Post by Elysia Tondra on Nov 2, 2009 18:54:16 GMT -6
"You've got some balls coming after me."
A slow smile tore it's way across the speaker's face, and by the gods the thief almost shit himself at the sight of it. She had looked like such an easy target, her pretty little shoes CLACK CLACKING as she strutted down the dark streets as her dress swayed around her ankles. Her face, while blank and completely devoid of any emotion, had been the kind of pretty that spoke 'defenseless damsel' and made it all the more appealing to corner her and rob her blind. The fact that she had grabbed him by the throat (while he had been brandishing a knife at her, no less) had shocked the hell out of him figuratively before she shocked the hell out of him litterally.
Elysia continued to smile her venimous smile at the poor bastard, dropping him to the ground and watching him convulse. "You're lucky I'm not feeling vindictive today," she purred, kicking him with the toe of her shoe. "Or else I'd have done more then tase you."
The man wanted to ask what she was like when she was vindictive, but was too busy gasping for air to bother; the shock had temporarily paralyzed his throat, making it hard to swallow and breath, but not enough to kill him or make him foam at the mouth. He was indeed a lucky man.
All too soon (but not soon enough in his opinion), the horrid smile wiped itself from her face and she was back to that devil-may-care attitude she was famous for. "Don't let me find you on these streets again. You'll get worse then just a little shock."
She left him then, wiping at the blood that had trickled down her neck when the blade of his knife had pierced her skin. After giving it a disgusted sneer, she used her dress to wipe the smear from her fingers. Stupid bastard had been ten kinds of stupid to try and take her on.
A slow smile tore it's way across the speaker's face, and by the gods the thief almost shit himself at the sight of it. She had looked like such an easy target, her pretty little shoes CLACK CLACKING as she strutted down the dark streets as her dress swayed around her ankles. Her face, while blank and completely devoid of any emotion, had been the kind of pretty that spoke 'defenseless damsel' and made it all the more appealing to corner her and rob her blind. The fact that she had grabbed him by the throat (while he had been brandishing a knife at her, no less) had shocked the hell out of him figuratively before she shocked the hell out of him litterally.
Elysia continued to smile her venimous smile at the poor bastard, dropping him to the ground and watching him convulse. "You're lucky I'm not feeling vindictive today," she purred, kicking him with the toe of her shoe. "Or else I'd have done more then tase you."
The man wanted to ask what she was like when she was vindictive, but was too busy gasping for air to bother; the shock had temporarily paralyzed his throat, making it hard to swallow and breath, but not enough to kill him or make him foam at the mouth. He was indeed a lucky man.
All too soon (but not soon enough in his opinion), the horrid smile wiped itself from her face and she was back to that devil-may-care attitude she was famous for. "Don't let me find you on these streets again. You'll get worse then just a little shock."
She left him then, wiping at the blood that had trickled down her neck when the blade of his knife had pierced her skin. After giving it a disgusted sneer, she used her dress to wipe the smear from her fingers. Stupid bastard had been ten kinds of stupid to try and take her on.