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Born in France she was moving to Japan in her early years and thus growing up with the language. A few problems in her family made her study in Domino and move there by herself. At the moment she is working for Kaiba Corp. Singleship - OC RP Blog - Multifandom Main Fandom: YuGiOh tracked tag: sangnoire M!A: None (accepting)

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Stalked [Closed RP]

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The shot alarmed the bird’s first that all flew away in terror, then the man with the little girl who had frozen in spot. He stared at the hole in the bark, pale as snow before he tossed his head around. As soon as he had spotted Sang, the paleness faded and he seemed to calm down.

Just a young woman. Nothing to worry about.  —-        So he thought as he got up with the girl, gently petting    her head before he clicked his tongue.

"You sure about that?" He sneered. "You might blow the little missie away right with me. We were just on our way home you know?" He knew he was busted so he would joke about it, make her nervous, then take the gun from her and kill both of them.

With pleading and tear filled eyes the girl stared at Sang, not even able to scream for the fear had taken her voice. Only muffled sobs were heard behind the man’s palm.

           Sang did not look like she knew what she was doing     as she threatened the man. She was not a good actor and that’s           why the guy lacked the proper respect. Bandit knew this was       going to happen but he would not give her up yet.

 His pale eyes were still staring past the branches and leaves, right towards this little test of bravery. The phone was clenched in his hand, he would have liked to give her more advice. Tell her to remain calm, take a deep breath and then dominate this insect. But she had to do this on her own now….

[sangnoire]

Her heart seemed to run 300 miles per hour and she meant to hear a whistling noise in her ear as she looked upon the situation, hoping she was able to handle it... no, she wasn’t allowed to lose focus!!

The girl seemed unharmed so far, even though she was scared mindless... they shared this feeling right at that moment, since she had never threatened somebody... she had never attacked... mostly she had just defended herself. She was too far away, that was the reason why she hadn’t hit him... so she went towards him slowly, forcefully calming her racing heart and breath... she would make sure to hold her breath with the next shot she fired... she had to be as still as possible.

“I fear you’re not going anywhere anymore...” She smirked lightly, impressed that she was able to pull this expression off, feeling how her body wanted to shake so badly. “You’re ending up with a hole in your head right here... or we can talk some more and waste your precious time...” Her eyes narrowed.

“Because the police is going to be here in no time...” It was a blunt, blatant lie... all that she had done to alert people was to fire an extremely loud gun. She wasn’t sure if that would do. She knew that... this man had to be somewhat close... but she had no idea if he even remotely cared about this child. Maybe he just wanted to force her into her first murder... But this guy had wanted to harm the girl... why else would he have sent her into this if he didn’t care....? Her inside settled slowly. This person needed to be punished. He had hurt a lot of children... and instead of doing it himself... he had ordered her to do it... Her hand tightened around the gun.

She wasn’t all that scared anymore. It wasn’t like she had anything to lose. She didn’t know that girl... but she would do anything she could to safe her. “This is your last chance.” She said lowly. “Let go of the girl, lift your hands and step back... or I am going to shoot... regardless of what I am hitting.”

[sangnoire]

The devil and the pale moonlight

[occultbastard-blog]

He frowned as she reached out to wipe the coke off his face and at the fact that she refused to take some. Especially for free! No one he knew would deny free coke. No wonder she looked so god damn depressed.

"At least try to get drunk off your ass then. You honestly don’t know how to have a good time, do you?" He wiped his nose a few more times to make sure, there was nothing left before he poured himself some of the bourbon. 

After taking a drag of the cigarette as well, his mood seemed to have lightened. Manly because of the drug.

"You know, the kind of feeling you get on concerts."

[sangnoire]

"Don't worry... I'm on it." She mumbled, slightly amused. He had looked almost outraged for a moment that she refused... for him it was probably one of the clearly most selfless offers... but she just felt too attached to the general health of her nose.

The next swig she took came easier to her. It didn't taste so strongly anymore. No, she was just growing used to it slowly. "Mass euphoria." She nodded. "It's always awesome to be in a crowd, flipping your shit about the same thing..." She poured herself more of the bourbon. "Can't remember when I was on the last concert... must be at least 3 years ago..." She took another big gulp. "I guess you are holding concerts?" She grinned at him as if implying, both those things should be combined, beckoning for more information... her feet shoved some stuff further on the table, so they could lie on it.

Even though she didn't realize it, the alcohol started to hit, now that the adrenalin rush was gone. The doubtful parts of this setting between them, slowly blurred and faded from her thoughts.

[pandateddyclaws]

Love me not.

[pandateddyclaws]

(The thrashing legs did nothing to hinder the creature and the hard shove brought a twisted smile to the beast’s face, pushing her back but only so far as onto Sang’s hips. watching the red head fight, the pain and fear that showed on her face and screamed in her voice sent shudders of excitement rippling down Panda’s spine. Oh. She liked this. Sharp teeth bared in a menacing grin she grabbed hold of both the woman’s wrist to pin them over her head with unnatural strength for her small frame.)

"No no no no Sang, that’s not the sort of thing you say to someone you love." (Her eyes crinkled with cruel glee.) "And you said you loved me. You even confirmed it. You love me Sang, you shouldn’t say such cruel  things to someone you love." (The grip on her wrists tightened to the point the small bones under her skin bent and ground together.) “That’s not nice Sang, you should be nice to the people you love or you might hurt them. And if you hurt them, they should get to hurt you back right?” ( She transferred her hold of the wrists to one hand, the grip just as tight while the free hand moved down to clutch the red head’s chin roughly.)

"You deserve to be  p u n i s h e d~" (The last word was drawn out in a merrily tone, leaning down so now her forehead touched the others, eyes glowing sickly yellow with amusement.) "How should I do it? When you love someone you give them your heart don’t you?" (Her free hand grabbed hold of Sang’s night top and tore it away with a long rip, dropping the ruined material before slapping her palm back down on the centre of her chest. Unlike the gesture she did earlier though there was nothing even mildly tender about this and she proved as much by digging her claws into the soft pale flesh under her fingertips.)

"I think I’ll just take it now. Its mine right? Because you love me. Because you said you loved me~"

[sangnoire]

She actually retched for a few moments, because the intensity of the pain shot through her body and spine... he eyes rolled back into her head and then she again stared upwards at Panda a completely new-found fear in her system. She had trusted this woman... and she had just... she had broken her fingers. Panda had broken her fingers. What exactly had she done to deserve this?!

"Who are you.." She whispered in horror, completely ignoring the other ones 'jocular' attempts on wording and felt how her hands were pressed into the mattress, which honestly just caused so much more pain to her, making her writhe and yelp, before the other ones forehead pretty much pressed to hers, staring into her glowing, cruel orbs... that looked feral... how had she not realized... how could she have ever mistaken that person for a resemblance of Panda... this... this wasn't Panda. Not the Panda she knew... this was a violent terrible being and she had no idea who it was, nor where it came from... she just knew it had... taken over her lover... or taken her shape? She wasn't sure but it didn't matter as Sang glared back at her.

"What have you done to Panda?" She whispered almost hatefully, the pain still laced in her voice, whimpering lowly as her shirt was just ripped off and coughing loudly when the palm and nails were slammed into her skin, kind of cutting off her air supplies, while the cold air stroke over her body, her eyes still staring up angrily, the pain just fueling her on. She was really worried now. "Why are you wearing her looks like a coat!! You are not the Panda I know! Where is she?!"

[sangnoire]

The devil and the pale moonlight

[occultbastard-blog]

Occult just sneered at her, obviously not fazed by her threat as he watched the alcohol being poured into the glasses. The only thing that kept him from lunging at the alcohol was the coke he had in the pocket of his jacket. He pulled it out and lined it up with a rusty razor he had hidden in a hole on the back of his leather collar. 

Once he had made three clean, neat lines he grabbed the drink and let the glass click against hers. “To me taking that white bitch all for myself tonight.” He licked his lips lasciviously and chugged down the bourbon with a satisfied hiss escaping his lips.

"Now to the good part." He grabbed his hair and let it fall over the left  shoulder as he leaned down to snort the first line in with the right nostril. It only took a few seconds and as he came back up, the Goth’s body gave a pleasant shudder - white still clinging to his nose.

               ”Sure you don’t want some?  You’re missing out on a hella good time.”

[sangnoire]

She lifted a brow lightly as he clinked his glass against her own, taking a good sip of the bourbon herself, pulling a face for a moment as the alcohol ran down her throat...  How long didn't she drink anymore... why exactly had she stopped again? She couldn't really remember but her eyes followed his tongue for a moment... at some point she just had stopped for a while and it had become a habit to be sober...? She frowned at the glass and then over at him.

She watched him preparing his three lines with a rusty razor blade... where did he even get it from?! What else did he even carry with him?! She watched the almost violent shudder, before he asked her to have some off the coke herself, which she only countered with light laughter and a shake of her head.

"You do the claiming... I... will stick to the bourbon." She grinned at him and reached out to wipe some powder off his nose with a smirk, taking the second swig, which emptied her glass with a slightly wrinkled up face, pouring herself another glass.

[pandateddyclaws]

Love me not.

[pandateddyclaws]

(As the other persisted she indeed loved her Panda shut her eyes and hummed softly, still playing with the woman’s fingers idly. The questions asked were ignored, the girl holding the other’s wrist a little tighter once they were done before opening her eyes again. Yellow irises traced the shape of each of Sang’s slender fingers before her other hand reached up to take hold of the red head’s pinky finger.)

"…She loves me." (There was a popping sound. A sort of distorted internal crack as Sang’s pinky finger was yanked and the bone dislocated from her palm. The grip on her wrists tightened to an iron hold so she couldn’t pull her hand away as Panda took hold of her ring finger.) 

"She loves me not." (Another yank and another pop.) "She loves me." (Her middle finger. Yank. Pop.) "She loves me not." (Her last finger, a slight twist added to the pull to snap some cartilage out of place. All four fingers remained attached to her hand but stuck out at odd angles, torn from her control and limply standing under her skin, plucked like petals of a daisy. Panda’s eyes were cold as she took hold of Sang’s thumb, gaze flicking up the the woman’s own eyes.)

"Do you love me Sang?"

[sangnoire]

Sang's head tilted slightly as she looked at the other, pondering what could be wrong here, what was wrong with her? But as the other one lifted her second hand a little, fingers curling around her pinky, the only finger that had a strange dent when she stretched it, because it had been broken before, compared to the others, she frowned deeply... until she understood.

And the understanding came with a loud, chiming scream of her clear voice, that echoed through the whole flat, as she desperately tried to rip her hand out of Panda's grasp. "FUCK... NO! NO! NOOO--- OOOH!!!" Her voice broke into hoarse trembling and earsplitting torment that was so hard it almost ripped her throat apart. "NO! STOP!!!! STOP!" She didn't care if she would hurt herself more or the other, by now her legs and her second arm fought against this person... this FAKE, that had stolen in here and claimed to be her lover.

"GET OFF ME!" She almost barked out, tears of pain running down her face as she all but shoved at the other ones stomach with her free hand - and violently. Her emotions and reason had been shut down. All of the pain and adrenaline had kicked a rather animalistic urge to the front. And that caused her to want to be free, away now. This torture was simply too much. "GET OFF ME! NOW!" This wasn't Panda. Somebody had tricked her. And she'd probably pay with her life.

[pandateddyclaws]

Love me not.

[pandateddyclaws]

(Their last talk. The finale straw that tugged at the seal and cracked it enough for her to be free. The creature owed her freedom to this woman. Well Tine did the actual release spell but this little mortal red head put all the pieces in place for him. The fake was well and truly broken when this woman was through with her. If the beast could feel any form of actual gratitude maybe she would have thanked the other for the assistance. For now though, she had something else in mind.)

"You really love me?" (Her head tilted and the hand over the woman’s heart slipped down to reach for Sang’s own hand, gently taking hold of it and running her thumb over the woman’s soft palm. The hand by her face lifted and joined the other in holding Sang’s hand up, massaging the palm and wrist slowly. Smiling sweetly the creature lifted the hand and placed a chaste kiss on the palm and then the back.)

 ”Hmm.. I wonder about that. Do you really love me or are you just saying it because you think you should? I’m not very convinced…” (She kept a firm grip on the woman’s hand, still massaging it and humming in thought as she did.) 

"Do you love me Sang?" (She repeated the question, moving her fingers up to gently rub the red head’s own…)

[sangnoire]

Sang frowned lightly, her eyes slithered over Panda for a few moments as she started to doubt this situation… Panda would believe her if she said she loved her… take out—- she didn’t love her. But that was absurd… she knew Panda felt for her… right? "I… DO… love you.” Sang repeated again, kind of nervous with the other ones behavior, something was definitely fishy here… She knew that Panda had some quirks, they were cute, enjoyable… they were amusing… and she loved them just as much as she loved Panda… This on the other hand was a completely different story… this was determined… it had a strange feeling to it… the other one planned something and she had no idea what… it almost made her awkward, how her hand was held and massaged… she didn’t really feel like she wanted to be touched right now and in this kind of way.

"So… where have you been? What’s wrong? You.. seem different." She tilted her head. "Did something happen? The worries in her mind piled up so high she had trouble keeping them individual.. they more melted into a big pile of general fear for her sweeter half..

[pandateddyclaws]

Love me not.

[pandateddyclaws]

"So a kiss really does wake the princess." (The creature licked the smeared blood off her own lips before leaning back a little, completely ignoring the woman’s question in favour of taking in the shocked and almost fearful expression before her. 

Of all the memories the fake had, this woman was the strongest emotional tie. Her ‘lover’. A mortal who had managed to ensnare the heart of the other like a hook at the end of a chain. Panda frankly wasn’t impressed.)

"I wanted to see you." (Fingers reaching up she smoothed back Sang’s hair, leaning down once more to lick and suck at the bloody lip while holding the red head’s face in place. One hand broke away to trail down the woman’s throat, stroking down the gentle curve of her neck and moving lower to rest atop her left breast. 

She didn’t squeeze or grope but slowly slid her palm over the soft mound to rest over where the other’s heart beat in her chest. Feeling the woman’s pulse beating softly against her palm the girl smiled and tilted her head, other hand stroking Sang’s cheek tenderly.)

"Sang.. Do you love me?"

[sangnoire]

Sang was still breathing harshly, panting hard... it was Panda.... just Panda. Her heart slowly calmed... even though the feeling lingered that something weird was happening here, she was relieved... she had thought it was somebody... probably him, finally taking the last step to break up her privacy completely...

"You... did?" She asked softly and ten twitched back lightly when the other nonchalantly leaned in to nip and suck at her lip, unable to move away and made the point that both of them had to talk some things out before kissing would commence again... but the feeling was so nice that her eyes lidded just lightly... it ached that those touches and affectionate sharing of emotions would not be able for some time now... she didn't want to stop it, she had missed Panda like hell... yet she had found the other nowhere... she honestly felt lonely. She thought the sweet creature had abandoned her for good... Sang was honestly just glad that Panda was finally back and moved her lips lightly against the other ones for a tiny moment, inwardly scolding herself as she still did nothing while the other ones hands held her head in place.

Still nothing as the other ones hand started to wander down her neck... she froze a little when the other ones palm made contact with her breast and lifted her own hand, wanting to pry the other ones hand away softly, to make a point that this wouldn't happen all too soon, even if Panda thought she could maybe rescue the cracked mirror of their relationship...

But then she halted and looked at the other with wide eyes, before she nodded. She had a feeling this needed to come out as seriously as possible, since the girl in front of her had been completely devastated the last time they had seen.

"Yes." She said lowly and nodded, irritated by the yellow eyes that were so unlike what she knew of the other... what had happened to her? "Yes... I love you... I told you in our last talk already that I do..." She said softly, hoping the back-reference wouldn't cause the same thing that had happened to her lover back then.

[pandateddyclaws]

Love me not.

(Yellow eyes remained lidded. The bed room silent save for the sleeping ones even breathing with each gentle rise and fall of her chest. The creature remained crouched at the end of her bed, watching the red head sleep for nearly a full half hour now. Not a move had been made to harm her or disturb her rest, just silently staring and occasionally tilting its head to see her from a different angle. It was only when the sleeping beauty turned onto her back and the yellow eyed beast caught sight of her pale delicate throat did it move to crawl over the woman’s body and sit on her stomach to stop her rolling again.

Slowly a clawed hand rose to push some stray red strands of silky hair behind Sang’s ear, lingering to caress back over her cheek and over her lips as though the creature was deciding whether to pierce the soft flesh or not. Lifting her hand away Panda stared at her so called ‘lover’ for another view moments before leaning down to press her cold lips to the other woman’s. The kiss began soft but quickly grew rough with Sang’s lower lip caught between sharp fangs and cut open with a tug to wake her up.

She had plans for this one and it was about time she found out just how much this mortal ‘loved’ the fake.)

[sangnoire]

Unbeknownst to the second entity in her room, Sang slept calmly, undisturbed by the other one presence. Her rest was rejuvenating, her sleep deep and her dreams may have been none so calmly but certainly enough to overlayer the other ones presence nicely. 

She had no idea that she was not alone in the formerly secure bed room of her own apartment. As Panda crawled over her to sit on her stomach, she seemed to be alerted for the first time, yet the weight and the noise that was produced and in case of the former lingered, seemed to be more comforting, though she grew more and more uncalm, her systems slowly pulling her to the surface of sleep, alerting her that something wasn't quite right...

Just as lips touched her own and kissed her softly did her innards and body stirr slightly and she yelped harshly, when pain exploded on her lip, travelling through her mouth right into her spine and brain, a painful circle that made her open her eyes and almost scream, when bright and huge yellow eyes stared back at her form, adrenalin getting pumped through her veins immediately as she threw her arm up, searching for something to knock the tresspasser out, before she halted.

"...." Her heart was pounding against her rip cage, so hard, that she thought it'd break through and fly away any moment, and she panted as she tried to get of the sudden and induced panic, as she realized who the person was...

"Panda...?" She whispered and licked over her lips, tasting metal... why was she bleeding?? "What-?"

[pandateddyclaws]

((This was fun to do.))

[bunnyboilxr]

[ I ACTUALLY JUST CACKLED OUT LOUD AT THE STRANGER IN THE QUEUE ]

[banditborn-deactivated20151210]

|[ Is that a Yaoi about officer and Bandit? ]|

[pandateddyclaws]

Playtime.

It wouldn’t stop hurting. It had started as a dull, barely noticeable pain, a slight discomfort she was sure would go away soon enough. It only got worse. The dullness slowly became sharper, a throbbing stinging pain that clouded her mind and stole all her concentration to focus solely on it. She lay on her side, twitching with her jaw clenched shut and curled up as tightly as possible. Her hair was standing on end, every muscle tensed and contracted with the pain. It was coming from her chest. From her head. Behind her eyes. Under her tongue. The soles of her feet and palms of her hands. The root and tip of every strand of hair. Everywhere. Everything hurt.

An attempt to move, to roll over and move the pain’s position only made it the aching worse. Her eyes felt heavy and her throat was so dry she couldn’t even call out for anyone. She felt scared, confused but most of all in pain. A croaked noise escaped from her throat and in the darkness of her shut eyes she heard some movement next to her. Fear taking over she forced her heavy eye lids to lift, blinking away the sleep to see she was a dark wooded room. It was like a goth’s fantasy bedroom or maybe something out of a classical vampire room. Everything was elegantly decorated and arranged, the furniture all sporting an older style and every fabric in the room black.

She tried to ask where she was but all she got out was a series of coughs. Gods it felt like she hadn’t had water in days. There was another sound of movement and her head snapped up to see a strange doll like girl in a maid outfit pouring her a glass of water. Wait.. she knew this girl. One of Tine’s staff wasn’t she? Blinking, Panda took the glass uncertainly and took a sip, spluttering into the water as the liquid itched her cracked throat. The girl bowed slightly and took a step back, much to the bear turned human’s confusion until a door she was previously unaware of at the side of the room opened.

"You finally woke up." Tine. Why was Tine here? Wait where was here? Her head felt too groggy to think and with a broken groan she held her face with one hand, the other almost dropping the glass. Gloved fingertips brushed her cheek and she watched Tine slip onto the bed to sit next to her, taking the glass from her and gently tilting her chin up. At her questioning look he gave a soft smile.

"You have been asleep for six days, almost a week. Drink slowly." Lifting the glass to her lips he tilted it for her to sip it with a few more coughs until she could drink smoothly. The doll girl gave another bow before leaving the room, Panda’s tired gaze following her. Once she had enough water she pulled her head back and tilted her head up to give the blonde a confused look.

"Where..?"

"My club.. you came because you were quite upset. Do you remember why?"

Remember? Why had she been upset.. that didn’t sound like her. what had she…

In an instant she remembered the fight if one could call it that with Sang and tears sprung to her aching eyes.

"Oh no, shhhh, do not cry."

Tine brushed the tears away quickly with his thumb and rubbed her back, Panda trying desperately not to break into a sobbing mess. The pain she was feeling doubled to a point of sheer agony, a gasp tearing from her and dots flooding her vision.

"Breathe Panda. Just breathe." She wiped at her eyes furiously and took in gulps of air, the pain remaining but at least the urge to cry subsiding somewhat. Once she had calmed down a few moments of silence hung in the air, only the small noise of Tine’s hand rubbing the back material of her nightdress.

…Nightdress?

Looking down at herself Panda tugged on the frilly collar of the dress with a frown.

"Did you put me in this?"

"Yes. Do you not like it?"

"….It’s pretty.. thanks."

"You are welcome."

The silence returned until another throb of pain in her head caused Panda to double over with a whimper.

"Why does it hurt so much?"

"…I can help you stop it from hurting if you wish?"

Panda nodded frantically, wanting nothing more for the pain to go away. Carefully taking her hand Tine helped her out of bed and led her out of the room. She didn’t question where they were going, the pain was too much for her to stand and in the back of her mind she could swear she was hearing giggling. Too distracted in her pain she didn’t notice they were in the basement until Tine released her hand.

"Serpentine?" Staring at him in confusion for the cold expression he was wearing she wrapped her arms around herself and groaned lowly.Why? Why did it hurt so much? Even standing was proving too difficult and when she fell to her knees it didn’t do anything to ease the searing at all. "Serpentine .. it hurts so much…"

"…I am sorry it couldn’t work out this way Panda."

She raised her head, vision shifting in and out of focus and only now she saw the book he held and the strange markings on the ground surrounding her in a circle. Her mouth opened to question him but another wave of pain crashed into her and cut her voice off. The giggling was getting louder and through the blood pumping like a drum beat in her ears she heard Tine chanting. The symbols around her, circling her began to light up with a sickly green colour.

The light of the symbols blinded her, grabbing her head and shutting her eyes tightly to try and block it out but even then she saw white inside her eyelids burning into her eyes. The pain felt like it was forming, condensing into her very bones and a sickening scream tore from her. It felt like a second skeleton had formed atop her own, stretching the skin of her body and trying to tear free. Her head was splitting open, her mind on fire and in her last moments she heard the giggling clear and sinister before her.

It was not as dramatic as Tine expected it to be. The symbols stayed alight a few more moments and Panda’s body slumped from her knees to lie on the floor before the lights faded. He stood and stared, waiting for her to move and clutching King’s book in an iron grip.

”..Pa…Panda?”

The body on the floor twitched.

And giggled.

[sangnoire]

The devil and the pale moonlight

[occultbastard-blog]

"Blood eh? Well that’s a cooler meaning than I would have thought. If the name wouldn’t be french. That’s the gayest fucking language to ever exist." He gave a dark chuckle and stepped over some trash, simply stepping in and kicking some empty beer cans out of the way.

He peered into a room, only to give a smirk. It seemed like his roomate wasn’t home, good. He always got annoying when Occult brought girls with him.

He went to the kitchen where the sink was filled with a mountain of dirty dishes that seemed to be there since months for green fur had already grown over the dirty, broken porcelain. Food remains were sticking to the furniture as well - somehow Occult managed to find two clean glasses within that mess though and grabbed them only to bring them to the living room.

That room was by far the dirtiest. It seemed to be used constantly. Cigarettes buts everywhere, empty cans, pizza boxes, laundry and of course many many cd’s and magazines. Some porn, others music magazines.

After he had shoved the dirty laundry off the sofa he sat down and poured the bourbon into the glasses. 

"You need a fucking invitation? Get the fuck in already." He rushed, waving a hand around before he gave a subwoofer  beside him a kick. After some static sounds ripping through the air, metal songs began to play in no specific order. 

[sangnoire]

There was a bloody mess everywhere she looked.  It had to be the apocalypse. She had asked herself what really messy was, since she was really chaotic but clean often. THIS was not what she had thought of as messy. This was an utter catastrophy. She would probably not feel all too well in here.

But she had tagged along, she had been invited and this, she went after him as he poured the bourbon, certain the alcohol would free her brain of whatever was going on here eventually and then stared at the subwoofer which was kicked by him and started to play with a crunch of utter violence, before music poured out. 

She walked over to the sofa, what he had said coming to her mind just now as she lifted a brow and wiped some crumbs off the place she was deemed to sit at, kinda flipping on the couch. It wasn't tidy, but she at least could identify with his kind of music. She wasn't a hardcore crack for it, but she had listened to a lot of that for some time of her life.

"Well, you'll simply have to d e a l with it I guess~?" She said in an intentionally sweet voice that screamed towards him to shut his fucking mouth over the issue already. "My name was to long, and the opportunity was practically screaming to be taken." She took the glass with bourbon taking a slight sniff on it, purring, which was hopefully drained out by the music. She was so glad she had put leggings on that day. How he had stared at her chest early otherwise wouldn't have made her too happy on THIS sofa and also so close to him.

She lifted the glass towards him. "To our success of rescuing the white lady and your both future make-outs."

[pandateddyclaws]

Slurred Words

send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

"Baaaaandit! You are the most gentlemanly man who ever manned gently manning gentleman! You are clever and nice even if you are scary and you hunt your own kind. I think you’re actualllllly a woooooolf in a person body and that, that you killing people is not good but ish just predator thing…BUT! But you are not so smart cause I’m smarter! You thought you could hiiide your whisk..whiskey but if I driiiink it aaaaaaalll you can’t have it! I am a smaaart panda." (Literally had only a sip.) 

[banditborn-deactivated20151210]

"Oh boy…"

"Looks like I have to drink all that whiskey before you do." Picks her up along with the bottles and carries her away.

[pandateddyclaws]

"Nooooo! Baaandit don’t ruin my plan" (Wiggles about) "Put me doooown! I am.. I am a might beast! (Begins making tiny roars and waving her paws about.)

[sangnoire]

The devil and the pale moonlight

[occultbastard-blog]

His smirk gained something devilish as she stepped closer. He did not watch her face but her chest bouncing a little at each step she took. That was what made his decision clear and with a sharp nod of his head he motioned down the road, as he suddenly turned around and walked off after she had just introduced herself. 

Occult took his time, lit a cigarette and blew some smoke while he expected her to keep up with his quick struts. “I’m Occult.” He replied eventually, blowing the smoke from his nostrils. 

"You better remember that name. I will be popular as fuck one day and then you can tell your friends how you met a real rock star." He sneered, holding the cigarette between his fingers for that, self absorbed little monologue.

The trip did not take long, probably only 15 minutes till they reached a much shittier part of downtown and moved up an apartment building that seemed like it was the set of a horror movie with murders going on in every single floor.

While he fiddled with his keys he actually showed some interest in the redhead. “What kind of name is Sang even? Has it something to do with singing? Don’t tell me you can sing, I wouldn’t believe it anyway.” He snorted and as the door refused to open he gave it a harsh kick.

The door slammed open and scared a cockroach that crawled out of Occult’s apartment past their feet. 

[sangnoire]

Firstly she thought he was averting his eyes to think about her suggestion for this evening, before she found out, what was really going on. She lifted a brow and then twitched a little almost as he nodded so abruptly, turning around to obviously lead her somewhere. She was kind of able to hold pace. At least she had some very long-legged friends and companions often. She seemed to be used to waddle at the speed of light with her relatively moderate leg length.

"Occult?" She asked with a twitch of her lips. "Is that... actually kind of foreboding on our evening then?" She mumbled lowly and seemed to be humored and half annoyed by his following narcissistic monologue, even though she did not express it with words at all. Sang slid her arms around herself in a half embrace, since the cool air still nipped at her skin and made goosebumps trail along her arms and how it seemed every bit of her body.

After a while they seemed to get close to an apartment complex, that honestly didn't even deserve the description of "run-down" anymore. It was a place to store your belongings at and maybe sleep, before you went of the rest of the day... she was not happy that he lead her directly to it, but she figured, she had this on her own back.

"It's..." She looked to the side, obviously embarrassed for the first time this evening and reluctant about giving this information out. "... it's from the name 'Sanguena'..." She said lowly, just a slight bit awkward. "I'm from France you see... and 'sang' means the same as 'Blood' over here..." She shrugged slowly. "I honestly am not a great singer... I was always more happy with the acting part." She shot him a poisonous glance for a moment. Cocky bastard... why did she tag along again?

Before she jumped back a little as he threw the door open and a moderately sized cockroach fled through it and bolted out between their feet. She pressed a hand to her chest as she watched the insect scramble away happily... she had been afraid it would just crawl onto her. "Jesus fucking Christ..." She mumbled and then looked into the apartment, as she would step in, probably after him. It was really... even worse on the inside than one would imagine staring at the house from the street. She had a feeling insects would ambush her in here from every corner. "Well... how... charming."

[sangnoire]

The devil and the pale moonlight

[occultbastard-blog]

He snorted as she laughed at him, stopping to glare at her over his shoulder for a moment. He thought she was mocking him so his usual reaction was to get angry. However, he quickly realized that she just wanted to tag along. He was not one to make friends and sharing wasn’t his thing but this girl had actually proven quite useful. Maybe he could snatch her number in case he needed another distraction once again.

"I prefer getting waste alone but.." He looked her up and down, thinking for a moment as if he had to weight out the possibilities of this little get together and how it would benefit him.

”..I guess you still look good enough. At least I got something for my eyes then and if you can’t drink that all by yourself I fuck as hell won’t say no.”

Now that he had gotten a closer look she seemed like the kind of desperate girl seeking a thrill after some kind of drama at home. He quite enjoyed tainting those, watching them do all the bad things he did.

In  a sense, Bakura was sometimes the devil that lured people in only to chew them up and spit them out again 

[sangnoire]

She saw how he seemed to be angry for a moment as he turned, his facial expression showed the emotion and for one moment she was a slight bit worried, but the feeling seemed to dissolve and the other one un-tensed, right before her eyes.  She didn't know what to make of that, but it seemed to work for her at the moment. And even though she didn't really trust that man, nor found him too much of an enjoyable company to be around, she was kind of happy that she would have the chance to tag along somebody, if everything would work out!

Her heart sank just a little for a second, before it started to flutter again with the 'but' that ended his statement and the long journey of his eyes over her, which made her lift a brow and fold her arms, just to snort at him amusedly, when he made such an insolent comment. "As long as you're settling for looking, I guess I can bear with that." She left that statement between them in a quite clear way and then laughed. "I will definitely not drink this bottle all by myself, even though I love bourbon... I don't love it enough to get me into a hospital." She grinned. "A good drink has to be cherished."

She tilted her head and looked over him, before she approached him a little closer and came to a halt directly before him. "Sang." She said lowly. "That's the name... if you ever want to settle for anything to call me that is." 

[banditborn-deactivated20151210]

Stalked [Closed RP]

[banditborn-deactivated20151210]

A low scream was heard from the girl as the man had taken his chance to snatch her from the street. Within the bushes and deeper into the forest after he had followed her into the park. A place for children to play but also infected by people like this guy who was drooling at the sight of the young girls around him.

Bandit had grown silent now to watch her. He had told her what to do and now it was in her hands whether to take a life by saving one or to watch a life being taken.

The man had covered the girl’s mouth to keep dragging her further to the abandoned part of the park. Bandit was sure that Sang had not been careless enough to lose sight of the man while he had followed himself. Now hiding near by as he watched…

[sangnoire]

Shaking with adrenaline, she had followed the two of them and kept away from them, out of sight, so she wouldn't be seen, panic flared up inside of her as she drew close and made sure she was standing in the direction of the sun, so the guy may be blinded by it, when he turned around. When she shot a gun for the first time, she wouldn't hit. And from then on, she would need every advantage she could get. Pressing her back against the tree, she trembled... she had no idea if he was still watching... but she was sure she couldn't do this alone. 'Calm yourself... you must stay calm... you cannot freak out.'

She looked on the gun, being sure that it was prepared, clutched it with her right hand and slithered her index finger over the trigger, ready to pull it as she leaned a little around the tree to gaze at the guy. She needed to be sure that the girl stayed unharmed... and that she herself stayed alive. If this man had a weapon and she shot at him, the girl would be in more danger of both of them.

She swallowed. She had no idea how to do this, but she lifted the gun and tried to aim for the guys head. And shot. The recoil she hadn't been expecting slammed into her hand, as she sent her shot into the bark of the tree right behind the guy. She was sure her arm had to hurt, but she didn't feel it. The noise was alerting and her heart was beating in her throat as she stepped out from behind the tree, gun still lifted, aiming at him.

"LET GO OF THE GIRL... OR I'LL MAKE SURE THE NEXT BULLET WILL HIT YOU!" She barked, trying to leave her voice stable as she reloaded with a noticeable noise. Never forget the reload...

[sangnoire]

Sang: "I don't want kids."

Panda: "I wish you mentioned that before I borrowed all these babies."

Sang: What?"

Panda: "What?"

Sang: "..."

Panda: "..."

Panda:"I was going put back the ones you didn't like."

[pandateddyclaws]

❤ (sangnoire)

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection

Sex; Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex ((Pretty much any sex Sang wants to try she’ll go along with. Might take some convincing to do the BDSM though.)

Dates;Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates 

Would my character…

Marry them? Yes | No  ((They were for like three days before.))Have sex on the first date? Yes | NoConfess their attraction first? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No ((So many babies)) Die for your character? Yes | No Cheat on your character? Yes | No ((SHE DIDN’T MEAN TO!)) Lie to them? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No