Organic Angel Alexiel
05 October 2012 @ 02:45 am
( There's a shower running. The hot - considering there's steam - water is hitting a rather curvaceous figure. As it does so, it drips down the figure's hair and body and pools at her feet where it becomes quite...red.

The color of blood.

The woman runs her bruised fingers through her drenched hair and tilts her head back. Her eyes are closed - thus why she hasn't noticed she's being recorded. Along her arms, sides and back, there are bruises and gashes.

Being a warrior isn't easy; being a warrior with a peculiar blood-lust even less so.

Alexiel wraps her pale arms around her body and simply lets the water run over her skin. Exhaling quietly, she leans forward and rests her forehead against the still cool wall. The motion causes the hair that had been plastered to her skin to shift.

It's a good thing she's tilted away from the camera.

Or perhaps not?

Just then, the screen goes black. )
 
 
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[ In a dark bedroom, Karl faces a mirror. ]

[ Awkwardly buttoning up his shirt, one-handed, he shoots his cuffs, and smoothes his hair. He doesn't bother to switch on a lamp. Or acknowledge the blinking Network device on his desk. When he turns, the empty sleeve of his right arm is seen. Tied off, it flaps uselessly at his side. He growls. ]


Waste of a perfect suit. But I forgive this place for being infuriatingly westernized and lacking any decent ao dai.

[ With an air of distaste, he snatches up the device. ]

Others I must forgive are absent. But Saya. I forgive you for being a bloodthirsty bitch and chopping my arm off to begin with. I also forgive you for leaving before I could eviscerate you and return the favor. When we next meet in Hell, may our reunion be a peaceable one. Haji. I forgive you for leaving with Saya, like her damned pet dog. You are pathetic. But you really can't help it.

Brother Amshel. I forgive you for your priggishness and manipulations. You're an utter bastard. But you made me what I am. You're exculpated and I wish you a sweet and sudden death. Solomon. I forgive you for killing me and siding with our enemies for something as idiotic as love. While I'd cheerfully strangle you, I understand you're as insane lonely as I am. Not to mention as stupid.

Grigori. I forgive your crackpot theories and your mongoloid fetish. Your influence on Amshel is why I suffered. If I met you, I'd slaughter you. But I understand you were an addlepated twat who didn't know better. Martin. I forgive you for getting killed by Solomon dying. Although you were a Nazi  had issues, you were all right. James. I forgive you too. You had the personality of a dead gnat. But you were family. Perhaps we could've found something in common over tea and crumpets?

Citizens. I forgive you for being dull, wretched, mewling pests. You're only human. You aren't capable of better.

Tch. I forgive the City, too, for its imbecilic curses and for resurrecting me after my death. I despise being alive. But perhaps I can stop and smell the roses. It's not like I have anything better to do.

[OOC: So very cursed xD ]
 
 
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