Simon gave Amberelle a lazy smile and with a nod reached forward and picked a weapon from her bag. The Anantya had made it out of the building before Ellis blew it to bits - maybe the others made it out as well, he hoped. Just then Ellis began mumbling and he turned to look at her. She wasn't doing too well - her eyes look vacant and tired, her face a purple mess and any trace of the usually annoying and sarcastic disposition was tempered.
'What?'
Simon looked down at Ellis' gesturing and saw the red laser light. He rolled his eyes. Perfect - now they had some gun wielding yahoo targeting them. Slowly he lifted his eyes back in the direction of the light and saw him. Whatever caliber that gun was - it would probably hurt, not kill but sure as hell ruin his night a little more. He cocked his head to the side, motioning to the owner of the gun.
'Either come along or move along. I'm not in the mood,' Simon said loud enough for the culprit to hear.
Duibne Industries - Open to Tacharan, All Others Invite Only
Carol Hedley was not happy. Duibne Industries was in full lock down because of an 'incident' that occurred fifty four minutes prior in the Special Testing area. That section was not Duibne Industries public pride and joy but it was its money maker. That section is where the weaponary, viral and bacterial genetic testing occured under direct supervision of Dr. Vincent Thorpe and vampire Liasion Scientist Nova Piestewa. It was located beneath DI in the basement levels and was easily sealed off from the rest of the building.
That was, of course, till some fucking numb nut broke protocol and opened the sealed section. Haz-Mat (hazardous materials) teams were dispatched but DI security reached that section first. Blind luck, stupid luck but some sort of bad luck opened that fucking door and now Carol Hedley was trying to contain a potential bio weapon from escaping into the city. Oh no wait...
THAT HAPPENED ALREADY.
So Carol Hedley was indeed unhappy. Very cute and stylishly dressed...but still very unhappy.
Simon Huntington
16 years ago
Amberelle DeEspionne
16 years ago
Amberelle was watching Ellis with obvious curiosity. The woman was clearly much worse off than she seemed. But, she was mostly holding it together. The Anantya wondered if she would be a hindrance or a help in a confrontation and honestly wasn't sure. Once thing was however. Leaving the Ancient to become zombie food would make her one hell of a threat, so the blonde supposed baby sitting a slightly loopy Tacharan was better than running from the reality of her childhood boogy man. Much, much better.
The laser on Simon's chest made Amby pause. Her smile faded slightly and she slowly turned to follow Simon's gaze and tried to pick the source. The Anantya's eyes shifted, pupils slitting and she focused until the form of a man was clear to her. 'That could be an interesting shot..' Ancient vampiric speed versus one nasty looking rifle. She watched to see what the stranger would do.
The laser on Simon's chest made Amby pause. Her smile faded slightly and she slowly turned to follow Simon's gaze and tried to pick the source. The Anantya's eyes shifted, pupils slitting and she focused until the form of a man was clear to her. 'That could be an interesting shot..' Ancient vampiric speed versus one nasty looking rifle. She watched to see what the stranger would do.
Steven
16 years ago
Damn, he had been discovered. He noticed that at least one of them were armed. The man, whom Steve was targeting, held a what appeared to be a Glock in his hand. Steve decided to take the mans offer to come along. His fingers clenched around his weapon, his knuckles bulging white out of his hands. He blinked sweat from his eye. Sweat? At this temperature? He turned on the light on his gun., then lowered the weapon. He crept forward a few steps, keeping his knees bent, ready to spring at the slightest indication of danger. "Steve Rowland," he said. "You guys alright?" He hung back, fearing for his life. An automatic weapon would be a good prize for some thug looking to score some new hardware. He wasn't about to die, not yet, anyway. He needed to find as many survivors as he could. It was, after all, his job.
Ellis Duban
16 years ago
Ellis didn't recognize him to be a vampire, but nowadays that didn't mean much. Being out of Tacharan put her out of the loop, so assuming he was a vampire was just easier. He was hesitant, but then who wouldn't be right now. Were they alright, he asked. She looked down at hands, rather raw looking stumps where fingers used to be and she could only imagine what her face must look like. He'd know soon enough once he got closer. Hopefully he was human. Ellis smiled.
'Oh yeah. Right as rain.'
'Oh yeah. Right as rain.'
Amberelle DeEspionne
16 years ago
Watching the stranger come closer Amby started to get that niggle as her training kicked in. This guy walked and carried a weapon like someone who knew what they were doing. He didn't strike her as some lucky guy on the run with a couple weapons picked up at the corner sporting goods store. Not that that was a bad thing.
His question suprised her, but she stayed quiet. Her eyes slid back and forth between him and the other two and she tried not to snort at Ellis' response. She motioned to herself, voice soft as she kept an eye out for the iminent return of the zombie hoards.
I'm Amberelle. Looking at him with narrowed eyes, she motioned with her chin towards the nice piece of hardware he carried. So.. What're you doing out here Steve?
His question suprised her, but she stayed quiet. Her eyes slid back and forth between him and the other two and she tried not to snort at Ellis' response. She motioned to herself, voice soft as she kept an eye out for the iminent return of the zombie hoards.
I'm Amberelle. Looking at him with narrowed eyes, she motioned with her chin towards the nice piece of hardware he carried. So.. What're you doing out here Steve?
Steven
16 years ago
One of the women replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. He noticed that she was pretty torn up. The other woman, a blonde with a bag of weapons, was covered in god only knew what, but seemed alright. The man just seemed tired. The blonde came forward, eyeing up his gun. What was he doing? Surviving. He told her that he was a cop, and was looking for intel. Something moved behind him, and Steve swung around, planting rounds into the general area. A mouse scurried by, and Steve swore. That was a waste of munitions. He turned back to the group. He walked forward, but stayed out of range of any physical attacks. That Glock wouldn't do much against a flak jacket, but a head shot would send Steve to his maker. "Does anyone have any idea where the hell we are? I've been wandering around for hours, but I'm only more lost. than when I started." He sighed. What the hell had happened here? Zombies? Now he was shooting mice? He wanted to puke. This was all too much, even for him. Watching his sister get eaten alive was even worse. He looked at the motley trio nearby, waiting for one of them to make a move.
Simon Huntington
16 years ago
Bad place to be lost, Simon thought to himself, even on a normal day. His forehead crinkled at Rowland's reaction to the noise behind him. Skittish. Great.
'You're on the edge of the industrial district of Nachton - Duibne Industries, it's a medical facility.' Boy that was an understatement, he thought again. 'As far as we can tell this is ground zero for this infection running rampant in the city.'
Simon figured he was new to the city but still undecided on whether or not he was a vampire. Still, he hadn't recognized him or Ellis and of all people Ellis was the most recognizable to their nation. No, this wasn't a vampire, just some poor schmoe caught in the crossfire of doomsday. He decided to let him figure things out on his own. He looked over at Ellis and saw her staring at the man. She was so deprived of blood that he knew what she was thinking but god willing she'd hold off mauling this one in view of his obvious gun skills. Simon would rather have a good shot than a good meal, but then he hadn't blown his fingers off.
'You're on the edge of the industrial district of Nachton - Duibne Industries, it's a medical facility.' Boy that was an understatement, he thought again. 'As far as we can tell this is ground zero for this infection running rampant in the city.'
Simon figured he was new to the city but still undecided on whether or not he was a vampire. Still, he hadn't recognized him or Ellis and of all people Ellis was the most recognizable to their nation. No, this wasn't a vampire, just some poor schmoe caught in the crossfire of doomsday. He decided to let him figure things out on his own. He looked over at Ellis and saw her staring at the man. She was so deprived of blood that he knew what she was thinking but god willing she'd hold off mauling this one in view of his obvious gun skills. Simon would rather have a good shot than a good meal, but then he hadn't blown his fingers off.
Steven
16 years ago
Steve nodded. He noticed that the one woman was wounded, and staring at him with a strange look on her face. The blonde, Aberelle, didn't seem all too dangerous, but the way she had looked at his gun scared him. Damn, this was bad. He thought of what Trin had said, and wondered if these were vamps or not. That was all that he needed, three pairs of fangs in his veins. He decided to play it cool. After all, why not die fighting if they were vamps? And, vamp or no, he was obligated to protect every one of them. Even if he did represent a double cheeseburger with fries and a shake to them. He raised his weapon. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm all for getting the flock out of here!" Their path seemed clear, but something wasn't right here. His soldiers sense was buzzing like a ticked-off wasp in his brain. Something was badly wrong here, he just had no clue what.
(Sorry for ignoring you Amby, I am kinda slow today.)
(Ellis: If you are hungry, chow down, just don't go nuts!)
(Sorry for ignoring you Amby, I am kinda slow today.)
(Ellis: If you are hungry, chow down, just don't go nuts!)
Nova
16 years ago
Nova frowned at both Carol’s calm and her answer, disturbed by the mental image of zombie rats running loose through the building. That was going to come back and bite her in the ass one of these days.
“Okay. Right.”
She shrugged off the bag and pulled out her tape recorder, tapping it a couple of times in thought before, quite suddenly, walking briskly to the other side of the lab and flipping three switches in quick succession.
The sound of squeaking filled the lab for a split second before a roar of flames consumed everything in the closed off vent.
“Handy, that. So,” she began, before stopping to pick up a text book and slam it down on a disembodied finger, “Good news and bad news.” The finger began to wriggle even under the weight of the book. Nova struck it several times in quick succession, and it seemed to give up, flopping over onto one side and twitching half heartedly. “Good news is, I think there’s a way to reverse this complete fucking disaster.” The finger started to work its way toward Nova, very slowly. Annoyed, she swept it into a nearby drawer. “Bad news is, I’ll probably need a week or so to figure it out. Either that or a seriously lucky break.”
“So yeah. We might be fucked.”
Oddly, stating the obvious brightened her mood; she'd reached that giddy moment that comes after complete panic but before total madness. She bounced a little on her toes as she looked around the lab. "Samples would be good. Get lucky with those all the time."
“Okay. Right.”
She shrugged off the bag and pulled out her tape recorder, tapping it a couple of times in thought before, quite suddenly, walking briskly to the other side of the lab and flipping three switches in quick succession.
The sound of squeaking filled the lab for a split second before a roar of flames consumed everything in the closed off vent.
“Handy, that. So,” she began, before stopping to pick up a text book and slam it down on a disembodied finger, “Good news and bad news.” The finger began to wriggle even under the weight of the book. Nova struck it several times in quick succession, and it seemed to give up, flopping over onto one side and twitching half heartedly. “Good news is, I think there’s a way to reverse this complete fucking disaster.” The finger started to work its way toward Nova, very slowly. Annoyed, she swept it into a nearby drawer. “Bad news is, I’ll probably need a week or so to figure it out. Either that or a seriously lucky break.”
“So yeah. We might be fucked.”
Oddly, stating the obvious brightened her mood; she'd reached that giddy moment that comes after complete panic but before total madness. She bounced a little on her toes as she looked around the lab. "Samples would be good. Get lucky with those all the time."
Steven
16 years ago
Steve stood by while the others did... whatever. There was no sign of any of those zombies, but he still had a bad feeling. He looked over at the wounded woman. Her injuries were bad, but horribly familiar: he had seen those same kinds of wounds on soldiers in combat, particularly ones who had gotten too friendly with a grenade. He eyed her up. No human could carry those kinds of wounds, and still be upright. There was only one thing that explained this, and the odd look in her eyes. She had to be a vampire. Lovely. He was running around with a starving vamp. Hopefully she was an Anantya, and knew Trin. If not, he was royally screwed here. He knew she needed blood, and he was the only uninfected human around. He made a decision to help her. He caught her eye (not too hard, since she was still eyeing him up like a dog staring at a meaty bone), signaled her to follow him, and moved off a few yards. He kept his weapon at his hip, but the laser dot centered right between her eyes. He knew a headshot wouldn't kill a vamp, but would definitely mess her up, giving her time to beat feet. He just hoped by the grace of God that the other two weren't vamps as well!
Scientist
16 years ago
Dr. Thorpe stepped out of the elevator onto the lowest sub levels of Duibne Industries. This was where Nova's lab was located, that much he could remember. The dizzy buzzing in his ears clouded his mind as he lumbered down the hallway - he was definitely starting to slow down. The human part of his mind, the scientist told him that it was rapid decay and he had to find Nova quickly to somehow tell her that. The zombie in him kept getting distracted by the soft scent of sweet flesh. Both sides of his mind told him that it meant Nova was near since nearly everyone in DI had been infected. This was a good thing.
Mostly because he was still hungry.
The level was void of any doors except for one down the long hallway. Dr. Thorpe made his way towards the door and stood in front of it. It was suppose to open, he was fairly certain. Emergency lock down, the scientist told himself and again he reached for his name tag with the clearance card. He stared at it as it hung on his shirt. Time was running out, he could feel it. He needed to tell Nova that the infection started with him and as the host he'd have pure samples to create a cure from. Her lab was equipped with synthesizing equipment to create batches of it and located elsewhere in DI the delivery system had been tested on that week. It could all be implemented within 24 hours. Dr. Thorpe twisted the card in his hand and in the dark he inserted the card into the slot. The door opened.
Carol Hedley was standing with her back to the door and she smelled so sweet.
Mostly because he was still hungry.
The level was void of any doors except for one down the long hallway. Dr. Thorpe made his way towards the door and stood in front of it. It was suppose to open, he was fairly certain. Emergency lock down, the scientist told himself and again he reached for his name tag with the clearance card. He stared at it as it hung on his shirt. Time was running out, he could feel it. He needed to tell Nova that the infection started with him and as the host he'd have pure samples to create a cure from. Her lab was equipped with synthesizing equipment to create batches of it and located elsewhere in DI the delivery system had been tested on that week. It could all be implemented within 24 hours. Dr. Thorpe twisted the card in his hand and in the dark he inserted the card into the slot. The door opened.
Carol Hedley was standing with her back to the door and she smelled so sweet.
Carol
16 years ago
'A week? We're not going to last 7 hours, much less 7 days. You know what they're going to do probably in the next couple of hours? They're going to fucking fire bomb the streets of Nachton.'
Carol wasn't stupid and she had seen enough survival movies to know what the steps of containment were for a city. She finished Resident Evil on the playstation - she was in the know.
'If you need a sample, there's a fuckton of it everywhere - I'm assuming you mean...what...like an origin sample? From the start of the infection, right?'
Carol moved towards Nova's computer bay and signed in. Linking into DI's main frame she was able to scan through the security cameras. She had started to do this up stairs in the main control room but got distracted by her brilliant plan to go up into the ventilation system to find Nova. Completing her task now she searched through the video files and explained to Nova what she was doing.
'Basically we can track this back to the start of the infection. The system went red with the alarm and locked everything down.' Her fingers clicked on the keyboard and then moved over to the mouse - putting up a triple window view of the lower labs. 'Here. It originated out of Dr. Thorpe's office.'
The video stream showed Dr. Thorpe eating his assistant. Carol backed up the time on the video to five minutes prior, showing the good doctor working on his experiment. The logs indicated that it was a hybrid hyper strain of adrenaline. 'What the hell was he working on - hyper adrenaline strain? For what?'
Carol could only speculate what the need would be for something like that - military most likely. DI was involved in many major illegal testing for the government - sometimes even foreign. Money was money. She shrugged off the guilt and watched the video. Dr. Thorpe suddenly sneezed.
'Fuck me - this was started with a sneeze?' She rolled her eyes. Typical. 'Dr. Thorpe runs out of the lab after the security guards opened up the containment seal. He's bound to still be in here. The sub levels were immediately locked down but it managed to spread pretty far with the guards opening everything up. He might be down here.'
Her hope deflated a little as she considered how far the good doctor may have gotten. Standing Carol moved towards the front of Nova's lab, back to the hallways. She'd be stupid to go out and decided against it - still, if she could get a call out. She reached down and tried the lab phones. Dead. Her cell phone was still back where she had fallen in and she moved towards the broken table, near the lab exit. Carol reached down and found her phone, flipping it open.
'Let me see if I can get a call out first,' she called out to Nova and turned her back towards the exit, looking down at her phone. A piece of her hair flew forward from a gush air and she reached out and tucked it back behind her ear. Then she froze. Carol angled the display of her phone to look over her shoulder, to see what she could see in the reflection of it.
Well, at least she knew where Dr. Thorpe was.
Carol wasn't stupid and she had seen enough survival movies to know what the steps of containment were for a city. She finished Resident Evil on the playstation - she was in the know.
'If you need a sample, there's a fuckton of it everywhere - I'm assuming you mean...what...like an origin sample? From the start of the infection, right?'
Carol moved towards Nova's computer bay and signed in. Linking into DI's main frame she was able to scan through the security cameras. She had started to do this up stairs in the main control room but got distracted by her brilliant plan to go up into the ventilation system to find Nova. Completing her task now she searched through the video files and explained to Nova what she was doing.
'Basically we can track this back to the start of the infection. The system went red with the alarm and locked everything down.' Her fingers clicked on the keyboard and then moved over to the mouse - putting up a triple window view of the lower labs. 'Here. It originated out of Dr. Thorpe's office.'
The video stream showed Dr. Thorpe eating his assistant. Carol backed up the time on the video to five minutes prior, showing the good doctor working on his experiment. The logs indicated that it was a hybrid hyper strain of adrenaline. 'What the hell was he working on - hyper adrenaline strain? For what?'
Carol could only speculate what the need would be for something like that - military most likely. DI was involved in many major illegal testing for the government - sometimes even foreign. Money was money. She shrugged off the guilt and watched the video. Dr. Thorpe suddenly sneezed.
'Fuck me - this was started with a sneeze?' She rolled her eyes. Typical. 'Dr. Thorpe runs out of the lab after the security guards opened up the containment seal. He's bound to still be in here. The sub levels were immediately locked down but it managed to spread pretty far with the guards opening everything up. He might be down here.'
Her hope deflated a little as she considered how far the good doctor may have gotten. Standing Carol moved towards the front of Nova's lab, back to the hallways. She'd be stupid to go out and decided against it - still, if she could get a call out. She reached down and tried the lab phones. Dead. Her cell phone was still back where she had fallen in and she moved towards the broken table, near the lab exit. Carol reached down and found her phone, flipping it open.
'Let me see if I can get a call out first,' she called out to Nova and turned her back towards the exit, looking down at her phone. A piece of her hair flew forward from a gush air and she reached out and tucked it back behind her ear. Then she froze. Carol angled the display of her phone to look over her shoulder, to see what she could see in the reflection of it.
Well, at least she knew where Dr. Thorpe was.
Ellis Duban
16 years ago
Ellis was hungry, painfully so and she could not stop staring at the human. She must have been a sight to behold, but she really didn't care. The hunger always took care of any humility one might feel. Tilting her head to the side, she eyed the man from head to toe. Ellis could drain him in a minute flat, she wagered, so when he nodded to her to follow him, she almost laughed out loud. She took a step towards Rowland and then turned to speak to Simon and Amberelle over her shoulder.
'If I'm not back in ten minutes...call the police.' Then she smiled a sickly smile, her skin still bruised and swollen. Ellis pulled on her turtleneck sweater and took a few more labored steps towards the man.
As they edged away from Simon and Amberelle, Ellis closed the distance between her and the man, noting the laser sighting was still on and aiming at her. She chuckled.
'Was there something I could do for you...Mr. Rowland?' Ellis drew out the last syllable of his name with a smile.
'If I'm not back in ten minutes...call the police.' Then she smiled a sickly smile, her skin still bruised and swollen. Ellis pulled on her turtleneck sweater and took a few more labored steps towards the man.
As they edged away from Simon and Amberelle, Ellis closed the distance between her and the man, noting the laser sighting was still on and aiming at her. She chuckled.
'Was there something I could do for you...Mr. Rowland?' Ellis drew out the last syllable of his name with a smile.
Steven
16 years ago
Steve snarled, noting the sarcasm in her voice. He was sure she didn't know of the small propane blowtorch in his backpack. He lowered his voice so only she could hear him. "Cut the crap, vampire. Yeah, I know what you are. I'm willing to help you, just don't go nuts." He cocked his head, eyes on her face. "Go on, get your grub on."
Ellis Duban
16 years ago
Caution had an annoying way of interfering with hunger, Ellis noted. Still, she closed the distance between them to a foot. She wanted him to be clear in what he was offering - not that she wasn't about to take it anyway.
'Now why, Mr. Rowland...would you do that...for me?' Ellis asked in a lazy drawl, again drawing out the last syllable of his name.
'Are you careless, Mr. Rowland or just...not too bright?'
It was clear though, he knew what he was up against. She really hoped that was fear talking, not stupidity.
'Now why, Mr. Rowland...would you do that...for me?' Ellis asked in a lazy drawl, again drawing out the last syllable of his name.
'Are you careless, Mr. Rowland or just...not too bright?'
It was clear though, he knew what he was up against. She really hoped that was fear talking, not stupidity.
Steven
16 years ago
Steve snarled with surpressed rage. What the hell was this bitch thinking? He controlled himself. "Look, vamp. I don't have time for this, and we need to get the fuck out of here. So, since you need blood, and I have a ready supply, I'd sugest that you get off you high god-damn horse and feed for a bit, that way we can get lost. And, in case you're wondering how I know you're a vampire, I happen to ba a familiar. So, do we have a deal, or am I gonna have to kill you?" He raised his weapon a few inches, never moving that red dot from the vampire's face. "One thing: take only what you need. I need to be able to fight, since I'm the only one here who can take on a whole herd of those damn zombies and come out smiling."
(ooc: Ellis, you can bite, just don't off me, dang it!)
(ooc: Ellis, you can bite, just don't off me, dang it!)
Ellis Duban
16 years ago
Ellis grinned.
'Well Mr. Rowland, dyings hard to come by in Nachton, although I appreciate your concern.' She summoned every last bit of strength and focus in her and grabbed Steve Rowland, new citizen of Nachton, by his face and twisted him off his feet. Ellis pressed her lips close to his ear and whispered.
'This is going to hurt.'
The achingly soft skin was pierced like butter with her fangs; Ellis giggled, it was so sweet and fresh. She took one big swallow and shuddered as the fresh blood past her tongue and went down her throat. Oh there was no stopping her now, this was too pure, too wonderful to ever stop and she drank Steve Rowland's blood hard and fast, losing herself in the warmth of the blood.
The pain shot through her body as she immediately began to regenerate. The tight, raw fingers began to grow skin and cartilage, the broken bones and the weak, torn muscles reattaching themselves as the blood nourished her, sweeping her away in a painful ecstasy and not once did she consider Mr. Rowland's puny life.
Suddenly a hard hand was on her shoulder. A soft voice was calling her name - Simon's voice. She was killing the human and Simon was trying to help by stopping her. With a roll of her eyes Ellis disengaged, releasing Rowland like a forgotten bit of trash. She chuckled again and pushed passed Simon.
'Welcome to Nachton, Mr. Rowland.'
((OOC - permission to eat Mr. Rowland))
'Well Mr. Rowland, dyings hard to come by in Nachton, although I appreciate your concern.' She summoned every last bit of strength and focus in her and grabbed Steve Rowland, new citizen of Nachton, by his face and twisted him off his feet. Ellis pressed her lips close to his ear and whispered.
'This is going to hurt.'
The achingly soft skin was pierced like butter with her fangs; Ellis giggled, it was so sweet and fresh. She took one big swallow and shuddered as the fresh blood past her tongue and went down her throat. Oh there was no stopping her now, this was too pure, too wonderful to ever stop and she drank Steve Rowland's blood hard and fast, losing herself in the warmth of the blood.
The pain shot through her body as she immediately began to regenerate. The tight, raw fingers began to grow skin and cartilage, the broken bones and the weak, torn muscles reattaching themselves as the blood nourished her, sweeping her away in a painful ecstasy and not once did she consider Mr. Rowland's puny life.
Suddenly a hard hand was on her shoulder. A soft voice was calling her name - Simon's voice. She was killing the human and Simon was trying to help by stopping her. With a roll of her eyes Ellis disengaged, releasing Rowland like a forgotten bit of trash. She chuckled again and pushed passed Simon.
'Welcome to Nachton, Mr. Rowland.'
((OOC - permission to eat Mr. Rowland))
Simon Huntington
16 years ago
Simon watched Ellis move away slowly with that look of sick glee plastered on her face. He sighed slowly and looked over at Amberelle. They'd be lucky if Ellis didn't kill Rowland on the spot, especially with her need being at a critical level. He could use a bit of blood himself, but it would have to wait.
Looking back at Ellis, Simon rolled his shoulders as he watched them talk - Rowland with obvious edge in his voice, Ellis with a syrupy sweetness. Simon was positive that she had no intention on taking what she needed - it was always what she wanted. Simon tucked his gun into the waistband of his pants just as Ellis grabbed Rowland with a quickness he didn't think she still had in her and began to feed.
She was vicious with her feeding, always making it as painful as possible. Simon quickly walked over and touched her on the shoulder.
'Ellis'
Her green eyes opened and glared back at Simon. Ellis narrowed them and then as quickly as she grabbed him, she dropped him. The purple bruises on her face faded and her fingers healed, skin regenerating before his eyes. You could see the tempered humility leave and be replaced by her usual tenacity. She welcomed Rowland again to Nachton and pushed passed Simon towards Amberelle. With her usual flair she picked a weapon from the bag and with a sweet, happy smile, batted her eyelashes and waited.
Looking back at Ellis, Simon rolled his shoulders as he watched them talk - Rowland with obvious edge in his voice, Ellis with a syrupy sweetness. Simon was positive that she had no intention on taking what she needed - it was always what she wanted. Simon tucked his gun into the waistband of his pants just as Ellis grabbed Rowland with a quickness he didn't think she still had in her and began to feed.
She was vicious with her feeding, always making it as painful as possible. Simon quickly walked over and touched her on the shoulder.
'Ellis'
Her green eyes opened and glared back at Simon. Ellis narrowed them and then as quickly as she grabbed him, she dropped him. The purple bruises on her face faded and her fingers healed, skin regenerating before his eyes. You could see the tempered humility leave and be replaced by her usual tenacity. She welcomed Rowland again to Nachton and pushed passed Simon towards Amberelle. With her usual flair she picked a weapon from the bag and with a sweet, happy smile, batted her eyelashes and waited.
Nova
16 years ago
“Mmmhmm,” Nova responded as she unloaded her slides, though which remark she was answering was unspecified. She plugged a headphone into one ear and began playing back her comments while scanning in her slides, opening window after window on her computer. Carol was using another to search the security cameras, something she couldn't do as she didn't have that kind of access, and in spite of the blonde's more excitable countenance, they worked efficiently together. By the time Carol had made her way to Dr. Thorpe's logs, she had her graphs prepared. She raised a finger, almost cheerfully, and downloaded her fellow scientist's data onto a thumb drive.
There was one lucky break. The next one followed in the form of a sneeze, and this time she raised two fingers.
“Prolly inhaled something – lets see what he's got here...”
Frowning, she took over the controls while Carol went for a phone, forgetting that she had busted the land line in the lab. Rewind, fast forward. Rewind, fast forward.
“Finding out what he inhaled would be...” suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Shit was about to go down. Normally her instinct would be to run like hell but there was nowhere to go. Also, she was feeling lucky – a sentiment that she didn't think Carol would appreciate, but she felt it nonetheless. She turned around, slowly.
She grinned, and raised three fingers. Then she went at Dr. Thorpe at a dead run.
There was one lucky break. The next one followed in the form of a sneeze, and this time she raised two fingers.
“Prolly inhaled something – lets see what he's got here...”
Frowning, she took over the controls while Carol went for a phone, forgetting that she had busted the land line in the lab. Rewind, fast forward. Rewind, fast forward.
“Finding out what he inhaled would be...” suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Shit was about to go down. Normally her instinct would be to run like hell but there was nowhere to go. Also, she was feeling lucky – a sentiment that she didn't think Carol would appreciate, but she felt it nonetheless. She turned around, slowly.
She grinned, and raised three fingers. Then she went at Dr. Thorpe at a dead run.
Amberelle DeEspionne
16 years ago
She'd had to turn away as Ellis grabbed the man. Part of it was just revulsion but another part of her didn't want to be reminded she was hungry. It was a blessing in disguise in many ways that the infected had such a foul stench to her sensitive nose. She barely looked at Ellis as the woman grabbed a weapon and smiled that sweet smile that made fear run up her spine. Yes, that was the devil alright just like the stories said.
Amby zipped the bag shut and shrugged it back on as she walked quickly over to the human. She held her hand out to the man and looked him over. He was brash, trigger happy and ballsy. He'd be useful, for certain.
Are you alright? Her voice was soft and filled with compassion as she whispered to him. The faint scent of blood that lingered around him made her mouth water and she swallowed convulsively. You're lucky I only feed on criminals.. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully. I overheard you say you were a familiar.. what clan do you belong to?
If he was Anantya property she was going to have to watch out for him, she thought with an inward sigh.
Amby zipped the bag shut and shrugged it back on as she walked quickly over to the human. She held her hand out to the man and looked him over. He was brash, trigger happy and ballsy. He'd be useful, for certain.
Are you alright? Her voice was soft and filled with compassion as she whispered to him. The faint scent of blood that lingered around him made her mouth water and she swallowed convulsively. You're lucky I only feed on criminals.. Her brow furrowed thoughtfully. I overheard you say you were a familiar.. what clan do you belong to?
If he was Anantya property she was going to have to watch out for him, she thought with an inward sigh.