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The Black Lion’s sign flashed eagerly at Salem’s eyes. He stood in the street; rain pouring over him while blurs of people running for shelter bussed about him. He took a moment to breathe in the chaos such a simple element had caused. Such a small and harmless substance had sent everyone running as if it could burn them. Salem looked down as a he lifted his hand, a small stem of a thick plant ripping through the pavement. He left his mark as he walked to the bar, the plant creeping over the pavement like a slithering parasite behind him. As soon as he entered the bar, the smells of alcohol and bodies hit him like a slap in the face, though he welcomed the overwhelming difference to the salty and iron taste of the outside.

<p>With a fixed grin on his face, he came to the back and lingered there, propping his elbows roughly on the counter surface. What was his poison tonight, he wondered over, feverishly looking at the series of drinks behind the bar. His mind became a revolver and soon with the indicating of his hand, he shot the Jack Daniels in the air with a finger. That was his target tonight…. And, looking around him, several ladies decorated the room who had the possibility of being his desert for the night. He smirked impishly imagining all the dirty and inhumane things they could do in the dark of the night. He didn’t noticed the figure behind the bar lingering for his order.</p>

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I'm currently studying Illustration, making weird and wonderful pictures! I'm 20, so can't blame things for being a teenager anymore. I am a huge D&D fan, along side anything mad and creepy. I'm into horror movies, warhammer books and of course, XBOX games. I grew up with Baldurs Gate and Icewind Dale. I dress up a lot (i'm the dark haired one obviously, sorry for the crap and small photo, but it summed my personality up) and have been told that I dress a bit gothy. I also play Magic: The Gathering and play it regularly. Yes I'm that geeky. I grew up in Ireland but now live in England. I love pubbing over clubs, but have been found to make the most out of a shitty club. Thats about it. Ta da!</div>
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<dt>Preparing Bait costarring Fallen asZephy</dt>
<dd>at Fagen Coven.</dd>
<dt>Cross Upside Down [M] costarring Lilith as Sierra</dt>
<dd>at the church.</dd>
<dt>Night Pleasures costarring Fallen as Ryssa</dt>
<dd>at the night club. </dd>
<dt>Hidden Secrets [EVENT] costarring Fallen, Ghost and Cal</dt>
<dd>at the masquerade.</dd>


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<dt>Thread Title Here costarring Partners Here</dt>
<dd>filmed on Date Here in/at Place Goes Right Here</dd>
<dt>Thread Title Here costarring Partners Here</dt>
<dd>filmed on Date Here in/at Place Goes Right Here</dd>
<dt>Thread Title Here costarring Partners Here</dt>
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- - - - - - - - - images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes; they call me on and on across the universe; thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box; they tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe - - - - - - - - - jai guru deva om
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<p>Grey and cloudy, as all such places are, the bitter streets were not looking their best. A light rain was beginning to fall; the concrete darkened to a muddy dull iron and the thin wind snapped at the ankles of passers-by. The noise of traffic was as dull as the weather, a continuous mutter at the edge of hearing. Apart from that, there was no other sound. </p>

<p>Salem pulled his coat closer around him, looking down at the vermin that past him with lusting awe or curiosity, his looks sometimes had that effect. Like moths caught in an amber light, they were transfixed, but always that light will burn. The weight of the sky pressed him down to the ground as he hurried along, his bones now aching. He’d been busy these last few days, seeing contracts to be executed, having his knee dislocated by a stupid oaf of a were, he was wearing down a bit. However this didn’t freeze his skeleton to move as quick as he wanted, and he walked fast, too fast to avoid drawing attention to himself as he wound her way through the cluttered streets. Houses loomed close on each other, but there was hardly anyone else in sight - the rain and listless weather was keeping everyone indoors. Either that, or this was a ghost town; he was on the very edge of the Wasteland, or so it felt. But a tall building attracted him, a church of promises.</p>

<p>A slender finger dipped momentarily into the bowl at the entrance. The clear water sparkled like a liquidised form of clear quartz, and the enchanted substance meet the forehead of Salem, then to his stomach, left shoulder, finishing with his right. Instead of the Fathers verse to escape his lips, only a Cheshire cat like smile crept to grace itself on his face, curling to the far corners of his features like the gargoyles that watched from their perches above. Bless me father for I have sinned…
The cathedral windows glistened with sunlight that could not have existed at this hour of the night. He frowned, stepping cautiously into the singular room of the stony entrance, observing the distorted scenes portrayed in the colourful stained glass that lined the panes of the archway windows. </p>

<p>His ears, slightly pointed at the tip perked up with the sound of echoing voices, some angelic and rhythmed into a haunting sequence of notes that pierced his heart. The lore of such a holy factor was appealing, yet also strangely uncomfortable. Salem cradled the thought of being the demon, but if sins were to be repaid in Hell, he sure was going to be at the end of the whip. Torture in the eyes of the beholder was as picturesque as the form of a woman’s body, each mound of exploration inviting for different fantasies and techniques. An assassin was contracted to kill. Salem was an assassin of sorts, an enforcer as his title, but having a past laced with grotesque memories and mental scars, was it any wonder why the vampire had the twisted mind he had? Being the reaper was more to him then gaining money to survive in the mundane world, in which his Queen planted him in, but taking of the life was a precious as making life. The world has a natural balance, and Salem was the shadows that symbolised death. He was as lethal and impish as any leading demon. He often wondered if he was in fact one, and not the species of weak, mindless undead that made his given race. Even with the delicate trail of velvet like smoke that gathered a following to drift here and there from his body, his presence didn’t cause any disturbance. Didn’t evil blow up in churches? Wasn’t it a haven for people who wish to be away from enticement and sins? Finally he reached the mother Mary at the end and bowed, seemly to see if such a statue held power, while faint whispers of god came from his mouth. </p>

<p>Her skin glowed oddly in the dirty light; her hair had a very strange hue given the effect the stained windows were having. It was a good thing he didn't lift his eyes, else someone might've mistaken him for some nymph, some strange creature bowing to Mary herself. A sound pounded behind him, and in mere reflex his whole body turned in defence. A person glad in a mysterious coating felt short of a few paces behind him. He narrowed his eyes, questioning.</p>


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Apr 6 2014, 03:36 PM
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<p>I AM NOT A BAD MAN EVEN THOUGH I DO BAD THINGS,
very bad things, such horrible things !</p>



<p>Day Whatever: "
I see the city fall to its knees, prostrate before the wave of depraved humanity that infests her. I walk her shadowed angles, the redeemer of her myriad sins. Two men laugh. Fat and content. Soft. Weak. They reek of arrogance. A foul, putrid smell. Like hot dog burps. Or is that actual hot dog burps? Must remember to get nose steamed. Must cut back on hot dogs. A scream echoes in the night. I smile. Work begins.
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Nevermind. Scream was just tires squealing. Been like four hours now and no contract around. I walk the alleyways, knee-deep in human filth. Praying for a kill. A woman jaywalks and I flip her off. Some may call that extreme. Nowhere near extreme enough, I say. She's lucky it wasn't the double bird.
She flips me off back. We stand across the street from one another, still but for the increasingly extravagant sweeping motions I am making with my middle fingers. This battle is lost already, she just doesn't know it yet. She will know it. I will tell her. And when she cannot take anymore, when she has been flipped the bird so hard that she can feel its spiteful protuberance within that stinking rat's nest she calls a mind, only then will I stop. Only then will I relent. Two minutes pass. She turns in disgust and leaves. I call it a victory. There is no victory here. Only levels of defeat.</p>


<p>Day Whatever and 2: "
Idle chatter. Teeth shining behind false masks of pleasantries. The dim insanity held barely checked behind their eyes. Their every twitch screaming. Screaming for release. Screaming for a cease to this mundane existence, plagued with the disrespect and wasteful edicts of the new Kings. 327 she calls. It is my number. I take my Whopper and leave. The streets are my table. The sins of man are my condiments. Killing contracts are my napkin. She forgot pickles. Damn humans.</p></center>[/dohtml]
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