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Herrick Turner ([info]14_to_life) wrote in [info]inshadowfalls,
@ 2012-04-13 00:40:00

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Entry tags:connolly conner, herrick turner

Thread: Herrick and Connolly
Who ? Herrick Turner and Connolly Conner
Where ? Downtown, streets
When ? Thursday night before curfew.
What ? Meeting the BFF's sister

Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker. She ride that d**k and she handles her liquor.

Getting back into business was easy. Herrick knew it would be. While he didn't trust banks and kept the majority of his assets liquid...and inside his house, his contacts and business partners were all safely tucked inside his brain. Because of that, while he may not have billions of dollars, he had the capacity to rebuild his empire.

Still it was sad to see it go, knowing that fifteen hundred years of hoarding coins and gold and treasures was now lost.

Trying not to dwell, Herrick did what he did best. He got back to work. It was his first real night back out on the street and already he had over a thousand dollars in his pocket. It was a start. He'd stopped by Shade to check on its progress, having demanded a crew be on site twenty four hours a day to work, and to write in the notebook he always carried around with him. It was a good thing he'd brought it along too or he might have missed out on a great opportunity!

Meandering into the streets he kept an eye out for Mika's sister. He had never seen her before and didn't have much of a description but he was sure he would know her when he saw her. Maybe they would smell the same.



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[info]14_to_life
2012-05-02 01:05 am UTC (link)
He laughed at the notion of being like her, enjoying fights and being indifferent to assault. Dropping to a seat, he leaned his chin into the open palm of his hand and watched her drink. Herrick hoped he wouldn't have to carry her out of there although he got the feeling he might just have to. "I don't know how similar we are since I don't think enjoying a fight makes you a sick fuck. But I do thrive in conflict and the threat of pain certainly isn't enough to keep me from doing something." A severe understatement, to be true. "It certainly doesn't bother me that you're a woman. The fact that you're a human makes me just a little bashful."

As she turned towards him he turned towards her, rotating in the stool he'd chosen. She held her fists up. He laughed at her. "You want me to hit you? Seriously?"

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[info]shutuporputup
2012-05-02 01:31 am UTC (link)
If Connolly was good at one thing, it was holding her own when drinking. She smiled and gave a nod. "You're fearless." Well of course he was, right? He was a fucking vampire that had very little limits, unlike herself, a human. She clenched her teeth at the thought a she hated being weak, and it was a very real thing, considering the dynamics of Shadow Falls.

"The point of a fight isn't just proving that you can beat someone's ass. Its showing your worth. You throw your punches but you need to learn and train yourself that you can take those punches given." Something she learned from her coach when Connolly became more serious in her training. "Its my way of telling I'm not afraid."

And she wasn't.

Without delay, Connolly put her weight to the back of her left foot as she added momentum to the right jab that landed on Herrick's jaw. "I'm not afraid." Connolly said it simply as she retracted her right fist.

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[info]14_to_life
2012-05-02 01:43 am UTC (link)
Herrick would, undoubtedly, be insulted if he knew Connolly thought he felt brave because he was immortal. He would insist that he'd always been fearless. He would tell her he had come from a time when glory could be found even in death, sometimes especially because of it, and that was what made him this way.

"I guess I can agree with that to an extent," he hummed thoughtfully, "although it sounds a little different coming from your mouth than I imagine it does in my head." When he had been human, the point of his fights had definitely been to prove himself. They had been for recognition, fame, and just a little bit for the sensation of being punch drunk, the thrill and the blood and the power of holding someone else's life in his dirty, commoner's hands. Just thinking about it this much was turning him on. His knuckles were white from the fist he made with his hand.

And then she'd hit him again.

The timing of it was probably bad.

Again, Herrick caught her retreating wrist with supernatural speed as he rose from the stool quick enough to make it spin on its own. A ringed hand slapped across her face, fingers pressing against her temples as he slammed her down onto the floor of the bar on her back, on top of her like one with vicious intent.

He had amped himself up and she had lit the fuse. "I don't know what to say", he practically purred, "part of me is insulted and the other half wants to take it as a challenge."

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[info]shutuporputup
2012-05-03 09:52 pm UTC (link)
The second her wrist was grabbed, Connolly instantly prepared for what was to come. Upon impact of the slap, she instantly became dizzy and could only hear a sharp ringing in her ears. Well that wasn't good. When she opened her eyes, Connolly then realized she was flat on her back wit him on top.

This instantly put her in fight mode if she wasn't already. "Take it however you fucking like. I won't stop." Even if she was pinned, she'd fight. With her left fist, she punched him in the nose, hoping it'd hurt enough for him to lean back. All she needed was that small bit of leeway to get off her back and back on her own two feet.

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[info]14_to_life
2012-05-03 10:58 pm UTC (link)
Connolly didn't have any reason to be afraid, not really, not with Herrick, but she probably should exercise more caution when dealing with vampires. Herrick was ready for a fight now and some back lash was expected, pain was expected, and adrenaline did a lot to overcome the result of the strike. Already his head had cleared from the previous wounds, the split skin healed, and smeared blood was all that remained to prove there had even been a thrown punch before that one.

Herrick wrestled Connolly's hands to the ground, pinned her wrists to the bar floor and leaned over her. He buried his nose in her hair along her throat and slid his attention up behind her ear taking in a deep breath of her smell. Ah, a woman. It had been too long since he'd had a female beneath him. All of these years playing around with men and boys had forced him to forget how much of a delight the fairer sex truly was. She smelled delicious. She smelled like tequila.

Oh, he wanted to bite her. What would Mika say about it? Was she even claimed? Herrick didn't know. "I know you want to be brave," he hummed against her skin, murmuring to her ear so his lips broke against her skin, "but given your position you should also be smart, little sister."

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[info]shutuporputup
2012-05-03 11:29 pm UTC (link)
Connolly shivered as he got close and closed her eyees as he smelled her hair. Was he going to bite? She hadn't been bitten before, not even by her claimer. Connolly would never admit it outloud, but she was afraid of it ever happening.

She breathed slowly, calming herself down, as much as she wanted to move from beneath him and kick him in the balls. "And give up?" Connolly frowned. It was unlike her to just give up a fight, but he was right.

Connolly turned her head away from Herrick, and in a very serious and stern voice, she spoke. "Get off of me."

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[info]14_to_life
2012-05-04 01:36 am UTC (link)
"Please." Herrick corrected her. "Get off of me please." He was loathed to do so. Everything told him to stay put, to stay exactly where he was, to pull the collar of her shirt away from her throat or to tug her jeans down to her knees, find a vein and sink his teeth right in. He didn't need to feed but his stomach growled at the promise of a hot spurt of blood running down his throat and spattering across his face.

Agonized, he growled and stood up like a sexually frustrated teenager whose conscience had gotten the best of him after the prom queen had passed out in the middle of their miracle make out session. Dammit, Mika! He looked down at her with a distinct frown but held a hand out to help her up although he doubted she'd take it. He wouldn't take it. "Just don't die because you're proud."

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[info]shutuporputup
2012-05-04 02:13 am UTC (link)
Connolly didn't bother repeating the word please. She wouldn't. She didn't understand his growling as he got off. And she really didn't care. The fact was, he was off.

As he extended his hand, Connolly looked at it and ignored the gesture. She got up on her own. "Then what else do I die for?" She didn't quite understand his meaning as the only thing she had left was her pride. "Take away my pride and I don't have much else." Connolly reached for another shot.

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