state of horrified awe... until finally, she plopped out onto an old cobblestone street. "God dammit, where the fuck am I?"
Alex Vipond: As Alex stepped past him, two more came out of the shadows.
The first punk, now behind him, spoke up again. "That's a nice watch man. I think you should give it to me."
Alex paused, drawing in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly. His breath plumed in the cold and with the release of the smoke from his lungs. He tossed the cigarette down, and crushed it out, then turned to regard the speaker. The other two still hung back, but boxed him in. Alex would let them get close and he took a moment to study the area around them. The trio of thugs likely thought he was looking for an avenue of escape, but what Alex was doing, was looking for security cameras. Once he was assured that they were without big brother watching, Alex looked back at the thug to whom he'd given his cigarettes. "I'm going to do you and your two friends a favor, and I'm going to let you leave, so long as you do so now and without any argument." The two behind him cracked up, the one in front of him, stepped forward.
"Yo, man, who you think you talking to? There's three of us homes, and one of you."
"Yeah." Alex nodded. "But I eat bitches like you for breakfast." The kid lunged, pissed and Alex reached out, calmly, perhaps a little too calmly, and grasped him by his throat. Lifting the younger man off his feet, his eyes had rolled into that luminescent blue that made them seem to fairly glow from beneath the brim of his ball cap. "Fucking little punks with no respect..." Alex tossed the kid, who hit the dumpster and slid down and then he turned to the other two who took one look at him and started to run. That was their second or perhaps third mistake of the night. Running from the cat wanting to play only makes it want to pounce and that was precisely what Alex did. He leapt forward, taking both down, but not before lifting them from the pavement and carrying them a good twenty feet.
insidious pneuma: Angry voices. At least one individual, but judging from the thudding of heartbeats; she would have been confident to suggest at least three lingering somewhere down the alleyway off to her left. The leggy brunette heaved a quiet sigh of discontent as she shifted her weight from the left foot to the right, finally turning her body enough to align her feet in that particular direction. Click. Click. Click. With footsteps steady and unwavering, she headed down in the direction of Alex -- yet to be known, of course -- only to hear one voice rise above the others with a terrible grammar problem. Crystalline blue hues rolled slowly in disgust, only to be pleasantly surprised as one heartbeat began to flutter wildly within the owner's chest... followed by the hard thudding of a cranium against a metal dumpster, which was clearly full; as she hadn't heard the wheels creak with the impact. Further still she approached, her hands thrust into her pockets as if she were merely heading down a normal street; perhaps to an adorable French Bistro where she and some catty bitches could have casual conversation about whose boyfriend had the biggest cock. But she halted as rapid fire footsteps began heading her way, seeing their shadowy figures and racing hearts before -- crack -- what a sickening sound that was, and pleasant to her ears. "Mm." Quietly murmured as she shifted her weight and let her gaze rake over the carnage ... someone was cranky.
Alex Vipond: The kid by the dumpster was coming around and Alex left the two there on the pavement. Even if they did come to, he was not in any mood to let them live. He looked at Lana as the kid behind them groaned and pulled a gun from his waist band. Alex turned and was on him before he could do more than clear the piece from his jeans and jerked his head back, fangs sinking deep, with no remorse, and no mercy. Alex drank until he felt that telltale slowing of the kid's heart, and then, only then, did he release him. Rising, he snapped the kid's neck and then stepped back, turning once more, his eyes going to the other two.
insidious pneuma: There was an almost amused expression painted upon her facial features as she took in Alex's current demeanor, though she really offered very few words or actions to greet him -- sometimes the beast simply needed to be sated in the old fashioned way. A tiny upnod had been given toward the male coming to beside the dumpster, but Alex was on him in seconds... and soon, the scent of vitae hit her senses to the point that she thought she might tear into the two men laid out at her feet. The sudden crack of vertebrae and spinal cord snapping with the force of Alex's twist to the hoodlums head caused her lips to pull into a hint of a smile, and a quiet purr accompanied the change in expression. One of the men laying on the ground began to shift faintly, managing to roll over onto his back -- before the brunette simply pressed the stiletto heel of her shoe to his trachea to hold him still. "Take your lumps like a man."
Alex Vipond: It was about then that his phone vibrated in his pocket. Alex reached down, plucked his pack of cigarettes from the kid's pocket, and then shook one free. Slipping it between his lips, he lit it up and slid the pack and his lighter back into his own pocket. Then he pulled the phone and checked the message. Derrick. Naturally. He read the message, smirked and shook his head, as he fired off a response. He looked at the kid as he started to stir, and even as that stiletto was placed to his throat he dialed the cleaner. "I've got a spill on aisle three that needs dealt with. Alley way behind the Boom - Boom Room on Fifth, near the waterfront." Alex listened to the voice on the other end. "Three down." At least they would be, by the time the cleaners arrived. Hitting end, he dropped his phone back into his pocket, and took another drag from his smoke as he looked at Lana. "You want him?" Alex moved to the third and he was gone, the back of his skull crushed. Rising, Alex looked back at Lana.
insidious pneuma: Listening to Alex deal with the phone call gave her at least an idea as to how to handle the so-called cleaners, something she'd genuinely never bothered to deal with prior -- in fact, her victims simply vanished off the face of the planet. A crack of a smile continued to exist upon her features, before she issued a flutter of her lashes at his query... "I thought you'd never ask." The last male standing, or... well, laying... was just coming to as the brunette reached down and hovered over him; her features softening for a moment or two as she spoke quietly, and to anyone who didn't know any better -- she almost looked remorseful, but her words suggested something otherwise. "Scream for me, sweetheart." From there, her hand constricted around his throat and nails sliced through flesh and cartilage, before she tore his trachea and vocal cords out just as the sound began to seep from his mouth.
Alex Vipond: When his phone vibrated again, he pulled it from his pocket and checked the screen again. Letting out an exasperated breath, he rolled his head left and right, listening to the snap and pop as he worked at the tension there by doing so. Taking another drag of his cigarette, he left it hanging in his mouth and typed out another response.
Fine. We'll do it at the Sheraton. I'll rent a suite and we'll order champagne. Tomorrow, 9 PM.
Alex hit send and then dropped his phone back into his pocket. Watching Lana, there was no expression on his face. Obviously he'd finally flipped that switch, turned off his emotions, and was running in pure vamp mode.
insidious pneuma: Easing up to her feet after the deed had been done, she simply watched him flicker his fingertips across the phone -- and it was obvious that his mood had once been foul, though perhaps he'd gone well beyond that. A land of apathy, it was both sweet and terrifying in the long run. "Everything alright?" Her bloodied hand was examined there in the dim light of the alley, before she offered the hand out in a taunting little manner... blood still dripped from her fingertips. "I don't suppose you have a wet nap." So calm a reaction to the issue at hand, particularly as she stepped up onto the back of the last victim to cross the divide between the duo, whatever the reasoning behind it – she didn't seem to find any allure in the blood of the mortal. What a waste.
Alex Vipond: "Fucking Derrick, thinking he's calling the shots. He's going to bring Meghan to the Sheraton tomorrow, we'll get the bond broken then." Hopefully by then he'd have a fuck to give. Otherwise he wasn't vouching for what may come. "Sadly, I'm all out. Cleaners will be here any moment, let's find a bar and get you cleaned up." Alex turned and headed out of the alley, yes, past the two dead, one of which had been stepped on by his killer. Alex didn't bother to look down; he simply moved past them and gave a glance both ways along the street before heading left for the nearest bar. Alea would be so proud....