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Post by 「Silver 希望 on Aug 4, 2011 13:14:21 GMT -5
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OOC; Best. Slumber Party. EVER.
Ayori held back a cackle as Syn left her body to be, dripping in it's own pool of blood as he attacked Selene. She had to be quiet, or he would know. He would hear her, then see her plan. He would figure her out if he saw her face. And that would be very bad. With a small snicker, she watched as Selene hit ground, Syn searching her neck for a ripe, bloody little vein that could very well kill her. Then, she even snickered more as he stopped and muttered the words, "Save me", to her. She couldn't help it. It was just to rich! The suffering, the pain! Much less boring than just walking around this hell hole.
A deafening screech filled her ears, making it even harder to keep that evil laugh inside. Harder to keep the tiniest bit of sane in her mind. Harder to not just stab that Syn in the back and watch him cry in even more agony. But she didn't. She didn't move. That voice in he head showed up, now, telling her, no, begging her to stop. This wasn't her. She wasn't some Insane Whore. She wasn't a woman who deserved to be in jail. She wasn't this person. She was Ayori. She was someone who teased, who pranked, but made the people laugh with her. She was likable, easy to get along with. Not this witch on the ground. That's what the voice said. But she didn't listen.
She began to stand, slowly, silently, a deep chuckle emanating from her throat. She gasped for breath every few seconds, like a person about to die, trying to hang on to their little thread. But, of course, this had more of a Dark feeling to it. Ayori watched as, in a flash, Syn and some other person clashed in a raging fight. She didn't know who. She didn't care. She didn't know what she was going to do. She didn't care. Moving her left wrist, she turned it in wide circles, the metal below her Black Hoodie swirling in the same motion, making the cloth look as if it were twisting. The iron and whatever substance Syn's knife was made out of slowly blended in with the Cotton, not only making her Hoodie as hard as Iron itself, but bendable as well, in a way. She was going to love this. She let out a loud, howling laughter as Syn screamed again, now writhing on the ground, bleeding stumps at his shoulders, where his arms used to have been. How amazing, so much torture by such a quick gesture... And then, she heard that woman talking. She didn't know what.
She didn't care.
Until her head was in the tight grasp of her palm. Her eyes widened as the woman looked her directly in the eye, hand pressing at her forehead, as if it was some Watermelon she could burst easily, which Ayori knew she could very well do so. She was grinning crazily, the front of her clothing Swirling as it readied itself into what would most likely be an iron spear that would pierce through Kyth (Or, at least attempt to). But then, She was called names. Bitch, Jackass... And some of that brought her back. Not whatever had surfaced, whatever had made her go insane, but the real her, who was absolutely and positively terrified. Her Hoodie became still again, as the metal absorbed into it began to trickle off, like water, into a pool under her feet. And the loud Clanking sound of Syn's knife hitting concrete.
"I... I think I'll just..." Ayori began to rasp out as her eyes rolled back into her head, "Go an Die now..." And, with a loud "Thump", she hit ground, unconscious. Though her chest heaved. She was still breathing. For now.
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