There was nothing like sinking the end of sword into the back of a villian. Too bad Mindy's entry into this City hadn't come with her armory in tow, but like the resourceful girl she is (like her father always taught her to be) she's hardly left defenseless. She's got fists, skill, and lots of brain, and so she was without hesitancy this morning as she set on today's crime spree challenge
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Four months good behavior cutting into the most intense, most carefully orchestrated killing spree of his life have left Brian Moser on edge. He's out tonight looking for trouble, well aware (thanks to the Network) that terrible things are going on out there. It doesn't bother him on principle. It's not precisely that he doesn't understand conventional morality; rather, he just just doesn't care. On the bright side, one more murder in this mess seems likely to go unnoticed, and if it doesn't, if he can call it self-defense, all the better. It won't be good; he has a sudden pang of longing, missing his clean, cold studio, his safe refuge in the wilds of Miami, the perfect place to work in peace, at his own pace. Still. The biggest thing he's seen bleed lately was a sheep, and even that had been rushed and furtive, no real outlet for his creativity or his frustration. He feels like a caged animal
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It's not creativity when she sweeps in, spinning a flip in mid air as she delivers a single kick to one of the offender's backside. It's efficiency and purpose. Momentum does its job and sends the man crashing into a pronged fence, skewered chest-first like the start of a Greek shish kabob. Mindy doesn't paint death with gilded glory, even as a child entrenched in the blood of her own justice. To say she didn't have fun would be a lie, though the smile she wears now is not one for the enjoyment of brutality, more like the enjoyment of killing someone who undoubtedly deserves it. A questionable moral scheme? Definitely.
But in the language of primal instincts, man must defend his own safety. And so the man who runs up behind Mindy, thrusting one hand forth with a knife, receives her defense through a knife in the neck. She's faster than any of them, and she knows it.
The fourth member of the party still thinks its wise not to run away. These cursed criminals don't know when to give up.
The addition of a fifth unfamiliar figure to this gathering gives him pause. He doesn't hesitate in throwing the man to the ground and immobilizing him-- anyone would be justified in doing that for the sake of self-defense, and he's certainly not going to leave himself open for attack. Crouched over his own victim he watches for a moment. The spurt of blood from the first man's back turns his stomach and electrifies his nerves, fingers curling into a tighter fist at the throat of his would-be attacker's shirt
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i stay up so late, lying again to hook up with a date;cold_dry_piecesJune 10 2010, 22:49:14 UTC
"I think they don't want to rush us," he says with a slight smile, obviously not perturbed by the wait. Either for her or for the check. The service isn't bad, just painfully unobtrusive, leaving them to their own devices for longer than necessary
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i stay up so late, lying again to hook up with a date;cold_dry_piecesJune 11 2010, 03:02:41 UTC
"Or at least go somewhere for fancier coffee."
It would be an admirable attitude, if he felt the way most people do about interpersonal relationships. As it is he feels slightly thwarted, hampered by a history that hasn't happened, circumstances he doesn't remember. It's borderline maddening; and if he pursues her, it's mainly because of a childish refusal to be denied his whims.
There are more practical, more flattering reasons for his flirtation as well; but they don't inspire the same persistence.
The waiter comes with the check, and he slips it off the table before she can make a grab at it.
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It's not creativity when she sweeps in, spinning a flip in mid air as she delivers a single kick to one of the offender's backside. It's efficiency and purpose. Momentum does its job and sends the man crashing into a pronged fence, skewered chest-first like the start of a Greek shish kabob. Mindy doesn't paint death with gilded glory, even as a child entrenched in the blood of her own justice. To say she didn't have fun would be a lie, though the smile she wears now is not one for the enjoyment of brutality, more like the enjoyment of killing someone who undoubtedly deserves it. A questionable moral scheme? Definitely.
But in the language of primal instincts, man must defend his own safety. And so the man who runs up behind Mindy, thrusting one hand forth with a knife, receives her defense through a knife in the neck. She's faster than any of them, and she knows it.
The fourth member of the party still thinks its wise not to run away. These cursed criminals don't know when to give up.
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It would be an admirable attitude, if he felt the way most people do about interpersonal relationships. As it is he feels slightly thwarted, hampered by a history that hasn't happened, circumstances he doesn't remember. It's borderline maddening; and if he pursues her, it's mainly because of a childish refusal to be denied his whims.
There are more practical, more flattering reasons for his flirtation as well; but they don't inspire the same persistence.
The waiter comes with the check, and he slips it off the table before she can make a grab at it.
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some company would fit the bill, certainly. i think i'm on my own for good this time
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