She smirked running her hand down the nape of his neck leaving a burning sensation with her touch, he winced but refused to onyesha weakness, she let out a small sigh staring into his eyes that refused to look into hers. " Cmon sweetie......you cant just look at me...." she muttered seductivly, he hesitated and finally glanced at her with a glare. " Why are wewe doing this...." he muttered out, " doing what....im doing so much already...." she muttered with a smirk in his ear letting the heat hit his ear like the heat of sitting too close to a fireplace that wewe could never get away from. " Doing this....all of this....why cant wewe just let me go.....", " now the boss wouldnt like that....im here to keep wewe from getting out of line along with the other prisioners here...." she muttered looking at him with her rich machungwa, chungwa eyes that suprisingly showed innocence and good instead of guilt and evil. " Why choose to keep me here then..." Bentley muttered " why keep anyone down here in this dark hole, dont wewe know that im used to this, dont wewe know this isnt new to me ". She bit her lip and stood up and made her way to the bar doors, " why do wewe bring people down here, why do wewe keep them down here ", her pale fingers and nails that were painted the colour of blood wrapped around one of the cold bars as she store ahead of her thinking about his words. " Our people down here die.....were not like wewe creatures that live for the darkness and lonleyness reality brings in this world.... we need to onyesha that were not weak....were going to onyesha were not going to be under estimated....were going to win this war....." she muttered out with an echo, as she let go of the bar and it slid open automatically, as she walked off with clatters that made their way disappearing down the hallway the sound of the bar door closing once zaidi and a click of the lock filled the room before everything went silence once more.
As her red heels walked kwa another dark cell two red eyes peered up watching her make her way up the stairs, she ran up to the bars peering as best she could outside of her cell, darkness crept its way into the room as the door that locked this room up closed with a creak and slam. Dull torches barely lit the stone hallway making just the tiniest bit of light for those who dwell down here to see something a bit familiar to the world and light in the real world beyond this world.
As her red heels walked kwa another dark cell two red eyes peered up watching her make her way up the stairs, she ran up to the bars peering as best she could outside of her cell, darkness crept its way into the room as the door that locked this room up closed with a creak and slam. Dull torches barely lit the stone hallway making just the tiniest bit of light for those who dwell down here to see something a bit familiar to the world and light in the real world beyond this world.
Name: Unknown.
Alias:: Cadaver.
Occupation: VILLIAN!
Powers: None! But has sword skills, marksmen and all that good junk.
Past: Cadaver is a clone of Fang......that is all. Created to set and destroy the Adams family...Mr. Clone doesn't take no for an answer and won't let anyone get in his way. Even if it means taking his own life.
Other: Easy to set off temper.
-Really isn't afraid of anything...
-Looks EXACTLY like Fang, acts different.
-Has a thing for Ciel..this should be fun.
THAT, is all :3