{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:Neo Punks
Edited by Kain The Slain:
12/18/2015 5:53:23 PM
275
[i][u]NYC Manhattan 5:45 am
Samantha Sinclair[/u][/i]
[b]Sam had walked up the stairs of a parking garage up to the top level. She stood on the edge of the roof after looksng around taking in the view she took a few steps back and took a running start then jumped over to the roof of the next building. After jumpng across a few different roof tops she stopped over an alley way then jumped down and leaned against the wall. Hidden from view she waited for her next victim to pass by
Sam thought to herself.
[i]"This will make what? 30 kills this week? 40? I lost count. Police still haven't found me so that's a plus although I do so love a good chase."[/i]
[spoiler]open[/spoiler]
-
"It isn't death it is art"
-
[i]He looks her in her eyes for a second, and then a frown appears on his face.[/i] "You are so broken."
-
"Don't pretend to know me"
-
[i] He smirks.[/i] "I don't need to pretend. I can see it in your eyes. Your so unbelievably broken, the pieces are barely stuck together."
-
"Stop talking like you know me"
-
[i] He chuckles.[/i] "I don't have to pretend. I can read you like an open book. You think whatever deep dark past you have is hidden behind all of your "art," but it couldn't be more out in the open. You'd be blind to not see it."
-
[b]she grabs you by the throat[/b] "Stop talking. You don't know anything!"
-
[i]He grabs your arm, pushing it off his throat and down to your side.[/i] "Seems like a struck a nerve."
-
[b]she punches you spare in the nose with her other hand[/b]
-
[i] He sidesteps with immense speed, catching her wrist.[/i] "I'm not in the mood for a fight Samantha."
-
[b]she tks you into an ac unit on the roof[/b]
-
[i]He teleports behind her, holding his white and gold katana, the blade humming with blue energy.[/i] "Sam." [i] He uses her preferred nickname this time, in a calm and soothing voice.[/i] [spoiler]just saying, she doesn't want to fight him. He makes a great friend.[/spoiler]
-
[b]she calms slightly[/b]
-
[i] He steps closer to her, grabbing her shoulder and turning her to face him, his icy gaze calming and soothing rather than intimidating.[/i]
-
[b]she calms down[/b]
-
"Good?" [i] He asks, his voice low and calming.[/i]
-
[b]she nods[/b]
-
[i] He surprises her by stepping in and wrapping her in a hug, his embrace protective and nice.[/i] "Trust me, I get it."
-
[b]she's a but surprised by the hug bit hugs back[/b]
-
"I understand that we've all got demons Sam. But your past is your past, not your present." [i] He says into her hear, his arms around her.[/i]
-
"I do what I do to keep my mind off of the past"
-
"What happened in the past? You can tell me." [i] She can tell he genuinely means this.[/i]
-
"I... I don't want to talk about it"
-
"Alright Sam, that's okay." [i] He says soothingly, rubbing her back lightly.[/i]
-
[b]she calms down[/b] "I think I'm ok now"
