Stealing the Stage

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Coyle smiled, his soft, angled build so delicate against the harsh lighting of center stage. He looked so delicate, like at any moment his small, wiry frame might shrink away from the luminous spotlight; but therein lies the lie. Coyle had never been as sweet and innocent as he'd looked. He'd never been as fragile, as arorable, as cute and darling.

He was a very ugly person, and he did enjoy the way he looked. Fooled lots of people. Made a big splash! He stood now, in the empty room, with his loos-fitting worn blue jeans and his funny lime green shirt coining the words "I do all my own stunts," and perhaps he was remembering something of a first encounter here.

He had met Moss here, and they had had a good talk. Then he'd met Moss again, in a tight spot at a bar. That had turned out... well.

No, maybe not. It had turned out pretty sucky. Coyle was just glad he didn't have to ever see Moss again, but still, this place called to him. He wanted to see if anyone else might want to come and meet him out here.

In center stage. He'd not share the spotlight, of course, but he'd sure like a talk. Talking was good. It led places. Fun places.

Coyle's smile was liken to an angel, but inside he was waiting for something to come out and grab him. He'd really like to hurt something today...

[RuetheDay]

In the darkness sheltered by the shadows of that of behind the scenes, unnoticed, unseen, a smile crossed over fine fair features, bedroom eyes flickering with mischief as her presence was not yet discovered, she slinked behind the sets as she watched the other from afar. In the spotlight, center stage. Her spotlight on her stage. And Rue did not share. She belonged there. No one else. Quite simply as that and Rue would have it no other way.

Sauntering from her position behind a noose that they had used in one performance or another, Rue naturally approached center stage, light on her feet, her hips swayed as she moved. Long slender legs were adorned with fishnet stockings, knee high laced boots just below and a skimpy, lacy maid costume just above it. Her blood red hair standing out in contrast with everything of her surroundings and persona.

Stopping just behind the young man, not too bad looking in his own her voice slithered out in a naturally seductive tone, partnered with her now more developed British accent that she fell into oh, so naturally. "Hello, hello."

Rue awaited the reaction, they always happened about the same. Either way she was always successful. One way or another. Rue was looking for another catch, the last was just so... disappointing.

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Coyle smiled as he heard the nice, silvery sound from behind him. So funny, how he always came up with a good catch here. He should really troll it more often! He'd find plenty of things to amuse him if only he'd check this place out!

She sounded like a sweet thing. Like one of those scaries that have been running about lately. Coyle liked those things. They really were fun to mess with, not to mention they tended to leave their own mark on you when you aren't looking. But Coyle had been paying attention. He noticed her coming, though she was very quiet. Kinda scared him at first, but he didn't show his surprise easily. He just tipped his head, listening to the sound of her voice. He didn't need to turn around, he could tell all he needed to know about her right here.

"Well you sound fun!" the sweet, soft, angelic voice chimed clearly, reverberating off the many rows in the auditorium and coming back to center stage as barely a whisper.

Then the sound changed slightly, gaining more of a low, ominous edge.

"Whatcha gonna do, princess? Eat me?"

[RuetheDay]

"Perhaps... Perhaps not." Rue turned on her heel and began walking slowly trying to that on a certain line in the wood like little kids do, pretending everything but the line or tiles is lava or whatever... "Not too bad yourself... I've been looking for some entertainment."

"So what are you doing here...?" She continued as she walked the line. "I haven't seen you 'round here before..."

When she reached the end, she wandered over to where he stood, putting her hands behind her head and standing there looking out over the auditorium... It was a lovely view from the stage. She could only imagine it when there was a full audience...

Rue loved the feel of center stage. It was a feeling that made the weak tremble at their vulnerability and the strong stand tall with radiant confidence in the spotlight they so longingly desire... Rue had never acted for a play or anything but Rue was a wondrous actress... She could convince someone the sky was purple and that she had a penis that she jerked off into Dunkin' Doughnuts with...

And they'd believe it. But then again the second thing was too far fetched... If she had one she'd probably do something like that for shock value.

"Its nice up here isn't it?" She never took her eyes off the imaginary crowd, she smiled. "Empowering, no?"

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Coyle shrugged at her thoughts of the crowd. The imaginary crowd. The one that he was looking at too, but could only see as in horrified wonder of the sight beholden. He shrugged again, hands folded behind his back.

"Shock and awe aren't missed on you, princess," he chuckled. He could see the crowd as he envisioned it, and as she did. Both were about the same - an audience in need of entertaining, and not in the good way either. This wasn't a ballet act, it was a freak show. The horror and the amazement would be equal in this act.

...but as fun as this all was, where was the action? He wanted a show too, and princess sure did look like she wanted to put one on.

He wasn't very patient. He'd rather watch his flick then leave, encores and cast meetings aside.

"Well if you aren't going to start the show then I am..."

Coyle bent down, touching the floorboards beneath him and searching for something that would do the trick nicely. When he found it - a real cast iron spear that must have been used for some kind of Roman play or something - he pulled the spear up with a bit of gravity and phased it through the floor as it rose. Now picking at the sharp end boaredly, Coyle decided he was going to sheeshkebob this one.

"When in Rome!" the beast said cheerily.

[RuetheDay]

This one indefinitely, had the right frame of mind. As the other pulled a spear from beneath the floor board, Rue smirked and finished. "Do as the Romans do."Drawing a set of bo shuriken and a small dagger from her boot. Rue was intrigued by this, her competitivness and arrogance hyped her up for this. She hadn't been in a fight in ages. There'd been too much making love and not enough destruction...

"But even as we stand here, I can't help but think. Why lose both of the stars in the beginnings of the show... When instead we could take out many. One by one..." She gestured out at the invisible audience as she proposed the idea with malice. "How much more fun would the bloodshed of hundreds compare to that of hundreds rather than just you or I?"

This little proposition off the top of her head seemed grand, a series of specialist, timed murders, one after another. What fun... But she didn't quite trust this guy yet... nor was ready just yet, to put away her throwing knives.....

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At this very pleasantly laid proposition, Coyle couldn't help but pause. Not for the shock value - oh no. Not even for shock itself.

You could say he paused just as his character might pause in the climax of a scene. Perfectly angelic in his appearance - the spitting image of good - Coyle seemed horrified at this proposal.

"Oh dear... Surely you don't mean that!"

He twirled the spear, the sound of the metal as it whirled making an odd whistling sound that perhaps intensified the moment. The gaunt form not stooping as it would in a dastardly evil way, but not straight backed and conscious-ridden.

"Those innocent people! Hundreds!"

He pointed in the same direction that the girl had - at the rows and rows of empty audience that watched him.

"Think of the families! The sorrow! The chaos!"

The spear continued twirling, but it no longer held a malicious intent for this girl. Nothing about him said that. He was solely concerned with the proposal, and anything past that was not worth the time to think about.

"I've only one question then... Will there be children?"

There was the smallest of smirks puncturing the otherwise pure, saintly appearance.

[RuetheDay]

"Age is not of concern to me..." Rue slid the bo shuriken throwing needles back into her belt, still playing with her dagger and continued with a sickening content with the idea. Looking out at the audience, she licked her dagger from the hilt up before continuing almost psychotically, facing the other. "They will all die. Every last worthless fool..."

The idea grew more and more splendid in Rue's vibrant and colorful mind, she continued to weave a blood spattered picture as she walked the stage. "What fun of the torture, drawn out till they are begging for release.."

She walked a circle around the other before standing to face the audience. "Innocent victims she would violate before putting them 6-feet under or even better! Why not display their work at the front of the school or hallways?" The last part was spat.

How many lovely possibilities stood before them. What a beautiful thing, indeed.

"What do you think, my friend?" She smiled with a radiant smile that normally would be seen on the face of someone on their birthday or Christmas. "We could even cook them if you'd like... Human tastes fabulous and I hear Chimera's even better." Licking her lips she looked at the other awaiting a reply.

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Coyle was happily exiting himself with all manner of childish glees and wonders, not so much wishing for the subtle pleasure of a rampage.

However, that is exactly what he received - a subtle yet vivid image. This girl - whoever she was- painted a picture, and that picture Coyle was gladly willing to admire, buy, then treasure forever. She spoke a language long dormant to him, and he responded in kind - in a very real, very mature manner. It was something of a fancy of his - to be responsible enough to plot so deviously every now and again. Usually the petty chaos he caused around him was enough, but then there were such visionaries. They were inspiring. They were wonderful, painted the color that was his favorite forever more.

Red.

"I think you've a way with your words, and the meaning of them is marvelous..."

There was a flicker of that old spark. Oooh. He remembered that. Deviousness, greater than that of petty childish pranks. An aged, trained, focused perspective on things. He had missed that focus.

"Such a pretty tale. All it needs is reality to make the dream a tangible work of art. Yes... I agree. Let's paint the school red."

By this, or course, Coyle implied he would do anything she wanted. Anything. This was a fantastic discovery - much better than the fun he would have if he had simply battled and killed her. No, she was a jewel - a mind so precious as not to be wasted with senseless violence.

She should be polished, and given a pedestal so the world could see her radiance. He, of course, would do whatever it took to accomplish this.

Already, he could see the plan... So elegant, yet so complicated. He would use her for something brilliant. And together, they could take this little castle in a siege, if only for a while.

[RuetheDay]

"I have an wonderous feeling that things will go along just lovely." Rue said with a devious smile, the plan was unfolding before her. The havoc, the destruction, the inevitable chaos. There would be much planning to be done, strategy was on their side by some chance though.

This would be war.

War in the school halls, classrooms spattered red and their latest kills to be displayed in their magnificence like prized painting in a museum. What fun this would turn to be... Some quality amusement.

And with nuturing... love and care... this little idea could grow to become something terrible... menacing... monstrous and perhaps the most vile thing to happen on the Academy's campus...

"So who will be the first victim?"

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The beast, with his sights trained on this view of war and his thoughts conjuring a way to create it, had only this to say:

"Since our dear little idea is based on the exploits of chaos and instability, why not we start it with a small gesture of chaos ourselves? We need not pick a victim, only find one. The fate of the students in this school shall fall to mere, cruel chance."

And with that, Coyle held a hand out to the scantily clad beauty, his smile perfect, his posture austere, his eyes kindling with a color much like the rich heady crimson of a wine. It was a gesture of peace and of companionship between the two evils, and it was poetic in its very sense.

The best takes the beauty - sexual deviancy hand in hand with chaotic pain - and a deal was sealed.

Coyle liked deals... He really, really did. They always ended well, most of all for himself.

"Let fate find us a cornerstone in our endeavors..." the silvery sounding voice said.

[Riyu]

Niyali had been watching the little conversation below her, and it had piqued her interest. She was crouched on the metal pol that held the spotlights, her wild hair draping over her bare shoulder as she watched with acid green eyes. It was the first time she had left the woods in quite a while, and she just so happened to stumble upon this murderous duo. It was quite hot up here, but her yellow bikini top and mini skirt kept her cool enough. The scarf was a bit warm though, she thought as she watched them with curiosity. The beast within her was raging at the thought of being able to hunt once more, since her old grounds were long abandoned by the fearful students of the academy. Now her name was just a legend amongst those who should be cowering, petrified with fear. A predatory grin came across her face, as she decided to let her presence be known.

"Fate can be the kindest or cruelest of mistresses...,but some never learn to tell the difference"

It was then that the carnal beauty came out of her hiding place, eyes dancing with a spark that a cat would eye a mouse, the predator and the prey really. For now she decided not to hunt them, but one would never know her allegiance until it was too late. Toned muscles tensed as she flipped off the spotlight pole, and twisted her body to land on the railing of the balcony, large scarlet knives glinting with the promise of blood, and it was amazing such lethal weapons could hook on such a small skirt. A sultry smirk graced her lips as she watched them for a moment, dark laughter in her eyes.