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Born: December 29, 2011 Forum Topics Started: 6
Race: Slayer Forum Posts / Replies: 37
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“Don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I'll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.”
 
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Katherine Murray's Biography



"I like to burn my bridges while still standing on them... This way people know just how serious I am about my crazy."


And I was in the darkness, so darkness I became.
And let's be clear, I trust no one.

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Mackenzie 06/30/16 Jaaaaaaaaaaysus Christ, girl. I've had glitter in my eyes, glitter in my hair, glitter stuck to my bloody breasts... I need a f-cking drink. Let's go. But if you f-cking put even a single piece of glitter under my nose, I will whip your arse into next week. Deal?
Valentin Metzger 06/29/16 Hide the hose or lotion, Madchen? I am unsure of which you speak of.. -waves away the confusing thoughts- Did you have a particular monkey in mind for this horde of monkeys? Spider? Squirrel?
Livia Vlcek 06/25/16 *hates the dry heat*
*glares at*
*gives up, sulks like a mofo*
Livia Vlcek 06/25/16 *cackles* FVCK YES YOU ARE.
*cants head* But we need to speak about some humectant pomade for that frizz...
*shifty eyes*
Valentin Metzger 06/25/16 -presses thick lips to her forehead-
You are very pretty, Katherine.
-laughs.. hard-
Valentin Metzger 06/23/16 -chuckles- Ja.. I understand. And what about the hose? -tilts head-
Valentin Metzger 06/21/16 -a thick brow raises-
-accepts the hose and lotion-
-stares at in mild confusion-
An army of monkeys?
-gives a smile that reaches his eyes-
No.. I have one. But if it is an army of monkeys you wish for, I am sure I could arrange that.
Valentin Metzger 06/20/16 -has an eerie feeling he is being watched.. places another lime on the altar-
Valentin Metzger 06/20/16 -leaves a lime in a particular cave in Sydney.. as an offering-
Mackenzie 06/17/16
Mackenzie 06/17/16 Ugh. You always were the pretty one.
Bastion Lennox 06/02/16

He waited patiently for the faintest sound of footsteps to depart. He shut off the inside lights too, just to be sure the woman got the hint. Maybe she was after him. On a job herself. Beautiful or not, she seemed dangerous. And that mouth...he could think of much better ways for it to be used other than running a mile a minute. He reached blindly, but deftly, into the nightstand nearby and pulled out a handgun; one of many stashed already. He released the clip and unloaded the bullet already inside. Reaching again into the nightstand, he pulled out a small box of blanks. It really was unnecessary...but if she was on an assignment, and he was the target, he wanted to be prepared for the worst.

More waiting. More silence. No movement. Patience growing thin. Nerves firing. Breath hitched. Just leave and nothing will happen to you lady...

He shot off the bedside away from the door as the thundering sound of wood splintering echoed like an explosion and his front door swung wide open, lock torn clean off. The fire's glow from outside illuminated her silhouette in the doorway. He had but a moment to react. He was trained for this. So much for thinking being at the end of the earth would keep his name and reputation out of everyone's mouth. He should've known better. Click. Aim. Fi----! He hesitates on the trigger as she speaks out into the darkness he was already acclimated to.

”I think you have termites… you should check that out. Also, I am Katherine. Pleasure to meet you?”

His voice, low and in a tone he hoped he wouldn't have to use for at least the year of retreat, rumbled across the space, "You have two seconds to either tell me why you're here or get off my property, Katherine." The word was a warning. The best he could give under the circumstances. He was alive now, because up until this moment, he had always used his best judgement in cases like now. He really didn't want to shoot her. Even if they were blanks. "One." Like a parent threatening a child. His lips pursed and muscles steadied in preparation for the shot.
Bastion Lennox 06/01/16 ”No, no more singing. Though, if you ask nicely, I might scream for you.”

He didn't have the choice of gentlemanly actions as this statement poured from her gorgeous lips, causing him to sputter out the mouthful of perfectly good beer. That was unacceptable. He flushed red. Very rare was it a time when someone could get that reaction out of him. Dear lord. He shifted in his seat and stared at her, his free hand coming to clear away the remnants of amber on his chin. He watched like a stunned mute as she pranced her way up the few steps and began to rock in front of him. This made him nervous. His mind kept replaying the knowledge that he had no gun within arms reach, no means of subduing her besides physical force. She looked small enough to take. He relaxed briefly.

Then she shot into her spanish inquitioning and he resumed his tense posture, wanting nothing more than to slide his tranq gun from its case and give her a straight shot to the neck. That probably wouldn't go over well with the leaders of the Den. His nose twitched and jaw, yet again, set.

”So, why did you choose this place? Do you enjoy your seclusion too? At least you have windows… Oh, do you enjoy television? I do! Survivor comes back in the fall, it is superb. A true showing of humanity. OH! Do you like the Kardashians? I personally think they should be eaten. You might not like television shows, how about games? Do you like games? I have some on my phone that are not easy, but you do not look like someone who has a phone… do you have a ph…”

With every syllable uttered, he cringed away in the smallest fashion. Until he was halfc*cked, sunk in his wicker chair, brows furrowed deeply, the line of his mouth beginning to curve down, and eyes consciously avoiding her gaze. What the hell was happening? Too much. Too fast. Without a single word, he stood and retreated into his cabin, closing the door behind him and turning off the outdoor lights. A click sounded as the deadbolt fastened into place. Jesus.
Bastion Lennox 06/01/16 Navy and indigo covered the clouds as the sun dipped below the horizon, no longer lending its warmth to the Moscow sky. It was a good thing it was summer. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle the weather come winter. When you're used to places like the middle east or southeast asia in the winter, the idea of massive snow fall and being potentionally stuck inside this small cabin made him tense. But it could be worse. It could be a job. Instead, he was placed here for a gap year to take time away from the Agency and re-assert his mental capabilities under the lowest stress possible. That's how he had found the Den. He had searched for a sanctuary in the most remote, opposite-in-all-ways, peaceful place to handle his recovery time. Thus far, it was going okay. But it had only been a week. He was a realist. Chaos comes in waves.

He popped the lid off the beer, a locally sourced brew with a name he couldn't pronounce, and slipped his feet into some comfortable sandals so he could go enjoy the outside air. In a day or two, Jack would be sent up from the quarantine facilities near the airport and he would have his best mate by his side. It had been hell not having the German Shepherd's company since he'd been dropped into Moscow. Only a few more days.

As he sank into the chair on the small porch, he kicked the small metal bucket being used as a makeshift fire pit until he could build out a larger one a few feet from the structure. The small wave of embers lit up his face and blocked his vision temporarily, of that beyond the porch. When it settled and his eyes adjusted to the still-darkening sky, he was stunned to find a woman standing at the base of the short staircase, no more than 10 feet away. No gun, no protection, no advantage. His jaw locked. He stilled and said nothing, the chill of the ice cold beer biting into his palm where he held it tightly.

”Hello, you are very pretty, do you know that?”

Of all the things she could've said, this caught him completely off-guard. When she spoke, he recognized the familiar tones of her speech and took only a moment to place her. She had welcomed him when he first got here; ironic that she should be here, off all the places in Russia she could've been post their brief encounter. He didn't believe in coincidences. A moment passed before his eyes narrowed with amusement and he opened his beer hand to motion towards the other empty chair. "Would you like a beer?" If you can't fight them, which he had come to learn over the last few days that no matter how hard he tried to avoid all of these folks, they were going to spring up on him anyways, join 'em. He needed to get some type of security cameras situated before he would actually feel at ease. So much for seclusion on the farthest part of the property.

"Are you here to sing to me again?" He smiled, the dimples around his mouth catching in the fire light as he brought the bottle to his lips for a sip.
Livia Vlcek 05/31/16 *grumbles*
*wraps herself in 'shadows'*
*walks off with her blanket*
Livia Vlcek 05/31/16 *blinks* Sh!t.
Livia Vlcek 05/31/16 *pouts* Where's the love?! I paid your phone bill for years!!! Do you realise how much calling to the aether costs? It's not cheap...
Livia Vlcek 05/31/16 I don't think you can throw them... *flashes*
Livia Vlcek 05/31/16 I have melons but no limes... did you get bit by a monkey?
Livia Vlcek 05/30/16 *attempts to wrap herself in shadows*
*fails*
*winds up naked beneath a black blanket at Kat's instead* High!
Bastion Lennox 05/03/16 Thank you
Damian Veron 04/24/16 Bad and Dangerous. *nods* Aaaaand the man in the mirror.
*proceeds to do the neh neh*
Damian Veron 04/24/16 *moonwalks back and forth*
Pheenyx 03/17/16 Thanks for the spare change, Love.
You were successful in stealing $236.00 from Katherine Murray.
Mackenzie 01/31/16 Kat, this is us... now. Seriously.
John Doe 01/28/16 John Doe Fact #519: John Doe once challenged Lance Armstrong to a 'who has more testicles' contest. John Doe won by 5.
Jackson McCarthy 01/27/16 *returns the highfive, though slightly confused*
*laughs*
I cannae disagree with that!
Mackenzie 01/19/16 We have personal boundaries? Oh.. um... see, here I thought that we were past all that... awkwaaaaard.
Mackenzie 01/14/16 Three quid? When did you get so cheap? Lord.
Mackenzie 08/26/15 To: KitKat
Text: Oye. Why did the Scottish rebrand whiskey?
Solomon King 08/23/15 *awakens with flowery beard*
*happens to not look in the mirror that morning*
*walks around all day like a lumberjack hippie*
Ransom Porter 08/12/15 Kitten, would you like to get some coffee? Or something stronger?
I definitely need my Kat fix...
Mackenzie 08/09/15 Mackenzie spies a gorgeous head of hair. Yes. That hair. That golden hair of pure amazing. Walking up behind the woman, she leans forward, takes in an obnoxious breath, and whispers, "Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious."
Shayden Rayne 10/28/14 *strolls through and paints the roses red...*
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