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Post by firefly on Jul 24, 2006 18:25:44 GMT -5
Mel also purred like a kitten at the thought of stumbling upon anything that may make another person weep. She was an animal, in some ways subhuman, in others above and beyond. Her eye lids hovered a bit as she hung in slight remembrance of the sick pleasure in having the smell of blood hovering in the air, even lingering in her clothes like cigarette smoke. However she didn’t want to come off as a psychopath.
“Would it affect my chances of being employed if I answered that honestly?” She mused aloud, completely sincere at this. “I have a stomach of steel, nothing makes me squeamish and I guess I’m a little drawn to blood”. She eyed him again with that faint interest, that pale skin of his like a shocking contrast of silk and steel with the dark background only speckled by neon signs windows and car lights alone.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jul 24, 2006 18:42:29 GMT -5
"Good, that makes it all the better." Sight on her intensely now, the smirk joyous and amused thoroughly. "Then I only assume you can kill without a second thought."
"One question remains to be asked though: Can you take orders and follow them to the best of your ability and work with others on top of that?"
His ears were parallel with the ground, his heart was dancing in his chest. And all the same, he was beginning to fear himself. He felt crazed for action. His primal mind was releasing itself and the thought of blood was becoming more thrilling than ever. He locked himself down. And this mental restraint was almost visisble if one looked for it. The twinkle in his strange eyes flicked into death and was no more. The twitch in his tail's end halted as well.
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Post by firefly on Jul 24, 2006 18:53:48 GMT -5
Mel seemed to take notice of this sudden change of character, although it didn’t falter her smirk she did seem to take note to keep mind. “I can kill, it depends. Most of the time I don’t care, but other times I seem to get a real rush out of it… as for working with others” She rocked on her heels a bit thinking aloud.
“Again, it depends. If I’m working with a person that does this job well then I should get along with them fine. If there would be a situation where I had to choose between myself and said partner or a situation where they endanger whatever I was told to do, there may be conflict. All in all I’d do fine with others, although given the choice I’d go solo. And I can follow directions just fine”.
She didn’t particularly like being told what to do, actually the feeling of submission frightened her a bit, but her fears were the last thing to interfere with her ambitions. She was actually watching the sudden drop in his once animated self.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jul 24, 2006 19:01:08 GMT -5
"The choice will ultimately be yours to work alone or paired or grouped. Orders aren't strict, most of the time. Usually there's only one ultimate goal. As long as the goal is completed, the method of completion is of no worry."
"If killing brings enjoyment, a rush, it's deemed a relatively good thing. As long as it doesn't go overboard, that's just fine. Most of the employees seem to have that about them. Adrennaline junkies, the lot of them."
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Post by Darkduskk on Jul 24, 2006 19:02:03 GMT -5
((And just so you're not left hangin' waitin' for a reply: I'm headed out for a bit Coca. Catcha again soon =3 ))
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Post by firefly on Jul 24, 2006 19:04:26 GMT -5
She nodded “Not an adrenaline junkie myself” Mel said in a dissenting tone as if she were trying to remember the end of her sentence. It wasn’t the blood she liked, it was necessary to survive for her but it wasn’t the thing she liked the best about hunting. Mel wasn’t really sure how to put it into words without having herself seem like a demon again.
But then again, why romanticize what is set in stone? It was like trying to put wrapping paper on cardboard, let what was be. “Am I right to assume I qualify for this sort of job?” She asked.
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Post by firefly on Jul 24, 2006 19:05:31 GMT -5
I may or may not be back on tonight ;3. The worst o' sickness is over -cheers-.
Have fun.
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Post by Darkduskk on Jul 28, 2006 20:50:11 GMT -5
Fate shrugged to her correction. He wouldn't argue the fact, nor try to birth a debate over it. He'd calmed himself an immense amount in a short time. Something that may have made him look stupid. One second: brimming with energy - the next: calm as a stagnant puddle.
He nodded lightly to her question. "You are right. But are you interested? I have to say that once you're locked in, you're just that: locked in. There's no leaving, and if you do, the penalty is death - if you're lucky."
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Post by firefly on Jul 28, 2006 21:48:13 GMT -5
She didn’t seem to like the sound of that. No, her mind tended to wander, but if it had something that struck her loyalty then maybe it could work.
Mel placed a stale expression, a noh mask smile and returned his shrug with a half-hearted gesture of her own “I have nothing to lose anymore”. But that might not of been true, but She was foolish sometimes when presented a chance for any sort of benefit whatever it may be. Later she’d wonder just what she had gotten herself into.
But getting into a deeper mess seemed to be what she did best. This however, had not even passed her mind yet “I guess I’m interested”
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Post by Darkduskk on Aug 1, 2006 0:46:44 GMT -5
He eyed her when she stated she had nothing to lose. Doubting her, however, he was silent for a time; only the blinking of his eyes telling that he was no animated statue.
Nodding after he allowed the time to pass, he sighed, "Then, I guess I'll show you the way to Headquarters."
His steps were heavy, intentional... almost planned. He strode with an easy, uneasy weariness and cursed himself for what he'd done. Cursed his employers for their grasp on him. How he could hate himself at times... It was nearly peerless.
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Post by firefly on Aug 1, 2006 16:33:39 GMT -5
Although his silence was a little discomforting, she didn’t feel any uneasiness. Mel wasn’t frightened by people any more, much less the man who had interviewed her on the spot. Something about him was off, and she could tell he shouldn’t be taken lightly, but she didn’t put too much thought into the details.
Mel’s steps were sort of like a cat’s she moved in such a way that in her heels even, she moved without making a sound. It seemed effortless to her as well, but she had practiced, it made it easier to come about prey. When she followed behind him, it didn’t occur to her immedeatly just how strange what he had just said actually sounded.
Headquarters? This was the real deal now… all this time, Mel had been under the impression that this would be like some sort of gang. It didn’t change her mind or falter her will any less than it had before, but as he said it she could sense his reluctance. That wasn’t good. She’d have to work hard to whatever supiriors she would be working for, to prove that she wasn’t a bad decision.
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Post by Darkduskk on Aug 4, 2006 22:57:05 GMT -5
It wasn't much longer until he reached one of the 'access clubs' This particular one being creatively dubbed "Jack's". Turning into it and pushing through the crowds that lingered around the door, he made his way to the back and stopped by a Maintenance door where he waited for his company.
When she neared, he held the door open for her before entering himself and shutting it behind him.
Passing up all the machinery, wiring and anyhing else the actual maintenance part of the area, he lead her into a darker hallway and opened another door. This one signed 'Do Not Enter'. A simple key Fate pulled from his pocket granted them both a way through.
A sparsely populated lobby was the welcoming sight. A small group seated in the corner spoke amongst themselves and cast a weary eye toward the new-meat, Mel.
Fate ignored the group and pressed on, his silence ongoing still. A few more seconds and he stopped again by yet another labled door. 'Second in Command' was all this one read. The small window on which the black letters were printed was covered on the inside by closed, white blinds. Looking his follower over one last time as she came, he tightened his lips and narrowed his eyes. "You're positive..?"
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Post by firefly on Aug 6, 2006 16:37:40 GMT -5
Despite Mel’s first impression of Fate, she was beginning to learn that he was no master of “the poker face”, either that or he wasn’t particularly trying to hide his thoughts. However, he was going through great lengths to hit towards her that she was getting into something pretty deep, whether this was a test of her guts and trying to see if she’d wimp out, or a test of her wisdom where she would be smart to walk out… she couldn’t tell.
Mel didn’t seem disheartened by this gesture, rather than a challenge, which she had to catch herself in and remind herself that life wasn’t really a competition. Whether it be the crowds left behind her heels as witnesses, or the man before her mutually warning her of what would lie ahead, her mind had begun to race which itself was a bit of a warning sign that she should either watch her company or her angst.
To much mind to either would be disasterous in the wrong situation. Despite her smile, that was as delicate and sheer as a piece of tracing paper, she responded in a solemn tone, just as he had portrayed, suggesting that she took this seriously and simply nodded “I’m quite sure”
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Post by Darkduskk on Aug 10, 2006 21:37:08 GMT -5
Closing his eyes, as if to suggest the deal had been sealed, he sighed and nodded his head once. OPening his odd eyes only a moment later, he turned toward the door and knocked quickly. Opening it, he peaked in.
"New-meat commin' in."
A rough toned voice answered Fate's bugle, "Bout damn time, Fate. Send 'im in."
"Her, Boss." Fate pushed open the door so that the outward handle hit the wall with a thud. Placing a gentle hand between Mel's shoulder blades, he signaled for her to go into the room. "Melancholy, Xeduu. Xeduu, Melancholy."
((M'gunna start another thread over in the Agency section. There I'll type an intro and switch characters.))
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