Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 23, 2011 14:33:27 GMT -5
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
The tourists were everywhere, despite with what happened to Katrina. Many had actually been worried that the tourist industry would be dropped, that people would go elsewhere. But there was no need. This was New Orleans, Louisiana. This was a place where magic was let loose. Where Executioners of the vampire persuasion needed to lay down the laws, hard and strict. This was where voodoo was known and welcome by all. This was Louisiana!
Isi was off duty today and there was only one place she would rather be: Bourbon street! At any time of day or night you could listen to up-and-coming jazz musicians, eat a tasty treat covered with white confectioners sugar and buy a shrunken head – all at the same time! There were plenty of kiosks with food, illegal DVD’s, drinks and homemade musical instruments and jewelry. As long as the sellers were human, Isi would usually let them be. Arresting and hassling illegal copies of DVD’s and designer purses was a job for the NOPD, New Orleans Police Department.
Isi found herself still walking the streets with a fresh ice cool bottle of water in one hand and a baguette in the other. She was wearing dark black jeans and a black and golden top that looked like a dress. After Isi was done with the baguette which she devoured in four simple bites she clapped her hands together so that she wouldn’t get any white confectioners sugar on the black, because white was really, really noticeable. Once it became dark Isi walked to her car parallel parked and changed shoes. Flats were all the better at catching vampires. A car behind Isi got irate when they realized that she wasn’t leaving her good spot and began to honk, Isi pulled up her shirt, flashing her badge and they moved on.
Isi already had her gun strapped onto her waist, she took the execution warrant out of her dashboard and was good to go!
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 25, 2011 13:31:37 GMT -5
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Of course, he was a quiet person, for the most part. He rarely yelled or even raised his voice, and a soft smile was usually all the response he gave. As for polite, he knew the proper times to be polite, and the times when it was less necessary. If a little bit of response could evoke the proper reaction for an action to be deemed self defense... then it could not be blamed on him. Not that such courses had ever been necessary recently, but in his younger years, around forty or so, it had been a great source of pleasure to him. He had not indulged such pleasure recently, not for the past decade, at least. He had calmed down, and settled down, an act which felt as unnatural as...being someone else. But he knew New Orleans, or it knew him. Whichever one was true, he had found a home, and it fit him, as much as he could fit anywhere.
The Rue Bourbon was lit, as always, and people made their way along, some quiet, some not. The sun had set not long ago, but he was already out, threading his way through streams of people, head down, providing a completely unassuming, inconspicuous profile. His skin was not as unnaturally pale as some, a trait which helped him not to stick out. Even if people did notice a vampire, they paid it no heed. Vampires were, after all, safe, meek little dominated creatures, hunted by humans if they took so much as a step out of line. He Tread on that line very carefully, his every action dictated towards providing no threat, no reason to upset the calm of the people around him.
He sat down on a bench, lounging back and allowing the sounds to simply flow, closing his eyes to take them in. They danced around him, people laughing, people talking, hushed whispers of private conversations. The gentle rhythm of their hearts, the soft whisper of their lives. It was an orchestra, of exquisite perfection, because every note was right, every beat was on tempo. A horn honked, and one eye opened, turning to where a car sat, an angry driver pounding at the horn, blaring it at a woman. The woman flashed something for a second, and the car moved on. What that something was, he couldn't see, but he could guess easily. Vampire Hunters weren't uncommon, especially at night. He had done nothing wrong, but one could never be certain just how ready a person was to use the weapon at their hip. His eye narrowed slightly as the woman moved on, but she was coming towards him. With a sigh, he leaned back again, closing the eye and muttering softly to himself, inaudible above the noises of the street.
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 25, 2011 16:10:05 GMT -5
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 badge was handy to have in this world. It was one of the reasons why Isi had become a licensed Vampire Executioner – aside from being a total psycho. Isi did abuse the privilege of the badge, but everyone else did also. Humans were alright with this because Vampire Executioners protected them from the big bad creatures with fangs. Any Vampire Executioner is a vampire’s worst nightmare. They are the equivalent of what a small child is to a boogeyman. The New Orleans Police Department also got respect, but the Regional Preternatural Investigation Task Force? Now they got hell! Not even the civilians respected them because they protected the vampires. But the Federal Marshall’s were literally worshipped by vampire hating humans, and hated by vampire loving humans.
If Vampires had laws to protect them, then Isi would do everything in her power to ‘patrol’ them. That meant also killing any other vampires she came into contact with while serving said execution warrant. Isi could kill any vampire legally that tried to help the one that had said name on said warrant. Not to mention, sometimes, just for the hell of it, Isi liked to kill vampires without warrants. It was extremely illegal but she wasn’t about to go and share that around the office break room! Not that anyone would care. People got into this business to kill and they were good at it because they didn’t care for vampires. All these Vampire Rights Groups supported and protested by humans made Isi’s stomach violently sick!
Isi walked down the street and watched the same car that had honked at her previously grab a great spot. At least they would not come back and key her car later! It was what Isi would have done, especially if the car had belonged to a vampire. Isi was now on ‘patrol’ searching for the vampire she needed to kill and others along the way. No one would ever know they were gone, unless their fang addicted human lovers died in their housing and apartments – which actually happens more than one thinks! Those human vampire lovers became the equivalent of addicts. They needed a vampire to bite them, were desperate for any fix, even if it meant that they would die. And they did not even care if they were passed around from vampire to vampire like trash! Fang addicts were lucky if they lived for five months! – That was old age for them.
At night time the streets were more wild. There were woman with large beads around their necks, scarcely dressed in cloth. The men had a beer in each hand. Some people were even passed out on the streets. There were more people out on the street now that the sun was down and the night air was more cool. It was a relief. If possible, the music was ten times louder. It echoed through the night, and even though it was a variety of different beats and different tempos it all worked well together. Isi reached into her folder and took out a picture. She studied the face again and put the picture in the folder and tucked the file back in her rucksack.
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 25, 2011 17:33:15 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2d06dc.jpg); border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; padding: 20px, bTable][style=font: italic normal normal 13px/15px Zapfino; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; padding-left: 60px; padding-top: 10px]SPEED ME[/style][/style][style=font: normal normal normal 20px/18px Helvetica; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; text-align: right; padding-right: 75px]Towards Death[/style] | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] Badges. The bane of Vampire existence, whether they were civilized, or decidedly not so. Those that held there were largely as insane as the night-folk they hunted, and innocents had been known (often) to be caught in the crossfire. Whether these incidents were accidents... or not... had never been released, but every vampire had their own ideas. Mik, true to his nature, knew less than some, and more than most. Not that people tended to ask him about such things. The very nature that allowed him to know them kept most people away. He knew of certain cases that had gone unreported, where a vampire had 'disappeared', without a trace, without any reason or mark upon their name. But the same could also be said of humans. It was a give and take relationship, some members of each side preying upon the other for their own pleasure. Yes, he did drink blood, but only when it was offered, and only with the proper permissions and paperwork out of the way first. His name had never been placed upon a blacklist, nor had it ever come up in the discussion for one, as far as he knew.
One dark eye opened slightly to watch the woman stride past in the night. The lights of the street illuminated her mane of hair, and he watched the red strands flow by, arms crossed across his chest, looking for all the world like a sleeping drunk, after having a little too much fun. The empty bottle on the ground beside the bench didn't hurt the appearance. It wasn't his, it had been there when he sat down, but he was slightly grateful for it now. The few people that did look at him gave him no second thought. After all, he was just another figure in the dark. A baggy shirt gave way to muscular, if grease stained, arms. Dark jeans, ripped and torn in a few places, stained with paint and dirt. Old boots, as worn down as everything else. It was a carefully picked ensemble, one that made him seem down to earth, normal, because he looked like them, the workers, the mechanics, the men who made things move. But he wasn't. He was a vampire, and though there were other vampires in the crowd, they took pains to make themselves stand out. He, among all of them, did not.
The discerning eye did not fail to see the slight blur of movement as she retrieved a picture from her bag. The face was impossible to see from this distance, but it was undoubtedly a picture of someone. That, placed together with the badge she'd flashed earlier, meant one thing. She was here for a reason. The weapon strapped to her hip indicated the same. There was a vampire around that would not enjoy this night. If he was foolish enough to be blacklisted, however, he had brought it upon himself, and no amount of pleading or help could save him. No sane vampire would want to help the sod anyway, not with this, not with facing off against a hunter. Still, he couldn't help but be curious. He knew a good deal of vampires, and many of them that frequented bourbon street. If it was one of them... They were as good as dead. It would do no good for him to question it.
Even this logic failed to convince him entirely. He had made his living by knowing things, reading things, and being able to read people almost as well as he could books. It made him a dangerous poker player, for one, but carried with it certain bad habits. For one, a curiosity that seemed forever hellbent to carry him into trouble. The fact that there was a hunter here tonight spoke volumes about certain things, especially the actions of local vampires. One of them had stepped over the line, and so this... woman had been dispatched. An attractive one, for a hunter. Not that he ever harbored such thoughts about hunters. Still... what little he had seen of her had been surprisingly... Normally, the stereotype of female hunters was largely the same as male hunters, big muscle bound brutes with more guns than brains, and a hankering to use them on the nearest vampire that squinted their way. Whether that desire was present in this one, he could not tell, nor did he really want to be the one to find out.
In the end, his curiosity won out, and he rose, adopting a loose, tipsy stumble, as if drunk. If one had watched him, however, they might have noticed that even though he swayed from side to side, he never so much as brushed into someone, which was uncommon, on this crowded street. He made it to the hunter just as she placed the picture back, moments to late to catch a glimpse of the face. Sighing inaudibly, he cursed his curiosity before speaking up, a light lilt in his tone, but not the voice of a drunkard. There was a decidedly European taint in his voice, and his back straightened, eyes fastening on the hunter. "Is there anything you need assistance with, officer?" He asked, the entire time praying that the answer was no. His mouth barely moved, lips not parting far enough to reveal his fangs, dark eyes still curious.
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 25, 2011 18:37:06 GMT -5
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
Included with the warrant was a detailed list of the targets friends, acquaintances, past jobs, and current. Along with any aliases the vampire uses. The names weren’t really important. In fact, some vampire executioners knew the names of all the vampires they had executed. Isi however never bothered with such trivial things as names. Why remember the names of those that had gotten executed?
This execution however would be very easy. The vampire in question owned a small shop down Bourbon Street a few blocks away. His crimes weren’t really important, but as a newly turned vampire he had bitten the daughter of a visiting governor while partying in a club. The girl was a total Vampire Addict but that really didn’t matter. Once her father had seen her slightly mangled neck, the girl blabbed and said that he had bitten her against her will and the warrant had been written. In all honesty this vampire didn’t even know she was coming.
Isi looked to her left where a person was asking her if she needed any help, any help as an officer. “And you would be?” Isi asked giving the man a police woman’s stare. She was eying him up and down but not because of his looks but because he might be carrying a weapon, if he knew she was an officer then perhaps he had a problem with her, or he could just be a vampire. “How did you know I was an officer?” Isi questioned. Obviously he had seen her flash her badge to get the car to go away. But why did he think that she needed help.
“Why exactly,” she paused. “Are you offering your assistance, vampire?” She spat out vampire like she had just been tossed in sewer water and then force fed rotting lizard guts. As a necromancer she had the uncanny ability to sort of sense that someone was dead. It was rumored that necromancers had the ability to control the undead also. It was the reason that so many were exterminated by vampires over the ages and why her family called themselves animators, which is the same thing, less powerful and vampires don’t give a damn if you live and multiply.
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 25, 2011 20:00:10 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2d06dc.jpg); border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; padding: 20px, bTable][style=font: italic normal normal 13px/15px Zapfino; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; padding-left: 60px; padding-top: 10px]SPEED ME[/style][/style][style=font: normal normal normal 20px/18px Helvetica; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; text-align: right; padding-right: 75px]Towards Death[/style] | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] He stepped backward politely as the woman looked at him, offering a tiny little bow, a courtesy completely out of place with his outfit. Her outfit, at the same time, seemed somewhat out of place for her job as well. It wasn't many hunters that went out dressed as if they planned to hit a club afterwards. Safe or not, hunting vampires had a habit of mussing up one's outfit, and usually not just a little bit, either. He'd seen hunters emerge from a hunt almost completely naked, covered in blood and grime. This woman was either extremely confident, or quite wealthy, easily able to afford the loss of a few good clothes. His eyes gave her a precursory glance again. Maybe both. He couldn't even think of a reason for approaching her, now that he thought about. Hunters, one and all, despised his kind, so approaching her like this was quite possibly hazardous to his health. In a very...painful way, if he did anything wrong.
Already, she was asking questions, but they were only the expected ones. The easy ones to answer, because he already knew all of the answers. All but one, but that one could be thought of while he answered the others. Bowing again, slowly, his hands held out and open, he didn't smile. Hunters usually reacted badly to a vampire's smile. "I am Mikael Dorony, and I assure you, I mean no offense by approaching you." His hands slid smoothly into his pockets, but he pulled them out first, showing her that they were empty, and that he couldn't be reaching for a weapon. "As for knowing what you were, I noticed the badge, and the documents. Those two together indicate to me that you are, in fact, not just an officer, but a licensed Vampire Exterminator at that"
He frowned slightly, one corner of his mouth turning down. "I am offering my assistance because I can. There is no real rhyme or reason behind it. If the target is indeed a vampire around here, I know less than some, but more than most, if it must be said. I believe that a more pertinent question, given this information, is not why I am offering my assistance, but rather what assistance I am actually able to give. I know my way around, especially when it comes to the ways of the night, and certain people always need a...different way in, if you know what I'm saying." He paused momentarily, steeling himself with a quick intake of breath. "So... Officer. The question from me to you is this. Will you allow me to offer what services I may, or does your obvious hatred of all things fangy and nocturnal lead you to believe that such an action is... unwanted?" He was quite visibly nervous, as well as slightly confused with himself, still uncertain as to why he was offering his services to such a person.
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 26, 2011 15:32:43 GMT -5
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
Before the man finished his very long speech Isi had her handcuffs out and wrapped one about the man’s right arm, and the other about his left arm, arms behind his back, of course. “Just because an officer has a badge and some papers does not mean they are a Vampire Executioner.” Isi replied coldly. Some people were beginning to stare. She lifted up her shirt to her belt revealing her badge. “Federal Marshall, move along. Nothing to see here. Taking a man into custody for, questioning.” Isi had said ‘man’ instead of ‘vampire’ only because vampire would have gotten more stares. You also never knew if there was a sympathizer in the crowd, a violent sympathizer.
“Mikael Dorony, if that is your real name. I’m taking you to the execution of Frederick Hollows. And while we get there you better think about the consequences that will happen if I figure out you lie to me at the station.” Of course Isi had no intention of taking Creature Dorony anywhere to any station. He would die and turn to dust; Isi wouldn’t even need to unlock the handcuffs. “Don’t lie to me and tell me bull that you would like to help me kill one of your ‘friends’” she said. “Now walk,” she said and started him forwards. It wasn’t far, only four blocks. This was Isi’s home, she knew the area well. She knew the streets, the alleys; she even knew the swamps and the people who lived in them. Isi had killed a vampire who had stalked the swamps three years ago and they worshiped her.
Isi had let slip the name of the creature about to be executed, but only because she wanted to see this creature’s reaction. She did not think of this man as a man but as a monster, a vampire, a creature. He was not Mr. Mikael Dorony, he was an It, an It with a lowercase I. Isi gave this creature the name of the other one because Isi wanted him to run. Isi wanted this man to resist her. Because if this man resisted her she could kill him. If he resisted her and ran off to warn Frederick Hollows she could kill him. Basically, if he blinked she could kill him. That thought brought a smile to her face.
Isi walked the man forwards, holding onto the cuffs with one hand. The other was near her gun. He would be dead if he tried anything. Oh the fun Isi would have. Isi also enjoyed embarrassing the man. She had tucked half of her shirt in, revealing her badge, so that people would know that she was law enforcement and he was a criminal. It was rather nice to parade him about the streets and have others know that he was scum. Isi had never seen a vampire blush. But only because she was too busy stuffing a wooden stake through his heart cavity. “So how do you know Frederick Hollows, vampire?” she said sweetly. “Just making polite conversation. Is he your sire, your lover, does he bring you underage virgins in return for maybe a minute or two on your knees? What?”
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 26, 2011 17:36:54 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; background-image: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2d06dc.jpg); border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; padding: 20px, bTable][style=font: italic normal normal 13px/15px Zapfino; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; padding-left: 60px; padding-top: 10px]SPEED ME[/style][/style][style=font: normal normal normal 20px/18px Helvetica; color: #FFFFFF; text-shadow: 3px 2px 2px #000000; text-align: right; padding-right: 75px]Towards Death[/style] | [atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word spacing: .75px; text-align: justify; background: #2C2C2C; border-top: 4px inset #73F400; border-right: 4px outset #73F400; border-bottom: 4px inset #73F400; border-left: 4px outset #73F400; color: #000000; padding: 5px; opacity: 0.9] It was true. Just because an officer had a badge and some papers didn't mean they were a hunter. That wasn't all this woman had, however. She had a badge, some papers, and an obvious dislike, most likely hatred, of vampires. That was what had convinced him, but he decided not to point it out. She probably knew that already. Still, by the time he had finished speaking, she had fit him with a pair of handcuffs. He accepted them easily, holding his arms out behind his back for ease of service. The people that stared were easily ignored. They didn't know what he was, and a cuffed man was significantly less interesting than a cuffed vampire. A cuffed man had not been sneaking blood off of humans without permission. A cuffed vampire, by most people's description, had. Mik knew better. There was no such thing as a captured vampire in the eyes of the hunters. There were living vampires, and there were dead vampires. Right now, he was still alive. That counted for something, as far as surviving went. And she knew that she wasn't actually taking him 'in' anywhere, for questioning or not. If he made a single wrong move, she was turning on him faster than he could get out of the cuffs. His eyes darkened slightly. He had gotten himself into this one. Whether he got out the other side or not depended quite heavily on how he reacted to what she said.
His eyes narrowed at the name of Frederick Hollows. He knew the man, or knew of him. They had never come into direct contact, but Mik had a habit of knowing things. The more the better, for knowledge was power to certain people, and money to others. He knew the streets, knew every chip in the bricks, every stone out of place on the pavement. He knew the rooftops, the alleyways, the hidden paths that only those who didn't want to be seen would use. He wouldn't lie. He wouldn't have to, not that this woman would likely know the difference between a lie and the truth if it came from him. The nervous tension had left his shoulders, replaced with a different force that held him erect, tall and dark, towering over the smaller woman. It wasn't fear, wasn't anger, nothing that could be construed as dangerous. It wasn't embarrassment either, though it would have been a perfectly understandable reaction to the situation. Fortunately, few people knew him, and even fewer cared to look at a handcuffed man. If he was restrained, the situation was over, and they shouldn't have to bother.
He moved smoothly, unnaturally so for a man with his arms handcuffed and held behind his back. He slid through the crowd, offering soft apologies here and there as people brushed past him. As always, he excelled at not being noticed, being a part of the crowd. The red-haired woman and the handcuffs aside, people didn't notice his face. It was simply another face in the throng, another figure silhouetted by the lights of the Rue Bourbon. His gait was slow and controlled, allowing her to push him, walk him like a dog on a leash, a pet. She would enjoy it, and he didn't mind, because it was safer than the alternative. His eyes were hooded and low, but they flashed briefly when she spoke again.
His voice, when he replied, was bored and clipped, the tone of an overworked bank-teller, or a worker at a supermarket that had rung up one too many items. It was monotone, and low, and he rattled it off with a weary air. "Frederick Hollows. Age, seventy five. Apparent age, around twenty odd years. Brown hair, green eyes, roughly five foot ten inches tall. Generally wears day to day clothing, tee shirts, jeans, occasionally jackets, but not so often. Occupation: Runs a store on Bourbon Street called Skullduggery, selling odd souvenirs and trinkets, some of them voodoo related, though none of them actually work. Popular tourist trap. Actual purpose of store as black market junction for packaged blood, often obtained from bloodbanks whose proprietors that don't mind making a quick profit. Makes perhaps fifty thousand a year legally, and probably ten times that illegally. Recently blacklisted, I can assume, for his illicit relationship with the visiting daughter of another state. She got bit, daddy didn't like it, she blabbed, Daddy got mad, you get called in. Current relationship with the law is shoot on sight, and current relationship with me is complete and utter ambivalence, I've never met him." He paused, still walking forward, his mouth retaining the bored, neutral expression despite the pressure at his back. "Is there any other information you need, officer, or does the basic description cover it?"
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Notes: xD It's fine, it's fine. Mik knows some things, as I've often said.
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 27, 2011 14:26:37 GMT -5
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
“Do you always know about crimes and chose to not report them?” Isi asked as she led Mikael through the busy crowds. It was all she got from him. Though she knew all that herself, Mikael admitted to knowing about said crimes of blood trafficking yet chose to not report it or tell a single soul, except for law enforcement officer Isi Marie Runasimi. And she didn’t even need to get out the silver. . .
Isi enjoyed walking the vampire through the crowds. He was like some sort of dangerous exotic pet. Isi had a smile on her face as wide as the Mississippi River. She actually had to squint her lips closed like a fish and readjust her facial attitude. Damn Isi loved being a legally licensed Vampire Executioner! They were nearing the shop now. It was time to take out one Mr. Frederick Hollows. And then Isi would have to deal with her extra ‘baggage’.
If anything this man was very smart. He was cool, calm and collected. He obviously knew that she had no plans to take him in for interrogation when she could just kill him on the street. Maybe people would look for him but they would never find him. Humans knew that vampires could go away and not be found if they chose to not let anyone find them. But the question was: Why was he cooperating with her? He should be screaming: Help, I’m a vampire and I’m being illegally detained. Though he was not really being illegally detained because she had a right to arrest him.
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 27, 2011 19:25:23 GMT -5
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While the guess would have been true, there were reasons for certain things, and he always had his own. Fortunately, Mik found that he had a response to this one, one that made logical sense, giving what he knew. Whether she agreed or not... remained to be seen. "There was no point in my reporting the trafficking, officer. A report has already been placed and filed. I expect that you yourself know about it. I would simply be giving the same information, and there is no logic in such an action. The same would be true for my not reporting Hollows' relationships with a certain daughter. She herself revealed those, not that they were secret from anyone except from her father. Mr Hollows, it seems, is unable to resist rich feeding grounds, and I do mean that in a purely monetary sense. As rumor has it-" There was an odd inflection on the word rumor. Of course, to most people, it would be just a rumor, but in fact, it was truth. Mik knew this. Most didn't. "She placed quite a healthy sum in his hands. Just another little addict hoping for a fix, and willing to pay any price." His mouth twisted sourly on the word 'addict', as if a disgusting taste had entered it.
He didn't like them. Humans that went out of their way to get bitten for the thrill of it were lower than most. He had seen some almost literally throw themselves at any vampire who was silly enough to get close. To get close and to flaunt their race, that was. Unlike Mik, who most of the time, appeared as little more than a tired young man. Tired, he was. Young, he was not. Young for a vampire, perhaps, but not compared to most of the people he passed. Not for the woman who currently paraded him through the streets like a prize fighting dog on a golden leash. He felt sorry for Hollows, perhaps, but it was a faint sort of pity towards the man for being stupid enough to fall for a bite-craver. Admittedly, the girl had been attractive, in a desperate sort of way, but most were careful to steer far clear of such a thing. Daddy, after all, wasn't happy.
Still, they were almost at the store, and his pace slowed, then stopped as the sign came into view above the heads of the crowd. So, what now, officer? I shall assume that you harbor no desire to bring me in there. At best, I would simply get in your way, and at worst, I have secret plans to help that... idiot... escape. What would be the safest option? You have my name, so you can certainly blacklist me if I were to escape, so perhaps some sort of detainment is in order? Chaining me to a lamppost, perhaps? A little ostentatious, but not beyond you. I would prefer if at all possible, to be cuffed to a bench or something that I might sit, but the choice, as always, is yours."
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 29, 2011 11:26:46 GMT -5
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
“Had this crime been reported earlier, perhaps this certain daughter, as you say, wouldn’t be a victim of this monster.” Isi replied. Had this crime been reported earlier the monster would have been executed for thievery. Blood stealing was a huge crime. And blood was no longer donated for free, people, humans, when low on cash would sell blood. But the respectable humans would do it at a location instead of letting a vampire bite them!
“How dare you insinuate that this monster got paid to bite this innocent girl.” Of course Isi knew that this girl was not innocent and was a junkie. “Besides, we both know that no human pays for this. They get it for free and then the vampire tosses them around like so much trash.” Isi kicked the vampire in his ass with her pointy shoes. She had seen enough anorexic boys and girls that used to be pretty. But now they just lay bones skinny and if they were lucky they got to die in a hospital. Most of the time they ended up dead tossed in large trash cans behind bars and in the sewer system among other odds and ends places.
Isi grabbed the chains again. The vampire made a good point. Isi couldn’t very well bring the man inside with her. She would have no choice but to chain him to a lamppost or a bench or something. The only real problem was that if a vampire wanted to they could break free of said chains. A vampire could probably lift up a bench from the ground if he were motivated enough. And Isi sure motivated vampires to scamper like roaches.
“Very well. I will chain you to something.” She looked around. There was a flag pole but the creature could easily slide his cuffs off of that. There was a lamppost but it was far too thick for the handcuffs. There was a bench but Isi did not want him talking to the public. As he was a vampire he could easily get someone to call the police or the help of a passerby vampire to free him. Then the hunt would begin and he knew of a red haired Federal Marshall. She was the only red haired Marshall in New Orleans. So Isi decided to chain him to the dumpster in the alley. The area where the locks were supposed to be.
“Don’t try anything.” She hissed. “I’m going to unchain your left hand and chain it to this dumpster.” Isi unlocked his left hand and then chained it to the dumpster. The dumpster was strong enough that perhaps it would hold. “I swear if I hear any screaming or if I hear you talking to anyone I will kill you.” She said. And for good measure Isi smacked his forehead against the dumpster, that would daze a human, but not a vampire. Unless he was a weak vampire. “I’ll be back.” Isi said as she walked out of the alley and into the right shop.
“Frederick Hollows?” Isi asked as she approached the man behind the cashiers counter. He had absolutely no idea that he had a warrant out for his execution. “Yes. Can I help you miss?” the man flashed his beautiful white smile. Isi could see why fellow humans were so easily misled and swayed. “I have a warrant for your execution.” Isi pulled out her sidearm and began to fire. Hollows unfortunately had no intention of staying still. He ran behind a bookcase, which Isi shot through.
This was becoming rather messy. Thankfully Isi had a silencer on her gun so the noise only sounded like fireworks were being let off. “Stay still and die.” She said. She knew that she had gotten off a shot, though not through the heart. The bullets were a popular Marshall’s design; they leaked silver which was extremely lethal. They had been developed by an overzealous bounty hunter who now only hunted for fun and not because he needed the money.
“You can’t kill me. This is illegal. I want my attorney!” Frederick’s screamed. “Fine, since you asked for your attorney I’ll just arrest you now instead of kill you.” Isi lied. “I don’t believe you,” Frederick’s said as he stuck his head out and fired off a shot. Isi of course had moved since she had last spoken and was also behind the bookcase, but behind a dresser. Isi fired off three rounds. The first round went through his forehead, the second in his neck, and the third though an organ near the heart.
As Frederik’s fell Isi kicked the gun away from him. She fired another shot through his head for good measure, then another one through his heart. For good measure Isi took out an old fashioned blessed wooden stake and hit him right through the heart. She didn’t do this all the time however but she wanted to make sure he was dead. There was nothing worse than killing a vampire to have one survive, but barely. Isi looked around the shop. It was a mess. Funny what a short fight could do. She locked the door and turned the sign from ‘Open’ to ‘Close’.
She dialed the Federal Marshall number and called in the death. She found the security camera and then took the video and placed it in her pocket. Then Isi placed her gun back in its holster and left the shop using the door that led into the alley. She looked at the vampires face, trying to gage if he was frightened or not. “Okay, let’s go.” Isi wanted to leave before the other Marshall’s came along with the ‘coroners’ that pronounced the body was officially dead and cleaned it up.
Isi uncuffed the creature from the dumpster and cuffed it to her own hand. “Walk.” She ordered. Inside her mind Isi was sighing. She knew that she either had to kill him or let him go. Perhaps she would let him go today in order to kill him tomorrow. But now was not a great time. And there was something about him. Maybe she was getting soft. Maybe she should destroy him now.. But soon this place would be overrun with Federal Marshall’s. It wasn’t like she would get in trouble if she didn’t stick around. But she could say she had diarrhea and needed to use the restroom.
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 29, 2011 13:17:33 GMT -5
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He could have dodged the kick, easily enough. She wasn't really trying to do much. As it was, he twisted slightly, imperceptibly, the tip of the shoe missing any painful points and sinking into the fleshy part of his ass, not causing any pain at all. He allowed a flinch to cross over his face, not because it hurt, but because it was simply instinct. Had anyone noticed the movement, it would have seemed unconscious. In truth, it was. It wasn't the first time someone had kicked him, nor was it likely to be the last. Her body language was easy enough to read, especially when she meant to hit him. He had practice with avoiding permanent damage.
As she dragged him away again, he let an inaudible sigh slip from his lips. The alley. He already knew what he was going to be chained against, but personally, he'd spent some worse nights in his time. His hand, once freed, fell to his side in a completely calm manner, as if he always found himself chained to a dumpster. His eyes, dark and stormy, looked up at her almost reproachfully. "Officer, if I were going to attack someone or run away, I would have one it long before now..." Then her hand came from the side, and for a moment, his arm blurred into the way before it dropped, his head bringing a beautiful clang from the hard metal.
The moment she left, he frowned to himself. The dumpster hadn't hurt. It probably wouldn't even bruise, but... Carefully, he slid a tiny knife from his boot. It wasn't large enough to kill, or barely even to wound, unless it wound up in someone's eye. Grimacing at the task he had set for himself, he drew it across his brow, under his hair. Then, with a grunt of effort, he bent a tiny piece of metal out from the dumpster, at approximately the place where his head had struck. Taking a finger to the blood now sliding down his face in thin trails, he smeared it carefully across the area.
He knew the laws. An officer, even one authorized to execute vampires, could only detain them unless they had reasonable suspicion of illicit activities. He had given her no reasons for such suspicion, but she had been able to detain him nevertheless. She shouldn't have been allowed to harm him, and in reality, she hadn't. It only would appear so to anyone who looked at it. The knife slid back into the toe of his boot silently, and he sat, allowing the blood to further streak his face. Then the gunshots went off. Or fireworks, but he knew the sound of a suppressed weapon. He saw people turning curiously in the direction of the shop through the end of the alley, but they couldn't see him in the darkness. He didn't want to be seen. There was screaming, inaudible words, only distinguished by their cadence, and a reply, in the hunters lighter voice. More shots...
As silence fell again, he sighed, slouching slightly against the wall. The blood had run a course from the messy cut on his forehead down his face, dripping into his shirt. The officer came back not much later and cuffed him to her, but he made no sound. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that he had changed considerably over the last few minutes. His feet were unsteady beneath him, his skin paler than usual. Only his eyes remained unchanged, dark and gleaming, but hidden behind trails of blood. But he walked, allowing her to lead him in a slow, shambling gait, the blood still dripping from his face. For once, he was silent, but for all the right reasons.
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Notes: Well...came up with something xD
Muse: Still there, somehow
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
Posts: 148
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 29, 2011 15:03:18 GMT -5
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
It was when they were out of the alley that Isi realized that the vampire was covered with blood. Since it wasn’t her own she had to assume that it was his. His blood was as contagious as AIDS. Isi gasped openmouthed, then shut her mouth for fear that the blood could just fly into her mouth all magic like. She had been walking pretty close to him to hide the handcuffs, then she moved further away until the handcuffs cut off, then realized that everyone could see the handcuffs and she regrettably moved closer.
“What the hell happened to your head?” she asked in a yelled whisper. “You know I fucking didn’t do that!” she would have noticed earlier but she was looking around for Federal Marshalls. They however did not show up, yet. It might be soon or it might be in an hour or two. It wasn’t as if a dead vampire was a high priority. ‘Please, please have the Marshalls deployed SWAT’, Isi thought in her mind. If they were busy working on another case then they wouldn't come out till later.
It was hard having only one hand to work with. And her hand was attached to the one creature in the world she didn’t want to be near. There was nothing worse than a vampire then a vampire that had blood and signs of injury. If only Isi had a hat to wear. “I should have killed you dead in that alley.” Isi muttered to herself under her breath, though she knew that the vampire had the ability to hear her. The Marshall wanted to walk the man to the abandoned lot and then free him. Then she would have the ability to DESTROY him tomorrow night!
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Post by izzy1 on Jul 29, 2011 16:55:12 GMT -5
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Suddenly, he found that he knew what to say. "Vampires" he muttered angrily, the rage coming easily to his voice and his expression. After all, he wasn't happy. His real anger, however, wasn't pointed at anyone but himself. Still, she didn't have to know that. "Came along and ridiculed me, kicked me." His free hand came up to the wound on his head, which had stopped bleeding by now. "One of them had a broken bottle or something, sharp and made of glass. Called me a weakling, for being apprehended by someone..." His eyes glanced over her once, then he shrugged. "Like you."
His hand reached to his wrist, irritably rubbing at the cuff it found there. "Dead is better than embarrassed" he stated darkly, eyes rising to hers. "Dead is better than ridiculed. Dead is better than mocked, kicked, spat on." Of course, none of this had happened from vampires, but she had mocked him, she had kicked him. "Dead is better than this" His mouth twisted sourly as his cuffed hand rose, dangling the chain before her. "You want to kill me, human? Or do you want me to remain chained? You hate me well enough, though I've done nothing to you. One would think that one civil war in this country was enough. But you and your ilk, you wander around, spitting and shooting vampires because you think that we are incapable of feeling, incapable of knowing what it means to be 'human'."
Mik stopped abruptly, turning to face her, his eyes dark and angry. "Well, I'm not a human. I admit that. But how would you like it if the roles were reversed? If your kind fed upon us, and we kicked and spat upon you? If we signed warrants for the deaths of humans as casually as you pick up warrants for the death of our kind? What would you think then? You with all the answers, with all the guns, all the power." His voice dropped and he stepped closer, looking directly in her eyes. "You with all your hatred. You know nothing of humility, of what it feels to be 'sub-human'." Then his eyes lost their anger, and his voice grew soft again as he stepped back, a sad smile traced upon his lips. "But you don't care. Everything I am, in your eyes, is a vampire. There are no subtleties of difference, no truths to be found within me. I am a monster, to be destroyed..."
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Isi Marie Runasimi
Federal Marshal
Catch my bullets if you can, oh wait, dodge, dodge if you can.
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Post by Isi Marie Runasimi on Jul 29, 2011 23:35:30 GMT -5
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
To add insult to injury Isi yawned. His little speech about vampire and human co-existence bored Isi. Not to mention she had seen more emotion in those stupid pre-teen children as they picked signs in front of Washington and tried to raise money by various activities for the vampires. "Back away people. This man has AIDS. I'm walking him to the hospital. Don't worry, he'll be alright." Isi said to a few people.
"Well then, " she said now that it was just the two of them. "You're either really lucky or unlucky that they didn't finish you off. Why was that? Did you fight them off? I didn't notice any signs of a struggle." There were no dents in the large green garbage bin or the brick walls. Isi hadn't taken a long time. "Funny how they beat you up and left you alive in a few moments. Real funny." Isi said with her Louisiana accent. It was unspoken that from the moment she went inside they suddenly 'appeared'. Though she had no reason to not believe him.
Isi directed them across the street to the vacant lot. She was quite uncomfortable about doing this. She was fucking insane! She was going to let go a vampire. But only because she had no choice. Before she could say anything she unlocked herself and then Mal. She inspected that no blood were on the handcuffs before putting them away around her waist. "Okay, you're free to go, Sir." She squeezed out the 'sir'. It was a very hard thing for her to say, making it obvious that she did not think much of him as a sir or a him or a person.
It certainly wasn't his damned speech that was making her so generous. Oh no. He was a damned lucky one.
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