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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 11, 2009 2:40:19 GMT -5
Rogue sat on the roof of the building, looking over the city. Of course this was hardly very tall it's self and was actually dwarfed by the buildings around it, but it had a view of the city.
Heroes.
Even though the person named Maya had seemed reluctant to say the word it rung. There are no such things as heroes. They become only the enemy or dead in the end. The notion of a hero is something that humans should have eradicated from society and yet the idea still stuck with them.
Silly creatures of habit.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 11, 2009 2:58:14 GMT -5
"Deep in thought?" Doc asked from behind her. "Or just enjoying the view?" he smiled as he looked over the city. It was quite a site. More so from the taller skyscrapers. All those people, and most of them had no idea what really happened in the not so sparkling clean streets of the City of Angels.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 11, 2009 3:02:27 GMT -5
"A bit of both I'm afraid," she replied, not bothering to look back at him, hands at her side, hair blowing softly in the wind. Still the cooler nights did not faze her at all and tonight unlike most nights it almost bothered her that she even cared for that feeling. Being around humans again was making her care. That only caused problems.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 11, 2009 3:08:15 GMT -5
"Let me guess," he began, staning next to her. "Thinking of taking off? Getting to close, time to cut ties and vamoos? Get as far away as you can and start again?" He chuckled, looking out at the city. "Not cut out to be a hero?" He was gonna get Maya for saying that word. He was no hero. Definately not.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 11, 2009 3:14:02 GMT -5
"A hero is something I'm not. That is a human invention and a horrid one at that," she all but spat out. "I kill to live and I'm not ashamed of that. Most people find that monstrous. The fact I care means I've already been around for too long. Yes I know I could not feed on people. I could stop killing." She hardly knew what she was trying to convey. Oh how she hated this all. If she was smart she would have left as soon as the sun fell.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 11, 2009 3:24:48 GMT -5
Doc just chuckled again, looking out at the city.
"You think I'm a hero?" He asked. "Hero's die. Hero's go into the grave with unaccomplished dreams, a bent back from teh world on their shoulders and a feeling of failure. Hero's follow the letter of the law. Hero's certainly don't break into offices and buildings stealing information on someone that's probably dead. And they sure as hell don't contemplate just how to screw someone out of a deal," he looked at her. "But... you don't have to be a hero. Be yourself. You wanna go? I'll probably head off once Maya's source comes through with info. Been around long enough. But... what we did? That was out of the norm for me. Might even have left a mark. Same with me making... acqauintences. You really think leaving is just going to erase that?"
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 11, 2009 3:29:06 GMT -5
"Leaving a mark is not the problem, thats something I've done before and well do again," she replied shaking her head. "Once again you see only the problem on the surface and not the true issue." She got up, feet no longer dangling off the edge of the building. "It is pointless to wish to undo whats been done. Whats done is done." She stepped down off the edge of the building and walked past him.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 11, 2009 3:32:53 GMT -5
"Do I?" he whispered into the wind, watching her walk off. "I didn't mean marks you made. I meant marks made..." he looked up at the sky, the moon shining on the city as he thought about the people he had met in such a short time. "...on you..."
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 11, 2009 3:44:27 GMT -5
She stopped and sighed, touching a hand to her forehead. Her body wanted to move, continue walking away but her feet wouldn't obey. She hated feeling so human. It wasn't fair. Fair was not something she ever knew and for once she wished for that to change. She wasn't human. She was a vampire. She was a human trapped in a vampire's body.
"I bare many marks," she replied, that much was true. She bore every mark and remembered but nothing could change the current standings of things. "You are human, you should stay where you have the chance to do what you humans do." If she had the chance she probably would have loved to have lived a human's life. Forsake her slayer duties, who knows how many times she had thought to just leave all the slayer stuff behind her.
"This is pointless," she muttered.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 11, 2009 3:52:40 GMT -5
"Human? I guess," he said. "I forget sometimes. What is human? A family, friends? Growing up, watching cartoons on a Saturday instead of having a stubborn asshole of a drill instructor waking you up at 4:30am? Getting a kiss good night from your mum instead of falling into bed exhausted. I... can barely remember those days. Hero? Me? Hardly. Stay? Probably not. But..." he looked at her. "Do I WANT to go? I don't know. Ask me that next week, I might be able to give you a solid answer," he walked past her, heading back into the building.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 12, 2009 1:07:40 GMT -5
"You really are an idiot aren't you?" she replied watching him go to leave. "You keep trying to make yourself sound profound but you fail to do so." She had had enough of his trying to make a point and yet it always falls flat. "Would you act with some shred of normalcy? Act like yourself."
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Oct 12, 2009 1:33:48 GMT -5
"Act like myself?" He asked, the shrugged. "Okay."
And the mask of a normal human being vanished, revealing a cold, calculating look, emotionless, empty. "We're here for a reason," he stated simply. "The group of us gathered here, at the same time. Me getting hired by Jessy, meeting Maya and Kyler, meeting you. The point that Maya just so happens to live in the same building. You trying to tell me that's all coincidence," he walked inside, his stance far more confident, far more graceful than it had been previously. "You want to go? Fine. Go. But think of the consequences before you do. Because it might just put all of use in danger. Yourself included," and then he vanished insdie, but not before she saw the mask of normalcy come back on.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 12, 2009 1:48:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, you think this whole thing is funny!?" Great what the hell. She sighed vowing that one of these days she just might kill him.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Oct 12, 2009 12:31:21 GMT -5
(((Yo, feel free to ask me to delete this, but I just felt the UST needed cutting with one massive knife before the two of you explode. I call my knife Jessy)))
Midnight flights have never been the most sensible of persuits the night after a massive hunt when you really should be getting some sleep, but then I had never been one to be overly sensible. And besides, there was really nothing like flying. Metal birds had pretty much taken most of the fun out of it, except for bursts of turbulence, but flying solo, as a bird, winging it through a city of skyscrapers on currents of air and convection currents rising hot and fast... show me anything better and I'll die of happiness, I swear.
But it wasn't an aimless flight. I needed to learn the city, memorise it so that when I next needed help, I didn't fly past the building twice before finding it. Spotting Doc and Maya's apartment building I started a long swoop down, landing with a flutter at the edge. There was a moment when I wasn't bird or human, passing in the flutter of an eyelid, and then I was hopping off the parapet to the roof, smiling (and this I thought I'd never say) at the neighbourhood vampire.
"Having a spot of domestic truble?" I quipped, before noticing the tension in her shoulders. "Oooh, too soon to talk about domestic trouble? Sorry about that." I rocked on my heels for a second, the awkwardness in the air getting to me. They say that animals can pick high emotions up just as well as humans, so I was getting at least double. "So, I just wanted to come say thanks to the local heroes. For the other night, I mean. I was thinking some kind of food reward might be in order? Or maybe... soap?" Jeez, tough crowd.
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Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Oct 12, 2009 17:52:26 GMT -5
((lol, feel free. Twas just a random thread cause we had nothing better to do.))
She almost wanted to laugh but she bit the reaction back. No need to scare the poor shifter.
"He's just being an ass... again," she replied waving it off. "It was nothing," she said referring to the other night. "It was also very interesting to work in a group. Been many years since I've done things in a group."
Which was very true. Probably the root of her mental conflict. She hadn't had much experience with groups and hanging around with a bunch of mortals were softening her. Something she did not much care for.
"I don't smell do I?" she asked, only then realizing the soap comment. "I mean besides being dead."
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