EVIDENCE , ------------------- Sev.

[Ellie]

Lars shuffled through his pockets for his pack of Marlboro reds. Only once a cigarette was safely in his mouth and lit, did he walk on. He'd taken a shortcut through a rather large garden in central park on his way to the air port that would take him back to his home in France. His business in New York was done, thank God. Not that he was so willing to leave, this would forever be his home, where he was born, where he grew up, everything about his character was formed here.

He could still hear the buzzing of the tattoo machine in his ears. He'd been there at the shop all day and half of the night, so it was no surprise his torso was just beginning to eb away the pain of the needle. Nothing new was on his skin, though, no, sadly enough. He just finally had made an appointment to get the ones that were in ruins fixed. It seemed when vampires healed, there skin didn't take memory to altercation like tattoos done upon it. So what do you end up with? Massive gaps of untouched flesh littering once precise pieces of art.

Most of the deformations were caused by Jack Audley. Fuck him, he's dead. But still, Lars was cleaning up his mess. He didn't remember how many shots he took that night, but the vast majority were at close range, and totally disfigured the large bomb-piece on his torso. Then there was Vegas, another incident in which Lars had to clean up a mess created by the bastard, he received a nice sever to his neck, causing some damage there. And then of course there were just your regular scrapes and scratches to his arms.

Under his shirt, he looked mummified, a large gauze bandage roll had been wrapped around him, small ones littered the other parts of his body. It was almost pointless though, as they were already healing up. Such small needle wounds that they were.

The only reason he'd come to the city to get it done was because he already had an artist there he knew. Not only that, but said artist was a 200 year old vampire, more than skilled in his work, and knowledgeable about the ink on species such as his own.

But it was all done now, and Lars was on his way back to his girl. His footfalls fell on the pavement lightly as he enjoyed his cigarette, sending a text or two whenever the phone in his pocket vibrated. All in all an average evening.

The cigarette smoke lingered in his senses, blending itself among the scent of the many plants and flowers. It was a rather nice public garden, a few statues of men upon horses caught Lars's eye in the night under the half moon. The only sounds being the ever constant owl that hung in one of the over head trees and the trickle of the small fountains found in the scene. It was one of the prettier sights you could find in this city, Lars would know, he knew it well. Even places such as these, having worked at a hotel as a bellboy not very far from the place. It felt good to be home.

As serene as it was, Lars was still on alert, as he was usually now a days. Being with Giselle brought bad-luck, so to speak. Her enemies became his, each an Achilles heal to the other. Regardless if any one of their enemies went through with it, those actions wouldn't come without serious repercussions. The way Lars saw it, they were two against the world, and if anyone fucked with either of them, there'd be hell to pay.

573 words after and with a long listen to mellowdrone not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, mohahaha.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

There was just a note left in one of his peoples mouths, held there after it's heart had been ripped out. He did not know the man, only knew of him. The whole scene was beginning to tire.

Sevanni was on the border. That thin line of air that meant if you crossed over, it would only take three inches of movement. The light veil of nothingness that only the supernatural could see.

Everything within him fought to enter in, his head turned to the side, thinking about why this was all so sudden and so very damned important. An un-need chore that Sevanni just didn't want any part of.

With any luck his bitch wouldn't be so close. He'd Perhaps in a hotel room or some occupancy they maintained in his city. Sevanni hadn't gone to Paris to muck up Giselle, no, she had went near him and started her mouth off like a yapping taco bell dog. Screw her. Screw them all.

His form pushed through, stepping onto foreign pavement and huffing his chest up with aggravation and a face to match it let everyone know he was both pissed off and disgusted. It took about twenty minutes to reach the destination, eyes roaming about the land to view points of common interest. How clever these vampires were, but he was older and wiser. Was poor little Larsy so distraught about he and his bitch? Did it actually think he could come to New York and not have to have an interaction with Sevanni?

Was it something much more far fetched than that? Maybe he was like Shaden and could be made into something other than the norm. Awwww, poor Jack. Yes dear Jack was a dove to help out but there was no actual involvement with the whole, triangle of lust that the three of them had. No, they were financial based through outsourcing. His people had been people Jack had been involved with, but it was time to turn down services and spread the word. That way he would have to return and then the unhappiness of Giselle could begin.

With a heated passion he completely and utterly had a great distaste for Giselle, like a warm fart on your tongue that had gotten there by disasterous means.

"Mr. Trell" An irritated smirk crossed lips as he stood in front of him now after walking around him a bit. "I do detest Central Park at the moment, and I think we both know you are most certainly unwelcome here" It was pushed out in a demanding tone, boredom leaked into the picture. This kid was a flat out joke.

Maybe Lars would like to watch his darling Giselle be forced to lay on a cold concrete slap and be tortured in ways his eyes couldn't stand to bear. Watch her head be slowly sliced open, let his little ones feed on her body before the cold set in. Watch him kiss dead lips as he stood chained to a wall. It would make for some good fun. Emiste could be let loose upon him afterwards, let him suffer for a few days before she could no longer stand it and just want to eat him.

He could let Darien eat another vampire and know what it feels like to kill your own kind. Lars would be pet food and his little ones were ever so hungry. It wasn't as if he were uneasy to look at, Lars was very handsome, but he wasn't Shaden handsome, and he most certainly wasn't Darien handsome.



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[Ellie]

Lars was met with a pugnacious aroma that was neither from his cigarette, a strange flower, or decaying varmint, nothing he could say for sure. His tracks stopped, his hazel eyes scanning the are in front of him for any abnormalities. It could very well just be a passerby, and nothing to be fretful over. But past experiences told him to think better than that. A hand rose to his mouth, taking one last drag before he squinted, searched behind him, everything in his cerebral telling him to just continue walking and be alert while doing so.

And so he did, once his eyes were directed forward once more, but he only got so far before his suspicions were answered. It was a funny relief, to know what it was, although it didn't last long until he learned who it was.

Lars wasn't what you'd call fearful of this man, others may think he should have been. But point blank, he didn't have a reason to be so far in the game. Verbal threats meant nothing to Lars, the masquerade ball was in the far off past. But talk does travel, be it true or not. With the attitude this Sevanni was exerting, Lars was sure he was bound to find out anyways. At his expense? Possibly... if what they said was true after all.

"Unwelcome in my own hometown? I don't think so," Lars said with a breathy laugh. So he didn't want to share? This was New York fucking City. What did he expect, every immortal here to kiss his ass? Highly unlikely. "You didn't seem at all fucking peeved when I was born and lived and died here in the twenty-two years prior." like hell anyone was aloud to tell him he didn't belong in his own birthplace. It wasn't like his attitude didn't make that fact painfully apparent.

Circling him? How clever. Lars just took another puff of his cigarette, holding it in his lungs briefly before he made it back around to the front of him, only then did he release, not taking any polite regard to exhale downward away from Sevanni's face, mind you.

"I have a plane to catch,"

[/color] he blurted out, eying the taller man with apathy. If only he didn't have that plane to catch. Lars had heard very well of his run-in with Giselle, and didn't think highly of it at all. Giselle was a big girl, and he knew this, and she could very well fight her own battles. It wasn't like Lars didn't have the desire to inflict pain on this Sevanni, but the bigger question was if he really felt it was worth his time to bother with.


The small emotions of fear were masked well, as they were most of the time. Maybe the young vampire had grown an ego larger for his own good after the death of Jack Audley, but hell, did it come without effort? No, that feat was huge for someone such as himself, so young and new to the immortal life and killing in general, and still being able to tear shit up so thoroughly. The incident truly changed him, mentally and in such ways he preformed in combat physically. Like a blessing in disguise.

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537 words after and with a long listen to leathermouth not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, same numbers but just flopped around. WEIRD!.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"Unwelcome in my own hometown? I don't think so," So he had an attitude huh? Balls and gauls. How gutsy. Maybe that shit worked in Paris, but it sure as shit didn't work in his presence. He'd spent far too much time with the French. Their rudeness catching on with such a great distaste. Silly little vampire, maybe trash did grow on people.

"You didn't seem at all fucking peeved when I was born and lived and died here for twenty-two years prior." A little chuckle and an eye roll. It wasn't as if Sevanni couldn't have a sense of humor. "How silly of me, I'm sure." He shook his head and chuckled again. "Then, there had been no exchange of words between us, or threats against those who were in my company at a gathering that had a sanctified rule against fighting." He snapped out with a growl. "I've yet to truly teach that whore of yours a lesson."

Sevanni knew it might piss the boy off. Good. Give him reason to make the first hit. It wasn't like his mouth about he and the bed mistress wouldn't leak from lips because it would. She wouldn't care though. Trash like Giselle normally didn't.

"I have a plane to catch," Thank the demons for that. He'd be out of the city and not have to worry about the paid citizens of the city to pick him up with the rest of the morning's trash.

People like Lars and Giz belonged in trailor parks where the flower beds were made of rubber tires, and the swing set had no swing, just a rope with a knot on the end of it. Roaches bigger than lighters and remote controls that didn't work because it only had one battery and that had been acid eaten.

"Why don't you bring her along next time....II'm sure my children would love to have her for lunch." He spoke out serpent like. Sneaky Sevanni and his cruel intentional words. He meant it litterally.

He could see them there spread out around the table, letting fangs pierce skin and then giving Sevanni the distinct pleasure of slicing off her head, maybe stuff some of her intestines down Lars's throat like spaghetti strands. Pleasureful. If pinhead were an actual person that Sevanni knew, the world would be a dangerous place. God he missed having Joe around. Now that he was in New York, maybe it could be like the good old days.

"What do you think Larsy? Think she'd like to come and be our guest?" A little smirk obliged lips, ready for so much as a hit or some form of action that the little one would take. Provocation. It was a habit that Sevanni loved all too much.

[Ellie]

"No,"

[/b] he said with a scoff, taking another huff of his cigarette, "I don't imagine my whore and I would be joining you and your retarded minions for a private occasion,"[/b] he spoke bitterly, his distaste in this vampire escalating sharply. Now he was timing it all up in his head, he didn't very well need to be at the airport early, now did he?

This dick-face wanted to word games, then word games Lars would give him! It was one of his many talents. And like hell he preformed it subtly, oh no, Lars went all out. Some people walked on the thin line, and others snorted it like it was there to serve their own purposes, and nothing else. You can only guess which person Lars was. Fuck society. There was a certain level of class he liked to uphold for himself, for is own dignity, but that obviously wasn't very much. And he certainly didn't waste it on some sick fuck like Sevanni.

His hazel eyes rose to met the noticeably older ones, a lick of his lips ensued before he released what he hoped would be a verbal punch to the gut, a physical one for him might ensue, he supposed, but that was a risk he was willing to take.

"And who are you to call Giselle a whore?" he spoke gravely, relishing in how foolish and hollow the insult was, considering Giselle had only intimately been with two men, Lars included in the statistic, "Word sure does get around when you think your hot shit, Sevvie," he spoke on, adding a pet name right back at that 'Larsy', "Word about your old girl. Oh yeah, I've run into a few of her little friends in my time, annoying little shits.... She only really exists to fuck, am I right?"[/b] Truth, Lars had run into a few of Aubrey's little pets, and therefore informed of her whereabouts, vaguely, but still, he knew just enough to suspect that Aubrey was indeed a vampire, and no longer with Mr. Black here, poor fellow.

Lars took another drag before continuing, "Looks like she only used your dick for so long. That must be a fucking cock-block with the ladies!"[/b] he cackled, pleased with himself, and quickly continued before any attacks on his form were made, "Somethings to be said about a man who can't keep a woman who's so easily fucking satisfied."[/b]

Now, Lars hadn't met Aubrey in full as of yet, and didn't really have the desire to, considering he could assume she had terrible tastes, when looking at her ex here anyways. But he didn't truly think she was a slut so to speak, he didn't really care if she was. But the fact that any man, such as himself, could have fucked countless people in their lifetime, and be treated perfectly fine, whereas a woman couldn't do such a thing without having a nasty label follow her around? Now, that just wasn't right. But of course, Lars had to manipulate his ideals to rile feather's sometimes. Not to mention, it was only a casual comparison to prove Giselle was.. anything but a whore.

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523 words after and with a long listen to the smiths not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, some ice with that burn?!.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"I don't imagine my whore and I would be joining you and your retarded minions for a private occasion," That remark he most certainly did not like. The taste in his mouth growing thick, a sort of snarl approached mouth, nose and forehead. Raising with a stiff back. Anyone else he could have understood, but to speak about his children as such wretches like he and his woman, that was not so easily swallowed.

Lars thought he was a cool cat from what back. Always the type to move through life with no purpose other than to act like a child. Were all new vampires that way? New would consider the possibility he was less than a century old, the smart mouth proved it, but then again, Sevanni had dished it out. "Word sure does get around when you think your hot shit, Sevvie,"

Another annoyance. Nixie had been the only one he allowed to call him Sevvie or Sev. For some odd reason he didn't like it from anyone's mouth but hers. Coming from him it just sounded cheap and trivial. "I'd watch your mouth if I were you." He warned him. But no. Lars wanted to continue his words of bash and harm, which was fine by him. Word provocation was better than the physical. It didn't matter if it showed that Sevanni was weak, it simply meant that he wasn't going to put up with the kids bullshit.

"Word about your old girl. Oh yeah, I've run into a few of her little friends in my time, annoying little shits.... She only really exists to fuck, am I right?" Was he pushed back into the forties without realizing it? Usually his anger would spread when the mention of her name was cast out into his direction. The comment wasn't really bothersome to him. She loved her intimate encounters but that didn't make her anything worse than what he knew her to be.

Lars didn't seem to want to take heed to his cautioned words."Looks like she only used your dick for so long. That must be a fucking cock-block with the ladies!" A slight grin emerged and vanished into a snickering glare. "Somethings to be said about a man who can't keep a woman who's so easily fucking satisfied." the fact was, he allowed him to keep talking because it made people feel taller to act like a bad ass. That was what Lars was doing. Acting. Thinking he was larger than life.

Lars didn't know what he was talking about because he was a naive child inside of a vampires body. Maybe he would buy him some alphabet blocks for his next birthday. The thought made him chuckle inside his head as he shaked it from side to side as the sadness bore in. "And you shouldn't speak words about things you know nothing about." The smoldering tone brew out as darkness reigned in. He had mentioned a few times all the women he could have had if the two had never connected, but she was an object of attraction then and he had always gotten what he wanted, including her.

But he knew nothing. He didn't know what happened that morning, who had been behind it all. Nothing. Again, the kid needed to be schooled.

His body pushed forward with untimely speed, fists balled and charging into the kids chest so he would end up soaring through the air, the slowness of it by true eyes would have captured it so quick, but his own had made him see every line that pushed through before his form, the streaks following after him in the air. The riveting sound of the big bang popping through the sky. He wanted him to slam back into the tree at a distance behind him. It felt good to hit someone again. It had been a while since he had used those mitts.

"I would leave New York if I were you." He drove out with a tempermental tone. A warning. He meant it sure, but there was no telling what young ones thought of in those tiny little brains.




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[Ellie]

A sigh escaped Lars's lips as he was slumped against a tree trunk, the impact having slanted the teenage trunk. Flowers were crushed underneath him and gathered within his fists, the fedora that one occupied his head was now on the ground a yew yard in front of him. Lars was nothing more than annoyed. Of course he didn't like being flicked into trees, but it didn't do as much damage to him as it did the foliage, "Look what you did to the fucking daisies..." he muttered under his breath, ripping the few he had gripped in his palms and throwing them to the side.

At least that answered some of his little suspicions. Regardless if Sevanni liked to regard it or not, Lars knew it meant something to the fellow. It meant enough to have him exert energy to seemingly punish him for it. That's all Lars was going for, really.

The redundant word was cast through the air again, resulting in a genuine chuckle from Lars. "Really? That's what you'd do if you were me? I highly doubt that." He braced himself against the tree as he pulled himself up, brushing off the mulch on his pants.

He walked forward to the current subject once more, bending down to brush off his fedora along the way, only then noticing his cigarette had gone amiss. Dammit. Fuck him. Fuck all these people making him waste precious marlboros. It bothered him, so much that he just wanted to pull out another. But he'd save it for later, at the rate this was going he figured that too would end up on the ground.

Lars stopped a few yards away from the fellow, "I'll be leaving New York on my own liking," he pronounced flatly, "This city doesn't revolve around the likes of you and neither do I, bastard. I'll come and go as I fucking please," he finished his dialogue, a glob of spit landing at the ground not far from Sevanni's feet before the young vampire began making his way down the pavement once more. Damn Straight. Lars's business wasn't Sevanni's, nor did Lars want it to be. Unless that said business included a bullet through the mongrel's eye socket, which could definitely be arranged, right here right now. But instead Lars kept himself facile. The son of a bitch already deserved it for what he loved to call Giselle, but that was to be expected, Lars would simply wait for now, wait for a real reason to absolutely feel the need to waste a bullet on the likes of him.

429 words after and with a long listen to brand new not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, ----.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"Look what you did to the fucking daisies..." Brows furrowed as an annoyed look came about his face in an almost quizzical manor. What was it psycho week? Giselle had mentioned her damn pants getting dirty when he knocked her on her ass, now he was listening to this dribble about the flowers. Gow a stem Lars, they'll grow back.

"I'll be leaving New York on my own liking," he pronounced flatly, "This city doesn't revolve around the likes of you and neither do I, bastard. I'll come and go as I fucking please," Sevanni bit his lower lip lightly and smiled with a closing chuckle. He was absolutely unbelievable. His form rose as if nothing happen. No come back but simple words. The kid had spirit, but spirits didn't get you anywhere.

Sevanni halfway turned as Lars rounded to move down the pathway, walking away from Sevanni, oh how clever could he be? "Walking away from confrontation Lars?" A smirk rose over lips as he lifted his chin while he watched him. "Your just like all the other weak vampires out there. You can put up words......but like a mutt your bark is bigger than your bite." He spat out with unclenched teeth. Uncaring to the truth of it. Lars was afraid. Maybe he posed as though he couldn't be bothered, but who was he kidding? He was like a mutt and no better.

What a pity to know that his whore would find out about Lars's backing down. "After that mouth of yours at the party.....I don't blame you for running away." He called out so Lars would hear him, maybe stop and finally do something. It was all up to him to decide what to do.

It wasn't as if Sevanni went around picking fights. Lars just happened to be in his path. It was always someone he didn't care to see, some moron who came into his sights when they clearly knew they shouldn't be. Maybe it was best if Sevanni make a bit more progress to damage the kid. It would make for some entertainment at current.

[Ellie]

Lars rolled his eyes at the man's words as he slowed his footsteps. A small annoyed smile tugged at his lips. Honestly... why? Why him, why now. This was just immature and stupid. Walking away from confrontation? If there even was one he would be, but as it appears, Sevanni Black was too much of a pussy to throw down whatever he wanted first. Lars hated this type.

"I'd be walking away from confrontation if there was one to begin with," Lars voiced behind him, only swiveling his head the mere fractions to the side, not daring to give the man the pleasure of a full body turn just yet, "But quite honestly you bore me to fucking tears, so I figured I'd be on my way."

And that was most certainly the truth. How bad and terrible they used to regard him as? Ha, but there he stood just begging for attention. It was pathetic. He wanted attention from Lars? He'd damn well have to earn it.

But, alas, Lars cut the hungry thing some slack. He had just lost his girl after all, poor poor Sevanni, all wanting some interaction, stooping so low as to throw little cat calls Lars's way. Did Lars really pity him? No, not in the slightest. But there was something new to be known about Mr. Trell, and that was that he had grown a bit gun-happy after killing Jack. Out of paranoia or the mere thought of having a gun on him, Lars rarely traveled anywhere without a colt .45 pistol tucked discreetly into his clothing. It came in handy more times than not, so he just continued to keep it in his presence.

And his trigger finger was getting rather itchy. Lars argued with himself a bit, trying to decide if he should give into the whining pleads for attention and just do something, or just keep walking, not bothering to give the poor soul anything in return. He could believe Lars was a coward all he wanted, but in truth, what was there to be afraid of if all he simply had to do was walk away? Nothing.

But with his mind made up, Lars reached into the front of his pants, fishing out the gun silently, the action from behind looking as if he was relieving a manly itch. Why the hell not? The idiot deserved a little bullet. Oh how lovely, where to shoot? He could think of a couple places that struck his own fancy, but his mind went back to Giselle. And a smile prodded further on his face, out of view from his soon to be target, the aim clear in his mind.

The thought process itself previously described, along with the removal of the gun didn't take more than seconds. Lars had already turned around as quick as vampiric possibilities aloud him, firing the weapon before it hardly came into view. The aim was slightly downward, pointed right for Sevanni's groin. Lars could only hope he made his target.... of course, there still was a full clip in the gun if he hadn't. Chances, were of course, given his enhanced eyesight that the bullet had reached it's mark... but anywhere close, so long as it pierced flesh, and Lars could be satisfied.

Sevanni wanted attention, he had it. Lars was grinning a closed mouth grin, pleased with himself, still some yards away, only hoping the central park police were out of range for what was to come.

576 words after and with a long listen to the bronx not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, BANG BANG.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

A chortle was given and he shook his head to the comment. How lame of him to intentionally think his words could anger him so. "But quite honestly you bore me to fucking tears, so I figured I'd be on my way." Boring him? And here he thought this entire fiasco had been rather amusing. Maybe it was a big boys game after all and little Larsy just didn't like hanging out in the dog pound.

He could go about his evening with his antics and petty words of his own self hate, and then things could go off rather smoothly. This wasn't his place. And just as Giselle had intruded upon his own thinking time in a country where he was welcome, he would do the same to her no good lover. If you could even call it that.

Now this had been where Sevanni was lucky on all accounts. He looked down as the last words from Lars' mouth left and managed to make it to Sevanni's ear, bending to tie up the lace of his footwear, and when the noise shot off his head lifted seconds before he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder.

Pushing him back against the ground, only his head turning to look at the wound and place a palm to it. Anger building up inside of him as he turned dark eyes up at the gunslinger.

Once the anger was there, the silliness began. Without any warning Sevanni had shot out laughing into the air. Lifting his hand to view a blood stained palm. He laughed though, could hardly contain it. Trying out words through the chuckles that remained. "A gun....." He laughed. "You shot me with a gun." He couldn't stop but it was beginning to subside.

The bloody hand ripped at the fabric, revealing the gash in his shoulder. He took in a breath and heavily released it, wondering when the kid might do another one. It wasn't like he could be so easily killed by the scoundrel. If he wanted to play Billy the Kidd, he should have stayed his ass in Paris.

Fingers dug into skin, spreading tissue to grab and push the bullet out. Too bad it wasn't the kind to go straight out the other end, it would have been easier rather then letting out painful sounds of pressure with a side of being pissed off. He tossed the metal on the ground in front of him, looking up at Lars as he sat there, ready to splint his face to an unrecognizable feature.

"That was a very....very bad idea." He spoke darkly, moving out of his way with a swift fashion as if life stood still and he had blinked to find him directly in front of him after swirling around the range of fire.

The bloodiless hand grasping the gun in his hand, moving it out of the way and giving him a right hook square across his face, pulling the gun out of his hand with the right after socking Lars in the face, and back slapping him with the gun. Oh yes, yes, pistol whipped. Just lovely.

He could only kick him back with his right so there was some distance. Sevanni released the clip from the gun and tossed it out into the open, throwing it at Lars's chest. "When you're ready to face me like a man......make sure you leave the toys at home." He spoke with a cocky irritation in his tone. Now all he had to do was get to someone so he could heal that damn wound completely.

[Ellie]

Lars watched as the bullet went into his shoulder. Ugh. Not what he wanted. But still, it was a hit, he had gotten something. That made him satisfied. But Sevanni on the ground was too enticing, Lars had walked his way forward naively, making the weapon ready for another go to make it's target. But then the fool started laughing.

Fuck! Who was this guy? The fucking Joker? Fuck no he wasn't, the Joker was much smarter than this asshole. He fucked wished. Lars felt like shooting him right there for being a failed Joker-poser. But alas, the laughing was a necessary distraction. Lars was just tightening his trigger finger as Sevanni pushed his arms away, sending the shot into the air simultaneously with the punch to Lars's face.

Lars, disoriented, instinctively blinked hard, moving his jaw and hearing a loud pop, "Fuck!"

[/color] he managed to get out, but only moments later his pistol was being slammed into his cheekbone. A grunt came from Lars's chest, his reflexes not waiting this time to react.

He took important note as to where his clip landed, thanking all that was good for the fountain that marked the place there. Once he made mental note of that, Lars didn't bother to fuss or register with Sevanni's words.

Lars would re-essemble his gun later, given it wasn't too fucked to function once he got to that. Lars used guns as a tool. He could very well deliver a punch like any other, but why bother when you had a firearm? Save his poor fists the trouble. He wasn;t gun-crazy of course. He was more than happy with just his .45, no need to a personal artilery. Lars grew up on the streets of Nwe York for christ's sake! Travel light, and so long as you get the fucking job done, it doesn't matter what you used to do it. He could have been kicking himself now, though, knowing full well he should have emptied at least three bullets on the fucker the first time. But there was no going back now.

The gun had been caught on his chest, and quickly flipped so his fingers were around the still hot barrel, the blunt to be used as a weapon. It all happened together, rearranging the gun and hurling all his body weight towards Sevanni in a brutal tackle. The blood that had gathered from his hits to the jaw, most likely caused by a bite to the tongue in the process, was hurled to Sevanni's face with a glob of saliva as their bodies struck. Fuck his shorter physique, they could rumble on the floor and it wouldn't make a difference.

Lars's tattooed hands grasped Sevanni's shoulder as they landed, a growl emerging from his chest, his brows in a mighty furrow. His fingers clawed harshly into cloth and flesh. Lars, making double sure to get his thumb into the bullet wound, not being gentle with it either. "How do you like that motherfucker?"[/color] he growled, using his opposing hand to raise the blunt of the gun, bringing it down with all his strength towards Sevanni's face.
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517 words after and with a long listen to the offspring not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, Lars angreh you fucked up his gun & pretty face.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

"Fuck!" The words came out of his mouth, Sevanni could have laughed at that, but everything had started to happen so fast. Like some kind of fight movie that you couldn't blink at because you were afraid you were going to miss out on something. A body crash for a man to shift back. When he spat at him that was something Sevanni was the most displeased with. He remembered the last time someone had spat at him. That hadn't turned out too well either.

The growls spilled from Lars' chest had made him laugh as his back was flat against the ground. "Now you sound like a mutt." Another laugh, but Lars didn't seem so amused. His hands waved over him, trying to encourage him onward, however, the blocks were given, he was rather quick the little bastard.

His hands had missed his as his thumb pressed into his bullet wound, he harshly screamed out in a deep grunt. "How do you like that motherfucker?" Lars' hand raised and Sevanni's eyes opened further as he saw his arm come up, shell in hand.

Sevanni raised his hands, grabbing the bastards forearm and pushing his other arm away from him with all his might. Twisting bodies so Lars was off of him. Sevanni's hand moved over the splitting wound, pissed off as he felt the skin start to re-reattach it's self back together. He had some balls, that he did, maybe it was best to take them away.

God this was going to last all damn night. There was no fight Sevanni had ever given up on, not yet anyway, and if Lars didn't find it in him to stop, then this would, and could, last until sunrise. If that happened, he would gladly step away and head home, but then he would seek out Lars and finish it up. Not that big of a deal, but it surely was a waste of time.

His arm lowered by his side, moving away from the wound, he could have chortled then but he didn't see the point. Insults could have been shot out at him and it wouldn't matter. What the kid needed was a lesson in manners, and that was an easy accomidation that he was more than obliged to deliver.

"Neither of us will will or lose if we go at it all night....not if you're going to keep that up." A pointing finger as he noted the gun. Clip or not, Sevanni had tossed it elsewhere and they weren't even close to where it lay. He would follow him with quick speed if he went to make a move for it. Beat him to the race line and grab it up from the earth. "Back away now.....and I won't have to spill your guts here on the ground."

Pursed lips, wanting to take a bite out of him. Not to taste his blood, but to give him so pain. The urge to gut him was too incredible to not get over. But he could take it or leave it. His choice. As for Sevanni, he could settle there, see what the kid was going to do, which wasn't really in his nature, but please.....why even try with him? His wound was already near healing phase, what was the big damage he had truly done besides muck up his night?

[Ellie]

Lars huffed once through his nose, the stinging in his face ebbing away now along with his flared anger. It came and went like waves in the tide, sparked and fueled by the present, hardly ignited from events and words spilled in the past. Maybe that was a key element in his ability to remain placid in the face of enemies; able to hold a facade in the most dire of situations, a feat he passed with shining stars in the event of Jack's leading him all through the catacombs after he'd over-heard all of his devious plot, the big mouthed fool.

Lars lie on his back on, a few feet away from where Sevanni was beginning to stand. Lars made no attempt to do so, figuring all was safe for the time being. He hadn't retaliated after the tackle, merely defended himself, so Lars remained tame for the moment, listening to the shit he had to say.

A small grin spread to his face, a little sour one. He was, obviously still unthreatened by his statements. If he wanted them dead so bad why not do it? Why not fucking do it and get it over with... if he wanted it done so badly then he wouldn't give him a fucking chance to go. The option itself was tempting. Lars placed himself on his forearms, his lips moving into a pursed manor from his smirk, seemingly contemplating his options.

After a few moments he nodded his head to himself a bit, a little eye-roll emitting as he moved his gaze upward, "Seeing as I'm already going to be late for that flight... and you apparently think so highly of me to be a drawl worthy competitor to you..." he continued, adding a little raise in his voice from the implication made from Sevanni's previous words, "I figure there's only one thing left to do!"

Lars's grin still over took his face, the barrel of the gun still gripped in his hand as he rose himself, standing an average distance away from his counterpart, a calm look on his face as he kept his eyes on him, lifting his shirt, exposing lower stomach tattoos as he tucked the unloaded pistol back into his pants securely, flipped his shirt over again, any contours in the gun totally hidden.

By the looks of him, Lars seemed like he was about to light afucking cigarette and stay to chat, but instead he reached into a pocket of his, pulling out another thin lead clip, tossing it to the ground at Sevanni's feet with a little cock of his head. Really. Like Lars was going to roam around New York City on his own, no back up whatsoever and only carry one clip? That was a fool's thinking. And Apparently Sevanni's.

"We play it your way," Lars said, his eyes locked onto the taller vampires, "A clean fight, no weapons... or hits below the belt," he grinned at the last part, raising a brow. If anything it would gain the taller's respect to propose such a thing, not that Lars was out looking for it. He just wanted to make it painfully clear to this man that he wasn't afraid or intimidated by him like so many others, Lars refused to be shaken without a reason. It wasn't in Lars's nature to turn his back to an enemy once he had already dived in, whether he wanted to or not... his stubbornness just would not allow his feet to move.

576 words after and with a long listen to alkaliine trio not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, wtf now!?

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"Seeing as I'm already going to be late for that flight... and you apparently think so highly of me to be a drawl worthy competitor to you..." A smirk appeared over lips as he breathily laughed at that statement behind closed lips. He was hardly a worthy competitor, but a nice little toy to play with and amuse his time for the moment being. Worthy? Not likely, but it was sweet of him to think he could be compared to his place. It was a shame the kid was going to endure such a painful night. He was rather nice looking, but not that nice.

"I figure there's only one thing left to do!" His voice had changed and as he watched with steady eyes, Sevanni raised his chin, eyes averted to his own so he could program Lars into his little memory bank. The simpleton and the lion. What an odd combination of bodies.

"We play it your way," Lips pursed as Sevanni smirked a little bit more. "How bold of you little one....and here I thought you were just too dumb for your own good." He had to push a little bit. He didn't care if it would etch Lars further but it was fun to instigate.

Clever little bird. Tossing his extra clip like the adult Sevanni knew he could be. As long as Lars had lived, he would have thought to go against someone like him with a bit more respect than that. Guns were just so human. They weren't human, and he damn sure wasn't privy to bullets. They were just a bother to get out later on during the healing process.

"A clean fight, no weapons... or hits below the belt," Sevanni was already rolling up his sleeve to the standing boy before him, steps were taken closer and closer to him with a calm ease, at least not the hole was closing up where the bullet had hit, of course his attire was completely ruined, all in all, it would prove to be a most interesting night. Far better than the amusement park.

Sevanni had been the first one to throw a punch. Much out of his character but he could see that Lars was more likely to stand there all night just to wait for him to make a move. So why not man up and throw the first hit?

"You are going to be so much fun." Drawn out in a heady breath, dark and dreary yet full of delight. All he had to do was keep focus, his fist rearing toward his head to smite him in his face, catch him on the cheek or something and come around with the other to occupy his vision, only he had spun low and kicked his legs out from under him. He wanted to send him to the ground on his backside and slam his face just once.....

Okay, maybe twice.

[Ellie]

Lars payed no mind to Sevanni's empty words, just watched his every move, let all his senses focus on what was before him and his surroundings. His hazel eyes were well focused just on Sevanni's, knowing full well you could anticipate things from the central system, so to speak, you could see their next actions before they happened, just as that glint reached their eyes.

The first punch was easy though, easy enough to duck swiftly from. Foolish, however, Lars was for going back up so quickly without paying mind to the other hand coming swiftly form the other direction, whacking him square in the temple, grazing then over his hair roughly, causing a burning sensation. The fedora flew off his head for the second time, Lars mentally cursed it, leaving it to wear it would land. All the while since his decent up, however, Lars's fist was headed up with his self with power, en route towards Sevanni's lower jaw at a ninety degree ascension. Only milliseconds could tell if the blow to his temple took his fist off course or not.

With his face facing down however, Lars was more than able to see Sevanni's legs move from underneath himself with every intention to trip him. Lars stepped back swiftly, turning his head back upward quickly while doing so, taking the quick steps backward. Lars wasn't particularly fond of hand to hand combat. He was much more skilled in fighting with artillery, regardless of what Sevanni thought about it. Time was precious, even when immortal. And Lars didn't like to go gallivanting around spending precious minutes in combat when it only took a few seconds to kill or weaken someone mortally with a hand gun.

"What the fuck do you want to get out of this?" he paused, not wasting time in sending his right leg upward, his body slightly pivoted sideways to attempt to kick Sevanni in the chest with the heel of his white canvas shoe in hopes to send him backward. Oh, the day he decided not to wear his mother-fucking boots. Lars panted softly, "I just don't see where the fuck you're coming from. You have no real good reason to dislike me whatsoever, not that I'm looking for reconciliation,"

[/color] he hesitated momentarily, a little grin sprouting on his lips as the pain from his head ebbed away, "I just want some mother fucking clarification is all."
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400 words after and with a long listen to the bronx not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, -flails-.