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[Wednesday
May 20th, 2009 at 2:10am] |
Who: Kelsey and Open.
What: Practice.
When: Sunday, August 17th, 2003 - 6pm
Where: Back part of the hotel, parking garage.
Why: Kel’s sick of cleaning up the training room.
Rating: ???
Status: Incomplete
There was only so many fucking times the slayer could stand to break shit in the training room and clean it up before it just starting pissing her the fuck off beyond words. Busting into a full speed run the slayer leapt into the air, delivering a flying kick to a concrete support pillar before pushing off and flipping back into a standing position. Twirling around she followed through with a roundhouse kick, knocking a hunk of concrete away from the fixture before ducking an invisible blow and delivering a right jab followed by a crushing left cross. A single mantra repeated through the slayers mind while she continued to deliver blow after blow to the mammoth pillar she pretended to be her enemy. ‘I will fucking wreck you. I will destroy you. I will reduce you to nothing.’ Breathing rates steadily increased as the slayer broke into a sweat with the imagined blows dodged, strikes delivered and blocks displayed in a vicious dance of carnage and brutality.
A strong blow caused more of the pillar to give away and the slayer to cry out in pain and pleasure as her fist split open on the stone, splattering the area she had just attacked with her own blood. Pulling the hand back fingers slowly flexed and unflexed while the tough girl let out a hiss of mixed pain and pleasure. Dark eyes danced with the sight of spilled blood, even if it was her own. Bring the non-injured hand up the slayer dug her own fingers into the wound letting out a whine of desire. When was the last time it had hurt so good? Eyes rolled back in the slayers head as fingers removed from the broken skin with a strong exhalation of air. “Fuck.” The slayer spat out with a edge of desire around the single word. Would Emma ever get that? It was so fucking amazing to feel things like that. Pain being a deep pleasure all of it’s own.
Smearing the blood over her own hands Kel’s eyes carefully began to examine them as a deep sense of wonder and amazement reminded her why she missed her old life so. Back then she could play with any blood she wanted to, fuck up whoever she wanted, run off with friends that had nothing to do with the rest of her life at any time. Now, there was none of that. It was amazing how much blood a little could look like once it was intentionally spread all over your hands. Closing her eyes the slayer groaned. She would have to clean this. If anyone else saw it they would panic. Except Kylie. Kylie got it, that was one thing they shared even if the other woman would never realize it.
Breathing in deeply shoulders relaxed slowly and arms dangled down to Kel’s side. The anger, anxiousness and frustration left her body for the time being, though the slayer was sure this was only a temporary solution. Maybe she could find something to cut up and examine the insides of, just like the old days. That had always been fun.
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[Wednesday
May 20th, 2009 at 3:09am] |
Who: Iden and Open.
What: A short dance break from work.
When: Wednesday, August 20th, 2003 – 2pm
Where: The Kitchen
Why: Food helps! Though Music makes you move!
Rating: G? PG tops.
Status: Incomplete
The techno witch had been working on things for hours… and hours… and hours and… well… hours. Time flew by when she was in her projects to the point that she never realized how much had gone by until her body heavily retaliated. This time had been the food desire attack. Reluctantly the watcher had pulled her self away from the work bench and forgetting her earbuds were still in Iden hopped down the steps a smile on her face. Sylas had asked her on a date, all the work she was doing was starting to finally see some leeway, Emma had been united with her parents – all the good certainly had to outweigh the bad, right?
Working had caused the outside world to be ignored, then her own thoughts on the issues at hand caused the witch to completely ignore the music blasting in her ears. Finally hitting the bottom of the steps a familiar bass kicked into her ears and Iden grinned at the favorite song. ‘How did I forget I had music on still?’ The watcher questioned her self passively but decided perhaps just not harping on it was the best medicine after all.
Twisting carefully her body lavishly swayed and dipped to the luscious bass beat of the techno dance song. A silky smooth dance of hips swaying, arms fluttering, legs elegantly maneuvering and body flexing in unconsciously seductive ways the techno witch wasn’t even aware of into in the kitchen. Maneuvering her way into the kitchen the witch shook her ass in a twirl as she landed in front of the fridge with a giggle, dropping down into a kneeling position before running her hand up the fridge and hopping back up to her feet. Another giggle slipped from her lips as the youngest watcher pulled the fridge door open looking for a well deserved lunch.
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