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Post by Kenny Gray on Sept 25, 2009 19:51:33 GMT -5
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  iheartyou,daddydearest !♥ lyrics! kiss with a fist - florence + the machine word-count! eight five three outfit! outfittagged! gabriel gray status! finished |
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Post by Gabriel Gray on Sept 30, 2009 10:20:38 GMT -5
 ( SHE GOT THE CALL TODAY , )
one out of the gray, when the smoke cleared . . .
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The windows open, allowing a cool Florissant breeze to stroke through the light curtains and land ever so gracefully against the bare chest visible from underneath a tangle of messy sheets. Last night had been one of those nights which a man never had opportunity to forget—for great things had happened—and it was one of those nights many men just pray to have. A new power gained, blood spilled, and his cock burying itself inside the warm body of Nikki Sanders—it had been a night to remember indeed. His lean pale frame stirring just a bit—mostly due to the sun intake of sunlight—he opened his eyes slowly, careful to leave before the blonde next to him stirred. There had been bruises running along her throat, arms, and legs—and it seemed that Nikki had been just the sweet little masochist which suited Gabriel just fine. Sliding out of the bed Gabriel looked around for his shirt—which seemed to have landed on the lamp. Killing had always drove his hormones high—especially as he dug his fingers inside the head of that man he had been so longing to catch—and now he had been sedated both ways—his strong hunger for power and his equally strong hunger for sex.
Throwing the blanket off of his frame he diligently made his way off of the bed, his thin lean figure contrasting with the heavy sunlight—causing the ripples of hairs on his chest gleam with extravagance. There was so much lust in the air—with Gabriel standing in the middle of the room, a beautiful naked woman lying gracefully in the middle of the bed. He had half the mind to roll back in the sheets and pummel her over again, but he restrained himself, there was no reason to do that now—especially at this moment of time. Gabriel needed to get out—last night had been great an all—but he wasn’t exactly the person who would easily condone himself with one woman—especially regarding his ‘special’ circumstances. Running a hand through his short black hair, he made his way toward the bathroom—the door quietly closing behind him, and the sounds of the rushing shower following his wake. In perhaps ten minutes he was up and ready—dressed to his pristine; a white shirt with beige pants. Gabriel didn’t bother with dressing nicely—this occasion with Nikki—hadn’t at all been nice, pleasurable, yes, but certainly not nice. A smirk trailing across his lips—he pushed away the urge to slit her throat right here and now—maybe Nikki just might come to good use to him in the future. Who knew? But for now, he’d let her sleep the night away and live another day; perhaps that was her reward for sleeping with a serial killer.
Not bothering to spare the woman another glance he walked out of the apartment—the scent of chlorine attacking his nostrils the moment he stepped out—that was one thing he had always hated about Harlem—the scent that always lingered in the air—it was rather disgusting. Walking towards the lift, he waited patiently for the tall box that would undoubtedly get him out of his hell hole, but for now—he wasn’t particularly in a hurry. His hunger was sedated, his mood was pretty good—all he needed now was a nice long drag of nicotine and he would be set for the day. The ring of the lift calling his attention, Gabriel entered—pressing the ground button, before welcoming himself in the era of darkness as the lift went down—bringing him to the ground level of the apartment that Nikki resided in. If she was lucky—she would remember nothing of the other night—which would probably be best for both of them—if word got out—she slept with him—she would be in for bouts of questioning—and if she was questioned—Gabriel would be forced to make a return visit and finish the job—or obligation that he had spared her from today. Life was filled with these odd choices weren’t they?
Walking out of the apartment building Gabriel revered in the sunlight that the warm Manhattan air had to offer him; the smell of the freshly watered plants, boiling hot dogs and food stands, and lastly the smell of fresh pine water from the lake near Central Park. Gabriel had always made it his business to visit that lake every now and then—the stress that occupied most of his time, had this strange notion to overwhelm him—the smell of the fresh water enabled his mind to process once again. Not finding anything else to occupy his interest, Gabriel crossed the street between 110th and Madison Avenue, not bothering to look both ways before crossing the street. He didn’t need that to look—he had his mind to block any car at any time. He was god himself walking down the street, gracing his presence upon anyone that dared to look crossly at him. His feet stepping foot first into Central Park—he watched the little children run past him. Gabriel had hated children on principal—they were messy, disgusting—their mothers were all whores—and not to mention the fact he had yet to bring himself to kill one—he didn’t think he could ever do so.
Gritting his teeth and his expression graying—Gabriel walked, his mind calming slightly at the peace that the trees and the pure essence the green enveloped him—it wasn’t long before he had neared the lake. It was slightly distorting seeing a man of his height and his presence sit himself by a lake—but Gabriel was would be too quick to prove anyone who dared to question him—one wave of his finger—he would gather together a million corpses and present it to anyone who questioned him. His dark heavy browed eyes were staring restlessly at the calming water—studying it for all he was worth feeling the depths literally touching his face. Since last night—this was the first time he had allowed his mind to wander—the first time he had allowed himself to think—so many things had gone wrong in his life—every single step he took was destined for failure—ever since the start. And now for the very first time in his life, he was trying to make amends with it all by clinically becoming the most dominating creature on this earth—and Gabriel knew one day—that hint of stardom would be near him after all.
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TAG !? claire
WORD COUNT ?! 1350
LOCATION !? central park
WEARING !? this
LYRICS !? closer to love - matt kearney
CREDITS !? <33 @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by Kenny Gray on Oct 4, 2009 12:34:44 GMT -5
thread template by CANTER. of CAUTION 2.0!
[/i] was Jordan. Oh, how had he changed. Muscles covered his thin body, and he looked strong enough to toss her over the roof of the house. She smiled as she saw the family portrait of them, with their children looking like one or the other. Barely a mix. The girl looked like she was just hitting ten, her features reflecting her father, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. The male, however, looked like he was in his late teens, at least junior in high school. He looked like her, his brown hair gelled and spiked up. It was obvious he was reaching the peak of his rebel years, since a silver piercing shone in his lower lip. She smiled as she ran her fingers over the wooden frame. Her life was perfect, at least in the eyes of the ten year old Kendall. She was married to a seemingly perfect guy, had two angelic children, and was standing inside the master bedroom of what seemed like a mansion. She was startled, though, as she felt arms snake lightly around her waist and lips softly land on her neck. A flash of blonde next to he told her who it was and she slowly turned, placing her arms on his shoulders, linking them behind his neck. Her eyes closed as their heads tilted forward to touch each other.
Her eyes snapped open, however, when a blood curdling scream met her ears. Instead of seeing the beautiful bedroom she was in love with, though, she saw the wall of the bedroom she was sharing with her mother, the scream coming from behind her. She tried to move, and found she couldn't. Moving her eyes around, she saw milky white spikes poking out of her arms and wrists. Part of her was internally screaming, but another part was wondering how her bones were poking out of her skin, and she didn't feel it. When she finally managed to realize she could move her body, she felt the spikes slip back into her body. An audible gasp was beard behind her, and she rolled onto her back, feeling a warm liquid fall onto her body. She screamed herself when she saw her mother dying on the bed behind her. She put her hands on the wound, pushing her mother onto her back, pressing down on the open wound like she had learned how to do the year before. The bleeding didn't stop, though, no matter how many layers she put on her mother's chest. Using the small amount of energy she had, her mother grasped the young female's arm, pulling Kendall closer to her. "I love you, Kenny. Always...remember...that..." Tears clouding her eyes fell onto her cheeks, the rivers flowing endlessly.
Men in black suits rushed into the apartment just as her mother stopped breathing. They pulled her sobbing frame away from her mother as they tried to bring her back. She fell off the end of the bed into her ass, the shock masking the pain she should have felt, the tears continuing to fall. She watched the cops try to bring her best friend back to life. She backed herself up against the wall, wrapping her arms around her knees. She knew that closing her eyes wouldn't stop the tears from falling, but she did so anyway, trying her hardest to wake up and prove to herself that it wasn't a dream. There was no way in hell this was real, since bone spikes wasn't even something that was considered a super power. Time passed slowly for the girl, and she watched the black suited cops carry her mother's body out on a stretcher, resting in a zipped bag. She knew she would watch her mother die, but she never imagined it would be when she was only ten years old. Sighing softly, she placed her forehead on her knees, thinking the rest of the world had forgotten her. She was about to opt for crying herself to sleep when a hand gently touched her shoulder. She slowly raised her head, looking at the face of a man wearing horn rimmed glasses. "Hi. You must be Kendall." An eyebrow was raised on the female's face before she nodded, her mixed eyes looking into the man's blue ones. "You can call me Noah." As she looked him over, she nodded, opening her mouth. "You can call me Kenny."As she thought about that day, new tears started to form in her eyes, not just for the mother she had accidentally lost because of her loss of control, but because of the life she also lost because a group called the Company decided to send Noah Bennett to ruin her life. Testing had begun on her not even a week after she began to stay at the headquarters of the Company. She loathed the group for ruining the small life she had, since she was so young. They tore her away from everything she could have done, from making frienemies in middle school, to having a boyfriend in high. She could have been somebody at this age, with the things she loved to do. She could have been in college, getting a degree in photography or acting or music, the normal things she was talented at. No one had to know she could kill them like Wolverine until they punched her in the face, and even then, she might have still been able to get by, since The Hatian was a good friend of hers. The bird standing on her knee noticed she wasn't paying attention anymore and flew off, landing on a branch a few yards from her. Sighing she stood up, pulling the elastic out of her hair. The soft curls fell into her face, and she knew she looked like her mother in that moment. The elastic rested on her wrist as she jammed her hands into her pockets, beginning a small walk around the lake to try to calm herself. The tears still remaining were brushed away quickly, a loud sniff soon following as she passed a male sitting in a bench not far from her. She quickly glanced at him before doing a double take, seeing a familiar face on the body. After eighteen years of looking into the mirror, she'd be able to recognize her face in a heartbeat, or one similar to her if it was blurred from a security camera. However, this face was familiar to her because there were features of her face she saw in his. She knew it was bad to stare, but she couldn't look away, and looked at every line on the male's face. The shape of the eyes, the set of the mouth, the cheekbones. They were almost identical to her own, and she had another flashback, though this one was voluntary. Pictures she had found when her mother had passed ran though her mind, some of her parents together before she was born, before he ran off. She knew his name now, since the Company's own daughter, Elle Bishop, hardly ever left her side. But, she couldn't say it. She couldn't even belive it. She was looking her biological father in the face, and didn't even have the ability to say something to him. The wind hit her, smacking some sense into her. She needed a reason to speak to him, and that was the only one, since she would most likely be killed for the simple fact she didn't have her gun on her. Stepping towards him, she took the empty space next to him, resting her hands on her thighs. A smile caressed her face as the perfect line hit her. " Beautiful sight, huh?[/color]" Okay, maybe not the perfect line, but enough to break the ice. [/ul] notes! i can't wait to see his expression when he realizes. lol.<3 lyrics! kiss with a fist - florence + the machine word-count! one six two eight outfit! outfittagged! gabriel gray status! finished |
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