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 Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:30 am
VoltEdge was a little calmer around water this time since she figured Serene hasn't really done anything to hurt her but she still pictured being shoved into a tank after being given some pretty strong meds, trying to struggle and liquid wetting the floor of the tight capsule and making its way up until eventually, she was consumed by it. It wasn't a liked memory at all. She ate, eyes kept down on the bowl and being rather greedy today like the candies from yesterday hadn't been enough to satisfy her appetite. She looked up at Serene who looked at the third bowl and held hers at the girl in a gesture of offering it, wondering if Serene had enough to eat.
((OOC: ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 10:12 am
((Well I'm not sure about the science behind it, but I imagine by restricting Blood Flow in the body to cause paralysis, Hemo would also be restricting blood moving through the brain as well, and since Shadow has to consciously use his powers, I don't think he'd be capable of turning into a shadow to escape, but I think I'll let Aya give the final verdict.))
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 12:30 pm
Phoebe buried her face deeper under the blanket, her head ached painfully and the slightest noise echoed abnormally loud around her skull like a sadistic pin-ball taking great pleasure in her misery. Her mouth felt horribly dry but unusually sweet, a lot like icing. Had she gone out for someones birthday?
It didn't help that any memory of what had happened seemed fuzzy and every time she tried to recall it her stomach only churned at the hazy images her mind could muster. Groaning she groped at one of the pillows littering the bed and pulled it down to cover her ears, whining.
Thinking was apparently painful at….
With another low mumble Phoebe lifted her head trying to get a glance at her bedside clock, only to find that the little digital time box she depended on to wake her in the mornings was missing. Blinking she rubbed her eyes and stretched out a hand to run over the empty table surface. Maybe she knocked it over when staggering in?
On the plus side her shoulder was no longer painful but the skin around the wound felt taught like stretched paper and twitched uncomfortably each time she moved. Exactly how much alcohol had she drank before falling unconscious in, what she assumed, was her bed?
Confused (& hungover) the blue haired woman glanced down the side of the bed to try and locate her fallen clock only to be met with an expensive looking carpet. Either her friends had decided that her apartment needed a makeover or this wasn't her home at all. Pulling the sheets closer Phoebe sat up the room swaying in and out of focus.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 12:38 pm
Vincent slowly opened his eyes, feeling great. Seeing Phoebe before him, he slowly reached out and began to stroke her hair gently. "Good morning." He whispered softly to her as he wrapped his arms around her and drew her closer to himself.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 12:47 pm
Phoebe flinched as an arm snaked around her waste, pulling her back down from her already dazed sitting position.
"Good..morning..to you?..." Her reply was less of a cheerful morning greeting and more of a question. The blue haired hero was still trying to figure out were she was and the feeling of a hand running though her hair was distractingly relaxing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 12:55 pm
"Don't you remember me?" He asked gently, still stroking her hair. "You forgot the man you promised your first to over a game of chess? I'm a little sad."
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 1:10 pm
It would have been a comical sight for Vincent had he been looking at Phoebe's face. The young woman's jaw had fallen over as her eyes widened in shock.
'No' slowly last nights wager drifted back, previously hazy images flairing like vivid paintings before her eyes 'please tell me I didn't. oh no...oh no, oh no, oh no....' Grabbing the hand that was still stoking her hair Phoebe pushed it away "I...need to go to work...I have to...do..things"
As far as excuses went that was right up their with 'Sorry I'm washing my hair' but with her mind still scabbed by last nights unintentional drinking binge it was a miracle Phoebe could manage that.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 1:28 pm
"But that was only the third game, don't you remember? We played seven games." He smiled, letting her go and looking up at her with his devilish eyes.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 1:50 pm
"Shut up..." Fear turned to anger and humiliation as Phoebe finally gathered enough of her wit's to turn and face him. She felt sick, her stomach churned painfully as the urge to vomit became almost unbearable.
That smug smile, the relax manor in which he had been cuddling up to her, those green eyes that held nothing but pure amusement for her misery. At that moment she felt like a marionette, a doll that a board child would play with to waste a few hours of their time and then cast aside when they were done.
Shaking Phoebe sat up, her arm reacting on nothing more then rage filled impulse as it connected with Vincent's cheek. "you b*****d" The usual soft and cheerful tone of the woman's voice was with nothing but venom as she glared at the man lying so close by.
Her skin felt like it was crawling. How could she have been so stupid?
For once Phoebe had never been so glad to be wearing a strange mans shirt and as she pushed the covers back, hopping out of the bed she found it hard to resist the urge to turn around and smother the smug git with one of his own pillows.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 2:09 pm
Vincent frowned, rubbing his cheek. "I was thinking... about letting you go and forgetting about the rest. We were both drunk. But now I've changed my mind. You slapped me as if it's my fault that you shook on our bet. You will take responsibility for your loss, and I will make you pay me back in full." He replied with a threatening glance. "I'll let you go for now, but you will come back. If you don't, I will find you. Oh yes... and one more thing..." He muttered, lifting his hand and tapping her head as something in her brain moved. "Now you won't be able to tell anyone about me." He smiled.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 2:44 pm
Danica had the radio set to the morning news report as she sat at the table with her surrogate parents, Vera and Garth Lucian, for breakfast. Her spoonful of cereal stopped halfway to her mouth as a report on the Police Department fire of the night before, and her brow furrowed. An image flashed through her head, and the spoon clattered back into the bowl, splashing milk over the table. She hurried to clean it up, avoiding Vera's worried gaze. She didn't know whether the image had been a fragment of a dream or memory, but either way, she didn't want to think about it.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 2:55 pm
Pain. White hot pain engulfed Phoebe's senses and slipping out of the bed she staggered backwards, her teeth clenched as tears streamed down her face.
It lasted no longer then a few seconds but for hours after here would be a dull ache somewhere in the back of her head that no strength painkiller could alleviate.
Still shaking Phoebe met Vincent's glares with one of her own, glad that his cheek was stinging enough to at least wipe that disgustingly smug grin off his face "I'm warning you...come near me again"
There was a sickening crunch as Vincent's bedside lamp connected with the wall just above his head. Shards of glass bouncing off the wall and missing him with less then a centimetre to spare "...and my next shot wont miss"
Gathering up her own clothing articles Phoebe stormed from the room, dressing in the process. As of right now all the woman wanted to do was run. she wanted to lock herself away and never surface from her apartment again.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 4:57 pm
Soundscreech
The next morning, Zaine awoke, a scream surfacing in her throat, but in turn, not a noise of any kind emitted. It was as if she were voiceless. Zaine wrapped a feminine hand around her neck, humming until the sound emitted once again. She released and exhaled a breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding. Yesterday was a bit of a blur, though not remembering the details was alright. The female shoved the sheets back as she stood, going through her morning routine.
Upon finishing the shower she had taken, she had opened her closet and pulled out her attire, which was a pair of sunglasses, a pair of destroyed dark wash jeans, and a form fitting t shirt with a black cut off leather jacket. Her short hair was left down, though she carried a hair tie around her wrist in case she needed to be Soundscreech. She also carried around a black bag that could carry her mask and trench coat relatively easy under the occasion that she needed it.
After getting dressed, the female left to retrieve the head medicine that she never got the day prior. Zaine grabbed her wallet and exited the building. On her way to the drugstore, however, she noted a cafe was completely torn to pieces. The glass was shattered every which way and the furniture inside was knocked over and broken. Ignoring the obstacles, like police tape and a few straggling bystanders viewing the damage, the female managed to sneak into the currently empty building, viewing the damage toll.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:48 pm
As she stormed out the door, Vincent didn't move as if he was the doll. After hearing the front door slam, a smile grew on his face again. He would see her again. After all, when he wanted something, he got it. He himself got dressed and ready for work. There was many villainous things to do, whether as a civilian or behind the mask.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:11 pm
(( Our characters live within a world that defies normal physics and biology. Besides, I don't think he'd be able to speak either if he can't concentrate. I give Shadow the heads up c: ))
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