Post by Raquel Knight on Apr 8, 2007 16:08:20 GMT -1
Alright, just because I'm bored I made up this little thing. I only have a few paragraphs for the beginning but have the whole scene planned out in my head already. I just want some feedback on how it is so far.
Few things to note:
Rocky is a member of the Nightstalkers at this point. Yes, much like Blade since I've been part of those RPs before. And with Nightstalkers, its back to normal vampire lore rather than SN.
I hope you guys enjoy it! And please, opinions are wanted.
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With every room in the abandoned asylum occupied by one vampire or another, it was difficult to find comfort in the cell Rocky was locked in. Auditory senses picked up the sounds of cracking and at this point, the hunter couldn’t tell if it was Bella’s staff or her back breaking. A yelp had echoed throughout the metal basement the hunter was held captive in as she fell forward on her forearms. Form was buckled over, only her knees and elbows keeping her feebly elevated otherwise, would have collapsed on the cold steel floor. Along with her ankle that was chained to the middle of the room, wrists were shackled together with a tight metal that had scarred her since the first time she got them on. Dark damp locks framed around her face as she coughed up still more blood, spitting the liquid away when continuing to hear Bella’s rant.
“I mean, what size are those clothes? A minus two?!” The Hispanic vampire had been raving on about nothing for the past hour now. And it seemed like she had been getting angry solely as an excuse to strike the hunter again. Though, really, she didn’t need much of an excuse. It’s been 7 days since Rocky was first captured and locked in their nest. 7 days where she had been beat to Hell on each one of those days. 7 days worth of scars and bruises and blood lost. 7 days without excuses. Why did Bella need one now? Rocky thought that she’d only hear this many screams coming from Hell itself; there was no way these bloodsuckers were starting to feel they needed an excuse now. With her obsessive exclamation, she swung the staff again, this time striking the hunter’s rib cage, knocking her over again and letting out a groan. It’s been 7 days she’s been there and 6 days ago, she seemed to lose hope.
Lying on her side, she brought her knees upward; form curling as her ankle tugged on the chain once again. Yelling out in agony once more, her hand moved to clutch her side as teeth gritted together, eyes clenching closed. Hearing foot steps come towards her again, eyes slowly opened as Bella continued. “Or are you one of those empty headed wonders who can eat all day and never put on a pound.” She stated. Rocky’s green orbs stared up and saw the vampire’s staff rise above her head before starting down, in all probability to crush Rocky’s face.
Eye’s widened but quickly reacted in a roll as she moved and allowed the wood to bang against the floor. With the movement, the brunette quickly got to her feet, facing the barred window and didn’t even have enough time to turn around and counter act the attack. Wooden rod swung like a baseball bat crushed again against Rocky’s lower back, pushing her to make contact with the metal bars. Shouting out again, she gripped the bars of the windows weakly to refrain from falling but Bella had seemed less pleased with it. “And your dating a guy whose name is like a body of water. Like ‘Lake’ or ‘Ocean’.” The leech gripped the staff again before swinging it lower, sweeping it under Rocky’s legs.
Falling to the floor again, Rocky’s whole body made contact with the floor against the wall again. The corner where the wall met concrete floor was more inhabitance for roaches or rats but at this point, Rocky was no better with the exception of one thing. Those roaches or rats had no choice but to be in that cage. Rocky, however, planned on walking into a vampire trap. No professional hunter would get caught; not unless they were setting up a trap themselves. And although the hunter knew she would be getting beaten, it didn’t make it easier to live with. There was a reason why she wouldn’t fight back to her fullest and it was because she was waiting for this 7th day to rise. When all the other hunters she was working with were now ready for an attack. And with rage continuing to build up over the past 7 days, she now felt like she was on the edge of death but with that, if she were to go to Hell, she’d take these beasts with her.
Pushing up on her hands and knees again as she stared down at the blood stained floor under her. Breathing was still abnormal with her abuse but quickened with adrenalin as she heard the female vampire’s voice ring again. “But you know what bothers me most about you anorexic Barbie dolls?” She started as she repositioned her staff in her hands. Rocky’s eyes moved to the corners, glaring at her but slightly moved her head before seeing the staff come once again towards her head in a swinging motion. This time, however, muscular arm shot out and gripped the wooden cane tightly. Holding on to it, Rocky’s tongue pushed out a mixture of saliva and blood once again, spitting it on the floor before glaring up to the vampire. “You talk way too much.”
Few things to note:
Rocky is a member of the Nightstalkers at this point. Yes, much like Blade since I've been part of those RPs before. And with Nightstalkers, its back to normal vampire lore rather than SN.
I hope you guys enjoy it! And please, opinions are wanted.
----
With every room in the abandoned asylum occupied by one vampire or another, it was difficult to find comfort in the cell Rocky was locked in. Auditory senses picked up the sounds of cracking and at this point, the hunter couldn’t tell if it was Bella’s staff or her back breaking. A yelp had echoed throughout the metal basement the hunter was held captive in as she fell forward on her forearms. Form was buckled over, only her knees and elbows keeping her feebly elevated otherwise, would have collapsed on the cold steel floor. Along with her ankle that was chained to the middle of the room, wrists were shackled together with a tight metal that had scarred her since the first time she got them on. Dark damp locks framed around her face as she coughed up still more blood, spitting the liquid away when continuing to hear Bella’s rant.
“I mean, what size are those clothes? A minus two?!” The Hispanic vampire had been raving on about nothing for the past hour now. And it seemed like she had been getting angry solely as an excuse to strike the hunter again. Though, really, she didn’t need much of an excuse. It’s been 7 days since Rocky was first captured and locked in their nest. 7 days where she had been beat to Hell on each one of those days. 7 days worth of scars and bruises and blood lost. 7 days without excuses. Why did Bella need one now? Rocky thought that she’d only hear this many screams coming from Hell itself; there was no way these bloodsuckers were starting to feel they needed an excuse now. With her obsessive exclamation, she swung the staff again, this time striking the hunter’s rib cage, knocking her over again and letting out a groan. It’s been 7 days she’s been there and 6 days ago, she seemed to lose hope.
Lying on her side, she brought her knees upward; form curling as her ankle tugged on the chain once again. Yelling out in agony once more, her hand moved to clutch her side as teeth gritted together, eyes clenching closed. Hearing foot steps come towards her again, eyes slowly opened as Bella continued. “Or are you one of those empty headed wonders who can eat all day and never put on a pound.” She stated. Rocky’s green orbs stared up and saw the vampire’s staff rise above her head before starting down, in all probability to crush Rocky’s face.
Eye’s widened but quickly reacted in a roll as she moved and allowed the wood to bang against the floor. With the movement, the brunette quickly got to her feet, facing the barred window and didn’t even have enough time to turn around and counter act the attack. Wooden rod swung like a baseball bat crushed again against Rocky’s lower back, pushing her to make contact with the metal bars. Shouting out again, she gripped the bars of the windows weakly to refrain from falling but Bella had seemed less pleased with it. “And your dating a guy whose name is like a body of water. Like ‘Lake’ or ‘Ocean’.” The leech gripped the staff again before swinging it lower, sweeping it under Rocky’s legs.
Falling to the floor again, Rocky’s whole body made contact with the floor against the wall again. The corner where the wall met concrete floor was more inhabitance for roaches or rats but at this point, Rocky was no better with the exception of one thing. Those roaches or rats had no choice but to be in that cage. Rocky, however, planned on walking into a vampire trap. No professional hunter would get caught; not unless they were setting up a trap themselves. And although the hunter knew she would be getting beaten, it didn’t make it easier to live with. There was a reason why she wouldn’t fight back to her fullest and it was because she was waiting for this 7th day to rise. When all the other hunters she was working with were now ready for an attack. And with rage continuing to build up over the past 7 days, she now felt like she was on the edge of death but with that, if she were to go to Hell, she’d take these beasts with her.
Pushing up on her hands and knees again as she stared down at the blood stained floor under her. Breathing was still abnormal with her abuse but quickened with adrenalin as she heard the female vampire’s voice ring again. “But you know what bothers me most about you anorexic Barbie dolls?” She started as she repositioned her staff in her hands. Rocky’s eyes moved to the corners, glaring at her but slightly moved her head before seeing the staff come once again towards her head in a swinging motion. This time, however, muscular arm shot out and gripped the wooden cane tightly. Holding on to it, Rocky’s tongue pushed out a mixture of saliva and blood once again, spitting it on the floor before glaring up to the vampire. “You talk way too much.”
