Saturday, July 4, 2015

Burn it down

13 The city burned around her as she stood on her usual perch, the column gatepost of the Bloodbank lot. So much had changed here in the years since the fall through the rift, buildings had come and go, only some had made it this far unscathed, or with any whiff of their original function, and even these were now cracking and crumbling in the heat of the flames. 14 From here, she could see all roads leading to the bank. High enough up to feel more free, out of any crowds that may gather, but keeping these well within sarcasm range, and certainly able to reach most visitors with the flick of a well aimed peanut. The city had been through a lot lately, what with the giant psychotic squid, its squidlings and the flood that had ensued. Floods were nothing new, the city even smelled a little fresher for a while, and at least this time, flames had followed, burning away sludgy residue. 15 She felt no fear of the flames, though many citizens had fled. Fire had been her pain relief, her saviour, had kept the shreds of her sanity safe from the howling horrors at the core of her mind. What would come next, she could only imagine, and enjoy the rare sensation of warmth on her skin. 

Apologies, current RP logs are saved on my home PC - so ya'll have to make do with some of Vyl's musings on the destruction of the City of Lost Angels. There are many things I hope will stay in the new build - the Addams Family Garden of Eden Nudes that have always graced the bar, be it The Last Round - or The Zodiac. Obviously the Taxi! In CoLA, the graffiti often provides the most succinct and profound life lessons - whether it's 'improvements' Vyl scribbled over other factions' posters, or the longer lasting... Just remember folks;
The cake is a lie.
and Lost Angels will always be the place where the weak are killed, and eaten.

Hair :  Magika - Today
Skin : : S u g a r : Cry My Heart Out -C- :3:
Blood :  +REDRUM+ +Give Me More+
Shirt :   +REDRUM+  Baphomet T-Shirt Grey
Pants :  Blueberry - Ross - Leather Pants
Hands and Feet : Slink Avatar Enhancement Hands V2.1 Slink Avatar Enhancement Feet High V2.1
Shoes :  [Miseria] Slayer Platforms - Blood

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Mainlining - The Bank Manager

10 Vyl “Speaking of… have You donated lately Xen?”
Xen tilted his head to the side a little. “No…I havent"
Vyl tsked softly “That needs remedied”
Xen took a step back “Well when someone tells me what it is used for... I will consider it"
Vyl smiled “It’s used like all the other blood we take in there.. for transfusions in the med centres across the city.”
Xen nods "and you have no fear of the blood being used for less good causes?" he eyed her closely, remembering his blood being forcibly taken and used in some potions
Vyl’s smile turned into a grin. “I have no fear of most things.. and absolutely none where it comes to the bank.”she paused, “C'mon then Xen.. even if I don’t get yer shirt off ya'll at least have to roll yer sleeve up.”
Xen laughed "Well Vyl you know what that would take." Chuckling he followed her into the bank, removing his coat once inside.
Vyl whistled "The stripper"
Xen dangled his coat before twirling it, then tossing it across to Vyl
Vyl sidestepped it as she went to the counter, laughing as she collected another donor kit "Im not a coat rack.. and yer gonna need to roll up that sleeve.."
Xen smiled “And there I thought it was all inclusive” he pulled off his gloves before rolling up his sleeve
Vyl ripped open the kit, checking the contents briefly. Bending she hung the IV bag on the lowest hook of the stand, connecting the tubing as she spoke.. "So... nice as possible? Or do ya want to see how far away I can be and still hit the vein with the needle?" 11 Xen eyed her a little warily "Just do as you normally would, I have no preference.”
Vyl chuckled softly, connecting the needle to the end of the tubing. "Very well, gimme yer arm then." Xen raised his arm, stretching it a little, looking down to watch Vyl take it in her grasp
Vyl traced the cold tip of her forefinger across the skin at the crook of Xen’s elbow, her blood calling to his, starting with a tingling sensation, she called it to rise to the surface, the red cells flowing within pushing higher, as if trying to meet her touch. "Dont expect this from any other phlebotomist here.. anyone else doesn’t follow protocol and I’ll flay them.."
Xen nodded, “I meant to ask you last night about lycans, do they always leave one in each of their areas? You know when they go walkies…”
Vyl shook her head "Not at all times.. depends who’s around when.. and wanting to do what where.." she bent her head to his arm, lips parting she licked over the skin covering the now raised vein, setting it tingling with numbness before she tilted her head, piercing the vessel with a single fang. Withdrawing she slid the needle into the puncture, securing it in place with tape from the pack.
Xen opened and closed his fist, watching Vyl trace her fingers along a vein, relaxing back into the chair aware of the needle but more interested in the procedure.
Vyl straightend slowly, running her tongue across the bloodied fang. "Feel alright?"
Xen looked at the needle, eyes following the tube running to the collector "Feels fine, thanks"
Vyl pulled the papers from the pack.. "Time for the questionnaire…Race?"
Xen grinned “Now? I'm a little busy you know and would probably beat you"
Vyl smiled sweetly and reached out, flicking the IV line, checking it was flowing properly, but also making the needle jump a bit in Xen’s arm..
Xen winced "Vampire"
Vyl chuckled again “Good good.. all reasonable so far.. now, do ya know yer bloodtype?"
Xen curls his fingers a little as the needle jumps "No, I usually take it, not give it." 12 Vyl nodded.. "You know how to test? I’ll be testing this… but for future reference?"
Xen tilted his head to one side "Yes?"
Vyl mimicked the motion “Yes? That a question or a confirmation? Xen shrugged “A question. "
Vyl nodded “Ah… I’ll walk you through it sometime then...” she tapped the form with her pen “Any known ailments or diseases?
Xen looks at his healing hands " only to Arch Angels" he muttered.. “but none other than that which I know of"
Vyl nodded "Burns clearing up alright?"
Xen sighed “Yeah the comfrey paste has helped. I may be able to stop wearing the gloves soon."
Vyl eyed the filling bloodbag.. "Arm feelin' alright still?"
Xen flexed his fingers again “A little tingling but so far so good "
Vyl chuckled softly "Well good.. wouldn’t want people think I damage donors.."
Xen laughed “As if you would" he shook his head “You know down lost beach two nights ago there were about 12 of the lycans, recognised a couple of them."
Vyl thought back.. "Wedding.."
Xen smirked “I wondered why they were all dressed up, that would explain it
Vyl grinned "Can happen, even with them" bending her head to his arm again she placed her tongue flat over the needle, peeling away the securing tape and easing the needle free of the flesh. Slowly licking over the puncture, she healed it without leaving a mark.
Xen smiled and raised his arm, turning it slightly to look at the healed wound, nodding with pleased approval. "You do a good job of that…"
Vyl grinned as she straightened, snapping the valve on the IV and lifting the bag from the low hook. "Well practiced..."

Donation RP - Timeless for Vyl, the Bloodbank Manager. She can make it easy, or hard, depending entirely on your tastes, and the amusement it might bring her. In a city that rarely gets through an hour, never mind a night without spilling blood, the only means for the wounded to be 'topped up' is the Bank. She takes it seriously... that said, she might have managed to find some mouldy cookies for the donors, but more than likely, some fresh meat. Just don't look to close at the tattoo on the skin...

Hair : (r)M ~ Hair No.09(F) ~ Brocade Red
Skin : : S u g a r : Cry My Heart Out -C- :3:
Blood :  +REDRUM+  +Give Me More+
Coat :  [CIVVIES] "Debaucher"
Stockings :  *Sheer* Stockings 26: Torn Semi-Opaque Black
Shoes :  N-core TEMPTATION XtremeHeel II "Galaxy"

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

The dealer's sideline...

Vyl tilted her head, following the track of the departing ‘transformer’, slowly turning back to look at Mzzy, unusually chilled out for being in the city and looking a bit weird.. "How are ya darlin?" even her voice sounded slower and more measured than usual, almost warped by time in its lethargy.
Mzzy watched the thing clunk away and laughed gently nodding to Vyl, "I'm ok..." she paused looking around the city, a glimmer of sadness in her eyes, like a piece of her was missing but she still smiled, "Ya i'm good thank you Ancien." she chuckled turning the attention from herself, "Tell me a story Ancien... You look beautiful by the way."
Vyl’s forehead crinkled into a frown of confusion. Emotions and empathy were things from which she had gone to great lengths to remove herself, the sadness her friends eyes was something she noted as a difference from the norm, but could not relate to any further. She went with a change of topic, gesturing at the newly acquired marks on her face.. "Story... hrm... well, unlike Ab's first guess, it's not that I used too much fake tan.." she smiled softly, all her words and movements still languid.. "Just a little experiment gone awry... new mixtures I test on myself; no point endangering others, or letting them have all the fun..."
Mzzy chuckled hearing what Ab's guess was and shook her head, "Well you know I think it looks beautiful." she didn't want to pry on what the experiment was, especially not when they were in public either. "As long as your safe though Ancien?" it was a question, Mzzy cared for and protected those she loved and Vyl was one of them. Emotions ran high in Mzzy unlike a lot of vamps, but unlike her fellow empaths she could also control them easier the older she got.
Vyl nodded, a soft smile gradually curling her lips, exposing her fangs "Peachy keen.." for once the public space, the surrounding buildings and people werent giving her the usual tense baseline she always carried in the city.. "Just as soon as the intended effects of this little mixture wear off” she laughed slowly, “The unexpected sideeffects may also.." reaching up she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes following the movement of her hand as though it was something alien.. "I do have other things.." she paused for a long while, continuing without seeming to have noticed she had skipped several beats "well tested things… just needing a final brush up. If you would be interested in helping me out?"

Mzzy smiled back at Vyl, the tips of her own fangs showing slightly as she noticed how unusually relaxed Vyl was. Not that it was a bad thing of course. She scratched the side of her head gently and pursed her lips and thought for a moment about Vyl's proposition. "Hmmm depends, am I going to grow a third arm or something Ancien?"
Vyl chuckled, reaching slowly to the book on the chain round her neck, easing the catch, and letting a small packet fall from it into her palm before securing the book again.. "Not a chance of it..." she murmured, her voice still oddly warped in time. "These are all old favourites, not new experiments.. I just need to see how people like ‘em nowadays..." she held out the small package, wrapped in thin leather and dangling from the strip of hide securing it. Swinging from side to side in her grip, movement through the air seemed unnaturally slow… "Interested?"
Mzzy watched Vyl's every move with great interest, but also cautiously. After a moment of watching the slow swinging motion of the small package she nodded gently, "ok... I'm in... but only because, well because I'm feeling lucky." she said and chuckled. "When do we start?"
Vyl 's grin slowly widened as she let go of the strip of hide. As soon as it left her grasp, the package fell at a normal speed for Mzzy to catch.. "Punk?" she chuckled again, "All the instructions are in the parcel, along with the samples to test... just do what you can.. and be sure to let me know how things go. It's a test after all, I need to know the results whatever happens.. ok?"

Mzzy chuckled, "Punk indeed" and reached out taking the little parcel. She opened it slowly, curiously peeking inside, counting three glass vials of some black glittering powder, then closed it just as fast and stuffed it in her backpack quickly nodding. "I guess I'll go home and read the instructions then see how I go. I'll be sure to write you a full report Ancien."
Vyl smiled and nodded, the movement exaggerated and slow; the effects of what she had taken as an experimental new mixture nights ago still held her in their grip.. "Try and let me know in person as well darlin... consider me a picky chef who likes to talk to the diners after their meal.."
Mzzy nodded, "Most certainly, I'll do both." she smiled then turned on her heels to head home, "Be ahh... safe Ancien, I'll report back to you in a couple of days." she frowned gently deep in though about what she was getting herself in to, but the emotional state Mzzy was in lately made her not really care and take risks willingly and easily.
Vyl languidly wiggled her fingers "Be well darlin.. and enjoy.." long after her friend had departed, she nodded in a slow movement toward the leather wrap she still saw before her, held in Mzzy’s hand "That was always one of my favourites..."

More year spanning RP here! Vyl's been running a sideline business from near enough the beginning, always willing to help out citizens of the City of Lost Angels with mind expanding concoctions (and poisons). Mzzy, one of the fabulous victims in the last RP posted still loves me enough after carving her up to intimidate J to try out some of my wares. This look and snippet of roleplay come to you from 2011.

Hair : [rQ]Grin~SOIL/CHERRY
Skin :  [rQ]Tan@TYPE.o1-B.o1 (lightBROW)
Face tattoo : AQ face tattoo *Plash* v2
Blood :  +REDRUM+ BLOOD  +Give Me More+
Shirt : Gawk! Black Sheer Casual Shirt
Skirt : :SEY  maki2_zip up/Check-red/+Hem/wide
Pants :  =Razorblade Jacket= Anarchy Leggings BLACK
Boots : *League* Shin Boot

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Coup de grace

Vyl hovered in the darkness, waiting and watching. She had grown weary of the lack of success her messengers had had in drawing him out; compounding what she saw as his cowardice in not facing her, regardless of what she did to those he called family, or what she had them do... She had waited. Watching always here or when she was off cutting, burning, breaking and terrorising the minds of his friends; feeding from them, replenishing her strength, waiting for him to emerge. As he finally did, she smiled in the darkness, lips parting over long elapid fangs. Keeping to the shadows, floating noiselessly a small distance above the ground. Flexing her fingers her gaze focused on the back of his head. All her concentration on J and his tense as an animal in the seconds before running at prey she growled... "The time has finally come…"
J emerged from his home with a stretch, he had locked himself in his lab with the idea of resolving the riddle of the dagger once and for all...and with Vyl on the loose in mental shambles, he felt it was a better use of his time. Someone from the family would deal with the lunatic and save him from wasting his own power on it. It wasn't long after he set foot out the door that he felt a chill and began scanning the area. He knew the chill had little or nothing to do with the weather. He thought he heard a low growl nearby and he tensed as he pondered popping back into the lab to grab something useful to stave off any intruder. He mumbled to himself "You still around crazy lady...nobody done locked you up yet?" as he felt the darkness creeping over his skin like a foul breeze.
Vyl floated along behind him, eyes seeming to bore into the back of his head so intense was her gaze... moving between him and the door he had exited, she had no desire to wait should he make a run back to his lair. The leather restraints, all that was left of the straightjacket she had been bound in, touched down lightly on the ground as she hovered.. catching the murmur on the still air she mimiced his accent.. her knowledge of J, even in this state she was now in, was enhanced by what she had been told by those she had power over, those she had hurt to draw him out, those he failed to protect and who now served her.. "Non mon lâche... aint nobody done locked me up yet... " softly moving up and down through the air, the leather of the restraints tapped lightly on the ground, a sound echoed by the drip of blood from her eyes.. "Aint nobody done tried too hard to neither.. guess you just aint so important to them.." her voice never much more than a growl carried the weight of her hatred.. the darkness pooling around her and spreading out towards him, the malice and fury flowing like a wave.. "As they are unimportant to you... as aint done nothing to end their sufferin..."
J leaned back as he began to mumble a defensive charm, unsure of her intent and seeing she had no weapons but unsure of her magical possibilities. He had never seen such total madness in any other than a Malkavian and they were at least a bit more humorous to deal with. "I don't need any of what you is selling crazy lady" he said trying to back up but bumping into the railing instead, still hesitating to unleash anything offensive with so many irreplaceable items near the line of potential destruction.
Vyl dragged a hand along the wall as she floated closer, her clawlike nails digging in... scratching the surface with a jarring noise, the action sharpening the talons as she moved. Her voice now a low rumbling growl that seemed to reverberate in the air around him as she spoke.. "Don't need? You already bought what you will receive..." she tilted her head to one side, eyes burning black into his as she took in his mumbling, the retreat into the barrier, the look in his eyes. Her anger bubbled just below the surface, the hatred and the need to hurt.. the thirst for vengeance... malice crackled in the air around her, the emotion not something she would ever normally display seemed to take on a physical presence in its potency..."Now comes the time to pay..."
J felt her closing in and let himself fall back over the railing attempting some sort of graceful landing almost 15 feet below. He knew he may be able to escape his property via the dungeon tunnel that he had connecting to the sewers, or at worst he would have a clear line of sight on her without blasting his own front door. His backflip was not exactly flawless and he landed on his ass shortly after his feet contacted the ground...the momentum a bit too much to halt. He swore as he fumbled to regain composure trying to get to the hatch in the ground before she could get to him...
Vyl flowed over the railing after J as he tumbled backwards, her hands, about to raise toward him continued their movement, balancing her form as she moved through the air with purpose, more flight than falling. An animalistic hint to her movements, something of the stoop of a bird of prey as she plummeted toward him... a wave of cold darkness forming from the hatred exuding from her would hit him before she reached the ground... she had been interrogating his friends and family.. trying to discover what meant anything to him. The darkness that had stilled to stony statues Leo, Mzzy and others at the slightest touch poured out around him, over him... the low distant screaming that marked its coming would resound in the air as she hovered over J, the darkness pulling at his thoughts like threads, drawing them out to bolster her belief that he cared for his current surroundings.. his dwelling... presumably an eternal’s collection of valuables and true treasures... treasures true to him... flashes of its destruction would start to flicker before his eyes.. faint at first... like a distant screen through smoke that was beginning to clear...
J stumbled as he tried to back into the hatch leading down when he felt the wave wash over him. He could hear screams from familiar voices, Leo, Mzzy... he knew she had harmed them, he had heard as much...he hoped staying out of the city would help but it didn't. Now he could hear them screaming in his was very disturbing and he felt helpless at the shrieking in his ears. He felt vertigo as the visions came it was like someone playing a movie with the wrong audio track to it. It confused his mind terribly and he stumbled again, the defensive measures were to keep off physical attacks, the mental attacks caught him off guard. The visions became disturbingly real and he could see his lab, the fire from the oven leaping out and catching other materials into a blaze....the flames licking up the walls making their way towards all the precious tomes...hundreds of years worth of knowledge now in peril. The feeling of his own scream lumping in his throat as he heard the sound of breaking glass in his mind's visions...the display cases with the priceless magical artefacts...he gasped aloud as the visions in his mind paralysed him, washing out the surrounding reality as the smell of burning antique rosewood from the telescope entered into this nightmare...this private hell being unleashed on his mind. A small voice from his dealing with the black arts of voodoun was struggling to yell through the clutter... that this was an illusion and to snap out of it...but the evil and the insanity Vyl was casting off was much stronger than his previous encounters with mental attacks.... his brain struggled against the sounds and the visions as a red tear streaked his cheek at the losses he was witnessing in his mind.
Reaching out a hand toward him as he lay prone, the leather restraint dangling still from the last remains of the straightjacket, the metal woven between the sheets of its hide giving it weight as it brushes against him… the skin of her hand as her fingertips brushed through the bloody trail on his cheek was rough... the old blood of her victims left to dry there as a warning to all comers… the touch itself was soft.. a deadly caress as she smeared his blood, a weapon more powerful even than her insanity she moved her hand away... rubbing the blood between her fingers...
J could see the images and as the pain increased it was as if he was locked in place and unable to do anything about what he saw happening. As the frustration and rage built to the point of overflow, he instinctively went to an extreme to deal with the fire he saw in his visions...calling forth an elemental blast of cold, snow, frost and ice in a very messy and unorganized fashion. This blast, however, was not confined to his mind and would end up coming into contact with everything in front of him at the moment including her…
Vyl was indeed blown back by the torrent of cold, the snow and shards of ice, knocking her floating legs out from underneath her.. the blast that was called forth to battle the flames J saw in his mind had shown there miliseconds before the blast hit out into reality, too late to do anything about getting out of the way, just enough to curl her hand, wet with his blood, into a tight fist, the other reaching out for his shoulder, fighting to hold on against the wave of cold, sharp ice cutting into her flesh. The consciousness that spread around him was unaffected by the cold, as much as it battered her physical frame as she fought to grasp his shoulder, anchoring her. Fuelled more by hate than by blood now, her clenched fist drew back before powering forward in the direction of his temple as he struggled to get away...
J felt the blow smash into his head and it sent the world spinning, so he was now even more unsure of the border between reality and the visions in his mind. He lay sprawled on the ground trying to process why the cold blast didn’t have the effect he expected on the flames in his mind…some still burned, some things were far more charred then he imagined possible in the timeframe. The darkness and screams getting stronger and louder as Vyl was over him in such close proximity though his consciousness flickered.
Vyl pulled back her hand, watching J fall to the ground, no longer struggling to get away. Her vision was oddly split; seeing him on the ground, but also seeing what he saw. Flickering faster they began to form a steady moving image... seeing through his mind as the darkness pressed deeper she saw her own approach and smiled at the rightness of it. Floating lower she fell to her knees while remaining aloft, reaching out a hand and working it into his hair, lifting him up, tilting his head back in the same movement. She had been starving herself for weeks in preparation... never drinking more than was necessary to stave off frenzy in all that time, saving her thirst and her malice for this, for him. Those poor souls she had fed from could have warned J what was coming... but they were far away now, all help was far too far away. Twisting her grip in his hair, tugging on the strands, pulling the most painful nerves by the temple to yank him back into clearer consciousness, this was not something she would let him miss. His throat exposed, she lowered her own head, lips parting over fangs, ready to sink them into his throat, tearing the flesh rather than piercing it delicately, her bite more animal than refined. For all it was feral, it was effective. The wound deep, cutting into the jugular. Blood spurted into her mouth, too much to contain, splashed across her skin and his, running in rivulets onto the sodden ground below. It felt all too soon that she released the pressure of her bite, letting J slump back to the ground. Slowly she traced her hands through his blood on her skin. Anyone who had watched her taking a donation at the Bank knew her affinity for blood, had seen her calling it, summoning it to join her own through all the layers of flesh. In the controlled environment, it was useful tool, making a donation as painless as possible. One of her oldest weapons had become a tool to serve the greater good of the Coven, now, in its true form she called out to the blood in J’s body, the song of her own drawing it nearer. Drenched in his vitae already the link was strong. Dark bruises bloomed like evil flowers under his skin as the blood answered the call, moving to the surface. Once again floating over him, she began turning in the air, her head flying back in a scream of exaltation as droplets of blood worked out of every one of J’s pores, soaking his clothing, rising to meet her, turning the air around them to a red mist.

This was the culmination of months of RP in the City of Lost Angels. This was Vyl's look from June to October 2010. Long standing character traits were sparked by some craziness or other leading to members of the Coven being locked up together in their base, a hotel with all amenities, but for a time, no working exits. Vyl does not cope well in confined spaces, poor J made the mistake of jokingly telling her he knew how to get out. In her mind, this made the whole situation, her plummet back into insanity and all the pain that followed, his fault. There was a LOT of fun to get to this point, and a lot more after! I hope you enjoyed it, it is one of my favourites, I loved every minute of RPing this out with the fabulous people who took part, and can't thank them enough In case you were worried, J survived, traumatised just as Vyl planned. I'm not quite sure if he's forgiven her yet, probably best not to...

Hair : Boudoir - Irena black tentacles and Irena white
Skin : [Exodus] Glossy black drow skin
Straight Jacket : Rotten Toe - Straight Jacket
Skirt : "Shifty Owl" Camala in Red

Monday, June 29, 2015


Vyl wanders past, suddenly struck by the beauty of the smashed up old Taxi "ooooh pretty thing..." glancing around she moves closer, running her fingers over the metal, then swinging up onto the bonnet, sitting there for all the world like it was her property, and grinning "Mine"
She looked over as S approached, eyeing her suspiciously... "My taxi.."
S eyes Vyl and raises a brow at her rather protective, and untrusting tone "errr.. Morning Sis"
Vyl smiles oddly, torn between the sensations of ownership and protection for her sister and for the yellowcab... "Greetings love... you arent after my Taxi are ya?"
S starts to circle the Taxi, ignoring her sisters question for the moment as she suddenly felt like that is exactly what she was after, but strangely hadnt known it until now. She let her fingers glide gently over the filthy yellow metal, almost carressing it as she made her way around to the front where Vyl sat, she tilted her head and said "Your Taxi?? morelike My Taxi, and I'll thank you to remove your carcass from it"
Vyl growls "Quit touching! Its Mine." before smiling benevolently "You can have the dead guy under the blanket I hit earlier..."
S's eyes widen a bit at the growl, she shook her head, trying to clear it, unsuccessful, she found herself fondling one of the headlights , she pulled her upper lip back, exposing her usually hidden fangs and shook her head "I don't think it is your Taxi, you should take your decomposing corpse and move along"
Vyl scooted her arse closer to the front of the car, her leg knocking S's hand away from the headlight... "S'mine... now quit fondling it. It doesnt like it. It likes me. Coz its mine."
B whistles "TAXI!"
Vyl shouts back "MY taxi", pointing at S "NOT hers" and then to B "Not YOURS neither!"
B walks up to the Taxi and looks at it .. " Hmm I dont see your name on it"
Vyl narrowed her eyes "Its got my name on it.. its got my arse on it. S'mine..."
S hears someone approach and turns fluidly on her heels, hissing at the female , she looks back as her hand is kicked off and lunges to grab Vyl's lower leg intent on pulling her ass off of HER taxi, she growls at B "Back the fuck off it's miinnneeee!" she would start pulling at Vyl if she had indeed caught her around the calf...
Vyl flails as her leg is caught but turns face down on the bonnet, fingers curled round the metal near the windscreen wipers "Mine!! Get off me!"
B pulls out a Can of Spray paint grinning while she puts her initials on the side of the taxi "No, You're wrong see there is my initials .. So its mine " She tosses the can away, smirking some more at S and Vyl
Vyl shrieks "Befouler!!! ya ruining mah pretty yellow drivin masheen!"
B looks confused at Vyl and shakes her head " No, I clean My Taxi everyday " Chuckling a bit she then glares over at S, smirks then back at Vyl "Now both of you get away from my Taxi!"
S grabs the leg with her other hand, extending her claws, digging into Vyl's flesh. There was a small voice inside of her screaming "S?? What the HELL are you doing? That junk car's been there forever! Leave Vyl alone" but she pulled on Vyl all the same, and started to crawl over her, using the leg as leverage. She makes it on to the hood, half covering Vyl, reaching for the fingertips clutching at the edge of metal, trying to use her own body to wedge Vyl off the hood.
Vyl snaps off one of the windscreen wipers and swishes it around like a rapier... threatening both S and B with severe eyepokage or rubber burns from the wiper.. "Back the fuck off both of ya! its MINE!!!"
B backs up dodging the wiper. "Girl are you nuts! That taxi is MINE!!!!" She steps to the side and hops on the roof and sits "Now try and move me Bitches!" grinning at them, she knew she would die soon.
Vyl snarls, whipping the wiper around indiscriminately, hitting everyone a lot, including herself. "Get yer disease ridden arses off my car!"
S ducks the wiper to avoid losing an eye only to miscalculate her movement and have the wiper connect with her cheek she hissed "Bitch" in her sisters direction but was now livid that B had violated HER Taxi with spray paint! She scrambled to the hood and stood there, wiping the blood from her cheek, like the Queen of the Mountain she roared "IT"S MY TAXI" she drew her sword, and sneered at Vyl gesturing to her wiper blade "Mine's bigger skank now get off, both of you before I turn you into shish kebabs"
Vyl roars with laughter "Yeah yours is bigger, skank! Now get off mah car, and back to the sidewalk corners where ya belong!" Flicking out the clawed blades from the weapon strapped to her arm she slams them into the metal of the bonnet, anchoring herself securely to the car, pulling a gun from its holster with her free hand, her other weapon now deeply embedded in the taxi's innards.. "I pay the frikkin road tax on this bitch.. its MINE"

I've RPd in CoLA since my first week in SL, from the parcel it was to the SIM chain it became. The City of Lost Angels is about to undergo an overhaul. Undergo an overhaul? Yeah. A whole new SIM build. To celebrate the city, and the looks that Vyl has worn, and the RP enjoyed, I'll be posting sequential looks, and RP snippets throughout this week.

The look above wasn't exactly what I was wearing during the RP (oh yes I have an image... in which Vyl is rocking some green hair, and a TAIL) but it is certainly a look I wore back in June 2009 when this RP took place. (Still wear the shape from back in 2007 today) Some kind of magical leakage had occurred as I recall, leading to runes being dotted around the city. Stray too close to the runes, and you were magically affected - in this instance - by developing a violent sense of ownership over the Taxi - still standing in CoLA for now. A location and place to sit Vyl is drawn to, all these years later. Just incase you were wondering - in the RP - S won out - a badass DPS, she took the taxi, leaving the Tank and the Healer hugging the tyres in pools of their own blood...

Hair :  [rQ] Fuzzy~SOIL/CHERRY
Skin :  -N- (Bald) Alina Vintage  Smokey Eyes 3
Outfit :  +.::*Sabbath*::.+ Latex Cords *::
Boots :  :)(: Ultimate Boots