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Post by Night and Akito on May 2, 2010 22:05:57 GMT -5
Night was headed home from a long and late shift as a Bartender/manager at the Moonlight Rose dance club and bar. “Sheesh, I said last call and that party of who knows how many still wouldn’t leave!” She sighed, irritated and exhausted. As she walked the dark street with broken street lights everywhere she got lost in her thoughts and when she found her way out of them and looked around she found herself lost down a very dark street where almost all of the lights were broken or flickering. “I am not where I should be…” Night heard something kick a can; there was no breeze or not one strong enough to move the irresponsibly disposed trash. She went to turn around and see who was behind her. There was a small but evil or cruel laugh then as she turned she saw out of the corner of her eye some blunt object and the lights went out; she fell to the grimy filthy ground.
“Ugh… mm… agh…” Night’s head moved side to side; she could feel her hands tied and suspended above her head; she opened her eyes but couldn’t see and felt something around her head, blind fold; sore neck and head, she was hit. “W-where am I? What’s going on?”
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Post by Tagg on May 5, 2010 21:44:24 GMT -5
OOC: Are you kidnapped?
Tagg twidled the knife between her hands, lazily. Over the past couple of months she had gotten used to her abused body and the trauma from the operations and abuse had finally begun wearing off. Had taken itself a while too.
She wrinkled her nose at the stench of bird kid, watching the pathetic little thing begin to wake up. It was good that she had been blindfolded and brought back to here because it caused disorientation. However, Tagg figured she would know she was in the lab because of the smell; it was unmistakable.
"Wake up." She barked harshly, slapping the chains that secured Night with a heavy stick she had found in the training yards earlier that morning. It would get put to good use, that was for certain.
The blood lust only at the back of Tagg's mind today, for once. She felt sick and tired because it was evening. Even recovered so much, she still felt best in the mornings. A fuzzy headache pounded behind her eyes and she knew she had racoon rings around them. Her usually decent hair was just tied back and slightly messy today; she just hadn't given that much of a damn.
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Post by Night and Akito on May 7, 2010 15:10:04 GMT -5
"Who are you and what do you want?!" Night was angry and even if she was disoriented she was not going to let attitute be used against her after being birdnapped.
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Post by Tagg on May 7, 2010 21:41:24 GMT -5
Tagg giggled.
"Who do you think it is, stupid chicken?" She had met Night a few times before but had not really ever talked unless it was to trade insults. Unlike that traitor. Her stomach clenched at the thought of her former leader, alpha male, who she now hated with every fiber of her questionably existing soul.
This girl could show all the attitude she wanted but Tagg had the upper hand here. Tagg didn't give a damn if the little feathered freak thought she could play it cool or be strong. Here in her territory, nobody gave a flying flip about your pain endurance, especially if you were a prisoner.
Now amused, Tagg used the stick to wack Night across the ankles; hitting the knob squarely with a resounding "crack". Not enough to break it but it would certainly leave a bruise.
"Still confused?"
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Post by Night and Akito on May 8, 2010 17:57:31 GMT -5
Night flinched and crindged at the pain but didn't give the girl that Fox spoke of before, that she had run into a few times, Tagg or something. "Right," Night started to ignore the pain a bit more. "You're that cranky female mutt, no, wait, bitch I believe is the proper term. Can I go now?"
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Post by Tagg on May 8, 2010 18:34:42 GMT -5
Tagg's grin widened. That hadn't been the first time she had been called a bitch before; far from it.
"That is alpha bitch to you, honey." She smiled silkily while ignoring the other question. It was too stupid for her to even consider. Well hell yeah she would just find it in the bottom of her heart to release the chikadee out of pity and the goodness of her heart. HA.
Tagg walked, swinging the stick non-chalantly. "Hmmmmmm.... shall we try some good old fashioned Thai Massaging?" With that she swung the stick and hit Night in the arch of the back, square below the shoulder blades with a fleshy "whap!".
ooc- After this page you can get saved by whomever else.
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Post by Night and Akito on May 11, 2010 21:26:24 GMT -5
Night bit her lip holding back a scream; she wasn't sure which was more painful: the waiting of the next hit, her sense being out and disoreinted, not knowing anything other than the fact of who was here but not knowing if there were others or the physical pain administered to her body... or the fact no one would come for her. Who would? Who would come and save her? Who and why? Why, if anyone were to come for her, why? What possible reason could they have to come get her?
Night mused herself with these questions and thoughts to distract from not knowing. Hoping some deep thoughts would help her senses get back up.
There's Fox: I think I teased him to the point he wants nothing to do with me. There's Derek: The hell if I know where he is and we don't really know each other that well. There's Nate: He was actually too mysterious for me to know what he would do, in fact it seemed more like he was going to capture me just like Tagg. No one knows what hapened to that Kaila, or many, many others. Why is it that the majority of names that came to mind are guys and erasers. There really isn't anyone who would come for me. No one.
God, though she would never admit it or tell anyone torture was nothing new but it hurt everytime. She wanted someone to save her, to show her she was vunerable but not weak, that she could survive but could still trust, she wanted someone to love her, or at least care. Hell if it meant being with someone and not be hurt she would buy an island anything for some small place of peace to relax until she could figure a plan to end this useless and pointless war.
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Post by Tagg on May 14, 2010 22:18:25 GMT -5
Tagg's face was lit up by a bright smile but her eyes were cold, gleaming with something that was more than likely a hint of insanity. Then again, most of the erasers were at least a tiny bit insane.
Tagg's shape shimmered; she was having trouble holding the human one since she was not particularily focussed on it right then. With a flick of the wrist, she hooked the stick under the blindfold and tossed it away before dropping the stick and momentarily falling into her huge, black wolf form.
A horrible gurgling snarl emitted from her throat, her eyes still cold but her maul drawn back in the merthiless smile as she circled, getting closer.
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Post by Night and Akito on May 14, 2010 22:24:51 GMT -5
Night wasn't going to give in no matter how much the thought of not having a knight in shinning armor or even fur was going to rescue her. "Let me guess you're mimicing a vulcur, well the best you can since you can't fly and you're a mutt." At least edging her on would distract Night's mind from the lack of rescue and would hopefully hasten the enevitable and she would die soon. It's not like anyone was alive that would actually miss her.
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Post by Tagg on May 21, 2010 8:16:50 GMT -5
Night's insults were really tickling Tagg's peach. She shimmered slightly, her human form looking almost like a halograph before she dropped back into the more solid form. Her teeth were bared in an eerie smile and she allowed her dark wings that blended so easily with her fur to relax a little and become more visible. They had worked on her a lot those months ago and even if she had had wings since the beginning, they were now "new and improved". They also caused her less pain and she had the muscle mass to be able to work them easily.
In a flash so fast that no human could have seen, Tagg lunged and snapped and then backed off. She had not bitten the chikadee very deeply but she had drawn blood, which she could taste and smell on her mowl.
A rumbling snarl that could have been a grizzly bear's purr showed her affinity for it.
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Post by Night and Akito on Jun 12, 2010 12:28:03 GMT -5
you do know what "tickling so-and-so's peach" really means right?
Nights lip leaked out ruby droplets full of pain from biting her own lip to keep back the screams of agony as other parts of her were being gnawed at by the other in the area.
Kamisama, please. Please send someone! Please anyone! Please! Night couldn't understand what was wrong it didn't hurt that much. She's had far worst. Hell this itself was bound to get worst. But it has been far too long since Night had a reason to live. She didn't know where Fox was; not that he would probably want to see her. She wasn't sure about any of the people she thought might save her were becoming doubts. She felt weak; weak of mind, of body, of spirit. She felt like maybe if she were the damsel in distress she might feel alive like someone wanted her to live and be safe.
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