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Get Psycho [ In-Progress]

Dec 21, 2008 18:47

WHO: Freeman, Jinx; Later, Urahara and possibly Jushirou
WHAT: Kitten takes the bait
WHERE: Warehouse #1171, the warehouse district
WHEN: Sunday, December 21st, nightfall
WARNINGS: Extreme violence and gore

( I want your power glowing, juicy flowing, red hot, meaning of life )

n.a.o.e.2 jinx, freeman

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hexyoutotuesday December 22 2008, 05:46:28 UTC

The coordinates burned through her hand. She needed time, the people continued to tell her. She needed backup. She needed her, she needed him, she needed a goddamn plan and control. Running through the warehouse district, Jinx needed no one else in this world... just as this world no longer needed her. The young woman had let go. There was only one thing left she needed to fight for, then death would fall upon her without regret. Jushirou's life was worth so much more; he could help the world, save it from all the pain that she would only cause. For years, all she had done was hurt people, and over the past months she had been trying her hardest to correct that. This was the way. There was nothing she seemed to be able to do breathing, so she would sacrifice her life in her father's name, for her father. And everyone always knew she was going to go out with a bang ( ... )

uomo_libro December 22 2008, 07:12:43 UTC

The belle of the ball.

"I was afraid you wouldn't show up, kitten." Freeman slowly, deliberately shifted into an upright position, before moving to the floor, the razor held between his fingers as his arms dropped to his sides. His hair shifted, showing one red eye in what paltry light was available within the warehouse. "Glad to see you came first, and not one of his other children." His body looked leaner than usual, more hungry. He hadn't killed in some time; with all the death coming from elsewhere, he didn't see a need. He could have killed the old man, but it served no purpose, either. One could say he was starved. Starved for blood ( ... )

hexyoutotuesday December 22 2008, 19:43:19 UTC

His voice came to her ears before her eyes fully adjusted. That voice that haunted her dreams coiled around her, pricking every inch of her skin with chilling fear. This was the man who had stolen her soul. This was the man who nearly ripped the life right out of her chest. He was that pair of eyes she could always feel burning into her over her shoulder. He was the boogeyman, her worst nightmares in human form, and yet her body quivered with a yearn for his touch. The first thing that came to her eyesight was a flash of metal, and then the gleam of a red eye. Slowly, the rest of his form came into vision. All she felt was fear... and all she could think about was how thin the man looked. Jinx would never admit that flash of concern to herself.

"You owe me more than just flesh... I want your heart," because you nearly destroyed mine. "And you should have learned by now never to expect anything from me." He was approaching her, making it difficult for her to stand her ground. Part of her wanted to run, the rest wanted to drop her ( ... )

uomo_libro December 22 2008, 21:28:42 UTC

The report of the guns was bright in the darkness, and loud. Very loud. Freeman didn't seem to mind, almost welcoming the noise as bullets began showering his location. However, his feral body had the signs of a trained contortionist, and with an unnerving liquid quality, he twisted himself among the lead hailstones, moving like a macabre dancer and staying nearly unscathed ( ... )

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