Post by nyx on Dec 23, 2010 8:06:25 GMT -4
Great. Nyx had been circling her prey when a rivet drove right down between her and her target, landing close to her left foot. Nyx’s back nearly hunched in disappointment as she looked up - eyes aflame with the most pissed of look she could muster as a freak show hopped out of the shadows. Nyx siged, moving her head incredulously. As if this day couldn’t get any fucking worse. It took all her strength to prevent a snarl of disgust from ripping through her throat and interrupting the silence as this girl attempted whimsical movements in her long, draping coat. Her words were fumbling out amongst the stale air, and Nyx nearly laughed as she heard her riddled words. Nyx was not impressed.
The goggles were a bit cheesy too, in Nyx’s opinion. All of these things to get angry about, and nothing to let her frustration out on. It all was extremely annoying to her. This wasn’t a word game, it never was about the words. It was the prize in the end, it was about the blood lust that ran through Nyx so thick it almost stopped her heart from beating when she managed to snag a kill. There was nothing like the power one felt after watching your opponent fall - lifeless amongst the corpses of decay. It all was so tantalizing to Nyx that she wanted nothing more than to feel that recoil her Beretta gave off, maybe even a light misting of blood as the bullet contacted the skin in an otherworldly explosion of human flesh and metal.
And in this moment of time, Nyx was becoming antsy. The girl placed her white slender hand on Emily’s shoulder and led her back away from them both. Slade and Nyx both looking on like a duo of hungry alligators. Both ready to strike and attack - yet Slade hadn’t done much yet. He just seemed all too eager to see them wrestling with bikini’s on in a mud pit.
She rolled her eyes in disgust, and looped her way - watching as Emily stayed trained on her. With the darkness to her back, she almost wanted to sneak back into it. To dance with the shadows once more; but any move to where Emily’s eyes couldn’t see her would have to be quick to change position or she was likely to have limb blown straight off. Even though Nyx didn’t have too much self-preservation when it came to her life, and the lives of others; she’d rather keep all four limbs intact and of use. It was to her benefit that she do so.
Find this situation irritating, to say the least - Nyx rolled her eyes and scoffed at them both. "Okay, listen." she growled - pointing her shotgun at the two of them so that a bullet would hit either of them; and her Beretta aimed directed to Emily. "Lets quit with the bullshit talking. I need to fucking shoot someone, god fucking damn it all" she said, her temper rising. The need to shoot something, to inflict pain upon another was so heavy in her mind she was pretty sure she’d shoot Slade right now if she needed to. It was that addicting feeling, she needed her fix of death. The dosage she’d had the last time hadn’t even been enough to suffice her for a week.
Two overly friendly males about three days ago had bumped into her and hooted and hollered. They called her baby, and touched her ass the way Slade had; with a complete lust. She took theirs and it only made her own lust grow stronger. But it wasn’t sex that was on her mind this time, it had been the feeling of ending one’s life. And she’d been granted two opportunities. One more cruel than the other.