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Post by Rose S. Winchester on Apr 12, 2012 0:12:54 GMT -5
5 little marines lost on an island, the big bad wolf hunting behind them. Stalking her prey like a skilled hunter, Rose S. Winchester moved carefully and silently around the trees, her hand softly running along her beloved crossbow. The sleek hard wood swaying back and forth as she moved above the marines, wandering the island like carefree school children. Everyone was so careless when they came to the famous island of the pacifists. That's what made the look of terror on their face so much more satisfying as their numbers started to drop, one of Rose's many thorns piercing their flesh. The hunt was so much more fun when they panicked, running to and fro like frightened little mice. It was about time to start the attack.
With nimble hands, and heart a flutter, Rose fitted one of her many thorns into the bow, aiming at the back of one of their rear guards. However, something about the moment didn't seem right. She couldn't tell what though. The marines were unsuspecting, innocent, and the perfect prey. If she waited too long the anxiety would come about again and ruin all her fun. Lowering the weapon she watched on, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. Just a little longer. What's the point of the hunt if it's quick and easy after all. Seemed like someone else was here too though, someone trying to steal her fun?
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Post by ALEXANDRIA T. LUMINA on Apr 13, 2012 14:48:28 GMT -5
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Marines. The scum of the scum. There were none on the earth that were more pathetic. Listening to the world governments beck and call without questioning a word. Then believe themselves to be following the road of justice. Why? Because the government said so? Who had given them the divine authority to declare who was good and evil? Power of course. They had the most authority and reach in the word. Thus they made the rules.
Alex had decided long ago that she would change that. Nature had it right. Chaos and disorder. Pleasure and pain. Love and Hate. They should all mix and form a violet storm that was life. It confirmed the existence of those that lived. This order and tranquility. Peace. It went against everything that humans were and allowed for mind-altering cruelty to go on as if it were the right thing to do for some, while others were showered in riches they did not deserve. By right, the strong should be able to prey on the weak. This system. These rules corrupted everything.
And these blights had the nerve to walk into Alex's domain. Foolhardy to say the least. They walked around like they were irreproachable. Made her sick. Alex put one hand on her kodachi and grinned devilishly. Killing them would be too soon. They needed to feel the pain of being stalked, hunted and tortured. But apparently, she was not the only one to think so.
In the dim light, Alex caught glimpse of another girl; one that seemed to be interested in the marines as well. But she couldn't tell what was going on at this distance. Fading deeper into the shadows, Alex made her way to the tree and leaned against it, making sure the marines were out of earshot. "Eyeing those marines?" She questioned, well aware her small size made her devilish voice and attitude seem all the more strange.
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NOTES: Be vewy quiet.
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Post by Rose S. Winchester on Apr 13, 2012 18:58:28 GMT -5
19 thorns lay in wait on Rose's waist, hungry for the flesh and blood of the Marines that marched farther and farther away. Whatever was holding her back from starting the killing spree now kept gnawing at her. Rose's mind telling her something was amiss still. Was this all a trap set up by the marines? A trap to catch the more violent pirates? Or maybe it was the bounty hunters that were using the Marines as bait. The sound of movement behind her disturbed Rose's thought process, someone was sneaking up on her. Hair rising on the back of her neck, Rose prepared to confront her stalker, her mouth twitching into a brief grin before straightening back out for a serious death glare.
The sudden intrusion of another woman brought Rose's attention away from the now quite a ways away marines. Turning on her heel, Rose brought her weapon pointing in the direction of a much younger girl. Normally this wouldn't of stopped her from launching the arrow between the eyes of her new target, but something about this girl was off putting. She certainly wasn't with the marines, and her voice carried the malicious intent of Rose's own heart. The weapon never changed it's aim from the girls face as Rose's mouth slowly turned up into a little grin of demonic glee. "And if I was to hunt down these marines, picking them off one by one until there were none left. What is it that you would do? Stop me child?" The arrow's tip moved down lower, aiming to her heart as the trigger finger lightly tapped the release, impatiently. The marines kept getting farther and farther away, and Rose's kill switch was dangerously close to being flipped.
This girl was making things interesting, but would it be enough to keep the arrow from feeding on her heart?
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