Daileh Few
mixed race
human/demon ability to summon help manipulation ability to absorb people
oranges and bad habits
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Post by Daileh Few on Aug 17, 2008 17:14:48 GMT -5
mort. closed.
Very quickly, Daileh was getting increasingly annoyed by Kjara. Between Bella and Kjara she was barely surviving on the little time she had to begin with. It was nothing but Kjara and her ‘boo hoos’ and Bella and her oh-so-gutsy ‘fuck you’s. It was just getting so tiring. So, as the petit little girl headed towards the school from the woods, she was trying not to step on every woodland creature she came across. Shivering, she looked down at the black and white striped long-sleeved shirt, rolling her eyes in response to the blood splattered on her shirt. “Great, I look like a murderous bitch.” Sighing, she dropped her bag into the snow, pulling the black sweater over her head. Unfortunately, now she was wearing nothing but black. Do you have any idea how badly she wanted to kill herself now? She hated colors; however wearing all black was so cliché it made her sick. And with her hair, well, it just looked funny.
Daileh stared at her feet, lips forming a slight pout. Great. Now she wanted to run back into the woods and slit Kjara’s throat. But that wouldn’t happen. Kjara was someone she actually sorta liked. Besides, she was pretty good in bed. So hey, maybe she could control her anger and let the pathetic little worm live a bit longer. But Bella? Not so likely. Now, she just pissed her off. Sighing, she dropped down to the snow, sitting on her bag. Unfortunately, the place they were holding Kjara was pretty far out into the woods. At least a damn mile. And who the fuck wanted to walk that so often? Maybe if they just killed her or let her go they wouldn’t have to keep walking back and forth. Hell, today Ezra hadn’t even bothered to show up.
Maybe next time, even if there wasn’t a point in it. Kjara wasn’t going to tell a damn person. She probably knew what would happen by now.
For once, Daileh was getting tired of the torture. With a yawn, she pulled the hood over her head, blinking as it fell over her eyes. What the fuck? “Forget murderous, I look like the Grim Reaper or something,” she murmured, grinning childishly. Dai dug her toes into the ground, covering them some in snow before kicking the snow into the air. Oh, wouldn’t you know it, she was actually feeling giggly. It was a scarier sight than her with a victim. Reaching out, she pilled some snow into a ball, setting it down and making another smaller one. What? Even she could make a baby snow man.
Curiously, she froze, hearing snow crunching somewhere around her. Eyes narrowed, Daileh stayed put, shoving her hand down on top of the baby snow man. No way it was Kjara, that was for sure. She couldn’t be so quiet in her state. Sighing, Daileh decided to play dumb, pretending that she hadn’t heard a thing. Once more, she started with the little snow man, this time nearly shoving it to the ground several times.
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Mortimer Edison
demon
wields shadow night vision limited shapeshifting ability to create a scythe out of shadow
from the taste of my lips, you know that i'm toxic...
Posts: 88
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Post by Mortimer Edison on Aug 17, 2008 18:38:51 GMT -5
Huh. Fancy that. This girl was involved with the disappearances? It's funny how things work out. Sure, he had been almost certain that Ezra was involved in all this, but this girl? Daileh, was it? It was almost too good to be true. He had followed her after their first meeting, having been intrigued by her, but he only expected her to be some kind of nympho. This was so much better. Mort had wanted to involve himself in the murders ever since he first heard about them. After all, it was his thing. Now maybe he could teach these school kids some tricks.
He cautiously followed her as she made her way out of the forest, sticking to the shadows of the massive trees. She soon stopped, dropped her bag, and pulled on a black sweater, which reminded Mort of how damn cold it was. Keeping the girl in his peripheral vision, he looked down, zipped up his black jacket and flipped the hood over his head. He knew he may have been a walking cliche - especially when he had his scythe - but he liked the imagery it put across. He did have a teensy habit of killing people, after all; it was only natural for him to associate himself with Death. Whether or not there was actually a Death he wasn't sure of, but if there was, Mort knew he'd be worrying about his job security.
As if on cue, the girl placed her own hood over her head. Mort almost orgasmed. Well, maybe that word is a little too strong. But he got excited. A lot. “Forget murderous, I look like the Grim Reaper or something.” It suits you, he replied in his mind, a large smirk playing across his face. The young demon continued to watch the girl as she played with the snow, then crouched when he realized she would be there for a while. Suddenly there was the slight sound of crunching snow, which was as loud as an avalanche in his ears. He had misplaced his foot as he crouched, and was sure that he had given himself away. Sure, it was quiet, but this girl looked like she knew what she was doing; she would've been listening out for even the smallest of noises.
Mort let out a disappointed sigh and stood up and moved away from his hiding place and out into the open. He kept his distance from the girl - after all, he didn't want to frighten her - at least not yet. "Wow. I knew you were interesting, but I didn't know you were this interesting. Having a part in those disappearances, torturing practically innocent people? Not that I'm particularly surprised." He smirked. "It suits you. Just like your clothes." He took a few steps toward the girl, then spoke again. "I'm sorry for following you by the way," he apologized sincerely. "It's just that when I get interested in something, I like to study it. And fuck are you interesting."
The boy's blue-green eyes had a peculiar sparkle to them as he advanced toward the girl once more, leaving only a couple feet separating the pair. "Let me cut to the chase," he continued, licking his smirking lips slightly. "I want in. The tortures, the murders, everything. I need something to stop me from getting homesick. Besides. It'll help me get to know you." His smirk was now a soft smile, much like the one he had displayed so often earlier that day, only now he meant it. This girl intrigued him to no end.
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Daileh Few
mixed race
human/demon ability to summon help manipulation ability to absorb people
oranges and bad habits
Posts: 109
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Post by Daileh Few on Aug 20, 2008 23:55:21 GMT -5
“Having a part in those disappearances, torturing practically innocent people? Not that I'm particularly surprised. It suits you. Just like your clothes.”
Sure, it was basically the guy was a suck up? Whatever he was, it was working. Daileh was definitely the type of girl to like to get her ego stroked. Just a little more, she thought to herself, doing what she could to not smirk. Whatever he was playing at, he sure knew how.
“As flattering as that is, how do I know I can trust a thing you say?” Sitting in the snow with her arms crossed, Daileh had to strain her neck some to look up to him. Had it been someone of a fairly average height (like a 5’11” boy, one that was only a foot taller), she’d have stood up to bridge the height gap. But now? She thought she’d just look silly standing to try and look intimidating. Surely, she had to look much more intimidating sitting in the snow and glowering up at Mort.
Damn her and her Napoleon complex.
The white haired girl rolled her eyes as Mort continued talking. And talking… And talking. “God, does he ever shut up,” she murmured, mostly to herself due to the fact that she hadn’t intended to say it. Realizing that she’d said it, she shrugged it off quickly, looking to Mort. Like he didn’t already think she was nuts? “I mean, seriously, you talk so much.” Lazily, she rested her cheek against her fist, scanning the area curiously. “I just don’t get how one person can talk so much.” She was half ignoring him by this point, talking as if he weren’t even there. It was surprisingly hard to do.
The fact that the little twerp had followed her was rather annoying, and the least bit flattering. Unfortunately, now he knew that she was involved in the murders. Now that, that was a problem. First Kjara and her dramatics, now this? At least he wasn’t threatening to tell. He just wanted in. You know that old saying about how there’s strength in numbers? This wasn’t one of those situations. The more people involved the more chances for mistake. And to think, they’d already cut it close when there were just three of them, thanks to Ezra. “Get to know me?” No, not murders? or torture? Why bother playing dumb at this point? “You mean like you’ve gotten to know every other girl in the school? Or are you looking for evidence? Because really, I don’t mind.”
However, she probably should’ve included the bit about snapping his neck if she happened to feel like it.
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Mortimer Edison
demon
wields shadow night vision limited shapeshifting ability to create a scythe out of shadow
from the taste of my lips, you know that i'm toxic...
Posts: 88
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Post by Mortimer Edison on Aug 21, 2008 4:54:34 GMT -5
Mort couldn't help but smirk as he locked eyes with the girl. Sitting there in the snow with her arms crossed, a miniature snowman behind her, she looked just like a spoiled child having a tantrum. And it was adorable. He blinked and shook his head. Adorable? The only thing he had ever used that word to describe before then was the fury and defiance on his victims' faces as he tortured them. It was incredibly strange for him to be using the word so genuinely and so affectionately.
"What would I accomplish by lying?" He asked simply. "If I wanted to turn you in, I would've ran as soon as I saw you. If I wanted to blackmail you, I wouldn't be out here talking to you face to face." “God, does he ever shut up? I mean, seriously, you talk so much. I just don’t get how one person can talk so much.” Unaffected, Mort laughed, took a step closer to Dai, crouched down and leaned toward her, their faces only inches apart. "Luckily for you, my best work isn't done when I'm talking. In fact, we could shut up right now, if you like." His smirk was still present as he continued to stare into Daileh's eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of her soul. After a few fruitless moments he released his gaze and fell backwards into the snow, landing on his behind.
“Get to know me? You mean like you’ve gotten to know every other girl in the school? Or are you looking for evidence? Because really, I don’t mind.” He wasn't particularly surprised to hear that comment. After all, he had been flirting with virtually every girl (and guy, for that matter) that he had met. But, for some reason, Mort couldn't help but feel that things were different this time. However, aside from not meaning sex, he couldn't figure out how. "Oh come on. If all I wanted from you was sex, I wouldn't have bothered with all this. I would've just used my natural charms," he joked, expecting to hear a snort at this comment. "So yes, I do in fact want to get to know you. I'm interested in whether you're as fucked up as I am." Given the moment of vulnerability he had just placed himself in, Mort anticipated some sort of laughter at this, either because the girl felt he was lying to try and relate with her, or simply because he was so pitiful. He quickly ended the pause, not wanting to find out. "So, am I in or not?" [Lulz, evidence. x3]
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Daileh Few
mixed race
human/demon ability to summon help manipulation ability to absorb people
oranges and bad habits
Posts: 109
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Post by Daileh Few on Aug 28, 2008 17:44:05 GMT -5
Feeling her personal space being invaded, Daileh leaned back, inching away from the Demon in front of her. Thinking over it, she couldn’t help but allow a smirk to come to her face. Okay, so maybe Mort wasn’t looking for anything more than a few victims and getting laid (like he needed to), but the fact remained. A Demon, an actual real one—other than Ezra and Jackson, because they were just teddy-bears—was asking a lowly little Halfling. Well, this was flattering.
“ Oh come on. If all I wanted from you was sex, I wouldn't have bothered with all this. I would've just used my natural charms.” Oh, cute. “You know that natural charms don’t work on me, right? I mean, have you heard a damn thing?” She was assuming not, since he’d mentioned charm in her presence. The word alone made her want to use her own. Maybe force a guy onto his knees, convince some poor sap that they were melting, or maybe even that their innards were falling out. Huh, I’ll have to remember that one.
“So, am I in or not?" Daileh shrugged her shoulders, standing and starting in a circle around Mort. Packing the snow in her hand, she looked at the back of the Demon’s head. “It’s really not up to me. I mean, I don’t work alone.” There was no way she ever could. “But it you really want in, then here’s the deal.” Chucking the snowball at Mort’s head, the petit girl smirked and headed over, kneeling down beside him and resting an elbow on his shoulder. “I can give you someone to take care of, and I won’t tell them until they mention it. Do a clean job, leave no evidence and I’ll let them know if you do good. If not I’ll just pretend I’ve no idea and you can start hoping they don’t find out.” Plastering on a smirk, she plopped down into the snow, ignoring the cold as it bit into her hand. “I you don’t hear from me in about a week about it then just assume you can give it another shot.” Obviously, she didn’t like getting her hands dirty.
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