The BEST of ICC

[Eve La'Quinn]

Sadly, we can't nominate for best scenes in the ICC, so I figured we can probably share them here!

Fave moment from right now:

Oz: -barks back- OH HO I will! I won't even HAVE to try. -trying to think of wtf he could do to her, doesn't know all too many spells-
Eilonwy: *eyeroll* Go for it, what are you waiting for? Christmas?! *slight huff* *bauble zips around her, glowing a burning red color now instead of it's usual gold*

[Christina Hartman]

Just because this is too epic to lose...

Christina: -slips into the bar, surveying the occupants on her way to a free table- -spots a few people she knows only by reputation-

Christina: -A manager -- works with Ms Aura Dawning, if she wasn't mistaken -- the owner of Pride Rock, and the Outlands, and the third...if she was correct in her assumptions, that was Gabrielle Dubois. She didn't know exactly what she did for a living, but of course, she had heard a few stories.- -takes a seat towards the middle of the structure, with a vantage point from which she could observe all three of them-

Melina: *a young looking girl sitting int the middle of the room like she meant something was a rather cute sight. She eyes the three like one would bite the other in any second. Well of course, it was a possibility noting that Gabrielle was in the room and she had a tendency to bite. Melina looking over the woman's thoughts. It was funny how she knew who she was but Melina had no idea that the girl even existed before. Melina stared right at her, wanting the other to know who it really was that would wear the pants around this place.*

Scar: *writing supposed architecture blue-prints*

Scar: *hears footsteps of someone entering the bar and glances to the side to catch a quick glance. She's young, an air of arrogance surrounds her, the kind of air the sends off a "don't fuck with me" aura....scar simply smirked and continues writing the building plans for a new opera house*

Christina: -notices that she's garnered the attention of two out of the three occupants of the bar, one of them, Melina, staring her down intensely. Narrowing her eyes, she returned the stare, giving as good as she got, not intimidated by the other woman in the slightest-

Melina: *the devil's smirk on her face now. She of course had seen the Devil herself smirk to know how to do it herself. The smirk that said:"You think you're up and mighty now don't you? Come closer and give in to temptation. Give it a try." There was a poise to the girl that made Melina think she was a bit crazier than her stray thoughts had led on.. and that... intrigued her?

Christina: -the smug expression the older woman wore clearly betrayed her notion of self-importance. It was ridiculous how the rich and famous let their notriety go to their heads. Oh, how she wanted to cut her down from her pedestal...her hands itching to take hold of one of her lovely knives, and rend and tear that smooth skin, tongue longing to taste the blood that would flow...staining her pale form a beautiful, brilliant shade of red... And perhaps indulge in some less...destructive pleasures as well. Her eyelids drooped somewhat, her gaze remaining unbroken, and not losing an ounce of its intensity...but taking on a new facet.-


Melina: *there was certainly alot of vanity when it came to being better than everyone else by birth, Melina was used to it by now though, of course. *Something about the straying thoughts lead on that this girl too had been like that. Shown she was powerful beyond compare and naturally should demand all the land. At a second, there was only one thought in the air.. BLOOD... it was rather... pleasing to hear the word... its sound resonating throughout the space. Or at least it would have been if anyone else but her could pick up on such things. Melina's fingernail turning sharp and with an edge as thin and dangerous as any in her arsenal, the finger urging the other girl to come forward*

Christina: -a lazy smirk settled in across her features as she was beckoned over. She deliberated for the briefest of moments, though there was no doubt in her mind that she would approach the woman. Something about her was too...intoxicating about her to turn down. She couldn't deny the natural pull she felt towards the woman, whether it be to her external beauty, or the beauty sleeping in her veins, waiting to be liberated, to run freely, and stain the world crimson... Blinking slowly, dark eyes hooded, gazing up at her potentual prey through both thick lashes, and a haze of lust, she stood, making her way towards her target with a dancer's grace, moving the way only one from high society could. In her sleeve, the smooth metal of one of her concealed knives burned like cool fire against her skin, egging her on. A simple flick of the wrist, and the woman would be hers. ...but not yet. No, no, 'patience,' she chided herself, calming her racing heart. For now, she would have to settle for conversation...but soon, oh so soon... She sat swiftly upon one of the chairs opposite Melina, gaze still fixed upon the woman who seemed to have taken as much interest in Christina as she had in her.- Yes?

Melina: *Her finger reaching up to lean up against her lips, the worldly known gesture to cut all sound from the room. The fingernail shining like a blade and for what it was worth, it might as well have been, the edge of it could have cut through the wooden table with ease. The hard, dangerous tool right up against her own soft skin. Her finger slid downwards, pulling the lip along with it, the blade so dangerously sharp. her hand slid bac down on the table to where it was resting before. At the corner of her eye she saw what the stranger was so eager to grasp, a small blade wanting to slice itself onto some meat; Melina would have smirk if it wasn't for something not feeling right... her eyes gazing down at a small cut on her lip, a drop, so birght and red, only a rose would have compared.Her gaze going back onto the girl, a look of waiting...*

Christina: -the silence was beginning to grate on her nerves, ever so slightly. The bloodlust sang to be sated, and her body positively burned to take action. Her gaze hardened slightly, the lust beginning to fade, and in its wake came something much darker. Yet, she still followed the motion of the elder woman's finger away from the table, gesturing for her to remain silent, then tracing her own lips, before returning to the table once more. But in its wake...a small trickle of blood had begun to flow, barely more than a few drops, and yet, she was absolutely enthralled. Her breathing quickened just ever so slightly, as she reached out, in spite of herself, fingertip tracing the deep red trail the blood had left in its wake, following the path up from just above her chin, to impossibly soft lips, collecting the stray droplets of the crimson liquid as she did so. As if in a trance, she brought the finger to her own lips, eyes falling shut, and an almost inaudible moan of pure ecstasy escaping her as her pierced tongue darted out to taste...and even yet, the blood had not ceased to flow...another small pool collecting at the source, about to spill over. This time, when she tasted, it was from the source itself. First tracing her pierced tongue along the minute wound, and then, taking the lip between her own, sucking softly-

Melina: *Her blood flowed down her lips onto her chin. The red drop wanting to drop to it's death. A finger taking the red in its embrace and depositing it into a hungry mouth wanting to have more. It seemed that there would not be enough to satisfy the girl before her as she sucked and massaged against the lips who only seemed to want to feed. Her hands grasping for the clothes on the other, pulling her closer to the point where the other was basically picked up and placed on top of the table, hands travelling to soft skin that seemed to generate heat like a wildfire, scorching with warmth from being fed just what they hungered for. Melina bit into the upper lip of the other, almost gnawing at them as if they were bits of crust in an empty mouth*

Christina: -Ah, gods, it was divine, the flat of her tongue sweeping upwards once more, collecting the final droplets of blood, sighing in sheer content. It seemed, however, that it wasn't over, as she was forced forward and back all at once, being pulled into the warmth of a foreign body, and backed roughly against the table. Her hands, moving of their own accord, found their way to the other's hair, one running through the dark locks, while the other continued, falling further and further down, eventually coming to the hem of the garment, and slipping underneath to meet soft skin. What had started as a soft, sensual action had become rough, and firece, and passionate, and her own lips were being bitten, blood beginning to flow now as well, mingling with the blood of the other, whose wound had reopened due to the violent nature the kiss had adopted. She gasped sharply at a particularly harsh bite, nails digging into smooth flesh, and dragging downwards, leaving angry trails in their wake, the faintest hints of blood beginning to pool there now as well-

Melina: *Melina had never been touched like this, with such raw roughness. This was what she did to others. The other's lip bit open and blood tricled into her mouth, a savagery in the kiss had taken over and there was no stopping now, not even for breath. This was blood-lust at its best, Melina found her skin being touched and soon, scratched, up to the point where it was red and bleeding to a certain degree. This was high intoxicating, the kiss. It wasn't passionate but it was hungry. She licked the lips, bleeding their sweet juices in between harsh kisses. her hand going across the other's back and under her garment as well. Her fingernails began oozing their acidous liquid that they secreted when she sensed pain or danger. And having rather felt the latter, it was a weird thing to see when she wasn't shocked. She was itching to claw into something, the toxic and dangerous substance warming up her skin, but this was a human, she couldn't take acid like most other could, this would burn her to a crisp and leave nothing but blood and injuries in its trail. Melina pushed the other closer, deciding to grab onto her as hard as she could instead of clawing at the soft skin of her back.

Christina: -It wasn't often that she was made to bleed along with her prey, and to be honest, at the moment, she didn't mind. Not at all, though her darker instincts insisted that this was a transgression that called for revenge. Blood for blood...and despite the fact that the other woman had been the first to bleed, she was still itching to take action. To take control, and make her bleed in earnest. Part of her was impressed at having found a near match in this woman, seeing, momentarily, her own blood lust reflected back through unfathomably dark green eyes. Her eyes fell shut for the briefest of moments, feeling a warm hand ascend her back beneath the simple fabric of her shirt, and she braced herself, breath baited with anticipation for the coming pain. It never came, however, but she was pulled closer once more, having to shift quickly, now straddling the other's lap. The hand not occupied with painting beautiful crimson lines across the pale canvas of skin at her back gave a sharp pull at long, dark locks, forcing the other's head back, and exposing her neck. A grin overtook her features as she broke the kiss, shifting her attentions to the unmarred skin of Melina's neck, kissing, and sucking, and biting, but never quite hard enough to break the skin. Just the slightest bit of pressure more, though, and it would be done... But once more, she found herself waiting. Patience. Patience...

[Penn Fiocco]

Al: -quickly slips into an alley, running, before suddenly stopping, trying to catch his breath- -looks around- damn...
Maggie: -speeds along the highway on her Harley, the cops hot on her tail- -swerves down a backstreet to shake them off- -is successful- -pulls in down a darkened alleyway as she spots someone familiar up ahead- -comes to a hault before Al, pulling off her helmet and grinning mischieviously- Come with me if you want to live!
Al: -shocked to see Maggie- -raises eyebrows- Talk about perfect timing Mags. Lemme guess, speeding? -laughs then runs to the bike and gets on-
Maggie: As always, Al. As always -winks playfully, handing him her helmet- -waits until the sirens have dulled in the distance before steering the bike out of the alleyway to join the rest of the traffic, cruising along the highway again- So, what you gone and done this time? -loud enough so he can hear her-
Al: -puts on helmet and grips the back part of the motorcycle- Me? What do you mean? I never do anything. -in a godfather!accent- I'm innocent, I tell ya. Innocent! -shouts over noise- So where we going?
Maggie: -laughs against the breeze, the wind catching her breath- That's right. You're about as innocent as a cactus mah leetle friend -Al Pacino now- -snickers- I can take you anywhere you wanna go, just not FAP. I don't think it'd be wise to hand ourselves in to those bozos -hears the sirens again and picks up speed- Uh-oh
Al: -laughs- Hah! FAP couldn't handle us. -hears sirens- -looks behind them- Speak of FAP, and they come! Geez. Make a turn there, there's a shortcut around the city
Maggie: -takes the turn, trusting Al's knowledge of the streets- FAP can kiss my ass. So, who's this new boss you're working for? -meant to inquire about it last time but got drunk and forgot-
Al: -gives FAPs the finger as they turn- Oh, right. Um, you heard the name Dom Wolfe? Him and his prissy daughter. Oh, take a left here
Maggie: Dom Wolfe...Dom Wolfe... -turns the name over on her tongue, thinking about it- You mean the nut who runs the Den? Yeah I heard of him. Bit dangerous to be working for, is he not? -takes the left-
Al: Hehe, bit dangerous to say no to his offer too, man. -sirens slowly disappear- Great. Looks like we lost em. -looks back- How bout you? I'm sure you havent been just driving around famous people? What's your current side job?
Maggie: Hm. Did he threaten you? Cause if he did, then I am not cool with that -slightly concerned- -glad they shook off the FAP nonetheless- Side job? Uh...nothing yet but I'm still working on it -sly smile-
Al: -laughs- No, no. Not threaten exactly. But, the whole presence thing. Don't worry bout me. Have I ever gotten in a mess I couldn't get out of? -smirks- Yet?? Oh, do tell me more.
Maggie: True. I just worry about ya, little guy -slight grin- Okay, I'll tell you but you gotta swear you won't say anything to my old man -stops at traffic lights-
Al: Hah! No need to. If i get in trouble, I got you on speed dial anyways -winks- -realizes she cant see the wink- -smirks to himself- Yeah, sure. I promise. So, spill. Where you working? Is it the Cave? - o.O -
Maggie: -slight gag- NO! I erm...you've heard of Evel Knievel, right? -glances around to him while they're at a hault- Well, I'm going to become the next him.
Al: Ohhhhh -raises voice, amazed- Nice! How you plan on doing that though? Anything I can do?
Maggie: -grins- I'm working on an epic stunt - a stunt to defy all other epic stunts, but yeah, I may need your help with that. I haven't fully figured it out yet -revvs the bike up and speeds off along the road as the lights change-
Al: You could ... -stops to think- ride your motorcycle off a building rooftop? and land safely somehow? Kinda like you're flying... -pauses for a bit- THough don't do that right now!
Maggie: -slight gasp- I like it... -chuckles at his last remark- Why not? Don't you wanna practice?
Al: Though you should be careful. I know you can do it, and shit, but still. Pays to be safe, yeah? -bites lip- and...er..practice? like, a TRIAL run?
Maggie: Yeah, you could call it that -grins cheekily, turning down another lane into an empty side-street- And relax, I'll be fine. I've done WAY crazier shit
Al: -laughs- I know, I know. And 'sides, I trust ya.... -pauses- Let's do it.
Maggie: Great, there's a massive car-park nearby -steers the bike around and onto the road, just in time to find herself being blinded by flashing lights, the whirr of sirens buzzing in her ears- AH SHIT! Our friends are back! -picks up the speed as the cops loom nearer from behind- -speeds up the ramp and all the way up the car park, which was about 8 floors high, the cops relentless in their pursuit- Hold on, Al!

Some of the greatest ICC I've seen in a long time.