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Nov 11, 2013 04:39PM
((Reghanne! Paige! Get your butts in here!!! This is for us!! The girls whom rule at writing!))
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((Hmm another place that I can sprinkle my awesomeness upon!))
((Lol. Okay girls, shall we start and see how it ends up?))
My head snapped to the side as the dude punched at me from the left... I swear it gave me fucken whip lash! Of course before I had time to recover I was punched hard in the gut and buckled over grasping my stomach and groaned in agony... Luckily the asses left me a bit to recover which meant I looked up at the three of them... All men and a local gang... The bastards... I glared at every single one of them ignoring the blood that sprinkled my vision as I spat on the closest ones shoes, getting a good shove for that... Which meant I banged right into the wall and my legs decided to give out then and I fell onto the snow covered ground... That was the colour of red.... I smirked at them wiping the back of my hand across my face before snarling, "beating up a girl, three to one, very fair ladies hope you got some pride from that to heighten your ego," I sneered before I was pulled through the wall.... Yes your heard me through the wall and I stifled and scream and whipped my head back to glare at the opposing foe...
A man stood there with a slight grin. He placed his finger to his lips, telling her to be silent. He grasped her hand and took off, dashing the ought the halls as screams of the bastards echoed upon them.
-If I dare say so myself, you guys are vulgar as fuck-
I scowled and managed to pull myself up by using his hand but his speed was too much for me as I began hacking clenching my chest and bent over as I ran... Soon blood was dripping down the corners of my mouth..
The man growled. "Not fucking now!" He hissed, lifting her up before running.
I coughed into my hand causing blood to spatter on it before I dryly growled, "yes cause you were the one beaten up," I mumbled sarcastically scowling as a hacked again groaning in agony...
He smiled. "I wasn't talking about you love. Now stop talking, save your energy."
I glared at him bitterly after hacking up some more blood on myself, "why the hell should i listen to you? I don't know you," I grumbled wiping the blood off on my sleeve positive they broke a rib that was poking my lung... Not pleasant at all..
He nodded. "Yes, but I am saving your ass so a pleasant thanks would be generous."
"Yeah well I ain't gracious nor generous... And no one ever said nothing bout me being pleasant, so sorry luck there," I mumbled in a sharp retort, "and you told me to not talk so it's that going against you wishes?" I retorted hotly before flinching, "fuck!"
He rolled his eyes, continuing to dart through the halls. "Warned you." He said before stopping instantly as a creature stopped infront of him "son of Athena!" She shouted before darting through the wall like a ghost
I glared at him only to turn to see the thing.. Whatever that thing was and my eyes shot wide in shock but I didn't scream only flinched when I saw the wall barreling at us and closed my eyes awaiting the pain that never came and scowled opening my eyes seeing that the wall was gone and growled, "what the-" I got cut off when I began hacking again and groaned in agony..
"Breath in through your nose, out through your mouth! Trust me it will help till I get the rip fixed." He said rushing out of the building.
"Like hell!" I snarled wincing again and tried to take smaller breaths so my lungs wouldn't move as much..: yeah didn't work.. I ended up shouting out fuck again and decided to try his suggestion and it was okay but all and all I was sooo gonna die...
"Fuck this..." He swore. "Hold on" they were transported into the middle of the living room, he placed her down on the couch before cutting his wrist, pressing it against her lips and forcing it down her throat. Once there was enough in her to heal her he pulled away, placing a napkin upon the cut.
"Such language, " I began but was cut off when the surroundings suddenly changed... What the hell?!?! Okay I know I should be freaking the hell out with all this craziness but honestly it was a strange day altogether... I flinched when he place me on the furniture glaring at him but didn't speak not wanting to Injure myself further before my eyes went wide when he cut himself ... Was this dude emo!?!?! (Idk if that spelled right..). And that's when he of course placed it on my lips... I knew I read to much so, seeing and looking upon all this I was definitely reading too much on this matter and honestly she could say it was amazing her... But she was forced to swallow the surprisingly not gross tasting blood and felt immediately sleepy... "What... are..." I drifted off my eyes fluttering shut And I passed out hard as a light..
The guy smiled slightly before walking to the kitchen. "Told ya..." He taunted
((you both write well together) )
((Ummm thank you....??))~~time skip!~~
I woke up feeling like... My eyes shot open wide with shock... What the hell I just got beat up and I don't feel like I just got bulldozed and shot at a few times... Why don't I?!?! I sat up immediately too fast actually and I was taken by a wave of dizziness and groaned irritated at the feeling before my vision finally focused and i inhaled sharply in surprise... I wasn't home... Wasn't in a random alley.... Where the hell was I?!?! That's when it all came back and I screamed, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!"
((Thanks Vanessa, you're a pretty good writer yourself.))The guy walked out with a smile. "Well morning princessa...how did you sleep?"
My gaze whipped to him and I was immediately on my feet and was in front of him swinging my hand back and swung it back to slap him hard on that cheek.... Which I did and made a satisfying smack!((Ya.. What she said >~<... Dd ask what the hell was that for pwease!))
((What?))He looked at her, still smiling. "Well aren't we a little testy this morning."
((I refuse to post to that! She slapped him, I asked if you could have him say "what the hell was that for,"))
((Oh! See you confused me!))**he adjusted his jaw before glaring at her slightly. "And why the hell was that for?!"
((it was a complement Polka. :) ))
((Ohh sorry chicky... And ahh I see a compliment.... Why thank you then... Your pretty amazing yourself.... At writing.. ^~^))I ignored his first comment rolling my eyes and rubbed the hand I had hit him with my eyes narrowed at him, "oh it was just for fun," I mocked in a snarl, "what do you think that was for?! You technically just kidnapped me not to mention you shoved your own fricken blood down my bloody throat!" I snapped at him.. "Care to explain?!"
((Lol Vanessa what's the plan for the witching hour? I'm curious to know))
He smiled, an odd smile, but smiled. "I healed you." Was all he said before walking past her down the hall
I whipped around to look at him before flipping him the finger, "wow that was amazingly details you should go into a profession that allows you to explain things!" I shouted at him being utterly sarcastic before marching after him, "okay so now answer me this, how can you walk through walls?! How could your fricken blood heal me? And why the hell aren't I freaking the fuck out!"
He raised a brow before chuckling. "I was able to do that since I was a child, scared my parents half to death. The blood thing, is normal, and the third one.....I don't exactly think you're keeping cool at this. So you'll have to answer." He said with a boyish grin.
I raised my eyebrows thinking about it before sighing, "okay... So your a freak that can walk through walls and heal people with his own blood, that's normal," I muttered sarcastically before rolling my eyes, "well think about it I'm not actually screaming my head off throwing things at you or anything, or have gone into shock, so yes I taking it fairly well, besides this is normal for me, as in the shouting slapping bitching.." I said and shrugged glancing around, "nice place... Where the door?"
-My cue-Henry walked into the living, long pyjamas pants...really the only thing on him; besides a long gold chain. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes boyishly. He sighed and looked up into the chaotic living room. "Dude. Really? Its 5 in the morn', do ya think 'ou could-" he cut himself off, crossing his arms,"Oy. That's why," he realized his Scottish accent loud and proud. He gave his friend -and the girl- THE look, eyebrow raised and all.
-into the living room* but ya know...into the living technically-
The man smiled. "Oh Henry, you'd obviously predict that." He said simply, ignoring her questions
I turned around and smirked at the newcomer, "dude I don't swing that way, besides the fact I get hot from Scottish men," I purred winking at him before turning back to the guy and scowled, "now the door?"
Henry feigned shock, splaying his hand across his chest, "Oye, thank ya, Ie do get that a lot. But Ie doubt ye'd be suprised, my roommate's treasure" he smiled, ginger hair ruffled and stalked into the living room. He plopped onto the blood stained couch, lacing his hands behind his head. "Aye Callie boy, Ie'd 'appreciate if ye didn't stain my suede couch. It was expensive," his voice sassy.
I glanced at him over my shoulder smirking, "no thanks necessary amor, sexiness explains itself," I said with a shrug and looked at the other guy glaring... Before I walked up to him and slapped him hard.
He smirked. "Well then, my apologies your highness I will try to be careful, when saving a lady." His head then cocked from the blow. "Would you stop hitting me!"
I smirked, "I will when you show me the bloody door!" I snapped at him crossing my arms over my chest... "Unless you like being touched by a girl cause obviously with your looks you don't get enough of that..."
" Thank you," Henry said princelike. He sat up, leaning on the the back of the couch. "Oye! Aye! I'd rather me roommate in," he used his hands to make an hour glass or the shape of a womans body, "one piece." He smirked innocently, "AND, if ye could not-," he leaned over the side of the couch, looking to the floor, "Aye. Ie see ye did git blud on me carpet aswiell," Henry turned slowly turned his head to Callum and gave him an evil look. "Pleasant." And then he stalked out into the kitchen with long silent strides. Clanking pans and cutlery started clinking and a Scottish sounding hum drifted out.
