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Post by Annie Hendricks on May 29, 2011 1:55:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] be afraid cuz darlin' i'm your worst nightmare - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This was just a usual night for Annie Connors, or atleast the thing inhabiting the girl’s body. How long ago was it that fateful night when the demon possessed her meatsuit and killed her parents while her little sister watched? It seemed like just yesterday but she knew it had been years. The thrill of a kill always stayed with her, but that one alone still hung with her. The demon could never replicate that true high and adrenaline rush. It was what she always looked for in her kills but it always alluded her.
The only thing she could think of to get that feeling was getting the one that got away. Annie was careless when she killed her host’s parents and slit the sister’s throat. Looking back on it now she blames the adrenaline, the reason she didn’t check to make sure the young girl was really dead. Well now there was no use to dwell on it, she just had to finish the job. The sister, Binx as she went by, had gone underground; making it a bit harder for her to find her. That was okay to Annie, she would find her eventually. It just helped with the thrill of waiting to kill her, to get that high again. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than anything it was a chase. This woman loved torture and pain, and yes the young Connors girl was going to suffer…when the time was right. For now she was just going to have some fun.
The demon walked slowly into the musty bar as her blue-gray eyes looked around her in amusement. These poor souls had no idea what just walked in and how she could have them all begging for their mothers. Annie pushed her wavy, jet black hair out of her face as her high heeled boots warn of her approach. Ever so slowly she reached the bar and sat down with a cross of her legs which inched the hem of her dress upwards. With a smirk to the bartender he set a drink in front of her, knowing her favorite before she even asked. He was always a good man to her, all she had to do was flirt a little and he was already eating out of the palm of her hand. That was a game to her, and she was quite okay with that. Annie nodded briefly at him with a smirk as she turned to look at the rest of the occupants. Something in the back of her brain told her this was going to be an interesting night. How interesting she wasn’t sure of. As she scanned the room she waited, daring someone to attempt to talk to her, she was in a devilish mood tonight.
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Post by binx on May 29, 2011 16:26:23 GMT -5
Binx sat outside the bar in a stole Jaguar. It was a prime piece of car. The engine purred in the night like it’s name sake as she ignored the speeding laws, driving around grannies and soccer moms. Binx had even managed to ditch a few cops. The speed didn’t scare her, the thought of getting into an accident didn’t scare her. Being caught by the police sure as shit didn’t scare her. Those stupid fucking pigs wouldn’t be able to hold her in a cell over night if they wanted to. Only if she wanted to, which she sometimes did when she wanted a night off. Tonight wasn’t a night off though. Binx had been tracking Annie for years. Though really that was just a name now. In her heart Binx knew Annie was long dead. Well more like her gut as her heart didn’t work the way it was supposed to. She didn’t feel anything. Except maybe anger. Even then it was rare. There was one button to push that made that anger come out with a fury. With a cigarette in one hand, a fifth of whiskey in the other, Binx leaned back in the seat. Her booted feet rested on the dash. Tipping the bottle to her lips, the whiskey washed over her tongue and settled in her belly. The neon light flickered as Binx stared at the door. She chased the whiskey with a drag off her cigarette before tossing the butt out the window. Binx stepped out of the car. She was armed to the teeth with knives and guns, some visible, many not. She wasn’t fancy or dressy. She wore jeans and tanktop along with stomp-your-ass-into-the-ground boots. Her shoulder length hair hung limply around her face as she walked with determination into the bar. If her intel had been right, then she’d finally found the whore of a demon she’d been looking for all these years. If this was the place, if Annie was here, then shit would go down. One way or another it would end here, tonight. If she wasn’t, well Binx would have a drink, find someone to fuck, and pick up the trail again tomorrow. Binx walked inside, her eyes roaming the building quickly. It wasn’t hard to spot Annie. She was gorgeous. She always had been, but Annie never would have been caught dead in the ‘look-at-my-boobs dress and fuck-me heels that demon slut was wearing. Binx had finally caught up with her sister, and now there would be hell to pay. Some no named guy with booze on his breath walked over to Binx. Before he could hit on her, she jerked her arm back letting her fist fly into his nose. The bones crunched under knuckles and he staggered back, crying out. Binx didn’t care about the blood, or that he was screaming at her, calling her a crazy bitch. All she cared about was the brunette at the bar. Even as people turned to look at Binx, having heard the tussle, she paid them no mind. Pulling a knife out from seemingly nowhere, she approached Annie with every intention of ramming it through her heart. |
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Post by Annie Hendricks on Jun 8, 2011 10:31:45 GMT -5
 Annie was just minding her own business. The alcohol in her hand and the company in the bar was enough for her. This was the life, what she wanted and was hoping for. Being in this body was just a very nice perk. The demon wasn’t naïve to how beautiful it was and that definitely helped when she wanted something. Wearing just the right things got a person a long way in life, and if it didn’t…well that’s what her powers and knife were for. Whoever said violence wasn’t the answer was sadly mistaken and Annie would give testament to that. She was never denied anything if it ended with her running someone though with her knife, which was conveniently tucked into her boot. No one could ever sneak up on her, ever.
So here she was having a nice drink while looking for some form of company to help pass her time. They were all just petty little humans but that didn’t keep her from her own enjoyments. They were so fragile, so beautiful, so easy to manipulate. If there was one thing she learned it was that you can manipulate people very easily when in the body of a beautiful meat suit. For years she knew that before she took hold of her host’s bod. It was always someone gorgeous so that she could bring the people down with just a look. Always easy, humans were such petty creatures that valued looks above anything else. Never did they suspect that a ruthless killer was behind the mask of the beautiful girl in front of them. That was the beauty in it all. Very much like that fairytale she’d heard once, the Grimm brothers got it right with red riding hood. Atleast then the wolf could pounce whenever it wanted. The whole dying because of the huntsman, that part can just be left out.
Annie was to meet with another demon there in a while, they were just going to catch up and perhaps plan their next moves on gaining some power in this food chain that they were all on. Yes, she was trying to find ways to get higher up and gain more power. Wasn’t that what every demon wanted in life? She was merely being active in pursuing it. There was no way that she was going to be on earth and be one of the lower, pathetic demons. No, she wanted power and she was going to get it.
This was just a casual night, something she rather enjoyed really. Annie knew that no matter what she could fight anything without so much as a bad thought about killing them and right now she didn’t feel like killing. That was until she walked in. The one that she made the mistake of not checking to make sure was dead. Binx Connors, the younger sister of her meat suit and her former inhabitant before the human Annie pleaded with the demon to take her instead. She heard her before she saw her, the commotion as she punched another person in the bar. A small smile crept up on her face as she watched in mild amusement. Maybe she was wrong in picking a different sister, this one certainly had some spunk. But then again she was a worthy opponent and made her look forward to their little run ins. It had been a while since she saw her but she already knew that this was going to be interesting.
”Well well, look what the cat dragged in,” she taunted as she watched the girl come towards her with a knife. Annie kept the amused look on her face as she picked up her glass and took a sip, her eyes which were the exact same as before looking over her. ”Tsk, tsk. Did you really think you’d hurt me with that? We’re around innocents Bianca dear, wouldn’t want to raise the body count now would we? [/color] she spoke quietly as she set her glass down to look the girl over, ”I am merely minding my own business, so why don’t you put that knife away before you hurt someone…like yourself.”[/color] This was her cat and mouse game, and it amused her to no end. The girl honestly thought she could just waltz up and hurt her? She was sadly mistaken. But she’d throw her a bone, see what she has to say and maybe play a little. It had been a while since she had this sort of fun and she was itching for more.[/size] Tag: Sully
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Outfit: this!
Notes: Sorry this is so late! <3[/blockquote] |
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