<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry for the short post, I think I'm developing some kind of writers block...</td></tr></table> Turmoil felt those spiny, skeletal hands close around his neck, squeezing, almost hindering his breath, but not quite. A huge mistake had been made, but was it Turmoil or his captor who had made it? "More like the wrong place at the right time." He was stalling for time, feeling his opponent up, as much as he could from his disadvantaged position. The adrenaline was rushing to his brain, making it harder to think of anything but attempting to rip this person -the enemy- into pieces. Giving in to that urge would mean swift and certain death, he knew that.
May new that her first tactic wasn’t going to be getting her anywhere soon, well other then dead on her back in the ditch. But the only thing that was stopping her at the moment was the look in Asp eye, mainly she wasn’t comfortable with it being so close to her. At it seemed that as soon as she looked into the eye and chill ran down her left leg. She wasn’t sure what it was but it made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Strange things were going on tonight, and she was now a part of them. She watched closely as Macabre grab the throat of the new comer and was almost happy to be in the arms of Asp instead of his. She listened to the exchange of words between the too. She was going to have to change her attitude towards the situation now or it would be too late. Instead of trying to resist the touch of Asp head on her shoulder she lead her own wet head on it side on hers, then rapped her arm around her captor waist as she stood and watched the two males. <span style='color:9933ff'>“His no friend of mine. No lover of mine would walk into a tree and into the hands of some one like yourself, Macabre."</span> She knew that she wasn’t helping the other fellow out in any way. But she really didn’t want to have to make a connection between him and her. She didn’t want to be responsible to what happened to him right now. She wasn’t on duty, then again when was she ever off? She put and fake smile on her face in a joking manner. Not sure how the other two would react to her change of face.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td> I have apathy! -_- sorry for the crappy post. Depression is evil. And prozac is an angry pill of hate stuffed with the crack-dust of hell and the crushed spines of the stillborn. Just so yah know. x.x</td></tr></table> Asphyxia mentally smirked at Kealar's sudden change of face. Her right hand slithered up from around the other femme's waist to idly brush through Kealar's hair. <span style='color:gray'>"My my my... What brings on the sudden change of heart sweetling?" </span>she crooned, a sly smile twisting her lips. She pet the side of the smaller girl's head, in a way that was not dissimilar to an owner stroking a beloved pet. Kaiyaki seemed to like his new vantage point, and the glowing red pits that served as his eyes appraised his host. Deciding that the girl was suitable, he turned his gaze towards the commotion Macabra and the newcomer were making. Macabre seemed to have successfully eliminated any threat to his pet that this...'Turmoil' may have posed. Content that there was no danger for the present time, the wraith lazily inspected the surface of Kealar's leg with a forked tongue that resembled a trailing whisp of black smoke that swept over the material of her pants. Asp smiled in the direction of Macabre and Turmoil, drawing a sort of sadistic glee from the the whole scene. Her eerie eyes seemed to glint in the near black of the night, A soft chuckle rattled up from within her narrow ribcage, although only Kealar and Kaiyaki could hear it, as the rain was still steadily beating, drowning out most noise.
