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• april 16th • you've all casted your votes, and finally the of the month results are in ! for the winner of hero of the month, we have katrina marie canlton! winning hate relationship of the month is claire bennet and vince jexath! the thread of the month goes to in the darkness! featuring alex williams, claire bennet and katrina canlton, and finally, the location of the month goes to odessa, texas! congratulations to all the winners and nominees, you all kick butt!
• april 5th • the of the month nominations are just about to close! make sure you get your votes in ASAP! it just might change the outcome!
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Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Thread Started on Jul 18, 2008, 9:19pm »
Back in Canada, he’d heard of a painter named Isaac Mendez, and of how people marveled at his creativity. So, being the aspiring artist he was, he decided to go visit him to see what his paintings looked like. He had just arrived at the loft, paintings were everywhere, some with price tags on them, he’d love to buy them, if only he had the money. Then something else caught his eye when he looked down at his feet he saw a huge and creepy mural of what looked like a nuclear bomb had gone off in New York City below his shoes. Creative and captivating yet creepy at the same time. he thought to himself with a shiver.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” he shouted, but no one answered.
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #1 on Jul 19, 2008, 8:45am »
(ooc - i take it this is our thread? =P)
Claire yawned. This little expedition to New York had got her nowhere. She'd come to Isaac's loft to try and find something out of the ordinary, for no reason in partciular. It was mainly to feed her own ambition for danger. Scowling at the painting on the floor that had nearly cost her uncle his life, she kicked off her Chloé heels and sighed. Nothing. Absolutely bugger all. Oh well. Claire thought sadly. May as well check the drawers, and then go home.
Laying back in a comfy chair that stood behind a desk, Claire opened the large drawer that was under the desk. Catching her breath, hoping to find something exciting - at last, she got her wish. At first glance, it looked like just a roll of paints - like her mom used to have when she attempted to paint Mr. Muggles. Claire smiled wryly. Good times, good times. Opening the roll of paints, Claire found a large tube, and a few syringes. Gods, has no-one cleared this place up since Isaac's murder? Claire thought, exasperated. He's hidden a stash of bloody heroin and the police haven't even found it!
Picking up one of the syringes, she looked closely at the substance inside it. It didn't look like anything. What do people see in this stuff? Claire thought, and snorted. It's just see-through, and makes you feel good for a while. Losers! Claire had never seen drugs close-up before, and now that she had, she decided that they were a total waste of time.
Suddenly, a large bang from the door made Claire jolt out of her seat, and shove a large set of books from the desk onto the floor. Claire swore as one of them hit her foot, and attempted to pick them up from the floor. She picked up the last book, when a shattering noise took place, and Claire gasped. There was someone else in the loft, and Claire could only watch if he found her, praying that she didn't look too shifty when he did.
Claire looked around, trying to find the source of the shatter. It didn't take long to find, and Claire dropped the syringe she was holding and gasped. One of the books she'd dropped had a large supply of white powder in it - and it had spilled all over the floor - with a randomer looking round the loft for her.
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #2 on Jul 19, 2008, 2:06pm »
((OOC: Yepp lol))
He heard a loud shattering noise, coming from deeper within the loft; it scared the crap out of him, not literally of course. He advanced towards the back and was looking for something broken, or possibly someone, Isaac. As he sauntered cautiously closer to the noise he spotted a pair of Chloé heels he picked them up, puzzled. Either these are his girlfriend’s or… Well artists are usually a bit strange, take Van Gogh; he cut off his own bloody ear. He took them with him, as a conversational starter for when he finally met him. Instead he saw a girl, short with blonde hair, surrounded by white powder and a broken syringe. Great, a junkie. he thought, Vincent had always hated drug users. He dropped the heels when he saw her.
“I hope to god, that you’re not Isaac Mendez, please tell me I am right.” he said with a smirk on his face.
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #3 on Jul 19, 2008, 6:54pm »
Alas, the boy had found Claire, standing in the middle of a circle of powder, and a broken syringe was partly in her hand. The rest was on the floor, and Claire cringed. She was not a bloody junkie, but this guy who had no idea of the real situation seemed to think otherwise.
"I hope to god, that you’re not Isaac Mendez, please tell me I am right."
The boy had a stupid smirk on his face that made Claire's blood boil. She gave him a look that gave him his answer. The look clearly said where-the-hell-have-you-been-you-shallow-minded-loser, with an extra dose of iciness. It was hardly Claire's fault that heroin happened to be spewed on the floor precisely where she was standing. She simply happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, which happened all too often. Scowling at the boy and lookng at his puny and annoying sneering face, Claire's spirits lifted. She would humour him for a while. Perhaps coming to New York wasn't such a bad idea after all...
Looking as drugged-up as possible, Claire stuck the sharp end of the empty syringe into her arm, and smiled queasily. She waved absently, and suddenly scowled.
"Do I look like an Isaac Mendez to you? Of course I do, you pillock," Claire said, and grinned, spinning her head around in fake ecstasy. "Can I help..." she fell to the ground, spinning her head, "you?"
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #4 on Jul 20, 2008, 6:42am »
He could only gaze in horror at the druggie shooting up, right in front of his face no less. She fell to the floor and looked dazed, like she was overdosing, her speech was heavily slurred. What the hell do I do? he thought. Then he panicked, letting out a high, and admittedly girlish, shriek before freaking out.
“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! I need to find, like cold water or ice or something! he said frantically, trying to remember his CPR course he took in freshman year of high school. In his panic, he forgot he was a living ice maker. “Okay, okay. Relax, Vincent.” he said to himself while taking deep breaths.
He created a bit of ice, about the mass of a large mug or so. Then he realized that he had no idea what to do next. “So uhh…Isaac… you must O.D. all the time, what do you do!! Help me here I am trying to save you.” he said to Miss Mendez, clearly not knowing it was an act.
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #5 on Jul 21, 2008, 7:44pm »
(ooc - stupid, dumb, idiotic, shallow-minded, dim-sighted... would you like me to go through the thesaurus? )
Claire smiled, and stifled a giggle. Her face was looking away from Vincent, and she couldn't help it. Damn, was she good at acting. She should practically have won an Oscar on the spot. Who knew Claire could be a junkie? Wow. Another hidden talent. She shook her body every now and again, to give the impression she was having a seizure. Snorting, she rolled over on her back, gritting her teeth firmly in order to keep them from bursting open in fits of laughter, which would have totally ruined her junkie disguise.
She breathed deeply, and added a little wheeze to each one. It made her sound like she was in pain, and wasn't to hard to overdo. Which in her junkie disguise, was her hobby. Claire reached for her side, and rolled expertly onto one knee, and groaned in fake pain. She made a large retching noise in the back of her throat, hoping it would sound like she was hurling by the desk, when she was really grinning, and praying that the comedy of the moment wouldn't ruin the situation.
There was just one problem that Claire hadn't thought about; Isaac Mendez was an artist. A painter. Claire was okay at painting, but her style was nothing like the naive and cartoony style that Isaac's paintings sported. Hopefully Vince wouldn't expect her to paint. After all, she was so "drugged up".
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #6 on Jul 23, 2008, 7:23am »
He just gawked in horror at the freakish display of convulsions, seizures, retches, pain, and wheezes. He had a thought,, Maybe if I knock her out then I can fix it by cooling down her body temperature, that should stop the overdose.
“Okay Miss Mendez, I am going to knock you out and fix your O.D. so hold still.” he said, and then realized that that had sounded ridiculous. Oh well. He picked up the clump of ice and carefully aimed at her head, trying to predict the erratic movements of her drunken stupor. He saw his moment and threw the ice at her, hoping it would knock her out.
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #7 on Jul 25, 2008, 9:56am »
“Okay Miss Mendez, I am going to knock you out and fix your O.D. so hold still.”
Claire snorted. That wasn't going to be easy. Claire was allegedly having a fit, so telling her to keep still was a bit idiotic. She wriggled around, clutching her chest, and upped the wheezing a little, as if the drugs were taking their toll. This was incredibly funny. If she'd had a camera on her, she'd have so sent this off to You've Been Framed.
However, what she wasn't expecting was a large clump of an ice-ball to hit her squarely on the forehead. Scowling, Claire knew her cover was going to be blown in less than ten seconds. The ice ball had left a large purple-and-yellowy-green bruise on the left hand side of her forehead, and it didn't take long for the multi-coloured bruise to be disguised by her incessantly fast healing powers. The bruise transformed back into Claire's tanned skin colour, and she sat up, still wheezing, trying to keep the cover going as fast as she could.
"Did you-" she wheezed, "know that heroin-" wheeze - "has renowned healing properties?" Claire asked the boy, wheezing heavily still. She grabbed a glass of water she'd poured for herself earlier and threw it over her face, and shivered. it was bloody cold, but it showed the boy that she'd "woken up".
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #8 on Aug 9, 2008, 5:00pm »
“Did you know that heroin has renowned healing properties?” she said between wheezes.
He smiled and looked her seriously in the eye, an unknown malicious side of him suddenly sprang up, before saying, “Of course, but in all seriousness,” he pulled a blank pill holder out of his backpack, sugar pills, placebos, that he had taken from a doctor’s office by mistake and just sort of left them in his backpack, while maintaining his devilish and slightly insane smile he added, “You should try ecstasy, it let’s you freeze things.” He laughed loudly, as he ate a pill and froze her up to the neck, “Now what are you gonna do, Miss Mendez?” he added satirically, his tortuous self must have taken effect because of his deep-rooted hate for drug users.
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #9 on Aug 26, 2008, 7:11pm »
Claire was so shocked, she allowed her mouth to drop open of its own accord. This irritating gullable fool had an ability? Great. Just great. She had to win him back, and quickly. Part of Claire wanted to grab his scrawny neck, and strangle him senseless, until he decided to unfreeze her. She was majorly pissed. It was drafty in the Loft without the added chill of being numb and frozen up to the neck. Especially in a baby-blue tank top. Scowling, Claire decided to get herself defrosted before getting to know this masochistic boy. And to do that, she'd need to get in touch her old and rusty sadistic side.
"Defrost me, and I'll show you what I can do," Claire said, threat in her voice and scrawled all over her face.
(ooc - sorry for the really short post - i'm going out!)
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #10 on Sept 29, 2008, 1:03am »
"Defrost me, and I'll show you what I can do," The girl said menacingly. Part of him wanted to freeze the rest of her and watch her die of hypothermia, but that was his father talking. He was surprised that he even got this mad, he had a temper but it rarely came about. He turned around and took three deep breathes before returning to face the girl.
“You know, you’re hardly in a position to be threatening to me or anyone really… he said with a laugh, “Because if your so called ‘heroin-induced’ healing has anything to do with your cells, they will eventually shut down and you’ll die, it’ll take awhile but I have three or four years, and you will too after I’ve frozen the rest of you.” However, his curiosity got the better of him and he added, “What you can do? Interesting… How do I know you won’t try to kill me after I defrost you?”
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #11 on Oct 18, 2008, 8:56am »
Claire smiled a wry smile. It was getting colder by the minute, yet Claire gave the guy a hard stare and clamped her teeth down on her shivering lips, leaving them stuck together like glue. Sneering at the boy's insolence, Claire gave him a look of pure annoyance and sympathy. He was dealing with a pro here. Claire could have broken out of the ice binding her body minutes ago, if she wasn't so bloody proud. She got that from her grandmother. Damn you, Angela Petrelli, she thought maliciously. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be freezing my butt off here.
Claire laughed at the next part. "How do I know you won’t try to kill me after I defrost you?” Stupid and naive. Excellent. Grinning in an annoying you-know-i'm-right-ish way, Claire spat in the boy's face angrily.
"You don't." Claire whispered, and punched through the ice as hard as she could. Her hand was bleeding thoroughly. God damnit, that ice was thick. Punching through with her other arm, Claire tried to claw at the ice with one hand, and reached for the boy's neck with her other. When her right hand finally found her target, Claire pushed her hand tightly round the boy's throat.
"Decided to let me go yet?" Claire laughed. Being evil sure was fun. Maybe she should do it more often.
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #12 on Oct 19, 2008, 7:23pm »
She suddenly punched her way out of the ice and quickly shot a thoroughly bloody hand right at his unsuspecting throat, cutting off his most of his oxygen. Shit… How’d she get out? he freaked out a little bit, a look of terror flashed on his face while he tried to quickly regain his cool. He could barely breathe as her sharp, knife-like, well manicured nails dug into his Adam’s apple and wind pipe. She said in a sadistic tone, “Decided to let me go yet?” and laughed.
He panicked slightly, trying to think of a good course of action. Suddenly inspiration struck like an arrow hitting its mark. He was going to attempt to reason with this demonic and intimidating vixen. He hoarsely whispered to her, each word creeping by her pointed nails, ”Wait… can’t we…talk…about this? Plea…sto…” his voice trailed off at the end, as he faded in and out of consciousness from a lack of oxygen, he lost control of the ice that once bonded his now free captive, and it shatter and slowly melted on the floor in a puddle of defeat.
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Re: Mr. Isaku?(Private) « Reply #13 on Feb 1, 2009, 6:40pm »
Claire scowled harshly at the younger boy as his ickle puddle evaporated from her skin. About time too, Claire thought, instantly irritated. In an angry reverie, Claire didn't realised that the weight of the boy being held captive at the end of her arm by her intensely firm grip was growing heavier and heavier by the second. He was falling, his knees caving, and Claire gasped at the purplish colour that his face was slowly turning. Letting go, Claire gasped again as she realised that her long nails had left a few dents in the guy's neck. Bending down to examine him, Claire felt instantly guilty, but covered up her feelings of guilt with a defensive sneer. After all, all she'd done was pull his leg a little, and he went completely over the top and froze her to the bone. Speaking of being frozen... Claire thought, her skin still a pinkish colour from the shock of the freezing power of the ice. It was only then that Claire realised that she was shivering madly, her whole body sodden from the melting ice covering her. All she was wearing was a thin tank-top and jeans, and Claire sighed. If she didn't die of hypothermia first, Claire knew she should probably confess to the guy, who hopefully didn't still think she was Isaac Mendez. If the guy still thought so, then Claire feared for him.
Walking quickly over to where her Chloé heels were lying face down on the floor, Claire was about to slip them on her petite and slim feet when she slipped over a puddle where the ice had melted. Landing on her bottom with great force, Claire could hear a great bang as she collided with the floor, and Claire suddenly realised that anybody normal would be swearing or wincing in pain. Feigning the usual symptoms, Claire winced instantaneously and cussed under her breath, just loud enough for the boy to hear. Claire sighed as she did so. How long was she going to have to pretend to feel pain in front of everyone? It was a horrible feeling, to feel so fake and numb, detached from everything and everyone. Was she always going to have to pretend? Would Claire never feel pain again? Like most people, Claire hated pain a while ago, but now that she couldn't feel it, she somehow wished she could be normal again and feel the burn like everyone else had to. Take the boy, for example.
Crawling over to where the boy was, still pretending that her rear end was in pain, Claire sighed, and held out her hand. "Look, I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I was just pulling you leg, honest. I'm not a painter, and I don't take heroin." Claire scowled at the scattered crack mixed with the melted ice covering the floor in distaste. Horrible stuff, simply horrible. "I'm Claire. Claire Bennet. Please forgive me," she continued simply, and looked at the boy with her large beseeching green eyes in an expression of sadness.
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