MIKABOSHI
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Post by MIKABOSHI on Apr 11, 2010 13:27:49 GMT -5
"N-No, please!" the shriek of a woman, her voice staggering with shock, pain, and terror. The scene cuts to a window, leading the viewer to see two figures within a room of an abandoned home; a crack house, a haven for the sex addicts and drug worshipers. The red haired youth, his fiery hair wavering in fluid motion of his steps (despite his intense fear of flames), would hack away at the nude woman chained to the wall, shackled in a position that was quite revealing, rather 'kinky' for those who enjoy those disgusting sadomasochism bondage scenes. Her back was pressed to the wall, legs knitted tightly together to brace for the impact - knees buckling under the spasm of her body as a jagged blade left a raggidy cut at the first layers of her flesh on her belly. "A-Ah! No-o-o! Please, stop it!!"
"Mmn, your begging makes me feel so good..." the youth whispered softly, falling to a crouch as his face lightly nuzzled against her skin, fingers tracing the cut as his emerald eye narrowed intently, lustfully. The tip of his nail upon his index finger pulled lightly down at the center of the cut, causing the woman to release a scream befitting a whore.. which she was. Damn prostitutes and their inability to cope with pain, damnit!
"P-Please..." she sobbed, head hanging against her chest. Tattered across her body was various cuts, light but jagged - blood seeping from the wounds and down her unclothed legs, running over her bottle shaped waist and untouched hips. Both of the red head's hands would grasp them, his pants falling to his ankles as he forced her legs open, tongue lightly tracing a cut laying just atop her right breast. There was a groan of pain as he entered, the grunts muffled by a bloody hand that soon mixed with the salty liquids of her tears.
"Nnn...A-Ah..." he panted, and after a half an hour of pounding her (rather roughly I might add, blood had began to pour from her private area, slowly slipping down the inside of her thighs), he released what he had into her and watched it pour from her slutty, disgustingly cut body. "... You know, I've never seen a woman yet," he grasped her chin, jerking her head up as his face lustfully yearned, "that was missing an eye."
Snapping to attention, before the woman could attempt to scream her left eye was slit, destroying its sight as she gave a pained roar. Her body rattled in crying and blood, and most recently semen - and Mika pulled his pants up and stretched. Sitting on the bed nearby he would completely ignore the whore, cleaning off his trench knife with the woman's panties and putting on his jacket.
"W-Where are you going!? Don't leave me here! Let me go, please!" she cried, prolonging the 'ase' of the last word. Mika looked over his shoulder from the doorway, giving a gentle smile.
"Whether you live or die is now in the hands of someone else and yourself," he shook his head, palm rubbing his cheek, "Besides, this is the line of work you chose. Deal with the consequences."
From there he left her, and in the dark of the night he walked through the streets of Gramarye - searching for the boy.
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LOKI
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Post by LOKI on Apr 12, 2010 1:31:12 GMT -5
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----------------------------------------- Calm but uneven footsteps echoed through the pitch black alley way, emerging from its depths the figure of a boy. Clothes and hair -- ripped to shreds and looking positively trashed -- reeked of that familiar scent of something burning, and it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what he was so calmly walking away from. Stepping into the light of a street lamp, Loki looked about the empty streets, satisfied when he saw not a leaf stir in the stillness of the night. He casually leaned against the wall of an old building, hands stuffed into his pockets to protect from the slight nip in the air and slowly breathed in and out and he re-lived his most recent arson attempt.
He did not expect dogs.
Everything had been going perfectly, as far as he had seen. There was certainly no sign that the family had owned pets at least, but as soon as that fire started flaring up and licked at the windows of the first floor, two -- no three -- giant black dogs tore out of nowhere, snarling and barking and gnashing their teeth. Loki never had a chance to make sure the fire really got anywhere, as he was too busy trying to outrun a horde of bloodthirsty bitches. From the limp in his leg and the tears in his clothes, it could be gathered that he didn't quite run fast enough. He did manage to kick one of the mangy animals in the face, though. A small victory in his utter defeat.
Loki let out a humorless chuckle and dug around in his pockets for the comfort of his lighter, raking his thumb over the wheel and creating a loud 'click' as he mulled over the possibility of being tracked down due to the bits of torn clothing near the house. Perhaps he should change and burn his current outfit once he got home.
Feeling around in his other pocket, he withdrew a cigarette and held it in-between his lips to nibble at the cotton filter rather than light the end and started his trek back to his shack, wincing every so often as he gimped along. Tonight could not have been worse.
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MIKABOSHI
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Post by MIKABOSHI on Apr 12, 2010 10:17:59 GMT -5
Speaking of worse...
As the 'flaming' (haha, get it?) red head slipped merrily down the streets of Gramarye, he finally noticed what he was searching for. You see, it was rather easy to find Daniel. You could know his location from miles away based on sight - and when close enough, you would be capable of smelling him. Or perhaps, smelling the burning cinder as he lit things a flame. Surprisingly, Loki has yet to figure out this is how the red head always finds the blonde. A fox grin casually spread over the demons lips, his emerald eye locked upon the back of his comrade. After a few moments, he had relocated himself behind the boy in silence; which he would allow to be given away as his trench knife stabbed through the air and pierced the wall a few inches from Loki's neck.
"Smoking again?" a cool voice chided, head shifting down a bit to peer over the boys shoulder, face lightly nuzzling down against the boys neck - nipping tenderly (which seemed rather uncommon for the red head) at the sensitive flesh. His hands had began to set out to explore, only to feel the tatters and tears all over him. A pause, and the red head shifted back and straight, giving him a quizzical look. "Who fucked you up? Want me to kill them?"
It was rather blunt, but...
A sigh escaped his nostrils as his eye closed momentarily, figuring that such wasn't necessary at this time. Also, golden opportunity! He could get Loki to come back to his apartment in the city (seeing as he didn't enjoy living in Atraxotch) and find him some spare clothes, also throw off any bastards who might be chasing him. Then, after a bit of dinner, some socia.. yea, who was he fooling - the dinner would probably be tossed on the floor as the red head took Loki on the table.
"Here," he started, yanking his trench knife out the wall and tucking it away before closing in on Loki, a serious expression making him look rather intimidating. In one maneuver he would grasp the boy, picking him up in a cradled fashion so that his head rested against the red heads chest. 'Bridal Style', was it? "I'll take you back to my place and we'll get you cleaned up, and you'll be able to tell me which punk was too rough with you. Alright?" I think it was rather creepy that he seemed extremely serious about this.
But you know, fuck walking. Darkness spread from below the red hair, enveloping them completely before unveiling them in front of the red heads apartment, which the door seemed to already be open - guess he forgot to close it. Not like there was anything in there, and no one lived in the other apartments (he killed them). Walking into the first room, the front room, he would drop Loki on the couch in front of them and give a slight grunt while doing so for added effect. "When did you get so heavy, sheesh. Picking up pounds while we haven't talked." he teased, before motioning to the TV. The news was on, and he was pretty certain Loki would like to hear what happened, or what the police has to say about him.
Now, he left Loki to do such as he headed into the other room farthest down the hall, tossing his coat on the bed and kicking off his shoes, shifting around in his drawers for something that Loki could change into. Don't ask how he got the clothes - sometimes it wasn't just prostitutes he screwed with. "Aha..." he smirked, eye narrowing as he lifted up what appeared to be a pair of silk panties, "...Heheheh." tucking them away in his pocket (he'd make Loki wear them later) he settled on someones t-shirt with a rabbit on it, and Loki's pair of boxers he forgot last time.
"Ta-da!~" he giggled, reappearing in the front room with the items and tossing them at the boy, "The bathroom is down the hall, though I suggest just putting on the boxers here. They'll be off in a few hours, anyways." shifting back to the kitchen he retrieved two classes, as well as a nice bottle of vodka he had stole from this bitch named Oliver. Dude was a massive freak at the gay bar. Returning, he set the cups down with the bottle on the table before giving a charming, yet mischievous smile.
"Let's get smashed, make all your sorrow disappear."
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LOKI
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Post by LOKI on Apr 14, 2010 22:33:09 GMT -5
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----------------------------------------- A blade sliced through the silence of the night, embedding itself into the wall, and Loki froze at once. He didn't need to turn around to know just who was behind him. The knife was familiar looking enough, and the voice sounding near his ear sent a chill down his spine. "Not yet," he answered lazily, taking the cigarette from his lips so he could twirl it between his fingers to disguise the shaking.
Loki inhaled sharply at the surprisingly soft pressure on his neck, registering a very familiar smell as the red head neared even closer. "You smell like sex," he commented casually, chagrin hidden expertly beneath an air of indifference and a thick and heavy veil of denial. And it wasn't like he was actually jealous. Of course not! (*cough*)
He didn't speak when Mika ran his hands over the shredded material of his clothing, nor when the red head asked who had caused the mess. There was no way in Hell Loki would admit to losing a fight against a few stupid dogs. Instead, he chewed on his bottom lip, pretending not to have heard. It seemed to have work as a deft silence fell over the two, broken after only a few beats when the knife was suddenly yanked out of the wall. Loki twirled around to face the other boy, stepping (or rather, limping) back and away as Mika closed in with a look that Loki could only take as 'predatory'.
It seemed like a complete blur as to how Loki managed to end up in Mika's arms and then at the man's door step, but he did recall a black curtain swallowing them up in the street only moments before. He didn't dwell too much on it, however, as he was taken inside the dingy apartment and ungracefully deposited on a lumpy sofa in front of the television with an 'oof'. "You're just getting weaker, Mikaboo~" he countered.
The television soon caught his attention as the screen shifted over to the scene of his crime -- house half destroyed but every family member somehow alive and well... including those damn dogs. Loki's loose grip on the arm rest tightened until he sure his short nails were ripping into the fabric. Authorities were tracking the suspect, getting as far in their search as the street over from where Mika had -- for lack of better words -- kidnapped Loki, and for once he was actually glad the creep intervened. Speaking of whom...
Loki turned slowly around as Mika reappeared from the depth of his apartment, brow furrowing as he recognized the boxers held in the red head's hand. A forced upon smile replaced the slight frown tinging his lips. "If that's the case, why bother putting them on at all~?" He knew Mika was up to something (when wasn't he?). From the way he was giggling to the very fact that he wanted to get Loki wasted... yeah, Loki was almost positive about the other boy's intentions and he did not plan on letting Mika go through with it.
Still, he wasn't one to turn down a drink. Maybe.. maybe just one.
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MIKABOSHI
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Post by MIKABOSHI on Apr 15, 2010 9:30:38 GMT -5
Of course Loki would know he was up to something. A twitch of the lips, and Mika smirked as he stared from behind the small tea table placed before the couch that the blond rested on, cups on the table with the vodka placed neatly between them both. His smirk slowly shifted to a more devilish smile, plotting an intricate plan as he slowly began to pour some of the liquids in each cup - doing so purposely in front of Loki so that he could see there was no sedatives this time.
"You're right," he cooed, vodka bottle placed down as the small glass shot cups were filled, "I guess there isn't a point." He shifted from his knees before the table and moved to the side of Loki on the couch, plopping down next to him before leaning over and taking both cups in his hand. He gave one to the blond, before grinning coolly at the other. "Down the hatch, laddy~!"
With one gulp, the liquid would be consumed.
Honestly, to Loki, it tasted like sour grapes. Well, that was all alcohol. And beer... he just thought they tasted rather shitty. But it wasn't the taste he was going for - more so the after affects. Besides, he could hold his drink - and regrettably, he was sure that Loki could hold his for a pretty long time, too. But you know, it wasn't all about taking advantage of the poor kid; more so just having fun, I suppose.
Free arm coiled around the boys back and hand lightly rested against his shoulder, rubbing up and down the arm in a... soothing manner? Weight was applied so that Loki was nestled against Mika's chest, and the red head gave an elaborate sigh.
"It'll be okay, Daniel. In fact, I'll help you get them back in a few days. But, if you go out now - the cops will simply toss you in a jail cell. Luckily, they can't trace your travel based on it having been through magic." Mikaboshi chuckled, lightly rubbing his nose against the side of the boys face, "You can stay here for a few days. I won't kill you."
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