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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 19:56:53 GMT -5
He was up for patrol, which was fine with him. While it seemed he and Autumn had resolved their issues, it was not the case. They just weren't touching the very sore spot about her going out beyond the Manse to help abused females.
Coming down the stairs, swinging on his long, black leather coat, he looked up to see Qhuinn already ready to bounce in the foyer. Giving a chin nod, stopped and glanced at the male, "Evening Qball. You tight for this? I don't know about you, but I really need to find something to make this worthwhile tonight." Rolled his neck and popped his knuckles. "This, I might be able to pull off without fucking up."
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Oct 20, 2012 20:06:23 GMT -5
We ain't doing the, "Human Shield" again right? *Qhuinn asked as he checked his straps, making his way to the SUV with Tohr * Cause, really bruh, I'm not to down with that. *Tohr was keyed up tonight. Qhuinn was always looking for a good reason to beat the shit out of something. God knows he really needed to release a little nervous energy on the face of a Lesser. He jumped into shotgun, and played DJ* DJ Q-Ball here rockin the Caddy. *He grinned an nodded to a Jay-Z beat* Downtown, my man?
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 20:18:18 GMT -5
Smirked at the choice of music and glanced over, "No. You are on your own. I don't need a shield. If I came back shot up again, Autumn would be worse than the bullets." Turning out of the courtyard, glanced back at the Manse as they disappeared in the Mhis. He had no idea if Autumn was even going to be there when he got back.
She was rather excited about working at Safe Place, where he was far from excited. Letting out a rumbled curse, they hit the exchange Highway and he turned off when at the downtown exit. He needed to find some lessers. He need to get out the aggression before he brought it back home. So he could plaster a smile on his face when Autumn told him how wonderful her work was at Safe Place. All while seething inside.
Parking the vehicle, exited and waited till Qhuinn was free, and hit the door lock. Checking his gear once again, crossed the street and knew Q had his six. The male knew his shit. And considering the emotional blender the young male was currently having to stir, probably needed this as much as he.
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Oct 20, 2012 20:41:15 GMT -5
They started walking the streets, letting the bustle of humans consume them into crowds. Qhuinn winked at a group of remakes outside of One Eye, laughing at the giggles. "Never gets old, my man" He clapped Tohr on the back. "You're really pissy over this whole Autumn working thing huh?" He looked around and scanned an alley. "I would be too. Hell, I get pissed when Blay..." He stopped himself, and cleared his throat. "Never mind. I could pull some Mission Impossible shit and keep watch if you want."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 20:52:04 GMT -5
He glanced at the females for a second, popping a brow at how little they wore. Females of worth in the human world were totally different than those in the vampire race. Looking over at Qhuinn, rolled his shoulders and shrugged, "I am not happy with her choice. But I am less happy with myself that I have issue with it. It causes us problems constantly. But the past is the past. It changed me, and that is how it is."
Turned and shoving his hands in his leathers, said with a nod, "I may take you up on that. But your duties to John come first."
He as about to turn towards the seedier club district when he stopped and sniffed the air, a deadly smile curling his lips, "Well, tonight just became much better." Tapped the back of his hand against Qhuinn's chest. "Check the air. Either Babies-R-Us exploded or we have lessers, alley, my two-oclock."
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Oct 20, 2012 21:00:20 GMT -5
"Serious note. My young will never use Johnson's, feel me?" Qhuinn leveled himself to the closest wall and pulled the snap off the strap holding his SIG. "Ready. Count 4. On your word" He mouthed to Tohr. It was going to be a good night. He would return loose and satisfied. Just like when he and Blay and John would go clubbing. At that thought, he rapped his head on the bricks and caught Tohr watching. He tapped his gun to his temple. "Solid"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 21:11:40 GMT -5
Smirked and had a glock in each hand, fingers tapping on the triggers, thumb clicking the safety's off. Nodded and like a well oiled machine of bad ass and death they hit the alley. The stench of baby powder and the stench of the slayers hit his nose like acid. And the scent of blood, human, did nothing to ease the knot in his stomach. Doing a quick, precise eye check of the upper decks of the buildings, eyes swung back to the scene.
Six lessers. No transport. Two humans. One dead, one alive. Good odds as he brought up his glock, silencer already attached and sighted the first one, hitting it dead between the eyes. It feel, but thrashed, fish facing as he stepped over it and aimed at the next one.
This lesser was armed and fired and he spun to plant his back against a dumpster. Called out, "Watch it Q. Armed and stupid. And trained. So, the night just gets better and better." Flattened himself against the grimey metal as the lesser fired again. Timing the split seconds between that and the next shot, spun back out and fired, sending it back to land hard, as the bullet slammed into its chest.
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Oct 20, 2012 21:38:50 GMT -5
Qhuinn gave a nod and went into the alley first. One human victim lay on the asphalt, lessers licking the wounds clean, as the other, visibly pissing himself, begged for life. "The original ladies of the night. What's doin?" Just as he finished speaking, the three to his left maneuvered for him. "Oh did I hurt your feelings?" Qhuinn spun and shot the first behind him. "I don't bottom, bitch."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 21:45:41 GMT -5
Senses reaching to monitor Qhuinn, albeit not needed. The male handled it all with style. Impressive. Stowing away his pistols, did a spinning kick to a third lesser, sending against the dumpster that had recently given him haven. A resounding thud and a dent, and the lesser was back up fast. Excellent. A fighter.
Taking in the white hair and pale skin, no dark showing at the roots, he shrugged out of his long coat, tossing it to the ground. Took a stance and beckoned to the Whitehead with a vicious, come hither and die smile and the tips of his fingers. The lesser met his smile with one as wicked and launched at him.
Placing one shitkicker behind the other, braced and took the tackle, fists flying into its sides, the sound of cracking of ribs sounding even through the skin and muscle. The lesser was also throwing some punches in to his gut, nausea letting him know that was not a happy event. He shut it down and with a snarl, sent a vicious upper-cut into the lesser's jaw, knocking it back.
Throwing a leg out, straight kicked it back into that dumpster. So hard the metal crudded wheels sent it inches back in protest into the brick wall.
The lesser got up, shaking its head from impact and squared off for more.
Oh yes, this night went from fucking great, to fucking epic. His smile spread, his fangs popping long and shining in the night and he hissed out, "Shame such a fighter is going to be a pop and go very shortly."
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Oct 20, 2012 23:00:48 GMT -5
He was on it tonight. Popped two back with a flash and twist of his daggers. Qhuinn turned, just as he launched his dagger at another, a shot bit his calf. Clean through and through. With a shout to Tohr and a snarl, he launched into the Fuck waste that shot him, jamming his dagger further in and kissing his jaw with a full force fist. "Fuck!" He turned his head as he knelt, leg bleeding, watching Tohr. The male was mele-ing the shit out of the last three. Qhuinn jumped up from his knees, barely wincing, and grasped another lesser by the throat, his dagger sinking with a crunch and twist.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 20, 2012 23:13:35 GMT -5
He snapped his head over at Qhuinn's shout of anger and pain. Eyes went down to the blood darkening the male's leathers and he turned his attention back to the lesser he was playing with. Playtime over. Pulling out his glock, brought it up and fired point-blank into the lesser's gut. It flew back from the blast.
Going low, went into a crouch, and in rapid succession, took out two more and spun the other way, round-housing the remaining lesser into a wall, swinging his other hand around to shoot it in the chest. Continuing the spin, came to stand, and straight arm firing, shot the one on Qhuinn in the head, the bullet a hair from QBall's own melon.
Holstering his weapon, unsheathed his daggers, and went about the pop and bye bye, sending them back to their fucked up maker. Checking the alley, looked towards the street to the sound of sirens. Time to leave the party. Which was fine. All the dancers were now goo on the pavement.
Walking over to Qhuinn, "Can you walk?"
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Oct 21, 2012 0:39:22 GMT -5
"Barely. Party crashes in route, I hear" He limped over to Tohr. "Nearly nailed my Ass man." He laughed and clapped Your on the shoulder. "Round two or are we good?" His leg said no more, but his mind wasn't free and clear yet. But if bossman said no go, he would just get fixed and go to the TC anyway, against orders. Qhuinn was just about as fucked as he could get in the head with decisions he had to make. As he limped along side the Brother, he just remained silent, afraid to talk for fear somebody would notice he was completely scared and in pain.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Oct 21, 2012 0:43:58 GMT -5
Wanting to reach out and give support, also knew the male's pride. And nodded. As they made their way back to the SUV, he glanced towards the swarm of blue and whites. Opening the passenger side, did help Qhuinn climb in and then jogged to the driver's side.
Getting in, drove away slow and easy, eyes tracking the cops, glad for the dark tinted window. As soon as they were clear, he matted the pedal and sped off towards the Manse. Pulling out his phone, called ahead to the Clinic and let Jane and Ehlena know that they were coming in bloody. Glancing over, well,one of them was.
And he always felt guilty, and wished he had taken the bullet himself. Every fucking time.
"Hang on Qball. We'll get you a boo-fucking kitty band-aid shortly."
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Post by Qhuinn Lohstrong on Oct 21, 2012 1:49:11 GMT -5
"Warriors wear Sponge Bob" He growled with a grin at the Brother. His leg screamed at every bump they flew over. Biting into his lip, fangs extended from pain, he was holding back how bad the bullet shredded his leg. Didn't want to just let all of his emotions free, but tears slipped past. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the music blaring and the cool air hitting his face.
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