my mind; my cage [ISI]

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[bg=d4d4d4][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-left: 12px solid #65686C; border-right: 12px solid #65686C, bTable][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] I tear myself open i sow myself shut my weakness is that i care too much He could stare into those eyes forever, drown in them, and never understand the full weight of that gaze. So many thoughts, feelings, all tightly bottled that he could only ever scratch the surface. It was a magnetism born of his curiosity that had gotten him past the ticket gate and moving listlessly with the crowds. Satsuki didn’t necessarily dislike visiting the zoo, but there wasn’t much reason to find enjoyment in it either. And why should he when the leopard behind the glass wasn’t all that different from the leopard beneath his skin? The sun was shining, bright and obnoxious, just what you’d expect from a summer day in a southern state. He couldn’t feel it. He should probably be worried but instead he was ignoring the coolness of body, the loss of color in his skin, signals that his body was being deprived of something that it needed that he had no obvious intention to give. In his head he was chiding himself for being so immature. It wasn’t something unreasonable either. He was hungry plain and simple. It wasn’t a hardship to find the nearest concession stand and shell out four bucks for a hormone-laced, barely mediocre hotdog with all sorts of wonderful toppings and amenities, to tide him over until he could make something more filling. But Satsuki wasn’t moving. He was still there, back braced against the summer sun and leaning against the railing with his eyes looking out from the shadow of his hat, at the spotted cat behind the glass barrier. He couldn’t explain it, the compulsion that he felt lingering in the back of his mind whenever he thought of the feline slothfully spread across a log in her enclosure. Every time he tried to grab hold of the feeling it would turn to wisps and returning only when he’d focused back on the subject of his intrigue until finally he’d stopped trying to figure it out. Obviously his brain knew something that he didn’t and it was trying to force him to see it for himself. Hell if he knew what though. All he could see was a captive animal, taken from some far reaches of the world, bred and then put on display for those fortunate enough to never encounter it in the wild. What was he supposed to see in this sad excuse of cat? People moved around him but the noise was little more than static in his ears now. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was so transfixed on the cat in front of him or because he was just that weak. When had he last eaten anyway? Yesterday afternoon? Right before he’d left the firm? Satsuki had the grace to shake his head, to his chagrin he shouldn’t be standing there waiting for some epiphany to come out of the blue and should be trying to shove as much protein down his throat as possible. It sucked being a lycanthrope – even worse being the Nimir-Rajand feeling the gentle tug of his Pard on his energy. Goddamn metaphysics. How he hated them. One minute he was fine and another he was eyeing the gazelles three pens over and wondering if anyone would notice if one went missing. He ran his hand over his face, grimacing unhappily when he wiped the collecting sweat from his brow. Weak. He remembered it distinctly, the feeling of being too weak to fight those who would take his possessions. To be meat for anyone strong enough to force him into submission and lacking in the power to do anything but accept the cage made for him. Satsuki’s frown deepened, looking contemplatively at the animal whose waxy green eyes would flicker to his face for a moment and then move on. Disinterested in yet another person come to see her prison. They could dress it with every tree, rock and algae-infested pond in Africa but there was no freedom here. They weren’t free. Both the man and the beast were in surrounded by walls that they didn’t know exactly how to break. They could fight but to what end? Bullets were just as lethal as their claws, their teeth, and their natural strength if not more so. They didn’t want death. They wanted out of this enclosure. Slowly he could feel it pressing on him. His beast waking to the boil of his distress and casting its gaze through him, seeing what he saw and trying to make sense of the discomfort and decide whether it was something it could force into submission. Instinctively Satsuki shoved it down, mentally of course. He pushed at the second consciousness that filtered through his fingers like water, insisting on being there and assessing the scene for itself. It was with more effort than usual that his beast fell quiet and submissive again. H could almost imagine the spotted cat huffing at being denied the opportunity to help. But this wasn’t something that it was capable of solving. His breathing was coming quicker now, a dull ache resonating in his head forced him to tear his eyes away from the rail and press the heel of his palm over his eye. He regretted it though. Standing slowly probably wouldn’t have been a problem but he’d straightened fluidly and carelessly considering his current state and a wave of dizziness was there to meet him. Satsuki stumbled, bumping a patron who looked at him with concern as he was busy rubbing at his temples, completely forgoing an apology. They couldn’t fight their cage because a cage didn’t bleed. But maybe, just maybe, they could bend the bars.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi yawned. She had no work today. She tried calling her best friend but she wasn’t answering. Isi really didn’t feel like hanging out with any of her other co-workers. They were good people but Isi wanted a break. It was hard enough keeping a ‘neutral’ face in front of them. But now one of her co-workers daughters was actually dating a blood sucking leech and it was awkward. What did one say? So Isi’s plan was to avoid her co-workers and to not talk about one of them dating a leech.

One of the place’s Isi hadn’t been in a while was the zoo. She paid her admission ticket and headed through the gates. She immediately felt out of place. This was most definitely a family type event. There were little children screaming with glee everywhere Isi could look. One of the first things she did was to grab a cool lemonade and a hot dog with all the toppings except sauerkraut. She glanced at all the posting signs and the map. She paid for an adult ticket so she might as well go and view the animals.

The first animals Isi decided to look at were the large cats. Isi had always secretly wanted a white tiger as a pet. Though she knew that those large exotic animals were dangerous and usually almost always killed those who owned them when they made a tiny mistake. Isi couldn’t help it. There was just something about the dangerous white tiger that Isi wanted. She had even looked them up online along with all the various licenses that she would need to own one. God knew that Isi had enough land for a gigantic cage.

The orange tigers Isi was looking at were lying on the grass, twenty or thirty feet below. They were contempt to sit on the grass, sleeping or just lazing about. If anything they were quite boring. If only there was a white one. Isi could look at that rare tiger all day. She would pay any amount for such a cub. That or a baby leopard, her other favorite exotic animal.

On her way to the leopards Isi passed the hyenas. She recalled the last time she was at the zoo. She met a girl that was a were-hyena. The two had fought and the hyena girl had escaped. Then Isi had hunted the hyena girl down later and killed her mercilessly. She had tortured the girl to find out if the hyena had told anyone about her. Even though the hyena girl had not, Isi had murdered her little hyena babies.

Isi tossed her empty hotdog wrapper in the trash. It was never good to litter. She slurped her cool lemonade as she came upon the leopards. Though she had been at the zoo a few times before she still required use of the map to find the exhibits. Leopards! At least the leopards were active. They were moving despite being in their steel cages. It was as if they could or would do something interesting at any moment.

Isi stared on. All of a sudden she was bumped. Had it been someone quite hideously ugly Isi would have responded with name calling and violence. A lot of violence. But it was someone quite attractive. The man was rubbing his temple as if he had a very horrible headache. “Are you all right?” Isi asked. She sounded extremely caring. And she was, at least to attractive looking humans. “Do you need some medical attention?” she asked.

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Words: 591 Outfit: HERE Tag: Satsuki Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[pride]

[bg=d4d4d4][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-left: 12px solid #65686C; border-right: 12px solid #65686C, bTable][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] I tear myself open i sow myself shut my weakness is that i care too much Someone was calling him. What were the chances that person was going to end up annoying him to the point of insanity if he didn’t answer? Slim by any standard of thinking really but would it kill him to turn around and halfheartedly reassure them? Maybe. Was he going to do it anyway? Probably. If it wasn’t due to a conditioned response then it was because he was just that damned proud and would rather faint all over the zoo walkway then get himself something to eat. Stupid didn’t have to make sense. It took him a moment to get the world to stop spinning but when he was sure he was no longer suffering from a bad case of vertigo Satsuki turned around and appraised the speaker with weary scrutiny. His eyes were assaulted by a vision of swimming red curls and if he hadn’t known better he’d have thought someone had tried to straighten a clown wig. Not that he was trying to be intentionally mean or anything but hungry wasn’t usually the best circumstances to meet any supernatural creature under. Albeit, even if he wasn’t ready to fall down from lack of food he’d have reached the same deduction anyway – he was a mean bastard. She didn’t look bad. The woman was actually very pretty with her smooth, slanted features kissed by sunlight offering n interesting gradient of dark to light that complimented her attire. High cheek bones and full lips, perfect for leaving kisses on. The question was, if Satsuki was given the chance, would he kiss her or eat her? “Huh? No I’m sorry…It’s just my anemia acting up.” It was a lie he’d rehearsed so many times it poured from his lips like God’s own truth. Satsuki didn’t make a habit out of starving himself, physical punishment wasn’t his cup of tea but when he’d first shifted and was made to brace the hunger without knowing the consequences he’d passed out on more occasions then he liked to remember. He’d had to say something to keep the questions and concerns to a minimum while he attended college and kept the fact that he turned into a six foot furry once a month and had a leopard prowling the corridors of his mind. Anemia had just been the most realistic and best accepted option. Blinking away the brightness he tried to force himself into a state where he didn’t look like he was going to collapse – he did a poor job of it really. Internally he could feel his beast stirring, stronger now and pressing against the walls he’d erected to keep it hidden, clawing up them. It wanted to know what was going on and why we weren’t getting where we needed to go. Outwardly the man’s face was still firm, pleasant, ‘I’m fine and not fighting a metaphysical animal right now’ sort of expression if one could imagine it. It was convincing, a mask he’d worked on and worn so often it was seamless. “I’ll be fine in a few minutes once I’ve eaten something. You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest concession stand would be?” He didn’t need her to tell him, he could smell it. The scent of grease, meat and salt were so heavy he wanted to gag. He only asked because he was still playing human and a regular human would need direction. He just hoped his stubbornness didn’t get him carted off to a hospital.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi looked at the cute man, young, about her age and wondered what his history was. She wondered that for every cute young man she came across. As a Federal Marshal Isi had to keep up appearances and such. She certainly couldn’t date a vampire, nor could she date a vampire supporter. She also couldn’t date someone who was a member of any vampire hate groups. Which was a shame because she was practically worshipped like an idol.

“I’ll be fine in a few minutes once I’ve eaten something. You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest concession stand would be?”

“No, I don’t.” Isi said as she held up her zoo map. “But I know this map does.” She smiled. She easily found where they were on the map and then identified the symbol with the nearest food cart. If a Federal Marshal couldn’t read and understand any map then they were doomed. Though the zoo’s map was so easy a two year old would understand it. “It’s just this way. Out of the exhibit and down the street a bit. In front of the lions.”

Isi couldn’t help but think that this was less anemia and more bulimia. Though maybe he could use some sugar. The hell if Isi knew if it was bulimia or anemia, she certainly wasn’t a doctor. Doctors took a vow to save lives. Though no human doctor would touch a vampire or were-creature. And Isi took a vow to kill them. Things couldn’t be much more opposite.

‘Okay, I’m doing my good deed for this century’ Isi thought to herself. Though of course her good deeds were of course selfish deeds. As they were walking Isi felt less alone and more like a couple. The executioner wondered what her life would have been like if she had chosen a different path, say for example, promoting herself to bringing humans and vampires together for world peace. Yuck! Isi made a face at that thought. It was all these damn children around here that brought it on, another ‘Why aren’t you currently dating? Don’t you ever want to have children?’ from her relatives.

“Alright. I think that’s the cart. I believe the staple foods are hot dogs, hot dogs, maybe corndogs and all varieties of all sugar based drinks with carbonated bubbles.” Isi closed the map after carefully folding it. “Name your poison.” Usually when she was like this people, including her friends looked at her funny. She certainly had a way with words most of the times.

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Words: 423 Outfit: HERE Tag: Satsuki Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[pride]

[bg=d4d4d4][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-left: 12px solid #65686C; border-right: 12px solid #65686C, bTable][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] I tear myself open i sow myself shut my weakness is that i care too much A corner of his lip twitched encouragingly, the barest whisper of a smile at how she managed to make light of the situation that could easily go from bad to worse in less than seven seconds. But that was the novelty that came with being human supposedly. Satsuki didn’t understand the concept but he did comprehend that she was offering to show him where he could find a relatively decent meal at a moderate price. Good old Southern hospitality. That or she was simply that bored with looking at the savannah exhibits and thought he’d provide a little more entertainment. He couldn’t argue that logic if it were the case. He was a hell of a lot more fun then anything one would ever find lounging in these enclosures. “It’s just this way. Out of the exhibit and down the street a bit. In front of the lions.” ‘I could have told you that.’ He thought irritably as he fell into step behind the woman. Why couldn’t she have been one of those women who would tell him how to get where he was going and then leave him to fend for himself? Now he had to humor her by letting her think she was doing him a favor by taking the directionally challenged invalid to his destination. Did this mean he was obligated to buy her something? Or worse, sustain some modicum of civility and conversation? Neither were options worse than passing out but she had yet to prove herself to be an interesting subject thus his level of intrigue was still on the ‘why don’t you shut up and leave’ mode. “Alright. I think that’s the cart. I believe the staple foods are hot dogs, hot dogs, maybe corndogs and all varieties of all sugar based drinks with carbonated bubbles.” Satsuki frowned slightly, he’d been so out of it hadn’t even realized they’d reached the stand and here the redhead was listing off the various artery-clogging treats he could indulge in. Despite his earlier lack of interest he smiled widely. What? He could appreciate a sense of humor? “Please don’t forget the teeth rotting sweets for tots.” He murmured dryly as he appraised the small stand and shrugged his shoulder noncommittally. A two hotdogs wouldn’t solve the problem but it would alleviate the headache he was having and would give him an excuse to not reply to anything if the need arose. Absently he looked again at today’s Good Samaritan and offered a small grin, “Would there be any chance that I could buy you something? Assuming you don’t mind meat laced with MSG.”

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

“Would there be any chance that I could buy you something? Assuming you don’t mind meat laced with MSG.”

Isi thought things over. If she passed on the hotdog then she would have had to leave him alone, obviously, as there was no real reason anymore for her to be sticking around. “MGS’s my favorite flavor. I suppose, I could always go for a hotdog,” Isi shrugged. “Everything but sauerkraut, please.” There was something about zoo food. Food always tasted better when someone cooked it and someone else paid for it.

The vampire executioner thought on things. This man whose name she didn’t even know would either be impressed with her job or hate it. People who loved vampires hated executioners. Isi could fill a novel with how many times she’s been attacked by vampire junkies just by going door to door with the sole purpose of looking for information. And then even though some men supported her killing vampires they also didn’t like it because of some macho domino effect.

“I’m Isi.” Her name was pronounced Izzy, though she spelled it differently. And her name was not short for Isobel or Elizabeth either, though most people made that mistake. ‘I’m also the residential Federal Marshal and your neighborhood vampire boogeyman’, she thought. It always made for interesting conversation. ‘Oh shit’, Isi thought. ‘I hope he can’t read minds,’ she thought.

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Words: 231 Outfit: HERE Tag: Satsuki Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[pride]

[bg=d4d4d4][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-left: 12px solid #65686C; border-right: 12px solid #65686C, bTable][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] I tear myself open i sow myself shut my weakness is that i care too much A quaint smile lifted the man’s lips as he settled his gray-blue eyes on the woman. It was almost cute how he could see the gears working in that little mind of hers as she contemplated his carelessly spoken invitation. Initially he had wanted the woman to just leave him alone and forget his existence in entirety, but there was yet another subconscious itch needing to be scratched. And he had learned to stop ignoring those little itches…for the most part anyway. Satsuki was pleased with her response and it showed. His smile widened, at one point he’d had to work to have his expression meet his eyes but this time it came naturally and without any effort on his part. A true smile. Maybe not for all the right reasons mind you but as genuine as someone living a double life could get. Sometimes you had to appreciate the little things. He nodded amiably and joined the line which thankfully wasn’t outrageously long. With a processed meat byproduct in either hand, each with mounds of toppings that neither of their arteries was likely to appreciate, he rejoined Isi – who had just introduced herself – and offered one to her. Her fears were unnecessary, he couldn’t read minds anymore than she probably could but he didn’t need psychic abilities to sense that there might have been more hanging onto that introduction than what was given. But he was going to be the bigger person and let her go with just the name, it wasn’t like he was going to tell her he was a lawyer and kept the local leopards from mauling tourists. “Satsuki, thanks for helping me Isi. Most people in the states would’ve passed me by.” And that was the sad truth. They’d flash concerned looks and might give him directions but many were too busy with their own lives to bother with anyone else’s. They would ask out of some misplaced obligation to look out for their fellow man but not out of true worry. Though, he preferred it that way, fewer questions to answer. “Now I have to know, am I keeping you from someone? Because for a trip to the zoo you’re very well dressed.”

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi graciously accepted the hotdog. It was filled with her favorite toppings. Her intestines were probably going to curse her name but Isi was used to eating out, a lot. She had absolutely no time to cook dinner. When she came home from a vampire killing she usually passed out right into bed, if she was not covered in blood or guts, that is.

Isi shrugged. She would have done the same thing, but he was quite handsome. Had Satsuki an ugly zit, mole, beer belly or fangs Isi would have ignored him too (except for the fangs, then she might have killed him later). “It’s not their fault,” she said defending the people. “They have families to worry about and well, it’s not exactly always safe meeting someone new.”

The red head meant by that that a stranger could be anyone or anything. Satsuki could have been a vampire or a werewolf or a weretiger, or a werefox. He could even have been a zombie or a demon. Though the last reported demon attack happened quite a long time ago. The key word being ‘reported’ as Isi did not report her demon attack. But Isi knew that he was no vampire as she could sense the dead being a necromancer. As for were-creature, that was unknown. But why would one show up at the zoo? Isi dismissed the thought.

Isi took a bite of her hotdog, chewed it slowly and looked down at her clothes. She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, her shirt was only just one hundred and fifty-five dollars, around the same for the pants as well. Her black boots were the combined cost of both the shirt and the pants but they were honestly very comfortable. “No, I always wear things like this. Is it a crime to dress nice?” she asked.

She thought of all the times she had been on official vampire killings wearing nice clothing like this. Sometimes her clothes got destroyed, other times they were fine. Isi had just recently started purchasing some ‘lower budget’ clothes to wear for warrants and her side habits of killing vampires ‘illegally’. It was hard finding good clothing that wasn’t hot and hide her guns. Isi was packing heat right now. Most people waddled like a duck with a gun but Isi walked normal, she walked weird without a gun and matching holster.

‘Why did I remind myself of the good old days that I could kill vampires without warrants without risking jail?’ Isi thought to herself. She knew all the morgue attendants. Several years ago she did several trips several times a day to all the morgues in New Orleans, staking suspected vampire victims. Then it wasn’t murder, now they just walked out of the morgue and went home. Isi realized she must have been pondering, “Excuse me. I didn’t mean to space off, I was just thinking of something.” She smiled.

“What brings you to the zoo? And you’re not dressed so shaggy yourself.”

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Words: 499 Outfit: HERE Tag: Satsuki Notes: None Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[pride]

[bg=d4d4d4][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style, border-left: 12px solid #65686C; border-right: 12px solid #65686C, bTable][atrb=width,20%][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true] I tear myself open i sow myself shut my weakness is that i care too much He supposed there was truth in her words, mankind certainly had a slew of ever-growing problems they seemed to wrap themselves up in – many of which were borrowed trouble from other governments drowning in their own mud holes. Had he been in similar situations (assuming that he wasn’t already hampered by his unsavory genetics) he would probably feel the same way. However, the Japanese in general were a people who thrived on kinship. If the world didn’t have their noteworthy populace of lycanthropes then many of the Asian countries people could pass for them, if only in system of operation amongst each other. Alright they had a hell of a lot of reservations that he frankly couldn’t be bothered to follow anymore, but they had a genuine concern for each other. At least the decent half of the population did anyway. A stab of nausea rippled through him, reminding him of the lukewarm bun still in hand. As if becoming aware of the fact that he had food Satsuki was suddenly ravenous. Didn’t matter that the hotdog tasted like various other animals besides the 100% beef frank as advertised, so long as it was food and had protein his body seemed accepting enough. His first bite was more like a swallow – etiquette and table manners be damned. He’d wolfed half of his frankfurter, barely catching the drip of ketchup, mustard and relish it was swimming in with his napkin. Had Isi voiced allowed the price tag that came with her fashion he might have forgone saving his dress shirt in favor of laughing through his mouthful. Only a hundred and fifty-five dollars wasn’t much to blink at if one had a high enough income to sustain it. However, Satsuki knew several women who would have balked if they’d heard it. For a lot of middle class that was half of their food bill going into that pretty black and gold top. He, in hindsight, wouldn’t have flinched either. Being a man of the law had its perks even if it did leave him with coworkers who wanted to throw his guts in a blender for shooting down their cases if they happened to be the opposition. He still hadn’t discovered who’d keyed his car last month. Damn brutes. “Never a crime to show others just how much better you look than them.” He said with the same unfaltering grin and the lightest dash of laughter trickling through. “I ask because most women don’t think too far into their clothing when they go to see the penguins.” The teasing was light, respectful, a mode of comfort he’d learned with practiced ease and that came as innately as breathing. “I think I’m envying the penguins.” He hummed before taking another, less voracious, bite of his hotdog and watched the woman with exacting care. She was thinking, on what he could only guess at but that was the fun part. Her eyes would shift to different shades of green, darker for moments and then almost dreary as though exasperated by something. A window to the soul were the eyes of man, the question was what color would it be? The were-leopard grinned as he watched the Marshal peel herself away from her thoughts and apologize. “Space away, gives me time to appreciate you. As for why I’m here,” he shrugged at the last bit, a Gaelic movement that didn’t end at just his shoulders. “The joys of boredom are boundless when you have the week off.” He managed to sound almost irritated at that. Satsuki certainly wasn’t a workaholic; he liked his free days as well as the next guy. But the reason behind this one was neither convenient nor exciting. New leopards meant new meat to tenderize, if he didn’t put in a full appearance among them they’d look to the next beneath him. That in and of itself wasn’t a bad thing. However, presently he didn’t have anyone beneath him. There was no Nima-raj to speak of since he hadn’t yet chosen one nor did he see one in his immediate future. He had lovers but none that he didn’t believe could maneuver a situation as fast as he could on his own. And unlike the wolf packs the leopards didn’t exactly have a Skoll or Hati or Bolverk. They had enforcers and bodyguards but nothing quite so well-defined. He’d need to be around the pard to settle the new leopards himself and assure that if they screwed up he wasn’t connected. None of his problems showed outwardly. Satsuki was as cool and composed as an iceberg in the arctic, perfectly at home and not a hair out of place. Apparently Isi had noticed that. “So, is it true what the American’s say? The brighter the hair the wilder the woman? Because I think there’s an amusement park with a rollercoaster that I’d like to take you.”

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

“A week off? Must be nice.” She wasn’t jealous. Not really. It was never work when you enjoyed what you did. The warrants on Isi’s death were piling up. She couldn’t hunt down the bastards and kill them fast enough. Everything from feeding on a human to rape, death, kidnap and even child abuse. If Isi had the option to take a week off, she wouldn’t. She enjoyed killing vampires too much. She still had no idea what she would say if asked about what she did for a living.

“So, is it true what the American’s say? The brighter the hair the wilder the woman? Because I think there’s an amusement park with a rollercoaster that I’d like to take you.”

Isi raised her eyebrow. “I’ve never heard that before. Are you sure anyone says that?” she asked doubtingly. “I’ll think on the rollercoaster.” Isi said with a smile. Maybe she would like to go with him, but on a rollercoaster? As a Marshal, Isi liked to stay away from things that could be dangerous if tampered with. She wouldn’t put much faith in a theme park that was probably run by ex-convicts. Isi could just imagine going on a ride and then having some vampire loving human tampering with it and Isi being decapitated.

“So, why are you jealous of penguins?” she asked subtly changing the topic, though he would notice. Men had it easy. They just had to shave their face, bathe themselves in cologne and wear a suit. Their ties didn’t even have to match. Women had to shave everything, make themselves look pretty with make-up; they had to do their hair and make it respectable, shoes and purses needed to match.

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