I still got it I think (RONAN CAMPAIGN)
Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:35 pm
"Oi, bitch! Yer money, or yer life!"
The lady, alarmed, turns her head, a furrowed brow. She mutters and curses, finding herself surrounded by a pack of bloodthirsty, savage thugs. At these daring hours, Pleasure Street's name seems to become null and void. There surely isn't a a glitter of pleasure found in a good old, crude mugging. The human sighs, cracking her head. Her purple eyes appear dull, a hidden smile masked under her visage. She raises her hands, showing her muggers that she is, in fact, a helpless, defenseless, poor little lass.
"W-what?! P-please, don't hurt me...!" The lady croaks, her form trembling. A tear drop slithers down her pale face. She continues stammering, blubbering on, pleading to her predators.
"Please, sir... My mum, she-- Mmf!" A forceful palm clasps her mouth. The shadowy figure before her barks.
"Yer money, or yer life!" The sharp, screech of a blade unsheathing.
The poor human's purple orbs begin racing, studying the shadows in front of her. One, two, three, she thinks to herself. She closes her eyes, exhaling. Then, her eyelids flutter open. she begins her barrage.
Snap!
"Aargh!" The daunting figure yelps, quickly retreating his hand from the damsel's mouth, blood dripping from a newly formed cut. The supposed damsel in distress grins toothily, showcasing her sharp, fanglike teeth, blood dripping from her lips. An image horrifying enough that she appeared as a sadistic demon. She raises her feet, kicking the thug down. Clink! The thug's blade crashes to the pavement, swiftly picked up by the gal. The shadowy figures disperse, save for the downed thug on the ground, a distraught expression across his terrified visage. The woman's sadistic smirk widens, and she chuckles. She opens her mouth to speak, devoid of any sense of false fear, now a voice filled with confidence, haughtiness. Her purple orbs glow, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.
"Blech. Look what you've done, gettin' that all over me." She mutters, spitting on the ground, scrunching her nose. "Disgusting, you call that gentlemanlike, hmm?..." She sets her heels atop the man's chest, a grunt from the thug. The heroine points the tip of the blade to the man's face, barely grazing his nose.
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"Ah, Nessa. You're home late! We were worried, hon. What happened?"
The girl wipes her brow with her arm, slouching into a chair, sighing. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile.
"Just some ruffin' with the boys, mum."
The lady, alarmed, turns her head, a furrowed brow. She mutters and curses, finding herself surrounded by a pack of bloodthirsty, savage thugs. At these daring hours, Pleasure Street's name seems to become null and void. There surely isn't a a glitter of pleasure found in a good old, crude mugging. The human sighs, cracking her head. Her purple eyes appear dull, a hidden smile masked under her visage. She raises her hands, showing her muggers that she is, in fact, a helpless, defenseless, poor little lass.
"W-what?! P-please, don't hurt me...!" The lady croaks, her form trembling. A tear drop slithers down her pale face. She continues stammering, blubbering on, pleading to her predators.
"Please, sir... My mum, she-- Mmf!" A forceful palm clasps her mouth. The shadowy figure before her barks.
"Yer money, or yer life!" The sharp, screech of a blade unsheathing.
The poor human's purple orbs begin racing, studying the shadows in front of her. One, two, three, she thinks to herself. She closes her eyes, exhaling. Then, her eyelids flutter open. she begins her barrage.
Snap!
"Aargh!" The daunting figure yelps, quickly retreating his hand from the damsel's mouth, blood dripping from a newly formed cut. The supposed damsel in distress grins toothily, showcasing her sharp, fanglike teeth, blood dripping from her lips. An image horrifying enough that she appeared as a sadistic demon. She raises her feet, kicking the thug down. Clink! The thug's blade crashes to the pavement, swiftly picked up by the gal. The shadowy figures disperse, save for the downed thug on the ground, a distraught expression across his terrified visage. The woman's sadistic smirk widens, and she chuckles. She opens her mouth to speak, devoid of any sense of false fear, now a voice filled with confidence, haughtiness. Her purple orbs glow, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.
"Blech. Look what you've done, gettin' that all over me." She mutters, spitting on the ground, scrunching her nose. "Disgusting, you call that gentlemanlike, hmm?..." She sets her heels atop the man's chest, a grunt from the thug. The heroine points the tip of the blade to the man's face, barely grazing his nose.
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...
"Ah, Nessa. You're home late! We were worried, hon. What happened?"
The girl wipes her brow with her arm, slouching into a chair, sighing. Her lips curl into a mischievous smile.
"Just some ruffin' with the boys, mum."