who will take this girl?

[tru_lee_tender]

she crouches down... so small... in a corner of the alley where they have left her... she is bleeding and her dress is torn and she trembles... too afraid to close her eyes... but she is soo tired and soooo harmed and soooo lost that they do close and she sleeps fitfully there hidden from some who might help and more who might harm her again... her dreams are of forests... and princes who come to rescue her and save her from the dark place where she dwells...

 

[Always]

(is this still open for posting?)

Cye Mouri aka SylverCat

The young man walked through the dark alleys that were his home. Aqua blue-green eyes flickered in the half-light as the brown-haired boy who had just turned 18 walked through the worse part of Chicago, black trenchcoat swaying in the breeze.

He caught a flash of red at the corner or his eye. Red was blood, he thought, and before he really DID think he turned and looked closer at the shadow. The darkness parted at his subconscious command as he edged closer to the sleeping girl. He reached out with one hand and pressed two fingers gently against the girl's neck, checking for a pulse...

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

From somewhwere an owl softly hoots.

 

[Always]

Cye Mouri

Before the young man can think, a dagger flies from his hand, imbedding itself in the hooting owl. He curses - the girl is apparently quite dead - and he wasted a good dagger too.

"Not a lucky night... find a corpse lose a blade... Shit!"

 

[peterpan]

OOC

OOC: I guess she would be a bit ripe after lying in the alley that long. I don't thing that is what was intended by "truely tender". Could always resurrect this as a sensitive vampire or zombie flick The sex scenes could get a bit.. the only word I can think of is 'gooshy'.

 

[Always]

(OOC: yaaa i agree... vampy thread? in too many of those as it is! and zombies... *shivers* cye's not a necro! a fag yes, a necro no. but that would be rather amusing..)

 

[peterpan]

Playing the girl (that ok?)

The dead girl opens her eyes, black on black, and cries black tears. She stretches out a pale hand to point into the darkness. Her plaintive voice could melt any mans heart, or chill them to the marrow.

"The poor thing cannot fly like that. It wants to fly like in my dream. Please take out the knife."

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OOC: all I could think of was gothic. What if I play it straight, and you play one of the guys from friends: "Oh..My..G"

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

OOC: so you knife the bird? (I said from SOMEWHERE, not on your back.)

*flutter* *flutter* *flop*

Like a wounded animal, it made like it wanted to escape but had forgotten how. Yes, this one was truely to be watched.