Home Sweet Hell

[Lissachoa]

hmm...sounds familure......

[Murduck]

(( Fooshabah. ))

*He glared furiously at her*

I said get out. While you have the chance..

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((..XDDDD >_______< XD )8 You're so LAME god. ;-; ))

Tis a common reaction, when you have been beaten down to nothing. *She rubs her chin.*

I am done observing. He can be changed. But it will be slow, as 1314 said.

1314: HAH!

Oh quiet you. -_-

[Lissachoa]

That's it...

*with that I walk into the Bago and Grabs Lissa up by her arms and helps her ouf of the Winne*

[Murduck]

fool! you were so close. whose shall you claim now if its not your own that you seek? whose?? you do not deserve to have whats left of your humanity. you will remain nothing! nothing!!

*His hair, cowering his dead eyes, block the insane look growing from within. The voices won't stop. The images are still there. What point was there in living when the faith is the same as always?*

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Kekeke. *She steps in and walks cooly towards Murdoc, intimidating and daunting, and sadistic. Perfect to deal with a typical masochist.*

Get up you lazy bastard. Get up!!

[Marie]

*her body was numb and shivering, limp in weakness and lost in what ever thought she might of had, as Lissachoa lets her go, Lissa just flops down to the ground, unable to stand up or even look up from teh ground*

....w-w-what's going on...w-whhy are you both...how did? I...

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Kekeke. I've gotta hand it to you, dead one. You really rock the boat, and you know how.

I could use an insolent, heartless maniac like you. *She rubbed her chin, letting out a devious grin.* The devil with your family and your life, you're now my puppet. Kekekeee.

[Murduck]

*He gets up slowly , picking up the knife, his eyes still blocked by his hair*

I am a slave to no man. *he growled and launches an attack at Ammy*

[Lissachoa]

*looks down at Lissa with a somewhat angery expression*

Dont ask questions....

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(( English badding please. 8l Aiyoyo your grammar terrible man.))

*With ease, she grabs his fist and twists it, pinning it to his back, and she forces him back on his knees, removing the knife from his grubby hands.*

If you ever try that with me, I will send you back, I will. *She whispered in his ear, before letting him fall back on the ground.*

Bold little imp.

1314: This is going too far..

[Murduck]

(( Shut yo mouth, foo. ))

*He picks himself up, glowering at her*

Send me back, then.

[Marie]

*she try's to bring herself to her feet as she finaly looks up*

What did you do? What have you done, he's not himself, He's not Murdoc, what have you done?

[Lissachoa]

I said Shut up.....

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Kekeke. Pity is the masochist that begs for suffering. Pity is he, for he is a fool..

*She smiled a wicked smile and picked up the metal rod once again, gripping it tightly.*

1314:...WHAT ARE YOU DOING??

[ Last test. Mortality.

*With one tough swing, she smacks the side of his head hard, striking him down.*

Do you want more, Mr Niccals? *She bent over him, smiling.*