Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 22, 2014 13:17:02 GMT -5
It was a very quiet bar that Marcus rested in. There was very few people who were drunk but most were leaving at this time. Late at the night and no one around, perfect time for Marcus to take off his coat and allow his dark wings to stretch. He got a lot of looks from the employees, but none came to question him. The plate of food he ordered rested on his table while he took a deep whiff before digging in. The food was delicious, as said on their banner, and the radio played a soothing jazz song that some couples where dancing too. One old drunk tried to get a young girl to dance, that didn't work out so well for him.
There was nothing interesting about this bar other than the meal and the beer. Which was actually pretty good. This was the one time where Marcus could think, dream about his past, the horrible events that happened, and show a little sadness. He had escaped death many times but he could not figure out how to escape the past. Like many other people in this bar, he was a troubled soul trying to drown out his own misery. The only difference is, he has a high tolerance for alcohol.
Last Edit: Aug 14, 2014 21:25:12 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Jade Falls on Jun 22, 2014 13:47:47 GMT -5
She stormed into the bar and took at seat at a lonely stool. She ordered a shot and took the drink quickly then she had another and another until she was completely drunk. Her fingers felt around the glass as she took a look around. The slow music played in her head as her hand felt her cheek. Images blared in her mind her her father feeling on her smooth skin and resting his lips on that cheek and she felt disgust and agony all over again. She gripped the glass tighter and cracked it. The shards of the glass dug into her hand as blood began dripping onto the counter. She held her hand up to the bartender and smirked. “This...this needs tending.” She smiled in his face and whipped the blood onto his shirt. She saw the rage flaring up into his eyes and could feel the eyes of every person in the bar goring down at her. She slowly licked her lips and stood in front of everyone and showed them her hand. “Any of you fuckers want to fight me because this bar tender here seems to timid!” She was another person and the poisonous alcohol was mixing her thoughts and provoking her to a madness she would never understand in her more timid weak state. But with this alcohol she felt strong and powerful. She went up to the first man she saw and looked him in the eye. She focused on him and no one else then she showed him her hand. Then she noticed his dark wings and she froze. He had wings also maybe he could help her understand her past.
Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 22, 2014 14:41:01 GMT -5
Marcus quiet night and many of everyone else's was soon interrupted by a woman bursting into the bar and taking one too many drinks. She broke the glass with a tight grip, she was no doubt a supernatural, and began pestering the bar tender. When he didn't seem very happy with her show of attention she turned towards Marcus. He grabbed a hold of his Katana blade that was hidden under the table just in case things got a little overboard. She stopped right there though. Her dark eyes followed the gentle flapping of his wings. It seemed that she had calmed down a bit.
Marcus looked around and saw many of everyone's eyes focus on the interaction between the woman and him. "Sit down," was all he said to the ebony female before turning to the waitress and ordering three cups of water, two cold and one warm. If the lady in front of him did not sit down then he would turn to more forcible measures; if she did sit down then he would give her the two cold glass of waters for her to drink, that would help with her drunken state, and take a look at her hand. He wasn't a doctor, but the job he worked in forced him to know every medical technique needed to survive. He would apply pressure to her hand, which might hurt a little, then pour the warm water over it before wrapping it up from a ripped piece of his coat. Once he was done giving her aid, he would push his left over plate of food, which had a lot in it, and order some more beer for himself.
If everything went according to plan he would look over at her and notice every action she made before speaking,"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Marcus didn't like caring for people, and he certainly didn't like caring for a young dumb ass bitch. However so many people showed kindness to him in his darkest hour that he figured he should at least try it once. He took a shot of his beer and listened to what ever she would say, making sure she had nothing else to drink.
Post by Jade Falls on Jun 22, 2014 18:03:41 GMT -5
She complied and sat mesmerized by his wings. She wanted to touch them and slip her fingers slowly through the feathers. She slightly leaned over the table to touch them unsure of what his reaction would then she pulled back. She tilted her head and smiled at him, “Hi.” Something about him was captivating her attention and drawing her in. She turned her attention back toward his wings and licked her lips grinning. At this point he could take full advantage of her and she wouldn't care. She was so drunk she could barely see straight. She whipped some drool of the side of her mouth and rested her head on the table. She herd him order the three glasses of water and sat up. She tilted her head to the side not understanding what exactly he was doing. Jade shrugged her shoulders and took off her jacket revealing two beautiful white wings. “If it starts getting cold in here take me outside.” She rested her head back on the booth. She was confused and dizzy but understood from pat experiences what she could do.
Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 22, 2014 18:27:36 GMT -5
This woman was completely out of it. If she didn't eat or drink to calm her mind she might be drunk like this all night. He thought silently to himself wondering if it would be alright to touch her again. He figured that she wouldn't mind since she was drunk and all. Marcus picked her up by her chin, hopefully she would not fight him, and placed one cup of water between her lips. He didn't want her to choke on it so he decided to pour only a little water at a time and wait until he heard the sound of her swallowing. Once he was done with that cup of water, without any trouble, he would pour into her mouth the second cup. After all that the daemon would let go of her head, if she was knocked out or weak then he would guide her head to the table.
He looked at her expressions, the way she reacted to his black furry wings. He had allowed her to do whatever she wanted with him just as long as he could do what ever he wanted with her. He looked at her soft white wings and kinda laughed a little at the way she acted. "Certainly isn't a way for an angel to act now is it? That is if you are an angel." Marcus turned his attention to the area around them and the people in it. Just a couple of drunk men playing pool and a hooker relaxing at a booth far from them. The soft jazz music now turned to hardcore rock and he bobbed his head to it a little. He enjoyed rock but was more of a Beethoven type of man. He wondered if it would be okay to leave this bitch here. The thought of men raping her came to his mind and he decided to stay. He payed close attention to her as he ordered some food for her to grub on when she was awake enough. "Can I get a order of mash potatoes, chicken leg, and dirty rice," he said to the waitress and turned back to the winged woman,"Whats your name?"
Last Edit: Jun 22, 2014 19:29:35 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
She looked up at him as if she were in a dream. “Jade....Jade Falls...” She spoke in a slurred voice as she peered up at him with big brown angelic eyes. Her eyes fluttered as dizzy spell washed over her. She braced herself then leaned over the table and regurgitated as mass undigested food. Then she held herself over the table and stared down at the floor for a moment. She had never drank much before except a glass or two. She felt her stomach tighten as she hurled again onto the cold hard floor. Then she took her sleeve and whipped her chin. She slowly sat up in her seat and tried to pull together all of dignity. Then she felt tears sweeping down her cheeks and she cupped her hands She was feeling horrible now and her feelings were engulfing her and she couldn't escape them. She was hurting inside and she felt horrible.
Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 23, 2014 11:13:30 GMT -5
She spoke to him in a slurred drunken voice,"Jade....Jade Falls.." then rid herself of her lunch that she just had. For some reason this made Marcus laugh. He seemed to enjoy how this woman reacted to alcohol like it was her first time drinking. His first time was the same and he ended up challenging his master to a fight, that didn't work so well for him. Marcus would have held her hair up, if she had any, but he was satisfied with the hair she bore. If she had the long flowing hair like every other bitch in this town had then he would end up leaving her for the dogs. Oh how he loathed beautiful women, or his definition of beautiful.
It appeared that she was done crying and had finally pulled herself together only to fall into pieces the next moment. This girl was like a piece of glass that hand been banged on for many years. One more bang and she will shatter. He took in a deep breath and stood up gathering his coat and things, placing his Katana on the table. Marcus didn't know what the fuck he was about to do. It seemed that he was angry at the new conscience he decided to grow ever since that bitch made him think he was gonna die."Do you have a place to stay Jade Falls?" His wings flapped making a loud noise and a small gust of wind blow her way to get her attention.
Post by Jade Falls on Jun 29, 2014 12:38:11 GMT -5
She looked up at him slowly and shook her head. She had no were to be or stay she had run away from her only home. She looked around the old bar and noticed eyes bearing her down. The men's eyes were mostly glued to her figure as if they were all waiting to take advantage of her. Her Insides were turning and she could feel her blood rushing through her views. There was a silence hanging in the air. She felt if she didn’t go with this man her life could be at stake. She pushed herself up slowly from the table and looked deep into the mans eyes. Jade ran her tongue over her thick lips and she felt a cold rush swirl around her. The wind in the bar began to pick up as snow blew in from the windows. She balled her hands into fist and tried her best to control it. She was trying so hard to hold it inside with all of her might. Her stomach muscles twisted inside of her and she grinned her teeth.
Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 29, 2014 16:31:47 GMT -5
She made a no gesture. This caused Marcus to grimace at her. He was in a mood for helping but just how much could he help her? He was gonna offer her a ride in a Taxi, or whatever ride she had, and bring her home, but she had no place. She was just a homeless person who took in too much alcohol trying to drown out her misery. He sorta laughed at this girl. Did she even have enough money to pay for the many drinks she bought? Was she planning on paying eventually, or dying to the many effects of the drug she drunk?
Marcus backed away a little as she got up and stared into his blood red eyes. He could tell a lot from a persons eye, they had a great story. Marcus saw heart ache, pain and something else... Something strange. Marcus turned his attention to everyone else. They started shivering and pulling their coats and jackets as close to their skin as they could. He then looked at the small noticeable breath of air blowing out of his mouth. Why could he see his own carbon? His body shook as a sense of cold wind blew through out the entire bar. The temperature suddenly dropped and the room was starting to freeze. Did they turn down the temperature of the bar? Marcus looked at the bartender who looked around with a confused look of his own.
Then a crack of a window. More like all the windows as a sudden gust of wind and snow blew into the bar, toppling tables, people, glass, and everything in sight. He ducked to the ground as he noticed this and question just what the fuck was going on. He looked to the girl who had her fist balled and her mouth cringed then realized just exactly who was causing this. He looked at her for only a second then dashed to the females direction, phased through her and appeared behind her, then sent a hand chop to the back of her neck. This would cause her to faint from the sudden lack of oxygen and the hard storm to stop as well.
Last Edit: Jun 29, 2014 17:04:33 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Jade Falls on Jun 30, 2014 14:21:21 GMT -5
She stood there until she felt a sharp pain shoot through her neck. She fell to the ground slowly and collapsed. The wind suddenly stopped in an instant and the snow lay in a thin sheet on the ground. She groaned as her wings flapped underneath her in her sleep. She could feel the soft flakes tickle her cheeks. She took deep uneven breaths as her eyes fluttered shut. There were shoes around her and she could smell men. She tried to push her eyes back open but couldn’t find the strength to do it with. The nature in her that she controlled had ceased and now all was at calm. Shattered glass lay on the ground and she could her people step over it. Her mind was in a blur as the bar tender ran over demanding compensation. There was so much wrong at that moment and all she could do was curl up and sleep. Its all she had ever wanted to do.
Post by Marcus Drago on Jul 1, 2014 10:13:53 GMT -5
Silence. That's all that was left after the storm blew. The room was nothing but silent. Marcus looked around the cold destroyed bar and gave a sorta happy expression. This place was totaled with snow and tables laying every where around the area. The humans that had experienced that where on the ground looking to the next person trying to guess inside their head what the fuck just happened. He noticed that some people had glass lodged inside their face. One shook in place for a minute before landing on the floor permanently. The daemon counted himself lucky that he wasn't close to any window when the storm blew.
The manager went around checking to see if people where alright. There was one death but everyone else seemed to be alive. Some where shaken up and teary eye from this little experience, those people would never be the same again, others brushed it off like it was nothing. The daemon looked down at the woman that caused this and laughed. Did she mean to do this? Or was this a show of uncontrollable abilities? It seemed as though she was straining before the daemon placed her in a short comma, but straining to do what? Questions ran through Marcus head as to what was going on. He himself was clueless about this girl and what her goal of this was.
The manager stepped to the girl below his feet in a worry state. Probably concerned about her dying in her bar. It would most certainly look bad for business. "She alive?" The woman said. The manager was indeed female and she stood five feet, maybe lower than that. She had squinting eyes and a deep Asian accent that allowed Marcus to know that English wasn't this woman's first language. "Yeah," was all he said to the woman. She seemed scared and nervous around him, especially since his wings were just flapping everywhere. Maybe she blamed Marcus for this, he was blamed for lots of things before so it didn't hurt. He actually liked feeling like a monster. "Take her and go, take her and go!" The woman screamed as she moved around to check the other customers.
He most certainly didn't want to take her, but looking at parts of her body and her curves made him wonder a little. How long has it been since he laid with a woman? seventy or eighty years maybe. She looked young and a little untouched. Short hair and ebony skin as a bonus. This girl was his type, so maybe he could enjoy her for a little while.
He lowered his body towards her and started feeling her body. Jade falls was her name and she had no home. Maybe lost it or probably ran away. She looked young enough to be in her teens to him. Of course time was never an important thing when it came to angels, daemons, or what ever the fuck she is. He pulled out of the girls clothes four pistols and a revolver."This bitch was ready for war." Placing the guns in his pants, pockets, and coat he picked the girl up and over his shoulders."Time to go home," he said with a small laugh and strolled out of the bar.
Last Edit: Jul 1, 2014 10:18:55 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Her eyes fluttered open as she took in her surroundings. There was an old piece of art work sitting on the wall across from her of a something dark and gory. In front of the couch she laid on was an old coffee table filled with old newspaper clippings she couldn’t quit make them out do to her blurred vision. The air in the room was cool and yet she was shivering harder then she should have been. The angel could feel her blood rising and She tried to dig her hands into her pockets but she didn’t have any pockets. Her guns were gone! She looked herself over to find all that laid on her body was a t-shirt. She was naked underneath and the only thing she felt was sheer anger. She would kill the person who had possibly touched her. She closed her eyes as the room began to slowly spin in a circle. The angel lay back down on the couch and looked up at the celling. She couldn’t move and she felt paralyzed and weak.
Post by Marcus Drago on Jul 11, 2014 11:53:32 GMT -5
Marcus walked out the building with the girl on his shoulders. He didn't know why he was doing it. Pity maybe? To actually feel good about doing something for once? The promise of screwing her later in the future? Many reasons ran through his head, but something else was calling at his attention. Now he began to silently curse himself as the rain poured down onto the streets. Not only would he have to carry this bitch, but he was going to carry her in a storm. The things he did for a nice piece of booty. Luckily for them, there was a patio and a sun roof at the entrance to the bar, so they weren't encumbered by water yet. He placed her down near the door and took off her overcoat, laying it on her head. Then he pulled his hood over him and picked her up again- placing her over his shoulders.
The walk back to the hotel was quick. All he had to do was literally walk till he reached an intersection then turn. He would then head straight and stroll into the shittiest refuge building he had ever seen. There was no one outside but men in street clothing and durags wrapped around their mouth. They didn't touch Marcus, they knew he would kill him like the last group of young boys that threatened him. Once his room was reached, he threw the woman he was carrying on the bed and relaxed. His thoughts raced about what he was going to do. Rape wasn't particularly his thing, he preferred his women screaming for pleasure not pain. He could just leave her here and go about his day in the mourning. Marcus came to Texas for a mercenary mission after all, not to take care of a drinking addict.
His thoughts were replaced by the noise of her sneeze. She was catching a cold because of her wet clothes. He stared at her for a while with a look of annoyance. 'Maybe I will abandon her in the mourning.' The daemon moved to the woman and removed the coat from her first. Then he proceeded to take off her shirt and shorts, shimmering them off of her body with a struggle. After that he removed her underwear, leaving a naked body on his bed. She shouldn't have been cold anymore since she had enough cover around her to warm up.
After taking care of the female Marcus turned his attention to himself. He took off his jacket, hanging it on the coat rack, and moved to the showers. It was a very small motel he rented for the night. He ordered it so he could save the little money he did have. It was a comfy place, a little gloomy but Marcus wasn't complaining. After he took his clothes off the shower became his new destination. He hopped inside and enjoyed the hot water in peace. His thoughts were every where, going from the naked girl in his bed, to the woman who tried to kill him, to his wife. He was an unlucky soul when it came to women. Very unlucky.
Marcus cleaned himself off, turned off the water, then placed on a white undershirt and black shorts that fell to his knees. He stared at the woman, and her revealing body, and wondered what she would do if she found herself naked on his bed. She would probably think he took advantage of her then search desperately for her guns to kill him. This ebony bitch already proved she was crazy so he wouldn't doubt himself about it. Marcus placed a shirt on her upper body, so she wouldn't at least feel like a huge whore in the mourning.
There was a chair next to the bed she was sleeping in. It looked comfy enough to rest in, or at the moment it did. Marcus took the chair and moved it as far away from the girl as he could possibly get, and fell asleep. When the sun shined through the windows the next mourning, he noticed that the woman was wide awake. 'So much for leaving her here unnoticed.' He said to himself waiting to see what she would do or say. When she did nothing but lowered her head back to the bed, he decided to make his presence known. "Rough night last night?"
Last Edit: Jul 11, 2014 12:07:36 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Jade Falls on Sept 21, 2014 10:50:00 GMT -5
Jade look over at him and narrows here eyes then her wings flaps slowly behind her as the light shinned in. She didn't speak a word to the man as a rush of flashbacks came to her. She feels her skin crawl her her fathers hands mount her body Jade screams as a cool breeze sweeps through the room and snow rushes through the windows. “GET AWAY FROM ME!” She screams to the sky as snow flakes blow in landing on the tip of her eyelashes and lips.Then shes back in the room with the stranger and she stares down at the pile of snow that lays on her mattress. His dark eyes, she thought to herself, reminded her of her past. She closed her eyes and took in deep breaths trying to calm herself. The snow on her bed bean to slowly melt away from the sun as it blazed into the room. “Who are you and why am I here!” She demanded feeling a deep hatred build up inside her for this man.
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 21, 2014 17:40:07 GMT -5
Never before did Marcus hear a scream as terrible as hers. It vibrated his ears and sent him leaning away from her, trying to move from the deadly sirens of her whale. With the scream came a story Marcus knew all too well. It spoke of heartache and pain, misery and suffering. The feeling surged through his blood as much as it did hers, but he just knew how to keep it hidden. He knew how to control his deadly misery, but she didn't. Like once in the bar, a gush of wind blew in from the cracks in the windows, carrying solid flakes of water. The wind was strong and nearly broke through the walls of the motel the two winged beings stayed in. When it was ready to meet Marcus skin, he disagreed with coming in contact with such a heavy storm and became nothing, non-existent for only a brief moment. The wind, the pain, the screams of this woman moved through him like he was an puddle. Disturbed only once by the raging woman stomping her feet to the ground and screaming the words "Get away from me," then returning to his calm state when she finished. When the pain of her world became hidden by the realization that she was still alive, she looked at the daemon and asked him a question.
"I am a Ghost that helped you. A shadow that did the grace of showing its true form to protect you. That is all you need to know. That is all you need to be grateful for." The daemon said with his eyes enjoying the sight of her body. He was not shy to the female figure, and he was not turning away from her out of respect. When she would fully come to, he would begin moving to fetch his clothing that laid in his suitcase and give it to her. She would find it too large to wear for a too small body, but clothes unfitting is still good for hiding the parts that should not be seen.