Delilah Capello (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bound_delilah) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bound_rp,@ 2014-09-29 20:04:00 |
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Date: 9/29
Time: 2:30 AM
Location: Warehouse; Docks
Characters: Delilah Capello, Martjin, John Irvine
Description: Chance encounter of the not fun kind
Status: Private, complete
The ring sword spun on its side like a top, the tainted blood of the demon splattering across her form, onto her face. At one point it might have been frightening, but now, it was nothing. Breathe ragged, she leaned her head back against the wooden crate and peered up at the ceiling.
Gold flashed, their head contorting to the side, this way and that. Searching for threads, for the ties, for the feelings, that bound the creature to anyone - to anyting. "There is nothing." This creature, what had once been human, was nothing more but a hollow shell of demonic energy and death. The creature lurched forward, and Unity spun, the chakram slicing from belly to neck in a single motion.
Boring.
Claw-like fingers curled around the throat, pulling them up up up. Delilah gasped for air.
Unity said nothing.
Tightening around, crushing away each and every breathe, gold flashed at the creature, and lips twitched. "We are Xena, bitch." With a grip stronger than any human's, the demon's wrist was caught with one hand, the ring slung with another. Body shifting to the side so that thehe/she/we was spared, the return caused it's head fell to the ground with a thud.
Boring.
Claw-like fingers curled around the throat, pulling them up up up. Delilah gasped for air.
Unity said nothing.
Tightening around, crushing away each and every breathe, gold flashed at the creature, and lips twitched. "We are Xena, bitch." With a grip stronger than any human's, the demon's wrist was caught with one hand, the ring slung with another. Body shifting to the side so that the
Delilah woke with a start. Chocolate blinked ahead, her eyes landing immediately upon the ringsword, dance complete, on the ground next to her. Grunting softly, she pulled her legs into herself, and placed her bruised palm flat on the cement. Attempt to push herself up failing miserably, it was with a strain that the patted her pocket for her phone.
Marcus was going to kill her.