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Post by Caira Corona on Jun 27, 2008 7:59:44 GMT 1
Ryce and Caira had to get out of New York City; it just wasn't the place for them anymore. They knew that trouble was brewing if they stayed; Caira's home had very nearly been sacrificed during her last encounter. She had to go, and take Ryce with her. The two of them would venture out into the coastal regions of England, where there was rumored to be a place where slayers thrived. Through one of her more reliable contacts, Caira had acquired an approximate location of the storied facilities. Ryce and Caira soon landed in London. “So this is it, this is where the queen sits on her thrown and watches as her country gets ripped to shreds by the most powerful vampires around,” Caira said condescendingly. Ryce did not wish to tell her that he was soaking up the culture and felt right at home. They had planned it out; Caira would move to the Slayer Head Quarters while Ryce stayed in London, doing research and possibly sneaking in a few courses at the local universities. The trip to the spot which Caira had now confirmed was the headquarters was long and drawn out. Upon arrival, she got out and tipped the cabbie, stood mesmerized and said, “Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout.” She had waited a long time to match her skills with other slayers, and didn’t want to waste any time. She turned a corner, and heard some rustling that sounded unfriendly. “Are you serious? Already something’s up and I haven’t even been here for two seconds yet,” she said as she dropped her bag and sprinted towards the source of the noise. Caira was always taking it upon herself to try and intervene with things, disregarding the fact that the other slayers were probably just as independent as she was. Not aware that she had entered the training dorm, Caira continued to seek out the source of the noises. She peered out from behind a wall and noticed a young Asian girl who seemed to be running from something Caira could not see. This baffled her, and she was tempted to walk away, this girl was wasting her time. “This place is getting crazy already. Five minutes here and some chick is running around like a schoolgirl running from freaking Godzilla when there’s nothing even there. What is this place?”
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Post by Summer Kim on Jul 2, 2008 4:44:09 GMT 1
"Crap, crap, crap, crap!" seventeen-year-old Summer Kim groaned as she smashed open a heavy wooden door and took refuge behind it. This whole program run by magic thing appeared easier in writing. She probably should have started training in the regular training room, with stakes and cross bows, and watchers. But no, what was the story of Summer Kim's life? Make things harder than they have to be. That's what she was known for.
"Open the door girl!" A gruff voice spoke, cool and collected, from the other side of wood. The vampires in this program seemed to be a lot tougher to fight then any of the ones that she ever encountered, but perhaps that's because she only encountered stupid New York City vampires who never really seemed to know what they were doing. Maybe these were some super old European vampires who dated back to the fifteenth century and who really knew how to kill a slayer. Maybe she should have started slow.
She gave quick furtive glances around her, trying in vain to find some sort of weapon. She lost a stake a while back when the vampire crashed through a window and tackled her. She had spent the last five minutes running frantically around an abandoned dormitory looking for somewhere to hide.
"I really, really, really hate vampires," Summer cried, trying to calm her breathing and stay in focus. This was all ridiculous, she was a slayer! More specifically she was a vampire slayer! This should be a piece of cake, this should be simple, this should be finished.
"ROAR!" there was a crash, and suddenly Summer was face to face with her worst nightmare.
With all the strength she had left Summer kicked hard at the vampire and then turned in a fury, tossing a large wooden table in the path on the monster. Then, she ran toward the chairs that had surrounded the table and snapped off a leg.
"This should work just fine!" Summer shouted as she ran at the creature, climbed up onto the table and slammed the stake into the vampire's chest.
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Post by Caira Corona on Jul 2, 2008 20:28:33 GMT 1
Caira tried to get a better angle on the situation from a different location closer to the commotion. “Maybe this girl wasn’t crazy after all,” she said to herself after peeking around the corner once more. It seemed there was an odd looking vampire staring this girl down, and it seemed like it was winning. Caira didn’t know whether to step in or not, and once she made the decision to do something, the room went cold. “Ah!” Caira screamed after something had placed its hand on her shoulder. She turned around to reveal a cloaked vampire, who uprooted her and threw her across the dorm. This vampire had the same strange appearance as the one her counterpart was squaring off against, but she didn’t have time to think about what was going on. Before she could get up, the vampire was standing over her, delivering another crushing blow to her midsection. This fight was looking grim for Caira, but she leapt to her feet just in time to avoid a fist to her temple. The vampire’s fist went straight into the cinder block wall, giving Caira the chance to grab his wrist. She twisted it, pulled his arm out of the wall, and hoisted him close to where the other girl was fighting. “This would be a lot easier if you weren’t fighting back,” she said to the cloaked being which she was having obvious trouble getting rid of. She had dropped her bag by the door so she didn’t have any of her stakes, and had to make due. As she walked slowly towards her opponent, she caught a sharp blow from a vampire accidentally thrown her way. It didn’t seem to phase her, as she jumped up and grabbed a steel rod hanging from the ceiling. She took a swing at her opponent unsuccessfully; then jammed the thing straight across and into his heart. She stood, breathing heavily and bleeding from her abdomen, wondering if this girl was going to ask for help or take it upon herself to finish the job. Just then, the girl had slain her opponent and the room fell silent. All that could be heard at this point was the loud beating of two young slayers’ hearts, after fierce battles with the enemy. Caira still seemed baffled by the unusual appearance of the vampires, but didn’t worry much more about it.
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Post by Summer Kim on Jul 2, 2008 21:26:20 GMT 1
"Look out!" Summer yelled, having turned around and realizing that there was another girl in the room, along with a six foot seventeen cloaked vampire who looked like he meant business.
"You can't use metal to slay a vampire!" She called, flipping off the table and landing with a light pat on the ground. She swung her leg out from underneath her and collided with another chair, smashing off a leg.
"Use this!" Summer tossed the broken leg to the girl and then stood up. Her heart was beating fast, too fast, and she knew it was probably best to sit down...but by the look of all the broken chairs, that didn't really seem like an option.
Summer knew that the spell she had had activated did not only generate two vampires, and she knew that she should be breaking apart some more chairs and crafting some quick stakes before another vampire attacked, but the girl in front of her was keeping her rooted to the spot. She was strong, powerful, with a good left hook and a terrific body...
"Get a hold of yourself Summer," she silently scolded herself, "remember what happened last time?"
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Post by Caira Corona on Jul 3, 2008 4:18:31 GMT 1
Caira was walking towards the other end of the room, nearing the other girl, when she heard a noise. "Are you fu...." She was belted across the floor by the swing of the steel rod she had tried to use against the quietly gigantic vampire. She tried to return to her feet, one...two...three times unsuccessfully. She was bleeding heavily from a gash spanning her face and running parallel to her nose, he had just nearly missed her eye. The other girl tossed Caira a chair leg just as she regained her footing. "Thanks Chica," she said with a wink. She got a running start at the giant, and took a quick swing, but was taken out of the air and knocked on her back. This was like no other fight she had been in, this dude was serious. "What the hell are you made out of?!" She screamed, as she crawled to the feet of the vampire who had caused her so many problems thus far. She clocked him in the jaw and then dove on top of him, shoving the chair leg into his chest. "I s'pose the chair leg did work better," she said, walking towards the door with a swagger known to few outside of Harlem.
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Post by Summer Kim on Jul 3, 2008 5:54:10 GMT 1
"God, are you alright?" Summer yelled tearing the sleeve off her t-shirt and making a quick bandage. "That guy really did a number on you."
She took the piece of fabric and started to dab the blood running down the girl's face. She noticed that she was bleeding from her midsection as well, and although the wounds were purely magical in nature, they still probably hurt like hell.
"This place really means business, doesn't it?" Summer joked, cracking a sly grin. "I mean, back in New York I fought vampires all the time, in fact most of the time, okay pretty much didn't have a life other than slaying vampires--" Summer stopped herself and grinned, ashamed, she always seemed to say too much, "But enough about me, what about you? Despite these battle scars you really did have some good moves." From her crouched position she smiled up at the girl and locked on with her hazel eyes. "I'm Summer."
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Post by Caira Corona on Jul 5, 2008 23:55:47 GMT 1
Caira was far too used to people joking at her expense, and didn’t crack a smile at the joking nature of the girl attempting only to help her. She took slaying very seriously, especially when she gets her ass handed to her by a giant vampire wanting nothing more than to kill her. “Listen, I know you’re just trying to help, but I can take care of myself.” She stared Summer square in the eyes, and ran her fingers across the wound on her midsection. “I got myself into this mess, I’ll get myself out.” She got up, dusted off her bloody clothing, and looked down at Summer. “Listen chica,” she said somewhat casually, “I’m from Harlem, we do things by ourselves, with ourselves, and for ourselves.” Caira approached the double doors, knowing that the girl was probably baffled by her indifference. “Oh, and thanks for the shirt sleeve, I’ll get it back to you. There has to be some crazy Home-Ec chick around here somewhere who can fix that.” She smiled as she walked through the doors; she didn’t mind the girl but had a reputation to establish. These slayers didn’t know anything of Caira Corona, how bad of an impression would it make if she made nice with someone so quick off the bat? Caira knew she’d be seeing Summer again very soon, so she didn’t think anything of the encounter, but Summer seemed considerably different than the others she had met prior to coming to the training facilities. New York? She had lived in New York and never seen Summer before in her life, so how did they miss each other?
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Post by Summer Kim on Jul 7, 2008 5:23:23 GMT 1
"Hey, I was just trying to--" Summer started, taken aback by the girl's cold stare and quick retort. "Never mind, it doesn't even matter. I mean, as soon as we leave magic spells will heal us anyway, so really I just ripped my shirt for no reason. It's cool, don't worry about fixing it, I look better sleeveless anyway." She shrugged the girl off, trying to remember that being a slayer was not about making friends, besides all the friends she did have she managed to hurt anyway. Still, she couldn't turn off what she was feeling towards this particular slayer. There was something about her...but Summer guessed she wouldn't get to find out, at least not anytime soon. The girl seemed to be pretty set in her ways, she figured Harlem could do that to a person.
For now she just brushed her dark hair out of her eyes and tied it back into place, a neat bun on the top of her head. She scooped up the scattered contents of her bag, clutching at her sketchbook, and then quietly assembled herself. Then, raising her head, she stood up and exited the room. Mysterious girl and dangerous training room, for now, would be things of the past.
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