Nine Swords

Words to use:

crib
knock
kneel
king

Used words:

voluptuous
vichyssoise
remote control
violent
Rain
Ball bearing
Waves
Soup

LeM:)rt

Welcome to the world of Drabbles! Here's some words for you:

violent, voluptuous, vichyssoise

New drabbles! Whoo!

crib
remote control
ball bearing

(This was originally the first post (and my first Drabble), but I moved it to this one, so I can use first post to keep track of words)

LeMortieth took a small sip of a LengsteReisen. With a sigh she put the beer back on the table and looked around.
The Horned God should have had some Live music, she thought to herself.
She missed music. Composing, recording, performing.. she missed it all. This Templar-shit made it virtually impossible to focus on the important stuff. With a subtle hand-gesture she tried to order a new beer. No response. Damn, she thought. As if she hadn't been on her feet for 20hours straight in Transylvania. Whatever, she stood up and headed back to Tabula Rosa. Restless sleep was waiting.

Three LengsteReisen was making her bladder ache, but LeMortieth hesitated getting up. Usually she hated sleeping, considered it waste of time, but now it was all she wanted. Even in an unfamiliar bed as this one, she longed for a dreamless night of rest.
She just had to, too much.
Staring at the ceiling, half-awake state, she pictured herself in a voluptuous satin dress. Why? She didn't even like to adorn herself. Not that she didn't care what to wear, on the opposite, but hitting town as a woman? She was just to afraid to be judged by her sex.

Waves
Rain
Soup

Mellified could sometimes be as stubborn as a grandmother.

- You will love it, I guarantee. Mellified smiled as she poured vichyssoise into a rather large soup-bowl . She put the flower decorated dish in front of LeMortieth, still smiling her Mona Lisa inspired smile.

- A skinny Templar like you should eat more, she continued while she sat down on the opposite end of the small wobbly kitchen table.

She was hungry, maybe she should put the diet on hold?
Before she even finished that thought the much hated old-fashioned ring-tone interrupted her.
It was Sonnac. Damn it!

Worn out ears, headache and dimmed sight. The usual reaction to a long hour of monologue. LeMortieth finished her beer while she imagined herself holding a remote control pointed at her friend on the other side of the table.
Wish that would work, she thought to herself, getting up.
- gotta go, nice seeing you.
- Already, you've only had one beer, her friend replied.

LeMortieth knew this game all to well. Was this the punishment of having an Illuminati friend? non-stop bragging about monster-kills?
She'd killed at least an equal amount. Brag? Nah.
Forget it all? Please.

The word 'frustrated' wouldn't even come close to describe the mind of LeMortieth.
She stood on a hilltop in Carpathian Fangs and scouted. Werewolfs were howling in the distant and she felt a sudden chill down her spine.
It made her sad to hear those beasts howl when she had such a huge passion for dogs.
She felt a sudden bereavement. Should she get a new Rottweiler?
Binoculars. Why hadn't the Templars equipped her with such a necessity?
Maybe she should start moving instead of this aimless scouting?
Maybe she should go home.
Get violent on the drumset...

Almost nowhere to hide, billions of projectiles aimlessly did its best to hit anything. Usually they hit the ground.
LeMortieth stood beneath a tree, waiting. Why did people always avoid the rain? Herself included?
She longed for her bed, any bed. With three hours left before this day became uninteresting history she wondered why she wasted time standing here.

With the hood of her Innsmouth-jacket covering her head, she started to run through Londons streets.
"The only thing making this day worse would be Jack hiding in the shadows" she thought.

She couldn't wait to hit the shower.