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6 yrs ago
Current Is that even a thing, it sounds gross
6 yrs ago
Coco Pebbles are the shit.
7 yrs ago
I gotta say, all that stuff you hear about missing your family after being away for a while is true.
7 yrs ago
I have a new found hate for snow.
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OOF
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Tay ♠ 19 ♠ Alaska->California ♠ Anime & Comics ♠ Full-time College Student ♠ Pm me music

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definitely interested
interested, glad to see some bleach

@Sho Minazuki I fixed those things, am I good to drop?

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Location: Washington Square
Interacting With:No one at the moment

The day had been dragging on slowly for Milo. He woke up early in the morning with a quiet yelp, the nightmares that haunted his dreams visited him on a daily now. They used to only come around the anniversary of those special events, but now his death is on a constant loop within his mind, the years he spent drowned in blood prance around his reticular activating system, and the faces of each person he killed live behind his eyelids. Milo knows that he still has a problem when it comes down to feeding but its not as bad as it was before he came to America. The only reason he came was because of his “father”, and ironically it was his old man who tried to educate him on the finer points of death and killing. Milo never really took the things the elder said to heart, he knew the old man had one two many screws loose and need some help but that was still the man who helped him in his time of need and the boy would forever be grateful for that.

Thanks to that same man he lived in a lovely home, in the suburban area of Salem, that had a lot of history. Mathias left it to Milo, saying it belonged to a “good friend” and Milo was honored to receive such a gift. He has been living here for the past 2 years in peace, running around with George (his coven leader) and some for the other young vampires in his coven. There were 5 of them, all under the age of 120, and they looked out for one another. Milo has traveled a lot and seen many different kinds of people, and the only safely offered was by the elder he claimed loyalty too. Especially in the vampire society, age seemed to be a powerful thing, age was something that demanded respect, age is what makes or breaks you in the long run when it comes down to your fellow vampire (at least in Milo’s eyes).

For example, the first time Milo met George and told him his age, George immediately treated Mmilo as if he was some second rate citizen who didn’t pay taxes and then went on to assume the boy would join his little gang. Now Milo did end up in his little group but the boy was never shy to remind them of their differences, Milo told George that he could and would kill them if it came down to it, and George respected that. George was one of the few who saw Milo for what he truly was, not a young vampire still high off the thought of immortality, no Milo was a 90 year old vampire who was trapped neck deep in his own vices. Milo was a young vampire who had done, seen, and experienced more than George could even fathom in his 120 years of existence. Milo was his ally, not his friend, Milo was a member of his coven, not his sworn blood brother, and if he deemed it necessary, Milo would kill him.

Milo’s demeanor, his actions, thought process, all stems back to one of the men who haunts his thoughts, Mathias. The young one can deny Mathias all he wants, but those who catch the other side of him or even stare into his eyes for too long, can clearly see the Elder vampire. It was this very man, among many, that haunted his thoughts and stretched out his day. It was visions of his old master that caused him to not sleep and simply drink away what blood he had left in reserves before getting ready for the celebration that night. George had asked Milo to help out at their booth, what it was for Milo did not know nor did he care, fresh blood would be in the streets and it was a rare opportunity to be able to hunt with little chance of getting caught.


The sun was set by the time arrived and took up his position at the “Blood Drive” booth. Hs “friends”, thought it would be a good inside joke, and maybe pick up some willing donors along the way. Milo had been playing his part well, wearing the mask of friend and a young boy all throughout the night. On the side he had been sizing up good victims and trying to avoid George’s stare, the older vampire knew what he was doing, he knew all about Milo’s “habits” and had voiced his displeasure more than once. Milo was not in the mood for another lecture, the night was young, moon was out and food was practically giving itself away on two legs he just wanted to enjoy himself tonight.

He took note of all the other supernaturals attending, it was in the feeling a person gave off. Some were warmer than others, while some would send chills down his spine, Milo learned early on that only the trained could identify who was what. But there was something was in the air, it promised an eventful night and no matter how much Milo thought about it he could not decipher what the dread was, or who it was coming from.

I happened slow, like a sandstorm in the distance. The first scream, then screams, the running, then the toppling, the smell of blood that turned into a permeating odor. Wolfs had began to attack, it started with a single girls cry for help, but now she was in the middle of the square with three other women. Milo was at the booth with George, they both watched frozen in shock as the girl screamed over and over, it was the wolf’s snarl that brought them back to reality. Milo and George dashed to the center of the square as the man on stage began to speak about offering “answers” at the church. He and George had no idea where the other 3 had gone off too, and by the grim look on George’s face Milo could only assume the worst.

“You know they are probably dead right. I mean look around, they probably wandered off to feed of some helpless girl and ended up getting mauled by the wolves.” Milo said letting his true colors show for a moment and his french accent come in thick, he felt like it was appropriate considering the circumstances.

“Of course I know it's a possibility, but they are one of us and I trust in their skills. Plus they still have us if all else fails.” George said with a slimmer of hope in his voice and a fierce fire brewing in his eyes. Milo only responded with a shrug and looked away at the flashing lights and running figures around him. The sound gunshots still echoed off the building and people screaming rang out here and there, all the while Milo could only sigh and think about how fucked this night was. He crouched down and let out a frustrated sigh, mumbling "Enfoncer l'enfant" under his breath with a shake of his head.

”Flick...flick...flick”

Milo’s lighter sounded out back and forth, it was not much over the noise but to the keen of hearing it would be quite annoying. Milo was frustrated and at the moment this was the only thing he could do to sate it. He was trapped at the moment with a hopeful fool who looked as if he wanted to run out into that madness and take Milo with him. All Milo wanted to do was drink, and go home, but now he had to settle for finding a way to put out that glimmer of hope in George’s heart.
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still here btw

Cunningham Park, Queens
Early Morning


You ever think of death, like really think about it? Have you ever wondered what it's like when the glorious lady herself wraps those bony cold hands around your soul and rips it straight from you body? Don't kid yourself, it's some pretty fantasy or a euphoric trip. It's a dark abyss filled with nothing but your pain and the mistakes you made in life, coming back from the dead was no pretty trip either. Imagine someone simultaneously ripping all the nails from each of your toes and fingers with a pair of pliers, if you have ever wondered why people usually gasp when they "wake up" now you know. Even after experiencing both life death and then life again, most would think I might get out of this business of killing but it keeps calling me back. That's how I ended up in this park early in the crisp morning freezing my ass off waiting for my contact Mrs.Jackson to arrive and pay me my money. See I just "handled" a little finance problem her group was having and they are paying me by the head so I made sure deliver a lot of them.

Her "accounting firm" is known as a upstanding business that not only helps you settle your books, but they also make small loans to the right people. In actuality they some loan sharks, but instead of loaning to some helpless mother trying to take care of three little kids and put a fourth through college by herself, they loan to the local gangs and other crime oriented groups throughout the borough of Queens. From what I could dig up on the little group they started a little over a year ago, and have become quite popular, as long as you pay your debts back. Mrs. Jackson hired me not knowing my real identity, most people still think I'm dead, that Bullseye got me and my body is rotting in some gutter or that he uses my head for target practice (the rumors I have head since I got back). This was my first real job since returning to the city a few months ago, and boy was it exciting. I felt like a kid who finally got off the bench after a big injury, I was amazing (if I do say so myself), my kills clean, no injuries and I got away before the cops arrived. It was like night and day compared to my last job (which ended in my death), and now I waited to report to my boss.

They wanted me to take care of a group of thugs who were in deep with the firm, over 400k and counting. The poor souls wanted to start a drug operation and need some buying money, but instead of starting small they went big with no guarantee for income and ended up owing money to the wrong people. Funny thing is, if I did not take care of them someone else would have; Maggia, Triads, Kingpin, none of the big boys like competition, especially little kids who try to sit at the adult table. So maybe those guys should be glad I took them out quick and quietly, because I can make a list of others would have made an example out of them. The job was easy enough, it's not like they had top of the line security or paid the hand to protect them and all 10 of them were in some shabby condo trying to hide out.

It’s over now and that means it’s time to collect. Now don’t get me wrong I love what I do, killing is my career and I take pride in it, but I did not come back to New York to stay. I came back to make things right with Matt and then leave after. If memory serves me correctly, he never saw me wake from my death and I got up long after he had been taken away. He deserved to know that I was alive and well, would Matthew be happy that I am back in the game...no. But he knows me and my nature, plus with the death of the spider things have gotten lively in this shitty city again. If crime here was a bitch then we assassins would be her fangs, and she has been using us on a regular since his death. That’s how I got sucked back in, it started with a simple kill, then a few “simple” kills, and now I am a hire on again. With the return of the “red one”, I am sure news has reached my former employer and his top assassin, along with others who might seek out my employment (if they can find me).

As I waited and thought about my predicament, the air shifted and that caused me to tune back into my surroundings. There was an elderly woman wearing a pants suit walking towards me, she was carrying beat up brown suitcase and a cup of coffee. As she stat down, I got a closer look and noticed her light blue scarf and latch-back earrings. She had a worn wrinkly face with grey hair to match, she had an air of wisdom around her but it looked like her and time have been in the ring together for a long time and time was winning. I was in a black trench coat, under was a black suit I had made a while back, durable, doesn’t cut easy, and breathes like egyptian silk. I don’t think I will be dawning the red silk just yet, to many memories and not enough counseling. Aside from my sai, I had a cup of now warm coffee in my hand as she sat down. She looked straight ahead and used her leg to slowly scoot the case until it touched my uncrossed leg.

“So you’re her, Elektra. Nice job on this, those pest have been a problem for months. In the case you will find another job for you, if you are interested of course, and like this time payment will follow after its completed.” She said in her British aged voice, without even looking at her I know she had some sort of satisfactory smirk on her face.

“I’ll see what the job is and get back to you, and I hope that is all there, considering your profession.” I said back to her.

“Yes, we accountant's can count, I will be on my way. I’ll contact if anything changes with the targets.” With that she was off the bench fixing her scarf and headed back out into the world.

Oh how I would miss her accent, but alas with SHIELD running around it was best to keep these meeting short. I am sure that they knew I was back in town, but since I was not enough of problem then they let me be, or I hope so, there is only one woman who they would send to take me down and I do not need that drama right now. I set my coffee on the bench grabbed the case and opened it up in my lap. The money was laid out perfectly in the bottom half, while a manila envelope and a small white envelope sat in a zipper with a flip phone on the top half. Everything was in order except the white envelope, and I know there was some puzzled expression on my face right now. When I open it and read the letter I laughed, I laughed like the best joke in the world had been whispered in my ear. I put everything back in my case and picked it up with my coffee and walked in the opposite direction of Mrs.Jackson.

Life has a funny way of shitting on you at the worst times, but what can you do? Nothing but roll with it and make sure your ass comes out clean in the end.



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