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Posts : 34
Join date : 2013-01-06
Age : 31
Location : In the clouds and far away

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Character Name: Eva Mahn
Tribe: Get of Fenris
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20130519
PostA Knife Under Velvet

Music for this Blog - Kosheen - Hide U (Erphun's Exposed Remix) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gk-Mnipm4IA[/url]


Eva had always loved the rushing feel of the wind in her hair, she stayed with the very true fact in her own heart that riding her bike had always been better than flying. Speeding along the highway she dipped her body into the turns and avoidance of the cars making their way to their normal lives. She barely looked at the people inside, just generic people.

She found herself smile under the skull bandanna over her nose and mouth. "Thank Gaia.." she mumbled to herself, she might not like her job so much all the time.. but she never had to deal with being 'Normal' revving the engine she overtook, diving in and out of the fastest lanes of the highway. She knew she had to be at her destination, and soon. Running out of time was not something she wished, picking up more speed she delved into the skills she had required behind a bike's bar-handles. Her natural hazel and green eyes flicking up slowly at the signs above her, the airport.. finally, the turn off coming up and fast on her right, dodging a truck with the Honda Shadow Phantom, the truck's horn blaring behind her, startling the driver with her speed and precision of her maneuver.

Lowering her body a little into her bike, she continued at fast pace towards the airport, shooting through the very first few seconds of a red light with little care, the zipping sounds of cars she took over soaring past her ears as her long platinum hair flickered and whipped against the wind, beating over the soft leather of her jacket, this time.. plain.. not a single sigil of the Hounds in sight. The thunderous engine groaned at it's mistress as she slowed, as if it did not wish her to do so. Her head turning to see what was around before speeding over to the parking lots of the vast airport, the rupturing of the skies and air sounding around her as aircraft took off and landed, passenger upon passenger making their routes around the place.

Ev killed the engine of her black and chrome bike, pulling it up onto the kickstand and sliding from it's body slowly, standing on her heavily booted feet, she kept on the skull bandanna over her nose and mouth, her aviator shades over her eyes, her gloved hands pulling a bag from the back of the bike and leaning it up over the shoulder of her black leather clad body. Slipping her keys into her back pocket she walked with wide stride past the security guards, one of them narrowing his eyes spotting Eva but his attention seemed hard to keep as he looked off, trying to drag his eyes back to the black leather'ed woman. Soon however he lost sight of her in the crowd.

Eva leant her back against the wall, letting the supernatural take effect, she slipped past the door of the disabled bathroom at quick and silent pace, avoiding the mainstream of cameras, always harder in places like this, however using just a touch to her capabilities she smiles under her bandanna being able to blur herself for unclear shots in the video captures.

Pulling the bandanna free from her face she locked the door of the bathroom and turned looking around the white clinical cubical. Tossing down her bag, she unzipped her jacket, shrugging it from her shoulders, kicking off her heavy black boots, the silver buckles making a soft clink of a sound as she moved them out of her way, looking in the mirror as her hands slide down to her leather armored pants, unfastening them and sliding them from her body, soon her black vest top following.

She looked back to the mirror, clicking the bones of her wrist, tying back her long hair, she washed her face, taking a breath at the freezing water against her skin. Leaning down to open the bag, she slid a suit cover from it, carefully laid inside. Hanging it from the back of the door, a pair of black high heel followed out of the bag. Eva dressed, a simple and yet elegant black dress, her height growing over the heels adoring her feet, leaning close to the mirror, she slowly refreshed her pale skin, making herself look more feminine than she had done since her wedding to Fredrick. Pale shimmer over her pinkened lips that she rubbed together looking over her face in the mirror, she barely recognized herself, sliding on a knee length grey dress-coat, she slicked back her hair into a smooth braid, laying against the curve of her spine and hanging to the small of her back. looking at her phone she knew she did not have long. Quickly packing her belongings into the bag, she slid out from the door of the bathroom and placed her sunglasses back over her eyes, the security guards did glance her way this time but in nothing of the same fashion. Locking her bag up into one of the security lockers, she spun the keys on their key-ring around her long pale finger, walking for the arrivals lounge.

Long stride upon long stride, her heels clicking over the shined floors of the terminal. Many people walking around, looking over the boards for directions of gates and terminals, Eva seemed to ghost through the crowds. The long braid flowing behind her, her hands in her pockets as she walked with a renewed feminine sway, the smells of coffee and baked bread moving through the air as she passed the multitude of cafes and vendors, nothing there taking her interest. Her eyes flicking over the signposts, Eva snaked her way through the terminal, the sounds of those black high heels echoing around the passageways. She seemed to not be seen by many and those who did look upon her seemed to have a hard time doing so for long.

Swaying her body she avoided a mother of 4 with young children, calling to the most wayward of her sons who strode ahead of their little group. Eva felt her eyes linger on the woman, she was small.. blonde.. quite pretty.. the children a few years older than Eva's own 3. Eva blinked her eyes, her brow giving a soft furrow at the tenderness the mother showed her children, like some haunting reminder that life could be so different.

Finally making it to the arrival's gate she stood in wait, people with balloons and cards, jumping on one another and hugging each other close in greeting, kisses exchanged in the grip of embrace. Eva stood emotionless, trying to not let the "love" bother her. Her hands in her pockets and her shades over her eyes, she just watched, waiting.. knowing something was coming.

Eva was not disappointed, there he was.. the tall man, his hair shock white, his face handsome and yet a hard sharpness to his expression, his body adorned in a fine suit of a midnight inky darkest blue, the shirt white and the tie silver and navy blue. his hands at his side, a briefcase in one of them, he looked like a man who was ruthless, just having that air to him, his gaze was piercing, intimidating, people avoided the man's way, stealing glances and quickly moving away.. wow.. that rage.

Eva took a slow breath through her nose, the Silver Fang man's breeding shone like the sun, much the same as one other Eva knew. Eva slid down her sunglasses along the bridge of her nose, her eyes shooting the Fang a glance of the hypnotic seering blue. Target met.

Eva turned and started walking away from the arrival's gate, feeling her smoothed lips curl into slowed smile as the sound of heavier footsteps echoed behind her. Eva turned the corner, moving for a small passageway she knew has works being done to it's structure. stopping to seemingly gaze out of the window. Her eyes flickered over the runway, the sight of the vast Boeings moving around in their formations and gates, delivering and picking up their cargoes and passengers.

The air here was cool, the air conditioning keeping the slightest chill to their air. it was not long before the heavier footsteps halted behind her, Eva's eyes slanted to the side, though not turning around nor speaking, She could feel his gaze appraising her, the soft tap against her shoulder of a manila envelope. She raised her hand to take it from him, slowly turning to face the vast Silver Fang before her. Her eyes down at the envelope. Not opening it here.

"This everything?" she asked smoothly, letting her voice's natural tones come from her throat, showing confidence towards the man.

"Everything you are going to need.." his tone caressed like velvet on bare skin, Eva felt her own body tingle just slightly over a shoulder, ooh i bet he uses that a lot, she thought to herself. That power of smooth voice and tone to pray onto people he needed anything from.. she could see that. Eva slid off her sunglasses slowly, her eyes still their crazed blue in color as they met the ice cold eyes of the intimidating man towering over her. Eva did not back down nor showed the man her reservations or her nerves. It had been a while after all.. and this was not something she could mess up. The man's eyes narrowed at her looking over her face as if expecting something. Eva kept him waiting, something he did not like but it was purely for Eva's own enjoyment. Eva nodded once, turning her elegant form and starting to walk off back into the airport's main body, she stopped at the sound of the man's voice coming to her ears again.

"Do not fail me.." he spoke, his body tensed, there was certainly a knife under that velvet of his voice, his shoulder held tight in the way that meant aggression. Eva found her lip pull into a slow smile as she slid back on those shades over her eyes, turning to walk off once again.

"Of course not Sir Morningkill.."
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