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❥ you want it all right now--ultranumb;;
Jun. 22nd, 2012 11:17 am( ENTRANCEWAY--it's all smoke and mirrors;; )Third-Person Sample:
"You lied to me!" The man shrieked in pain as golden chains wrapped around him, searing his flesh. LeBlanc smiled, eyes revealing nothing but the man's own reflection as she stared him down. "You said you loved me!"
"Oh, darling, I love a lot of people." The chains tightened. "Think of this as me embracing you, loving you as you so call it." His eyes bulged as he choked, the chain around his neck even tighter than the others. "You've something I desire, something you stole from me." Suddenly, LeBlanc giggled. "Where is it darling~? Tell me, wherever did you hide my staff?"
The chains disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. Her lover collapsed, blood oozing out of the marks the chains had left. "I wanted to make you mine! I thought that if the staff--gone--then I could keep you--make it so that you couldn't..." He wheezed as he found the strength to stand. "Couldn't be with any others."
LeBlanc paused, eyes widened as she contemplated what to do next. "Honestly." She wasn't able to stop herself from laughing a little. "My powers are derived from my very soul, child, something which you will never have." With a flick of her wrist a large, glowing orb sailed over to the man and exploded on impact. His body smashed against the wall before flopping to the ground. LeBlanc licked a bit of blood that had splattered onto her lower lip and sighed. "My, and this mansion is so large. It could be--oh, no, wait. Of course~"
Men were predictable, stupid creatures. The journal the man wrote in every night would surely tell of his plans--she had flipped through it weeks ago and had found that even then he wished to 'keep his beautiful flower to himself'. LeBlanc meandered over to the bed and lifted up the mattress. Bingo. "You thought you knew me, darling, but LeBlanc is far older than 'your beautiful flower'. Such a shame, you were a riot in bed too." As Leblanc found the page she was looking for, a small smile spread across her lips.
Dreams were dreams, but she'd be damned if things, in the end, didn't go her way.
First-Person Sample: Ahoy there, you sexy mods, you!
"You lied to me!" The man shrieked in pain as golden chains wrapped around him, searing his flesh. LeBlanc smiled, eyes revealing nothing but the man's own reflection as she stared him down. "You said you loved me!"
"Oh, darling, I love a lot of people." The chains tightened. "Think of this as me embracing you, loving you as you so call it." His eyes bulged as he choked, the chain around his neck even tighter than the others. "You've something I desire, something you stole from me." Suddenly, LeBlanc giggled. "Where is it darling~? Tell me, wherever did you hide my staff?"
The chains disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. Her lover collapsed, blood oozing out of the marks the chains had left. "I wanted to make you mine! I thought that if the staff--gone--then I could keep you--make it so that you couldn't..." He wheezed as he found the strength to stand. "Couldn't be with any others."
LeBlanc paused, eyes widened as she contemplated what to do next. "Honestly." She wasn't able to stop herself from laughing a little. "My powers are derived from my very soul, child, something which you will never have." With a flick of her wrist a large, glowing orb sailed over to the man and exploded on impact. His body smashed against the wall before flopping to the ground. LeBlanc licked a bit of blood that had splattered onto her lower lip and sighed. "My, and this mansion is so large. It could be--oh, no, wait. Of course~"
Men were predictable, stupid creatures. The journal the man wrote in every night would surely tell of his plans--she had flipped through it weeks ago and had found that even then he wished to 'keep his beautiful flower to himself'. LeBlanc meandered over to the bed and lifted up the mattress. Bingo. "You thought you knew me, darling, but LeBlanc is far older than 'your beautiful flower'. Such a shame, you were a riot in bed too." As Leblanc found the page she was looking for, a small smile spread across her lips.
Dreams were dreams, but she'd be damned if things, in the end, didn't go her way.
First-Person Sample: Ahoy there, you sexy mods, you!
