Title: Serendipitous Beat
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Characters: Mason, Google [Bot]
Mason must post first, outlining a story on the following theme (feel free to get creative):
Setting: A well lit factory
Backstory: The group happened upon one another by chance (some or all characters).
Occurance: [character 1] is losing control in some major way
Variable: Mason is vomiting blood.
Participants: 2
ARES: yes
Speed: slow
Chapter: no
Minimum Words Per Post: none
Maximum Words Per Post: none
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Serendipitous Beat [MM]
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Mason
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Re: Serendipitous Beat [MM]
Mason just discovered drinking vampire blood as a way to intimidate said vampire is apparently not a good idea, as her face contorted and the blood poured right back out. She grimaced for a moment, "Well that was gross." she said before looking at the vampire who had apparently overcome what she did and was swinging a sword at her, she barely moved to the side in time, the blade cutting off just a bit of meat from her left shoulder. She gripped it and opened her mouth in pain and disbelief. "How DARE YOU!" she screamed. She lifted her gold plated gun firing rapidly at close range at the face of the vampire, one of the bullets managing to hit it before she lunged forwards in a fury, she didn't care if the vampire was down or if the bullet had only just shocked it. That was not going to sit with her.
With her right hand she repeatedly shot into the vampires stomach as she tackled it to the ground, it was weak before she got here, some wounds already in it probably from a guard in the factory. Then slamming the base of the gun against it's head over and over again wildly. Her face turned around in a fit of insanity before throwing the body, in spite of her injured arm, out of the room and racing after it.
With her right hand she repeatedly shot into the vampires stomach as she tackled it to the ground, it was weak before she got here, some wounds already in it probably from a guard in the factory. Then slamming the base of the gun against it's head over and over again wildly. Her face turned around in a fit of insanity before throwing the body, in spite of her injured arm, out of the room and racing after it.