Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jun 23, 2013 23:06:59 GMT
Thorfinn Rowle, in his typical nature, had taken his share & left in a hurry. Hilariously enough, he couldn't stand the sight of blood. He hated the gore, the mess of killing in any way besides a simple curse. That was the way that he had always liked it - a bang, a flash, a body.
Not Tiffany.
Like Thorfinn, she was messy in her technique - unpredictable. It was a skill she'd have to hone over time, but the main difference between her & her much taller comrade was their style. Whereas he preferred the immediate, clean-cut death, all about results, she let herself enjoy the process. Removing limbs one by one, catching a liar & ripping out their tongue, gouging out the eyes of a potential snitch, and so forth. She'd come so much farther from her first kill that midsummer, but it was still stuck with her. Her mother, of all people, had been the one to comfort her about it, telling her that it was only natural to be paranoid after a particularly messy & dramatic murder, & not to worry, but after all of these months, she still couldn't shake it. She just acted as if she'd forgotten, and soon enough, everyone else around her seemed to as well. The general lack of trust that was instilled in her by others at the castle & ministry left her in a rank that could only be described as a hunting dog. She took part in raids & exterminations - perhaps in a few months she'd move up to recruitment.
Stepping over the body of a young man, who could only have been in his early twenties, Tiffany's heel of her boot pierced through the skin of his hand, causing her to nearly lose her footing for a moment. "You fuck." she hissed at the body, as if in some way it has been his fault that she wasn't watching where she was going. She kicked his hand free from her boot & aimed a sharp kick to his arm - something that would have hurt had he been alive to experience it. "Kitchen's clear." she called out to her fiance who was still in the other room, her voice a little shaky as she straightened herself up, glancing around to give the room one final look. Nothing of value. The house looked so grand from the outside, yet it was nearly a hollow egg when they added up the valuables indoors.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jun 23, 2013 23:22:12 GMT
Raids, Brent loved them, it was part of his nature, the things that followed them; blood, hurt, damage, death, but most of all, the torture. He liked his victims screaming, the sound of their voice piercing the rooms as he ripped out their throats and watched their whole life swallow up before them, head lolling backwards as they fell to the floor. That was Brent all over, he wasn't human when he came to his kills, he simply turned animalistic, a glint filled his eyes, time slowed down as adrenaline pumped through his veins.
Combing his fingers through his hair, Brent glanced down at his shirt, blood splattered across the tight fabric of his torso. He pulled his cloak around himself a little to cover himself, his head tilting sideways somewhat animalistically as he kicked a males lifeless body to the side of the room, the crunch of ribs as his foot touched him vibrating through the room. Hearing Tiffany's voice from the other room his head tilted up, glancing towards the door as he rolled his eyes. "Wench-" he muttered as he headed over to a cabinate in the corner of the room and reached for the handle, locked. Not bothering for his wand, Brent stood sideways and simply shoved his elbow into the glass window automatically making it smash into large shards of glass that dropped to the ground. Reached in he picked out a bottle of whiskey before walking back across the room to greet Tiffany at the kitchen door. "Clear-" he growled under his breath before throwing the bottle topper at her and turning away from the door, heading towards and making his way up the staircase.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jun 23, 2013 23:30:31 GMT
She barely had time to step out of the way, though the impact from the bottle top was hardly enough to hurt - it was more the act of him doing it rather than the 'pain' of it, she was sure. Rolling her eyes at it got caught in her robes & then slowly dropped to the floor, Tiff glanced at the staircase, then the liquor cabinet he'd just smashed open. If she was just a year younger, she'd have gone for it. She'd have filled her pockets & brought some back to Es & they'd stay up the whole night drinking & giggling. Now, she couldn't remember the last time she'd let herself drink more than she could handle. Giving the cabinet a disdainful look as though it had somehow offended her, she stepped through the broken glass & up the staircase, following the sound of Brent slamming doors open that were in his way. She passed the photos & decorations hung up the stairwell, glancing at them with no more than bored curiosity. She barely had time to register walking into what felt like a brick wall as she rounded a doorframe into a room.
"Shit - move." she sidestepped Brent, shouldering him out of her way & pulling her hair around her shoulder in a large bunch to keep it out of the way in case he decided that was the easiest part of her to grab at a moment's notice.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jun 23, 2013 23:40:55 GMT
Brent has made it up the stairs and stopped in what was a babys room, a crib in the corner, bundle of clothes piled on a dresser, teddies lining the wall, the usual. It wasn't the fact it was a child's room that made him stop, the smirk crawling across his lips as he inhaled deeply, no. It wasn't that at all. It was the smell of fresh paint that made him smirk, his head tilting to the side before he got distracted by the bumping into his back, growling he looked sideways with a disdainful look at the shorter brunette. "Have some respect-" He growled heavily, shoving her roughly in the side with his elbow. "And there was me thinking that dirt was just fat-." He spoke with a voice so deep that had it not been he didn't doubt he'd sound almost gleeful. "Guess she was with child." He added, referring to his first kill when he'd walked in the house.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jun 23, 2013 23:48:17 GMT
"Respect for what?" she droned as she stumbled sideways & caught herself, straightening up again. She stood side by side with him for a moment, she took in the appearance of the room and snorted. She immediately tried to stifle it but couldn't. Like him, it wasn't the fact that it was a baby's room.. alright, it was, but certainly not the reason she was biting her lip so hard it turned white to keep from laughing. The fact that the two of them stood there, both smirking, satisfied & proud of a job well done.. in the center of a nursery. Anyone who knew them, as separate entities or as a 'couple', would find this hilarious. She stepped ahead of him so he wouldn't see the almost-smile that she was trying to scowl off of her face.
Stop it, she thought angrily at herself, trying to get herself under better control. Stop it, stop it, stop it.
Finally getting herself under complete control & losing sight of the image that had put her in hysterics in the first place, she turned around, clearing her throat & trying to ignore the heat of blush on her cheeks, facing him with an innocent, oblivious look. "What are we doing in here?"
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jun 24, 2013 0:14:23 GMT
"Are you really that dumb or?" He questioned, before smirking furiously. "I mean, of course you are, stupid of me to ask, naturally blonde, are we, Tiffany? - Respect for me, I own you now, remember?" Closing his mouth, Brent poked his tongue at his cheek as he glanced around the room, his hand reaching to dance across a dresser before knocking a lamp off the corner, letting it crash to the floor. "Clearly a room created by that of a mudblooded halfwit" he growled, glancing at the picture framed on the wall, empty, he smirked again, assuming that they were there for first born pictures or something along those lines. Raising an eyebrow as she turned, Brent looked her straight on, his deep brown eyes holding onto her gaze. "You're blushing, what's that all about?" He questioned seriously, looking somewhat impressed. "Leaving." He responded. "As soon as you tell me why you currently have the colour only a child would possess on your cheeks."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jun 24, 2013 0:26:46 GMT
She felt the blush increase. Ugh. Giving him a sharp little glare, her eyes travelled from his face to the remains of the lamp lying on the ground near the dresser.
"You're hallucinating, nutjob. Can we leave, now?" she gave him a stern look that would make any other man sidestep to get out of her way & follow her lead - but not him. Nothing she seemed to do could properly affect him. It left her disoriented & completely out of her element, & totally hooked. Curious.
ooc. that was a bit short, sorry!
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jun 24, 2013 0:36:39 GMT
Rolling his eyes he growled. "Child" Brent repeated harshly, his hand resting against the dresser as his arm tensed a little holding him upright.
"What did I tell you about respect?" He grunted, hand reaching for the whiskey bottle he'd put down as he'd walked in the room. Tilting his head back he took a long swig before deciding it wasn't 'expensive' enough for his taste, tossing the half empty glass bottle in Tiffs general direction he didn't even skip a beat as it shattered the the ground, splashing everything within a three meter radius. Turning, Brent left the room and let his head poke around the rest of the doors in the upstairs of the house, ensuring it was clear before returning his gaze towards Tiffany. "Dinner with my family tonight, love."
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jun 24, 2013 0:44:08 GMT
She winced away, though she was still splashed significantly by the cheap liquor. Crinkling her nose in distaste at the scent of it, she shook her head in frustration, before turning back to the nursery. This would be her life, sooner or later. She'd have to finish with school, then once the world had moved into a better place, she'd be married & would have to start bearing children. The idea completely terrified her. Pregnancy, childbirth, child-rearing. Ugh.
Finishing her sweep of the room, she headed back into the front garden & apparating herself home. She apparently had a dinner to prepare for. She explained herself to her mother & found the only dress in her room that didn't still need to have the blood stoned out of it, then made her way to the pass to Brent's family's home. After apparating & making her way the rest of the way, she was there.
ooc. moving this to the 'family homes' board. (:
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