Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 18, 2012 15:05:03 GMT -5
Rae was back in America. She had not thought she would find herself here again so soon, but she was here. She had spent some of her loan from the bank on a ticket back to America. There was a trail here that she had not known before, but having been to her father’s study and having seen more of the files (and downloading them to her laptop) she was following a new trail, for new blood. Every time she took a hunt she learnt something new, and Rae was becoming very logical in her stalking of the darkness around her. Someone was smiling on her, someone was looking after her at the moment as her fortune seemed good and her sticky situations seemed to work themselves out.
Her father and her Uncle had been hunters; they had died protecting people. This was ironic really, because her Uncle had caused her so much pain, and yet he had died to protect her from the daemons, from the pain of torture and death. Perhaps, Taron thought his continued abuse on her as a young teenager was a lesser punishment than the torture a daemon could bring her? Rae was a damaged soul. She was hurt, she was wounded. The first time she had come to America it was to fly away from those wounds, away from that pain and that suffering. Now, now she was fighting into the heritage her father and his kin left behind.
Dressed in skinny, black jeans, biker boots and her long, blood red coat, she was eating a basket of fries and walking through central park, New York. The dream city, the city was the streets were paved in gold. The sky was grey and while the air was cold, there was no rain. Slipping away from the path and down a grass verge she headed towards a thick set of trees. It was time to lay a trap.
Post by Evelyn Sinclair on Nov 18, 2012 19:10:21 GMT -5
It had been a few months, but Evelyn was home and nothing seemed to have changed. People crowded the streets, noise of cars honking and people on their cellphones flooded her ears, and a new smell every few feet from different food stands. A ghost of a rare smile appeared for a few moments on her lips, but a scowl replaced it as she bumped against a stranger's shoulder.
"Idiot." It came out as a barely audible hiss, but she didn't care enough to toss a glare over her shoulder. Shoving her hands in her leather jacket, she paused with a group of people waiting at a crosswalk. If Evelyn chose left, she could walk to Central Park. If she went straight it would lead to the parking garage her baby, a 1967 Chevy Impala, was parked. If she went right...her old apartment block. An area where men and women dressed in suits walked in and out, limos carried the families to wherever they desired and most of their personalities full of pride and greed. Though that wasn't all that came to mind when she thought back on it.
Memories of blood stained walls, her traitor of an uncle, and water filling her lungs attacked her brain. Shaking her head as if to rid herself of those thoughts she considered visiting her grandfather, who took over the place once her parents had died. However the mere thought of returning caused her jaws to clench. No, she didn't have enough courage to go there just yet. Ignoring the tightness in her chest, her feet carried her left.
The grey skies improved her mood a little bit, she preferred the darker weather over to the bright sun and blue skies. Sighing and making a bee-line towards one of the park benches, she sat down and let her blue eyes scan the people that came into view. Crossing one jean covered leg over the other, Evelyn tried to push back the dull ache beginning to form in her head no doubt caused from last night. She really needed to cut back on her drinking.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 19, 2012 14:22:36 GMT -5
Tonight this damaged soul was out on a hunt, she was hurt and it was time to hurt someone else. She hoped this would make her feel better. But she had to be patient, she had to wait her turn, she had to be prepared. After all, one false move and she was dead; the world around here was deadly, was horrific and would destroy her like the worthless little bug that she was. Mortals were a failure in this world, mortals were pointless useless creatures but they were the staple of the survival of the Earth. Without them the food chain was missing a link…she was beginning to see this worthlessness that her race had so aptly chosen for herself.
The only chance they had of not being overrun with the creatures of the darkness was to slowly and certainly fight back. People like her, hunters, like her father; these were the people who made themselves smarter, made themselves stronger and faster and did anything it may have taken in order to ensure the other inconsequential humans in the world got a good nights sweet. It was a burden, a chore…but Rae was starting to love it.
The trap she was setting tonight had nothing to do with hunting any kind of dark creature, unless one considered a bat to be such. Tonight she was setting lever traps, small spring loaded traps with a net catch and string to catch a wild animal unharmed. She had put several of them in the trees after finishing her chips. Rae had learnt to shimmy up a tree, it was one of the first skills she had found useful from school. She had no need for algebra and very little need for ‘Proper English’, no; her new world required her to be able to climb trees, use physics to work out the trajectory of flight and her ICT skills to hack into the computer matrix.
She had set six traps, for six bats. These she intended to computer chip so she could track them around the city of New York. This was a major part of her father’s plan, he had asked wanted to input something into the world, a system to track and monitor the dark activity of the world. The solution in ‘The Casefile’ was ropey, had several holes within it and Rae had easily picked together the ample flaws. Rae had found a way to change the plan, to make it more likely to work. She wanted to test her theory on rats and bats.
Finishing her work she came back to the path and deposited her rubbish from her meal into the bin. Her eyes came to the girl sat at the bench for one moment. Rae’s eyes were dark, like melted chocolate, so dark and soft puddles against her light pink and blue hair. “Evening.” She said, casually, and smiled before turning away.
Post by Gossimar Corna on Nov 24, 2012 6:12:27 GMT -5
Gossimer was talking a late night stroll through Central Park. It was an odd thing for her, normally she hated being out after dark but something seemed to compel her to come out. She wore a longer skirt and dark hooded sweatshirt with her long combat boots. For once she didn’t carry a purse. She could feel the pressure of her boot knives on her calves. Her thoughts were on her father back at the apartment passed out drunk. He hadn’t started drinking until her mother passed away. She thanked the Gods that he wasn’t a mean or abusive drunk. She hated that she worked hard all day dancing just for him to waste her hard earned money on booze instead of things they needed. She gave it only another three months before they had to move again. Her head buzzed with thoughts on how to keep their current home. She hated that they moved almost every year. Not paying attention to where she was walking she almost walked straight into another person. She looked up from the ground to see a girl that could almost pass as her sister. She was the same height, slightly paler and even had the multi colored hair. She was shocked for a moment seeing the girl before realizing she had almost walked into her. “Oh jesus I’m so sorry!” She apologized making sure she didn’t piss her off.
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2012 7:02:01 GMT -5 by Gossimar Corna
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 24, 2012 6:37:19 GMT -5
Rae stumbled a little, blinking at the girl who had bumped into her and for once, without having to tip her head up, she could see into the girl’s eyes. She wet her lips slowly, frowning a little bit. Rae wasn’t the sort of person who shouted at anyone, she wasn’t an aggressive person or cruel, but she had been knocked out of her own world when the girl bumped into her. It stopped the current brain process she was undertaking and there was a momentarily delay before she managed to respond.
“It’s okay.”
Her voice was soft, British in accent despite having spent several months living in Chicago with her uncle. Her mother and brother had moved in there when her father had been killed, they had moved from their big mansion to a tiny little two bedroom loft apartment in one of Chicago’s less appealing areas. And after her Uncle had taken a liking to sweet, fifteen year old Rae she had been upgraded from sleeping on the sofa, or sharing with her mother and Caleb, to sleeping in his bed. Now she was eighteen, now she was less afraid of the world around her, and as the girl knocked into her, Rae smiled gentle.
“Honestly, it’s fine. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She said again, speaking in her gentle tones.
Rae of course noticed the girls bright hair, and it made her smile more. Rae’s own hair was like an artist’s board, an array of colour and splatters of fun. It represented her- an artist in her own right, though these days her art was mostly doodles of nothing, or napkins in diners.
She bent to pick up the small kit bag she had dropped. Until moments ago it had contained her trap equipment for the bats, but now it was empty. Straightening again she saw the girl looking at her still; “Are you okay?” She asked, brushing anxiously at her nose and cheek for fear there may be a stain there.
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Last Edit: Nov 24, 2012 6:37:49 GMT -5 by Rae-Star Berii
Post by Gossimar Corna on Nov 29, 2012 20:41:47 GMT -5
Gossimar was still looking at the girl. It took her a moment to realized the girl had spoken to her. She noticed the british accent and smiled. "Oh yea, I'm fine. I'm made of tough stuff." Gossimar giggled softly. Then she noticed the she kept brushing at her face.
"Did I hurt you?" She asked worriedly. She fought back the urge to grab the girl's face and check it over to make sure she wasn't injured. She hated to hurt people and saw it as her responsibility to take care of them. She looked over her to see if she could spot any injuries at all. Thats when she saw the bag in the girl's hand. She was worried that she may have caused something to break. She started to chew on her lip, a bad habit she had when she was nervous.
"Is there anything broken?" She said pointing to the bag. She then realized that she was firing off questions quicker than the girl could answer. It was another nervous habit of hers.
(OOC: Sorry its so short and that its taken so long but i've been really sick and still am.)
Last Edit: Nov 29, 2012 20:43:15 GMT -5 by Gossimar Corna
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Nov 30, 2012 14:03:40 GMT -5
Did I hurt you?
It seemed like an odd question. Rae didn’t feel hurt, the girl had bumped into her granted and where the impact of the girls shoulder had come against her own, Rae was feeling a little weary, that spot ached a little, but it was not hurting. She very much found herself wondering if the other girl could indeed hurt her. She wasn’t sure anyone could hurt her anymore…she felt empty, she felt numb…didn’t you have to feel something in order to be hurt? Some days, Rae felt like all of her organs had been taken out and that she was in fact full of blackness, darkness and blackness that was never ending.
She stopped brushing at her face, now sure that there was nothing peculiar about her nose and smiled. “No. I’m not hurt.”
Is there anything broken?
It took Rae a moment to realise the girl was pointing to the bag and she laughed softly. “No, no it’s empty-“ Then she realised she probably should not have said that. Did she need to explain why she was carrying an empty bag around, or would that excuse become suspicious? It wasn’t like she could tell the truth; it wasn’t like she could say; ‘I emptied the equipment out about an hour ago, if you’d bumped into me then you’d have destroyed £4000 worth of tracking and tagging equipment and electric net-traps’. Firstly, saying such a thing would be rude, but more importantly that would bring on a whole herd of unwanted questioning.
“Everything is good.” She smiled, sincerely as she brushed her fingers over her black skinny jeans and the blood red of her long leather coat. “Thanks.” She added, thoughtfully; “Isn’t it getting late for you to be out here alone?”
Rae of course was only eighteen, but she knew she could take care of herself. She had started looking into martial arts and was of course carrying a gun (hidden inside her coat), but the green-haired girl looked a lot more innocent to the ways of the world. Rae…she was experienced by now. There was nothing the world could throw at her that she could not handle.
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New York city, not his favorite city. Thanatos despised cities, to big and busy for him, often hard to track where any one went without following them for months at a time to get their pattern down, although he despised the large city he didn't let it stop him. Thanatos was tracking a man for a few days now, following the normal pattern of the man he decided to wait it out in central park a few hours until the guy arrived.
Thanatos blended in during the day since he looked like a guy in a suit, but at night he took a different form. A form of a large male with armored boots, gloves and leggings. His weapon of choice was the large scythe. Wandering the park at night he could see clearly as he stuck to the shadows, avoiding people as much as he could.
It had only been about 30 minutes since he started the waiting game. Standing next to a tree and waiting in the darkness, he saw a few people walk by, some homeless some out for other business of their own. Noticing a woman off to the distance behind him climbing in the trees and putting stuff up in them he wondered what she was doing. His curiosity getting the better of him he decided to walk closer, still sticking to the shadows for cover. He got a bit closer to her before he noticed the second female. Both had unusually hair styles and dressed slightly different then the norm in this city. Still questioning what they are doing out this late he stood behind the tree and watched them.
Post by Gossimar Corna on Dec 1, 2012 13:03:49 GMT -5
Gossimar watched the girl as she seemed to contemplate the questions. She breathed a sigh of relief when the girl told her that she wasn’t hurt and that she hadn’t broken anything in the bag. It did seem odd that she was carrying around an empty bag but Gossimar wasn’t going to judge. Then when she was questioned about why she was out this late she hesitated. She didn’t want anyone to know about her problems. She bit her lip then realized that she didn’t need to spill her guts to a complete stranger.
“Oh I just felt like I needed to take a walk.” She looked around at the silhouetted trees, watching the breeze flowing through the leaves. She loved the way Central Park looked during the day but at night it looked mysterious and beautiful. Then a realization hit her. She never asked this nice girl what her name was. “So I feel horrible that i haven’t asked your name yet.” She crossed her arms across her stomach as if trying to hug the warmth to herself. She wasn’t cold just nervous.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 2, 2012 10:07:03 GMT -5
“Rae.”
Whilst Rae had taken to using a fake name, and she had given it in many places (including on her new passport) she tended to use the name when she was investigating something for work or was in a situation that was particularly threatening. Craig had given her the pseudonym Maria a long time ago now; they had been strangers that found themselves barrelled together in a diner explosion. In order to escape they had created names for each other and had even pretended to be a couple. It was not something they had planned, but she had become Maria and he had become Tony. Any West Side Story fan they had come across would realise the rouse, but they had been fortunate.
Of course, her real name was not Rae either. It was Rachael, but only her father had ever called her Rachael. Her school friends, her mother, heck; even the adults she met and worked without throughout her life called her Rae, and so it had stuck since she was about five years old. Rae-Star.
“It’s nice to meet you…?” The sentence hung open, for as she had not asked the girl had not introduced herself either.
Rae noticed the girl hug herself of course, and smiled; “Why don’t you let me walk you somewhere safer?” It was clear Rae wasn’t going to hurt her, she looked too nice for a start and the girls looked as if they could be sisters. But Rae also had a very British way about her; she always had time for a coffee and a gossip. Despite being a rather guarded person she cared about people, people who appeared vulnerable; and unfortunately this girl came into that category. It was late, it was dark and New York was a dangerous place for a young girl on her own. At least if they were together…they would be safer, and Rae was carrying her gun. She was getting very good at shooting it too.
Anyway, she had some time to kill before she came back to receive the information her newest experiment would bring her.
Staying a good distance away he slipped behind some trees to get closer. His scythe in hand he kept it the back of it facing them so the blade didn't reflect light from the city. Listening into their chat he heard her name " Rae" but the new girl didn't reveal it yet which he thought was odd since she asked for the girls name first.
Standing next to a tree off in the distance he wasn't worried about them shooting him, he could easily scare them off if he wanted to. Looking into the trees he noticed the small cages the girl had been placing, curious as to why he reached up and tapped one with his scythe.
Looking back at the women he continued to watch them. He had given up on being stealthy, deciding to see how they will react he shifted back to his normal form. The white cloths hanging off his skeleton body as he stepped out next to the tree. Standing out in the open, Morrigan perched on his shoulder sleeping silently.
(( OOC: Sorry it took me a few days to post. I have been sick and im at my mothers so I don't have a computer all the time. I leave for Cali today so I will have my own computer and will be able to post quicker.))
Last Edit: Dec 4, 2012 11:03:30 GMT -5 by Thanatos
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 12, 2012 16:56:12 GMT -5
One of the detectors in her pocket went off; it vibrated in her jeans and made Rae jump. It was a silent alarm; a keeper for the traps she had lain, each time something tampered with them it would vibrate alerting her. She had expected to have a reaction from it when the bats first flew into the cages, but that was too quick. Her eyes came away from the girl with the green hair, momentarily distracted. As her russet eyes went towards the foliage she had planted her traps within Rae got something of a heart-shattering shock. She blinked, staring at the robed man; his bird and the impressive scythe that stood now under her trap landing.
Rae slowly wet her lips, blinking and unmoving as her mind processed the skeletal creature stood very clearly between the trees. Her hand came up to her face, to rub her eyes, to triple check that what she was seeing there before her was in fact the truth. Rae hoped, of course, that it was a lack of nutrients that was deceiving her. Unfortunately, even after vivid rubbing, her eyes still painted the image of…what? The Grim Reaper?
Stepping back, uncertainty, she looked back at the dancer- who had seemed not to notice, who seemed not to register. Did that mean he was here for Rae? Swallowing down a sick feeling, Rae did something that several months ago she would not have dreamed of doing. She made a momentary excuse “I think I left my phone- over-there…” (we didn’t say it was a good excuse, did we?) and she headed towards the reaper. Rae’s hands were trembling and she shoved them into her pockets, slinging her empty bag over her shoulder as she did so.
“Is this real?” She asked him, coming close…childish images of ‘Family Guy’ going through her mind. “Are….are you…Him?”
((Gossimar, when you return please feel free to set up a post for Rae and your character, I would love to explore the 'sister look' thing futher...I'm sorry for having to skip you here. Cheers!))
The reaction, it was to quick for it to be a coincidence, she was looking right at him and he stared back at her. He thought to his self "Well, that certainly got a reaction out of her.." The bright haired girl was walking straight for him after making a bad excuse to walk away from the female she was talking to earlier. Her words to him shocked him, most of the time people ran from him. As she got closer he slipped behind the tree, he quickly stuck the scythe in the tree, set morrigan on the scythe and changed into a clean cut man in a suit. Stepping out from behind the other side of the tree he spoke to her. "Am I who? It isn't every day when someone asks a total stranger like me, if they are someone and don't give a name."
Leaning his head to the side to look at her he pondered for a moment before speaking and standing up straight. "A better question would be.. Who are you?" He started to circle her slowly. Taking one step slowly at a time as he tucked his arms behind his back and held onto his wrist. The flesh form he took to disguise his self he never liked but it had to be used in this area. She was to close now, he could of just scared her off and left but he decided not to. Stopping about 5 feet from her left side he turned his head to look at her and spoke once again. "Though it is terribly impolite of me to not answer your question. My name is Thanatos. Odd name yes? It is my families name. Though I doubt that answers your quest of "Am I him"" Standing along side her he waited for her answers. Turning his head to look back out into the darkness he watched her in the corner of his eye.
Post by Rae-Star Berii on Dec 26, 2012 5:23:58 GMT -5
“Am I who? It isn't every day when someone asks a total stranger like me, if they are someone and don't give a name…a better question would be who are you?”
Rae was confused, had she seen what she thought she had? Or was the day playing tricks on her. No- no she had seen a grim reaper. She knew she had. She had watched people dying, she had delivered death- it was only by legend that she could see him, it was only be legend that she should know him. Rae was sure this was not a trick and yet, as she looked at him now he appeared so normal. Wetting her lips she stared at him, trying to remember the skeleton face that had quickly disappeared.
He watched her out of the corner of his eyes and she watched him looking startled for a long moment. Then Rae threw caution to the wind, she had come so far in this life, had learnt that so many things went wrong too often when one’s mind was no spoke out in truth. So, bluntly, but with a shy turn in her British tone. “I saw the scythe and the bird.” She told him. “Don’t toy with me reaper.”
She was a girl hurt, a girl in pain, those things often stopped you thinking on the straightest of paths.
Her reactions caught him off guard, he thought she would of just assumed she was seeing things. Not guess that he was a reaper. Smiling and letting out a chuckle he took a few steps forward and turned to face her before speaking. "Oh my, you know more then it seems. Please do allow me to apologize, I only assumed you were another normal human. If you will excuse me, flesh is so odd to wear for me."
Turning he walked behind the tree, reaching up Morrigan stepped onto his finger and he pulled the scythe out of the tree. Quickly changing back to his true form he stepped out from behind the tree once again. Looking at her he watched for her reactions as he set Morrigan on his shoulder.
It wasn't every day he got to meet a human that knows what his race is called. He was curious how much she just knew of the supernatural world and he also wondered how she will react to seeing his true self up close like this. From afar most people don't have a problem but seeing the bones up close caused most to fear him.
