Kiara O'Neill (murderbysong) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-03-30 14:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, 2009-07-08, tessa |
Stop searching in corners of rooms not my business
Who: Angel, Kiara & Tessa
Where: Some random street, the park
When: Noontime
Warnings: Blatant violence
Scarlet Oak was... interesting, Kiara had to hand it to the place. Zombies and sirens and witches and people who sold off their own family members. Now that was something that she had not come across all that often in her over four centuries and the red headed siren had seen quite a lot. Jokull was a trick card however, one that she had not expected and it had almost been like a breath of fresh air. Or musty, dirty air that she did not like because what man had the right to sell the women in his life? None. She hoped that one of them knifed him in the chest and offered up his blood to her because wow, if there had ever been someone with demonic blood then it was him. Real piece of work.
It probably never occurred to you, Eilir piped in. She had decided to tag along while Kiara went out house-hunting... or man-hunting, she was not quite sure which yet. But the butterfly insisted on flying by herself, little blue and black wings beating in the fairly weak breeze as she tried to keep up. Because Kiara walked more like the solider that she thought like than the woman she looked like. But don't you think that maybe, just maybe, you could kill him yourself and be done with it? He is a man after all and you do need to-
"I'll be asking for your advice when I be needing it," Kiara cut off the butterfly, bringing her hand up to flutter at her. "Which isn't now. I know what I'm doing, thanks, been doing it for longer than you've been alive by a fair long shot. So you just fly there and be pretty while I see if I can't find myself something to do." Yes she had come out looking for a place to live that was not Miranda's house but she had decided perhaps two seconds prior that what she really needed was not a roof over her head. No, she needed someone to strangle because it was beginning to tingle at the back of her mind, the desire to find and sing and kill. So her hazel eyes scanned around the crowd, looking for some man who would catch her eye, the unlucky bastard.
After enjoying a nice visit with Aurora and her twin sister, Angel decided to take a walk to hopefully get into a painting mood. He harnessed up Annie and took her on a stroll, confident that she would keep him from walking out into the street or something. Just being outside in the fresh, warm air was starting to get him in the right frame of mind for his nature paintings. He could smell fragrant flowers as they bloomed along the side of the road. He wished he could see them again, see their beautiful color. Angel knelt down in front of a patch of flowers and touched the waxy feel of the petals. He traced over the flower with his index finger, slowly memorizing the curves and shape of each petal. That would be his next painting, a flower, the delicate curves of the petal, with colors so fresh and vibrant you could almost smell the heedy aroma of the flower.
Quite a few people Kiara dismissed. Now anyone would work in theory, but Kiara could be very picky when it came to this sort of thing. There had to at least be a certain feel about a person... or you know, they just had to look like someone she could handle pretending to have even a molecule of interest in. A single strand of white or gray hair almost automatically dismissed a person from her consideration, an obvious physical defect did the same. Someone who was going to help extend her life was not going to have something wrong with them. You might be just a little too picky, Eilir informed Kiara as she continued walking. If you'd just pick one and be done with it... those you dismiss? They'd probably be more than happy to come along with a pretty young thing.
"Stop trying to flatter me," Kiara smiled at the butterfly as she landed on her shoulder. Just ahead of her was a man who had knelt down on the ground to... play with flowers? Stopping, Kiara tilted her head to the side and studied him. Well she was seeing nothing wrong with him at all. Physically he was perfect. "Oh hello there," the siren said as she knelt down next to him, ignoring the dog seated on the other side. Maybe that was his familiar, even better. People who had familiars usually had better blood thanks to whatever attribute they had. "Absolutely beautiful flowers. You an admirer of them?"
Angel had heard her approach him so he wasn't startled when she suddenly spoke. "Yes, I am." If she noticed, he wasn't actually looking at the flowers, instead staring off into space while his fingers traced over the petals and leaves of the flowers. "I'm an artist...trying to get inspiration." He glanced over his shoulder and grinned at her. She had a lovely voice and he wondered what she looked like. "Hi there, I'm Angel."
Nice and friendly and quite possibly trusting. Kiara's very favorite sort of man. Well, second favorite, her very favorite sort was actually the kind that she had just finished with. They looked so much better that way and definitely were easier to deal with. Except for getting rid of the body... hmmm... he did not look all that heavy. "An artist, oh delightful," Kiara remarked, trying to sound interested and succeeding. At least she thought that she might have from how Eilir giggled at her. "She did, of course, never give her actual name when facing off with a potential mark. What if the unthinkable happened and he escaped? Just would not do. "I'm Eileen and I have a bit o' a soft spot for the artistic type to be telling the truth."
Ohhh an Irish accent...sounded sexy. "I like your accent, Eileen. Irish, right?" He chuckled at her comment that she had a soft spot for artistic types. "I'm afraid I'm a a struggling artist at the moment. Tell me, what are the colors of the flowers right here." She wouldn't describe them in the color detail he needed, but perhaps it would be enough to at least give him some sort of mental image. He already had an idea of what he wanted to do, but perhaps hearing the colors would be the last piece of the puzzle and he could get started.
"Oh everyone struggles," Kiara remarked. She had once, not that she thought much of it. Because it had not taken her all that long to get out of it. She was a siren and a witch, really now, what could hold her down? Getting cocky again little siren, Eilir remarked with a flutter of her wings against her cheek. "And yes, Irish, right from the good old shores of Eire. Now these flowers are a gentle red." Describing color was easy for her. She was a museum curator for art displays after all. Even if most of the Gaelic arts tended to be formed from copper and the like. "Darker at the center- wait, why am I describing this to you? You're not blind or something." Though that would explain the dog... ah well, blind men still had ears.
"Actually, I kind of am," he chuckled. "Hence the struggle part in struggling artist." So she was Irish. He'd seen lots of lovely paintings depicting the lush green rolling hills in Ireland. "When did you come to the States?" Her accent wasn't super thick, so he was guessing that she'd been here for at least a few years. He was surprised by how she described the color and he wanted her to continue, hoped she would in fact.
So then he could not see her face and even if she failed all he would have to go off was a fake name and an Irish accent. You have all the luck, don't you girl? Kiara smirked a little. Luck of the Irish. "Oh but surely the paintings of a blind man are so much fun to be looking at. Different perspective than all the rest of these lads." Though the question about her coming to States required a bit of a thought. The true answer was not something she could give without revealing herself to be most definitely not human. Years before this young man was born, before his parents even. Around the time of his grandparents if she guessed correctly and she was usually pretty good about this sort of thing. "Ah well, it's been a few years. Went to university in New York and graduated there." Good enough of an answer. "Now if you're looking for inspiration I happen to know o' a lovely little place in the park. You can't see but I can. Maybe if you're nice I'll describe it for you."
Angel shrugged, "I guess so." He hadn't actually seen his latest paintings, so for all he knew, they could be crap. He used to specialize in color but now that was hard to do since he couldn't actually see the colors he was mixing. "New York...I've been there a couple of times before I went blind...the art galleries are amazing." He had been like a kid in a candy store, looking at all the art, the innovative ideas. He'd had a goal one day of having a gallery showing but he wasn't sure that was going to happen now. He wasn't giving up on his painting though...at least not yet. "The park, huh? How far away is it from here?" He wasn't sure about going there with a strange woman, but she sounded nice enough and really, anyone who would describe some flowers for him was okay in his book. He stood up and grabbed onto Annie's harness. "Lead the way, Eileen."
"Yes they are." Kiara had loved wandering the galleries and seeing what the humans came up with. Naturally the older things were better, but there were always a few things from current day that caught her eye. And if they happened to be local artists? Then their paintings were usually worth a lot more after she found out. What? Everyone knew that the value of art went up after the artist was dead and surely their families appreciated that fact. "Ohhh, maybe just a few minutes it's not that far at all." It's almost not fair how you get them to do what you do. A teasing smirk came up on Kiara's face, not caring whether Angel could see or not. "Not afraid of a girl, are you? You may be blind but you seem rather strapping, nothing to fear from the likes o' me." Were you born knowing how to lie? Probably.
Against his better judgment, Angel found himself agreeing to go to the park with her. "Okay, why not," he said. "Follow her, Annie." He got a good grip onto Annie's harness and started walking when she did. He was aware that he was being rather trusting of this girl...she could be leading him anywhere. Oh well though...his life couldn't get more fucked up. His ex was a vampire and he was blind and not having such good luck with his painting. So yeah, that made the argument for a fucked up life.
Seriously? It was a thought Kiara had that was mirrored by a somewhat astonished Eilir. Normally she might have to toss in a bit of charm by way of her song, or at least a hum, but nothing with this guy. Maybe all the fight's gone right out of him... now isn't that a terrible shame? Indeed it was, but Kiara did not need a man to have fight for him to slake off the murderlust that she could feel beginning right at the tip of her toes, curling up and tingling as it stretched out. Of course she could have gone and listed off half a dozen very good reasons why he should not come with her but hey, it was his life and she really wanted it. "So now a blind painter, that just interests me like none other," Kiara remarked as they walked, trying to make conversation to keep the man at ease. A tensed up man was always just a little harder to deal with. "How do you go about telling which color is which? Keep them all in the same order every time or just guess and come up with some lovely combination's that no one else ever has?" Her voice was nowhere near offensive, if anything it had taken on that smooth tone it always did when she was dealing with the man she was taking off. There were centuries of practice behind that voice.
She was being quite chatty and Angel had to wonder why...almost as if she were trying to keep him at ease. Not that he wasn't already...he was a little tense, but not bad. "I have a cubby where I keep my paints and each cubby hole has a Braille label for the color and each paint tube also has a label." He glanced over at her, his pretty blue eyes totally unseeing. "I used to specialize in colors...but now it's much harder. I'm still getting the hang of it all." They walked in silence for a few more minutes before he spoke up again. "So what do you do?"
Honestly Kiara did not care. She just hated it when things were all quiet because people thought more when they were not speaking. Plus, she liked knowing little things about her marks. Gave her something to write down in that journal she had started keeping at some point during her stay in Dublin. "Oh right, Braille." Kiara had completely forgotten that there was a way for blind people to read since she herself was not and did not know anyone worthwhile who was either. "Glad to hear that you don't let yourself be set back, plenty o' artists have their little problems." As for what she herself did there were two answers, neither of which she cared to share. He was just going to die, sure, but keeping her profession secret was as much a part of her nature as keeping her name. "Traveling journalist, staying in town for a few days to get the scoop on this vampire bar everyone seems so keen on. Know anything about it?"
Not being all that up on his local news, Angel wasn't sure if there was more than one vampire bar in the area, but he only knew of Heme. "Heme? Sure. I went once. Annie hated it...apparently dogs don't like vampires." Saoirse had pointed that out to him, for which he was grateful because he might never have realized it. Annie was trained to go anywhere and do anything as long as he was around, so she tried not to make it known if she was uncomfortable in a particular situation. Luckily Saoirse had noticed and he'd gotten them out of there as soon as possible. "Actually one of my exes works there as a bartender."
Wow, the blind guy had dated a vampire. Because there was a rule about only vampires tending bar for other vampires or something like that. At least it had been like that with other vampires that Kiara knew, and she tended to know quite a few of them. "No, the animals seem to have a thing against the vampires," Kiara agreed, rolling her eyes in the direction of the dog. Eilir's laughter echoed in her head. Familiars were more intelligent than that, realizing that vampires posed next to no danger to them since they were animals and therefore nothing more than a snack. "But that's... interesting, Angel. I've been thinking o' paying a visit myself before I head out." Talking was beginning to grow tedious for her as they entered the park, making their way away from the more crowded areas. Good, she wanted to get this done. "Did you find it nice?"
"You should go...I suppose it was nice. I wasn't there for long. My ex talked me into leaving, so I did. I don't really see the big deal though, to be honest." He just didn't understand the whole big uproar about the Light of May. So there were supernaturals out there? That didn't really change his world any. Except that it had when one had turned Saoirse, but that was beside the point. It made no difference to him what people were. As they entered the park, Angel could hear people around, talking and laughing but their voices grew quieter and further away the more they walked. "Where are we going?"
"Oh, I told you where we were going," Kiara assured him as she took a path towards that same clearing where she had done her business with that man a few nights prior. "A really pretty place I'm going to describe to you. And I'll be expecting to see the painting that comes from it, don't you doubt it." You are terrible. Could just sing him there without putting ideas in his head. Where was the fun in doing that every single time? Nowhere that she could see and so it was not what Kiara did. As they walked, she pulled her messenger bag up and began to shift through it. Ah, there it was, the rope. Strangling was so much nicer since it left the blood intact. Of course, the dog could be a problem if it decided to start barking... ah, a silencing spell. Smirking, Kiara pricked her palm on the knife that was in her bag and leaned around Angel to flick the blood at his guide dog with a few murmured words. No harm done but the thing would not be sounding any sort of alarm. "Sorry," Kiara apologized for the movement. "But there was a butterfly in your path and I didn't want you to step on it and hurt it's fragile wings. Do you like butterflies?"
With his sharp senses, Angel could feel her rooting around in her back and stepping around him. It almost felt and sounded as if she were doing something to Annie. This whole thing was starting to feel bad to him, so he slowed to a stop, an unsure look on his face. "Look, Eileen, I think I'd rather just go back. But thank you for the offer to help." He started backing away, a tight, stressed smile on his face. "Come on, Annie, let's go." He turned around and started heading back down the path where they had just come. The lady was weird and Angel never should have accepted her help in the first place.
Oh look, he thinks he can just go away, Eilir sounded as amused as Kiara felt. "Ohh, but there's no fun in that," Kiara sulked as she pulled the rope out, a little wrapped around each hand. She stepped up behind Angel and looped it around his neck, one leg hooking around his and giving a pull while the other went up, knee digging into his back and pressing forward to drive him onto the ground. No real need to sing when he could not say anything, another advantage of cutting off the air supply. "Could've been so much more fun if you hadn't tried to leave, boyo." There was more than a small thrill starting to run through her at this, eyes lighting up like she had been presented with exactly what she wanted. And she had been.
Well that was definitely unexpected. Angel's hands immediately went up to his throat trying to work the rope from around his throat but the woman had pulled it tight. He already felt his fingers grow tingly at the lack of oxygen. Angel started kicking his legs and moving as much as he could, hoping to throw her off of him. Dammit, he knew this was a bad idea! And where was Annie? That bitch had better not done anything to his dog! That anger gave him a burst of strength and he tried to flip them over or at least knock her loose...anything so she would loosen the rope against his neck. His vision was becoming blurry and his throat burning as the rope cut into his skin.
Tessa had, at that point in time, had a rather uneventful afternoon. For once she'd taken Troy's advice and gotten out of the dojo for the day, and had planned to take her workout outside. Her brother sometimes talked about getting in touch with nature, how it could be calming... but he was an Earth, of course that would calm him. For Tessa, it didn't matter if she practiced indoors or out. Still, the weather was nice, and she was too distracted today to worry about what was going on in the dojo.
Leaving her katana safely stashed in her car - after all, people still looked at you funny if you ran around carrying a sword - Tessa made her way out into the park, looking for a good spot to set up shop for a while. She was still in her workout gear from the dojo, yoga pants and a simple tank, hair pulled back into a ponytail, and minding her own damn business for once in her life when she saw the couple walking past her. No big deal, and she thought nothing of it as she continued walking.
She did, however, notice the fact that the man had a dog, and then she saw the man go down, being strangled by... a rope? Something was just not right here and before Tessa really knew what she was doing, she was running over to them, not a second thought about how it might be dangerous, or that she might get hurt. It had never stopped her before.
Someone trying to fight back was not all that new for Kiara, she actually expected it and would have been disappointed had Angel not put up at least a bit of a struggle. She braced her elbows against his shoulders as he tried to flip them, knee digging into his back as - Someone's coming! Eilir cried out the warning, wings beating at Kiara's face to try and pull her out of the murderlust. Kiara's eyes narrowed as her head snapped up and she saw that her familiar was right, there was someone coming at them. A tiny little excuse of a woman. "Oh aye that's a threat," Kiara tossed her head, not loosening her hold. Typically she wanted to go for her knife now and start the bleeding process but there was too much fight and someone coming. "Have a bit o' a problem?" Kiara tossed at the woman as her mind tried to remember which spells caused forgetfulness. "Didn't your mother teach you not to go interrupting someone's work when you were clinging to her skirts?"
Angel wanted to warn the other person, to shoo them away, but he couldn't. It wasn't possible right now since Eileen had a tight grip on the rope around his neck. In fact, seeing as how it was impossible to breathe and he'd been without oxygen for at least a couple of minutes now, he was feeling lightheaded and he was slowly blacking out, his entire body going lax at once.
Tessa had never been the type to run away from a fight. And yes, her size led most people to believe they could take her out easily, a mistake, to be sure. The petite woman was a third degree black belt and damn proud of it - and she didn't hesitate to show off those skills, either. Now she was regretting not having her katana with her after all. She did the first thing she thought of - she ran up and kicked the woman square in the side, with the intent of getting the rope out of her hands. The man didn't look like he could help much in a fight, but only because he was being choked to death. "My mother always did have a hard time telling me what to do," she muttered under her breath, wondering if she'd need to use fire to get the upper hand, this time.
When Kiara felt Angel beginning to grow lax she could not help but grin, her murderlust giving a crow of victory. Just a little longer and he would - "Ow!" Kiara yelped as something collided hard with her side, knocking her right off the man despite the grip she had had. Her eyes narrowed as she put a hand to her side and glared at the little woman who had kicked her. "Now who the bloody hell do you think you are?" she demanded as she got to her feet, very tempted to pull out her knife and finish Angel off right then, with the murderlust bubbling it was all that she wanted to do. Her fingers did slide in to her knife, but not to be used for killing. Bending down she gave a quick slice to Angel's arm, catching a palmful of the blood and flinging it right at this little woman. A quick spell, amplified by the presence of Eilir, meant for temporary blinding if it hit right. And she hoped it hit right because the last thing she needed was to be identified.
Angel had never been so startled when he felt the rope loosen and his consciousness return. Looking around, his eyes grew wide as he realized that the small girl had kicked Eileen off of him. Before he could move though, she'd cut his arm and he let out a loud yelp as she sliced the blade against his arm. "FUCK!" He jumped up, staggering because he was still so dizzy and lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. He rubbed his throat, while gasping in air. Whirling around he tried to listen to see if he could help the other girl take Eileen down. Not knowing what was going on, Angel just knew that his throat was burning and his arm stung like hell.
Tessa had a retort for that, but the next thing she knew she was stumbling backward, the blood flicking into her face and for a moment's breath, she couldn't see a god damn thing. And that pissed the fire elemental off. "Could ask you the same thing," she said, rubbing the blood out of her eyes - she was going to definitely need a shower now before she went on with the rest of her day - and summoning a small ball of flame into her other hand. She couldn't see the woman's face, but she could see where she was standing, and that was good enough for Tessa.
There was fire in that woman's hand and Kiara did not even pretend to like the sight of that. Fire elementals could be a dangerous sort and since this one had gone and tried to stop her from finishing off Angel she supposed that she would not be likely to come in on her side. Ah well, her loss. "Oh I'm just someone having fun," Kiara tossed out as an answer, grinning brightly before sending an encouraging thought to Eilir. Time to get out of here, go on fly off. And the butterfly was gone. Flipping the knife over in her hand, Kiara slipped up behind Angel and drove the knife into his side. "Too bad you had to try fighting," she purred into his ear as she let go. The murderlust was not fading because he was still breathing but Kiara did not want to stick around and get lit on fire for her trouble. A thought and suddenly she was smaller and feathered, fighting her way out of the heap of clothing she had left behind as she took flight after her familiar. The siren knew when retreat was more than just a viable option.
Angel grunted as the knife was plunged into his side. As soon as she let go, he fell to the ground. His hand covered the knife wound, blood already having soaked through his shirt. He was losing a lot of blood between the wound at his side and the slice to his arm. Kneeling on the ground, clutching his side, Angel turned his face trying to see if he could hear the other girl. "Hello? You still there?" He'd heard the flap of wings and then nothing else. Where Eileen had gone was a mystery to him. It was times like these that he hated being blind. He couldn't tell what was going on, where he was, who was with him. The pain in his side was excruciating, the knife wound was pretty deep. Angel hissed through his teeth as his side throbbed and burned.
Fun? She called trying to kill someone fun? Tessa was all rage now and if she could have turned into fire itself, she likely would have. All she could do now, though, was watch as the woman shifted and took off, leaving nothing but clothes behind - and the man, now on the ground, clutching his side. "Fucking bitch," she muttered under her breath, glad she was at least able to see the man's face as she rushed to him, dismissing the flames that had been in her hand. "I'm right here." She grabbed the clothes the woman left behind, balling up the shirt and pressing it against this side. Guess she had to have the last word after all. The wound was bleeding, a lot, and Tessa only knew basic first aid. "Hold on, I'm gonna call 911." The last thing she wanted to deal with was cops, but the guy needed an ambulance.
With the hand not pressing the shirt against his side, Angel reached up, searching out her hand before grabbing. "Don't leave." His voice was low and raspy with pain, a fire burning in his side. The last thing he wanted was for the girl to walk off and leave him bleeding and blind. "Where's my dog? Do you see her? ANNIE!" As he called for her, he felt a cold nose pressing into his neck. "Hey girl." He let go of the girl to pull Annie close to him. "911 would be great," he wheezed, feeling light headed from the blood loss.
Tessa fumbled with her other hand, grabbing her cell phone out of her pocket. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," she reassured him. Seriously, what kind of person would that make her if she left the guy here to bleed to death? No better than the bitch who just stabbed him, that was for damn sure. It took a moment for her to realize that he was blind, and that Annie was his guide dog, which in turn just pissed her off further. Who preyed on people like that? Dialing the number, she held the phone between her ear and her shoulder, using both hands to keep the pressure on the wound, she said, "I'm Tessa. What's your name?"
Hissing through his teeth, Angel squeezed his eyes closed in pain as her hands pressed against the stab wound on his side. Annie put a paw on his knee as he hissed with pain. Damn the girl was strong. "Make sure they can take my dog," he said, his voice soft. He was tired, so tired. "Angel Ambrose," he answered her. "Thank you so much for helping me," his voice fading as he rested his head against Annie.