Topic: ...but you don't really care for music, do you?

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-07 08:30 EST
Baby blue clouds stared at the gate, "This is place?" the Russian asked in a whisper's shroud, peering down at the holstered gun strapped to her thigh. The black party dress the woman wore was off-putting due to the climate and small frame of the woman. Wind buffeted loose blonde tresses to cover those strong features. "I am ready when you are?" The Russian whispered as the spent filter was cast away through the courtesy of a flicking wrist. "But once is over" You owe me carton of cigarettes." Copious lips allowed the soft, broken words to trail off for his listening pleasure. Perhaps it was because she was doing the man a huge favor, or perhaps it was because Clyde had already bummed like two packs from the little Rogue. A backpack was passed over to him. "Here, just make sure you're having this" If I transform, I'll be needing clothes."

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-07 08:48 EST
Nods dispelled the woman's questions; yes he was ready, and yes this was the place—-though a sidelong crook of the ruffian's head, along with questioning brows, finds a problem with this cigarette-debt. "Ya'," he lies, attention's turned towards the large gates. "Whole carton. No problem."

Clyde was no image of himself this evening; the throttled leather jacket had been left out, instead opting for a functional (though strikingly ugly) olive trenchcoat. The pockets were littered with spare magazines; no one would be spared lead this night, not. a. one. The rest of the boy's assembly followed the script: blue denim, black chucks, sour face.

A curious gaze; "I thought you said you could transform at-will? So, the way I see it, if you so choose to do so, then you can run around naked."

The boy had been lumbering around a rather large case for the entirety of their walk to the gates, leaning now, he lends its weight to the sidewalk.

He grins while kneeling to unfasten the locks.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-07 08:54 EST
A glare was cut for the man, showing pointed canines and a crinkled, perfectly scaled nose. "If I'm going to be helping, you will be carrying around clothes....Lead way," words accompanied with a gentle hand gesture toward the gate. Holstered pistol was drawn and taken into two careful hands. Booted feet took a few steps back to allow him to take the lead. Shaking her head rapidly, to throw the curls to one side. "I am ready to shoot the people. Let's move."

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-07 09:11 EST
"Well," Clyde strains, the latches on his case secured tighter than anticipated, "You'd better be a hell of a shot, because you might as well be flickin' peas, goin' in there with just that....I got a little present from an old friend." The boy waggles his tongue, eyes large and weird to praise his gift. It's no surprise that there's a gun in the case, probably something Natalia had figured the minute they'd met up. But lo—-it's a nasty looking rifle, and Clyde's smile is dangerouly entalged with love for the weapon.

"Masada!" he sings, trying on some stupid accent he felt to fit the weapon's name. The rifle's bits fit together almost too easily—-toys were more complicated than the builds of these modern, heavy-plastic iron barkers. The barrel is long; a thirty-round banana magazine juts from just outside the trigger-guard's housing—-'too' excited is what his face reads.

"Okay," he grins, yanking on the reciever, loading a cartrige into the hefty weapon's barrel.

"Get behind me. I won't lie....my plan is to simply run in there and shoot everything....but I don't think you're one to disagree with a plan like that, 'eh?" Grinning over his shoulder.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-07 09:19 EST
"I am excellent shot." Natalia said bluntly, looking at her gun with a tilt of her head"thoughtful as ever in her glance"and then smiled. "Is all I need," the Russian told him. "I am right behind you? Go. I am not having all night.? The foreign rogue spoke her broken tongue to the man and gave him a light shrug between his shoulder blades. Not that she had any plans for the night, but it was nice to pretend. Now, wasn't it' The lithe, blonde dream smirked at the man, copious lips moving to blow a thick chunk of bangs from her face.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-07 09:47 EST
"Whatever," whispering with a cant-of-head while he eases open the gate, cautiously eyeing the lawn divided in orange bands of evening sun, "Fck'n Russki." Canvased feet softly draw upon the cobblestone path that feeds directly to the main set of doors to the man's grisly mansion. The sight of it sickened him; the excess that emerald demon had grown fat in—-though never 'men of the people', Clyde and Gamble had always taken stands against the one-percenters; those so obese in wealth they dine on plates that surpass the cost of the food that rots upon them hundreds-of-fold.

But the morale-outrage would be quelled with a smattering of strict brow and tight eyes, as two lowly guardsmen are spied reclining against the doors. Suddenly his gun-ho philosophy is outted; contrasted to the cost of waking the whole neighboorhood, Clyde crouches and follows the hedgerows that splay the peremiter of Gamble's yard.

"Let's get inside before we start blowin' shy't up, ya' think?" The boy's eyes ask a serious question, seeking feedback from the dapper Russian.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-07 09:56 EST
Get inside" Natalia could do that blindfolded with one hand tied behind her back....Then again, she never really gave lockpicking using only her teeth a fair chance...."You wanting me to kick door in, or pick lock" Or maybe there's no lock?" The Russian mumbled, either way, she crouched low to the ground and began to walk across the yard, feet moving in a heel-to-toe fashion and not so much as crunching a single leaf beneath meager, but suitable weight. Not a single sound was made from the rogue as she cleared the yard and made it successfully to the porch, tucking that small frame out of sight'save for the glance she shot in Clyde's direction. It was something that spoke the words: How are you liking me now?

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-07 10:05 EST
Clyde's concern was picking a gunfight outdoors—-the tight corridors of the home would prove advantageous to Clyde and 'Talia, as their larger numbers would muddy their response and tactics.

Their obsticle is the two men standing watch upon the terrace—-they needed to go, and needed to go silently. Clyde dispatches a quirky smirk, amused, if nothing else, with Natalia's sneaking abilities. His chin indicates the two men on the porch—-it was her time to shine, the boy draws a pinky across his throat, indicating a call for the men's lives.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-07 10:13 EST
The Russian gave a soft nod, holstering her gun and reaching into her boot to feel around for the handle of a blade. The girl stumbled out in front of the men, playing the drunken, helpless role for a moment. Darkened baby blues dragged over the two men, lazy as ever. "Oh, forgive me" I am not knowing where" Wha" I have had so many drinks?? The Russian mumbled, leaning forward and showing off just a tad of cleavage. The girl pretended to stumble, but instead moved to drag the knife from her boot. The first was an attempt to slit the man's throat, a quick motion, and had it landed; the Russian would be stabbing the second one right in the neck.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-07 10:22 EST
Sulfur lights in surprise, brows-along—-gruesome, but lovely in its simplicit effectiveness. Clyde had been crouched with eyes down the sights of his rifle, trained on the men should she had failed; the barrel lowers and the boy grins, quickly finding footing to jog across the lawn.

"Bravo," he grins, leveling a pitiful eye across the bleeding victims. His head swats at the door.

"Shall we, babooshka?"

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-07 10:27 EST
There was a slight bow for the man's words, but no pity for the guards.....The way she saw it, they knew what they were risking the moment they took the job....Why waste a perfectly good spot in the pit of stomach on them' Natalia moved for the handle, testing it. Of course, it was unlocked. Who needed locks with armed guards" Answer" Nobody. The woman pushed the door open and then side-stepped to clear the path for Clyde and his rifle. "Like I was saying, lead the way..." The Russian mumbled softly, and drew her weapon.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-07 10:55 EST
Clyde nods, sarcasms aside. Taking a long step over the corpses, the poor boy nears the entrance, and snakes a glance indoors. From here is a lavish common area that seems to divide into seperate hallways, leading God-knows-where. It was going to be a momumental task to find the man and his Lillith, but not a thing in the world would deter the orphan at this point. The nose of the rifle serves as his guide as he pokes through the door, swinging the weapon to both flanks as he does, affectively hosting a 'coast is clear' with his right hand afterwards. Clyde smirks.

"From here," voice low, eyes meeting her blue junctions, "Your guess is-as-good-as-mine, Miss 'Talia."

Clyde creeps towards the end of the room, the left-end that splits to the first-choice hallway—-part of him wanted to ask her to split-off and divide the house by taking the right-wing, but she may need his rifle, and he her rogue'ish delights.

"Stay alert," he stupidly imparts, as if she'd been napping.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-08 07:24 EST
The Russian rogue glared through him, accompanying the gesture with a roll of hardened baby blues. "You worry about self....I got my ass." Part of her wanted to look back at her tail-end and sigh at what wasn't there. Natalia just waited for that exact remark from the crude scamp. Baby blues drifted to each end of the divider. "Alright, which are you wanting to take? Go with gut....If I see big scary man, I will hide. Let you get to him. Unless he shoots, then he may lose arm..." Words were so thoughtless, and filled with innocence even through the harshness of the accent that spilled through salmon lips.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 07:46 EST
Clyde's face is apart in query—sometimes he gets lost in the girl's hard verbals. Assembling the lines, the boy flips his head towards the left-end of the room. "Gut says right—so we go left." Clyde inflates a cheesey grin approaching the hall, and once-more uses the bulky rifle to nose-around the corner.

His eyes follow and explode in the shock of what?s witnessed—-two guards that had been on their way to the front doors, both now gestured in surprise, hands fumbling at their hips to draw pistols.

The smattering of the gas-operated lead-pisser ends their search and lives alike, the automatic sketching its will into their chests, punching-out several large holes a-piece through their backs. The barrel smolders, the shells jingle at his feet, and their bodies crumple to the floor without the slightest semblance of soul. Clyde swings his head over his shoulder to gift the girl at his back a funny look.

"If they didn't know we were here before, they sure as hell do now!"

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-08 07:52 EST
Natalia uttered some laughter to his words, perhaps a girlish titter to soften out the harshness of her usual speech. "Is....looking that way..." Those words accompanied with a nod that quaked curls and sent them tumbling down shoulders. "Mm....Let's keep moving..." The Russian said, wasting no time in her persuit to find the girl. "It would be unfortunate if girl died while you're making joke." Very unfortunate indeed....Still, there wasn't any ill-intent for the man in those broken words, and perhaps even; there was concern.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-08 07:58 EST
As the two came down the hall, they came across a woman turning the corner and freezing the moment she saw the unruly pair. One that neither of them would recognize. Unarmed, and dressed as if she'd been a common civilian, the woman immediately through her arms in the air. "Please, don't shoot!" Recognizing them both as intruders. They're probably here for the girl...I don't know why they had to keep bringing that little brat back each time she escaped... "Please, my name is Jane....I can help you, just...Please, don't kill me...I don't have any weapons." The girl wasn't homely, nor was she ugly—just something nobody would look twice at. Plain Jane, Gamble called her....A nickname that hurt just as much as it stuck with the rest of the crew.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 08:10 EST
Blistered in surprise, the boy's fingers rattle within the trigger guard, startled in the intrusion. Despite the woman's obvious lack of lethality, Clyde does not retract the sights of his rifle from the girl. With the stock burried into his shoulder, he approaches cautiously, stern eyes imparted. "Yeah' Well Janie," ten seconds with the girl, and already a nickname, "I wonder what exactly you could help us with?....we're just here to check the pipes," hard as it was, Clyde keeps a smile off his face, the barrel of his weapon only inches from the girl's nose.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-08 08:16 EST
Janie, huh? The girl's sarcasm only unleashed within that plain little head of hers. Better than Plain Jane, I suppose... Still, even with all that sarcasm unbridled in her head, she managed to keep a horrified expression on her face. Dark green eyes going crossed to stare at the barrel. "I thought you were here for the girl that Gamble brough—never mind..." The woman cut herself there, reminding herself to not speak too much, without being prompted. "I don't know anything about pipes, but I can surely get out of your way..."

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-08 08:22 EST
There hadn't been much for the rogue wolf to do in this situation....Killing the girl, would be one hundred and ten percent Clyde's call. The Russian wouldn't stop him, but to pull the trigger on an unarmed being? That was against what little bit of a moral code the woman possessed. "Is your call....I am not pulling trigger." The accented woman spoke softly, lowering her gun from the woman's face. It was something she'd have to admit....When the little thing came rounding the corner, she was seconds away from putting a slug in her head.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 08:29 EST
The boy's head strangly slants, looking over their captive, top-to-bottom—as if judging her fit to live. Natalia's words go without merit as he continues to play with the girl.

"Maybe we are, maybe we're here for the fck'n pipes." Stern without reason, Clyde scowls through the words, his head snaking out as far as his neck will allow to properly gauge this Plain Jane. He smirks, thinking that would probably be a great nickname for her. Without cause, his stance disarms, the weapon lowered, his eyes softly mute as a grin appears. Whipping his head around, "What ya' think, Stalin?" Stratigically misplacing the Russian's name—-he didn't trust this girl, and should they both walk out alive, he'd rather they not know too much about Natalia—-a gift he would never admit to giving.

"Okay then," flickering a kind glance, eyes happily wrinkling, "Tell me what ya' know, Janie."

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-08 08:38 EST
Clyde doesn't trust her? It would have hurt, if she planned on giving in any reason to....She didn't! She was as ice-cold as Gamble and just as able to put up a front. And then the beans were spilled. "I know that he was keeping her in the her room, with a guard posted outside....But she escaped too many times...Through the vents, knocked out guards....The girl was causing too many problems for him.." Pause for a dramatic effect; or perhaps to kill Clyde a little bit inside. "...So now she's staying in his room....It's down the hall and to your left....You can't miss it." The woman said, backing up a bit to press her back against the wall. Perhaps she'd seen it too much with Gamble....People getting shot after their usefulness runs dry.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 08:55 EST
Even the blind could spy the terror in his eye. Gamble's room' Telling him she was chained up in a dungeon, or locked in a cage dangling from the roof would have read better to his ears. Knocking passed the girl, his shoulder meeting her own due to the hallway's constraints, Clyde wouldn't waste another second.

His feet skid, body lurching forward from the sudden-stop. The boy puts on something friendly, though his face still a dire place. "How long has it been since you've seen her" Was she hurt at all" And where the hell is Gamble's room again?" Clyde's machingun-mouth is left open, awaiting the timely responses.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-08 09:00 EST
The woman raised a questionable brow in her features, "Hurt' I don't....I mean...a few bruises, not really bleeding...much..." The woman said, peering up at him through a horror-stricken expression. "Down the hall, to your left!" The girl repeated. Is this moron daft? The plain Jane looked over at the accented woman, who seemed to have no guard up....Oh how easy it would have been for her to take that pretty thing out....Then again, cards must be played right....The girl knew that. Lead them to Gamble, let him take care of them...

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 09:15 EST
Softly, Clyde lends his trench-coated back to the wall, now standing right aside their captive. Reflecting on what lead to this point—-the deceit, the blood—-had he made the right choice by dragging Lil back into his life" What had he truely spared her" What had he to give" The emotion's that tether them together are as authentic as any—-and it's this that unhinges the clause; this that makes it all okay. Clyde wasn't innocent, surely; but Gamble's wrath is excessive to a maddening point, and although pieces of him yearn to hesitate, the sulfur-eyed ruffian knows a conclusion to one of their lives is the only path to resolution, and a future for their Lillith.

"Okay. Thank you....tell me, do you perhaps have a set of keys to this place?" Mischeif-abound, his eyes now finding Natalia's.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-08 09:23 EST
"Keys?" Playing dumb for a moment—because one should have to play such a part. "Oooh....keys....Yeah, I have a set....Secretary has to have one, doesn't she" Where did I put those?" Digging around the folds of her clothing, careful not to expose her weapon to the pair. Soon, the soft sheen glimmer of keys was produced coupled with a loud jingle. "Glad to help....I'm beginning to think working here was a dumb idea....I just hope Gamble doesn't kill me..." Role played so expertly, as the woman hands over the keys and plays the obedient little girl for the moment. She'd watch them run off, and would be moments behind.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-08 09:25 EST
Natalia, watching Clyde have a little too much fun, and then watching it get ripped from him the moment that Lilly came into the topic....The little hellion really loved that woman...didn't he? Part of Natalia's heart—what little pieces lay with in her chest—poured out to Clyde. Still, the smirk was returned with a fang-laced one of her own. The smirk only widened when the woman produced the keys—but still, it took a lot out of her to pry eyes away from the assumed damsel....Something was off about her....Something she was not yet able to place her finger on. Time was running out. They had to move.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 09:31 EST
Clyde snatches the keys—for a moment, his mind is set upon locking the girl up, for such a practice would prove safe beyond all reasonable doubts—-but his mind is elsewhere as he absently slips the key-ring into his pocket. "Janie," he leaves, saluting the plain damsel off with a flick of the wrist, " 'Been a pleasure. And I would get the hell out of here while you can....but I wouldn't be worried about Gamble. Be worried about me." A strict glare posts his point as he and Natalia would leave the girl where she stands, jogging off according to her directions to Gamble's door.

Keeping low until their destination is reached, Clyde throws his hand up to signal Natalia to halt. Two regal double-doors thatched with intricate wood-work—-if it wasn't Gamble's room, than they'd come to the wrong damn house. The rug squeaks as the boy rises, that coat, weighted by the plethora of ammunition he'd amassed in each pocket, scantly flows as he does. Broad, strong hands examine the muzzle of his hefty weapon—-the last job' The last time he'd need to be scurrying along hedgerows, busting through doors and killing people" There would be no sentiments lost in such a resolution—-he'd get a job bussing tables or stocking shelves—-whatever he could, to dirty his hands no longer.

Clyde presses his back to the doorframe and slides his eyes to Natalia. "Alright," a singular word, but an infinity is held hostage in it, "This is it....I'm going in alone. Stay outside and keep watch, got it?"

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-08 21:28 EST
The woman held a soft stare at the woman. "You go get girl....Nobody will get passed me." Those darkened baby blues scanned the area, humanoid (at least for the moment) ears scanned around for any sort of sound from the hallway. Nothing....Either there was nobody around, one somebody was a better rogue than even her. That was a scary thought, seeing as how she made it in and out of Russia without so much as a single picture being taken....Of course, she was suspected, it would cause problems for her later.

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-08 22:19 EST
"That's usually my line." Inaudible steps carry Jack towards the pair; an unholy contradiction to his size, the man was enormous, comfortably over six-foot-five and built like an eighteen-wheeler. Gamble's hulking captain of the guard slowly strides, leather overcoat swining behind, sunglassed-eyes piercing through their tint, mouth but-a-line. His final step misses a beat, stopping mid-stride. Nostrils flare, brows rise like black rainbows over dying suns. "Mmm." The smile our beast cuts is so unnatural, so flagrent, it wasn't hard to see the literal pain it sent to his head. "What a bore my time here has been. Will you change that?" The question's direction would be no mystery to the woman of similarly-cursed blood.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 22:27 EST
Jack's words hit the boy like lightning, the strike to his feet likening the said phenomenon. Rifle raised, the anger that riots his face is but-a-mask for the terror dissolving his blood—-this man was a literal fck'n beast...funny how Clyde couldn't know just how beastly he was? Shifty eyes gather Gamble's Captain before they're tossed to 'Talia, then back-again. "What the hell are you talkin' about...think the steroids ate-away the last brain-cell, what a shame." Being just a breath-over six-foot, Clyde felt asphyxiated in this man's shadow and hesitant to pull the trigger—as if hypnotized by his strength.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-08 22:34 EST
Natalia heard words, but had not stopped facing Clyde. Spinning around was a sign of fear—weakness—and she would not grant him that satisfaction. The rogue sniffed the air, and then showed something of a smirk on those hardened features. Her teeth were now triangular, jagged and deadly, eyes were brighter than ever, and hands soon became clawed. Her holster was unfastined from thigh, and the woman let it drop to the ground. "You go get girl....I got this son of bitch..." The Russian said softly, before spinning around like a dancer. "Is you're funeral..."

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 23:04 EST
Keeping sights trained in some...area of the man's seemingly endless frame of muscle, Clyde delivers a look of inquisitive brows, "You sure?" Eyes expand-further in reverence of her subtle changes. "A-uhh...." Yeah—-she's got this. Trying on some toughness, Clyde glares at her opponent, nodding a you're gon' get it, boy!, eyes slide to Natalia, just to tell him where he was gon' get it from! For his own scarce confidence, he keeps the muzzle pointed until his body is completely concealed within the double-doors that feed into the first of two lavish rooms that compose Gamble's quarters. There's static in the boys ears, every node and artery-junction seemed to scream in unison, leaping from his guts and into his ears as he approached the final set of doors to the emerald-eyed demon's bedroom—-and a sicker-realization unties his lips as he finds the screams to be seeping from under the door, and not from his body.

Not sparing a second to check on a lock, Clyde rams the stock of his rifle into the door, splintering the latch and thrusting it ajar, such a masterful mess of noise and emotion. Yellow eyes aren't surprised to see what they see....the sounds from outside the door told the story accurately enough. The finger employed the stroke the weapon's trigger threatens to do so as he sees the pair stuck together.

Clyde smiles. He finds the work-of-the-world humorous, its angles imperfect in justice, but razored in sarcasm—-all the self-loathing, all the preperation and killing—-and this is what?s found" His woman, his love, pinnned to the bed, entangled with the person he hates most in the world"

Some jokes were cruel..

But then there's this.

"What's up guys?" Clyde snaps-back the reciever, siginifying the typical shlick! of a loaded chamber. The boy's face is bit in a rancorous fever, stuck in some hell's-hell.

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-08 23:22 EST
Jack watches the boy cross into the chamber of the man he'd sworn to protect. He wasn't worried; despite gifted blood, Jack found himself often creeped-out by his employer, just like Gamble's mortal brethren. The giant removes those sunglasses, in his hands they seem crafted for an infant in contrast to his powerful mitts. Beneath, eyes of old copper barely gleam, barely instruct life, softly rust in his head. A sadness, or a madness" These tales for another day.

"Come, Gold-hair. Take me from this place." Jack's deep voice cracks with the mysticisms of age—-excited to witness the girl's truest form. No signs of his lineage sign-through just yet, despite the six-point, thoroughly feral stance he takes; one hand holding him up, chin-raised, knees-bent—-nearly a sprinters mark.





-:Under the covers....:-

The rustling of sheets and throttling of headboard; sounds of the coveted deeds. Upon the fireworks of splintered-wood and sulfur, Gamble's body twists like a serpent, sparing Clyde no looks, instead opting for the revolver he'd-known to always be stationed on his nightstand—-but not this night—-all the rustling and love-making must had shaken it from the stand's-face, for his palm smacks nothing but brown-stained maple.

Gamble smiles. "Bravo, young Clyde," seafoam shores lap at the boy like breaking tides; serenity, confidence.

"With my pants down. Hah. Laugh at that, will you?"

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-08 23:28 EST
There was a certain scoff from her lips, something of untamed fury. Hair was beginning to blow and buffet in some non-existant wind. "Hmmph....Like I said, is you're funeral!" The Russian barked before taking the straps of her dress and letting it all but fall off of her cureveless form. Before any sight was granted to any prying eyes, Natalia was in the air transforming in less than the blink of an eye. A soft snarl rang from her nostrils as she moved in for him. The Russian wasn't one to beat around the bush, she had every intention of tearing out the man's throat right then, and there.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-08 23:35 EST
Lilly, too calmly, too immodest to be normal, sat up from the sheets with no attempt to cover her body. Her face a portrait of bruises and batter, a throat that had finger shaped bruises around it, she smiled stupidly at him. "Heeeeey, Clyde! I missed you soooo much!" No hairstyle would have been more fitting than her wild, blondish locks that curled and kinked all around her battered face. The girl sputtered laughter, perhaps at some unknown joke that had played over in her head as she flopped back down to the mattress.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-08 23:47 EST
"Shut the hell up! Both of you!" The rage that suffocates the boy's thinking blinds him to Lil's wounds and more-than-obvious doping. Hands extend, the barrel nosing between the pair, threatening them both with a shower of lead. Teeth bare-upon either row, cheeks flash, cinder, shudder in the sneered expression. Only the most minute of increments are between the trigger and an explosion of chattering muzzle—-it's then that Lil's bruises are taken into account. Disarming with a plea, Clyde lowers the barrel only slightly.

"What....what the hell did you do to her, Gamble?"

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-09 00:01 EST
Gamble stupidly blinks at the question, sliding large, questioning eyes between he and Lil, trying to find the problem Clyde speaks of. A smile splits into his cheek. "She apparantly likes it rough. That right, my little doll?" The hellion runs sickly-long fingers through her roughed scalp, doing what they can to quell the riotous threads.

"Why are you so dramatic?" A thin glare dissects Clyde at the bit. "So shut the f*ck up and leave, or shoot. Your hesitation bores me." Luck provides a yawn for the man as he finds the cigar case that had survived the rocking nightstand, pops it open, fits one to lip and lights a match, the surly flame illumnating the cold strokes of green-iron in his eyes.

-: ——- :-

Jack leaves his stance, excessively powerful arms propel him backwards, and by the time he'd landed, they'd become excessively powerful claws. His image while in this form could add chapters to terror; he's just as massive, if not more-so in this form—-a war wages upon his pelt, browns and blacks, all meeting at those listless copper eyes. His jaw breaks to bellow a haunting howl; strings of foamy saliva leave the deadly maw as he back-peddles on all-fours, awaiting the fawn's next move.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-09 00:07 EST
Natalia froze for a moment, the man dwarfed her in this form—which was pretty useless at hiding unless there was snow littering the area....There wasn't. Those blue mercury eyes scanned him over and she barred those sharp, dangerous fangs. A long, bushy tail swished with annoyance as she watched his every move. Attempting to circle around him in the narrowness of the hall.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-09 00:11 EST
Lilly's eyes rolling in their sockets, took Clyde into her chocolate vision. She gave him a dazed smile, and let her head roll back as Gamble's fingers went through those clean yet unkempt locks of mane. Wait, he was asking her a question, wasn't he? The inability to focus affected her, brain cells rotting beneath the temporary effects of the substance. Nodding her little head without realizing what she had been agreeing to, the woman spoke. "Okay..." Those eyes rolled into the concealment of lid and lash and the woman nuzzled the pillow.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-09 02:41 EST
Enough had, truely, been enough. There is a carnage left strewn in the boys eyes; the bloody streamers of fleeting sensitivities, of draining morality. Constantly in the awful shade of Gamble's wrath, Clyde recognized these feelings, but to them comes a tip-of-the-hat and a wink of the eye. He smiles, rocking the muzzle of his rifle to the left. "Go. Get up."

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-09 02:43 EST
Gamble's face is arrested in offense at the boy's order. Gamble's match is lead to the tip of his cigar. "Get up," he repeats, not breaking eye-contact as smoke floods his head.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-09 02:52 EST
Stomping over to the foot of their bed, Clyde draws back his arm before firing it forward like a mighty piston. "Rhhggaa!" Audio's translation of desperate fury. The rifle's stock strikes Gamble across the face, the force jeapordizes his station upon the bed, fierce momentum gained from the blow, his head thrusted towards the nightstand where it promptly collides. The evil inherited upon briding lips, and squinted eyes, emboss the green-eyed man, rifle gestured towards his head. "Get. The. F*ck. Up."

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-09 02:57 EST
Lilly chimed in, a drunken slur of words. "Up! Uppity up! Up, up, up!" Those mocha eyes rolled around in her sockets. Oh wait, was that directed at her" "Sorry!" The woman yelped lightly, stepping from the covers and stumbling on two dainty feet, bare legs were just as bruised as the rest of her" Then again, that one wasn't Gamble's fault. She fell through the vent on her own. And soon, her pale little knees would acquire more bruising as she took to them off-balance as ever. "Spinnneh!" Chuckling after she spoke. "You spin me right round, babeh! Like a record?" Lilly sang, looking up to Clyde from hands and knees with the proudest grin ever. The lyrics trailed off as she forgot them, but it was the thought that counted, right' The pure disregard for danger, and total lack of seriousness" "Hey' Use your words, not your gun, mister!" Waggling her finger at Clyde as she spoke. The sudden action caused her to topple off balance once more, and the creature rolled on her back. "Heee!?

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-09 03:00 EST
Was that fear inscribed across our Gamble's face? A horror lives there, in the folds of green and white, marveled by the boy's attack. Knuckles spoon-up the red flood immodestly draining from torn lips. "Mmghn..." Gamble's lips part to spit-out a putrid flak of blood, tooth and tongue. "F*ck you Clyde," he whispers, continually collecting himself.

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-09 03:10 EST
Jack's tail mimics the sway, but its size, along with unruley bushals of brown, weigh it, slowing the flick. A feral tenacity instructs the lumbering wolf to barrel-forward, barking while he strides, each horrible note accompanied by hot breath and moisture. Jack's huge claw is lifted, armed back, then jettisoned towards Natalia. It was a crushing blow, but Jack had made a critical mistake in engaging the more petite wolf in the corridor; from side-to-side, his arms nearly touch the wall—-so no mobility to spare. The commanding strength of the man makes his attacks all-that-much slower as well.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-09 03:16 EST
Natalia dipped her body down allowing his attack to hit her flank, claws tore at her hind leg. There was no yelp spared for the man, for she had already sprung away. If there was one thing the Russian knew how to take, it was pain. Fangs barred, jaws snapping, the little wolf, without much of a limp tore forwards, mouth wide in an attempt to catch him by the scruff and hang there. If it landed, the rogue would be tearing at his flesh with sharpened fangs. Sticky vital stained her snow fur crimson and the smell of blood, though it was her own essence, aroused her most primal urges....The werewolf wanted a taste of his.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-09 03:18 EST
Clyde couldn't be sure if the battered bastard had spied his revolver, as it sat only a foot-or-so away from him upon the floor. Awarding sensibility, the boy snatches Gamble by the neck, takes him to his feet and shoves him forward.

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-09 03:22 EST
The victimized man stumbles into his vanity, matters mulitplying as his hands smack the wooded-face, only to find dozens of bits of vase and glass to impale his palms—-the lust had lazied him, thus the counter had never been swept of Lilly's mess. "Ahnn! God DAMN it!" Martyred hands shake in pain, eyes watered in the surprising agony of the shards that shred his flesh. Furious eyes compete with Clyde's as Gamble turns to face him.

And speaking of cruel jokes...

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-09 03:27 EST
The heavy machine gun smacks into the floor, justifying a rattle beneath their toes. Why throw his gun away' Because just as the world had always taken a funny pleasure in Clyde's displeasure, so-too would Gamble, as the yellow-irised boy smirks, drawing back the old hammer of his opponent's prized six-gun. "Never let me fire it before. I asked so nicely in the past, too. I imagine there's some...compensation"...needed to accurately fire it....but at this range....I don't think it's necessary, hrm?"

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-09 03:38 EST
A colossal Roar from the massive lycanthrope heels him at the hinges; those powerful, jointed legs losing their gaw, Jack shinking some in pain. Thrashing, he tries to shake her free, doing the wet-dog routine—-but what?s known, is that the techniuqe usually fails at completely drying a dog, so what good would it do versus fangs burried in his primal flesh?—-no good at all. So, lowering his body further, and angling his back, Jack thrusts his side towards the wall in an attempt to bat Natalia off, and if he was lucky, crush her to snow-white bits.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-09 03:47 EST
The creature hung from him, there hadn't been much that she could do against the man's attack aside from putting those paws forward to try to pin him against the wall. An attempt that failed miserably....Those eyes widened as the wolf was throttled against the wall. Jaws were shaken free from his scruff and she hit the ground, head shaking off the pain. A soft snarl escaped her nostrils and her icy eyes glared up at him.

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-09 04:13 EST
Bitterly, Gamble's eyes strike the floor. His hands listlessly sway, idly raining blood onto the carper. Since his conception, or so he'd say, Gamble had been a man prepared for his own end. To say it was something he didn't fear, in the way of the omnipotent villian, was a lie—-but even now he's smiling, sanguine palms readied, flashed forward for Clyde's admiration. "The bullet dives to the left—quickly, I might add. The rifling is all-but gone, so truthfully—-the bullet's trajectory can be random, but I often vie for an upper-right compensation."

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-09 04:21 EST
Scowling-away the man's advice, Clyde shakes the barrel, left-to-right; "Whatever. Smile your last smile, crack your last joke. But I PROMISE you, Gamble....all six pieces of silver from THIS gun are going to tear through you."

Without hesitation, without a second to clutter the actions that follow his words, Clyde splits the foresight at the man's knee and fires. The recoil was hefty, but the old revolver felt outstanding.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-09 04:25 EST
The noise cut through Lilly's head as if it were made of butter. The woman cried out, taking two hands to her ears and attempting to scream above it. "Noo!" The little doe shrieked out, scowling at the ceiling through sealed up eyes. It was then that she began to sob lightly, whimpering at the noise, at the sudden fear that overcame her. Flashes of the man that she had killed played in her head, and the naturally dressed girl began to throw a tantrum on the floor.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-09 04:58 EST
Clyde thoroughly enjoyed the drama of the revolving cylinder, the hammer stuck-back automatically as it brings the next bit of silver to the plate. 'So, what?s next"' is the question on his fabricated face of lying smile and chipper eyes. It's now that Lil's tantrum is heard, and so it's to her, his attentions are turned. "Lil! What's the matter?" Slowly he approaches, coming to crouch at her side, his hand rests upon her scalp, awaiting her answer.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-09 05:06 EST
Chocolate eyes wider than fat woman at a buffet, stared up at Clyde with a quivering lip. The girl attempted to scoop herself from the floor, hands finally leaving her outter ears, to mash her palms to the floor and lift herself up. "Hnn....I want to go home....I don't wanna be here anymore..." Did she ever want to be there? Well, no....She grabbed the bed and heaved herself to her feet stumbling around like a wounded fish. "Please....take me home..."

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-11 03:21 EST
Half-cut bronze eyes linger in the shimmering seas of his opponent's. The vibrato of his snarling muzzle makes waves of his primal lips, unsheathing the fearsome fangs that populate the leviathan's mouth. Her snarl is reciprocated in the beast's hungry throat; a baritone growl that can be felt at the paws. The creature back-peddles, instincts sounding alarms due to the confines of the hall, but fury strikes him blind, and Jack charges at the snowy lycan, teeth-bared, heavy paws thunder through the hall—-the intention' Ram 'er head-first into the wall behind.



-: —— :-



Gamble collapses to the carpet with a howl. Pain can be weighed, can be quantified—but explained in its purest shades?

The man's face is drained in agony. He's only partially there; eyes hazed, hands clutched at the fabric of his pants, lips severed, mumbling unaccountable mantras as he fades away.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-11 03:31 EST
Oh, the world is a funny place. The greatest wrinkle upon the pallet of his life is shrunk in a corner, completely helpless—-his to take, rightfully in place to end the game, to be the victor.

His eyes teeter between both options—-the death of a man who deserved nothing-less, and salvation of the girl who owns his heart. Keeping pupils trained upon Gamble, Clyde slides his arms around Lil's waist, helping the girl to her feet. "Shh. It's okay. We're leaving real soon, lay down," a sickened gaze levels Gamble, "I just have one. little. thing to take care of."

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-11 03:37 EST
Copious lips purse into something of a dopey smile, rolling chocolates land on him as she presses her palms to the bed and stays in her standing position. "Okay, baby....I missed you so much..." The girl mumbled softly, words still slurring together like wet candy. The woman continued to hold herself up, fingernails sinking into the sheets. "Will you carry me when we leave, pleeeeaaaaseee?" Poor Lilly, she'd throw a shit-fit once she realized just how many of her braincells Gamble murdered...

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-11 03:41 EST
Piercing blues lingered at him as he shifted his giant butt backwards, that mind of hers already predicting his next move. The rogue rolled over, going belly up as the beast tore forward at her. She waited for the trample, knowing she'd take a beating, but also knowing he was developing far too much momentum to actually stop his attack. This gave her an advantage. Clawed paws would kick up at his stomach after the trampling, and hopefully tripping of the giant beast's front legs, and then she'd kick up, in an attempt to throw him at the wall.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-11 03:51 EST
'Yeah, yeah." Clyde's replies are frankly abrassive, his mind elsewhere, his mind on the job, on the game, on the victory. Leaving her on the bed, the boy turns his throttled crown of messy black threads away, cutting-out a filthy gaze to award the helpless Gamble, who had passed out cradling the wound that continues to slowly trickle blood.

It didn't feel right—-to execute him—-two times now, Gamble had left the tramp alive after wounding him.

Did that make him better? Give him an honor Clyde couldn't claim' A snarl of mingling lip and teeth exclaim the conflict and fury within the boy.

The pearl grip of Gamble's revolver juts from his hip—-Clyde grabs it.

"Lilly....baby....do me a favor; lie down, close your eyes and hold your ears. Do that for me, and we'll be outta' here in a snap."

He tricks her with a grin, knowing of her harsh sedation.

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-11 04:01 EST
Primal eyes squint, curiously admiring the snowy wolf's tactics. As she rolled over, Jack snapped open his powerful jaw in an attempt snag the petite (in comparison to him, at least) wolf's throat. But once more size and momentum work against him, and he stumbles right over and upon the girl. Whatever damage he'd done was unintentional; yes, his mighty legs kicked her around some, but all in an attempt to brake.

A familiar groan is heard as Natalia attacks the beasts legs, taking them from him; he falls muzzle-forward, before he's rolled to the side from her secondary-kick. It was an admirable attack, which did toss him to the wall, but the beast's weight spares him distance, and he recovers quickly, bronze eyes wildly scanning the hall for the white-hair.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-11 04:05 EST
How had she managed to sneak passed Natalia" Easily, the wolf had been otherwise preoccupied....Though it was a sight to see, two wolves fighting it out like that. Jane would have been a filthy liar if she said she hadn't stopped to watch for a moment....Not that she wasn't already a filthy liar—Clyde would find that out soon enough. The woman looked on into the room to find the man she had been in love with, passed out on the floor, and Clyde preparing to kill him. Had she been sane, she probably would have shot the scamp then and there....Unfortunately, she was not. A harsh, emerald glare was sent over to Lilly. "You..." The woman whispers, taking aim with her pistol and firing. The bullet traveled cleanly into Lillith's side, shattering ribcage, and puncturing liver. "It's ALWAYS you! All he ever wanted was you, and you get him killed!" I hate you!

Lilly's eyes went wide, mouth gaping. She'd been otherwise numb to pain when it came to simple bruises and bumps that Gamble littered her with—but this? It was something sharp, and dull at the same time. Her body crumbled to the floor, hand moving over the wound to feel all that sticky vital seeping through her fingers. "H-hahhh..." The woman gasped lightly and let chocolates roll around in her head for a moment.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-11 04:11 EST
Natalia flailed with her legs and kicked her way up into a stance, head low to protect her throat, fur standing on end. Honed chompers were barred for a taste of the man, tongue slithered out like a serpent and she looked through him with baby blue clouds. Then a new scent of blood wafted over her nose....It was unusual to her, unfamiliar....Gamble's had been, too, but two different scents? This wasn't good....Natalia had to end this quick. Alright, you son of a b*tch....It's time to die... The wolf thought to herself, the smell of blood excited her, and with that, she was tearing forward, no longer beating around the bush—teeth were aimed right for his throat as she lunged.

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-11 04:51 EST
Lowered as well, the beast's nostrils flare, mostly in the anger of the bout; however, in doing-so, the scent of his employer's blood skits through the sensorium.

Jack hadn't done much with his life—-besides being the West End's most admired bodyguard. Failure wasn't a plate he'd sampled before—-it was bitter, awful in all-respects, and in this moment, comsumed his attentions.

And so, the omnipotent laws of almighty baseball are upheld again—-for Jack's third strike, taking his eye off the prize, would indeed be his last as Natalia's razored fangs sink into a vulnerable portion of his neck. While she's hitched there, Jack would assail once more with an over-powering swipe, aimed at the wolf's pretty face. His last attack.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-11 05:00 EST
Natalia felt the fury of his last attack, three claws fitting over her right eye. The force knocked her off of his neck, unfortunately for him, she had a grip and a half....His throat was torn out in her razor sharp chompers, blood exciting tongue and taste. Her own face bled, eye closed tightly to keep blood from staining the baby blue pigment. A soft growl as the wolf limped away from the beast, huffing through her nostrils. There was some poetic sadness to her victory....Natalia never liked killing her own kind—simply because she was constantly condemned for being a beast herself...

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-11 05:07 EST
The singular word, Jane's first, attracts the boy's ugly yellow eyes, while the rest of his body was etched in the guilt of what was coming—arm extended with pistol-in-hand, gaze washed upon him—no one could blame the plain jane for thinking the worst. Squinting, Clyde's lips had begun a formulation of her name before he spied her weapon. Gears switch, and postures-along, the ruffian's gun-hand swinging across his body to take aim at the assailant.

"N—!" The selected was 'No!', but the shouting pistol in her hand silences him before he can speak.

Clyde responds in a likened tongue—-he fires the stolen revolver, targeting the heart, but the haste of the reaction slips the sights an inch to the left, sparing her life, at least for now. The boy doesn't stand-around to watch the girl hit the floor. Spinning on a heel, he flies to wounded girl, crumpling to a knee, he takes her in his arms, letting her head rest upon his lap.

"Lil! Lil, Jesus Christ, are you okay!" The blood that leaves her chest is motor-oil-black—-it had punctured her liver, something Clyde would have bet every centimeter of his reputation on.

It's fatal a large percentage of the time. His head spins, vials of prayer on his lips, awaiting the only thing that can save her—-a miracle.

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-11 05:14 EST
Lilly felt the warmth of vital on her wiggling fingers as her head dropped to his lap. She nuzzled her way in, body curling lightly looking for some form of comfort through the pain. "Hi baby..." The thing still sedated for the most part, and now twice as loopy as the blood left her body rapidly. "I don't feel very good..." The woman spoke softly, words still slurring together ten-fold now. Rolling chocolates settled on him thick amounts of blonde lash fanning moisture from watery eyes in his direction. More pale than the normal, the woman groaned softly.

Gamble

Date: 2012-11-11 05:23 EST
Death inhabits the mammoth wolf slowly. His paws seem to seculde the wrath once-instilled, with slow, paltry steps. The lycanthrope's formerly-fearsome maw coughs and gags, sanguine elixer fleeing his body quickly. Jack rests, his paws mesh together to reward his final moments with comfort, as his large head nestles in. The final blinks are heavy; listless copper irises are bathed in moisture, the tears of the dying.

Jack's eyes close a final time with a long, whimpered, strangely relieved last breath.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-11 05:29 EST
Clyde filters the tears in his eyes with a shielding palm. He couldn't let her see his desperation, couldn't let her see the lost hope. She's gonna' die....she's gonna' die in my arms... The verse revolves in his mind one-thousand times; each word is heard, despite the single bar of hypnotic music the anti-mantra rewinds in his mind.

"Hi baby," the boy smiles, still unable to remove his hand from streaming eyes.

He does the only thing left...make her comfortable.

"Heh," he sobs, still falsifying a jovial step, "You're just a little sick. After a little nap you'll feel a whole-lot better...I promise, baby."

"I love you, Lilly Rae Murdock."

Lilly Murdock

Date: 2012-11-11 05:35 EST
Lilly's eyes roll around the room, the girl muffled an unstoppable cough, through quaking lips and looked up at him. The man wasn't an actor—was never good at fooling the blonde—even on her deathbed, er, lap...."Hey....Don't be all sad-faced....I'm here now..." A shaking hand moving to brush up toward his face, soft, bloody fingers touching his cheek. The way she spoke, it was almost as if it were her, that came to rescue him. "I love you, Clyde..." Eyes falling shut in a soft, sleepy huff as tears rolled from the cracks in her eyelids.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-11 05:38 EST
The creature nosed her bloodied way across the floor, to see the bodies on the floor. One, the man that Clyde described, though she could still hear his heartbeat. The second, the familiar girl from before, gun clutched in her hand....That could only leave the other, to be Clyde's woman, crumbled in his lap, her blood standing out above the others. The wolf transformed back into the blondish princess, hand snagging a sheet to hide her shame. Though, had she only known what had just been preformed on those sheets, she might have rethought her choice. "Clyde..." The Russian said softly.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-11 05:54 EST
The girl's touch electrifies his skin as it's stained with her blood. Sealed in the chapel of his tragedy, Clyde's hand limply leaves his face, leaving his red, watered-eyes exposed. Embarassment swirls in his chest (among an infinite number of other things), as he knew his eyes to hold an awful, uncomfortable hue—-would they be the last thing she ever saw? The boy gathers the girl's hands in his, and squeezes into her the vibrant emotions and poetic lines his daft tongue could never portray.

I love you his lips mime several times. Clyde's eyes crash shut like a two fists to the sea, tears splashing from either sulfur kiosk.

He hears Natalia's voice, and though eyes remain closed, the boy turns his head her way and shakes it.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-11 06:00 EST
Natalia looked at the woman, and then Clyde. The rogue could almost feel his pain, and her eyes continued to dart. The girl was unconscious, but her heartbeat was still there; faint, but it existed. "Get her up....You're going to owe, and you're going to owe, big..." The creature said. Not only for what she was going to tell him, but for what she was about to let him do. "We can save her....Let's go." The girl spun, tearing his sheets in a transformation. The bloody Russian knelt down to allow him to get on her back with the girl....Something that pride screamed at her for.

Clyde

Date: 2012-11-11 06:08 EST
Who was he to question' Who was he to rebel" What other options lay before them—-singing while she dies" Clyde secures the girl in his hands, and had the only person that meant a thing to him in the world not been bleeding-out in his arms, the ruffian might had swated a brow in admiration of Natalia's transformation.

He doesn't speak as he mounts, doesn't vie for comfort, doesn't make a remark. Softly, he ties Lil's arms around his waist, securing her for the ride.

"Okay," he signals, still not asking questions, just letting her know they were ready.

Natalia Rostislav

Date: 2012-11-11 06:16 EST
The creature snorted lightly at the added weight, but soon stood to all four paws. She wasn't a painted portrait of beauty herself....Snow white fur tainted with crimson; and now blackness seeping from Lilly's wound. The smell bothered her, but she didn't have much time to bother with annoyance. The girl's heartbeat was slowing by the minute, and her breaths were getting shorter. With that, the creature tore off hoping to all hell that Clyde knew to hang the f*ck on.