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Post by 10 on Dec 20, 2007 6:49:50 GMT -5
TEN turned her head suddenly and gave the new guy that appeared a very odd look. [/i] Uh...who are you?[/center] |
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Post by saint on Dec 20, 2007 7:09:21 GMT -5
Charisma can hide the most glaring character traits, it was true that Peter Saint would often be seen enjoying the ecstatic feeling that could be drawn from the fine female form, or merely commenting upon the bleak state that many of us find ourselves living in, but, when push came to shove, the Fallen Disciple could find himself falling into a frenzy, fuelled by the bile and hatred towards the conspirators of his own death at the hands of an upside-down crusifix.
Peter Saint immediately bursts into a frenzy, his smirk remains on his face but his eyes portray a different feeling altogether, pure, concentrated hatred, thicker than blood, tougher than bone, unrelenting and unwavering, just an amazing fervor of disgust and hatred towards mankind that would drive him into battle against the toughest of odds.
Saint would reach behind his back and into a quiver on his back, he wore it often whilst walking the streets, in case of trouble, and trouble had come here. Out of the quiver he would pull a large metal baseball bat, the words "Que Pasa Contingo" (Whats the matter with you) etched across it. Saint's smirk would grow wider, "What was the matter with him?" he thought to himself.
He enjoyed violence too much. That's what. He'd definately tell his psychologist that on Monday, but no time for that now. With a swing of his bat one of the two assailents would fall to the ground, clutching his face, Saint would then reel back and swing once more, sending another man to the ground. Saint quickly mounts onto the man and begins crashing away with his powerful fists on the mans face.
Punch-after-punch. Crack-after-crack. Saint was slowly breaking every bone in the mans jaw, everything was falling apart beneath the amazing force of Saint's blunt hands, shadowboxing a wall did him good, he knew that much. With the barrage quickening, splurts of blood would fly up and drape a crimson mask across Peter Saint's face. One more shot and the man fell still, Saint knew he was gone.
Saint would get to his feet and see the other man beginning to stir. That trademark smirk across Peter Saint's face was wider than it ever was, draped in blood and wearing a grin, he looked like something straight out of hell. Ironic, considering his origin was heaven. Saint would quickly drop the bat over the second man's throat, pushing it down, harder and harder. The panicked sounds of the second assailents worried gargles merely fuelled the fire within Saint's mind.
"Push. Harder. Make him choke." His mind was nothing more than those three phrases stuck on repeat, another strong push and the sound of bones snapping would drown all other sounds out. Another man down. Time to finish the fight.
Saint would stand up and move towards the remaining men... Before turning to Ten, covered in blood and smirking like it was the happiest day of his life.
Saint: 'My name is Peter Saint. I'm a Guardian Angel and today, you two are my protectees.'
Another smirk and a flick of his hair, Saint would rub the blood away from his eyes and set back to work towards the remaining enemies. His metal bat gleaming in the pale moonlight.
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Post by phoenix on Dec 20, 2007 7:19:25 GMT -5
Nova punched one of the two remaining trouble makers straight to the ground for a marvelous KO. The dirt just flew up when the 240lbs unconscious body fell on the ground. Nova was ready to explode. He didn't know Peter Saint had eliminated the others. In fact, he had no ideas who was still around him. His eyes were on the guy in front of him. Yep, the one that was wetting his pants like a baby. Nova walked forward towards him.
''Aaahh!.. aahh! MAN PL.. PLEASE DON'T KILL ME MAN!!!''
And with that, he ran away, still wetting his pants. There was a foul odor of piss and beer in the air. Quite disgusting. Nova came back to his original state of mind and turned around to see Peter Saint not to far from TEN there, near the old wooden bench. His fists were clenched again! |
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Post by 10 on Dec 20, 2007 7:23:43 GMT -5
TEN, not really sure what she was seeing, simply stood there while everything else was going on. This Pete Saint guy, when he responded, creped her out. All of a sudden, he shows up, stating what TEN had been thinking, then stating that he was a guardian angel? Nova's story was far more believable than Peter's at this point. Peter was almost like a stalker. Had he been stalking? Best not to mention that right now. [/i] Uh....ok?[/center] |
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Post by saint on Dec 20, 2007 7:36:32 GMT -5
Saint: 'I suppose I had better explain myself. This is going to sound weird to both of you, I was walking around, merely collecting my thoughts and planning my next couple of days when I saw those 'foes' of yours sprinting around, I decided to give chase to check it out, and when I got here, I saw you all fighting.'
Smirk.
Saint: 'I wasn't going to let you all be outnumbered and outfought by people like that, so, I opted to hand you a little divine intervention to help you out. I suppose you can call me your own Deus Ex Machina. I tend to arrive at just the right time.'
Saint wipes his brow and looks at his hands, seeing blood.
Saint: 'Wow. I'm sorry for my current appearance, I must look a little strange, I tend to get a little out of hand in a situation I can't win with my current disposition, I thought it'd be better to channel a darker side of my subconscious to fight those men. Fight numbers with pure hatred, I always say.'
Saint rubs the blood off of his face and onto his shirt.
Saint: 'As you probably-don't-know, I'm Peter Saint, the Human-Reincarnation of Saint Simon Peter, the disciple of Christ, of course, I've since fallen out of favor of the Lord above, so no, I can't provide you with eternal youth or sex powers or any of the other outlandish requests I get on a daily basis. Who the hell are you?'
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Post by 10 on Dec 20, 2007 7:44:40 GMT -5
TEN wasn't exactly about to give Peter her name. What exactly was he talking about? Falling from grace? What the fuck? [/i] In a state of confusion as to whether to believe your story is who I am. You come out of no where, beat up those guys then go on to proclaim that your some angel that's fallen out of God's grace. Now, I consider myself to have a pretty open mind. But you sir, are fucking CRAZY!TEN runs over to Nova and hides behind him. She peeks out from behind Nova's back, staring at Peter.[/i][/center] |
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Post by saint on Dec 20, 2007 7:51:09 GMT -5
Saint: 'Crazy or not, I saved both of you just then, now, that either makes me heroic, thus negating my craziness for something far more noble, or I'm insane enough to enter a fight against numbers with only myself and the large pile of meat you're hiding behind. It's a tough choice between those two, that's for sure, but, if I was indeed crazy, would I not know of this already and downplay my affiliation with the one true God and instead attempt to appear as the portrait of normality in an attempt to either befriend you or bed you?'
Smirk.
Saint: 'Obviously, unless I'm gunning for your carnal delights through some form of elaborate reverse psychology, I'm the portrait of sanity, but, I suppose the only way for that to be proven is for me to put down my bat, and for you to come out from hiding behind Lord Calm-and-Verbal, over there, and for us to get to know one an other.'
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Post by Rose McLean on Dec 20, 2007 8:00:20 GMT -5
The little kitty has followed Nova … which was not easy as he is able to fly and she has just her own 4 feet’s to follow him. But now she has caught up with him only to witness that some red haired demon try to attack Nova from behind … Kitty quickly pull out her claws and slowly moves closer … her tail is standing high in the air and is really bushy as she comes closer and closer to her prey … silent as a cat can be she has finally sneaked up behind TEN and then
ROAAAARRRRRRR
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Post by 10 on Dec 20, 2007 8:11:20 GMT -5
The suddenly growl from the near by cat made TEN jump a few feet away from Nova then fall flat on her ass. This night was getting weirder by the minute. First Peter Saint shows up to kick the crap out of the six men that showed up then proclaims that he's an Angel from the heavens above. Now this cat comes out of nowhere to try and attack her. Was she cursed? What was the meaning of all this? [/i] Is there a full moon out tonight? Because that's the only way I can explain all of this weirdness..First you show up Peter, now this cat is trying to attack me? WHAT IS GOING ON!!![/center] |
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Post by phoenix on Dec 20, 2007 8:13:13 GMT -5
He was glad Kitty showed, but in a way, he felt bad. He didn't want her to be hurt or something. It was dangerous here at night. Many weirdos walking around..
Then who was Nova to think that?
His head was aching. He grinned his teeth, closing his eyes, taking his head between his two hands. He was feeling it. He was living it. He didn't like it. There was just another Attitude-Combo-Deluxe person in front of him and he was bored. How about we get right down to business here?
''Any of you got a communication device that we can use to contact the police?''
He pointed at the unconscious filths.
''They are going behind iron bars.''
Aching again.. |
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Post by 10 on Dec 20, 2007 8:20:38 GMT -5
Ye...Yea, I have my cell phone on me. Let me get it for you.
TEN got up and brushed her ass off. She then dug into her jean front pocket and grabbed her cell phone. She took it out then walked back over to Nova and handed it to him. [/i][/center] |
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Post by phoenix on Dec 20, 2007 8:31:39 GMT -5
Meh.
''How do you use it?''
Police here ASAP.
''Can you call the Police? We need these guys behind bars. This place might be safer afterwards.'' |
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Post by 10 on Dec 20, 2007 8:34:28 GMT -5
TEN batted an eye at Nova's question of how to use a cell phone, but since he wanted these guys put away as soon as possible, it was best to just simply go along for now. [/i] Take the top part of the phone and flip it open. Then push the numbers 911 and press talk. Then place it the top part next to your ear and wait for the person on the other end to pick up and just explain the situation.[/center] |
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Post by Rose McLean on Dec 20, 2007 8:35:27 GMT -5
Looking around, Kitty notice six people who are laying on the floor and doesn’t show any sign of reaction … The girl slowly crawls over to them … reaching out with her arm she push a finger in the rips of one of the guys … still no sign of movement. Kitty turns her head to the side and looks at Nova …
Novvaa? …Meowww
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Post by phoenix on Dec 20, 2007 8:37:14 GMT -5
He smiled at Kitty. Looking then at the phone... Damn, technology...
''Stay here Kitty. Ok, here goes.''
Klick.
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''Hello? Arhm.. Hel... It is the Police of Chicago?.. Yes...''
He walked away to give them all infos.. Peter, Kitty and TEN were on there own for at least a few seconds. |
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