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Misery Martinique ♣
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The Smack Down [Vic]
« Thread Started on Sept 14, 2009, 8:35am »

When Misery came to a halt at a red light, she hauled the bag sitting on the passenger seat into her lap and rummaged through it until she found her wallet. It was horribly thin, and the witch bit into her bottom lip as she thumbed through it and counted what was left of her cash.
Groaning in disappointment she tossed the wallet back into the seat and put the petal to the metal without waiting on the green signal; nearly causing traffic coming from the other direction to smash into her white jeep. There was hardly anything left of what she’d made from her last break-in job and not only was rent on the magic shop and the upper floor apartment due any day, the contractors that had been working on her bayou home for ages were putting pressure on her for more money too.

God, if only she had the patience for a ‘real job’; not to mention something other than potion making and thieving in her forte. The store was on a constant roller coaster when it came to income. Sometimes the store was packed daily with people needing love potions and voodoo dolls; other times she didn’t have a single customer in there for days at a time. It was altogether disheartening.

Misery’s chocolate eyes scanned the busy evening crowd that had begun lining up in front of restaurants and the pubs boasting ‘two for one’ drink specials for early birds.
Maybe if she took a little drive to the suburban part of town she’d get lucky find an empty house ripe for the picking. A few jewels and maybe a nifty little electronic game from the kid’s room would get her enough to make it until she could find something more substantial.

Okay, so now her mood was improving. The witch loved a good game of ‘breaking and entering’. It was dangerous and exciting; the kind of thrill that got her heart pumping just as much as a good tumble in the sack. She laughed to herself at that last thought. Please, who was she kiddin’?
It was then her gaze flickered to a garish florescent sign off to her right. It was one of those stadiums where they held professional and amateur wrestling and boxing matches. The sign displayed a few names, with two on top in bold lettering; apparently the highlight of the evening’s events. Her dark eyebrow lofted as an easier way to make some cash came to mind.

You could bet on those matches, and how easy would it be to work a little magic on the opponent who she needed to loose? This was going to be easy as pie.

Pulling into the car park at the back of the building Misery rummaged through a duffle in the back of the jeep until she found the components she needed to fix up a non fatal hex bag. The witch ran a brush through her wind tousled locks; smoothed out the wrinkles in her cream colored linen dress, and slipped on a pair of flats that had been shoved under the seat.

She paid the measly fee to get into the joint, placed her bets on one of the fighters and then easily slipped into the room of man she’d just bet against. Not only was this a piece of cake, but it was a rich and delicious red velvet cake; her absolute favorite.

After that business was taken care of Misery pushed her way into the front row just and glared down a man in a business suit that had the audacity to argue that she was sittin’ in his space. Once the man realized there would be no arguing with the hard-headed woman, he took the spot two spaces down and let her settle in and get comfortable.

A sly grin was spread across her face as the two fighters took to the ring. Oh yeah. Piece of cake with ice-cream on the side.

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Re: The Smack Down [Vic]
« Reply #1 on Sept 15, 2009, 1:21am »

The night was fresh and promising. Victor was out enjoying a small casual walk after cracking a poor defenseless girls neck. He'd had his way with her, not a sound from her to be heard and then left her with a floppy noggin for the cops to find. Having his way with her was in this case the vicious blood spilling version not the rough 'er up in the naughty way. Here he was, walking down the street when he sees a white jeep come blazing down the street clear from a red light just down the way.

The woman in the jeep was a blur as she passed and the direction she was going in was instantly appealing to Victor. To make things even better there was a boxing stadium down the road. The perfect chance for him to kill someone and try and attract a woman. Carnal urges were a pain for Victor but his host got restless when he didn't appease them. A demon appeasing a host? Who would have known. Normally it was easy but the urges kicked in like mad when the woman in the jeep blew by.

He turned and paced down the street, giving people glares and skeptical looks every once in a while to get them to stop staring at him. He was dressed in a casual set of jeans and a t-shirt under a black leather jacket. Why would he be wearing a leather jacket on a warm night? It was something that made him look better. Or at least his host. The host was the allure, his charm was all he really had to work. Normally it sufficed.

Upon entering the stadium Victor dragged one of the guards off to the back alley, cracked his thick dumb skull and pulled on his uniform coat. He returned and waved himself in saying he was off for the night. In the next second he noticed the woman his host craved walk towards one of the boxer's rooms. Interesting plans came to Victor's mind. She was obviously not going to visit the boxer since she left almost as fast as she entered but Victor had a feeling she was not being friendly with the boxer. So he slid into the other boxer's room, punched him out, snapped his neck and walked out towards the stage. No one had seen him go in and no one saw him come out. Clean.

The next part of the plan was to find out what the gig was. She might be betting on the boxer she'd been breaking and entering against. Or she could be betting against him. Victor didn't care this was going to be an easy fight. Before the bell even rang Victor was watching as the other boxer threw weak half assed punches that missed every time. Something was up and Victor had caught on. Hex bag. This chick was a witch and a good one. All the better for Victor in a part of the run.

Taking a under punch to the stomach Victor faked a doubling over and then in a flash pulled back his left arm and planted a heavy left hook into the boxer's gut. How did Victor get into the ring without anyone noticing you ask? Well apparently the boxer he'd killed hadn't been seen entering the stadium and well no one knew what he looked like. So a guy in jeans wearing no t-shirt and a pair of black socks wasn't much for anyone to complain about was it? Victor took another fist back and planted a right hook into the boxer's face only to watch him plummet in slow motion towards the ring platform.

Victor cracked a smirk, looked directly up at the witch and winked even though she probably couldn't see it. This match was already over and the boxer standing back up didn't make it seem like it was going to end any time soon.

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Re: The Smack Down [Vic]
« Reply #2 on Sept 21, 2009, 7:39am »

It wasn’t that Misery was evil, but having been so very secluded as a child in the swamps of the bayou, she had never been exposed to such things as boxing and ultimate fighting and the like. She was so very eager to watch the two grown men beat one another to a pulp for the sake of entertainment. Her heart was pumping like a freight train in anticipation of the match, and she squirmed uncomfortably in the tight stadium seat; unable to find a relaxed position. The witch settled on pulling one leg underneath her and sitting sort of twisted in the seat. Of course, this made it easier to feel the persistent kicking coming from a preteen sitting directly behind her, and she twisted around, narrowing her dark gaze. The floppy haired boy stopped the moment Misery turned around and gave him the most threatening of her evil eyes.

Satisfied her point had been made the witch turned back around just in time for the announcer’s voice over the loud speaker as the challengers made their way into the ring.
Misery couldn’t help but clap in excitement. There was bound to be blood for the two men were very large and well buffed. Miz wondered which one was which, but knew the moment the match begun Mr. Hex-bag would be the fighter getting’ the tar beat outta’ him.

Crossing her arms over her chest with an impish grin spread across her face Misery settled back to watch the fight begin. It didn’t take long to figure out who had been cursed, as the other opponent had his adversary doubling over in pain. Misery clapped like an excited school girl (which was odd since technically she had never been to school) and couldn’t help but bounce around in the seat.

Suddenly the tides turned, and the boxer that had been taking a beating was unexpectedly the victor. The dark haired witch met his eyes, and her brow was wrinkled in confusion when he actually winked at her. What the hell?!

Everyone in the audience leapt to their feet as thunderous applause rang out all around her. The referee had bounded into the ring to count the guy out, and was at the champion’s side, his hand held high in the air.

What had just happened? Misery was practically the only person left sitting as the spectators began to pile out. She couldn’t figure out who she had bet on, what with the sudden turn around during the match. And that wink. Who was this guy? Had her hex bag not worked? Was she loosing her mojo?
No, that most definitely could -not- be the case!

She was going to collect some winnings from somewhere. If it had to be from the pocket of the boxer, then so be it.

Livid, the witch finally darted up out of her seat and followed the boxer as he seemingly tried to slip out of the stadium unnoticed. Her face was pinched with annoyance as she grabbed his arm to pull him to a stop.
“Hey! Who the hell are you?” Misery requested of him without an amiable greeting first. She never did care for amiable greetings. Not when her money was at stake.

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ack! sorry it took me so long. RL and work got in the way

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