Broken Brick (Cinnamon Cherrywhip)
Posted: 01 Jun 2014, 22:29
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Brick: A sigh of relief had escaped his lungs when he heard the rumors of those around him that the boss of the building had been killed. His body ached in places he hadn't known existed and the only reason he had been able to keep going was due to the narcotics he kept injecting into his veins whenever he felt like his mind was slipping. Madison would surely shoot him if she ever found out that Brick was lying to her about his physical state and that he was on the needle but it wasn't like she ever came down from the higher floors to check on him or bothered to use her powers that would allow her to see past his lies. He was abusing the trust that was there and he knew it but he also knew how important it was to her that he collect items found in these buildings. When it was all said and done, he exited the Wickbridge skyscraper and took to the alleyways, making his way towards the transit so he could head to the clinic and get cleaned up. There was no way he could tome to the Den looking as he was.
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: CC was frustrated as all hell with these damn buildings. She could kill the fuckers inside with ease, but sit her at a computer, show her the fae language or tell her to pick a lock and she went to pieces. Relying on others was not one of CC's strong points - in fact it wasn't a point at all. She relied on herself and only herself - it was the best way. She'd left the building as soon as she'd heard the whispers of the boss being dead - and she was pissed as hell. Standing in one of the nearby alleys, hidden in the shadows of a fire escape, she was fingering a hole in her abdomen where she'd been shot, when a human went past. She didn't recognise him, but he looked pretty hellish - smelt it too. There was just something..... off in his scent. She didn't care though, she just knew she had to replace the blood she'd lost. So she followed, looking for her moment to pounce.
Brick: The multiple burns from proximity mines across his body and the gunshot wound to his leg made his pace a slow one at best. The jeans and t-shirt he was wearing were torn, burnt and some of it felt like it had grafted onto the burned flesh beneath it. Every step he took caused a wheezing breath of pain. Brick debated stopping to inject the last of the methamphetamine concoction one of his buddies had made for him but decided against it. He didn't need to go bounding into the clinic like he was in tip-top shape and have them shove him into rehabilitation.
Sooner or later he was going to need to admit to Madison that he couldn't carry on like he had been or it was going to kill him. He was surprised that he hadn't heard from her yet, normally they both tomed to the Den afterward to take inventory of what they had found. Perhaps she hadn't made it back herself yet. Lost in his thoughts, trying to ignore the pain, the ginger-headed thrall took a wrong step and turned the ankle of his injured leg in a pothole in the pavement. A hiss escaped him as he hopped over to a dumpster to pause and steady himself.
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: And there it was, her in. Smiling, she hurried over to his side in her stripper heels, letting them clip on the concrete with her hot pant clad hips wiggling. Luckily, this evening her halterneck covered her midriff where it didn't usually, so the bullet-wound wasn't obvious - especially not in this light. She flipped her hair over one shoulder as her fingers danced over his shoulders and neck, a silky purring voice slipping from her lips. "Looks like you're having some issues there? Mmmmm. Anything I can 'help' with?"
Brick: He heard the click of heels, his bright blue eyes darting to the side to see feminine feet clad in the cause of the sound. His eyes traveled up the length of the woman's bare legs, over her midriff and bosom until he finally reached her face. While she was dressed like a lot lizard, she didn't truly have the physique of ones he was used to. Her form was muscular but not in any way manly, unlike most of the prostitutes he saw wandering around which were mostly washed up and drugged out junkies. It shone in his eyes, even in his state, that he appreciated what he saw. If only he wasn't practically a husk at the moment, he might have taken her up on her offer.
"Probably not, unless you've got more of a magic touch than just gives pleasure," he responded to her question of 'help'.
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She saw the look in his eyes and couldn't help but laugh internally at how easy it was to appeal to men. Her fingers teased across his cheek, down his neck and onto his shoulder as she stepped in really close to invade his personal space. Her legs were either side of his as she pressed his back to the dumpster with just her physical presence and confidence - though he could easily slip away if he wanted to. "Babe, my touch can take you to places you've never even dreamed of" She purred, eyes slipping from his to look at his neck while trying to ignore the state and smell of him.
Brick: His signature cocky grin started to spread across his lips as she trailed her fingers over his cheek but it was quickly lost when she pushed him back up against the dumpster. He hissed in pain as pressure came down on sensitive burnt flesh. "In the state I'm in, touching me is sadly the last thing I want you to do."
Brick caught the glance she gave his neck. He'd seen it enough times to recognize it for what it was. Great. Just what he needed. A vampire hooker trying to lure him in with sex. Why couldn't this stuff happen to him when he wasn't fried to a crisp!? He probably would have willingly let her bite him then. Instead, given his condition, he attempted to duck out of the position she had him in so the dumpster wasn't digging into his back. His lopsided grin was coming back as he looked at her and stated, "I don't think you want to do that either. This Ripper guy says I taste absolutely foul."
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She let him slip out of where she'd guided him, turning to watch with a smile. However, that smile quickly vanished when he mentioned how he tasted, as well as Ripper. She knew of him, had stabbed him even, so she knew he was a vampire. The problem was, this human knew he was a vampire too, and had now decided that she was one too. She let out a sigh, shaking her head sadly as she reached into the back of her hotpants and drew out a switchblade. Letting the blade swing free, she picked at some grime under her nails and cast him a glance. "You know, all I wanted was a few mouths full. I'd not have hurt you, and you'd have felt so happy afterwards. But - you know too much. Which means there's only one ******* way this can now go. And I'd be ******* lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to seeing you sliced and diced. I do take such pleasure in the blood. So, easy or hard? Your choice."
Brick: "You don't think I've been sliced and diced before?" Brick snickered as he reached for his own blade. He was hoping he could bluff his way through this, convince her that he wasn't worth her time and there would be consequences to any action against him. "I gave those tree-hugging hypocrites a run for their money when they gang-banged my *** to the hospital. I don't know too much, I know whatever it is my vampire wants me to know. Yeah..I belong to someone. And she's going to be right pissed if you touch a single ginger hair on my head or nick a freckle off my bod."
Madison: Not even a few blocks away, Madison was waiting impatiently for Brick at the tome in section of the Den. They had a routine. Raid ends, tome, count inventory, sell it, get bandaged up, continue on. This was the first time ever that he'd taken so long to get back to the Den. She'd already gone through everything she had and sold it, bought a few blood bags with the funds and then deposited the rest. Now she just needed Brick to stop taking his sweet *** time getting here. The man had five minutes before she started getting really irritated.
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: "Awwww ******* look. The little human has a toothpick." She chuckled, closing the gap between them slowly. "Honey, I'm going to **** you up so much - there won't be any coming back from it. When I do ****,I ******* do it properly." And with that, she ran at him with celerity fueled steps and was around and behind him before he could blink. Her arm wrapped around his shoulders and she leant over his shoulder to his ear, purring. "This won't hurt a bit, but afterwards.... ******* right it will!" And her fangs pierced his skin without a breath to feed and regain the lost blood.
Brick: She had him in her grasp before he could even fully pull out his weapon. Adrenaline pumped through his system, body going into fight or flight mode and overcoming the amount of pain he was in. He had no option but to try and fight off the much stronger vampire. Struggled as he may, her fangs were in his neck but in this moment, it was his turn to laugh. While Brick knew this would leave him even weaker, the Sanguivore's Bane that he wore about his neck began to heat up against his chest where it lay beneath his shirt. The fancy little relic that Madison had given him had saved his *** more times than not. He knew what came next. She'd get a mouthful of poisonous blood that would cause her to bleed. Served the ***** right.
Madison: Two minutes had barely passed before Madison got irritated. Time and patience really weren't her forte. Reaching out to Brick with her mind, she spoke into it, "Where the hell are you!? Hurry up already!"
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: Her grip on him was firm and she wasn't going to give up her meal that easily. She finished her meal, feeling satiated and with no ill effects - totally unaware he had a relic on. She'd experienced the relic's work before, so she knew the taste and what it did - but there was nothing and she was oblivious to the fact he held one. Otherwise, she'd have tried to steal it from him for her own thrall Leo, or for her partner. Letting him go once she was done, she danced away from him, licking her lips. "Mmmmm. I do believe you were lying about Ripper. You were very tasty! And it's such a shame that I won't get to taste you again - but you know, needs must. So, defend yourself...." And she waited to see if he'd retrieve his weapon, or what he'd do - her own knife ready and poised and a grin on her face.
Brick: A sigh of relief had escaped his lungs when he heard the rumors of those around him that the boss of the building had been killed. His body ached in places he hadn't known existed and the only reason he had been able to keep going was due to the narcotics he kept injecting into his veins whenever he felt like his mind was slipping. Madison would surely shoot him if she ever found out that Brick was lying to her about his physical state and that he was on the needle but it wasn't like she ever came down from the higher floors to check on him or bothered to use her powers that would allow her to see past his lies. He was abusing the trust that was there and he knew it but he also knew how important it was to her that he collect items found in these buildings. When it was all said and done, he exited the Wickbridge skyscraper and took to the alleyways, making his way towards the transit so he could head to the clinic and get cleaned up. There was no way he could tome to the Den looking as he was.
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: CC was frustrated as all hell with these damn buildings. She could kill the fuckers inside with ease, but sit her at a computer, show her the fae language or tell her to pick a lock and she went to pieces. Relying on others was not one of CC's strong points - in fact it wasn't a point at all. She relied on herself and only herself - it was the best way. She'd left the building as soon as she'd heard the whispers of the boss being dead - and she was pissed as hell. Standing in one of the nearby alleys, hidden in the shadows of a fire escape, she was fingering a hole in her abdomen where she'd been shot, when a human went past. She didn't recognise him, but he looked pretty hellish - smelt it too. There was just something..... off in his scent. She didn't care though, she just knew she had to replace the blood she'd lost. So she followed, looking for her moment to pounce.
Brick: The multiple burns from proximity mines across his body and the gunshot wound to his leg made his pace a slow one at best. The jeans and t-shirt he was wearing were torn, burnt and some of it felt like it had grafted onto the burned flesh beneath it. Every step he took caused a wheezing breath of pain. Brick debated stopping to inject the last of the methamphetamine concoction one of his buddies had made for him but decided against it. He didn't need to go bounding into the clinic like he was in tip-top shape and have them shove him into rehabilitation.
Sooner or later he was going to need to admit to Madison that he couldn't carry on like he had been or it was going to kill him. He was surprised that he hadn't heard from her yet, normally they both tomed to the Den afterward to take inventory of what they had found. Perhaps she hadn't made it back herself yet. Lost in his thoughts, trying to ignore the pain, the ginger-headed thrall took a wrong step and turned the ankle of his injured leg in a pothole in the pavement. A hiss escaped him as he hopped over to a dumpster to pause and steady himself.
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: And there it was, her in. Smiling, she hurried over to his side in her stripper heels, letting them clip on the concrete with her hot pant clad hips wiggling. Luckily, this evening her halterneck covered her midriff where it didn't usually, so the bullet-wound wasn't obvious - especially not in this light. She flipped her hair over one shoulder as her fingers danced over his shoulders and neck, a silky purring voice slipping from her lips. "Looks like you're having some issues there? Mmmmm. Anything I can 'help' with?"
Brick: He heard the click of heels, his bright blue eyes darting to the side to see feminine feet clad in the cause of the sound. His eyes traveled up the length of the woman's bare legs, over her midriff and bosom until he finally reached her face. While she was dressed like a lot lizard, she didn't truly have the physique of ones he was used to. Her form was muscular but not in any way manly, unlike most of the prostitutes he saw wandering around which were mostly washed up and drugged out junkies. It shone in his eyes, even in his state, that he appreciated what he saw. If only he wasn't practically a husk at the moment, he might have taken her up on her offer.
"Probably not, unless you've got more of a magic touch than just gives pleasure," he responded to her question of 'help'.
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She saw the look in his eyes and couldn't help but laugh internally at how easy it was to appeal to men. Her fingers teased across his cheek, down his neck and onto his shoulder as she stepped in really close to invade his personal space. Her legs were either side of his as she pressed his back to the dumpster with just her physical presence and confidence - though he could easily slip away if he wanted to. "Babe, my touch can take you to places you've never even dreamed of" She purred, eyes slipping from his to look at his neck while trying to ignore the state and smell of him.
Brick: His signature cocky grin started to spread across his lips as she trailed her fingers over his cheek but it was quickly lost when she pushed him back up against the dumpster. He hissed in pain as pressure came down on sensitive burnt flesh. "In the state I'm in, touching me is sadly the last thing I want you to do."
Brick caught the glance she gave his neck. He'd seen it enough times to recognize it for what it was. Great. Just what he needed. A vampire hooker trying to lure him in with sex. Why couldn't this stuff happen to him when he wasn't fried to a crisp!? He probably would have willingly let her bite him then. Instead, given his condition, he attempted to duck out of the position she had him in so the dumpster wasn't digging into his back. His lopsided grin was coming back as he looked at her and stated, "I don't think you want to do that either. This Ripper guy says I taste absolutely foul."
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: She let him slip out of where she'd guided him, turning to watch with a smile. However, that smile quickly vanished when he mentioned how he tasted, as well as Ripper. She knew of him, had stabbed him even, so she knew he was a vampire. The problem was, this human knew he was a vampire too, and had now decided that she was one too. She let out a sigh, shaking her head sadly as she reached into the back of her hotpants and drew out a switchblade. Letting the blade swing free, she picked at some grime under her nails and cast him a glance. "You know, all I wanted was a few mouths full. I'd not have hurt you, and you'd have felt so happy afterwards. But - you know too much. Which means there's only one ******* way this can now go. And I'd be ******* lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to seeing you sliced and diced. I do take such pleasure in the blood. So, easy or hard? Your choice."
Brick: "You don't think I've been sliced and diced before?" Brick snickered as he reached for his own blade. He was hoping he could bluff his way through this, convince her that he wasn't worth her time and there would be consequences to any action against him. "I gave those tree-hugging hypocrites a run for their money when they gang-banged my *** to the hospital. I don't know too much, I know whatever it is my vampire wants me to know. Yeah..I belong to someone. And she's going to be right pissed if you touch a single ginger hair on my head or nick a freckle off my bod."
Madison: Not even a few blocks away, Madison was waiting impatiently for Brick at the tome in section of the Den. They had a routine. Raid ends, tome, count inventory, sell it, get bandaged up, continue on. This was the first time ever that he'd taken so long to get back to the Den. She'd already gone through everything she had and sold it, bought a few blood bags with the funds and then deposited the rest. Now she just needed Brick to stop taking his sweet *** time getting here. The man had five minutes before she started getting really irritated.
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: "Awwww ******* look. The little human has a toothpick." She chuckled, closing the gap between them slowly. "Honey, I'm going to **** you up so much - there won't be any coming back from it. When I do ****,I ******* do it properly." And with that, she ran at him with celerity fueled steps and was around and behind him before he could blink. Her arm wrapped around his shoulders and she leant over his shoulder to his ear, purring. "This won't hurt a bit, but afterwards.... ******* right it will!" And her fangs pierced his skin without a breath to feed and regain the lost blood.
Brick: She had him in her grasp before he could even fully pull out his weapon. Adrenaline pumped through his system, body going into fight or flight mode and overcoming the amount of pain he was in. He had no option but to try and fight off the much stronger vampire. Struggled as he may, her fangs were in his neck but in this moment, it was his turn to laugh. While Brick knew this would leave him even weaker, the Sanguivore's Bane that he wore about his neck began to heat up against his chest where it lay beneath his shirt. The fancy little relic that Madison had given him had saved his *** more times than not. He knew what came next. She'd get a mouthful of poisonous blood that would cause her to bleed. Served the ***** right.
Madison: Two minutes had barely passed before Madison got irritated. Time and patience really weren't her forte. Reaching out to Brick with her mind, she spoke into it, "Where the hell are you!? Hurry up already!"
Cinnamon Cherrywhip: Her grip on him was firm and she wasn't going to give up her meal that easily. She finished her meal, feeling satiated and with no ill effects - totally unaware he had a relic on. She'd experienced the relic's work before, so she knew the taste and what it did - but there was nothing and she was oblivious to the fact he held one. Otherwise, she'd have tried to steal it from him for her own thrall Leo, or for her partner. Letting him go once she was done, she danced away from him, licking her lips. "Mmmmm. I do believe you were lying about Ripper. You were very tasty! And it's such a shame that I won't get to taste you again - but you know, needs must. So, defend yourself...." And she waited to see if he'd retrieve his weapon, or what he'd do - her own knife ready and poised and a grin on her face.