So I'll try to have these done every Wed or Tues night, because that tends to be the only guaranteed time I'll have to do it. >_> Y'all have the whole week to respond, though
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OPEN (Word count: 286)calibornJuly 30 2009, 06:42:49 UTC
A hiss of released steel.
The gentlemen were still chuckling in their little group, safe and unknowing, all but one turned away from her. Amusement and drink warmed the air around them, and the sounds of the party in the rest of the ballroom seemed to dull in her ears as she stilled, collecting herself.
"She was a wild one," The Tall One had reflected, with a satisfied smirk. "Hard to hold down."
"I'd imagine. The lower class have always been a fair bit more rough around the edges."
"Was it worth it?" The one with the blue bow tie asked, curious in a scholarly fashion.
"Not really," The Tall One remarked, regretfully; he didn't notice the woman in black who had suddenly stopped, trembling, behind him. "But she needed to be taught her lesson."
Her little sister.
The Tall One was still smiling when the slim blade glinted and separated his head from his neck.
She really should have waited until the party had died down. That had been the original plan, insomuch as she had planned this at all. Somewhere, though, the plan had gotten lost.
The head made a very satisfying thwack as it hit the polished marble floor, a vivid red coat suddenly flooding into existence. The light twinkled merrily off of the red liquid, in time with the music. It took a moment, but she smiled as the gentlemen finally seemed to see her, their uncomprehending gazes lifting from the red-washed tiles to her waiting eyes. The woven leather of the hilt was soft and light in her grip, and she lifted the cold blade, stepping over the body and into their smug little circle.
The gentlemen were still chuckling in their little group, safe and unknowing, all but one turned away from her. Amusement and drink warmed the air around them, and the sounds of the party in the rest of the ballroom seemed to dull in her ears as she stilled, collecting herself.
"She was a wild one," The Tall One had reflected, with a satisfied smirk. "Hard to hold down."
"I'd imagine. The lower class have always been a fair bit more rough around the edges."
"Was it worth it?" The one with the blue bow tie asked, curious in a scholarly fashion.
"Not really," The Tall One remarked, regretfully; he didn't notice the woman in black who had suddenly stopped, trembling, behind him. "But she needed to be taught her lesson."
Her little sister.
The Tall One was still smiling when the slim blade glinted and separated his head from his neck.
She really should have waited until the party had died down. That had been the original plan, insomuch as she had planned this at all. Somewhere, though, the plan had gotten lost.
The head made a very satisfying thwack as it hit the polished marble floor, a vivid red coat suddenly flooding into existence. The light twinkled merrily off of the red liquid, in time with the music. It took a moment, but she smiled as the gentlemen finally seemed to see her, their uncomprehending gazes lifting from the red-washed tiles to her waiting eyes. The woven leather of the hilt was soft and light in her grip, and she lifted the cold blade, stepping over the body and into their smug little circle.
Well, now was as good a time as any.
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