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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 31, 2016 22:59:17 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ It didn’t take less than an hour until Snow found one of Crimson’s hideouts. Just like before, he had the eerie habit of hiding near churches; all Snow had to do was look around for a bit to determine if the place was creepy and deserted enough to make a suitable hiding place. She had quietly snuck inside the alleyway near one, then taken two right turns when she saw one of his characteristic, black camouflaged containers hidden discreetly away from prying eyes. It slightly amazed her that he could live so sparsely, having the container filled with the few belongings he needed to live wherever his vigilantism pulled him. Even if Snowflake had a bag of emergency supplies and was used to the idea of moving houses swiftly, it couldn’t quite be compared to what he dragged around with him. She wondered if the box literally contained the remains of his whole life in there. Thinking about it, it had always been like this with him. Always on the outside of his life looking in. Snowflake kicked the door and forced herself to not remember the time when she had found him in a crypt under some church, just like she refrained from remembering how worried he’d looked when she stumbled in to ask for help. Remembering hurt too much; manifesting into a numbing ache in her chest which she couldn’t shake off until Snowflake told herself aloud why she was here. “He is not dead. The bastard is just hiding.” Still, the padlock spoke for itself as Snowflake stood on the outside of Crimson’s make-shift home; he wasn’t there. Even if she broke in there would be no point; his bed was undoubtedly a worn mattress lying next to his wardrobe, standing opposite the wire-mess which made up his computer. She would also bet that he had installed an alarm system of some sort; maybe even a self-destructive device on his computer to get rid of anything incriminating should anyone enter his ‘home’ uninvited. Snowflake frowned and looked at the container, instinctively knocking on it twice even if she did see the padlock only seconds earlier. She flinched at her own stupidity as well as the partly hollow noise echoing through the container, then took a last glance around the alleyway to see if anything else was conspicuous. As nothing made an immediate impression, she furrowed her brows and resisted the urge to punch the door in anger, only letting out a very frustrated sigh as she decided to leave another message for Reaver. ’Ree, I found his hideout. It doesn’t seem like he’s here, so I’ll hang around for a bit before I head back. Later’ ‘Snowflake stood there for a couple of minutes before the weight of the memories of what she and Crimson had been through together became nearly too much to bear. Remembering a coffee shop she passed by a couple of streets back, she decided to go and get some hot chocolate. With eager steps she entered the shop minutes later, and was relieved to find it had a calm, warm atmosphere with its lack of customers. ’Café Nero, huh? I should take a note to remember this place.’Walking up to wait in line behind a very tall man, Snowflake pushed her glasses back up on her nose and glanced over the menu displayed next to the counter on an old-fashioned blackboard. She could also hear the news rattling on on a TV nearby but took no particular interest in it; what mattered now was to get some sweet hot delight she could sip on while waiting for the person she hoped was still alive to appear.
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Post by Arbor on Sept 1, 2016 14:07:30 GMT
Reaver She shrugged, feigning that she was only just having the idea form, when in fact it had been a major reason in helping these Vipers get out alive. She needed more trained men. These here were more trained men. "Well, as it would happen, we've been putting together a little business venture that requires some talented sorts to support it." Gang was an ugly word for such negotiations, but the meaning was firmly implied. "If you and your boys and girls want in, I can offer good pay, expensive toys, and a place to stay whenever you need to lie low. You'll be working directly for me, no middle-men or political missions. Just nice, simple mercenary work for someone who has the income to cover any of your expenses." She turned, noticing the barrage of texts to her phone, and realised she had to move fast. "Talk to your men, think it over, yeah? I'll want an answer when I get back." With that, she set off, striding outside and getting on her motorbike, ready to set off. Reading through the messages that were sent, Reaver came to the conclusion that this was going to be one hell of a "rest" day. Inferno having a daughter was frankly bizarre, but because Inferno was a temperamental piece of shit at the moment, avoiding all interactions on the subject sounded like the wise course of action. Snow was out looking for Crimson, and Lena was playfully talking about murdering her, which was a good sign that she wanted to chat. Shaking her head and smirking, she pulled on her helmet, and roared away. Twelve Twelve didn't understand cookery, as he was rapidly coming to see, so he simply sat quietly and followed behind L and Cybelle, humming to himself and thinking deeply about developing this clearly lacking skill set. Perhaps a design for a taste-sensor would be an enjoyable addition to his chassis? He hadn't considered it before, but it seemed so obvious now! A whole world of sensations and textures that he had unwittingly cut himself off from. This kind of mistake was a clear sign that he hadn't considered half the available possibilities. A system for detecting scents, perhaps? A programme dedicated to understanding the likelihood of internet videos being fake or honest? Simultaneously frustrated and excited, he split a fraction off his processing power off to begin work on drawing up designs, while he himself returned to reality. Salvatore Ragno Ragno smirked as Foley hid his words from the guards. There was little need, given the influence he had called in to exert here. Foley was already free, even if he didn't know it. "Mr Foley, you needn't play coy. Scarlet City is a place where corruption is a daily occurrence, and my wealth is such that for the next few hours, this prison is mine." His words were arrogant, but they were true. "So, Mr Foley, I ask you again. Do you want freedom? There's a job that requires your special touch, you see, and I hate to see your gifts go to waste." Alf Jones For the second time in as many days, a distant, painful memory had jumped right back into Alf's life. He stood, blank faced and stunned, as he looked at the young man who he held such affection for, a man who he had not spoken to for too many years. Rory Cross had been responsible for bringing Alf out of the pain of loss, although he had never told him, a man who had brought Alf out from the loss of his wife and brother and daughter and had made life livable again. His mentor-ship had ended badly, Rory leaving because of Alf's all too tight and protective hand. That had been hard, and Alf had for a long time held a small resentment against his former protege for that harsh parting. Now though, in the wake of Rhys' return, there were no grudges to hold. Rory was older, and looked so damaged that it broke his heart to look at him. There was no resentment left to hold. "Rory..." He muttered, stepping forwards towards his old friend and apprentice. Then, he simply embraced the taller, younger man, clasping him as if he was a long lost son, finally returned...
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Post by LHudson on Sept 1, 2016 19:21:14 GMT
CLAUDIA KRAMER "I'm not trying to draw up a case against Miss Johnson, I'm just concerned for everyone's health. Regardless if it is true or not, I feel that those within these walls are my responsibility, in the same way a guests health in your house is your responsibility." She pressed the button, and down the elevator went. "I thought yesterday would be a stress free day, maybe some rhetoric but not a bloodbath. It's not everyday you wake up and expect a battle on your doorstep, you just don't want that." She sighed to herself. "Don't suppose you could recommend a good therapist?"
NATASHA MCCALL Natasha looked down at the boy, and also smiled in response. "I've bought a place, nice and out of the way with a good view, but considering the sheer size I thought it would be good if you moved in." She looked at a strand of her own hair. "We work too well together, and I owe you my life." She looked back down. "And a drink. I know a bar Downtown if you want to head there at some point."
BRENDAN FOLEY "Implying that I am being coy." He jumped up. "I'm dying of boredom in here, wasn't too bad for 2 weeks but then it starts grinding against you. There's no sunlight here!" He holds out his arm, inspecting the single detail that now stood out. "I'm whiter than fucking Casper! I thought that was impossible!" He leans against the wall. "But please, tell me more about your...business, I want to hear every single detail of what you have to say, down to the last letter." He sighed with happiness. "God I missed social interaction so much.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Sept 1, 2016 19:36:20 GMT
- HUNTER -
The sun cast dying rays of light that signalled the lofty start of the morning, like Luke, the sky barely beamed as if it too were suffering from exhaustion, his heart thumped sometimes whenever he went out to glance at the window, as if white clouds or grey clouds would descend overhead and signal the start of more snow, or more rain. At the very least for him, he noted as he continued to sip the last dregs of the sweet caramel taste that warmed his tongue, he wouldn't have to deal with the freezing cold, he didn't want to deal with that for a long time. He hated the cold, and by now as he finished his warm beverage, feeling the empty glass clatter with the table as he clumsily dolloped it back onto the wooden surface. His fingers felt odd, almost stuck, like blood still lied between his fingertips and dried, pain still coursing through him as he flexed them, feeling a satisfying crunch as he felt some short-term relief from the pain.
The news that had been blurred out since the sight of that familiar face had alerted him once more, the newscaster now moving onto words of “the battle”, the “big conclusion” to the maniacal scheming of a madman in his lust for power, and for safety. As, Luke turned to glance at the television one last time, a sickening feeling that no amount of rain could give him lurched under his skin, his hands automatically grabbing for his rucksack, and pushing him up from the table as the familiar weight clung to his back, because it wasn't rain he saw that made him sick, it was snow.
Luke saw that time had passed, cafe goers that weren't busied with work or a visit to the hospital were now entering, crowding the place as he saw the growing line for the nervous barista, weighting upon them both. He had a limited window, he felt, his body screaming at him to let them rest just for a few more moments despite his mind's obsession with only going faster, only pushing himself further to pass through into the open cool air and suddenly reminded him that he needed to get out of the city, and for good reason. He didn't bother thinking about spending any time to relax, not anymore as he began finding himself heading towards the woman, his eyes, and mind distant as he kept his focus away from her.
“Excuse me,” He slid through a gap, close to the familiar woman, as he felt his rucksack bump her side. A curse stung the air as he sharply muttered to himself underneath his breath, he barely took the time to look over his shoulder, “Sorry,” he added as he quickly began to walk out of the cafe, despite the warmth of the day, it was only ebbing from the goosebumps and fear that prickled on Luke's skin and his mind. He started to walk faster, occasionally glancing back once or twice as he focused on any shortcuts he could use, it was here and now most of all that he seemed to miss the rooftops, but continued to keep pressing on.
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Post by AlexJ on Sept 1, 2016 21:21:42 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning The elevator couldn't come to a halt any quicker; now Claudia was more directly referring to the tragic series of events that had unfolded. If she was feigning surprise at the attack, then she was a cold hearted witch. If, however, her words were genuine, then she (and her brother's operation) simply was incompetent. Staring blankly at the metallic doors, Elizabeth dryly responded to her question, "I've found that your conscience is the best vehicle for self reflection." She turned her head to face Claudia, her expression unchanging for a few seconds, before duty compelled her to offer a polite smile. ESTEBAN VARGAS | WARLOCK Heartania | The Forge 2nd December 2063 | Morning Esteban allowed the fury to wash over him as he stood, barefoot, beside the remnants of the crude wooden training dummy. His panting breath began to slow, and his wide, adrenaline pumped eyes lowered to a look of bitter acceptance. Though he was visibly calmer than he was during his exercise, he still had an uncontrollable fire in him; one that baited him to the gentle beeping of a minor alert within The Forge's main computer. Assault. East Brownbank Street, back alley.He bit his lip, closed his eyes and lowered his head in quiet thought. Every instinct he had was telling him he needed to pursue it, though when he thought of Natalia, and what she may have thought, he began to feel guilty. The two never kept secrets, no matter how insignificant they were, but he could see no other way forward. Keeping his mind tactically clear, Esteban grabbed the faded black hoodie that rested on a pushed aside office chair, and after putting it on; found thick black gloves and an even thicker neck scarf to properly conceal his identity. He then tightened his fists, and made his way out of the twins' makeshift HQ, in pursuit of fulfilment.
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Post by Jaminx on Sept 1, 2016 21:44:37 GMT
"One day we'll make a rainbow cake, it'll be eve more intricate than this..." L replied firmly her eyes alight with a goal in mind. "But you're right we should start on something simpler. Hmm we could do pancakes."
L brought up a bunch of images from basic pancakes to ones in different shapes with different toppings and flavourings.
"The batter is simple and then we can pick whatever we want to add extra to it. Have an experiment with different flavours and colours."
A thought occurred to her in a slow way as she turned to Cybelle and Twelve with a slightly worried look.
"Oh dear I forgot to ask you before whether you can eat! I found out from Twelve yesterday but we didn't meet you till after we were at the cafe. And even if you don't as your host I owe you both some equivalent to food."
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Ali was face deep in a soft pillow. She wasn't sure how she had got here in this little bed with its soft sheets after a deep long shower to get the smell of death out but she was grateful to the receptionist who had guided her here.
Her eyes were already beginning to close against the weight of the night it had left behind. Screw old friends, go hang responsibilities and take a hike consequences. She would deal with them again later when she woke, preferably after a large meal of something.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Sept 1, 2016 21:48:33 GMT
~ Snowflake ~
Snowflake had kept her cool when an even taller limping goof had bumped into her with his backpack, only catching a glimpse of his worn face as he quickly exited the coffee shop when a batch of regular coffee drinkers entered the cozy café. Though he had abruptly stood up and hurried out the door Snowflake didn’t think any of it as she tried to decide for herself; hot chocolate with, or without, cream? ”The Citadel … fight … live footage … many casualties…” And so the TV went on and on, with Snowflake only giving it a swift glance when her eyes suddenly widened in surprise and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. The ‘live footage’ was of none other than the ghost himself; Crimson, fighting a man with messy brown hair at the middle of the bridge. Her eyes flickered quickly and she pushed the fake glasses back up on her nose, while she stared at the other man’s face for what felt like ages while it in reality only lasted two seconds. The footage shifted from the brutal fight and a thought struck Snowflake like lightning from a blue sky; the man Crimson fought, didn’t he seem a bit like the one who pushed past her a second ago? ’Shit!’Without any polite manners she quickly turned around and started pushing past the people in line until she reached the door; once outside she saw the man walk away pretty fast for someone in seemingly great pain. Snowflake considered this as she started following him through the street and set her pace to be slightly faster to slowly but surely catch up to him.
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Post by Adam on Sept 1, 2016 23:03:31 GMT
ANOMALY | Rory Cross Heartania | The Tower
2nd December 2063 | Morning Rory stood and allowed the hug to envelope him. A silence rang out. He was home. Rory had always feared Alf's response if he were to ever come back... to be welcomed back literally with open arms was incredible. Had Alf's steely drive softened over the years. One question burned in his mind, but now was not the time. "How are you keeping, old man?" he chuckled nervously, again putting on his jokey exterior. He took a step back from the man as he spoke, just looking at him with an honest and genuine smile.
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Heartania | Leo's Gym
2nd December 2063 | Morning "I'm fine honestly," Jay replied, a grin plastered on his face - the first real one in too long, "You just surprised me." He laughed softly. "But now you mention it I haven't had a single bit since I woke up," Jay bowed his head slightly, "If you're hungry I know a caff? I could do with the company." Jay chuckled, self-deprecating - making light of his loneliness.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Sept 2, 2016 0:06:23 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke shuddered, the pain going through his arms was nothing compared to the scorching heat building up in his legs, their every movement almost begging him to stop, to slow down, but he knew that he couldn't. His breath grew shakier and shakier, finding it hard to concentrate as his mind recalled the memories of that same woman. The same woman who he shot, the same woman who he saw at the battle, it was always the same woman. Despite the growing warmth of the day, despite the burning pain in his legs, Luke only found himself growing colder. In one swift move, he turned to glance over his shoulder, and for a moment he stopped, watching as the woman was now walking, gaining pace and aiming directly towards him. It was then and there he felt himself begin to run, away from the woman, through the people on the streets, he ducked and dove through them and he could barely bite back the urge to yell in pain, stifling himself as he could barely focus on anything but getting away.
He skidded to a stop, the pain becoming unbearable as he dove into an alleyway only to fall down and crash into the ground, his head hurt, a distant ringing in his ears as relief swept through him, for a second he wanted to stay there, just to take himself away from the painful heat, but as he looked back, he knew the woman was probably coming closer, he didn't make much distance and doubted that even the small crowds on the street could hide him from her sight. Luke used the wall to get up, thankful that he didn't pull out any of his stitches and reopen his wounds as he found it difficult to get his legging. The stone that he crumbled into, he wiped away from his forehead, feeling a cut there that had begun to bleed slightly, stinging him with a persistent and annoying new source of pain as Luke moved further and further down the alleyway. It was to his surprise, and resounding disappointment when he realized a chain link fence suddenly blocked his path, his hands digging in the holes, leaning on it as he heard the familiar rattle as it shook under his weight.
“Fuck,” Luke muttered to himself, as he could already begin to feel a presence growing closer towards him. His hand reached down to his gun as he slowly turned around, feeling his grip only tighten around it as he withdrew it from his holster, scared, and yet resilient all the same.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Sept 2, 2016 16:41:26 GMT
The brief glimpse of recognition when the man glanced back at her was all she needed to confirm the little idea Snowflake had inside the café; somehow he had seen her, or recognized her from somewhere, most likely from the battle the previous day. This didn't matter to her though; if this really was the same man from the live footage Crimson was very likely the one who had done a number on him- so why was he still walking? One thing was for certain though as Snowflake started running after the man; if there was anything which could be compared to bloodlust, it was the desire she had to stop and kill this man as soon as she caught up with him. He had to know something about what happened, and it was very likely he was connected to whatever trick Snowflake was convinced Crimson pulled yesterday. She caught a last glimpse of him before he disappeared momentarily from her view, but just as she caught up to the place he vanished from she noticed an alleyway to her side. Without hesitation she headed in there, starting to skid on the slippery surface as it froze under her feet, helping her to swiftly make it down the alleyway. The low mutter of swearing was barely audible compared to the clattering of a chain link fence being tugged at, causing Snowflake to grin to herself as she saw the guy trapped between her and the only way out. Needless to say she was thrilled... until she saw the gun in his hand. She didn't feel like being shot again. Stopping in the middle of the alleyway, not flinching at the sight of the gun in his hand, she instead stared at the fresh cut on his forehead with a fake, worried frown. Her hands clutched the two broken Colt's in her pockets as she now was absolutely certain this man was the one who fought Crimson on the TV. "Wow, you're a jumpy guy. Why are you so scared, hmm? I'm not dangerous, you really didn't have to run that fast."
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Post by iCaramelBird on Sept 2, 2016 18:07:20 GMT
- HUNTER -
The sound of footsteps before had never been so menacing as Luke raised his gun, his hand was shaking under the weight, forcing him to struggle with both hands to hold up the gun, keeping a careful aim at the woman. Her slim figure seemed to stalk through the darkened alleyway, the soft sound of dripping water from the metal grated balconies of nearby apartments was the only sound that Luke could focus on beyond his breathing, the footsteps, the gears that were turning in both of their heads. The woman still kept to the same style as before, moving quickly, dangerously, their eyes framed through thick glasses set on their target and ready to seemingly wipe out anybody that stood in her path. It was only a shame now, that Luke was in her path for reasons he could only assume weren't going to end so happily for him. As he saw the woman work, the disgusting lie of concern and disappointment upon their visage, the toggle of the guns safety clicked in the alleyway with resounding sharpness. He glowered at her.
“Take one more step and I'll shoot,” warned Luke, and he meant it too, trying with all his might to make sure the gun was kept up, that his occasional shakes and tremors in his hands weren't out of fear, but out of fatigue. In some ways they were similar to one another, no matter how resilient you were, fear or fatigue could strike the strongest men and bring them to their knees. Luke gulped, shivering slightly as the pain was coming back, some blood slowly dripped from his cut, not reaching far, as he blinked, not affording the blood to distract him for a moment. “What do you want?” He added, stepping back until he felt his movement interrupted by the chain link fence, rattling once more as a warning.
Luke remembered that he had been in situations like this before, rooftops weren't exactly safer than the streets it seemed, and most of the time, it didn't end well. He kept a careful eye on the water close by, the sword that still weighed on his back, and the gun in his hands. The woman brought a chill to her every touch and Luke wondered now if he should have killed her when he had the chance, he had done worst things beforehand. He immediately snapped at himself for thinking like that, but even now with the same woman staring him down, Luke couldn't help but contemplate how easy it could be to simply shoot her and to run. Yet he wouldn't get the chance, he knew deep down who would win this fight, and out of the two options, he wasn't surprised to remark how he wasn't either of them. Yet that still wasn't going to stop him from trying.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Sept 2, 2016 18:51:16 GMT
~Dr Clueless~ The post woman turned away and started to walk to the next house, she turned to look back at Clueless as stood there hold the package under his arms and waving at her, once she turned back Clueless shut the door and placed the package on a conveyer belt to the left of him, the belt started to move and the package went into the wall Clueless sighed to himself "' sigh' I wonder if someone is sending me death mail again" he said as the package was scanned and weighed, looking up at a screen above that showed the package a number popped up with the message 'There is a 97% chance it is not a bomb' his handed hovered over to options that popped up after reading the message "hmm" he said as his was thinking of which button to press, they read 'Dispose' and 'Retrieve' he pressed Retrieve and the belt started to go in reverse as it pulled out the package from within the wall, holding it up he started to carefully open the package on the off chance it was a bomb, once it was unveiled it turned out to not be a bomb but a box containing a Dart gun "Oh my dart gun, I forgot I ordered that" he said as he looked at it "now i just need to... load up some of those experimental syringes I’ve been cooking up" he said as he looked over to the Chemistry lab part of the room
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Sept 2, 2016 19:19:41 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Carefully observing the shaking movements of the man, Snowflake stood still as her frown changed into a malicious grin. Water droplets gathered themselves in small puddles on the ground simply waiting to get frozen and used to Snowflake’s advantage, the only hindrance holding her back from doing so was the weapon aimed at her. “I’ve only got some questions, chill~” Her eyes looked him up and down, but there was nothing familiar about him; still, he obviously knew who she was or he wouldn’t seem so terrified. “The man in red you fought with at the bridge yesterday; what happened with him?”
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Post by Jaminx on Sept 3, 2016 18:42:32 GMT
"Hmm." Haley bit her lip as she thought it through. She wasn't needed back till twelve and technically Jerry could do all the work here if she could persuade his stony face.
"Give me a minute. I need to sort something out first." She smiled with drawn brows a hint of mischief in her walk as she handed back her borrowed gloves to Leo.
"That was a nice performance. It's going to steal centre stage i'm sure." He guffawed before walking off to put the gloves away. Left alone with Jerry she made her move.
"I've got a proposition for you." She used her most seductive whisper. He raised his eyebrows in the largest show of emotion he had got going that day. It said clearly you have nothing I want.
"Now don't take me that way. I know your heart doesn't beat for me. Now on the other hand there is Harry from accounts..."
He paused watching Haley with a scowl.
"Who I happen to have the phone number of and who may have told me their idea of a perfect first date..."
"What do you want?" Jerry growled, though there was an undertone of possessiveness underlying the anger.
"Could you finish up the interview with Leo by yourself? I'll give you the dirt on Harry and sort out all the editing later so you don't have to talk to Dora."
His face was stone again for a moment before he handed across a pen rolling his eyes. She scribbled down Harry's number and the date information.
"You're a great man to deal with Jerry." She grinned walking back to Jay.
"Have fun with your own date." He called after her, holding the paper with the number tightly. She half blushed but didn't turn as she flipped him the bird.
"Right so where is this cafe i'm absolutely starving." She kept her face as neutral as she could though creases at her eyes belied a hidden smile fuelled by nerves beneath the surface.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Sept 3, 2016 19:29:33 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke narrowed his eyes, keeping his gun steady as he saw the disgusting grin that formed upon the visage of the brown haired woman, her eyes perused and prowled through the alleyway like a predator, glancing around at her environment and waiting for her moment to strike. Yet even still he cast his mind back to the man in red, he saw many men in red, himself and James too, all of them together were basking in blood, stained to the very breeches, as it continued to pour, ebb, and flow out of wounds and onto their thick skin alike. But it was far more specific than that, mentioning the name alone caused a glint to appear in the woman's eye, one that caused Luke to furrow his brows as he tried to remember, forced to crawl through memories that he knew he wanted to forget, and yet it was the bewitching taint of this woman that forced him to remember, even when he didn't want to. His eyes widened at the realization, the feeling of fingers constricting his throat and the rage of blue seas behind those icy eyes that looked at him, the voice culled for his death.Listen to me...
Luke shuddered slightly, his widened eyes look scared, and lost, forgotten of the world that he was in as he was plunged into another, far scarier and death-like, there was nothingness except the sensation of torture itself.So listen to me when I tell you to stay down...
The very growls that he suffered through came back to haunt him, in his lifetime, Luke knew there were many moments when he thought it was all over. Times when he couldn't up but cower and shiver in the darkness, in alleyways like this one, on the floor as bullets, rang overhead, behind cover, behind carcasses, behind words, behind emotions. There was always a layer that he cast up when he felt the familiar tug of his stomach, the goosebumps crawling upon the paling skin of his neck, the lost utterances and words deject of meaning yet so desperately trying to have one as they reached through his throat, words crafting nothingness as they entered nothingness itself. The crackling energy that sparked on that sniper rifle was the same one that embedded itself in his mind, his thoughts clearing, the world focusing once more as his irises lost in space, focused once more on the woman, refusing to let her win this battle.“The one in the crimson jacket?” exclaimed Luke, a sharp bitterness in his throat, as he remembered his first encounter with the man, the same man from beforehand, the both of them at the stadium, and they clearly had a fierce protection over one another. Luke gazed at the woman, trying his best to gauge her response, as his grip all but tightened on the gun, despite the pain that he was slowly adapting to, trying his best to distract himself with the many other thoughts that perused by. Yet something else about the woman perturbed him, it was then when he continued to focus, he remembered him and James together on the front lines, dealing with the wave of Vipers that never ceased. Despite barely being able to sometimes see through the flames, Luke remembered watching Jason dodge and fight the woman, catching glimpses of their roaring battle, other words echoed in his mind.Come on! We need to fall back before we get surrounded out here, Luke!
He didn't focus on it back then, but the man looked so hurt, and not on just a physical level. The battle pushed everyone to their limits, and he was relieved to see him rush over towards Lilly, his sister, that he could barely reach out to in the madness, the news that he was dead seemed to sting just a little bit more, as Luke stepped forward, glaring at the woman.
“Did you kill Jason?” questioned Luke, the sharp bitterness still resounded in his voice as he looked at the woman up and down. “Don't you dare say you don't know who that is because I saw you. You've seen us before, at the stadium, at the battle, you and your little group that is obsessed with chaos, and keep following us wherever we go.” He added, feeling some relief from the frustration brought about the numerous women in this group that seemed to plague the city. In truth be barely knew much about them, only from their previous encounters, and now they were still out there, probably plotting their next move. It only figured that they would work with a man as despicable as Acchilleus.
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