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Post by Guillotine on Mar 11, 2013 23:07:19 GMT -5
A sigh escaped Guillotine’s lips. It looked like today was going to be one of those slow days. There didn’t seem to be too many people out. Ah, well this was the slums after all. Suppose not too many people would be out of their homes at this time of night. An annoyed sigh escaped Gil's lips. Maybe this was turning into a lost cause. Well, if all else fails he could always return to the city and score a meal or two, right? Unfortunately, he would have a higher chance of getting caught by the PIDA if he did so. The hellhound doubted any P.I.D.A agents would be lurking around in these parts. The male figured they would be out in the city where most of the trouble took place. In the slums a beast like himself could gorge on humans and not be disturbed; or so he thought. Guillotine was a wanted man. Thanks to his lust for human flesh, he was now being tracked down by members of the P.I.D.A. The threats of these agents wouldn’t stop Gil from causing trouble though. Killing was in his nature after all. Guillotine had an appetite for human flesh; one that couldn’t be tamed in just one sitting. Gil needed multiple humans to satisfy his hunger.
To the hound, Humans here where nothing more than a large flock of sheep just waiting to be picked off by a hungry wolf. He could feast as much as he wanted, and still more people would pour into the state just to get snatched up by his fangs. A content sharp toothed grin creased Guillotine’s handsome face. Ah, yes. Just the thought of tearing a human apart brought a smile to Gil’s face. Oh, how he wished for a full belly.
Guillotine decided to stand and wait near a small apartment complex. Someone was bound to exit the security of their home. When they do, he would be there waiting for them with fangs bared. Gil leaned his back against the cool brick wall, and slipped his pale hands into his coat pocket. He then let loose yet another annoyed sigh. He wasn’t about to give up on this hunt. Gil was too stubborn for that. The male would stay put until someone came, or until the sun came back up. Either way, the man was hell-bent on getting a meal. He would have to be very persistent if he wanted to catch anything out here though.
The hellhound continued to watch from his perch, like a hungry hawk overlooking a rabbit run. The male's single forest green eye continued to scan the area, looking for any unsuspecting prey. His other eye was covered with a jet black eye patch. Guillotine’s tall pale frame stood in the shadow of the old apartment building. He used the darkness as temporary cover. Usually he would avoid these kinds of hiding places; this was due to the cold. With the moon being out in full Gil wanted to do nothing more than lie in the middle of the road and soak up the heat from the warm pavement. The animal in Gil knew better that to do that. He had been hit by cars one to many times. Besides he was here to hunt. It was tempting though. The beast shook the thought from his head, and kept himself alert. As he waited the male licked his lips at the thought of digging his fangs into a human’s warm, tasty flesh. Just thinking about it made the male more desperate to catch something, anything!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2013 11:00:47 GMT -5
(its cool i like it sry took so long for the post but the thread title did help my muse XD nice one) The world slowly spun into Shimi’s reality. Bring with it a loud white noise whose intense ringing willed her back to life. Which wasn’t a pretty thing itself right now, alcohol had brought its friend dehydration. They both hit Shimi like a ton of bricks. Her eye’s lazily drifted around scanning her immediate surroundings in some attempt to remind Shimi’s brain what was going on. She was in some sooty college boy’s apartment. She could tell by the plastic cups, beer cans, underwear and other various party accessories askew around the room. So her next question was what she lying in, on, with or whatever. She slowly rose up and before she could even finish answering that question her body screamed for water. She wasn’t human anymore alcohol dehydrates and passing out from alcohol could kill her. She struggled to her feet trying to remember how she normally handled this problem. The dull buzz from the night still lingered slightly clouding her connection her beloved source of life. So the easy way cut off she have rely on her dried up body to have to strength to drag her to a sink. Struggling to her feet her previous questions of bewilderment became suddenly clear. Somehow Shimi manage to safely pass out on the couch someone was even nice enough to give her a blanket. As she fully stood up she also realized it came at the price of their company as well when their hand slowly slipped from her leg. Giving them and herself a quickly look over it also was clear that they didn’t do anymore than that. Her pants, which were at the moment feeling more like sandpaper , where still on and so was most of his cloths. ‘Wait he?’ Her brain quickly sparked. Did she willing pass out and cuddle with a guy? She recognized him some guy in her class. ‘Thats right this is his place and party for his birthday or something.’ The complete thought helped her. She had been to this before her muscle memory kicked in guided her body quickly to the restroom. Thankfully the party had died down the bathroom was open. Not that it really mattered anyway as soon as she was at the door her 6th sense naturally kicked. Her will for hydration alerted her enough that now whatever barrier the alcohol was holding over her powers was gone. The water forced its way out the bathroom faucet and flung open the door to meet Shimi halfway. As if she was gasping for air Shimi in inhaled a large stream of water rapidly absorbing it into her body to hyper hydrate. After several more glorious seconds of rapid re-hydration Shimi once again was back to her normal state of mind. She wasn’t feeling like a million bucks but, definitely a lot better.
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Now a little more clear headed the rest of life clicked into gear. She quickly checked herself and the apartment for her immediate important items. She quickly found her purse and all of her belongings amongst the ruble of trash and sleeping bodies. She checked her clock it was way beyond late and why the boy was cute ‘he’ wasn’t her type. Now more awake and little more aware she desperately longed to just get home. She had parked at her foster parent’s house and walked here from there. She was visiting them any way when she got the invite to come here. Since it wasn’t that far from them she decided to walk just in case she did get too drunk to drive home. Which apparently was a smart thing to do. Now however, she was sober ish any way more hung over than anything. She just needed to get to her car and home. She filled her 2 liter canteen before she left she would want the extra water on this drive home. Locating her heel she slipped them on along with the flannel jacket she brought with her. It wasn’t like it was a fancy party or anything plus she was at her parents so she wasn’t too dressed up. Shimi was much just a pair of heels jeans with some band’s tee and a flannel. Which was a good thing it wasn’t too flashy. A girl walking alone late at night is just easy prey to a criminal and she didn’t have her sword with her to act as a natural deterrent. Shimi also wasn’t a normal girl either so caution on a walk home like this was the furthest thing from her him right now. She was tired and so ready to just get to her car them to her bed.
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Post by Guillotine on Mar 18, 2013 19:24:31 GMT -5
Gil was about to give up the hunt when a lone figure crept from one of the many buildings and walked into the street. A large sharp toothed grin creased Guillotine handsome face. His pale features seemed to glow in the flickering light of the streetlamp. This was too perfect! There just in front of him was a fine young woman. One that seemed to be a bit lost. Guillotine’s tall frame shifted a bit as he continued to look down at his new target. This woman would make an excellent meal. Perhaps she could prove to be more than just a snack, but a fun toy as well. Guillotine’s forest green eye trailed up and down the young woman’s body as dark thoughts began to loom within that sick head of his. Oh, the things he could do to this girl. There were so many options! Oh, which should he choose? Gil could start a ‘good guy’ routine and get closer to her, and only then would he strike. That wouldn’t be any fun though. Gil wanted some action! His predatory mind wanted something to chase, something that would fear him. Perhaps there was an easy way to go about this. This small woman had quite a lovely body too, he couldn’t forget that. Guillotine licked his lips with satisfaction. Ah yes, he could get both fear, and pleasure from this fine young female. Either approach could prove to be interesting. Either way, this was going to be a fun night. The beast could feel it in his bones.
Guillotine slipped his pale hands into his pockets and mustered up a large sharp toothed smile as he strolled up to the woman. He knew just how to approach her, he would pretend to be kind, and generous. Then when he got close enough to her he would strike like a snake. “Are you alright Miss?” Gil began as he walked to this woman’s side. “-You look lost.” Guillotine’s naturally deep, and raspy voice crept from his throat as he spoke. The tall male then tilted his head to the side, almost like a curious pup. "It is quite dangerous on this side of town, especially at night." He waited for her to answer. In reality, Gil could truly careless for this girl's safety. He was attempting to put up a front, so his darker actions could be masked behind a seemingly pretty face. All the while his single forest green eye continued to search her feminine frame. This time he was making sure this woman wasn’t carrying any weapons on her. The last thing he wanted to do was attack a fully armed victim. The foolish hellhound had done it once before. He seemed to have learned his lesson sense then. Guillotine decided to turn up the charm a bit, when his sensitive nose picked up on something. What was this? Did he smell alcohol on her? Perhaps charming this female would be easier than he thought (oh how wrong he was). Gil needed this girl to feel comfortable around him, if he wished to gain her trust. Clearly, there was a method to Guillotine’s madness. Soon enough he would be reaping the spoils of this hunt. Ah yes, he could taste her flesh already.
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