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[Darkness]

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Darkness Stumled over the threshhold of the tavern, still dripping wet from what had just happened to her. Her black hair was matted to the sides of her face, water was still dripping down from the ends of her black sleeves. In her right hand, the knife that she had used to kill her husband was still in her hand, her pale fingers wrapped tighly around the hilt of the lucky knife. His blood, a bit of it at least, was still dripping at the top of the knife, slowly onto the tavern floor. With every little drop that hit the floor, a small puddle of water and blood began to form at her feet. Which were bare, from her slippers having fallen off as she'd drowned in the lake near her home. Right next door to her home, actually.. And the drops from that sweet lake she could still feel dripping off her. <C>
Darkness Helping to form the previously mentioned puddle of water and blood. She must have stood there for at least five minutes, with her head bowed, hair outlining the sides of her face, looking down at the floor, her eyes closed. Whether she was feeling remourse or whether she was trying to grasp the situation, it was not easy to see. As suddenly as she had gone into this state, she snapped out of it, and pushed her way through the crowd, making a bath through the mass of people to the bar. Without looking around, to see if anybody was working the bar, or if anybody would help her, she leaned her front half over the bar, searched with her hand underneath the counter, and grabbed the first towel that she could find. While still keeping her other hand, that wasn't searching for the knife. <C>
Kyle (genesis_project_kyle) joined the room
Darkness Gripped around the handle of the knife. She wasn't breathing heavily, as most people did after they had done something that had required a lot of physical energy. She didn't seem to need to breathe. Indeed she did not, because of the simple fact that she was undead. Didn't need anyone to point this out to her, she had figured this out before making the long walk to the tavern, the nearest one that she could find. Like hell she was going back to that house, where that son of a bitch was stabbed through the head, the knife piercing his skull all the way through, until it protruded into the bed beneath his skull and the pillow. Refused to go back there.. She had spent 10-years of pure hell in that house, and she was not going to spend another second longer there. <C>
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Kyle Fingers curled around the worn oxidized brass knob on the door and it began to turn, the low click of the latch releasing nearly deafened out completely by the din resonating from within the room. The old well oiled hinges made no sound as the door swung open, teetering heavily when it was released, for the hinges had recieved so much abuse by the others that frequented this place with their slamming that the door was but a few more impacts from falling from it's place. He grasped the door and closed it slowly behind himself, making sure the latch caught on the door before he continued forward into this place, stepping from the darkness near the door and into the radiant brilliance of the candelabra above. The light shone over his bleach blonde hair and over the pale complexion of his
Kyle: <c>
Darkness The son of a bitch had deserved to die. He'd had it coming for 10-years. Beatings, those vile names that he had screamed at her. The babies that she had lost, because he simply wanted a punching bag as a sort of hobby.. No part of her body had been off limits to him. But had she complained? Not one time, in 10-years, had she uttered one single word of pain or anger towards him. Not one complaint! And this is what he had done to her, after she fought back against his abuse? After all that she had done for him? This was how he had repaid her?.. But it was all water under the bridge now, she thought smugly. He was dead, and she was glad because of it. Rubbing the towel back and forth against her hair, trying to dry it. If her hair was dry, maybe she would warm up. <C>
Darkness But why warm up? She didn't need to. The cold, the heat, none of those would bug her. Though she knew this, she wanted to get dry. Did not want to slip on the puddles that she kept making everywhere, and she did not want anyone to come over to make sure that she was 'okay.
Kyle: features as he lifted his gaze and blinked twice, in order to adjust his eyes to the brilliance of the room. Icy blue eyes stared forward from the shadows cast over them by heavy brows. His gaze darted to each different occupant for a moment before he stepped forward once more, continuing his way into the brilliant depths of this establishment. He moved lazily, as if he were not worried with time at all, for it mattered little to him, he had no doubt that his time would end soon enough, no need to go rushing into it. He finally found what seemed to be a suitable place, near the center of the tavern and drew out the chair, spinning it around so the back would rest against his chest when he sat. And sit he did, lowering down into the seat, allowing the long coat he wore to spread <c>
Darkness But why warm up? She didn't need to. The cold, the heat, none of those would bug her. Though she knew this, she wanted to get dry. Did not want to slip on the puddles that she kept making everywhere, and she did not want anyone to come over to make sure that she was 'okay. Because she was not 'okay.' What did they care? Snorting at the lot of them, grumbling to herself as she rubbed her hair between the towel and switched to the other side. Her hair was beginning to get a bit dryer, all she needed now was some kind of warm clothes, something dry.. Sneaking a quick glance up the bar she slipped past the end of the bar, down the hallway, and into the back room. Where she could see the tenders kept their own things, until their shift was over, and it was time for them to leave. <C>
Kyle: pen. He wore a plain grey shirt beneath the coat and one ornamental item, a thin gold necklace with an hourglass on it. He sighed a bit and folded his arms infront of himself, on the back of the chair. His chin came down to rest on his arms as he let his gaze wander over the different occupants that made their way through this place, though he hardly seemed too interested in their activities. He smirked a bit to himself as he adjusted slightly in the chair, running his tongue over dry lips before looking down at the table infront of himself, letting his eyes trace wear of years on the coarse wooden surface of the table-top.<end>
Kyle . o O ( god.. -erases that smiley and puts an : O in there )
Darkness Finding a black shirt, (IE, the one she has on her profile) a black skirt that went down to her ankles. With a little more searching through the clsoet, she found a pair of black boots that would fit her feet. A little big, but she could always get used to that. They were better than nothing at all. Tying them up quickly, flicking her eyes every few seconds to the sliver of light that came down through the hallway, from the main room over the tavern. Seeing if there was anybody coming, prepared to spring or attack if the need arised. But the need didn't arise, and she finished tying up her boots, after lacing them up. Stood up from the bench she'd sat on to do all of this, and tossed her wet clothes into the furnace, locking the door shut as she listened to the clothes fry to a crisp. <C>
Darkness Looking around for the knife that she had found.. But she quickly saw it on the bench, where she had left it, so she could get dressed. Swiping the knife up into her hand, squeezing the handle with her fingers, looking down intently upon the knife. This knife had saved her life, it had.. Perhaps it was the only friend that she had. That she'd ever have. Better to have this friend, than those who might end up back stabbing you. However, she would be the one doing the stabbing, this time around. She'd proven that already with her husband. Sneaking back out into the main room of the tavern, lowering her body onto the stool at the end of the bar. Pushing her drying hair over her shoulders, lowering her gaze down upon the bartop. And ignoring everybody around her soon afterwards.
Kyle Electic blue eyes lifted as one of the women that he'd noticed a while before suddenly reappeared from near the back. Those penetrating eyes leveled on the woman for a moment, noting the purely black attire and the way that she seemed to be interested only in avoiding any contact with any occupant. An eyebrow arched slightly before his shoulders rose and fell in a shrug of disinterest and he turned his own gaze back down to the table before himself. He seemed to become entranced by the dark lines that had been carved into the hard surface before him. So much that his hand slipped forward, fingers splaying to caress over the valleys and grooves that were worked into the wood. His eyes narrowed a bit as he let his fingers continue to dance over the poorly wrought table top. <c>
Kyle He seemed like he was reading the history of the wood before him, so intent was his interest in it. He then jerked his gaze away and looked back up, those startlingly blue occulars shifting once more over the different occupants in this place. He seemed to be searching out something, or waiting for something to happen, and by the intensity of his gaze it seemed that what ever he searched or waited for was hardly of a good nature. He wiped a small smirk from his lips when a waitress approached him and looked down, requesting his order. He nodded a bit and withdrew a small amount of currency, which he handed to the woman in exchange for a beer. She nodded and departed the table, heading towards the bar to fulfill his request.
Darkness Gritting her teeth, as she felt someone's eyes upon her. It was a male's eyes, it had to be. Only a male's eyes would make her anger bristle this intensely, and instantly. But she did not look at him. She would not give him the satisfaction that she was indeed interested in him. Moving the knife from her hand, dangling her arm at her side, and put the knife in her lap, her fingers still gripping it tightly. Would not let go, because that would mean that she'd lose some of the satisfaction that was still coursing through her veins, from the murder of her former husband. Former indeed. He was still dead in their bed, his eyes looking lifelessly up at the ceiling, his mouth still open as he'd opened his mouth to scream, but the scream had been cut off by a stab to his throat.. <C>
Darkness A squirt of blood flying into her face, as she again and again stabbed him, ending the gurgle gasps of pain with a final blow to the head, the knife impaling him through the front of his forehead, hitting his brain instantly.. No, she did not cry tears of water anymore. Her tears were blood, and always would be. Angrilly dragging the back of her sleeve across her eyes, the blood invisible thanks to the black shirt that she was wearing. Hooking her boots on the rungs of the stool, faintly reminded in the back of her mind that there had been someone watching her.. But he seemed to have stopped. Perhaps when she did not look back at him, or appear interested in anybody in this tavern. Reaching over with her pale hand, taking a pinch of her wet hair, and chewing on it. A habit she did <C>
Kyle He grumbled slightly and rose to his feet when his drink didn't return for a few minutes. He pulled his jacket shut around himself and stepped forward heading towards the bar. He came to rest standing next to the woman that he'd watched for a brief time, mainly because that was about as close as he could get to the waitress, who was busy flirting with the tender. "S'cuze me miss, would you be so kind as to hand me my beer?" The woman cast him a look of disgust at his interuption and pulled a beer out of the cooler and set it down infront of him. He smiled softly and took the beer, making sure to not let too much sarcasm come to his voice. "Thank you so much for working that into your busy schedule." He then glanced down at the dark haired woman, an eyebrow arching slightly as he <c>
Kyle watched her chew on her hair. "You know scissors would probably work better than your teeth if you are looking to get a trim, that'll just fray the hell out of it and you'll be spitting out hair for days." He'd noticed her disinterest in dealing with anyone, so he didn't really bother to stick around to see if there would be much of a verbal response. He doubted she'd even take notice of his comment as he turned from the counter and took a sip of his beer, his piercing gaze sweeping the room once more before he took a step away from the counter and towards his table once more. <e>
Kyle . o O ( gha..short. )
Darkness If her grip could have gotten any tighter around the knife that she'd been holding from the very moment that she'd entered this tavern, it would have. Her fingers were currenly holding the knife's handle so tightly that her knuckles, already pale, were a few shades whiter than what a pale ghost would have been, if she had believed in that sort of thing. Well, she hadn't believed that you could be undead until tonight, either, so there could be such things as ghosts around. She just had yet to see one. She had to see something, to believe it, that was just her way of doing things. Upon hearing him talk to her, and perk his brow at her, she gritted her teeth more, and in as calm as a voice she could muster, she replied, "And if my hair were as short as your's." <C>
Darkness . o O ( -Waves hand.- Excuse the fact that she's a bitch, please. )
Kyle . o O ( Thus the reason she is interesting! And he's a sarcastic smart ass, though I'm sure you noticed )
Darkness "I wouldn't have the temptation to chew on it, now would I?" Almost added sarcastically, "Sir," but she refrained herself. As angry as she was, with all the anger coursing through her veins, he had done nothing, really, and there wasn't much of a need to snap at him in the way that she had. But if he had kept his comments to himself, had not looked at her as though she were an intersting creature at the zoo in a cage, she probably would not have even spoken to him. It was very likely she would have kept her fat mouth shut. Flicking her eyes to Raven in the next second, stabbing the knife she'd brought into the tavern into the counter of the bar. "If you don't want to lose those pretty little eyes, I'd suggest averting them elsewhere." <C>
Darkness Wrapping her fingers back around the handle of the sword, jerking it out of the bar, and placing it back in her lap. Oh, how she would like to stab somebody some more. She could get some of this anger out, some of this boiling anger..
Kyle A small smirk played across his lips as he turned and glanced back at the woman who'd come back with a rather bitter retort. A little bit of amusement slipped into his voice as he spoke, casually swirling the beer he held in his hand as he did so, "A good point, though your resemblance to a male would be too startling for most glossy eyed young women to realize. If you do so I suggest that you prepare yourself for the attention of the ladies, unless you are already so inclined." He lifted the beer to his lips and took a swig as he turned back from her a bit, his head turning slightly as he watched the blade of her knife slam home into the bar counter infront of her. His smirk Darkness . o O ( Be prepared for a beer swung at his head. >_> )
Kyle Once more the bottle found his lips as he moved, pouring some of the bitter cold liquor down his throat. He seemed to be rather oblivious to her now, though the opposite was indeed true, his senses became more keen, the world seeming to flood him with sounds for a time before he focused his senses to lock mainly on the woman he'd adressed. He continued towards the table, occasionally swigging from the chilled bottle in his hand, which almost always was followed by his tongue wiping the residue from his lips.<e>

[Darkness]

Darkness Almost wanted to laugh. No, really. She did. But the fact that he was a male, and the fact that he had started this, was fresh in her mind, and the sting of his words did not fade quickly, as she'd hoped that they would, if she encountered anybody like him. The fact is, that she would have liked nothing more than to cut him from head to toe, pull his intestines out of his body, and decorate the tavern for the approach of Christmas, only a fornight away. But the part of her brain that still had some decency left in it pointed out that his back was turned, and angry at him or not, it was dishonorable to attack your opponet when their back was turned. She'd had that taught to her the hard way, and she had no desire to learn it again, even if she was now undead. None. <C>
Darkness Knew enough from abuse that she only had to be taught a lesson once, for it to sink in. Usually the lesson was proceeded by a slap or hit of some kind, and she had no doubt in her mind that he could probably do to her, what she really wanted to do to him. And, again, he had done nothing, really, to get her to where she was now. It was very likely that he'd been trying to pass it off as some kind of joke, and she had merely taken it the wrong way. However, the fact still remains that she's angry, has every right to be, and he wasn't making her night any easier to weather. The reply, "After being with my husband for 10-years, a fornicateing woman could probably do better than he did." But that would mean giving him an insight into her marriage, or what had been her marriage. <C>
Darkness Kind of hard to say that you're still married, when your former husband was currently laying dead upon the bed you had shared, in a pool of his own blood, with a gaping knife wound in his forehead, and countless others all over his body. A smirk formed and spread from the corners of her lips, her eyes narrowing on the bar top infront of her. He was dead. The tight feeling of worry and helplessness that threatend to wash over her eased slightly. The only thing she could think of to say, other than what she'd wanted to say was, "And you stick to the guys. Good plan." Gritting her teeth again after saying it, but feeling a little better that she'd gotten some kind of retort out, however pathetic.
table. He folded his arms on the back of the chair and leaned forward against it, just watching her for a moment, as if egging her on to come back with another retort. A moment or two later he reached back towards his beer, grasping it and lifting it to his lips, taking a long swig from it, tipping his head back slightly as he did so, in order to facilitate a more rapid draining of the liquids. He then set the bottle down and glanced back at her, that arrogant smirk playing over his lips as he did so. Her attempt at a cruel retort had amused him, and now he was enjoying himself for the first time in quite a while. <c>
Kyle She was angry, bitter and resentful at the world, that much was apparent, but that happened to everyone eventually, he had no pitty for those that didn't gain control of it, if even something that had been so cruely mutated like he could get through such feelings then no one else had an excuse. He ran his tongue over those pale lips and then slid a hand into his pocket, grasping his packet of smokes and the lighter, drawing the both out and placing them down on the table before himself. His eyes lowered to them and he seemed to become momentarily transfixed by them, as if his eyes were boring into the very core of the pack and into each cigarette that resided within.
Darkness Snorted at him. Actually snorted at him. And he thought that her retorts were weak? What about the one that he had just spewed out? But look at her! Her hair was still dripping wet, her skin was about as pale as a baby sea horse. Of course anybody's company would be better suited for him than her. A pile of dung would probably be more obliging to him than she was being at the moment. But her snort, still fresh out of anger, was soon followed by. "Did you just get wind of that, or have you been pondering on it for a while? I look like I took a swim in a lake and forgot midway through the swim, how to keep myself above the surface." Snorting at him again, perhaps because his smirks and the looks that he continued to cast her were really becoming quite annoying. <C>
Darkness Sure, one or two of them was fine. But he was flying by those numbers, and was about to probably enter the double digits. And that was far more annoying than her bad mood. As hard as she might try, her mind was having a hard time grasping at what she had done. And what her 'husband' had done. Drowning her, all because her fuse snapped and she was tired of being abused? Snickered afterwards, not at him, but at her behavior. She still had some of her humor left, or a sense of it, even a smidgen of it. And she probably did look like a drowned rat, and probably should not be chewing on her hair. What right, however, did he have to point it out in the fashion that he had? None at all! Bastard. Without thinking, she began to crack her knuckles, her knuckles popping loudly as she drifted. <C>
Darkness Somewhere between daydreams, and the reality of the tavern, the room, and the conversation that she was currently having, if you could call what they were talking about a conversation, when it was probably really a pissing contest. Blinking herelf back into reality, she blinked back at Kyle, her long lashes blinking the droplets of water from her eyes. "Sorry. What were we talking about?"
Darkness . o O ( I'm unsure of whether to love her, slap her, or try and kill her, though she's already undead. And she's my char. -Dies.- )
Kyle A low rumbling laugh resonated from deep within his chest at the way she mentioned her appearance. He leaned his chest a bit more against the back of the chair and shook his head slightly as he reached down, taking up his beer and letting a swig flow down his throat before he set it down. "Your appearance, however unique hardly it the reason most would probably find your company daunting. It's that self absorbed depression and bitter outlook that you seem to radiate like a halo. You know it's really quite a shame, because without it you'd probably be rather attractive." He lifted his beer in salute and then finished it off with one final swig. He then placed it on it's side on the table top and placed a finger atop it. He idly began to spin it with his thumb, not letting his index
Kyle: <c>
Kyle finger slip from where it applied pressure to the center of the bottle. It spun rapidly, until the friction of the table and his finger caused a small crack to form and then rapidly grow. The sound of the glass shattering filled the air around him as one of the shards jabbed up into his index finger. He grimaced a bit and pulled his finger away from the shattered glass, looking down at it before lifting the finger to his hand and tearing the shard from his flesh with his teeth. He spat the bloody sliver to the floor and then glanced at his finger as it began to close itself. "Bloody clumsy that was."
Darkness Said nothing for a moment to his compliment. The anger from it burned too quickly to the surface of her skin. She was not here to be eye candy to anyone. She was not here to make friends. Even if that was the reason he was in this establishment, it was clear that it she did not share the same intentions and purposes as she did. Her fingers, already wound tight around the hilt of the knife, tightened further. To get out some of her own fustration, and not to intimidate or impress this man, she slammed her knife down into the bar, half turned in her stool, and fixed him with a look. That was the only word that he could probably use to desribe the look that she gave him: The Look. Her eyes narrowed, her mouth became a slim and thin little line. Staring at him. <C>
Darkness And he had laughed at her! Out of the all the annoying things to do, he had to pick the one thing that she really hated. He laughed. Scowling at him, jerking her knife out of the bar, she waved it at him. "The next time you decide to piss somebody off, do it when you're not spinning a bottle, or doing whatever the hell it was that you were doing. The blind piano player saw that one coming." Jerking her thumb over at the blind man playing the piano, who blinked in her direction, though he missed her face and blinked a couple feet to the left from where she was. But she got the jist. Almost asked, "Is your finger okay?" But even before she could ask the question, his finger healed. Firmly shutting her mouth again, dumping her knife once again into her lap, almost like she. <C>
Darkness Wanted to protect it.
Kyle "Well you weren't helping to lighten my mood, well not too much at least. I had to find something to occupy my rather short attension span, since there is really no work for me in a local like this." He glanced at his finger for a moment and then shrugged, " The wonders of technology, rapid healing and the lack of more than a few pain receptors." He shrugged and looked back up at her, shaking his head a bit seeing that she'd imbedded the knife into the counter once more and then jerked it out with a look of shock on her face. "You know that's a very good way to dull that blade and make it about as useful as a butter knife. You keep slamming the tip into things and before long you'll only be tickling people with that blade, not scaring them or harming them." <c>
Kyle His hand cupped the glass shards on the table and brushed them into a pile as he lifted his free hand and summoned the waitress over. He got a glare at the broken glass and she placed a second beer infront of him, taking his payment and scowling even more at the lack of him tipping her. He arched an eyebrow at the scowl, obviously questioning the waitress if she thought she really deserved it. He then turned his gaze back to the woman he'd had the bitter pissing contest with and ran his tongue across his teeth as he curled fingers around his beer and thought a moment before bothering to speak again. "I'm Kyle by the way.. Kyle Roberts.. And you are?"
Darkness . o O ( Here I was, thinking I could run to the bathroom and back again, before you'd posted. I hate being wrong. )
Kyle . o O ( sorry.. warn me next time and I'll type slower! )
Darkness . o O ( Type slower. )
Kyle . o O ( -detaches a finger from each hand, putting one behind each ear.- Ok.. now in slow typing mode )
Darkness "I can't even lighten my own mood, let alone somebody else's. Lighten your's on your own time, I've got problems of my own." Digging the edge of the tip of her knife along the bar, carving a little moon into the bartop. Like the waitress had done to him, with the glare and the scowl, the tender was eyeing her, his face becoming speckled with little flecks of red and purple. As though he wanted to say something about what she was doing to his bar, but wasn't quite brave enough to say anything to her, let alone infront of Kyle, whose skin the tender had watched with his own eyes heal up, even with a deep cut like he'd gotten. So, he wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to tell her, or him, not to do something. But at the same time, his precious bar top!.. But he stayed quiet. <C>
Darkness "Dunno what I did that for." Studying the badly carved moon for a second, shrugging her shoulders at it, and looking suspicously back over at Kyle. "I can't remember my name. I dro-" Almost said drowned, which would mean that someone had held her underwater, and forced her to stay there. But she couldn't let him know that. The last thing that she wanted was for him to ask for details, or look sorry, or even try and think of something to say. Averting her last sentence, "I just don't remember it at the moment, is all." Chewing on the inside of her lower lip in thought, her eyes lingering on the knife that she had clutched in her hand. "Guess you're better off just calling me Darkness, 'til I remember what my name is. Only thing I'll answer to at the moment, so it'll -" <C>
Darkness "Have to do." Gathering her skirt around her, she shot Kyle a look, muttered, "Nice to meet you," and scurried past her to the door. She pushed it open and disappeared into the shadows, having other things to do, and he was only delaying her, though the fault couldn't be completely put on him. She'd delayed as much as he had. But she was gone, leaving him to wonder if she'd lost her mind, or if her mind had simply ran away from her.