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Post by admin on Oct 11, 2008 11:02:42 GMT -8
Eris had made a peregrination across the lands, through the deserts of Vegas and down to the strip. Made her way through the bad parts of town only to end up in a nearly empty warehouse district. She'd caused chaos, mayhem wherever she roamed. Car accidents. Shootings. Spontaneous explosions.
All in all it had been a pretty boring day.
But now, with no one to harass and no panic to ensue, that was the biggest boredom of all. She'd taken a moment to lean against a building, a frown marring her pretty face. She missed the days of war, the past where anything could go wrong. Now people were so prepared for disaster that it made her job that much harder. Pity. Just meant she had to be more creative.
When the foundations of the building she leaned against began to crumble and give way to the weight above them, she barely took note of it. Not like any people were around to have any adverse reaction. And when the building collapsed and debris crashed all around her, she merely looked down at the slab of wall that had nearly taken her head off and said,
"Well, I hadn't planned on that happening," and sighed in exasperation.
It would have been much more entertaining if something had hit her. If she'd even had a moment of panic herself. But no, no. Of course not. When she didn't purposefully cause the chaos, then there was no danger to her person.
And what was life without the risks? What was fun without the danger? Who was she if not for chaos?
Such a boring day indeed.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 11, 2008 11:07:36 GMT -8
His warehouse. HIS warehouse! HIS! HIS! HIS!
And it had COLLAPSED!
Liam had just been minding his own business, taken a smoking break outside when all of a sudden, his frackin' warehouse caved in on itself! WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT?!?! That sucker should have survived a bombing, but no-oo-ooooooo. NO! The damn thing was now... it was now.... And it... ARGH!
And a damn steel beam had so rudely bombarded his head, thank you very much! That was going to leave a nasty headache!
HIS WAREHOUSE!
"Bloody hell!" Liam yelled, throwing the beam to the side and stalking towards what USED to be HIS office. "WHAT? WHAT?!?!"
And there was a lone female standing among the rubble, and not even looking shaken. Why was she still alive? And you know, you know what? FINE! He'd kill her himself! This was her fault! It was always the woman's fault! ALWAYS!
"WHAT?!" he yelled at her, throwing his cigarette down.
Vision turned red. Pulse raced. He was so in need of killing something.
HIS WAREHOUSE!!!!
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Post by admin on Oct 11, 2008 11:17:02 GMT -8
Oh, wow. Someone had been around for the chaos. Lovely, indeed. Very lovely. But how he had survived, that was another question.
But oh, was he so livid. Even lovelier.
With a smile worthy of war, a lascivious grin that spoke of sensuality and murder, someone just a little off their rocker, she stepped over a piece of the foundation and met the raging man halfway.
"Aw, poor baby, did you get your knickers in a twist," she taunted, her eyes gleaming, "Did you get a little scared? Did the itty bitty Englishman wet himself? Aaawww."
She ducked away from him, laughing suddenly. There was an edge of broken glass and spontaneous combustion to it. Maddening. Maniacal. Pure glee.
"Aren't you just a lucky one? Surviving such chaos! Pity I'll have to change that. You see, I'm just too bored right now to let such a thing happen. Although... with your anger, such a cute little pet you'd be!"
She ducked around him again, spinning and dancing to the sounds of glass tinkling to the ground and the ground shifting from the fall of the building. A melody that only she would find out of such chaos.
And then she was in front of him again, purposely manipulating chaos in her favor so she would have just enough time to....
"Perhaps it's time for your luck to change, yes?"
And with another laugh she darted forward and grabbed his face between her hands. A moment to laugh in his face. To take in the rage in his eyes. A quick kiss, a hefty spark, and then she was spinning away in another dance.
"Chaos is a close friend of mine, but shh, I'll share. But only for the night. I doubt you'll last much longer than that!"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Oct 11, 2008 11:24:17 GMT -8
WHAT? How did she move so fast? Damned women! Where did they all come from? Seriously!
And how dare she kiss him without his permission, and and and...
"I AM NOT ITTY BITTY!" he yelled, stalking after her.
Only to trip on another steel beam and crash into the ground head first. And then his pant leg. OH GOD HE WAS ON FIRE! Damned cigarette!
And when was he clumsy?! "WHAT? GET BACK HERE, WENCH! What did you do?!"
It was then that one of his employees decided to call his phone, and he answered it screaming and cursing, all the while trying to beat out the flames.
"Er, Sir," the phone spoke. Well, it was his employee. But still! "We've just checked all the tracking devices on the captives. Everyone in the warehouse has escaped.... And.... Oh, sir. Er. They've just started shutting down. The tracking devices. They're taking them out. We can't keep a read on them."
"F*CK! What about my workers?!"
"They're all dead, sir."
"AND HELENA?!"
There was a moment of silence in which the employee's fear was palpable even over the phone line. "...She's dead as well, sir."
The line went dead, and Liam, still smoking but at least no longer on fire, punched his fist through the metal beam, only to wind up with it stuck to his arm.
CHAOS! CHAOS! Why was there so much chaos! AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!
And this was the start of Liam's reign of terror. His legendary luck had finally run out.
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