Topic: All about the thrill (Open)

Michiko

Date: 2009-03-02 10:09 EST
(Location: On the street outside the RDI - Feel free to jump in)

It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get
Ev'ry time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out

It was well after sunrise when she had slipped from that room in the inn. Her thoughts were troubled as she made her way to the apartment that she occupied alone.

What about love?
It's defective! It's always breaking in half

What was she doing? He didn't care beyond getting a piece of ass. Sure, they were sharing a bed but what else was there. There was a certain emptiness within her as she thought about it.

What about sex?
It's defective! It's never built to really last

He brought her to such heights of pleasure, but was it really worth the loss of her dignity? She craved his touch, his attentions but even then she knew deep down it would never be enough and nothing more than just meaningless sex.

He brought her to such heights, and when she came down, it was such depths. He knew how to play her body. Yet, it was just another thrill in a long string of them and this one with a hefty price tag.

What about your childhood?
It's defective! It's dead and buried in the past

What about your future?
It's defective! And you can shove it up your ass

She stumbled down the street barely seeing. So young, so confused... Her life had been about the thrill, yet she never really felt fulfilled. Poor little girl never had anyone but one show her she was worthwhile and he was dead.

It's all or nothing
And nothing's all I ever get
Ev'ry time I turn it on, I burn it up and burn it out

It's a never ending attack
Ev'rything's a lie and that's a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back

And we're always slipping through the cracks
Then the movie's over, fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back

Another mistake as she found herself dragged roughly into an alleyway and slammed into a wall. The force of the impact stunned her as a knife was placed against her throat.

Arak Kryyn

Date: 2009-03-13 09:54 EST
After leaving the Red Dragon, Arak normally just used his magic to teleport back to the ship he was staying on. Tonight though, he felt like taking a short flight out to the spaceport. Not only would the chilled air calm his nerves, but tonight he felt like avoiding his 'roommate' as long as possible.

Aryl-Zyn had become completely insufferable in recent days, insisting that Arak go on blind dates the wolven would set up, trying to get the gryphon a new woman. Each time Arak declined. Since the war, Arak had had less and less interest in simply chasing pleasure, as he would have done before.

The gryphon was musing about these thoughts when he turned the corner and stopped stock still. Ahead a group of three men were holding a woman against the wall at knife-point.
Okay, so on Rhydin a situation like this was hardly rare, and more often than not was not what it first looked like... But the simple idea of three men using weapons to force themselves on a woman just sent his blood into a boil.

The Sunari was already walking down the alleyway as his hands began tracing symbols in the air, glowing lines following and staying lit. One of the men looked up at the shimmering light and pointed, calling out to his fellows. Before the others could react however, Arak loosed the spell. A sudden blinding light and loud crack as chain lightning danced across the ground between mage and target. The man who'd first noticed Arak was thrown a good ten feet, a smoking hole in his chest.

Arak stopped several feet from the remaining two men, holding up a taloned hand and letting more lightning jump between them. His beak broke into a malicious smile as he waited, "So, who's next?"

Michiko

Date: 2009-03-22 12:40 EST
The distraction of Arak's attack gave her the moment she needed to gather her senses. She was far from helpless and this brutes never had the chance to capitalize on their upper hand.

The one holding the knife to her throat suddenly felt a hand gripping his wrist. That same hand squeezed with enough pressure to break the bones in his wrist. As he howled in pain, she moved to jam her elbow in a offending throat.