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Morning After
« Thread started on: Nov 20th, 2006, 03:04am » |
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The sun shone brightly through the open curtains of the two windows in the room, lighting it up quite clearly to show the clean and well kept tidiness of the room. Hunt was lying on the bed, facing down and completely sprawled out with his face against the very edge of the mattress and his left arm hanging off the side of the bed. He slowly and very hesitantly opened his eyes as he faced the floor more than anything, and squinted his eyes back shut again when the light hit them and he moaned to none other than himself. He was quite discontented to be woken by daylight as it seemed though natural, a painful way to wake up.
He opened his eyes then for a moment, looked swiftly about, and paused his eyes a second on the door to the room. He blinked a couple times, realizing he was at the local inn. He’d stayed there many times before and so knew the place well, but also knew to some certainty that he did not go there the night before. When last he was awake, Hunt was laying on his back on the grubby ground of a dark back alley with some children after he had gotten his ass kicked by those four lycans. He turned his head up and quickly shuffled to his other side, and respectively too, to the other side of the bed pulling the blankets that had been so neatly placed over him with him, making a terrible mess of the whole bed. He stuck his tongue part ways out as he looked about on that side of the room as well, where he saw his various weapons and tools neatly piled on a chair in the corner.
He blinked another few times, completely confused at his own whereabouts. A lot of people had told him before that he was crazy, though the comments they made he was sure were in jest. He never did think that he’d truly lost his mind, but wondered then if he should consider the possibility. There was no way that what happened the night before was a dream, but at the same time there seemed no way it could have been real. The countless wounds he had incurred during that fight had had him so literally destroyed, yet he woke without a single wound or ailment. He even sat and felt himself up as was typical of movies when someone woke from a dream and thought they were dead.
After standing and seeing the wholes and tears in his shirt to correspond with the wounds he used to have, but one night before, Hunt grew even more confused understanding that it most certainly was not a dream. It really was true that the more you knew, the less you knew. The answers he found, or rather, the clues, led him only to a more profound bewilderment.
Hunt gathered his things and hung them all around himself much as he always did, gearing up so to say and stormed out of the room in a hurry that was driven only by his complete curiosity. When he got through the hall and down the stairs, Hunt planted his hands firmly on the front counter and stared down the attendant. “When and how did I get here?” he demanded of the clerk as soon as he saw him. “I just got my ass handed to me by four lycan beasts last night on the full moon, and past out in the alley with their bloody corpses almost dead myself.” His eyes shifted around when he spoke, like he was terribly paranoid, and he spoke very swiftly. “What the hell is going on?” he finally asked bluntly. The truth was that he really was as paranoid as he sounded. There was something going on and it wasn’t of the mortal world. Hunt was confused beyond reason and this was not a feeling he enjoyed in the least.
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Re: Morning After
« Reply #1 on: Nov 20th, 2006, 03:29am » |
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The desk Clerk jumped, the sudden loud BANG on the counter was enough to give any sleeping person a start. He turned his head around to see Hunt standing there. The clerk knew Hunt, he had stayed with them on a number of occasions, though usually when he’d check in, he’d been rather torn apart by some sort of creature, as it seemed to be what the man did, rather for money or not, the clerk never asked. He listened to Hunt and then calmly stood and walked over to the register and took it out. Of course the Inn kept all its records in computer but hey as well, kept a written log of all their occupants in case of black out or something to that effect and so, he brought the rather heavy volume over to the rather excited man and opened it to the page where his name appeared several times.
“Lets see here, you came in last night yes.. see here…” The man pointed to the ledger and sure enough, there it was, Hunt’s signature staring at him from the page. There was no mistaking it either; it was his signature in every detail. You paid in cash, as usual, seems you’ve got the room for a few days. Rough night?” The man jested. “Thinking perhaps Hunt had tied a few on the night before, as was often the case with other patrons of the inn, drunks often forgot what had transpired when they were drinking.
The man looked Hunt over for a few moments and then sided his head to the right with a question on his face. “Now normally sir, we don’t’ ask questions but… why is it you are wearing such a destroyed shirt when clearly, you don’t have a mark on your body?” He asked in his gruff yet friendly voice.
In the lobby and not all too far from the seen at hand, sat a pale woman, her clothing left not much for the imagination and her eyes were as white as the moon itself. Her long white hair extended down over the back of the chair, wavy and soft in appearance, her locks near touched the ground. She seemed to be watching the males as they spoke, though one couldn’t really tell, as with no irises to determine her angle of sight, it was not an easy job to see just where she was indeed looking. She didn’t say a word and was almost invisible, or rather it seemed as though no one wanted to see her, not even the clerk seemed to take note of the woman, and with a body like that, one would have thought all the males in the place might have at least been taking a glimpse here or there. No, though and it would be tat way too, as Hunt was the only person who would notice her at all.
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Re: Morning After
« Reply #2 on: Nov 20th, 2006, 03:57am » |
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“No!” hunt yelled suddenly as he shook his head violently one way with his eyes clenching shut and then his teeth clenching tightly together. “I didn’t sign myself in, I was passed out in the back alleys.” He said after closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm him self down. “I didn’t drink, except for some of my own blood that I coughed up when I was on my back and too fucking beat to turn my head and spit it out.” He continued, his entire body tense as he furiously expressed his frustration. “I got my ass handed to me, you understand? I was torn to shreds by those monsters, which would explain my clothes but not my form.” He finished, then shook his head and turned around, placing his hands on either side of his head.
“I don’t understand what the fuck is going on, and I need someone to tell me something!” he exclaimed with his back still turned to the clerk and his eyes closed with his head turned up to the ceiling. “I was all but dead last night and bleeding from every part of my body.” He said as he turned around again just as swiftly as he turned away. “Hell,” he started again, almost as if he was out of breath when he spoke. “Some of this blood isn’t even dry yet on my clothes.” He continued as he patted a sticky part of his shirt where the cloth had seeped up more blood than could dry in one place over night.
His eyes then popped open as if a sudden realization had come to his mind. He slammed that hand of his back onto the counter, and then took it off again as he turned on a heel to face the pale woman in the corner, leaving a red sticky handprint on the table top. He had seen the woman there before, possibly at a glance when he came down the stairs but certainly then again as he had been turned from the clerk a few moments before.
“You’re not human and you’re watching me.” He said, his right hand moving swiftly up to point at the woman as he started to step slowly towards her. “Why?” he asked, still speaking swiftly and looking so obviously paranoid. Wether she actually was watching him or he only just thought she was, Hunt seemed certain all the same. “Do you know me and fear me, or do you know me and hunt me?” he asked the two questions all at once, continuing his steps towards her with curious eyes. “Or do you know something that I don’t?” he asked then, starting to wonder if she had anything to do with the obviously supernatural events that clouded the previous night.
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Re: Morning After
« Reply #3 on: Nov 20th, 2006, 04:14am » |
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The clerk stepped back from the counter when Hunt began his aggravated fit. HE watched him with a sort of awe in his mind, as he had always done fro this man before him. He never thought Hunt to be insane hell, the man dealt with demons and Lycans or Vampires, anyone who dealt with them on a normal basis would act differently then the remainder of the world’s population of humans. So, when Hunt raised a finger at, no one as far as the clerk was concerned, the man started again, knowing, not thinking that there was a presence inhuman inside the Inn. He backed further way and disappeared into the back room, perhaps for safety, should something transpire.
The woman made no move as Hunt inched forward towards her, she did not blink an eye, or even seem to hear him at all, it was as though she was not real, not a breath came from her lips, her chest did not move from the need to breath, nor did she move a hand to the long, slender sword at her side, which he would be able to notice as he moved in closer to where she sat in perfect peaceful calm.
“You seem to have a problem.” She commented when he had finished speaking. “No, I am not human, that was very bright of you to notice.” She continued. “yes, I was watching you, but no I do not fear you nor do I hunt you, but I could if you wish, hunt you that is, as I would never fear you.” She continued, the entire time her voice was a perfect calm, her eyes never blinking and as he would very soon realize, nor did her lips move when she spoke. “Though I find that hunting humans is a bit of a waste of time, you simply don’t have enough power to even be so much as a bother to me.” She added, her tone never changing, she didn’t even smile at her little quirks, if that was what they were. “As far as me knowing something you do not, well certainly I do, I am much older than you could ever dream of becoming and I do indeed have a lot of knowledge of a great many things, is there something I might be persuaded to help you with, Hunt McMahon?”
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« Reply #4 on: Nov 20th, 2006, 04:36am » |
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“It’s obvious that you’re in my head which I can’t say as I appreciate.” He said straight off the bat, immediately taking offense to the woman that seemed so arrogantly blasé. Whether she was right to be so cocky or not, it certainly wasn’t a trait that Hunt admired in a person. She seemed to hold that ‘better than you’ attitude towards him and he didn’t even car to question if the arrogance was founded. “You know what I want to know.” He said with a frustrated look on his face as he continued towards her. “You would know that even without being in my fucking head so don’t play games with me.” He continued, just as frustrated as before.
He didn’t like that this woman could toy with him like she was, and much less enjoyed the fact that she would, or rather was doing so. “If you don’t hunt humans then you wouldn’t be a target of mine, and now would I be one of yours. You already said that but since you’re playing games with me, then I don’t mind being redundant with you.” He said, trying to keep his calm but putting her attitude back in her face. “You obviously know something about what I’ve been ranting about to that clueless hotel clerk, so like I said before; stop fucking playing games with me, I want to know what the fuck is going on.” He closed his eyes again, trying once more to calm himself down knowing that yelling at the woman wasn’t the best way to ‘persuade’ her as she had put it. “I have a problem with not knowing what happened to me.” He said, finally lowering his tone and slowing the pace of his words. “I like to understand things,” he continued, still holding his forced calm. “Especially things about me. I doubt you know what it’s like to wonder about your self, and until this morning, neither had I, but I hope you at least will give me a little help on the matter, and tell me what’s going on.” He finished then, stopping only a few steps in front of her and still continuing to keep his self imposed forced calm.
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« Reply #5 on: Nov 20th, 2006, 05:08am » |
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“Damn.” She cursed suddenly, this time her mouth forming the words, definitely speaking it this time. “I do apologize for the rude intrusion, if anything I am not intestinally rude, I just forget that your way of communication is far different than that of my own.” She told him, other than the curse, her words remained perfectly calm.
She regarded him for a few moments, her head turning to gaze up at him now that he stood next to her. His anger was a wonderful thing, it was what kept him alive, and rather he would ever know it or not, the mere fact that he was so persistent in what he would accomplish made her respect him, his pure energy, his art for the fight, it was all in her mind something that deserved respect, of course, she would never let on that was the way she thought of him.
“So, if I decided to hunt them, then perhaps we would have a problem?” She questioned, this time he received a raised brow from her end. “This is something I may have to consider.” She mused out loud and then shook her head. “But I am going off track here, you wish to know what has happened to you, and though I don’t have the exact details, I do know that you were saved from another creature, human or not, I couldn’t say, either way, does it really matter, you are here, you are alive and you are as fit as ever, maybe even more so than before. I would think that you would be happy for that, not angry about it.” She continued, her voice thoughtful, perhaps even a bit amused.
The woman seemed to somehow know even more than she was letting on but didn’t seem to want to give him details. She was answering his desired question but sidestepping a few things as well. Should he push the matter would be entirely up to him, but either way, it would seem that though she answered things in a half manner, she was at least answering them.
“Sometimes Hunt, it is best not to know the entire truth to a situation but to simply accept that it is.” She then told him, now turning her head forward again and staring at, nothing. “I understand the desire to know, but what you should understand is the need to not know. Things can become complicated and we shouldn’t question all the good things that happen to us, as they can come back to bite us in the end should we do so. Situations might change, thoughts become foggy and next thing you know, you’re lying on a slab in your human mortuary, end of story.” She shrugged. “Honestly Hunt, do you really need to know exactly why what happened, happened? All I will say is that you were very fortunate that a small human found his bravery and found you some help, I think it is he you should go speak to, don’t you think? As if not for him, you’d not be in such good shape and ready to fight the likes of myself.” She finished and then pushed her chair back from the table and stood next to him, turning to face him. “Anything else you may wish to know, like perhaps where to find some new clothes at a relatively decent price?” She then asked, putting a finger in one of the holes in his shirt then dropping her hand back at her side.
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Re: Morning After
« Reply #6 on: Nov 27th, 2006, 01:54am » |
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“I have more clothes at home.” Hunt answered plainly as his eyes trailed down to where the woman touched his skin through a hole in his shirt. “This tends to happen a lot.” He mused truthfully. As serious as Hunt tended to be, he also had a humor about him that never seemed to rest. Joking about his tendency to ruin shirts and pants was perhaps only a slight mockery, but was one way he always kept himself level headed. The man had to take things lightly sometimes in some ways, else he truly would go insane or at very least, lose his soul in a purely figurative way if none other.
“And there’s a difference between the reasoning you give me to need to not know, and my own reasoning for my need to know.” Hunt then said, looking up to the woman’s eyes. “You propose I needn’t know for sake of knowing who saved me and why, but I say I need to know, for sake of understanding my existence. You say you understand the desire to know, but do you really?” he asked her then with a sharp looking eye. “Do you ever or have you ever had to wonder why you’re alive? Wonder what happened? Ever had any voids in your life you couldn’t explain?” Hunt continued to ask, his passion and frustration both showing in the way he spoke. “Are you honestly telling me that if there was a sudden blank in your life, that you would simply accept it because you were fine after it all?” he asked finally, finishing off his string of interrogation.
It certainly didn’t bother Hunt that he was healed, but what did bother him is that he then had a complete void in his life. There was a part of his own life that he couldn’t explain, that didn’t make sense. He needed to atleast get a glimpse of understanding about himself.
He had completely ignored the woman’s comments about a problem if she were to begin hunting humans. He was able to guess reasonably enough that her statements were in jest, or her sick form of humor.
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Re: Morning After
« Reply #7 on: Nov 27th, 2006, 03:17am » |
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Diala, after taking her finger out of the hole in his shirt took a long look at him as he spoke. Her white orbs began to create a static that grew with his every word, he had hit a sore spot in the Unchained. Her hand clenched slightly, very slightly as would be almost unnoticed, fingers barely moving n to form the beginning of two fists, then relaxed again.
“You know not what you speak, nor do you know what it is you ask, I do apologize Hunt, but I will not tell you what happened in full there in that alley. Your void, as you put it is not more than a simple blackout, I am certain you have had them before, get over it, move on.” She said in a harsh tone, much in contrast to her usual calm and reserved one.
Hunt had hit a point that the Unchained was not about to go into details with, as she did not know herself as she would like, there was a part of her that had been missing from her entire life a part that was evil and demonic, a part she couldn’t possibly understand herself. A part that showed its ugly face from time to time even if she didn’t want it to. This was a sore point with her and he just rubbed it with his statement as to her not ever having a blank spot, she wanted to throttle him right there on the spot, but didn’t, wouldn’t,
“So, if that is all we have to talk about then I will bid you ado.” She stated quite crisply. “Perhaps next time we meet thing swill be different, Hunt, maybe, you will be hunting me, I look forward to your efforts.” She inclined her head to him and then taking a step to the side, walked past him only to pause a few feet away from him, back turned, waiting to see if he had anything else to add before she walked form his sight.
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« Reply #8 on: Nov 27th, 2006, 03:27am » |
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“I know exactly what I ask.” Hunt replied firmly. “And I know exactly what I’m talking about, as well as what a normal blackout is like because yes, I’ve had those before.” He then paused, staring at the woman for a moment. “I guess you just want everyone to be so miserable.” He then said, assuming the reason for her coldness as it was quite obvious the answer to his questions.
“Bitch.” He then said under his breath as he turned to walk away, completely ignoring her later statements. He realized there would likely be nothing he could do to the woman at that point, since he didn’t even know what she was. Her confidence was more than likely a sign of a certain truth, and he didn’t want to toy with the possibilities just then. I he ever did find her hunting humans though, he would certainly hunt her in return, though it wasn’t something he was at all looking forward to.
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« Reply #9 on: Nov 27th, 2006, 03:45am » |
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Diala closed her eyes and then growled a low and inhuman sound, something like a dragon might have sounded like, a rumbling staring low then rising through her throat with incredible speed and she slowly turned around, her eyes opening as she did so, the static in her orbs now running about like tiny snakes trying to escape their barriers.
“No Hunt, not a bitch, yet.” She said to him, as a table slid in front of him to block his forward movement. “Though I could be, if you so choose me to be.” She continued and was right behind him now, so close was she that the hairs on his entire body would be raising from the static she emitted at this moment. “I will not harm you Hunt, but know this, I am not here to make you suffer, I am not what you think I am, nor will I ever be. I cannot tell you what happened last night for fear of your life. If that makes me a Bitch, then so be it, perhaps I am.” She whispered to him in a ghostly voice. “When I tell you tis is one of those things you need just accept, I was not lying, you must.”
He would notice the entire Inn was standing still, not a soul breathed or moved, they were like statues, even the ticking of the clock over the mantel had stopped, they were they only two that were animate.
Diala never touched him only drew in as close to his back as she could without doing so and with her every word, the amount of electricity grew and would be sending tingles through his entire being.
“You don’t have to like me, I have not asked for that, you just have to try and understand me and trust in what I said. If you find that yes I am a bitch, then certainly, pursue your desires and hunt me down, it will be up to you as to how I handle your rude behavior at this point.” She finished and then took a step back, though the Inn and all of its patrons never reanimated, the static had subsided
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« Reply #10 on: Nov 27th, 2006, 04:12am » |
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“I’m rude?” he asked sternly as he turned back around to face her after being momentarily stunned by the sudden change in atmosphere and listening quietly to what she said. He hadn’t been trying to be rude, but only returned exactly what he was given if not more politely than she had spoken to him. “The answer to my questions was obviously yes.” He continued then, staring sternly back at her as the static flowed through her eyes, looking as if he didn’t even notice the supernatural forms. “And that’s why you suddenly got offended. I’m not in your head but you show it pretty well.”
“You’re a fucking hypocrite.” He stated pointedly, taking one step towards her as he did, then stepped back again and bit his lip. “The answer was yes.” He said then, shaking his head a little. “It could have been just that simple but you lashed back instead. You know exactly what it’s like to be missing a part of your life, don’t you?” he wasn’t asking the last question, but confirming what he clearly understood. “And now you’re barking down my throat because I’m just as curious about my own. How rude is that?” he asked, shaking his head again.
“I certainly don’t want to be hunting you.” He said between almost closed teeth. “And I’m not trying to cause problems, but I don’t like to take shit from anyone either you know. I can’t understand you if you won’t tell me anything. All you’re giving me is fragments of political sidesteps, leading me to the same questions I had before. You obviously resent the questions you’ve had about your life, and now you’re leaving me with the same problem in mine. If that’s not rude and hypocritical, then I don’t know what is.”
“Go off on me for being rude?” he asked not expecting an answer as he turned away again. “Go off on yourself instead.”
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« Reply #11 on: Nov 27th, 2006, 04:44am » |
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If rude was what he wanted, then rude was what he was going to get.
“Listen her you thick skulked fucking piece of shit. You just don’t seem to be getting what I am trying to tell you at all. You sit there making assumptions about me bring rude or otherwise a ‘bitch’ When it was you who was presumptuous as you are still being, and rude even though I tried to tell you where you could get a bit more information you seemed to not even notice but instead went off on me about how it is. You have no idea ‘how it is’ Hunt, Your puny little brain couldn’t possibly understand what it is that I am trying to tell you.” She continued, neither moving forward or back, her voice a perfect calm once more. “Like I have stated before, you don’t have to like me, I didn’t ask you to, you fucking moron. Though now, seeing as though you are allowing me to actually be a ‘Bitch’ I will tell you that I am having fun, not telling you. I like to see you suffer like this and I will always like it” She went on, of course not meaning a single thing she was saying, though he’d never know.
Diala stood still, the only thing moving was her mouth as she spoke, and even those tendrils of static resided to nothing after a bit, though the Inn continued to stand still. “How about this, you want to see bitch, I will not allow this Inn or any of its patrons to continue living until such a time that I see fit.” She stated. “There, now that is a bitch, trying to withhold information from you because I believe it is detrimental to your well being, I just simply don’t see where that is being a bitch at all.” She finished and then sat on the tableless chair next to her.
She would have moved the world for this silly human and he would never know it, she liked him, liked his spirit and liked the fact hat he was arguing with her. She couldn’t afford for him to ever know that, and she hated to have to do this to him, but she was forced buy circumstances to do so. She couldn’t afford to like creatures, or that was what she always told herself, then again, in all honesty, she truly didn’t know how to handle most of them, without killing them at any rate. She was pushing him to hate her because she liked him, it was the only thing she knew and it seemed to be working just fine. Now if she could only make him understand that she simply could not tell him all he wanted to know.
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« Reply #12 on: Dec 5th, 2006, 05:43am » |
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“You arrogant piece of soulless shit!” Hunt said boldly in a raised voice as he took a couple steps towards Diala and gave her a shove with each hand on one shoulder. He knew he wouldn’t stand a single chance against her in a fight, judging by the power she displayed and the fact that he knew nothing about her. His action wasn’t meant to be intimidating or to cause any pain or make any progress whatsoever. All he intended by his forward act, not that he thought it threw, was to make a point.
Hunt would never back down from something he believed in, and the way this woman was handling the situation with him was more hypocritical and ignorant than he could stand. Not only did he get a gut wrenching twist in his stomach from his frustration at her stubborn refusal and ignorant arguments, from her overly reacted aggressions and her more personal insults toward more aspects of his character, but he had a terrible stretching feeling in his chest. The way Diala suspended the inn and all the people in it simply was not justified, and far beyond uncalled for. Her complete disregard for the people she affected pissed him off even more than her ignorance and belligerence.
“I can’t believe you’re being such a fucking cunt!” he continued, staring her directly in the eyes as he stood right in front of her. “Not only are you low enough to ignore what you believe in, because I know you understand needing to know things, but you’re involving so many people that have nothing to do with this. Does it make you feel special to defy yourself? Does it make you feel righteous to control all those helpless people?”
Hunt was beyond pissed off, and there was nothing that would stop him from voicing himself. Death obviously didn’t much matter to him, since he chanced it every day. “How naïve do you have to be to think that knowledge can be dangerous?” he asked madly, continuing his rant. “and how degraded do you have to be to oppose your own beliefs?”
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« Reply #13 on: Dec 5th, 2006, 06:11am » |
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His hands pushed against her shoulder, he gave her a very good shove and she even allowed for it to knock her and her chair to the side a bit, to give him a bit more pleasure out of it, if that was what he was after. She didn’t move or say a thing, she would have, in any other circumstance, simply either disappeared form his sight, or killed him, but no, not Hunt, she wouldn’t do with any of them. He had some very good points and she listened to each of them, though, she wouldn’t admit to her agreeing, of course, she was far to stubborn for that. Of course, had he not been so infuriated, as was her goal, he probably would have taken note of her refusal to harm him in any way, no matter what he did or said to her. That and the fact that though the things she was saying and doing were terrible, that she could have simply killed everyone to make a point and she hadn’t, ot the fact that there really was not much conviction in the many hurtful things she did say. Alas, he was perhaps too infuriated to see them, and that was just fine, as it was the way the Unchained wanted it to be.
“Cunt…” she whispered, still in her most calm and reserved tone as she scooted the chair back around and into position to where she was at before he pushed her. “Now that I have not been called before, how interesting.” She mused out loud “Indeed, do you believe that it is a bit overkill to be punishing others because you won’t accept what I am trying to tell you?” She continued, her voice, still a perfect calm. “I don’t have to be naive, Hunt, I just simply know.” She commented on his last question, or rather retort. .
She then turned her lips up into a half grin as she continued to look into his angered eyes. “And these people are not being harmed, hell, they just might live a few hours longer, if they stay this way, you know, like a pickle compared to a cucumber.. They are preserved.” She then said, not hint of sarcasm in her voice at all.
“Soulless, well now that just might be the furthest thing form the truth.” She then commented to his first statement. “I do indeed have my soul, I am not a soulless demon that walks the earth trying to pluck out others out of spite that I have not my own.” She told him, raising a brow. “You know for a human, you’ve got guts.” She continued. “Maybe, the truth might not harm you so far as much as I believe it may, perhaps I have misjudged your resolve.” She then mused, out loud once more, bringing a hand to her chin as she thought a moment. “yes, yes, perhaps I am arrogant, and maybe a little too overbearing too…” She continued to muse, more to herself than to him.
The Unchained then stood up form her chair and putting both hands behind her back, she began to pace the wooden floor, circling around the standing or sitting people as she went, moving through the entire lobby of the inn. She moved with slow, lazy strides as she walked, the entire time, muttering to herself, as if arguing the points with herself. She continued this way until she made full circle back to once more stand in front of Hunt.
“Tell me something Hunt.” She started, her hands still residing behind her back as she looked at him. “What if you were to find out that you were being watched by something you have no love for?” She asked him. “What if, you found out that all those creatures you kill, not all of them deserved your wrath?” She then asked.
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Re: Morning After
« Reply #14 on: Dec 5th, 2006, 06:41am » |
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“They’re not pickles.” Hunt replied strongly to her one comment, “They’re people.” The fact that they were preserved meant nothing when compared to the fact that their lives were being controlled. He was quite adamant about the matter and kept a serious look on his face as he watched Diala move about, but then couldn’t help but start t o laugh at his own reply. What he said was in fact very serious, but it sounded rather stupid, to relate people to pickles. The laugh didn’t last more than a few chuckles before it subsided and he straightened himself out again.
“Guts, balls, nerve.” Hunt listed and trailed off, shaking his head at those things as he started to calm down after laughing at him self. “Dignity is what I have.” he continued. It wasn’t that he thought he was tough, but simply that he wouldn’t allow himself to be degraded, nor would he degrade himself by allowing it.
He went quiet for a few moments when Diala circled back and asked him what she did. He even scratched his ear and the back of his head as he thought it over for a few seconds before saying anything. “I’d have to wonder why.” He said first, thinking about someone watching him, let alone someone he didn’t like. If he had an enemy watching him, then he’d more likely have been hunting Hunt than simply watching, so he couldn’t help but wonder. “And I don’t know what I would do about the latter.” He continued, still thinking about it quite seriously. He was still very upset, but he couldn’t help but think on what she asked. It was a very good question.
“Lycans hunt people.” He started again after a few moments. “What else is there to say on them?” he asked, though not expecting an answer. “The full moon is when I see it the most,” he continued, still thinking quite deeply on the whole matter. “They become far different than otherwise. They go rampant, and all they do is hunt. Demons are worse than lycans, because they know what they do and they like it. Vampires, I’ve heard have some character, but they have no choice but to kill. It’s not always a question of morals with the creatures I hunt, but the simple fact that they will kill if I don’t kill them. Each one of them that I kill saves some unknown multiples of human lives.” He paused then to think even more. “I don’t think I even understand the basis of your question, since it just doesn’t seem applicable in the least.”
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