Thread: [â] eyes as candles - {dream+nymph}

Such a place, was not for such a man. Places as such gave the darkly dressed man shivers. People with too much money looking for a place to waste it. He wanted to shout, 'give it to me you dumb fucks!' But his long years of training kept him under control. The sound of idle chatter, little debates and the clicks of expensive heels and fancy shoes were driving him mad. Sure he dressed the part, but this wasn't him. The man, best friend of a late writer with a terrible temper... and an amazing aim with any small hand gun. His skin was lightly tanned, nothing too special, only natural looking. Accompanied by the most stunning hazel eyes many had ever seen. A spot of caramel touched his left eye. His face was ruggedly cut, but smoothly shaven. His dirty hair hung over his eyes. That didn't keep him from seeing the shining piece on the guys backside. Though looking up the also darkly clad man, it was one of his own. One of his best... other than the late leader and himself, of course. His tall and slender form allowed him to see over the heads of the art lovers. He himself cared no mind to paint on some paper. Art was more... physical to this stunning young man. Thin, starved fingers rushed through the ragged hair on his scalp, pushing it back from his eyes. It was his signal. Gerrit Lobdale had a plan. He always had a plan. There! He saw her. They had the same skin, the same eyes, hell, the same walk almost, other than the smooth and graceful step of her, compared to that of her brother. His people saw the sign, knew he found her. They could almost hear his sickeningly smooth voice whispering in their ears. Let the Chaos being. He nearly groaned hearing the sound of the gunfire. He lived for the fight. His mens' weapons were drawn and going off. Woman were screaming, bringing a twisted grin to his face. He twirled a hand, and a man rushed the tall woman, he did not hesitate to pull the rough sack from his coat. Getting behind her, he placed it over her face, his large dark hand covering where her mouth would be, trying to lessen her fighting... Got her? Get out. His voice was a mere whisper, as he stepped over the body of the man, the blood oozing from his skull making his heel squish against the ground. ---------------------------- Like many at the party, many who weren't there for the art, per-say. The young woman was bored. Bored out of her damned skull. If another man walked up to her and tried to compare her to one of the masterpieces... she just may step her heel though his foot. The thought of it brought the corner of her full, painted and luscious lips into a smile. Her mere smile turned heads, bringing the attention to her round face, with high cheek bones, dimples and brown and orange speckles covering the flawless ivory skin. She brushed a slender hand over her blushing face, caressing her own baby smooth skin with a long finger. She closed her long, darkened lashes over her sparkling baby blues. The blue so intense, some felt as if they were drowning in her eyes. Pretending to be interested in art -some of which isn't even good at her own standards- got boring quickly. Spinning away from yet another 'angry painting', she stepped towards one of the most up and coming artist's work. A smile was brought to her innocent looking face, framed in strawberry blond locks, so long that when unleashed from the tight bun, pinned to the back of her head, it hung past her waist. The strands, curled into ringlets on either side of her face bounced as she walked. The heels of her own stilettos clicked as she walked. Her hands were brushing against the blue dress she wore, the same vibrant blue of her waterfall eyes. It clasped around her neck, and covered no shoulders, not even her back. The back of the dress squared at the small of her back, one side ended at her thigh, the other her knee. There was a black, Chinese design that came up, around and to her large bust, cupping one perky breast in what looked like a dragon's maw. See, I like this one. She sweetly interrupted a debate between to older men, both wrinkled and smelled... bad.. to her. Too much cologne. It doesn't need to express the feelings she had at the time. You can just tell by looking at it, it's sadness.. and anger, probably from the death of her infamous brother, I'd assume. Look how the water ripped into red and back into blue? Like it's bleeding out. Maybe something a bit deeper than that... who knows... Emily Madeleine Rolet, one of the most well known young woman in this bustling city. She was the adventurous daughter of the richest, most powerful and well-known men.. maybe even in the entire country! Her swagger was one of a casual person, formal and very well educated. No one would know her hobbies consisted mostly of the video game systems that littered her basement floor. At least she'd ended the annoying squabble of the two men.. Emily pouted, sticking out the crimson lower lip as she looked around, How come none of these men are young and striking? All old, smelly or perverted. A soft sigh left her. Her reasons for coming to this thing was her own, perhaps to find another attractive and educated male for a fun evening? No. A conversation would be nice. She thanked the young man whom passed by with glasses of wine. Taking a small sip of the glass she'd taken from his tray, she sighed once more. That's when gun shots went off. Of everything she'd learned, playing gamed like Resident Evil, Left 4 Dead among others, one stood out more than anything. Do. Not. Scream. Attention, it was the last thing you wanted. As women rushed around screamed, and men hollered, whipping out their own firearms and returning fire. She did what she was taught. Get low, and get hidden. Emily quickly made her way across the marble floor, slipping and sliding herself under a couch. A ricochet from the wall struck her in the ankle. A pain laced scream left her. She was still thinking clearly though, quickly she grasped her ankle, placing pressure on the wound that was gushing blood, staining the floors. Fuck! She muttered, swearing to help ease the pain... listulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistulistu