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Plowed
Jul 30, 2008 22:31:39 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 30, 2008 22:31:39 GMT -8
Frost's attitude is probably why it's a good thing her soul mate turns out to not be a human -- although, who knows? Who knows. Who really knows? Jakob suspects, but not exactly, not precisely; even with everything that's happening, it's too mystical, too witchy, too full of fate and destiny and he has already done the religious thing. You're damned, boy...
"Bring me one of the twins, will you?" Jakob says, after a second, still behind the bar.
"You're an idiot," Ilya says, in Russian; his voice thick with it, clotted cream.
"Fuck you. Just bring me one of the twins. You can have the other one."
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And a mere ten minutes later, while Frost has very likely stumbled on the way out that Jakob showed Michael the vampire-quarry, Jakob stalks(.) after Frost, healed and good as new, a flush to his cheeks that one can only get from some fresh stuff. Witches. Man, they're the best when they'll put out. Blood's just tastier! He'd swear by it.
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Plowed
Aug 4, 2008 17:58:39 GMT -8
Post by titan on Aug 4, 2008 17:58:39 GMT -8
It isn't long before Frost forgets about Jakob entirely - convinced that he's back there living it up with twins. She isn't full out running as much as bounding easily after her lost target. It's a damn good thing she's forgotten all about Jakob or she might be angry enough to kill the little bugger when she caught him. Either way, it wouldn't be long. She didn't have the patience. Her goal was to catch him and haul his ass back to Vegas within the hour. And she usually met her goals.
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Plowed
Aug 8, 2008 11:52:23 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Aug 8, 2008 11:52:23 GMT -8
Frost follows Michael. Who is running as swiftly as he can through the warren until he finds the streets of Moscow again. Who is probably running, at this precise moment, beneath the running river. This isn't the sort of hunt a human could really follow on television. It would be about as satisfying as a six second NASCAR race. And Jakob follows Frost.
He would be -- wounded, yes; let's say wounded -- to know that she was already so enmeshed in her work that she'd forgotten all about him. He isn't going very quickly, not as quick as Frost and not as quick as Michael, because why should he waste the effort? He knows that he'll find her. And him, too.
He'd planned a certain kind of night out. This wasn't it. Well, this was good, too! And he could have a private plane ready at a moment's notice.
As long as that bastard Seth paid for gas. Gas prices: phew.
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Plowed
Aug 13, 2008 20:16:02 GMT -8
Post by titan on Aug 13, 2008 20:16:02 GMT -8
Not long now, not long at all. Frost feels her ferocious temper pushing her closer and closer to her target. He isn't the smartest. Seemed to think that Jake - uck. Jake - was letting him go and that he was going to distract her for him. Ungrateful little twerp.
Well hell. Now she was thinking about Jakob. Very slightly. Yep. Slightly. Her goal: she remembers it. Right right. Back to the twerp. Seeing the slight cycle of doom in her mind, she pulls herself to her limit, finally catching up with Michael. This means she can get out of here.
CRAP.
Well, she'll get him without her god damn ax then. Damn it.
He can feel her behind him, but he can't force himself to move any faster. Frost knows this, knows how new he is. Maybe twenty years. She launches herself at the little bastard, bringing him to the ground with an incredible leap and a very loud snarl that echoes through the tunnel. It's pretty easy to get him to stay this time. She has him on his stomach. Shoves a large knife through each of his four limbs into the floor, and sits on his back.
Now it was just a wait. She was sure that Jakob - the bastard - would show up eventually.
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Plowed
Aug 14, 2008 22:15:37 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Aug 14, 2008 22:15:37 GMT -8
And he does.
Frost and Michael don't even have to wait very long for Jakob to arrive. Frost's snarl, as well as the sound of weapons slicing through flesh and bone, the smell of blood, is easy to follow. Jakob surveys the scene: Frost, knives, Michael.
Then his lip curls. Cruel, cruel, cruel. "Well, well, well." About what he'd expect from a made vampire. He doesn't say it outloud, but it's clearly delineated in the way his lip curls. "Your quarry's bleeding out. He'll wither before you ever get him back to Las Vegas. Are you always so messy? You'll have to give him something to drink. And I'll tell you now, it's not going to be anything from my private stock."
He's not really this critical. But it's amusing him to pretend to be so.
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Plowed
Aug 14, 2008 22:44:42 GMT -8
Post by titan on Aug 14, 2008 22:44:42 GMT -8
"Yeah yeah blow it out your ass. I know what I'm doing." And she did. Ok, yes so she had been slightly careless in her anger..but so? SO?! GRR! Everything about Jakob rubbed her the wrong way...which was obviously why she was busy paying attention to him, and not ol' Mikee.
Sighing a sigh that had never been sighed quite so well - including by the king of sighing himself- Frost unshanked Michael and pulled out a vial of blood. It wasn't fresh, but there was a spell on it - oh, she loved the witches that worked for Seth - that kept it less...un...fresh..
She made dumbass drink some. Her thoughts were everywhere. No, she was NOT frazzled. Really. Just...less than composed.
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Plowed
Aug 14, 2008 22:54:24 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Aug 14, 2008 22:54:24 GMT -8
"Tsk. Not going to give the poor boy a real bite, and him not long for this world? Women are definitely the crueler sex."
Jakob watched Michael gulp greedily at what was in the vial. Watched him wincingly attempt to fight back again, without even being able to move. It was more like watching him just flinch with purpose, and fail at that purpose. Jakob shakes his head.
Then decides to get his mind off of feeling a little bad for the poor idiot by harassing Eleanor: "You seem a bit - " He paused, as if searching for precisely the right word. As he did, he smirked. He smirked in a manner that'd cause God to get riled. He had a gift, did Jakob. " - flustered."
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Plowed
Aug 14, 2008 23:17:35 GMT -8
Post by titan on Aug 14, 2008 23:17:35 GMT -8
"I AM NOT- Ahem. I mean, I'm fine." she was lying. Yep, she was. She knew that he knew that she was lying.
"Let's get out of here. Am I mistaken in saying that you have your own jet?"
Changing the subject? Who her? Nahhh
((i'm sorry it is sooooooo hot right now I can't even think properly...sucky short post.))
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Plowed
Aug 18, 2008 18:36:47 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Aug 18, 2008 18:36:47 GMT -8
He smirks. "My mistake." And, really, not a single jury in the world would convict Frost for wanting to smack Jakob right now. There's just something very, very slappable about his smirk. "And You may be wrong about a lot of things, milaya moya," which means, roughly, sweetheart in Russian. Jakob turns the words over on his tongue as if they were mead. Sweet. "But that definitely ain't one of them."
He waits a beat. A, for Frost, very likely frustrating beat, because during the beat, he's just looking at her, maybe expectantly, maybe the way that some Top Chef types eye a cut of beef. Anyway. "...So if your package there is all contained I'll even show you where it is. Do you know how to fly one?"
ooc: no prob -- sorry for taking so long ^_^;;
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Plowed
Aug 18, 2008 22:13:45 GMT -8
Post by titan on Aug 18, 2008 22:13:45 GMT -8
Almost offended.
"Of course I know how to fly." It was one of those things you automatically learned - to escape stupid things like this.
"Well, show me where this plane is so I can get the hell outta dodge." and away from you.
It's not like she was uncomfortable..No, she was just...in need of a good mental beating. All the more reason to get home to Seth.
((UUUUUGH another crappy post...trying to post through my crappiness..))
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Plowed
Aug 18, 2008 22:14:49 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Aug 18, 2008 22:14:49 GMT -8
(( Am I gonna hafta beat you? POSTS R NOT CRAPPY. Just short. (grin) Short does not equal crappy. ))
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Plowed
Aug 18, 2008 22:45:44 GMT -8
Post by titan on Aug 18, 2008 22:45:44 GMT -8
((lol trying to get to the end so that he can come to vegas lol cause i are excited.))
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Plowed
Aug 18, 2008 22:47:43 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Aug 18, 2008 22:47:43 GMT -8
(( Pfft, if that's all you wanted, should've said so -- I am an EXPERT at wrapping up scenes. *g* Just wait and watch. ))
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Plowed
Aug 18, 2008 22:57:16 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Aug 18, 2008 22:57:16 GMT -8
"Really," he says, and his voice is svelt: a knife, slicing through velvet. Svelt. Suspect, okay? And once she has gathered up her 'package', Jakob directs Frost back through the underground tunnels with an elaborate courtesy that is as aristocratic as it is empty.
He keeps up a running commentary, amiable enough, about the architecture, about Moscow in general, about jetplanes in particular, and of course he's not very nice. He's not very nice at all. He condescends. That's what Jakob does. Condescends.
And, just before he drives Frost and Michael (who he hasn't looked at even once, because if he looks at the poor sucker, he'll feel his conscience start up, and Jakob just hates his conscience) to his private little airport, he adds,
"It's really too bad you know how to fly. Because you might get the idea that you're allowed to touch the controls. And you aren't. In fact, I'll be flying you. And when we're in the air, I don't expect any little escape attempts from your package. Capiche?"
He finishes it off with a smile. Frost's response no doubt wipes the smile off his face. And so it goes all the way across the Atlantic...
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