[tCotR] Shauna Bishop

[Shan]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Shan: Shan slid from the couch and picked up her phone off the table. She was bored. She idly flipped through her text messages, stopping on Tameka. Now there is something that could be fun. She shot off a text. [T]Meka, what are you up to? Im bored.

Meka: Meka was screaming at Shauna and rolling around t he floor, throwing off the woman and scrambling for her phone. Keeping the couch between Meka checked, message, ducked a flying floor lamp and threw herself on the floor and replied. [Text] Get *** kicked. Vels. Alpha. HELP!

Meka: Throwing away her phone she tried for the offensive, ducking more flying **** Shauna was tossing at her and then going in for the body tackle.

Meka: Damn she smelled like warmed over **** and Meka scrunched up her nose and wished like hell she didn't have to get up close and personal with her. This, she wanted to scream at her old College friend, is why daily showers were a must. Ugh, she reeked so bad.

Shan: Shan blinked at the reply. Well damn. What was her colorful sibling getting into?! She grumbled and replied. [T]OMW.

[Shan]

Moving to put her phone back in her pocket, she quickly moved to the door and grabbed up her keys, Anguish, and her new fine blade. Who knew what she needed, what Meka was actually getting into over at Vel's Alpha apartment. She knew that Meka was strong, so she instantly started trying to think of who else could be there that would be able to kick her siblings *** so easily that the woman asked her for help. Of course seeing as how she considered Meka one of the few actual family members that she had left in this city, she quickly threw on her leather jacket and slipped out the door, not even bothering to lock it behind her.

Sliding to the elevator of the Veil building, she took it down to the ground floor. Her other sibling Jordan had been in the raid the last she knew, but she figured he would stop by home soon enough. The raid didnt keep him for forever, especially seeing that she had such trouble with the zombified wolves - meant he wasnt fairing any better. She pushed the thought aside as she stepped into the cool night air and slicked her hands through her hair after strapping her gun and sword to her effectively.

The night was dark. And that was what she needed. She tried to think of Vel's Alpha apartment and activate Celerity, but the power didnt come to life within her as she sighed and shook her head. Reaching up to push her hair off her forehead and pull it back, she tied it behind her head with the hair tie she had stashed on her wrist for instances exactly like this one. Once she was sure it was effectively tied back, she looked around. There were a couple people around, and she just couldnt risk it. So she moved to the side of the building, stepping back behind a dumpster that stank like rotting flesh. turning to face the other building, she bent her knees and suddenly sprang upwards, leaping a superhuman distance upwards as she scaled the last two feet of the building's side to pull herself up over the edge of the rooftop.

Standing up and righting herself, she checked her weapons and then took off in a full sprint, jumping from roof to roof to get to her destination faster. She was sure it could be written off as something like an escaped zoo animal or a... large flying bird. After all, she was moving pretty fast. She made sure her jumps were more outwards than up, just to keep to the rooftops so her visibility was low - helping keep masq was important to her now that she was going to be apart of Ty. So she stayed as hidden as possible, and kept up her speed until she reached the Alpha rooftop. Sliding down the fire escape she jumped from the moving ladder and righted herself, making her way inside and to the elevator. Pressing the correct button, she crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her fingers to her biceps as she waited.

Once the doors opened she stepped out, and made her way over to Vel's door. Reaching for the handle she blinked. The sounds coming from inside were actually that of a struggle, a violent one at that. And she raised a brow as her curiosity got the best of her, not hesitating to push open the door and slip inside, her free hand on the hilt of her sword in case she had to draw it expeditiously.

[Shan]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka was in a quandary. She hadn’t yet decided whether she was going to kill Shauna or not but it certainly seemed like Shauna had fair to made up her mind that she was well and truly gonna kill Meka. Which meant they were at a bit of a stalemate in a bizarre and slightly unlikely role reversal. Meka was meant to be the one who was going to hunt down the girl and kick her rogue vampire *** but it looked like Shauna had decided she was going to do all the *** kicking. And since Meka hadn’t decided quite yet what she was gonna do it meant she was on the defensive.

She ran around the couch, jumped over the coffee table and generally tried to evade the other woman’s attempts to kick her ***. It meant lamps were falling, cushions were scattered and Meka wrestling with the woman in the space between the living room and kitchen. Dining room chairs fell over and Meka had the woman by the hair, trying not to bash her head ‘too’ hard against the floor but thinking she needed some sense knocked into her. For her part Shauna had already split Meka’s lip so blood ran down her puffy lip and she was real close to getting a right mad on.

‹Shan› Shan's hand curled around the hilt to her sword tight enough to make her knuckles go whiter than normal at the scent of blood. Sure, it was another vampires blood, but blood was blood, and Shan was seemingly always thirsty. Reminding herself quickly that she was here to help her sibling, though Meka seemed to have it under control, Shan slid out of her jacket and dropped it on the ground by the front door. No sense in getting that shredded. "Whats going on here Meka? Who is that?" Shan inquired, at probably what was one of the most inopportune moments for Meka.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Shan moved to lean against the couch with her hip. If Meka needed her help she would give it, but not a moment before. After all, Meka had picked the bone with whoever this was that she was effectively giving brain damage to - and until she saw it deemed fit, this wasn’t her fight to fight. Lips curled in a slow smirk as she watched Meka with amusement. The violence made her snicker as she reached up with a hand absentmindedly and scratched at her throat.

‹Tameka Vassey› Since her arms were full Meka scrambled to keep hold on the other black woman and failed, screeching in a very unladylike manner as Shauna took advantage of her distraction and thrust her off, grabbed her hair and used it as leverage to throw Meka under the table. It took out the dinning room set scuttling it like ten pins and Meka the bowling ball. “Shan!” she yelled, ‘Grab her… she’s a rogue!” Tossing off the broken legged table she crawled out and stood, moving fast to intercept her ex-sorority sister who was all set to book it the hell out of dodge. Two against one not being odds the other woman was entirely happy with.

‹Shan› And just as fast as Shan had decided against jumping in on the fray, Meka was thrown clear across the room, taking out the dining room set noisily. Vel will not be happy with this. She thought, shaking her head as she clenched her jaw. Then, Meka informed her that this ratty looking woman in front of her was a rogue. "No ****." She muttered, splaying her hands so that her nails formed long razor like claws on them. She launched at the rogue who had hesitated due to Meka blocking her path to the door, five knife like nails digging into her shoulder while the other hand clawed at her back.

The rogue cried out and swung an elbow instinctively and caught Shan in the jaw, a dark inhuman sound vibrating in her chest as she clung to the woman’s shoulder more tightly as she took another elbow to the face, this time she heard a sickening crunch as the sharp bone collided with her nose and effectively broke it. Blood instantly poured down her face as she instinctively let go, wheeling back a couple of steps with a hand slowly moving up to dash fingertips against the blood and survey them as if she couldn’t believe it. She snarled and looked to Meka with her blood red hues full of anger. "I’m going to kill her." She informed, looking back at the rogue. She lunged again, this time grabbing the woman by her wrist and wrenching it backwards until she heard that signature 'snapcrack' that meant bones had given out under the pressure.

‹Tameka Vassey› The cat was out of the bag, the ugly news of what Shauna had become. Under her mug shot would be a picture of the utter destruction of the living room as if the scattered and broken pieces of furniture were adequate testament to the breakdown of the vampiric mind. It wasn’t like that this event would make it to any printed news but Meka could imagine it well enough. If Shauna had been a human law breaker the photo they used on the front page would tell a story as clearly as the words cleverly written by a by-line seeking journo. Except this wasn’t something that would make the news, print or otherwise. Shauna’s moment in the media would be ended this night and Shan, with her sharp wounds and easy submission of the black woman tipped the scale of decision. Shauna was going to die, needed to die.

Rolling her shoulder she stepped forward. Grabbing the chin of the woman Shan held she gripped her friend’s chin, hauling it so her face tilted up at a painful angle. “I tried to tell you Shauna Bishop that it only took you realising that this life could have been your life and we wouldn’t never have come to this. You could take a shower and you stink, so bad. And you could have found a different kind of life to live. But you chose to swim in your **** like swine.” She growled, her words coming from lips thin with anger. “And now we have no choice.. you’ve lost your mind. You blew **** up! And there aint no way I can save you… I’m not sure there ever was.” Pissed off Meka pushed Shauna’s face to the side, letting her go so the woman dropped against Shan. There was still fight in her but the fight was a lot of hissed expletives aimed at both Shan and Meka both.

“Who the hell do you think I AM Meka Vassey? Who the hell do you think YOU are? I loved my LIFE. I want it BACK and you can’t give it back to ME. CAN YOU!” Shauna screamed, spittle running down her chin, her eyes wild. “Well, I don’t wanna LIVE LIKE THIS… I would rather DIE than have to live off other PEOPLE LIKE A LEECH! So **** YOU… and kiss my ***”

[Tameka Vassey (DELETED 4152)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Shan› The rogue dropped against Shan, and she only tightened her grip on the woman’s wrist, hearing more softer popping noises as the bones wrenched against each other. She clenched her jaw at the words exchanged between the two. Shan felt like she was intruding on something she shouldn’t have been, even though Meka had told her to come help her. The emotional tension between the two of them almost made Shan's stomach wrench. It was like a stifling humidity that wouldn’t clear from the room or was that the way the woman smelled? Shan couldn’t be certain as her nose involuntarily scrunched up at the smell that filled her nostrils. It was far from being that of the delectable scent of blood, and Shan grumbled lightly.

The woman had said it; had admitted to not wanting to live like this. The life that Meka and Shan now lived. Shan couldn’t imagine not being what she was. She found herself smirking wryly at the thought of being a weak human again. No, she would never go back if she had ever been given the chance. She loved what she was - she was a killer, and it showed in her eyes as she whispered. "Want to die eh? We can arrange that." She chuckled and finally reached to draw her sword with her free hand, flipping it in her palm to move to run it through the woman’s gut. But before she could do that, Shauna slipped free against her grip and was spinning around to swipe an open fist full of claws right at her face. She tipped her head and took a side step, slashing out with her blade at the woman’s arm.

She never knew her true strength, and because of that, Shan found that when she used her blade she often hacked off limbs. And this was the case here as well, the rogues arm being caught by the sharp steel of the Enchanted Blade which cut through her appendage like butter. The rogue cried out once more and Shan took an offensive stance, looking over to Meka and raising a brow at her sibling. She glanced down to the arm that laid on the ground that’s fingers were still twitching, and smirked, looking back up to the rogue with amusement in her eyes.

‹Tameka Vassey› It was good Shan was there, good that she had her sword and the look in her eye that meant she was prepared to do what needed to be done. Shan didn’t have memories of the clever Shauna at university with her insanely quick wit or of the late nights they’d stayed awake swotting for the exam the next day. Shan didn’t have memories of late nights and giggling about boys who were on the cusp of being men and how they lusted after them. Shauna had been a part of Meka’s growing up. One of the girls who shared a time in their lives when they too sat on the edge of adulthood and they played at grown up decisions trying not to feel like they were playing dress up.

Slowly Meka nodded. Her heart felt heavy and she wasn’t really sure if she stood there with Shauna on her own if she could make the same decision. No, she thought to herself. She would have. In her way it had taken her so damn long to get to this point because she knew that she had. She knew when she found Shauna that it would end just like this. But she was a coward and in her heart, despite knowing that she’d have done it herself if she had to, she was glad Shan was there.

But she could give Shauna her eyes and the face of someone who had grown up with her and watched her grow into a woman and Shauna wouldn’t die alone and she wouldn’t do in a gutter somewhere like Ty would hand out never knowing or caring about the history of the woman or of the family who would miss her when she was gone. “I can’t save you Shauna and I can see you don’t want saving no how. May the Grace of God be with you.” She finished, the benediction coming automatically to her lips.

‹Shan› She nearly cringed at the benediction that seemed all too holy. It was something that Shan had never liked. She was never forced to go to church, or pray to a god that she felt didn’t exist, but somewhere along the lines she had grown a distaste for it and it never really went away. It only grew, and sunk her heart into more of the cold heartless person that she was. She clenched her jaw as her muscles visibly flexed on the side of her face, swallowing dryly she glanced to Meka then back to the rogue. The woman’s name was Shauna, she had a name, but Shan couldn’t see using it. She was a rogue. Not a real vampire. And because of that, Shan knew that she needed to dispatch her. Like taking out the trash for her.

Moving to circle around the front of the woman who had gone rogue against Meka's every attempt to help her, Shan locked eyes with her. She smirked her devilish signature smirk and tipped her head ever so slightly to the side, flicking her wrist as drops of black feral blood cast from the tip of her sword to the air, suspending there for a moment before vanishing outright. To her it seemed like minutes were passing, though it was probably only seconds after Meka had said the words had Shan raised her blade and expertly plunged it through and through the woman’s heart with a resounding grunt. She took a deep breath, looking into her eyes, though they were not focused on her as they should have been. They were focused on Meka, and the woman’s lips moved lightly as a whisper caught the air from her. "And also with you."

Shan then watched the woman’s eyes go dead, rather, more dead. As if the essence of Shauna had left them, they were cold and as she felt satisfied, she jerked her blade from the woman’s chest only to reach and slip her arm around the woman’s torso, gently laying her to the ground. She knew that Meka had some kind of emotional attachment to this rogue, and because of that she didn’t want to upset that which she called family. So she went about it as delicately as possible. Standing and wiping the back of her free hand to her nose which had finally stopped bleeding, she turned to look at Meka. "I can give you a minute, if you'd like? But then we need to clean this up. Vel's going to have a conniption."

‹Tameka Vassey› And also with you Shauna had said. It felt like the right ending and Shauna had known it long before Meka had and what Shan had done, in that final moment when Shauna’s gaze met hers and she uttered the words they’d heard so many times in the pews of their respective churches. Shauna had asked for and needed death and Meka, no, Shan had sent her home to the Lord like she wanted. Meka watched, a witness as she had been taught to be a witness as her friend turned to thick black smoke the shadow of her friend hanging in their air as if her substance leeched slowly into the surrounding air, expanding, dissipating before it was gone. . There wouldn’t even be a body left over to mourn or to weep over so Meka didn’t. There was sorrow and regret there but it seemed a distant surreal thing.

Shaking her head Meka turned to her sister and the irony of the moment struck her. Her new ‘sister’ had helped her kill her ‘old’ one. Neither of which were related to her by blood but somewhere in the upper reaches of what constituted fate or heaven a bell tolled and a huge piece of her old life fell away. With a small, very small smile she spoke. “Nah, I don’t need a moment… I got three or four lifetimes to work through what happened tonight… I’ll be fine. We better clean this mess up before Vel sees it and rips me a new one.”