Saint's Vs. Sinners Pt. I

[Inora Theos]

Leaning against the door of her room, Inora closed her eyes and reached out with her new-found power. Empathy, it was a brand new feeling for Inora, which made sense since the very definition of empathy was feeling others...feelings. At first, with her eyes closed, Inora could only sense her own feelings, her own fear and anticipation.

So she threw herself further into her concentration. There was fear all through this castle. But most of the fear was far away, and even better for Inora, most of the joy was far away too. She knew she would have to avoid anyone who felt happy in here, because those were definitely the sinners. Then, suddenly, Inora sensed a moment of panic close to her. And then she realized that she could sense the owner of these feelings simply because she knew them so well.

"Ali!" Inora breathed out in a sigh of relief. She slipped the door open soundlessly and headed in the direction she had sensed Ali in. Unfortunately she seemed to have misjudged the distance and found herself running smack dab into Ali. "Sorry!" Nora said quietly. "I sensed you coming but I guess I haven't quite gotten the hang of this whole empathy thing after all. I thought I would have time to warn you I was in front of you at least." She smiled gently and then sighed.

"I feel like we're going to die in here." Nora said, feeling tears prickling, but she pushed them away. "It's so dark and creepy. And there are people like Sevanni Black out there hunting us down. In a much more enclosed space than normal. Which means he'll probably actually find us now."

[Ellie]

Lars, now seeing that the coast was clear, moved his way out of the lounge room. His flamethrower was before him and at ready, his nerves cool an collected so he wouldn't jump and light up any saints if they happened to cross his path.

A crash came from some far end of the house, followed by what felt like movement of footsteps in the floorboards. "Far enough," Lars said to himself as he walked in the opposite direction. If he could hold out on his own for long enough, he'd have an advantage. He wouldn't have many hits, they all would.

The current surroundings were just your typical hallway. Older Victorian decor, though, like antique wallpaper clung to the place. An old worn rug was beneath his feet, making the trek soundless against his converse shoes. He didn't think much of this hunt, so to speak. He rather have a drinking contest... not that it would be much now that he was immortal, but if he was mortal, he'd rather do that. Seems like the only thrill now was killing people. Oh wonderful. And what? What happens when this gets boring. Lars shook his head and moved on, it wasn't the time to think about that. All he had to concentrate was on his team and himself, and making sure every other fucker found themselves on fire.

Lars hesitated as he turned a corner. All the rooms he's come across thus far had been cold and lifeless, no light emitting from them or underneath the doors. Save this one. He allowed curiosity to grasp the best of him as he slowly came into view of the room, his weapon pointed inside.

Lust. Back in he hall in which the rules were stated, they'd all been allowed a fair look at one another. Lars didn't have high hopes for the Saints, however. There remained a few persons who wouldn't hesitate to take down someone, but other's remained questionable, like Inora, Ali and Melanie. Lars figured he'd have to find them at some point, make use of teamwork.

But Lust, Aubrey Mayor.. Lars definitely noticed her taking a keen eye to him. Be it she wanted him gone first, was clearly mocking him, or something.. lustful. Be it as it were, he didn't sense immediate danger, as he stared at her from behind his flamethrower. A tattooed finger eased up in the trigger as he walked closer to the bed she claimed her throne.

"Nice gun, but I could show you a better one," he whispered in little more than a whisper as he slowly let the flamethrower fall from his grasp and hang at his side. It must have simply been her presence that made Love to Lustful, he could only hope he gave off the same power. What was one alliance in this rowdy game?

001. COUNT 470 002. MUSIC Brand New
003. NOTES mmmm 004. TAG Aubrey ;] 005. ATTIRE x

[aubrey]

Patience had never been one of her virtues, in fact, the idea of waiting for anything that might have an empty finale proved to do nothing more than annoy her and fill her with the desire to play this little game for nothing more than the sheer joy of killing someone. A release of her frustration, if she couldn’t accomplish it in the way that she was best, then she would have to settle for her second strongest skill. The deaths were unimportant, and although the goal was for Sin to succeed, as long as she was able to stay in the game then she had little care for who fell. Lust was selfish in that way. Aubrey cared for herself, her own gain, and her own enjoyment. Everything and everyone else was just along for the ride.

The barrel of the gun danced over flesh, brushing over the tips of her breast as she directed it under the fabric of her negligee’. If nothing more…appealing came to her, then at least she was satisfied in the knowledge that she could take care of herself. Her body rolled slightly, back leaning fully against the bed and pillows as she propped herself in a slight upright position, legs drawing up as her knees spread out wide, chin tilting back as eyes closed, fluttering behind thick lashes and creamed colored lids as the barrel began making small circles around her knees, barely kissing her skin as she trailed it down the side of her leg and inward, down her inner thigh.

Teeth tightly trapped the lower sweep of her pout, a pleased hum as the door began to open, Aubrey partially opening glossy eyes, not faltering in the slightest with her actions as she watched her former focus stare at her from behind a flamethrower. This pulled another sound from her throat, but it wasn’t caused by her own actions, Aubrey appreciated a man that could handle a big gun. It made play time more, interesting.

Darkened eyes glimmered as slow, steady paces were made in her direction, it had never occurred to her to feel threatened, in fact, there was a slow warmth that spread through her body, an almost pained burning that alighted somewhere in that space where her heart should have been. Aubrey wanted him to come to her, and with every step that brought him closer to the self-proclaimed throne, the fluttering in her lower abdomen alighted more. Ah, so this was love, or at least the beginning promises of it. How delightful he must feel day in and day out. It was pleasant enough, but Aubrey was too selfish for such compromising and selfless emotions, the steady flare of her sinful desires riding over and crashing into the warmth as soon as his lips parted.

"Nice gun, but I could show you a better one," The caress of whispers danced over her skin, soft tingles of promise shooting across her flesh as her back arched, eyes closing as her head fully tilted back into the pillows. Aubrey just bet that there was a gun, customizable to her own preference. Graceful movements drug her body upright, darkened hues exposing themselves to fall over and fully appreciate the Saint before her. Lars Trell would enjoy her sin spreading over him just as much as she would appreciate his love warming over her.

Wordlessly she moved from the bed, her hand brushing lightly over the flamethrower as she made her way past him, stopping directly before the door so that she could close it. The click of the lock was accompanied by a soft sigh as she rotated her body and leaned against the cool surface of the thick oak. “The bigger the better, but I would hope that you can keep a tense trigger finger…” Eyes flickered momentarily past him, to her own gun that was left abandoned on the bed. “…Especially if the safety is off.”

Fingers trailed lightly down the trim of her dressing, eyes lazily lifting up to gaze at him though lashes. All work and no play made Aubrey one hell of a bitch. It was better for all parties concerned if she played before hand. And even she wanted to be loved occasionally.

[Rose Decumbry]

Rose stopped all momvement. She smelled someone. And it wasn't a vampire either. A werewolf. She recognized the scent too. Even though she never met this girl in person, she recognized and caught her scent while they were waiting to be teleported to their rooms. A little girl, no older then 20 it seemed. She smiled cruelly. A saint too. She swept her hand along the ground, dirt. But her red eyes shone brightly. If this werewolf had a gun, then Rose was less than lucky. She stood up. But the girl might have had a lower age, but Rose had a lower height. Which meant if it came to it, Rose could work her way around her extremely well. She stood up, her small sillhouette barely able to be made out in the darkness. "Here, puppy, puppy, puppy.." She said, her voice taunting. She was blonde too, this werewolf.

Luckily they were in the basement. Where it wouldn't be so obvious to where they were. Only if someone screamed, would their obvious location be given away. Rose tilted her head to the side and spoke again, her British accent thick. "I don't know what Saint you are sweety, but your in for hell of a ride.." She said, and moved. Her Sais out and at close up at her fore arms, pushing into them. Her fangs grew, and her dark hair flashed in a whirlwind behind her. She took one Sai off her arm, and skidded to a stop right in front of Melanie. Her mouth opened, she ducked and ran her Sai along her stomach, the blood drawing her in. Inticing her to drink it. Only if she could and not lose it, would she. But she couldn't. She moved around her then, and her feet hit the wall. "One." She hissed. She had to get five hits, to take her out of the game. But she wouldn't bombard her. No. That'd be just rude. She'd confuse her.

She'd never stop moving. She jumped from her position on the wall. If this girl used up all her bullets in that pretty little gun she had, well, then Rose was secure enough to tear her to a shreaded puppy. Rose kept moving, never being in the same spot, same position for more than a five second period. She smiled to herself, this was gonna be fun. She took a couple seconds to land in front of this girl. "Hi. My name's Rose. What's yours?" She giggled, in the little girl voice that she was stuck with. She then got right up in her face, touching her small nose to hers." Boo." And she was on the move again.

[melaniemercer]

Melanie had walked, quietly from the room she had originally found herself in. She hated this already, she was not one to hurt people, she prided herself in the fact that she doesn't hurt people. Then Marnie did it, she yelped in her head and Melanie froze. 'What? What is it?' she thought to her wolf, wondering what Marnie had caught that Melanie had missed, then it was there. The smell of those blood drinkers. A Vampire. "Here, puppy, puppy, puppy.." Melanie frowned at that, really? That's how this game was going to be played with taunting and childish remarks. How sad and unprofessional.

"I don't know what Saint you are sweety, but your in for hell of a ride.." There was a sudden rush of wind and then a searing pain across Melanie stomach, she yelped, sounding more like a wolf than a human and her hands went to it, the gun hand and her free hand. She pulled her free hand away and looked at the blood on her fingers. Melanie growled then and bared her teeth. "One." Marnie howled and barked inside of her, 'Stop it! You aren't helping right now, Mike isn't here to save us!' Melanie thought to the wolf in her body and Marnie quickly quieted and backed away.

Melanie stood still, focused, she could heard the vampire moving, jumping, running and what not. SHe knew she couldn't get a shot off. Melanie was going to be patient with this one, her bloody hands on her stomach, her gun was held tightly there as well. Then, the little vampire was in front of her, wrong move. "Hi. My name's Rose. What's yours?" Melanie smiled sweetly turned the gun quickly to face the little female vampire and fired one into her stomach, which might be her chest, compared to where the gun was located on Melanie's body. " Boo." IF it hit or not, Melanie didn't stick around to see. The gun had a little kick to it and Melanie moved back some and then turned and ran. She ran semi blindly, but she knew what she was looking for. Her blue eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and in the flash of the gun, she had seen stairs.

She quickly ran up them, slammed into the door, pushing it open, and then shut behind her. "One?" She asked quietly to herself as she took in her new surroundings. She was in the kitchen. She frowned to herself and went to the butcher block, quickly grabbing a few knives and slipping them into her belt. She was sure that they would come in handy for closer combat, like what just happened. She then glanced around, there was a window over the sink, a large kitchen with stainless steel everything, she frowned. She needed to get out of here, find a bathroom or something to clean up her wound, she wasn't stupid, she was a sitting duck now for the vampires who could smell her. She quickly and quietly made her way out of the kitchen and down an empty hallway, searching doors to try and find a bathroom to clean the blood off of herself.



Location :: Hallway off the kitchen, looking for a bathroom, headed deeper into the house.

[zodiac]

The tree bark was starting to hurt his butt, so he attempted to adjust his position, not at all comfortable in anyway. "This isn't going to work..." He said with an annoyed tone. He had been watching the windows, and only saw shadows and hints of movement, but nothing substantial enough to fire upon the house. He couldn't tell if they were teammates or saints. So, he needed to get closer, or go inside. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his gun and jumped from the tree. He had a decent trek in front of him to get to a door and into the castle.

So, he started walking, his attention on the house, but only searching it now for a door that he could enter and possibly not be surprised by a group of saints waiting for him. He shifted his gun, resting it up on his shoulder as he moved towards the house, trying to keep to the darkness, hidden in the shadows. Hoping that he can make it to the house without being seen, but there is no way he could make sure of anything from his location outside of the house.

He slipped through the darkness with ease that comes over time. He was sure that he would make it to the house within a few minutes, but he would not rush it, too much noise would bring unwanted attention to his location. He could smell them now, the different scents of the different species that resided for the time being in that home. More vampires than anything really, but there were some wolves and a human, poor human. They would be the easiest to take out, but what fun would that be. He would have to look for those pesky little vampires on the saints side, what a joke, a vampire a saint. What happened to that horrible sin called murder? It was a joke.


== LOCATION : Outside... still. But on his way to the house.

[riley]

Bare feet treaded lightly over rough carpet. The house held the sickly-sweet stench of must and mold. As if there had been nothing that stepped foot inside it’s walls before the two opposing sides had been admitted entrance for their face-off. Some of the rooms she had passed seemed to be bright, and nicely renovated, but others were decrepit and worn down, carrying the scent of death and old pass times. There was a moment when there was nothing but the feel of her heart hammering against her chest and the quiet puffs of breath that eased from her mouth. And then, there it was.

A bang, a loud commotion brought cause for Riley to pace forward a few steps before stopping herself. There was no way that she would have made it in time to protect someone that might have been taking a hit, and if she showed up then she might suffer damage as well. The fray was far enough away for her to take a moment and rest, eyeing her surrounding as the quiet returned. Giving herself a moment to deeply inhale and to close her eyes.

The odds were against her, a human versus more inhumane beings, but she was confident in her abilities and there was a fine determination to succeed, no matter the cost. Lids fluttered open, the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps surged her back into a run. Riley could not fail, she didn’t believe in the word. Heavy breaths panted from parted lips as she moved through halls, finally picking a room and dashing into it.

The walls were coated with mirrors, or perhaps the walls were actually mirrors, Riley stepped forward and placed her fingers on the glass, her own reflection surrounding her completely. How large was the room? And would it help her defense? The opposition couldn’t exactly pinpoint her if they didn’t know if they were looking at her or her image reflected in the dark glass. Riley pushed herself away, moving slowly through the dim-lighted path, hand poised and ready at her hip in case she was found.

Previously

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Riley looked them over, sinners. They looked all too pleased with themselves and she stood there unimpressed and bored with the entire lot. It was easy to succumb to sin, but it took someone with a stronger will power to rise above it and fight and live by something more dignified. In her mind, The Saints had already won. They were fighting for the greater good whereas the sinner’s power were all based around weaknesses. This thought had made her smile and filled her with a better state of mind.

There was one in particular that she could not keep her eyes off, a smirk because he surely looked a little too old to be playing these games. After the initial once over her eyes had closed away from them and she was in her own mind, strategizing with herself. Eyes opened to reveal a new room, a decayed bathroom that consisted of a broken tub filled with something most unpleasant, a cracked loo, and a shattered mirror. The sink had been missing. “Peachy…” When she turned, she found herself staring into a glass box containing a long, silver chain sword.

A low whistled from between pursed lips as curious hands picked the weapon up, fingers moving over the sharp knitches covering the whip, and finally rounding over the blade at the tip. “A girl could hurt herself with one of these…” Mumbled to herself softly. Better yet, she could hurt some of the Sinners. With a satisfied grin it had been roped around her waist, a few practice tugs to find that it easily unwrapped from her own body to directly cut into the chair that had become her mock target. “nifty.” And with that Riley was off.
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[*Phoenix McKenzie]

Pride... Such a fitting sin for herself. Nixie took her time looking at the others across from her. The Saints. The goody goods. She smiled at them all, her moss green eyes flashing with the suppressed thrill of the hunt to come. She was a lycan, she lived for the hunt. And hunt she would. Every last one of the pretty little Saints... Well, all except one. Ali. She could never hurt her mousy little friend, so she would just have to make sure that she didn't come across her within this castle.

She listened to the rules with disinterest, turning her attention to the Sinners over on her side. She knew most of them. She was best friends with Rose and Kat, and she knew Sevanni and Aubrey, of course. That made up five, including herself. Rose and Kat were on either side of her, and she winked at them, flashing them a cocky grin as the teleporation started. She turned back to the Saints, one blond eyebrow cocked slightly, her lips pulled up in a cocky smile.

One minute, she was standing with everyone else, the next, she was in a room by herself. She shook her head slightly, looking around the room for something to fight with. For a moment, she thought about not even taking a weapon, and just shifting when she really needed to fight... But no, she would take one, and get out of this room and have some fun. Too bad you couldn't have three people teamed up together... Though she very much doubted that Katra would want Rose teamed with her anyway... However, Kat may just put aside the fact that Rose is a vampire, just this once. No matter, it was against the rules anyway.


The ball is slightly different, since the ball of Nixie's weapon has spikes all over the ball.

Laying there neatly on the bed, as if waiting for her, was a chain mace, the chain coiled around the dangerous spiked ball. She smiled, white teeth flashing as she picked up her weapon, coiling the chain around her hand. It was heavy, but not so heavy she would have trouble maneuvering it in a fight. She was a werewolf after all.

She had dressed as she normally dressed, loose cargo pants that gave her room to freely maneuver, black Anarchy shoes, and a band T-Shirt which today was Misfits, black and green. Rose had often bitched at her about her choice in clothes, especially now, since she always insisted on hiding her back, and that meant no open necked shirts. But she didn't care, and Rose would one day get over the fact that not everyone could pull off the outfits that she could. And so, without any further delay, she walked out of the room and down the hall. Perhaps she would meet up with Kat or Rose, and she could team up with one of them. Didn't matter to her which.

Phoenix growled in annoyance. She had been walking for god only knows how long, and she hadn't seen anyone. This house was too damn big! Had any of the others found anyone yet? It irritated her that she hadn't found anyone yet.

Just as soon as she thought that, the smell of blood hit her. A werewolf, and it wasn't Kat. She smiled and took off running toward the scent. Kat was the only other lycan on the Sinners side other than herself, so she knew that this was one of those Goody Saints. Her moss green eyes flashed slightly as she skidded to a halt just around the corner from where the lycan female was. She could hear her footsteps. She didn't know what kind of weapon the lycan had, but she wasn't about to round that corner and be surprised with a long range weapon, like a gun or cross bow. No, Nix would let the lycan come to her.

Nix tilted her head to one side slightly, uncoiling the chain mace from her hand, letting the ball get lower and lower, swinging it back and forth gently. She didn't even need for the woman to get to the corner... She just needed her to be close enough.

[Rose Decumbry]

Ouch.

Rose peered down at the entry of the wound and frowned. That would ruin leather. Or would it? She was slightly shooken up from the gunfire. She shook her head, clearing her mind. She didn’t like the feeling of having a bullet lodged in her stomach, but she ignored it. She’d get this little blonde werewolf back. And follow her. She slipped her Sais back into the leather of her suit and followed. She grimaced when she stepped, yes. This werewolf would pay greatly this time. With quitting herself out of the game. She shook off the pain and kept walking.

She wondered where everyone else was besides this werewolf. Ali? Inora? Phoenix? Katra? Where were they? And could Rose team up with her fellow Sinners? She felt the temperature pick up a little bit, and felt she was a little higher then the basement. She crept up the narrow stairs, and grinned. The smell of blood was stronger now. This meant she was closer than she thought. She thought the puppy would take off running, or at least go try and find some more Saints. But she obviously was content on getting her precious little wound cleaned up. Speaking of cleaning, Rose should have been thinking more cautiously. But oh well. This was a game of elimination. Eliminate the weak before the weak eliminate you.

There was a door at the top of the staircase, and it seemed a little to rickety for Rose to just blindly open up. She took one of her Sais out and peered through the keyhole. She got a flashback of when Hyde stabbed her eye out. She recoiled instantly from the hole, and slid the Sai in it. She wanted it to be as quiet as possible, and stealth too. She twisted and turned the blade, and removed it as the door swung open. Her eyes adjusted to the slightly lighter area. She smelt the wolf once again. She also saw a kitchen too. Hm. That puppy probably got some extra weaponry there. How fair. She smirked, it really was fair. Werewolfs weren’t as agile as vampires. And it kind of seemed unfair sometimes. To pair them up against each other.

Didn’t it?

Rose looked around, and sighed silently. Right now, she’d wait for Phoenix to make a move, and follow up on it. She was pretty damn sure Phoenix had a good weapon on her hand, and she’d be using it quite forcefully. Or. Rose needed to lure Phoenix out, or lure the girl to Phoenix. She dodged out into the open, smiling, twirling her Sais again. “Miss me?”

She smiled ruefully.

[Katra Maguire]

A light hum was coming from her throat as she stalked around the halls of the castle. Katra didnt know if she had been walking for an hour or less. Time wasnt of importance anyway, but it bugged her that she had forgotten her watch at home. Now she had no way of telling what amount of time had passed. And knowing that might have helped to have them realize how long it might take to find someone. Her endless search was starting to drive her mad and she was half tempted to just make some sort of noise and have a saint or one of her fellow team mates find her. Pairing up would be the smart thing to do. And then again, if they took to long to work out a team strategy they were easy target while their guards were slightly down. And Kat wasnt expecting to put her guard down for one minute. She was a good multi task person. She would be able to make a team of two and still sense where the saints were.

That was the beauty of being a werewolf. She could sense things a bit better then the vampires could by smell. She could also sense when danger was near. It was a natural instinct. And right as she turned a corner, two things happened. She knew she could either go left, and find two little saints. Or she could go right and find a saint and two sinners. The scent from both was very strong and she could identify at least one person from each side. On the left was her little goody goody sister with a werewolf saint. And on the right, was a werewolf saint as well, but also her team mates Rose and Nixie. A small grin crossed her face. Which was could she go? She had two choices in front of her and she needed to make up her mind about which one would help her in the long run. Team mates were a good thing, so even though she wanted to thrash her sister and slice her in half, she went to the right towards the others on her team.

"Come out come out." She whispered and then lifted her chin as she smelt the kitchen coming into site. But that scent wasnt as strong as her best friends. Nixie must be around the corner, and sure enough as she turned she noticed her friend holding a dangerous weapon and just waiting for the prey to come this way. Looking beyond Nix, she could just make out the blonde wolf. Rose was behind her and leading her this way towards Nix. She would need to stay out of this for now. Since that would be against the rules to help. It would be three on one. But the rules never said she couldnt take her own hit once those two got one in. That poor little wolf should have learned to scent things out better. So she leaned her weight up against the wall and waited for the business to be over between the two sinners in front of her. Once that was done, they could discuss about teams. Who should pair with who and that maybe they should switch off from pairs.

Kat knew that nix would be able to sense her there. The only question was, would the saint come running this way or risk taking a hit from Rose. Knowing her cousin, she had no doubt that she wouldnt leave this little blonde angel alone until she got a hit in. The smell of blood was so strong and apparent that her eyes were starting to go from tawny to gold. The first sign that she was changing from human to wolf. If her wolf set of mind took over, she wouldnt be able to help hersef. She would charge in there and take what she wanted. Consequences be damned. So closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath to settle herself. But she also stayed quiet and alert. There could be anyone coming up either hallway. And if her sister took the right way, it would lead her right to her. And wouldnt that just be a sweet little treat. The mouse coming right to the cat. It made a smile appear on her face, her canines flashing in the light.

Opening her eyes once more she looked over the hall ways and saw it was clear. So far so good. But her weapon remained at the ready.

[* Ixandra Marie]

The saint of generosity... Yes, that was our dear Ixandra Marie DaSIlva. Generous in all ways. Generosity, or readiness or liberality in giving and freedom from meanness or smallness of mind or character, just seemed to flow through her veins at ease. She was genorous... Making her unselfish also. She enjoyed helping, giving to others. Almost to a fault, if you got right down to it. But not this time. This time she would be generous but not to where she was hurting herself. She wasn't going to be selfish, of course, but she was going to be forceful.

She opened her eyes, now in the room. Oh yes, this was going to be... Meh, she probably wouldn't like being stuck in a dark house with too many rooms and a lot of people chasing after her. But hey, it was for fun, right?! No. NO, it was not. She sighed, walking forward in her black ballet flats. Flats were the best for comfort and silence. Plus, they let her be able to run as if she was barefoot, so she could go pretty fast. She grabbed the only weapon in the room from off of the bed, smoothing her black skirt down. The skirt itself went about mid calf, and she was wearing shorts underneath. She was glad she had chosen a nice faded black Cobra Starship band tee and grey muscle shirt beneath that rather than a nice blouse now that she was here. If she was in a nice blouse she might not want to keep going forward from her chosen room. But in this, she could definitely kick some ass, and look good while doing it. Not that that mattered to her as much as comfort and the ability to, at any time, use her immence amount of energy in a good way. She walked to the door, pressing her ear to it and stepping back a little. Her head was yelling at her, but her heart was fighting back.

'Bad idea, such a bad idea. I don't even know what I was thinking...' Ixandra swallowed hard. She looked at the weapon in her hands, the weapon that had been waiting on the bed for her to just grasp and go... The weapon she held in her hands was a M249 SAW. It was a lightweight machine gun, perfect for the muscular Southern woman to put the beat down on some Sinners.

Built by FN the M249 SAW is the squad support weapon of choice for the US ground forces. It has a lower fire rate due to its feed system, this is not a draw back though. The weapon is very accurate and has low recoil making it a lethal weapon. It had a cyclic rate of 750 rounds per minute. And she only needed 5 shots to kick someone out.

Yeah, she was a bad ass... She wished. She opened her door and looked out. Everything was so dark... She kept her gun up so she wouldn't have to scramble to shoot any bastard that decided to come near her. It was aim, fire, kill. Saints versus Sinners and the Sinners were going to bow down like the servants they should be. Which, in all actuality, they almost were. Now, just to find a fellow Saint and team up and kick some SInners' asses. Then, she would be done and could go home. For some very obvious reason, she really did not want to come face to face with a Mister Sevanni Black. But then again, who did?

She started walking down the dimly lit halway, breathing shallowly as to not be heard, sidling against the wall. She wanted to finish this and she wanted to finish it YESTERDAY. She looked around for anyone around her.

"Hello?" she whispered, swallowing hard again. "Anybody out there?" She hoped she'd get an answer from a Saint. But a Sinner, other than Sevanni Black of course, would be okay too... She did need to see that she could at least fire the damn weapon. Just then, she turned the safety off. Oh, God, she sure was blonde. To forget a gun had a safety button... Here's your sign. She almost laughed at herself but stayed quiet. Quiet was good, left for the element of surprise. Or so she thought.

As a human, she knew that the werewolves and vampires around her would probably win this, because of their advantages. But she was not about to give them that type of satisfaction. She knew how to kickbox and she was fast. Well, fast enough anyway. And she had her gun, so she should do well. She had confidence and the desire to win, which was all she really needed.

[melaniemercer]

Melanie had managed to move a little farther down the hallway, but stopped suddenly at the scent of another wolf. She didn't like this... She didn't like this at all. She closed her eyes, pressed her back against the wall and held the gun in front of her chest. She looked at the window that was across from her, and suddenly knew that that would be her exit, and she would not be getting to rest any time soon. She bit her lip, looked back the way she came and then frowned. She had heard a door open and then she knew that vampire she had already met was on her way too. Surrounded, thats what she was. She was going to meet a wolf in front of her, and that vampire behind her. She would be lucky if the wolf in front of her was the other wolf Saint, but she was pretty sure it wasn't going to go that way.

“Miss me?” She yelped and jumped. Scared by the little vampire. She blinked, then glared at the vampire... "No..." She said and then held onto her gun as she turned sideways and went for the window, throwing her body through the glass after getting off a few shots towards the vampire. Though her speed and direction of movement was kind of horrible so she was on expecting to hit the vampire, just distract it. She shattered the glass, as she fell through it, she felt the glass rake across her thigh and cried out a little. The blood was already starting to drip from the wound and she was sure that this was going to be a horrible fight. She hit the ground, and quickly transformed into her wolf, the white fur of Marnie was spoiled by blood dripping from her stomach and from her hip.

Melanie's clothing was trashed and she quickly got to her four feet, the wolf grabbed the gun in its mouth and then ran. She ran towards the woods, away from the house. She just needed to get away from the fight just for a moment, just so she could get her grip on the situation. Then she would head back to the house quietly, hopefully find some new cloths before changing back into her human self so she didn't have to wander around this hell whole naked.


LOCATION:: Running towards the woods away from the castle.

OOC: I know its not great, I'm sorry x.x But I figured you guys would like me to post.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

OOC - Since my hit was ignored i'm moving on. IC -



Sevanni had realized the girl there in his path of destruction. He was to go off on his own the whole way, but two was always better than one. Just as they rounded the corner Sevanni heard some faint hostility coming from upstairs. His head turned toward Isabella and words fettered out. "Mmmm, familiar meat." A growl lifted in his throat as he spoke and he cautiously made his way up the stairs.

It wasn't some hide and seek play time that had been happening here, it was a friggin hunt. It was do or die, and if you didn't, then you failed and you failed big.

He made it up the stairs. Noises were coming from the right, then left, but her scent, her scent was so close he could practically taste it on his tongue. Be it or not she was a mortal and he had taken to her like a tongue to ice, she had to learn that her place had to be below him, and not for her to go kicking him in the shin in thought.

He placed a flat palm against Isabella's tummy, motioning for her to stay still and to not make a sound before he vanished behind the corner from where his kitten stood. Sevanni rounded up his bow and flicked the arrow straight down the hall, hitting all the sconces and turning the lights off.

Would she fire and gain light from the rifle she held? Maybe, but his efforts were better, he could hear things more clearly, smell things, taste.....

From behind he grabbed her rifle and pushed it against her chest. Pull the fucking trigger. Kill someone beside us now. That's what he was thinking. Maybe it would hit someone on the other team, her team. "Miss me kitten?" He hummed out deep and soft in Ixie's ear, his styx was about to find out how much fun he truly could be.

He pressed his weight against her and forced her face first against the wall. Spreading her legs with his own feet while a hand held her head down. The other hand slipped the rifle from her hands with a hard yank and dropped it behind him on the floor.

"Mortals have no place in a game as dangerous as this." He let out softly so his voice wouldn't carry. Removing a single arrow from it's open case and gripping her beautiful blond hair and mashing her face into the wall more so her cheek had been flat against it. "I think it's your time to go." With that he moved his head in close and quick, giving her a long heavy lick on her cheek with his tongue, moving from near her chin up to the side of her eye before he pushed his head away. He was going to slam the arrow sqaure through one ear and out the other, lick the blood from the mortal saint and carry on to the next one.

[* Ixandra Marie]

The lights went out. DAMN her nyctophobia. She almost started to panic right then, shooting the rifle twice automatically for the light. A tall figure, a man was coming towards her... Stupid girl, she should have known who it was right then... Should have known that the one thing she had hope wouldn't happen had happened. But, of course, she hadn't. And it was too late.

She felt her rifle pressed against her chest, almost pulling the trigger again. But she couldn't... She might hurt someone on her side and that was definitely not what she wanted to do. She felt the breath on her before she heard the voice, then realizing what she had feared had come true. Sevanni Black, in the flesh. And after her. Damn it all to Hell and back a FEW times. She contemplated how to get out of this with him so close.

"Miss me kitten?" She heard being almost purred into her ear. 'SHIT SHIT SHIT!!' she thought. She was in trouble now. "Sevanni, please..." she almost begged. But she stopped herself. She WOULD NOT give him that satisfaction, to hear her beg for her life. She held tight to the rifle, knowing that would be what he was going after.

She felt his weight against her and her being mashed against the wall. Now THIS she was used to. She had had this her whole life, this she could deal with. She felt her legs spread. That was also normal... But not what she was expecting. Then there was a hard yank and the rifle was gone. 'DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!!' She thought. The one guy she DID NOT want to run into had found her... Stupid mortal smell. Yes, she blamed her stench of blood for calling out to him. His breath was on her again.

"Mortals have no place in a game as dangerous as this."
His voice almost drew her in, it seemed... Gentle, in a way. She felt him grip her hair and mash her face in harder. "Sev..." she almost moaned. "Please... Don't do this..."

"I think it's your time to go."
He came closer to her, his face right next to hers. She didn't know what to expect but he... licked her. The man LICKED her. Who does that?! She saw the arrow in his hand... He was going to kill her. Her generosity had gotten her this far, out her door even... And now she was going to die for it. And then he was going to leave... Leave like everyone else had. No. No! That was not how it worked! And that was definitely not the way she was going to die.

"Sevanni, let go of me or I swear with all the breath left in me I will never be your blood doll again!" She said. "All the GENEROSITY I have given you in blood will be gone as soon as the Saint of Generosity is gone." She saw where his hand was and rolled out of his grip, standing frontways beside him. "All I'm asking for is one second. I barely get out of my room and you choose me to come after..." she paused for a moment.

"You licked me." she said, looking none too happy. She dove onto the floor, grabbing the rifle and pointing it up at him. "Who LICKS people?!" She shook her head, not taking her eyes off of him as she stood up. "I mean, seriosuly, who just goes around slamming people into walls and licking them. If you wanted to slam me, steal my gun, and lick me... You could have just asked. It's not like I would have necessarily said no without a shadow of a doubt. I give it to you that I probably would have... But you never know." She shrugged, gun pointed at him.

"But now we'll never know, will we?" she asked before shooting twice and bolting up to the third floor, hiding in an empty room.

[Ellie]

Lars stood his place as she moved passed him, his head tilting to the side slightly, breathing in the albeit sour air that was a sinner's presence. A sweet tempting sour, made sweeter with himself there, he was sure. But giving into temptation itself was a sin, was it not? Well, by that logic, so was torching individuals with a flame thrower.

He heard the click of the door, the left side of his mouth pulling up in the slightest as he turned around to face her, removing the strap to the fire weapon and quiver, placing them gently on the ground. He felt lighter physically, but internally a weight and craving was bearing him down and drawing him near.

His eyes locked with hers intently before seeking the pleasure in admiring her body, stepping forward at a slow and swaggering pace while doing so. He was nearly three feet away when he stopped his steps, having dragged his eyes down to her feet. He now stood motionless, his only weapon being the growing smirk on his face. But he didn't feel at all threatened, not in the least.

It didn't long for an aching in his gut pulled him the few last steps forward. His weight was on her, a palm on the wood of the door while the other ran down the length of her arm. His head was buried in the skin of the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent before releasing it in an equally hot breath. His lips and tongue ever so gradually leaning in to taste her, going slow at first like a drug before intensifying his dose to her neck, not penetrating the skin with his incisors like he was truly aching to, but just landing soft nips and kisses to the tender flesh.

All the while Lars's palm flattened hers, pressing his fingers in as to go in between her own, leading the pair up the wood frame, his tattooed hand smothering hers well above their heads. His lips had been traveling upward, now finding the softness of her lips. They, although soft were met with a hungry harshness from his own shaped lips.

After a few moments he pulled himself away, eyes had shut long ago, and were now opening to slits, the nicely grin replacing his slightly ajar mouth, "I can keep a steady trigger finger," he began, moving his hand from her palm to rest on her collarbone, his index finger lightly stroking her neck and jawline, "But the real question is.... can you take a shot?"