take me, i'm alive ~ colbzzzz

[LightningϟStrife]

Riviera, had been bored; and that was never good for anyone.

And so, with a little help from Tony (the cheeky bastard), she'd opened a little.. business. Nothing extravagant, nothing too out there, but enough to earn her a little cash. Things were going well--that is, until, a certain blue fledgling called Lightning Strife had stormed into her room, hand on hip, and smirk at the ready.

"Two tickets to Italy, kid. And make it quick."

She didn't quite know how to react.

She offered no payment, but Riviera could hardly say no; not when she'd told (well, threatened) her that Lightning would fuck up every single piece of technology that she owned if she didn't comply. So, rather grudgingly, the girl had done what she needed to do.

Ten minutes later -- airport defense walls were hardly CODIS -- and the tickets were sent.

Riviera had naively expected a thank you, sorry for before, but somehow, she didn't think that that was the girl's style.

- - -

The brunette, sunglasses pushed to the top of her head, sat with one foot tapping impatiently on the clean white floor, elbow on the arm rest and chin in hand, two tickets in the other.

He was late.

Lightning, with a roll of her eyes, stood, grabbing the handle of her standard issue black suitcase, and began making her way to the check out, one hand digging into her jeans to fish out her phone. After a moment's fumbling, the girl managed to dial in Colby's number, shoving it next to her ear. It rang eight times, before she hung up.

Eyes narrowed, she shoved the phone back into her pocket.

She'd invited Colby because he was Miyuki's boyfriend, therefore, making him somewhat trustworthy. She figured, that since Miyuki seemed to think he was good enough for her, that he was good enough for the trip.

But most importantly, she'd invited Colby because she needed a Vampyre for the journey (otherwise she'd die, and, to be perfectly honest, she quite wanted to live, as shitty as her life may be), and he was the only one she knew--or, er, sort of knew. To say that Lightning had dragged Colby to attend the trip was quite the understatement.

Besides, Miyuki had fucked off to Japan, so she'd figured he'd need some time to clear his head.

And of course, the dying bit. Always the dying bit.

But never mind; the point was, the man was late.

I swear to god, she thought, if we miss the flight, boyfriend or not, I'll skin him alive. Lightning did not go through the trouble of threatening some chick for the tickets for nothing.

A few minutes -- and many furious thoughts -- later, darkly lined orbs widened as they glimpsed the figure of a man (a Vampyre, to be correct) loom, into view, before narrowing just as quickly. Throwing him a haughty look, she snarled a, "You're late," threw him his ticket and walked to the check out without a second glance.

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NOTES: Oh jeez. Watching HSM 2 didn't exactly help the muse lfmao. The post is short and shit, but idc cuz i'm excited for the fun stuff to begin~~~

[Colby Sabre]

Colby Sabre

Love of mine,
Someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow you into the dark...

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.xXx. [/color] The blonde, green-eyed Vampyre cast a brief glance at the considerably tasteless, bland room he called his own as he prepared to make his way out the door, his lips pursing into a thing line, as he did so. He’d never bothered to decorate or add any personality whatsoever to the room, so it was a rather pitiful sight to behold; a scene void of all color, not a single picture or trinket of significance in sight. It was something that vaguely bothered Colby, the fact he had not an item of meaning from his past, despite the fact he’d never admit it. The idea of owning such things appealed to him, of course, as they did to most people. But, it always seemed that no matter how Colby tried to open himself up, to bring others in, the world would come crashing down about him, leaving his wounds raw, and excruciating.

Colby had let in Miyuki; he’d loved her with everything he had, with every fibre of his being. But, even still, she was taken away from him, as well. They always were. You’d think he’d learned, by now, not to let others close.

The man’s lips twitched slightly with the thought, his grave, blank expression threatening to fold into an irritated scowl, before Colby heaved out a sigh, reigning in the copious amounts of regret and sadness that threatened to eat away at his composure. He would go about as he had been since Miyuki left, with a false smile and easy demeanour, as for the next few days it would be needed. Why, might you ask? Colby was heading to Italy, of all places. It wasn’t as if the Vampyre could have declined the offer, either, as not only was Lightning one of Miyuki’s friends, but she had a rather... stubborn personality, to be polite. The thought caused amusement to bloom within the back of the man’s mind as he closed his door behind him and slipped the key into the keyhole, before locking it and heading down the hallway, his beaten, beige suitcase in tow.

He’d packed light, seeing as the Vampyre didn’t own much in the first place, and so it was no hard task to throw his suitcase into the back of his vehicle, before slamming the trunk shut, and sliding into the front seat. There was a part of him that was excited to go on an adventure, to meet new people and explore new things, but as expected, there was also the part of Colby that questioned agreeing with the fledgling; was he making a mistake? What if, while he was gone, Miyuki returned? The man’s brows furrowed with the thought and Colby shook his head, before pulling the sleek vehicle from the House’s parking lot, and pulling onto the highway without bothering to slow down. It was at that moment when the man’s light, emerald eyes caught sight of the clock on his dashboard, the blinking, red numbers causing him to cuss under his breath.

He was late.

Immediately, the man pressed down onto the gas pedal, leaning back into his leather seat as he felt the car jerk into a quicker speed, his hands tightening around the wheel. He was careful to keep vitally aware of his surroundings, so as not to run into anyone or anything, though Colby considered himself a phenomenal driver—and, his affinity did tend to come in handy. The man didn’t bother turning on the radio, but instead directed his thoughts towards the road and what was soon to come, should he set foot into the airport. Surely, security would be no problem, as (despite what most believed about the man) Colby could, at times, be unarmed. He had not a single knife on him at the time, though, he could always purchase one in Italy. It wasn’t hard for the man to be without a weapon of sorts, unlike he knew it had been for Miyuki, as he was fairly confident with his combat skills. Hence, y’know, why he taught a class in the subject. A slight smirk curved Colby’s lips with the thoughts as he continued his drive, the slight rattling of his suitcase in the back seat going completely unnoticed by the Vampyre, himself.

A good, ten minutes later, and Colby was stepping into the airport, a pair of sunglasses folded into the collar of his shirt. He followed the signs towards the boarding area, having what little airport experience he did, and was pleased when he finally set his sights onto a rather aggravated looking Lightning. Fuck. The man thought briefly as he made his way up to her, forcing a smile to his lips. The last thing he wanted was to make some idiotic, sarcastic comment in return, and have her hating him for the entire trip. Colby knew how women could be, and had decided long ago fighting with them wasn’t worth it. “You’re late.” Her tone was clipped and accusative, and Colby nodded slowly in response, his smile shifting into one of slight apology. “Yeah, sorry—“ The man was cut off as Lightning flicked the ticket in his direction and walked off, causing a light chuckle to slip past his parted lips, as he snagged the ticket between two fingers. With a roll of his eyes and a discreet sigh, Colby followed on after Lightning, hoping for her to cool off. “Have you been in many airports before?” He asked idly as he waited to hand the woman at the desk his ticket, raising a brow at the girl in question. He hoped at least one of them knew what the hell they were doing, because let me tell you, he didn’t.

No blinding light,
Or tunnels to gates of white,
Just our hands clasped so tight,
Waiting for the hint of the spark...

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Muse: Terrible
Notes: Will get better the more I play him C:[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[LightningϟStrife]

Something was off--Lightning just couldn't quite put her finger on what that something was. She watched, blue eyes scrutinized, as Colby walked towards her. And then, all at once, it hit her.

He didn't look right.

It was little things--things that didn't really matter--but, she knew, that it was the little things that made all the difference.

He was smiling, but it didn't reach his eyes. But, Lightning also knew his background; the man never showed his emotions. Didn't want to show vulnerability, she supposed--Lightning could understand that.

But still. He didn't look right.

She frowned.

Ki wouldn't like it.

He finally reached her, and after a glare shot in his way, she began to walk towards the desk, suitcase in tow.

"Yeah, sorry--" the Vampyre caught the ticket that she'd thrown in his direction "--have you been in many airports before?"

Lightning stopped abruptly, twirling round on her heels, one brow arched, and that questioning look, in amused, cerulean eyes. Perching one arm fluidly onto her hip, the brunette rolled her eyes, twirling her hair around her little finger playfully.

"Oh, hundreds. Went to airports every week, in the orphanage. You know, even got the frequent flyer privilege, and all. Won best customer award and everything." She rolled her eyes, before flicking her bangs out of the way.

Was she over doing the sarcasm?

Following Colby's actions, she too handed the woman at the desk her ticket, pausing after in somewhat awkwardness. What happened now?

"Are you carrying any dangerous equipment in your luggage, ma'am? Has anyone asked you to put anything in your luggage? Have you got any sharp objects in your hand luggage?" The girl behind the counter, annoyingly chirpy, grinned at Lightning--faltering only slightly when the fledgling glared back.

"No." She said dryly. Never mind the fact that she'd hidden some guns that she'd stolen from Ki's vault, and a knife from the kitchen into her suitcase. So what? As if Lightning was going to say yes, yes I do; arrest me now.

Besides, she was sure that Colby had some weapons tucked under his sleeve; not that he needed any. She'd seen what the Vampyre could do with his hands. Combat class was probably the only class she hadn't skipped.

The least, anyway.

'Would you like the window or aisle seat?"

Exasperated, she ran a hand through her hair--exposing the blue crescent in the process--before shooting another glare at the girl. "Does it look like a give a shit?" The girl's eyes widened (although whether that was because of Lightning's mark, or because she swore, she didn't know), and feeling impatient, she turned back to Colby. "Take over, big guy."

Goddess. She hated humans.

So much.



NOTES: OMG WHAT IS THIS PILE OF SHIT. -cry-