I'm a War of Head Versus Heart [open]

[Kaia Veron]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=7F1500] Clink. Clink. Clink. Crash. A very amused grin washed over the lips of a girl, who so happened to be standing next to a very expensive looking vehicle. The parking garage was large, well lit, and incredibly busy. Problem was, no one seemed to have the audacity to alert the proper authorities to the fact that the girl was breaking into the vehicle. A shame, really, as it was always a bit more exciting for Kaia when the police were involved. Might as well hurry up now. You're already halfway in, just hop through the window and make off with it.

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She huffed, silently hushing the annoying voice that rang through her mind. With a quick roll of her eyes, she tossed the thin metal pole to the ground beside her and listened as it landed with a faint thud, the fall being softened by the pile of wires she'd plucked from beneath the vehicle to keep the alarm from sounding. Reaching her arm into the hole that she'd made with the pole proved to be a little more difficult than she thought it would be. Apparently the jacket she was wearing added a couple of inches to her arm, and the hole was almost too small.

A bit of discomfort, however, wasn't too much for her to handle and within minutes she found herself sitting inside of the car, in all of it's exquisite leather detail. She bit into a smirk, her fingers tracing lines over the tight leather pulled over the steering wheel. She gripped the wheel for only a second, before pushing the seat back as far as it would go as she pulled out a small switchblade.

Easy, That voice rang through her head again, and though she struggled to contain it her efforts were worthless. You remember what happened last time you used that thing? It's made of silver you know..[/b]

Gritting her teeth, she reached under the steering wheel, pulling the cover off of a fuse box as she pulled down a colorful array of wires. "Hmm.. Won't be long now baby, you'll be mine in no time.."[/b] She spoke in the faintest of english accents, her feminine voice thick as honey, and equally as sweet.

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The Count:366
Notes and Stuff:Open to anyone. Approach from any angle .

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[Ellie]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=171C2A] Lars had a few reasons for being in Las Vegas, three actually, and they were all currently lying face down in their own blood. Or so he guessed, unless someone had already found their sad excuses for corpses. They weren't much, maybe middle-of-the-ladder type of guys in whatever mob they were a part of. The point was, thanks to Lars's wife's ex-husband, and Lars killing him - these men liked to intimidate the now happily married couple with phone calls of black-mail and promises to hold either of them for ransom. Money, money, money! That's all it was about, really. In the beginning there, at first news that Jack Audley was dead it might have been out of some spiteful malice that they threatened Lars and Giselle, but now that was long over, cut and dried and the issue was left for dead. The young, tattooed vampire just supposed they figured they could still grip fear into him and his wife for some expensive Parisian cash. Regardless of their motives, Lars refused to put up with their bullshit. The human one was the first to be taken out, and the easiest, not surprisingly. Then came the werewolf, nearly equally as easy… The vampire on the other hand was a little challenging, but Lars had enough bullets to send a few into his face and neck a few times - making the flesh scattered and broken enough for his head to be pried off with a few tugs. Decapitation didn't necessarily kill a vampire, but Lars figured if he threw the thing into the ditch near the parking garage where his car remained, he'd have a hard time finding it to be capable of doing anything about it any time soon. Lars sloshed his blood drenched hands in the rain water briefly before wiping them on the back of his jeans. Without further delay he made his way back to his car, the natural cigarette between his lips to commemorate his job well done. His footfalls were nearly silent on the concrete, his pale skin accentuated by the florescent lights above him. He'd been gone what? Three hours? He calculated it in his head and figured it'd be about five bucks. He turned the corner, exhaling smoke from his lips before he caught view of his silver mercedes… and the person in it. Keeping an eyes on the thief, Lars made his way rather nonchalantly to the driver's seat door. He might have been more upset if he hadn't previously slaughtered three people who'd committed far greater offenses than trying to jack his car. Lars just had the hope that this bitch didn't do any serious damage to the pretty sports car. Resting his smoking arm on the top of the opened door, Lars peered down into the interior to see what she was attempting. He'd grown up on the streets of Brooklyn, lower middle-class, it wasn't like this shit was new to him. And by the way this.. werewolf, if his senses weren't betraying him, worked, he guessed it wasn't new to her either. "It's the blue and the red one," he spoke smoothly to catch her attention, "But I figure it would be a fuck of a lot easier with the key. Which I have.. because this is my car. Now get the fuck out." THIS IS TAGGED TO KAIA & OPEN. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO BRAND NEW AS SHE WROTE THIS 568 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, wooooo, dun dun dun.

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[Kaia Veron]

[atrb=width,397,true] [atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=3D3548] So close. She was so close to tieing those two wires together. She could practically hear the 8 cylinder engine purring; could almost feel the vibrations from the motor on her fingertips. She stopped for only a moment to think about how good the warm air would feel against her skin as she was driving a hundred miles an hour down the highway. And for a second, her mind was back in a place where it was content, a place that it hadn't been in a very long time. Though her subtle bliss was quickly brought to an end when she heard a voice coming from the other side of the window. She may not have heard it at all if it hadn't been for the hole in the glass that she'd created. 'It's the blue and the red one,' It was a mans voice, that much was evident, and by the way every nerve ending in her nose burned as though she'd just set it on fire, she could only assume he wasn't... like her. She rolled her eyes though the gesture was hidden in the shadows of the car, her head tucked under the steering wheel just like her hands had been. 'But I figure it would be a fuck of a lot easier with the key. Which I have.. because this is my car.' A wide grin crept across her face now. Now get the fuck out. It was his car, was it? Well, she supposed he could have been inclined to rip her out by use of excessive force, and the fact that he didn't meant she got to keep hold of her pride for another day. For that, she was almost grateful. Without another moment's hesitation, her fingers were curling around two tiny wires, which just happened to be colored red and blue, and the jolt of the engine turning over could be heard. Once... Twice... Vroom. Releasing the wires, she sat up, looking the man in the face now as she flashed him a brilliant smile, her nearly perfect teeth peeking from behind her thick, pale lips. Allowing her foot to find it's way to the gas pedal, she pressed down slightly, teasing the motor as it reved up in the faintest of ways. The girl was excited, and the fact that the man who owned the car was watching her as she threatened to drive off with it was exhilirating. "You know, I'm trying to figure out what's stopping me from taking off without a second thought." She paused, pursing her lips as she feigned a look of heavy thinking. Though she could hardly keep the smirk from overtaking her lips, and she found herself biting into it as she so obviously tried to conceal her excitement. "Oh, right, nothing." A look of pure, wicked delight flashed through her brilliant amber eyes, and she narrowed them for only a second as she looked back up to the man. With a wink, she slammed the car into first gear, popping the clutch as she laid on the gas. The tires started to spin, squealing as she turned the wheel sharp and pulled out of the parking space. She couldn't help but holler, a loud, joyoud shriek coming from inside the vehicle as she sped off down the ramp in the parking garage. Three floors down she'd made it to the entrance, and she found herself stopping. She mumbled to herself as her face scrambled, a significant look of discontent contorted her features, and before she brought her fists down hard on the dashboard, she shut the car off. Sure, she was blocking the entrance, but she didn't really give a shit. Throwing open the door, she stepped out, slamming the door shut behind her. "God damn it. She muttered, through her gritted teeth. "Now I've got to find a new one." There are 647 words. The lovely Kaia is wearingthis She's feeling a littlerestless and devious, please excuse her.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=171C2A] Lars's eyes slit momentarily, burning her face into his mind for future reference. Just from her countenance and attitude he could surmise what sort of woman she was. He'd seen it too many times before for t to not stick out like a sore thumb. Stubborn, overconfident… what more was there to really say? His mind often sorted people into groups until he actually uncovered the depth to them, but most often he was correct about his stereotyping. Everyone was someone entirely different once you got to know them, it was true, but if he was correct about his assumptions, she was the sort of tough cookie that he never had the patience to excavate the true nature of. She drove off soon enough, and Lars didn't hesitate in moving himself in the opposite direction, a sigh escaping his lips as he thrust himself through the slit in the slab of concrete wall to the parking garage. The drop was only about fifteen feet to the second level. He landed on his feet, bracing himself with a hand before watching his car come around the corner and toward him. He contemplated attempting to jump on the car itself or just beating it to the entrance. Lars chose the latter. He stood at the gate, aware that she could very well just run his ass over, if she was fast enough. The thing was, in a car she was very predictable, most people were. Luckily enough for him, her rigging wasn't satisfactory, and his car came to a stop, much to her apparent discontent. Lars walked to the driver's side of the stopped vehicle. She hadn't had the mind to lock the door, so at least he wouldn't have to worry about ripping it off. The attendant to the pay booth stretched her middle aged self out her window to see the commotion as Lars reached in to press a hand against the werewolf's shoulder, "Move the fuck over," he grunted as he made way for himself in the driver's seat. He figured he could do far worse a punishment then simply throw her out of his car on the spot - only to have her jack some other fucker's car. Of course, it wasn't like he could stop her from just opening her own door and taking her happy ass away from here, but she wanted to steal his car so much, he might as well give her a ride in it. He reached over her and into the glove box and pulled out some electrical tape, bending his head down to fix the wires to their original places. In a few minutes, he had the key in the ignition and his wedding band glistened in the street light while his hand was curled around the steering wheel. He didn't look over while he voiced his first thoughts, "Even if it hadn't died on you, what the fuck made you think you were going to get away with it?" THIS IS TAGGED TO KAIA & OPEN. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO GLASSJAW AS SHE WROTE THIS 510 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, hahaha, he so clever.

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