[Canada Day 2014] She's Poison ((Ursula Wolfe | Cinnamon C))

[Ursula Wolfe]

Ursula sat on her brand new motorcycle - something she had got herself as a gift to make herself feel better - and smirked as she watched all the people walking in and out of the different areas where the people were partying and celebrating, walking in and out of stores and shops, all doing what they want because today was a national holiday and they wanted to get drunk, party and do gods knows what. She kicked the kickstand down to her bike and got off the powerful vehicle, her legs still vibrating with its power. She smirked at the wicked thought that danced through her mind as she walked down the street, careful to stay away from any dirt and dirt where people were.

She hated killing innocents, it was something she tried to avoid, but if it was that or break the masq, she would take their lives. But she'd do it the slow way, she'd pull her gloves off and make them sick, to sick to talk, poison them so that it looked as though it had just come on. It made the people that talked just sound nuts. There was a sweetness to watching the energy drain from those that she touched, watching as their skin turned green or yellow, watching as their veins grew weak and popped, watching as their eyes turned hallow and dead. She hated to admit it, but she loved the kill, she just didn't love killing the innocent to do it. Everything you do comes back times three. It was the rule of Karma.

As she thought about this, she didn't notice that she had stopped walking, that beneath her the weeds - slowly as they were - were starting to grow until she caught the sight of her shadow move past her. She looked down and sighed, kicking her foot over the growing weed and continuing on, glancing around to make sure that no one had seen what was going on both with the weeds and her shadow who, for the most part, behaved itself and acted as a shadow would. Only if **** was going down would that shadow lash out and attack or vanish completely to go in search of Ursa's wraith uncle - Shadow.

She walked into a shop and glanced around, there were tons of people standing there so when another person came in and shoved her into a red head in front of her, she turned and gave a warning growl to the person, scaring them off and out of the store before she turned back "Sorry, people are ******* lunatics tonight." She grumbled.

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

CC was pissed off, and not in the mood for anyone or anything. While some people might not have thought that much of a surprise, it was worse than usual. Leo was dead. She'd been dead. So other people needed to be dead. That's how it worked, and that's what she'd done that first night she'd got back from the Shadow Realm. She'd found herself a little den of 'bad guys' - gangsters - and wiped them out. It helped that they were of a rival gan to one of the ones she'd been employed by in the past, but that had made her feel confused. She hated the guys back in the day, yet she still felt some sort of fucked up and twisted loyalty to them. While on the other hand, she just wanted to find them all and kill them all. So finding pleasure in killing off everyone the other night - above the pleasure of the killing itself - on their behalf was definitely confusing to her.

Tonight, she should have been in Silks and should have been with Lorelai - who was being more than a little weird about Leo's death - but instead, she was out and prowling for more folks to hurt and maim. Public holidays always brought the idiots out, made more idiotic by the drink they consumed, and showed them for what they were. She seemed to have taken a mantle upon herself as protector of women. She'd realised it a few weeks ago when filling Lorelai in about what she precisely did at work. She put herself in danger, and horrid situations, to keep other women safe - as she gave men an outlet for all of those twisted and deranged feelings and needs. So why not find some of those twisted fucks, and put them out of everyone's misery tonight?

She nipped into a shop to drop off some useless bits and pieces she'd got on her travels, and then was going to be off and out there to make the blood flow. Standing in the queue, some stupid **** smacked into the back of her - and as on edge as she was, she whirled around and lashed out without thinking, aiming to smack whoever it was across the face with the back of her hand. Her face was one of absolute fury, a total over reaction to a bump, but with everything that had happened to her recently - it wasn't really a surprise.

"Yeh, 'people', including you dipshit. ******* watch where you're going and keep out of my goddamn space *****!"

[Ursula Wolfe]

The redhead that Ursa had been force into rounded on her like a viper, causing Ursa to to move her head back ever so slightly before she straightened once more and slid her hands into her pockets so that she didn't hit the woman with a strong right hook. It was so very tempted though when the woman acted like a child and called her all sorts of names. She waited for the woman to end her rant before she responded, her eyes shifted with her anger, going from blue to gold. "Yes, I am a *****, thank you very much." She said trying to keep her voice calm even though she was sure that the anger was clear in her wolven eyes. Ursa then moved her hands to clasp behind her back, another attempt to keep from smacking the woman, but at the same time, she also was easing the red leather gloves she wore to keep from weakening or killing those whom she touched and slid them into her back pockets.

"I have no control over who pushes me into someone else. I have apologized once already, I won't do it again. If you have a problem with that, then by all means, when you are up there, make sure you pick up some Midol." She said with an icy calm voice, her father always told her that there was no point in raising ones voice, the only time she would raise her voice was when she was calling to the spirits, when she was summoning and casting spells. She blinked and in that moment, her wolven eyes returned to her normal icy blue and she plastered on a smile. "You're up." She said as she nodded to the register in front of the woman.

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

So, it was a vampire was it? The way it had moved out of reach of the slap - only a vampire could have managed that one, not to mention the eye change that hadn't gone unnoticed by those who'd turned to stare when CC'd made her comments. She could hear them all around, whispering and asking one another if they'd seen that, and had that woman's eyes really just changed. CC couldn't stop the smirk that crossed her features, knowing that the idiot before her had just fucked up and broken the vampiric code - and so would hopefully pay for it. In fact, wasn't it CC's duty to make sure she paid for it? CC decided it was. And the society norm, dictated that it should die for it's transgressions - and CC would enjoy seeing it bleed everywhere immensely.

Still smirking, and not saying another word, she turned and went up to the counter. She flashed a little token to the man behind the desk and he nodded and beckoned her through to the back, closing down his station. CC flashed a smile at it, and then vanished through the door to the back room, where she laid out the weapons and more, gruesome items that couldn't easily be sold in front of the vanilla folks. A bit of bartering and haggling later - with a couple of threats thrown in too - they came to an agreement on the price for it all. CC left all the items with him, while he passed her a wad of notes that she slipped into her bra top, and then turned and headed out.

With there only being one sales assisstant in the place, 'It' was still standing in the queue waiting when she emerged, and she couldn't help but smirk, wink and then blow her a kiss as she walked by. Her hips slinked from side to side with every step she took, her platform heels clipping on the tiled floor and her tattoos all on display due to the fact her shorts were VERY short and her bra top simply that - two cups and some string to hold it on.

Once out of the shop, she quickly crossed the road and vanished into the park. Finding a spot she could watch the shop door, she leant against the trunk of the tree and found her sword in her hand. Lifting it, her other hand came around to stroke and caress the blade, checking to see how sharp it was to make sure that there would be no issues slicing into the woman's skin and bone.

[Ursula Wolfe]

The woman smirked and that made Ursa's hair stand on end. Then she glanced around and watched the people, listening about how her eyes 'magically' turned colors. Obviously these people failed in science where people with heterochromia were known to have eyes that changed different colors. She waited until the woman turned and disappeared before Ursa smiled sweetly to one of these people and calmly told them about how she had this genetic condition and that she liked to call them mood eyes because the trait only kicked in when her adrenaline was running high - like in the instance that someone would attack her for no reason at all. Thankfully, the lady she spoke to believed her and turned back to turn to her friends. Ursa was quite sure she heard something about the X-Men movies but ignored it. Her own sibling had gold eyes and walked around with them all the time, as far as she knew her sibling never got called out for it.

When the the chick that rounded on her earlier reappeared and walked out with that same annoying *** smirk as well as blowing her a kiss, Ursa had the urge to roll her eyes, instead she smiled sweetly to the woman because unlike the tramp walking around a city in nothing more than underwear and heels in 20 degree weather, Ursa was in something more fitting for the cooler Canadian summer, a red, loose-fitting shirt that was for the most part hidden by her black leather biker jacket that she wore not only because road rash sucked, but she didn't want normal people to brush against her skin and suddenly end up sickly. She reached into the pockets of her matching black leather pants and pulled out the red leather gloves that she normally wore, putting them back on so that she could touch things without causing them to wilt or rust just as the hooker walked out of the store.

Like the chick before her though, she too flashed the silent indication that told him that she was in need of the more private stock, and like the harlot, he walked her into the back room out of the prying eyes of the mortals and mundanes. When she exited not only the private room, but the shop as well, she turned and started to head for her motorcycle, the partiers on the streets didn't pay attention to her, it was one good thing she liked about the powers she had learned from the shadow wraith. Then there was that lovely untraceable power she had picked up, of course she had not yet had a chance to really use it but she did have it active almost every day she could. She watched her the street as she walked, watching her shadow out of the corner of her eye, one hand resting on the grip of her sword.

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

She watched the door of the shop as she leant against the bark of the tree, enjoying the feel of the rough surface against her bare skin. It took a good ten to fifteen minutes or more, before she emerged from the shop and headed towards a bike that had been parked up. CC could tell that she was nervous, well, not nervous, but on edge. Working in the industry she did, you got very good at looking at the lines of someone, the muscle definition, how they held themselves, the smallest of details. Because she was such a perfectionist with herself, and she scrutinised every single thing, she saw the signs and it made her grin.

It looked like the woman was going to get on the bike, to ride away, and CC couldn't have that. Yes, she had celerity - but she wasn't very practised in it and couldn't do it particularly accurately. So she didn't think there was any way she could use it to follow the woman on the bike. It meant that she needed to stop her from getting on it and going - and there was only one way to do that. Reaching into her mohawk, she felt around until she felt the handle of one of her blades and then removed the little throwing knife from where it sat. Taking aim, she tossed it with a flick of her wrist and perfect aim towards the stationary bike wheel. She couldn't help but grin as she watched the blade sink into the tyre, followed by it slowly losing air. Then, just for shits and giggles, she removed another blade from her hair and tossed it at the other wheel - just to be sure the bike were useless.

"Now let's see what you do you stupid cow."

She mumbled to herself, watching with glee.

[Ursula Wolfe]

Just as she reached her brand new motorcycle she heard the sharp pop then a loud hiss. Her eyes immediately traveled to her tire and there it was, a dagger in her front tire. She bent to get it and was surprised by the back tire going soon after, her eyes traveled to it and spotted yet another dagger. She closed her eyes, knowing that they had shifted again and willed herself to calm, even as she pulled the blades free. She tested their weight in her hands as she glanced to her shadow, she could see it slightly motioning towards the park and her eyes lifted. As she spotted the whore before she smiled wickedly and licked her rose red lips. Doing any power here was a death wish, even though a lot of her powers allowed her to bleed into the shadows and hide behind spells.

She pulled out her cellphone, stroking her bike for a moment with her free hand before she placed the daggers into the pocket of her leather jacket. If the ***** was going to harm her baby than Ursa was going to make some money of the weapons the whore had so willingly given her. Her eyes shifted around the block, she was so tempted to use the shadows to make things far harder for an attack because she knew this woman was older, winning a fight was likely bound to get her killed so instead she concentrated on her phone call.

"Yes, thank you... I'll be waiting." Ursa said moments later and then put her phone away and then slid her hands back into her pockets. Worse case scenario, she knew that she had parked close to a sewer, she could easily drop into there and then vanish and the woman would never be able to find her, especially once she tapped into her powers and made herself near impossible to track, plus the relic she kept on her hid her aura. Or at least, that is what Velveteen had told her when she had mentioned that she had found the thing.

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

CC was suddenly distracted from her viewing of the idiot by a noise behind her that sounded human as opposed to natural. Slowly, she turned around as quietly as she could and stared into the bushes that were now rustling. After a few moments, a face appeared and stared at her. At first the look she was given was one of lust, but when the eyes found the sword, it soon turned to fear. She just smiled at him, and silently laughed as a female soon appeared too. It seemed that the young couple had been having a bit of.... recreational fun in the bushes before or after or during a date. However, the bush they'd picked was right beside CC's hiding spot, and a woman standing in the bushes with a sword was hardly in keeping with the masquerade.

She sighed and stepped forwards towards them. As soon as she moved and grabbed the man, the woman tried to run away. Her blade whipped out and cut the woman's tendon, right at her ankle, and she couldn't help but smirk as she watched her go down. Quickly, she sliced through the man's throat and then pounced onto the woman - who was still trying to crawl away as she sobbed. CC sighed and shook her head at the pathetic female, really annoyed that this was all she'd amounted to at the end. Where was the fight? Where was the survival instinct? She'd just seemed to.... give up and lay there waiting to die. CC would have been up on her feet, hopping and fighting, not lying there snivelling. She was so annoyed with her, that she simply stabbed her right through the skull in disgust.

There had barely been a noise from the pair, no cries for help or screams - nothing. It was a poor show, and in CC's mind they had needed to die for that alone. She looked around the park and there was no-one around, no-one had seen a thing. So first the woman, and then the man, were dragged back into the bushes and tucked away from sight. They would of course be discovered at some point, but by then - she'd be long gone. And if she'd lost the idiot because of them, she would NOT have been impressed. Hopefully however, the two blades in her tyres would have meant she couldn't have ridden away - so CC decided it shouldn't be too hard to find her if she'd moved away from her bike already. So turning back to wher she'd last seen her, CC moved a branch aside and peeked out to see what was happening and found the woman staring at her.

CC, full of cheek, just stepped forward, smiled and waved at her - waiting to see what she'd do next. It seemed, that what she did - was make a phone call.

"What a weirdo!"

She muttered softly to herself, waiting.

[Ursula Wolfe]

As the harlot waved to her, Ursa rolled her eyes and then brought her hand up to those ruby lips, pressing three of her fingers to them before blowing a kiss to the chick, of course she ended said kiss with an added flipping of the bird. Then she glanced around and spotted the cafe near by she smirked as she headed into it, making sure to weave between humans ever now and then, sticking to the busier part of the streets. Then as she opened the door and pulled it shut behind her and turned to look out the window, spotting the woman in the park once again, she concentrated on the girl as she whispered a spell she mastered only a week or two into her new life because of a fight that had been going on between the head of her current line and his sire.

Claiming the cafe as her own, she smirked and then walked over to the counter, ordering a cup of black coffee for herself. There was no point in sweetening something that should couldn't even swallow. Still, it would allow her to stay in the building, she knew that at least for this night, she was safe from the woman, if the woman tried to enter she would be in pain, even die if the wraith she had been training with had been correct in its information. She kicked her feet up on a chair and looked out the window, waiting to see if the woman would try to enter the cafe in order to get to her. It would be all the more amusing if she did, she'd love to see how the woman took to not being able to get into a shop, not to mention how she would explain to all the humans coming and going that she couldn't go into the place.

She lifted the cup to her lips and pretended to blow on the hot coffee, both gloved hands holding the cup with a delicate touch that would look like to the humans that she was trying not to burn her hands but still supporting it. "Come and get me..." she whispered tauntingly against the lip of the cup with a wicked smile on her face.

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

Really? Idiot was going to hide in a cafe to make her go in and maybe break the masquerade herself? So wasn't going to happen. She'd used that trick - or one like it - herself on one of the sub par things her sire had made. It had worked perfectly too. Ami had come at her, swinging her sword like a loon in front of a large group of humans who'd screamed and run away. Of course, Ami was a rubbish fighter and CC had avoided her attacks with ease while filming it and then uploading the footage to crownet so she was on the bounty list. A few days later, Tyt had played right into her hands and killed Ami for her. It meant that Pru and the rest of whatever was passing for family couldn't smack her or blame her for anything - as she'd not touched Ami. Ami had broken the masquerade. The, supposed, masquerade protectors had killed Ami. It was a simple, yet perfect plan and it had worked to the letter.

So, having already played that trick, she was hardly going to fall for it herself by confronting the woman in the cafe. No, she was going to stay put here in the park, leaning against the tree and smiling. There was no blood on her, her sword was hidden away by the tree and behind her leg. She simply looked like a woman waiting for someone. Nothing more and nothing less. Innocence was written all over her face as she smiled and nodded to those who passed and looked her way. However, she was close enough to reach out her powers and use them on the woman, so she thought through which she wanted to use first - and then it came to her with a grin.

Reaching into herself, she found her power and then shaped it into a pheremone fuelled ball that was sent directly at the idiot. She felt it wrapping around the woman, and knew that any second the bugs would start to descend. They'd crawl from every crack and crevice in the building, they'd come from the park, the street, the dog **** down the road. Any bug within the vicinity would soon be flying and crawling towards 'The Idiot' in any way they could and through every hole they found. CC might have been blocked from entering - though she didn't know it - but nothing could stop a bug from crawling under the door or through the open window. Smirking, CC just watched and waited for the inevitable to happen, and wondered how 'The Idiot' would respond.