Good to be Back

[Jinx Swittch]

For the ears of one who didn't know a thing about muscle cars, one would think that they heard rolling thunder roaring down the empty highway. A small smirk creeps onto her face, shifting from third gear to fifth gear, creating an even louder roar.

It's two in the moring with clear skies, stars twinkling happily. The nearly deserted highway in smack in the middle of the Nevada desert made the perfect playground for a certain racing vixen. With the windows down, the cool desert wind going at around one hundred and ten miles an hour makes her wavy, brown locks wave violently. All of this combined with the radio blasting (which she stole from a very nice 350Z a while back) her favorite soundtrack just made this night almost perfect.

Almost.

It's been a while since she's made a fresh kill. Too long, actually. In the distance, she spots what looks like an old biker bar. She drops down to lower gears and pulls into the dirt parking lot, dust clouds making her rear tires disappear. Three buff-looking bikers obivously notice the Challenger pull in and walk slowly up to the car. Who dares come into their territory with that hunk of metal?

The driver door opens slowly. One long, lean leg decorated in fishnet and a heeled combat boot comes out, then two. The bikers stop in thier tracks, one of them whistles. Out of the old Dodge emerges a slender, sexy little thing. A flawless body covered (barley) by a black gothic style corset and matching skirt. A beauiful face to die for, painted with black eyeshadow and eyeliner, plump lips shimmering under a dim light from a nearby light pole. Brown locks flowing by the gentle breeze.
All three bikers approach the young maiden. "Whatcha doin' out in these parts, little lady?" one asks, downing his cheap beer. "Didn't your mama ever tell you not to go out so late at night?"
The young woman's smirk comes back. That fresh kill she's been aching for? By the looks of it, she'll be able to scratch that itch. "Didn't your mother ever teach you how to talk to a lady?" She waves her index finger side to side. "Tisk, tisk. Looks like you're going to have to be punished."
The tallest of the bikers crackles with glee. Listen to the mouth on this one! Well, I don't know about these two, but I'de love to be punished!" He takes one last sip of his beer and tosses the bottle to the side, spreading his arms. "Come on over, sugar! Show me whatcha got!"

She grins. "As you wish." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "What the fuck is she doin'? Mediatating? Ha!", howls the third biker, bellowing in laughter. Suddenly, out of the blue, he gets knocked down to his back by something big, very big. He screams as this thing sinks it's sharp fangs into his neck, skin tearing and blood splattering. The other two bikers scream and try to run, but with no avail. They parish they same way thier drunk friend did. Okay, maybe a bit worse.
By the end of it all, guts, human waste and blood cover the dirt ground. From the shadows emerges a black panther, walking towards the Challenger licking it's lips. With every step it took, it's form began to change. Front paws turn into hands. It stands on it's hind legs, bones cracking and changing to the form of a human. By the time the creature reached the driver door, the same little lady that exited the car reaches for the handle and hops in.
She stared the engine, put the gear in reverse, back to second gear and floored it, making the reaer tires spin and create a cloud of dirt.

Jinx continues driving down the same road she had been with a saticfied smile.

"It's good to be back."

[Solemn Creed]

Its all fun and games untill some one gets hurt...

Or until you get a flat while trying to drive to Vegas without a map, with a few bound and gagged women in the trunk. Sol was walking the streets of New York city when he got the genius idea to go on a road trip. Sol paused for a moment thinking we should definately go to Vegas, i havent been there in ages. Sol immediatly set off to find a means of transportation but then he stopped. Shit i should grab a few snacks before i go Sol thought. thats a great idea dumbass said the pointlessly obnoxious voice. Sol set off with a purpose in mind. To make a long story short he stole a light greenish blue 1997 toyota tercel, grabbed a few women, then he threw them in the trunk after tying and gagging them.

Current time: Sol was driving through some nowhere land when he ran over a something in the road that caused a sudden shift in the car's center of gravity which caused several large thumps and muffled squeals from the back. Sol hit the brakes while cursing under his breath. Sol climbed out of the car and slammed it shut. Sol walked over to the rear right tire to examine the damage and sighed when he saw the massive tear. Having already been through the trunk he knew ther was no spare. He walked a bit further to the trunk and ripped it open. [glow=red,2,300]"Im sorry ladies but this car isnt going anywhere and i dont feel like carrying you all so this is where we part."[/glow] Sol told the three women in the trunk. For a moment hope glimmered within their eyes but that quickly faded when Sol began to tear into the first.

When all of the woman were sufficiently mutilated to the point of no longere resembling human beings Sol walked over to the driver's side and with a kick he knocked the car over and a few feet off of the road. Sol grinned, snapped his fingers, and moments later the car exploded. A few pieces of shrapnel flew towards Sol but they bounced off of his thickened skin. [glow=red,2,300]"I have no idea where I am but im goin to Vegas."[/glow] Sol muttered under his breath to himself. With that Sol chose a direction and began to walk and a few hours later he heard the sound of a powerful motor and he turned to flag them down.
((sorry i simply couldnt think of any other way to enter...))

[Jinx Swittch]

After her fun killing spree, Jinx stopped at a rest area about 20 miles down the road to make a quick change. She decided to stick with the Gothic dress code, though. She emerged from the restroom wearing a purple corset top with black lace along the top of the corset and bottom hem. She liked the way the corsets made her breasts pop out more than usual. Nothing wrong with showing off what she had, right? She wore a black school-girl styled, short skirt with chains hanging from the top of the skirt. She wore the same black fishnet panty-hoes and black, heeled combat boots. She decided to add an accessory and wore a black, spiked choker around her neck. Satisfied with her new outfit, she made her way to the car and drove off.

Jinx continued to drive down the empty highway on her way to Vegas. Being known as the Sin City, what better place to practice her two favorite deadly sins? Lust and Greed. She had a hungry look in her eyes. Oh, boy...I can't wait! she exclaimed in her head.

She dug in her black messenger bag and pulled out a new pack of Newport cigarettes. Using her right knee, she steered the car straight while packing the cigarettes. When she assumed they were ready, she opened the pack and pulled a cancer-stick out, examining it, tobacco packed down at least a half inch. "Damn, I'm good." she smiled, placing the stick on her lips, reaching for the lighter sitting on the passenger seat and lighting it. She took a big drag and inhaled sharply, holding in the smoke, and grabbing a hold of the steering wheel with her right hand. Closing her eyes for only a moment, she enjoyed the slight lightheaded feeling she got and exhaled a small puff of smoke. Yeah, it's a bad habit, and she knew that. But, damn, if it didn't make her feel so stress-free, she would have quit a long time ago.

Getting bored with the music playing on the radio, she switched over to the CD player. Before she could dig into her bag for her CD case, a song began to play. Turns out there was already a CD in it. She listened patiently for the first verse of the song to play. From the start, it had a sort of sensual techno beat to it. The first verse played and caught her interest. It was the chorus that really caught her attention, though.


Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh
(Get undressed, t-taste the flesh)
Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh
(Pass the test, t-taste the flesh)...


She was never one to like, let alone listen to pop music, but the song playing on the CD player at the moment was actually pretty catchy and, to her, had a very nice message. She looked in the glove compartment of the car and found the CD case. She looked on the back and found the name of the song. 'Flesh' by some guy named Simon Curtis. Never heard of him. She shrugged. No matter, she knows who is now and turned the volume up, making the car rumble with bass.
In the distance, she can see something glowing. It looked like fire. She slowed down, dropping a couple gears and saw that it was a car on fire. The air filled with the stink of burnt flesh. She would know. Looks like today was a certain someone's unlucky day. Nothing she can do about it. She heard no screams of agony, so she knew whoever was in there was definitely dead. She continued driving, nodding her head to the music.

"Ooooh, hell-o. What have we here?" she cooed, sneering. A few miles up the road, she spotted a tall, lean hunk with raven-black hair walking down the side of the road. He turned to her and flagged her down. She thought about just leaving him there, but decided against it. Jinx didn't want to go to Vegas all by her lonesome. What better companion than a mysterious hotty with devilish looks?

She slowed the car down again, dropping to lower gears and pulled over to the side of the road. She stepped out of the car, engine still running and sensual techno music still playing. Jinx leaned her hip against the car, her left arm crossed across her chest and her right elbow resting on her left forearm, holding up the cigarette. She took a drag and flicked the ashes off, exhaling.

"Hey, there, hot stuff. That wouldn't happen to be your friend burning back there, would it?" she said, pointing behind her with her thumb. She took another drag from her cigarette and exhaled another puff of smoke, examining the fine creature before her. Now that she got a closer look, a low growl came from her throat. Much hotter than she thought. She liked this guy already and she wasn't afraid to show it.

"Need a ride? I'm heading over to Vegas and I would love for you to join me."

[Solemn Creed]

Must have been a pretty loud car, for Sol walked a good distance before he could actually see it. this is really pissing me off Sol thought. As he walked waiting for the car to make it down the stretch of road he kicked at the sand a bit which reminded him of a memory from his youth. It came to him gradually and made him stop in his tracks with a frown. Sol was in a burning house, too injured to move with something heavy across his broken legs. He had awoken sometime during the night to screams. Sol had quickly jumped out of his bed and run to the stairs to discern as to what the commotion was. Then he felt a burning pain across his chest followed by something blunt knocking him senseless to the floor. As his consciousness faded he remembered seeing the tip of a bloodied sword inches from the ground, the feel of being doused something liquid, and the smell of kerosene. Then it got really warm...

Sol shook his head and growled slightly. No, he thought i don’t want to remember . Sol hated remembering when he was weak. Then the memories began to recede once more as the voices returned. You heard the demon said the yes-man voice. He looked and saw the car he had been waiting for moved up next to him and out climbed something Sol could only think of as delicious although food was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. She was wearing an outfit that normally would have sent Sol spiraling into murderous lust but he held himself back through sheer willpower.

Sol soon realised he had better keep his eyes on her own or he would have to explain why all of a sudden his pants were a bit tighter, although her voluptuously curved body, lustrous wavy brown hair, and the enticing music playing from the car were not helping his situation at all. She began to speak to Sol and it became obvious that he had provoked a similar reaction from her. She asked if it was his friend back along the road who was burning and Sol almost laughed. [glow=red,2,300]"Friends,"[/glow] Sol corrected [glow=red,2,300]"and I have no idea what you speak of, the accident must have occurred before i walked past."[/glow] Sol told her with a smile on his face. How convenient , Sol thought when she told him she was headed to Vegas. [glow=red,2,300]"I would greatly enjoy riding with you to Vegas, as that is where I myself was headed, if you could abide my company for a while."[/glow]

((Sorry, it was much longer before my dog decided to jump on m keyboard and erase my post.))