Topic: A Warning on the Wind

The West Wind

Date: 2010-08-01 14:04 EST
"Sugar." She crooned with a spin on bright hot pink heels.

"Awwww....honey honey..." A whip of her dancer's body sent a high heeled foot cracking against his exposed ribs...."You are my candy boooyy...."

Pouty lips glossed with the latest shade of KickAzzPink puckered up as she observed the dangling form, "And you got me wanting youuu."

"Honey." A rapid quick thrust of her hands delivered a sternum shot that sent the man swinging like a punching bag.

"Awww...sugar, sugar." She didn't bother steadying him before spinning in the opposite direction to deliver another sharp kick to his other side, the sound of ribs cracking accompanied by his groan of agony, "You are my candy boy..."

She flicked her tongue across her glossy lips and used a manicured nail to remove the strands of hair that might obscure her vision. She wasn't breathing hard at the exertion, in fact, she seemed unfazed by her actions the earpieces delivering the early Earth hit to which she sang along.

"And you got me wanting you..."

She watched the rocking and swinging body with eyes outlined with electric green liner, the lashes extended with expert use of a mascara wand.

"I just can't believe the loveliness of loving you." Reaching out the manicured nails of one hand found purchase in his jaw, yanking his head upward, the other hand drawing back on a level plane, the heel of which was drawn forward as she set up the killing blow.

Her cell phone rang and she released him to step back and take the call. Checking the vidscreen before flipping it open, "Yea, you got Zef, whatup?"

"No way." Her head tilted to the side, "He really said that?"

A pause as she listened to the voice on the other end, "You tell that b*tch to move on. Sh*t, why are you all worked up over him in the first place" You need to remind him that having a big dick is different than being a big dick. Overcompensatin loser. You're better off without him. "

She listened, her light brown eyes never leaving the man that hung suspended by the hook before her.

"Look, you need a girl's night out. I'm gonna swing by and pick you up. Hooker, you better be lookin good cuz the party I'm taking you to is gonna be off the chain!"

Her laugh was lighthearted, girlish, "I gotta run. I'm workin. See you soon chica.?

The phone flipped shut and with a bored air she lashed the heel of her hand forward with none of her earlier finesse. Cracking cartilage heralded the crushing of his nose and as the shards of bone shot upward into his cranium, signaled the end of his life.

She took a minute to peruse her handiwork and was not disappointed with what she saw. He'd paid and paid dearly for his insult.

His vow of silence, his code of honor, had remained true and the Boss was quick to note that he was not going to break. Instead he'd be used as a warning. He'd become the message: the bruises, the broken bones, and the agony of his last remaining day on this god-littered realm serving as testimony.

The Winds wanted answers.

The West Wind

Date: 2010-08-31 20:20 EST
The answers had led her here.

The University was a kickin scene and one she melded into easily enough. Another spoiled rich kid wearing designer clothes and blowing their parents' money on an education that only slips by the surface of their conscious thoughts.

"Lovin it!" She squealed in a girlish giggle at the conversation going on around her. She had no idea what they were really talking about but took her cues from the sounds the pack of girls were emitting. When they groaned, she moaned and threw in a snarky, "Bitch Please" and when they all giggled and hit the higher range of their octaves she threw in sounds of appreciation.

Her attention was clearly devoted upon an entirely different group of students. They stood out simply because of their attentive diligence to the actual courseload. And there in the midst of them was the target of her interest.

With the arrival of the professor the groups all dispersed to seats and paid at least the facade of attention necessary to passing. Deliberately choosing a seat near the young man in question she smiled a bubble gum pink promise of interest when his warm hazel eyes came up questioningly. The monotonous drone of the attendance call drew his attention at that moment as he supplied, "Here," in answer to "Dorian Junan."

Her smile grew.

The West Wind

Date: 2010-09-05 16:29 EST
There exists a certain kind of shoe that demands a certain kind of attention. The simplest set of jeans quite suddenly become the ugly duckling on the arm of prince charming when paired with the right heels. A white silk blouse was all that was needed to complete her outfit. Gold and ebony jewelry complemented her olive skin tone and spoke of the moneyed background from which she came. But it was the shoes that warned her audience that this girl was one who was used to getting her way.

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Leopard print paired with pink was a daring ensemble and she kicked one foot upward in and out of his line of sight. A bored swing of a crossed limb, aware that her pedicure made her toes gilded and dainty. She took notes because he did, even if they were scrawled messages to herself about the upcoming sale at her favorite Fashion Boutique. She caught the professor's eye just long enough to promise him illicit activities in a glance, a plump pouting curve of her lip inviting. He stuttered and moved on with his lecture careful to avoid eye contact again.

As class dismissed she rose and fixed the young man with her bold appraisal, "Hey, I'm Zef."

He coughed in startlement, well aware on the heirarchy of status that girls like her did not normally converse with guys like him.

"Uhh, yea, I'm Dorian." He hesitated in offering her a hand and masked his confusion with the gathering of his supplies.

"Yea, I caught that. Look Dorian, I've got to ask you a favor." She smiled, the perfect white teeth an expensive amount of dental work supplied by her doting parents.

"Uhh..." He stopped his busywork to look at her askance.

"You get this stuff," She waved a hand dismissively about her, "it's obvious. Well, I don't and if I don't pass this class my parents aren't going to pay for me to take it again." She giggled and caught the tightening of muscles in his jaw, noting that the rich kid angle was the wrong approach immediately.

"Yea, real hardship that. You might have to get a job, huh?" His tone remained friendly but she read his body language easily enough.

"Yea, somethin like that. Look, I'll pay you." She opened her clutch purse and proffered a flash of the incentive needed, "I need a tutor. Name your price."

The West Wind

Date: 2010-09-12 22:28 EST
Sitting at the breakfast counter in his dorm room she slowly unbuckled the leopard print heel from her ankle. He shot her a questioning look, "What you think you can't learn with your shoes on?"

She smiled in the face of his disdain. He'd treated her like an annoyance since they'd settled their arrangement. She'd agreed to his exorbitant sum as if she paid that kind of money all the time. Following him back to his dorm room she'd babbled incessantly about how frustrating she found the workload at this university and cemented his perception of her as a spoiled debutante. In the same Upper East Side tone she replied, "I just don't want to ruin them, ya know?"

His sneer was readily available: "Ruin them by studying" You afraid you're gonna get something on them?"

She set both heels carefully upon the counter, angled perfectly together as if she set them up to watch them. The smile never dimming as she turned to face him.

Her answer was a barefooted heel to his face, shattering his nose and ruining that sneer as blood droplets sprayed, "Yep.?

The West Wind

Date: 2010-09-26 15:20 EST
Snapping open her cell phone, she whispered the words to activate the secret line, "Whispering Winds."

It took one ring for him to pick up. "Report."

"I've got the location of the target. The nephew was very forthcoming after some coaxing."

"Good. Forward the information to the North."

"Sure thing, bossman."

He'd disconnected before her confirmation was even completed. Scowling slightly she shot an annoyed look at the phone before turning her attention to the mess behind her.

Bloody, broken. He'd been dismantled as systematically as the guard from last week. His last breaths were whistling even now through his shattered jaw and pulped nose.

She'd been careful about her expensive heels but the blood splatters had ruined her white blouse. Disgusted, she snagged a hoodie from his couch that supported the university and tugged it over her head, "This." Said with disgust, "Totally ruins the outfit, you realize."

Sliding back on her heels, she gathered her books and purse only now noticing something that shocked her to her core.

"Oh no!" Pink painted lips rounding in horror as she turned on the now deceased Dorian Junan with a fury in her gaze. "Do you see this?" She shouted at him, holding up her planner.

Of course, his dead eyes showed no flicker of recognition.

"I am going to be late to the auditions at the new theater!"

Pissed. She almost gave into the urge to kick his dead body before remembering her oh-so-perfect heels.

The West Wind

Date: 2010-12-22 19:43 EST
Irritation rode her hard. The spurs were digging into her flesh and the grip of the reins had her straining to keep her smile in place.

"Look. It's simple. I'm either what matters to you or I'm not." She bit out the words between clenched teeth.

"Of course you matter to me baby, I just don't see why I got to tell you all the time." He tried his charming smile, his golden boy looks made for it: "Can't you just feel it coming off of me in waves?"

She rolled her lips inward to swipe her tongue across them and slowly inhale against the riot of emotions. Thrusting her fingers through her hair she tossed her new hairstyle (that he hadn't even noticed) and repeated, "It just seems kinda funny that you expect me to just 'feel' it whenever we're around your friends. And that despite all of this deep love you've got 'other' plans."

"Babe, it's not like that." He sighed, frustration evident. "I told you, I don't look at it the same way you do-"

She interrupted him with a sharp hiss, "Let's not do that argument again, yeah' Howsabout you just admit that I want more out of this than you do." She laughed, a brittle sound. "Which is fine. Just let me know. Don't string me along and make me need you if you don't want me needing you."

"Of course I want you to need me, just as bad as I need you. You're my World, My Air, My Life, baby." He smiled and put a hand on her arm, "I just think you put too much on the little stuff. That's all. I don't care if you hang out with a bunch of your guy friends, why do you care if I hang out with a bunch of girl friends" It's even and balanced, and what we got is Good."

She looked down at his fingers on her arms and tried to soothe the voices that were rising up like bile in her throat.

His phone rang and he went to withdraw. She grabbed his fingers, "Hey, I just got to take this."

"So take it." She met his gaze with her own burningly brilliant one.

His smile faltered, "Well, I guess it can just wait." Attempting to slide his phone back in his pocket.

She snatched it from him with reflexes that belied humanity and snapped open the phone, chirping sweetly, "Brett's phone. This is his girlfriend, whatup?"

Silence.

A gasp.

A click.

A dialtone.

She slowly looked up at him, the phone slipping from her fingers. The hand she still held within her own suddenly snapped backwards, breaking the fingers and dislocating the wrist. Her foot lashed out and swept his feet out from under him. As he landed on his knees before her she drew her 9MM. The phone flashed up at him mockingly.

A dialtone.

A click.

A bang.

And silence.

The West Wind

Date: 2011-01-04 20:47 EST
"Hockey." Austeria was able to infuse that one word with incredible weight and meaning.

"It'll be fun." She insisted for what was the dozenth time. Zephy liked getting her way and wasn't about to simply back down from it because the others looked less than enthused.

"Oh c'mon you know it'll be fun. Boreas an excuse to bash in the brains of people with spectators! And Eurus you'll float on the ice." She just looked at Austeria for a moment before adding, "You know it'll be a blast! A place for you to take out of your work tensions."

"Trust me you'll love it. By the way, our first game is like Wednesday."

The West Wind

Date: 2011-02-13 17:53 EST
It was great day. She was riding an all-time high. That hot Faustino had put her into a wall again and she about took him out there in front of the audience, but somewhere along the way she'd quit wanting him dead and started simply wanting him.

Hockey was a version of riding the winds and if she could let go of her murderous impulses long enough to quit needing to kill people when they lost she'd be great. In fact, after the first addled fan had screamed "MONOCERUS!" in her face and she'd unloaded her pistol in his, well...she'd only killed two fans since.

The best part about RhyDin was that nobody looked too long for missing persons. Hell, you never knew when someone was going to just get snatched up and not come back for a hundred years.

Her phone rang and she pulled it from her purse, the code words activating the private line, "Searing Winds."

The voice on the other line was cold, hard edged and laced with disapproval, "Your target lives."

"What?" Zephy dropped the sunglasses she was idly examining bringing a concerned glance from the vendor.

"The South Wind has been activated. Pray she does better work than you did."

The click left her gasping in shocked dismay, fear an icy clamp that had her stomach dropping out.

She felt tears burn the backs of her eyelids and knew that she was panting obviously. Tearing away from the suddenly too loud and vibrant marketplace she stumbled down an alleyway.

A few twists and turns later she braced a hand against the wall and lost her lunch. The heaves left her dizzy as she replayed the events of the Gala through her mind. No way that little bitch had survived that shot, she should've bled out only seconds after I departed.

Fear had her knees wobbling and she pushed free from the wall to move away from the sour smell of her own vomit.

Her palms were sweaty and she wiped them against her thighs, her teeth chattering as she tried to draw a sticky painful breath.

"Hey girl, ya feelin okay?"

The voice belonged to an old man who had to unbundle himself from a pile of trash and clothing. Obviously homeless and destitute, he still had enough hope for humanity that it concerned him to find a wealthy young socialite throwing up in his alleyway, "are you lost?" He queried in a quavering voice, "Ya want me to call the Watch?"

Zeph wiped the back of her arm across her mouth as her eyes narrowed upon him with a feverish light. "What I want..." A breathless pant, "old Man. Is some fucking CONTROL!" The last was shrieked as she shuddered violently.

The Legacy was going to cut her off. He was going to let her go and she'd never again feel the bright rush of the Winds, the surging power of its grace. She'd go back to simply being a bored, vacuous, rich girl with too much time on her hands and too many addictions to keep track of.

The homeless man had made it to his feet and now watched her warily, wishing he'd stayed hidden. He nodded gently as if to soothe her and backed away further down the alley.

She stalked forward on her pretty heels.

His eyes widened.

She grinned.

"And I'm going to start with you."

The knife glinted in the dappled sunlight that tried to penetrate the setting for this poor man's death.

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The West Wind

Date: 2011-03-12 14:34 EST
She took another stroll past the Plaza. Each step accentuated with a flagrant flip of her hips that sent the plaid skirt beckoning in a teasing fashion as old as time. The torn and shredded fish nets bedecked her legs and should've hinted at a less privileged persona; yet, she screamed money. Maybe it was the thousand dollar shoes that adorned her feet, or the expensive hair cut, manicure, and cosmetics, but,it was probably simply the way in which she carried herself.

Her expectation of treatment was evident. None would mess with her. None would dare.

She needed to get close to the Private Investigator. Determine how well the investigation was actually going. Do what she could to overt him from finding the real target. Austeria's tampering with Fiora's mind was supposed to guarantee that the girl couldn't place her, but Zeffy didn't dare simply risk it.

She'd hired Luke Boudreux supposedly to assist her in finding out more about Faustino, hinting at a possessive desire and stalker-ish intentions of the goodlooking skater.

Her reason for entering the building would stand up against censor but she wasn't willing to risk it so early in the game.

Consideringly she tested out her options and decided on a direct (er) one...it took one more sweep of the building to find his car and to take the valve of the front tire. Flat tires were common enough...

...no one would suspect a thing.

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Faustino Moretti

Date: 2011-05-30 16:06 EST
Practice had been marked with a lot of drills and vigorous reps and the Dragon's left winger was glad to hit the showers and get iced down. He thought back on the last game they played against the Djinni as the trainer worked on his right shoulder. The Djinni's left winger was hopping mad when he checked her into the boards as they came around behind the Dragon's goal. She looked like she was going to kill. Of course she got him back, laying him up while he was on a straightaway run. He grimaced through a grin as the trainer pushed on the shoulder, his souvenir from the game.

When Faustino finally left along with a few other players, he wasn't paying much attention to anything as he made his way to his car. He gave a wave to a few people that walked by and called over to him without paying attention to who they were either. He tossed his gear into the trunk, hopped in his car, turned the engine and pulled out, eager to get home. Or so he thought.

In his rush to get home, he didn't notice that the car had been sitting lower. However, he did noticed the ugly grinding sounds as the car started to move. He quickly jumped out of the car to find all the air had been let out of his tires...and his beautiful car was sitting on his once beautiful rims.

"Merde!"