▲ ❝ Warriors are not born and they are not made. Warriors create themselves. ❞
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Feb 12, 2016 22:03:10 GMT -6
Post by LENA CROFT on Feb 12, 2016 22:03:10 GMT -6
behind this soft exterior lies a warrior She had been in town for almost a month now, and already she didn’t like what she was seeing. Supernaturals ran around the place with no one to go after them. Sure she had run into a few hunters, one of them being an old friend from her troubling days in the past. Pasting through Mystic Falls had been her idea. But here she was, staying longer than she intended, but no matter. Maybe because of this town being so supernatural filled, the demon within her brother would make its way here…and Lena would be able to free her brother once and for all…or if it came down to, she’d killed her brother and free her from the evil that currently plagued him. She swallowed the cotton ball feeling within her dry throat, so here she was, walking into the Bar, looking over heads and towards the bar. She frowned, slowly making her way through the masses and leaned against the bar.
‘What can I get you?’
Her stomach grumbled, not loud enough, but loud enough for only her ears to hear. Unless of course anyone with supernatural hearing. Lena then smiled at him, uttering quick thanks as she slipped the photo back into its previous spot. “Um a burger and a water, please.” she said with a smile to the bartender, who nodded his head and quickly went to place her order. Sure she would rather have alcohol but she wanted to keep her head leveled. Her thoughts wanted back to her first month of being here; already there was no sign of her brother, no sign of Asher and no sign of her uncle. The only hunters in this town were that of her contacts, Josh and Michael Kane, neither of them having seen her vampire brother. She sighed, her nails tapping against the counter, maybe she should just give up. No, she couldn’t give up. Her attention went to the back and that was when she noticed a woman, one that was leaving through the back with a guy. His outfit alone screamed of not being part of this century. It was old and dated, not old enough to be from another time period, but old enough to not be in style. Quickly she got up and followed. She heard a scream, and then she saw them. The man was leaning in towards the woman and quickly she took action.
She kicked the guy, her fist coming out and hooking him under the chin. Suddenly she was flying through the air, but she had enough gymnastics that she was able to flip her body weight and land on her feet, sliding back. And then she quickly grabbed her gun out, took aim and shot. Watching as it pierced the man’s heart and he turned grey and veiny. She gave a smile of victory before whipping her face clean and going towards the woman “You alright?” she questioned the young African American woman who quickly nodded. “Go home.” she told her quickly and watched as the woman ran away, giving Lena a quick thank you before taking off. WORDS: 519 || TAGGED: @open just an open thread. template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Apr 12, 2016 8:58:26 GMT -6
Post by LYANNAVYRE MERIGOLD on Apr 12, 2016 8:58:26 GMT -6
I'LL WATCH THE NIGHT TURN LIGHT BLUE / IT'S NOT THE SAME WITH OUT YOU
Lyanna was not the type to disappear into the party scene, but just as always had her friend forced her to come out and enjoy a night to themselves. She hardly saw it was alone time; music blaring, voices everywhere, entirely different aura's and emotions that she felt so passionately about. But she was determined to not let the raging hormones in the air set her back, even when she was separated from her friend and left stranded at the bar, leaned in real close. She sat on a stool at the edge, keeping away from the hustle and bustle and preferring the fleeting conversation with the two tenders who were working. They seemed pleasant enough, but being a server she was already well aware that they'd be cursing under their breath every chance they saw: She could hear it then, head tilting to the side as someone's hand gently grasped her shoulder. Keeping calm, Lyanna turned her head, sable curls bouncing out of the way to reveal a man. His hair was red, freckles invading the creases of his face with bright green eyes that made her heart thump in her chest. He was not stone cold sour, but he was intoxicated. She could smell the alcohol on him, as well as the questioning intention as to why he was touching her shoulder.
Blinking slowly, Lyanna removed his hand from her shoulder, but smiled up at him anyway. He was fixated on the girl, sitting beside her and flagging the tender down for a couple beers and a round of shots. Suddenly the air turned and she no longer felt completely comfortable, shifting back on her rump to quickly glance around the room. Amber was nowhere to be found, and this meant she was to deal with this alone. A beer was placed in front of her by the smiling rep who wore a black apron and tight clothing underneath. A moment of fleeting confidence passed her face, thick lashes flickering as she blinked once, twice, three times. Lyanna was unaware of the shifting mood in the man, an irritant, her attention not soully on him. He pressed himself close to her, whispering into her hair close by her ear. "Come on, let's get out of here." Lyanna's body tensed and she shot him a look, head shaking as she leaned back into the bar. While she rolled her eyes, she also spoke into her teeth, trying to appear nonchalant. "Thank you for the offer, but," she chuckled, "I'm not leaving."
The moments that passed were haunting. He had grabbed her by the arm and ripped her from her seat, stumbling to and fro. The tenders had no time to say anything, no time to get past the bar ... The man had Lyanna, heading for the door. It was then that a noise crackled in her ear, a low rumble beneath the sound of voices and music. Lya fixed the straps on her jumpsuit, looking down on herself to the oddly coloured olive suit, surely not appropriate party attire. Amber had insisted she wore it, claiming it brought out the galaxy that was in her eyes. The blissful memory caught her up for a minute, before being pulled through the door in the back. He had a firm grip on her, too much of one for her to wriggle away. One last attempt, she reached down for her phone, but was caught up as the back of her head hit the brick wall of the outside. Now the fear was starting to set in. She could feel the mans anger and arousal as it intensified in her mind, forcing a buzzing in her ear.
Slowly, Lyanna opened her eyes. She felt faint, and she felt fear pooling in her chest. She realized what was happening when she looked around and saw nothing but the tenders and the line of people against the bar. It meant someone was in trouble, because the past few minutes she thought ... But it was not her facing trouble, it was the girl she had seen when first coming in. So what had just happened?
She looked down at herself, still wearing the black dress and fishnet's that she had been forced into. The jumpsuit was not hers. The man was not after her. Sucking in a breath, she leapt down from the stool and headed for the back door when she heard the shot. Everyone was so focused on keeping their bodies close together, vibing to the music that they were too deaf to hear. But Lyanna was not, she was there when the grey veined man dissipated and the woman started off. Standing there was another face she had never seen before, but according to her rumbling stomach, she was the one from earlier. Lya remembered the low grumble of hunger, and sat back on her heals as she ventured closer. "Are you okay?" Concern creased her face, heart still pounding from her out of body experience.
LENA CROFT , 838 words, i thought that your post was directed to whoever was to reply, so i decided to make a little fun of it w/ lya's gift. c:
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▲ ❝ Warriors are not born and they are not made. Warriors create themselves. ❞
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Apr 12, 2016 21:07:03 GMT -6
Post by LENA CROFT on Apr 12, 2016 21:07:03 GMT -6
SHE'S QUITE CAPABLE OF KILLING YOU HERSELF Was there ever a time when things were just normal in the life of Lena Croft? That normal life that she had once grasped so tight within her spoiled little fingers. She had thought that she had it all, had thought that her life was so simple, so perfect and so loving. And then it was all ripped from her within seconds. Lena had lost her mother and father in moments, a moment was all it took. A blink, a breath…and everything had changed. She was an orphan; the only family she had left was her brother, her grandparents and her uncle. Of course, her uncle had his own problems and wasn’t around much, but Lena had barely anything. At only the bare age of ten, she had blinked, had breathed and had lost two most important people in her life. When she was younger she had always wondered what would have happened if her parents had stayed home? Would they still be alive? Would the monster that killed them have killed them all, herself and her brother included? Would things be different…would she be dead? They were rather morbid thoughts for a young child at the time, and that was why she had kept them within her. One word of that to her grandparents or her brother and she would have been thrown in a room and left there to think about it. Sure she hadn’t known about the monsters, but the what ifs had kept with her. She, at the time of their death, had believed it was murder. She had nightmares, dreams that plagued her nights with the thoughts of the murders killing her entire family, having killed her as well. Of course, those dreams came to pass years later, taking the rest of her family away from her. After her grandparent’s death and her brother’s turning into a creature of the night, she had asked herself what would have happened if she had been the one home and not Dimitri. Would she be the one turned at this moment? Would her grandparents still be alive? She quickly shook the thoughts from her head as she watched the woman run for her life. The gun was still in her hand, the safety still off, and she was about to put it away when she heard someone speak. ‘Are you okay?’Lena spun around, gun pointed towards the woman, her eyes narrowed. She looked the woman over, she didn’t look that harmless and yet she found herself slowly flicking the safety on and the gun was lowered. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people.” she hissed out, she nodded towards the building before speaking once more “Go back to your party, princess.” WORDS ;; 438 TAG ;; LYANNAVYRE MERIGOLDNOTES ;; thanks for taking this and yes xD
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