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| Post #1 Nov 3 2012, 02:46 AM | Aurora |
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Anael Tanaka's Apartment Building Floor 27, Apartment number 2709 One bedroom, One Bathroom Current time: 6:32PM November 2nd, 2012 Anael stumbled through the door of her apartment, barely being able to slide the key into the hole, and leaned against the wall. The long hallway that led to the living room, seemed to run forever. She was beginning to black out, and didn't know who to call. The Yakuza didn't have a healer, they may have had doctors that were part time members of the Yakuza, but she didn't know who to call for that. Moving onward she grasped against the wall as she made it to the kitchen where she pulled out random bottles of pills and spread them across the table. Moving some aside and popping a few into her mouth she slipped and barely caught herself before falling. She'd walked all the way home, and didn't realize that she hadn't wrapped the back correctly. Letting it bleed out, badly. Not only that but when she jumped out of the helicopter, and Ben carried her down, it tore even more. Even though it was the opposite arm he carried her down with, the skin and muscles were being stretched. Her body seemed to start giving in as she made her way to the bathroom. Falling before the door she moved her arm up and opened the door handle. Blood was all over the place and she needed to get cleaned up. Her arm barely managing to turn the hot water on she turned and leaned against the old vintage style bathtub. The Yakuza had got this apartment for her, because of her job title, she was lucky enough to have such a nice place. Though, she doubted they would appreciate the blood stains that were beginning to form on the hardwood floor. Anael hoped they'd come off, hah, even as she lay bleeding out, all she cared about was the floor. Idiot girl. As the tub filled up Anael slowly removed each piece of clothing, taking gentle heed when removing her bra away from the opened wound. The pain she suffered was nothing more then a reminder of her time spent on the island. Such a painful reminder. Laying down in the hot water she hissed as the water seeped into her open wound. Letting out a scream, she wrapped her hands around her thigh and squeezed, her nails pressing so hard they broke through the skin. Blood filled the bathtub, and Anael leaned back into it. Not caring. She had blacked out for a minute, well actually longer, the water had actually gotten cold. Trying to move her arm she leaned up, but was a vale attempt. Leaning her body forward through the pain she, and got up and moved to the shower were she rinsed her blood soaked body off. Her mere 'attempt' to wash her hair failed, so she gave in and got out. Anael spent the next half hour bandaging and cleaning up the wound as best she could. The front was a piece of cake, but the back was a different story. It took Anael some maneuvering and painful screeching to finally get the back semi clean. Taking a needle to it was the hardest part. Anael had survival skills that kept her alive for over five years, if she couldn't sow herself up, she'd be a lost cause to herself. After everything was said and done, Anael stood up and got dressed, sort of. Putting on a white tank top and some panties, and throwing a red silk kimono robe on that barely covered down her knee's, she moved towards the living room. She wasn't sure why but she still felt light headed, and moved towards her couch. She was exhausted, and didn't want to move her body anymore. Falling down onto the couch, she let her right arm lay off the couch and her other arm, the injured shoulder side, resting across her chest. The robe stay open as her eyes began to drift off. To anyone seeing her she'd appear dead, with how lifeless her body was moving... She fell into a blackout state. Which probably wasn't good in her situation.. Current time: 7:53pm |
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| Post #51 Nov 6 2012, 04:38 PM | Aurora |
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Anael watched as Ben defied gravity and came at her quickly. Quicker then she could move, his blade sliced through her leg, sending a curved grin across her face. It hurt, but Anael liked it. She had been scratched up, torn apart, and thrown around so much in the past five years, it was as if she enjoyed getting hurt now. As he was so close to the ground, her natural instincts kicked in and she lifted her leg up quickly, the one that wasn't cut. She brought it down quickly to his chest, if impacted it would send him straight into the hard concrete ground, her weight would keep him pinned. The blood began moving down her leg, there was a lot of it too. |
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| Post #52 Nov 6 2012, 04:58 PM | Wackman |
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Ben let out a pained groaned as her foot hit him square in the chest. Damn, he was distracted by her crotch when she raised her leg; he swore he could see her panties. He didn`t hesitate though, his own instinct kicked in as he slashed her inner thigh, releasing blood from her unharmed leg. This was a fight, blood was going to be spilled… much like last night. Subconsciously, Ben adored this moment. He had slashed a heart on her inner thigh, something for her to remember him by, and he also panted the deep right dab in the middle of it, hoping the pain would be enough to slip away from under her. He had difficulty breathing; the kick must`ve cracked some of his ribs, but he won`t lose. There was too much at stake; this wasn’t just about being dominant for a single night, but to prove to her that he was worth it too: in every way possible. |
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| Post #53 Nov 6 2012, 05:07 PM | Aurora |
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Anael let out a loud grunt followed by his, her leg gave in as she fell forward. The cut was deep, and it sent a shock through her entire body. She wasn't going to let him get away though, her leg moved across his body and she straddled his upper chest. Her leg was shooting pain throughout her right side and she barely could put any pressure on it. Transferring all her strength to her body she sat on top of Ben and raised her fist. "Ohh, Ben." She had a small chuckle of pleasure in between the painful panting. Her lips were curled into a devious grin, she wasn't going to let him win that easy. She brought her fist down quickly down towards his face. Anael was using the most strength she could while bringing it down on his face. This did make the punch a bit quicker then normal; if he were to get hit his face would smash hard against the pavement, probably breaking his nose and KOing him. If he were to move his head she'd bring her fist hard down to the pavement below. |
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| Post #54 Nov 6 2012, 05:44 PM | Wackman |
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Ben groaned as she sat on top of him. This was a familiar scene. Although, it was more pleasurable before. Hearing her say his name so lustfully; he couldn’t have her win. She was enjoying the pain. She was enjoying… losing to him. If this is what it took to make this gorgeous she-devil happy, then he was going to do it, over and over again until she screamed his full name at the top of her lungs. He saw the punch, and quickly shifted his head to the side, barely dodging it. He slashed his dagger across her chest. It was like the slash he used to undress her, he slashed across her chest, and pulled her top off as he was already beginning the motion to trust the blade in her gut. She wouldn’t die from that; she was tougher than that. She would sooner faint from lack of blood. Oh, how`d they look to a third party. He whispered to her ear. “Oh Anael…” He said lustfully as he bit her ear. |
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| Post #55 Nov 6 2012, 06:34 PM | Aurora |
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Anael let out another scream of pain as he sliced over her chest, and then stuck the dagger straight into her gut. She coughed out, blood spilling from her mouth. Her lips still curled into a grin. Grabbing his hand she pulled the dagger out of her body and squeezed his wrist hard enough for him to release the weapon, and have it drop to the ground. Her hand held his wrist hard, finding it hard to let go as it would start to crack and bend in the wrong direction. Leaning forward, her other hand pressed against his throat hard, pushing it down against the ground, not holding back. The pressure she was pushing down on him, would make it hard to breath, and she wasn't about to let go. Blood poured out of her body and all over Ben's body, and even if Anael's chest was all out in the open, she wasn't about to let go. It would only be a few seconds before Anael would pass out from blood loss, but she wasn't going to just give up. She'd fight till the last second she could. "Fucking.." She spat out, her tongue licking against her lips as she took back in the blood that had spilled out of her mouth. It was futile, as more blood spilled from her mouth. |
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| Post #56 Nov 6 2012, 07:27 PM | Wackman |
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The pain was great, he felt as if she was going to snap off his hand if she kept pressing his wrist like. The dagger was his only weapon against her and he lost it, but she lost quite a bit of blood. He just had to hold on until… Ben let out a gasp as she started squeezing his throat. It was getting hard to breath, but Ben didn`t panic, he just stared right into her eyes. This ws thrilling. They were both in ecstasy, rolling in each other`s blood. Her warm liquid stained his body, but he didn`t care. There wasn`t much he could do with his free hand. He heard her words, and saw her lips stained with blood. He used his free hand to wipe her mouth, before he clutched her by the hair, and forced her down on him. His final attack: a kiss on her bloody lips as he started ingesting her blood. He could feel his strength waning, but he knew she was stronger than this… He was going to hold out. Another test among many to prove himself to her, and what Ben wanted, Ben got. |
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| Post #57 Nov 6 2012, 07:40 PM | Aurora |
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Anael felt him pulling her down by her hair. Her lips pressing against his she released his neck and wrist, and at that moment she lost consciousness. This probably wasn't the safest thing they could be doing, but damn Anael loved it. It brought back so many memories of fighting till the death, and taking away Ben's oxygen supply really made her excited. Now that she was out cold, she'd probably need to be taken back up to her apartment and wrapped up. Not to be worried, but Anael could probably bleed out just laying there. She must have had some real trust in this Ben guy, because if he left her there; she'd die. |
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| Post #58 Nov 6 2012, 09:33 PM | Wackman |
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Ben gasped and coughed for her as she fell down. He pushed himself up, urgh… so heavy. It was all the adrenaline in his body that was coursing through his vein. She passed out. He won, and now it was time to patch her up. He freed himself from underneath her, and picked up his dagger and his cloak. He started ripping it. Before he could even think of moving her, he had to stop the bleeding; the big ones where the ones on her stomach and her leg. Geez, wel she`s the one that asked for a fight, now to stop her from dying out. He used strange of fabric, and made a tourniquet to stop the bleeding of her legs, and he used the rest the cover up her abdomen. He then did the impossible, as he lifted her body up in his arms. There… actually wasn’t enough left of the cloak to make a thong, so he just flew up, as long as his arms held up. He had to hurry quickly. He went through the fire escape, and opened the window he unlocked before, and just managed to reach her bed. She was still bleeding a lot. Ben floated inside her bathroom, and looked around trying to find a medical kit. She HAD to have a medical kit. He knew she had one. He found it, and opened the box. There was barely enough. First, Ben had to shut down those wounds, but first he needed to clean them. Her bed was going to be a bloody mess, but he wasn’t going to leave before he patched her up. He disinfected, and bandaged her wounds as best he could, and even sewed shut the big cut he left on her gut. The bleeding had stopped, at least. Ben was naked, and covered in her blood. Should anyone enter, they`d assume he was a perverted killer that slaughtered the woman, and left her on the bed. He really couldn`t bring himself to fly away. He`ll wait `till she regains consciousness… Yeah, then he`ll leave. |
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| Post #59 Nov 6 2012, 09:45 PM | Aurora |
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Anael's eyes began to blink open, her body was aching but not to the point of her wanting to scream out in pain. Trying to lay up, her body said 'hell no, stay down', and she obliged. Laying back down she looked up over at Ben who was waiting there; probably wanting to make sure she was alive. A grin crossed her face as she sat up a bit, leaning her back against the pillows she spoke. "I'm alive." She chuckled and ran her hand up and put it throughout her hair. "I know you had things to do, I'll need to get ready myself. Or I'll be late." She'd need to lay there for a bit, probably take some medication, then head on out. She looked over at Ben and nodded her head. "You won, so you have control tonight." Leaning her head back she took her eyes off of him and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath she just relaxed for a minute. |
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| Post #60 Nov 6 2012, 09:56 PM | Wackman |
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Be managed to find his pair of pants intact and he put them on. He didn`t really care either ways, but citizens would call the cops on him about a flying meta freak. Ben smirked as he listened to her speak. “Alright, and since we`re here alone.” Ben spoke as he leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. It wasn`t a deep kiss, it was just a light kiss on her lips. A “goodbye and have fun at work” kiss; Ben was such a cornball. He picked up his phone that he had forgotten earlier, but his dagger away and was about to leave when he turned back. “I`ll send you my address by text. Don`t be late.” He then stepped outside, and flew off. |
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