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Angstbucket Edgelord Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:27 pm
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Two glasses. Three. He knocks them back unthinkingly. He waves - a clumsy motion. One word. Garbled. Slurred. "Hit." The girl and the dealer smirk. Simultaneously. Knowingly. Three. Two. One. It never ceased to amuse Tahra. It seemed that every patron - or rather, victim of a casino could effortlessly spout the most profane and colourful language on a whim. Or maybe it was the alcohol talking. Tahra could never decipher the drunk, rambling motives of the gamblers. Drinking while gambling. It was beyond stupid. Then again, if anything in the world made sense, then she wouldn't be able to rake in the profits the way she did.
The server gave a brief, near-gleeful warning. Tahra studied her nails. The ranting halted, leaving a thick, tangy tension in the air. The drunkard paused - a breath, and then the cussing and stumbling resumed. "Security." The word was clipped, stacatto and bored. Flailing, the meaty figure was hauled off by even bulkier figures. The beginnings of a shriek began to build into forced muffledness. Tahra's eyes charted the progress of the struggling trio that cut a swathe through the crowd.
Flung out the double doors, into the ugly air of a beautiful night. He looked...sad. And a little thoughtful. The drunk would be back, sooner or later. They always came back.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 7:36 am
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Angstbucket Edgelord Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:59 am
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▣▣▣ V ɪ ᴠ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ɴ ᴇ . N ᴏ ᴀ ʜ
![User Image](https://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/PoppiHollaPuddelz/Tahra stuff/divz.jpg) Green. Pale shoots, leftover and pristine from the long-gone springtime. Rusty grass. And a sound, like rusting glass. V-victor. A winner, like always. And the humans? Losers? Maybe, just from the sound of tarnished screams. Nails on glass. It was there again. Fading. A run through the spectrum. Suddenly, desert. Suddenly, ice. Cold fire on her fingertips. Freezing by the second. And there was always a steaming abundance of life. She would survive this one. Vivienne's hand fluttered uselessly. Brokenly. There would always be one, watching her watching him watching herself in her paranoia. No doubt that Victor had sent them, but she couldn't muster a single bit of patience. Not a dredge of thankfulness. Weight grew on her tireless shoulders. Atlas had it easy, compared to her. A frail frame, doubtful of success. A sporadic lead burden she had inflicted on her brother. A heavier disappointment. Mother. Father. Uncle. Sinking. The vampire beside her was a solid support. Vivienne caved, willingly. Her hand grasped muscled shoulder as her vision alternated between flashes and blurring. Arms, around her collapsing form. A deep rumble. The earth was vibrating. The grip was one hand less. Vivienne tasted first blood. Her sight swam for one last colourful moment, and the world stilled.
The girl was left with a disembodied finger clutched in her hand, the cries of her vampire soldier, and a scorching afterimage of her father.
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