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Topic Started: Jul 15 2010, 03:45 AM (400 Views)
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The brittle darkness of the evening was fast approaching. She assumed there was something attractive about blackness. The skeletons dancing in one's closet with attractive Victorian men (or maybe that was just her preference) dancing around. And certain people just attracted those personified closets, that Naren knew... not so much. Those kinds of people tended to keep away from her with a five-foot pole or easily accepted her because of shared bloodlust.

A twin hired her for extensive research on some guy, and gave her the necessary funds to do so. Plus, information. Quite a bit of information for the average mercenary's case, and an abundant amount of time. Yet it was difficult to obtain more facts on the male by herself. In the end Naren decided to kidnap a young heiress who lived in a giant mansion, the stereotypical princess. It wasn't a great idea in the long run, but had its benefits. One, she saved the girl from a full life indoors. Two...

"You're sure you're a 'virgin maiden'? One-hundred percent pure? No mental scarring at all?" She hid an evil smile. It was obvious the girl was sore about being cooped up for her entire life.

"For the love of all that is holy and for the one-millionth time... you've asked this before. Several times, actually. I think you are merely enjoying my reactions."

... Oh how the girl blushed.

Naren smirked, pulling her flaxen hair up into a tight side-ponytail. She settled for name-brand men's slacks and a dark fitted blazer again. The girl didn't look too bad either, wearing a tight powder blue cheongsam. Quite a looker with her dyed apricot hair all brushed out. The only thing that seemed out of the ordinary were the steel handcuffs keeping them together. Luckily she had the perfect excuse when people asked why they were handcuffed together.

"Just wondering," she replied cheerfully with a calm grin, which dissipated quickly when she noticed the time. The female hadn't kept track of his schedule as well as she could've, but it was only natural. By the second day she knew he had several, almost too many aliases. He could be anywhere by now. "C'mon. After this we might head to Death City. Don't fall behind... I'd hate to lose you." Thus the strange couple walked into the darkening streets.



(OOC: I tried to keep information on the twins vague. If I wrote something incorrect or should write more specifically, feel free to correct me. x3)
Edited by Skyae, Jul 15 2010, 04:23 PM.
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Jennifer Scott had seen his face. Most of them did, before they died, but only if he knew they couldn't escape. No risks. Gabriel had been wondering about the twin for awhile now. It'd been a long time. Too long.

Gabriel walked the streets of Shibusen, dressed nicely for once. Jeans, a button up shirt on under the thigh-length coat. A tie slung loosely over his shoulder. He could have been any student, any college kid on the way home from a late class. Of course, that was silly. Gabriel hadn't attended school since . . . . Well. He didn't remember, honestly. Walking, walking. It was rather dull, but he hadn't seen anyone that screamed undeserving. Not yet. The night was young, after all.

Then . . . first, there came the bright soul - second, the oddity. Gabriel paused, standing at the edge of a pool of light left by a streetlight. There were two of them, one . . . ridiculously bright, the other. Well. Existent. The oddity - they were hand cuffed together. Frowning, Gabriel slipped into an alley way. In a few moments he came out ahead of them, didn't even have to look to know for sure. He hadn't worn the mask because he hadn't been planning to do anything drastic. Yet, this was too much of an encounter to pass up. Gabriel stuffed his hands in his pockets.

As always, he wore three knives - two on the wrists and one . . . that varied. They wouldn't see anything he chose to disclose that. Half-blocking them on the sidewalk, he gave them both equal attentive glances - no reason to make anyone uncomfortable. "Doesn't that hurt?" He asked, nodding at the handcuffs. The brighter of the two didn't look entirely thrilled at the whole thing. He found that odd. What were they doing, walking around like that? Dangerous. Still. Gabriel knew they both deserved whatever happened to them; or would have happened if he hadn't shown up.

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As most knew, Naren did take her job seriously when it came to killing. However the rest of the time she was rather lax and carefree, and it showed. Besides, the twin didn't exactly want Gabriel to be killed for the sake of revenge. Capture had to be possible. The heiress looked at the mercenary unhappily, to which Naren mouthed 'it could be a lot worse'. That shut her up rather quickly, though she still managed to insert a sarcastic comment here and there. Aside from that they communicated like close friends. Perhaps that's what they could've been had Naren not decided to unwittingly kidnap her.

"Maybe not neon green. You should go for something copper, or golden to match your ey-" The blonde halted, her face twisting in what seemed to be a combination of anger and contemplation. For a brief moment she felt like she was a small child again, trapped in an abusive school system. The person walking in front of them hadn't been there before. And while disappearing and the like were common in the Witch Grounds, that often took place in the day. It worked, but what happened next couldn't be planned.

"You okay?" The girl looked at her, concern showing on her pretty face. For the first time in a while, Naren actually regretted taking that specific girl as bait. They could've been friends. Her first female friend. But that was a 'what if' scenario, following through now was obligatory.

How quickly they'd been blocked. It was timed perfectly, too. Naren smiled, her calm mask returning. The male looked at them both equally, but his eyes only danced when he gazed at the heiress. It was just too bad they were handcuffed, which he commented about. "It's foreplay," Naren stated boldly while ignoring the gawking girl next to her. She turned bright crimson, making the mercenary giggle unwillingly. That never got old. "Don't mind her, she's a shy masochist."

She gazed at the not-really-stranger in the eyes and smiled. Naren then walked around to the unblocked side of the sidewalk with the blushing girl. "I'm Alma. That's Celia. And you are..?"
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Sadism. The drawing of joy and pleasure from hurting others.

There was a difference between what Gabriel did and what sadists did. A small difference, but one nonetheless. Contrary to belief - not all murderers engaged in . . . sexual activity with victims. Her remark amused him, but it didn't do anything for him. It was common, but there were exclusive. Now for the name on the spot. He never used the same name in a city twice. Except with Deka. That'd been different. How is it different, you moron?

"Alma and Celia. Old-fashioned. Suits you, though," he murmured. Gabriel bent at the hip, being just as old-fashioned as well. "But as enchanting as the pair of you are, I don't think walking around hand-cuffed," he paused. "And after dark, nonetheless, isn't the brightest idea."

It was odd. Gabriel didn't know what exactly, but something about the situation bothered him. They were being . . . almost nonchalant. Look at us, nothing odd about walking the dark, gloomy streets hand cuffed. Gabriel had reserves about bothering anyone from Shibusen, not after the last one he'd found here. Frowning slightly, Gabriel took a step closer to the wall, almost leaning against it.

"I'm Thomas," he greeted, first nodded at Alma, then at Celia. He tried to keep his expression neutral, although it was ... difficult. Undeserving wench, Gabriel thought bitterly, keeping his gaze level. He smiled. "This may sound . . . presumptuous of me, but I'd feel much better about the world if you would allow me to talk you to wherever you two lovelies are headed. I know not many of wicked intent may walk here but . . . " He shrugged. "One never knows."

"Would you indulge upon my company awhile longer?" he asked. After all, old-fashioned names gave old-fashioned manner.
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He was a gentleman, which secretly confounded Naren. And yet she wasn't overwhelmed with surprise. It was always the quiet, polite ones. While Naren did say that statement just to be her strange and quirky self, he shook it off like water. He was quite determined. He at least deserved a point for being a driven gentleman. Apparently they had just delved into the topic of being old-fashioned, due to the names Naren chose. Oops.

"Anyway, I was kidding about the foreplay thing. Sorry," she said with an apologetic look toward 'Celia', feeling the heated glare the heiress was giving her. Naren easily shrugged it off, for there was a much bigger matter at hand. She didn't really plan out how their meeting would go, and winging it seemed dangerous. Combat would also be limited since they were handcuffed.

"It's okay in the dark. Some people are attracted to the danger, y'know?" Ah, she had been so deep in thought the girl decided to speak. Apparently she didn't think well of Thomas either, probably those female instincts. Either way Naren was tired of conversation.

"We're coming back from the movies, she doesn't really like horror films," she responded, pursing her lips. 'Celia' would constantly look up at Thomas then away, fidgeting. Naren smiled, looking around absent-mindedly until she spotted a sign and pointed it out to the girl. They started walking toward it simultaniously, the Naren turning to Thomas just before they reached the door.

"Hey, I think this place is a pub. Wanna go? I'll buy."
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Why was Alma looking at him like that? Gabriel frowned inwardly, keeping the smile on his lips. That was talent, my friends. But the eyes, the windows to the soul - well. They might show some unease. He tried to understand why two girls would go to a horror film hand cuffed, and the normal male's mind might have led him to some not so appropriate thoughts - but again, Gabriel's priorities were elsewhere. Yes, he'd met one girl that one could call 'good'. One he could say, even, he'd been in love with. Gabriel wasn't entirely sure how he felt about his Eliza, save she belonged to him. Not as a girlfriend - as someone too weak to defend themselves.

Thoughts were confusing things. Gabriel shook them away. "There's no need to apologize, one likes a joke." His eyes glittered with amusement - although at the joke was unknown. He smiled genuinely at them, turning to look down the street.

"If you'll lead the way, fair ladies, I'll be more than happy to follow. But forgive me for perhaps being sexist . . . " He grinned, flashing white, even teeth. "Letting a lady buy is just rude. The two of you seem to have had your fun tonight, I'd like to have a little of my own. I'm fine on funds."

He stepped out into the light of a lamp, casting true light on his face for the first time. It'd remained in part shadow until now, but . . . Now the scars were for all to see. Gabriel looked away as if embarrassed. "Let's go then, if you're so bored here."
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If staring at someone long enough would permit mind-reading, Naren was all over that. Did he see her looking at him? Damn. But a sudden thought entered her head. Drinks! She would spike his drink with sleeping drugs and various other sharp objects. Problem solved. 'Celia' seemed to notice the change in emotion and looked at the blonde as if she'd grown three heads. Okay then.

"Nah, trust me! You'll be having so much fun before this night is over you'll want me to buy," she said while grinning, one fist pumped up before entering the pub. The heiress shook her and sighed. There was no way to get into her kidnapper's head without questioning her sanity. Sometimes she forgot the light-haired woman actually held a knife to her throat when she was being so nice.

The pub was remarkably average for being in the Witch Grounds, and was even similar to a few of the bars in Death City. However it was quite barren, only two or three people actually customers. Regardless Naren happily took a seat by the bar, occasionally slowing down so the girl chained to her could keep up. They ended up sitting next to what looked to be a male witch... who was certainly dressed the part. Naren turned her head away, quickly ordering for a scotch on the rocks. The girl wanted a smoothie. Naren giggled, causing the heiress to swat at her in annoyance.

"Hey Thomas, what's your job?" she asked with a slightly feral smile. Would he blow his cover? She could only wish. There was something lurking beneath the surface in her tone, something more than aggression. "I can't believe you'd normally be out at this time of night. Like you said, there are dangerous things in the night."

"Like you?" 'Celia' asked with a snort, rolling her eyes. "She likes to pick people apart. So how old are you? You look young."
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Two could play at this game. Eyes narrowed for a moment, giving him a half sinister look. Then, just as suddenly, it faded away. "You're going to hurt your eyes, doing that," he remarked, a smile playing on his lips. The look on Celia's face was enough to draw a real smile from him, but mostly it was all acting. Gabriel's gaze slid sideways to the bright soul, and he nodded in Alma's direction as he followed them to the pub. Obviously, being so close, Alma would be able to hear him, but he was being teasing more than anything.

"Is she always so forward?" he asked lightly, sliding into the seat next to Alma. The witch on the other side gave him a funny look. Gabriel tried to ignore the fact that he had no soul - all witches were like that, but Gabriel wasn't sure if they really didn't have souls or he just couldn't see them. "Well, I can at least buy the first round," Gabriel said, grinning. Smoothie. Did they even sell stuff like that here?

He wasn't too sure about alcohol. Sure, one wouldn't hurt him, but if he took more than that . . . . The murderer shifted silver eyes to them, a wry smile on his face. "To be honest, I'm not much of a drinker . . . never have been." He put in an order for a rum and coke, but after that he'd go cold. Nevermind the fact that he was underage - who paid attention to stuff like that anymore? Honestly.

"I'm a student, actually. Attending a small school over in Europe. But I'm on vacation, so . .. no job right now. I did work through high school, so I can afford to splurge . . . " In all honesty, Gabriel had enough money for what he needed - but that was about it. He didn't sell the possessions of his victims. They were undeserving, but that was just disrespectful. He tried not to laugh at the hypocrisy going on.

"Nineteen. Twenty in October." Hell, sometimes Gabriel didn't remember his birthday. "How late you ladies plan on staying out? The really nasty stuff starts wandering soon, you know."

Don't be pushy, a voice hissed. It almost sounded like Lucia. Except, she was back in her jar at home.
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Naren was not often patient. In fact, she was one-hundred percent sure her patience was about as thin as piano wire because she hated the boring games. Enough of the games, she wanted to drag him back to the twin and torture a confession out of him. Then she could kill him to her heart's content get the money she accepted the job for in the first place and go on not quite living.

Those thoughts disappeared when she spotted that slightly dark look on his face that was gone like a flicker. Raising a brow, her lips curled in a slightly disapproving smirk. And so, the game would continue with him asking the hostage if Naren was always so forward. The orange-haired girl nodded and sighed, if only she could explain. But something told her she was safer with the blonde than Thomas, though not by much.

"For as long as I've known her," the heiress said wearily, scooting her chair next to the mercenary's to lean on her a little. She really just wanted to go home! "She's been like this. I assume it's the same with you, right?"

Just then a slender index finger covered not-really-Celia's lips. Naren looked at the younger girl proudly for a split second, before the mask returned to the usual playful grin. Smart girl. Almost too smart, and she wouldn't completely doubt the girl could see souls either. "Now now. No need to say unnecessary things. Thank you for buying the first round."

While Thomas ordered his drink, another bartender came by and promptly gave the kidnapped girl what looked to be a strawberry smoothie. As he gave Naren her scotch, their hands touched. She carefully slipped something into the bartender's fingers. Four or five neatly folded Benjamins. Her eyes flickered from Thomas' form to the bartender, with a grateful-if-not-slightly-full-of-murderous-intent smile. The bartender got the hint and walked away.

Subtle poisoning was common in the Witch Grounds, especially in bars. So most people slowly grew immune to the poisons. But considering Naren gave much more than what a normal person would give, she hoped they would choose something special. In the meantime, she would talk to 'Thomas' more. 'Celia' was still leaning on her, so Naren stroked her hair like she was some kind of pet (which was pretty true) as he spoke. It was doubtful any of his school description was actually true, so she wouldn't bother to look it up if they got home. "Sounds like fun. Major in anything special? I didn't go to college, myself."

"Really?" The girl leaning on her perked her head up. Naren shrugged and flicked her cheek like a nonchalant older sibling, earning an endearing pout from the hostage. "Grew up poor."

At the mention of his age, the blonde cracked a cheshire cat smile. "Hey, that means you're underage. Bad boy... ever hear of respecting your elders? I'm twenty. I think. Twenty-one?" The other girl prodded Naren's stomach harshly while slurping her smoothie. "That means I have seniority over the both of you. I'm twenty-three. Beat that!"

It looked to be the start of a long night.
Edited by Skyae, Jul 19 2010, 12:23 AM.
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