Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 7, 2014 15:01:05 GMT -5
What kind of person did this guy think she was? Pick out a Sniper from the darkness? Fight monsters she had never seen before in her life? She was just a woman. A woman that shouldn't have picked New York of all places, and finding the most terrible choice of motel to choose to stay at.
She tried to keep herself focused as she listened for movement around them, while he looked around. More and more kept showing up, and she was just hiding. She could hear the screams of people dying. Bethany was starting to become very impatient. She knew in reality she was too weak to be fighting, but she really hated sitting around and practically waiting to die. If she could, she would already be upstairs. Instead, she was down here hiding like a child, and depending on some stranger she just met.
In the end she realized there was no way she could let herself be seen by the mob that would probably be heading down the stairs at any moment. One weakened Vampyre did enough damage. Beth took a quick look outside. Nothing right this second. Except of course for the possibility of being blown away by arrows and bullets. She supposed it would be quicker to die that way. Moving as quiet as she possibly could, Bethany starts to sneak out of the doorway. If she was shot down at least he would know this exit was not a safe route.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 7, 2014 20:40:37 GMT -5
From her spot in the depths of darkness Rennia watched the two peer out. First the man popped his head out, watched the show, and then ducked back inside. Then a short while later, the woman poked her head out as well, and glanced around. From the way she moved and what little Rennia could see of her from this distance, she appeared to be expecting to be struck down at any moment. Rennia chuckled amusingly at the girl, but made no move to strike her down. Movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention however, and once again the girl knocked an arrow and unleashed it. The high speed arrow silently screamed through the air before slicing through it's intended target like it was made out of paper. The heavy, high speed arrow continued on until striking an object hard enough to stop it.. which just happened to be concrete.
As soon as the arrow left the bow, nothing but wisps of shadow remained behind to mark where the assassin had been. In the next instant, Rennia had relocated to another spot, and gazed out over the edge of her firing perch to watch what ensued following her last shot. The woman nodded approvingly as she noticed the arrow had pierced the one of the woman's eyes, and the bridge of her nose before passing out the rear of the skull. Then her attention turned back to the girl. Would she make a run for it? Would the over watch allow her to leave? Would the guy follow too? Lastly, just where would these two go now that the way had been cleared for them... at least for the moment.
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 7, 2014 21:34:00 GMT -5
These people were doing them no favors if they thought they were going to get shot. Honestly, you're not supposed to stick your head out of cover to look around for the guy with the rifle, that's like sticking a bar of chocolate in front of a dog's face and telling it not to eat it. The rifleman was tempted to give the pair a little scare just for thinking they could pull it off. In the end, no shot was fired of course. Richard wasn't one to waste anything that could be spared and used for another day or another time, especially when it came to something as important as ammunition. The shooter didn't have long to wait for any action though, as it seemed the next small wave of creatures were upon them.
The crosshair was just barely centered over the next target, when the shooter suddenly realized that there wasn't actually a target left. The bowman down below had beaten him to the draw on that one, and they had done a fantastic job with it at that. There was no time to waste on admiring the carnage when there were more showing up every second though. The move to the next person took a little more time than Richard would have liked, but but he still managed to land his shot in time to see the man behind him's look of shock. The look was as brief as the time it took for another slug to travel the distance and land squarely on his Adam's apple, but it was still a look. In any case, if things kept up like this all night, the local munitions supply stores were going to find themselves getting a whole lot of business in the morning.
The appearance of a van down below marked the end of a shortly lived period of rest for the Reaper, who cursed under his breath and mumbled a small "Stupid gangsters and their stupid illegal weapons and their stupid turf wars and drugs and uneducated families full of alcoholics and war veterans and abusive parents..." as he sighted in and started popping the wheels off the bus, as well as any heads that dared peak out of it.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 8, 2014 10:52:25 GMT -5
The sound of a van came towards the building and Ghost looked cursed every damn god that he new existed in this world. He wondered when the fuck the Motel owner was going to tell him that there was a gang of vampyres just waiting to rip him to pieces. Bethany ran out the building and Ghost followed after taking off his blade and coat and letting it rest behind a couch in the corner, well hidden from anyone who entered into the main room. He would walk instead of run and take no caution to movement. His wings would follow, flapping with life but not lifting him into the air.
Ghost looked on the ground to notice a rifle. He didn't know what type or kind it was, mostly because he was not a gun fan, but it had a scope and had bullets inside it, which meant that it would be useful to him at this moment. He saw the van Beth was inadvertently running to and steadied himself, breathing in and out with control, before fired at the front seat, causing the bullet to race through the window and into the drivers skull, making the driver fall on the horn. The recoil was immense and Ghost almost lost his balance trying to steady the thing again. His hands flowed to the bolt handle, bringing it up then moving it back then forward so that the cartridge could get into position. He noticed the female in the passenger seat and placed a round into her as well, this time taking out the her neck. All that could be heard for her where the small gasp of air before the bang of her head to her window seat. When three men exited the van he thanked the heavens that the sniper took out each one that pooped their heads out (As he said he would).
Ghost would take Bethany by the arm, if allowed, and move her to the inside of the van. Inside there would be a wide variety of guns and ammo at her disposal if she needed, and also melee weapons for her to use. "Stay in here and watch my back. Or run away if you want," he would stay before reloading the rifle and watching as a whole army of vampyres flood out of the hotel with weapons of many kind.
Ghost took a deep sigh before closing the sliding door of the van, leaving Bethany to escape if she wished (Of course she is stuck here since someone popped the tires out). With all those men came a large voice that radiated through out the area. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" The voice would say addressing Ghost, the only person they saw at the moment.
Ghost noticed where the voice came from right away as a rather large and intimidating man sat near the entrance to the motel in a rocking chair. Not answering, Ghost would move away from the van, off to the side, so that no bullets these bastards threw would hit the van behind him. He tried counting all of the men and women at the little group but he gave up at ten and decided instead that he was going to kill them all if the crew from the sky did not decide to kill him first. He hoped that they wouldn't decide to turn on him. That would be very bad considering that these marksmen knew how to hit their target well.
He would wait for anyone of them to make their kill first. He wouldn't rush into things, not when his life was the one at risk here. When anyone of them decided that they were going to do something he would try to kill the large man first, allowing them to kill the ants outside. "ANSWER ME NOW BOY!" The man said again growing rather angry with each speech he made. Ghost just simply stood there and waited.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 8, 2014 18:10:50 GMT -5
One by one the others were shot down as she headed out of the motel into the open. Although she was a worried, they hadn't decided to end her yet. As the ones inside the van were picked off, she was led inside. There, she found a huge supply of weapons that made her smile. Quickly began checking a few to be sure they were loaded. They all seemed ok, so she made sure to keep a few right by her.
Beth was able to look just enough outside of the window to see the one in the rocking chair, getting quite angry. She figured this might be the one called "Porter" the female Vampyre had spoke about earlier before she died. She made sure to stay down and quiet, while he seemed to get angrier and blab on, while Ghost just stood there. That seemed to make him even angrier, which she found kind of funny. It reminded her of a toddler that wasn't getting his way.
Finally after what seemed like forever, the man sent a few from the mob to the attack, while others grouped around the chair as if to protect him. She didn't think her aim was good enough to get the one sitting anyway. In her hands was some kind of automatic something or other maybe. Really, she had no idea. As the Vampyres got closer to Ghost, she aimed and fired. One was hit in the chest repeatedly until he fell. She began shooting at the others, but extra careful not to hit Ghost with any.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 8, 2014 21:18:22 GMT -5
The night wasn't looking too good, and it didn't appear that the following morning would be any better. Already there were countless bodies littering the street. She realized she had contributed to this issue, but she hadn't expected an all out massacre. More and more just kept showing up ridiculously like you might expect in some lame first person shooter game. The daemoness let out a disappointed sigh as she watched another van come up. The wheels were suddenly blown off the vehicle, as were any foolish enough to stick their head out. Then the man came and added to the carnage by firing off a rather loud rifle not once but twice. Well there went any hope of keeping things quiet.
The man nearly tossed the woman into a van loaded with munitions as he turned to handle the new arrivals it seemed? Or at least maneuver into a spot where they weren't liable to pepper the van with the girl in it. Rennia clicked her tongue and shook her head as she saw her stick her head back out, this time armed. Yep, subtlety was long gone. It was time to go loud or go home it seemed. While going home was an appealing idea, Rennia was more apt to the former than the latter. The daemoness gazed around for any other new arrivals before she focused her attention on the group that presented itself. There were a handful of them scattered here and there around the outside of the Motel and on the street, but there was also a group just inside the entrance to the motel. Rennia narrowed her eyes on this group. She could count a good handful just in that small area. Those crimson eyes surveyed the battlefield as her mental processes began contemplating the possible outcome of each individual path.
At length Rennia finally pulled out something other than a weapon. It was an old clunky cellphone. The 'ancient' type as people today might call it. It was big and didn't even have a screen. But it did what Rennia needed it to. Even deactivated and no longer in service, all cellphones had a built in fail-safe feature. In the event of an emergency they could still be used to dial 911, which is exactly what she did. After only a single ring, the operator picked up on the other end of the line. 'Hello, 911. What is your emergency?' The greeting was almost universal in the states. It was a simple message that allowed for a quick answer from those in danger. Rennia immediately put on her best performance, though keeping her voice muted as if she were afraid someone might overhear her. "Hello? Police. I need help. There are people out here.. And they have guns. Oh god.. They're shooting everyone." Rennia paused to give a few coughs. "Oh my god. I think I smell gas."
'Ma'am? Ma'am are you in a place they can see you?'
"I don't think so. They're out on the streets right now. I'm inside a building. A motel I think."
'Can you exit the building safely?'
"I can see the back door from here."
'Okay ma'am. I need you to get somewhere safe, can you do that? Do you know where you are?'
"Yeah. I'm uh.." Rennia paused as if trying to remember her location. Then she gave them the street name before changing the pace. "Oh no! They're com---" The line went dead as Rennia slammed the phone onto her perch and shattered it.
Right afterward the woman brought her bow back up and reached around behind her to her quiver. This time around she was a lot more careful with her selection. A long black shaft finned with red feathers came out. Instead of ending in your standard broad-head, or even a bodkin, the leading edge of this arrow had an even fatter cylinder attached to it. Rennia carefully knocked this arrow and drew the string and arrow back carefully, bringing it to it's full length. The daemoness's breathing slowed as she took in slower, deeper breaths. At the same time she eyed her target carefully, taking into account distance to target and her own elevation in relation. Finally she paused in between breaths before her fingers slipped from the string.
The limbs snapped forward as the tension was released from the spring, causing them to draw the line tight and forward. The action caused the arrow to be thrown forward with a violent acceleration, an amazingly huge risk, given potential catastrophic failure that could occur. The arrow sailed through the night sky at over seven hundred feet per second, sailing across roadways in just about that time. It gave Rennia enough time to hold their breath before the arrow sailed into the building that held the men. She never got to see if the round struck anything directly as what happened next prevented any clear line of sight.
Suddenly dust and shrapnel and other debris that became shrapnel filled the air and poured out from every opening in the room where the men had been standing. It appeared as if a small rpg had been lit off in the room as what was obviously an explosive that was attached to the tip of Rennia's arrow went off. A loud BANG filled the air, muffled only by the building in which the explosion occurred. There was little doubt that the men inside were all dead. Even if the arrow didn't strike them directly, the concussive force would have rendered them quite dead. The direct victim of the arrow would have been instantly vaporized as the explosion ripped them apart and shredded everyone else. The few plastic BBs in the explosive would have also likely assisted in ensuring everyone in the immediate area was dealt with as well.
As this was occurring, Rennia was still in action. She knocked three more arrows and let them off in quick succession on the fools who were standing there looking in disbelief at the sudden eruption from the motel. At this point, Rennia moved yet again to a new spot, not daring to remain for another round. She took the moment to also check how many remaining arrows she had, which admittedly weren't many. She would have to be careful with who she took out and how from here on out, if there was even that to worry about. Now she was already beginning to search for her previously fired arrows as she intended to attempt to retrieve them before the police arrived. If not, well at least the arrows weren't too amazingly identifying at the moment.
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 8, 2014 22:12:35 GMT -5
The rhythmic *SKAHK SKAHK SKAHK* pounded off of Richard's rooftop as he continued to fire his rifle with deadly accuracy. Even after the idiots down below had started shooting off their own guns, in the streets of New York, in the middle of the night. It wasn't even the silly gangsters this time either, it was the pair that had run into the hotel earlier. As the first few shots were fired by the clueless man, the Riflereaper quickly lost hope that this would ever end quietly. Evidently the roar of sirens and the sound of explosives agreed with him. He flicked the selector-switch on his rifle up a notch, sighed quietly to himself as he reloaded, and then got back to work.
If anyone were left standing in the van that Richard had been taking potshots at, they wouldn't be for long. A rifle firing .308 caliber cartridges at 750 rounds per minute was a terrible thing to deal with, especially when an angry Richard was behind the scope. Three quick bursts flew into the side of the van with the ease of a hot knife through butter, and the finality of the death bell ringing. There was a series of clicks as the marksman reloaded his rifle, and then a small rustle as he sat it back in place on the ledge of the building, where he would continue to rain automatic hell down onto the scene until the police were reasonably close.
When the sirens crossed his threshold of tolerance, he snapped his selector-lever back down to semi, and then took very careful aim at his two targets. They weren't people this time, unless you considered a rifle a person. They were being held by people though, and he figured he could give them both one last favor before he packed up his kit and moved position. His aim steady and his head clear, Richard fired his two shots. If the man and woman from before didn't do anything erratic or insane, the two shots would land squarely into the sides and tops of the firearms. Hopefully they would get the message, and move on. Maybe the sirens would encourage them, who knows.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 8, 2014 23:20:32 GMT -5
Apparently the vamps moved first as five were sent after Ghost as predicted, they fired possibly seven rounds at him, however they would find that it useless as the bullets would phase through him. The rifle he held dropped as he became untouchable, but he didn't care. Currently he was moving to the back group, to the first man he was going to kill. He jumped up, using his flying skills, and became solid while his head was right above where the vampyre was. He grabbed the mans side temple and twisted his body, twisting the neck of the man as well. But Marcus wouldn't end there. He landed in front of where the man was, due to the spin of his body, and forced his palm onto the mans forehead, guiding the mans falling body ,that still had a little life inside, to where a female was getting ready to fire her pistol. Three rounds where emptied into the lifeless body as several, ridiculously large, amount of ammunition loaded itself into the female.
He looked back to notice Bethany holding a gun haphazardly and sighed. He wasn't angry or sad at her, he was just sad that he or her couldn't do that to all of them. Ghost gave a thumbs up to Bethany while his eyes flowed to a certain gentlemen holding a bullet towards her position. He quickly appeared before the man. He thrust his palm in an upwards motion to the hand that held the gun, and his other palm forcefully pushed to the vamps chest, knocking the wind out of it.
Taking the pistol, Ghost looked at the big man on the campus. The other men around him were dropping like flies exposed to bug spray. He looked up to the sniper giving him a salute while he planned his next action. Ghost held his fist out but pressed them together. He then moved his right hand to the side as though he was unsheathing his katana blade. He then made his left hand move in a 'come here' motion, causing his sheath come flying to his position, knocking out a couple of vampyres before landing in his hand.
Suddenly a large explosion as bodies were seen flying near Ghost position. Ghost's blade flew towards him, dripped and soaking in blood. He sheathed it then looked at the arrows that fell to the stunned vampyre groups.After letting the marksmen and bowmen finish the rest he moved to Bethany, checking if the woman he was protecting was still alive. He didn't know why he was protecting her but the fact that he was meant that he wanted to see through it and make sure that she survived this.
A bullet banged his sheath while the sound of sirens finally reached Ghost's ears. Looking up trying to find where it came from, he realized quickly that the sniper who he thought was going to try to kill him was actually warning him of something. Maybe it was that the cops were coming and that he was screwed if they found one shred of existence that they were in this little altercation. He honestly wouldn't wrap his brain around it seeing the shit he been through for the day.All Ghost knew was that he was in their debt, who ever they were. Maybe one day he would meet them again and thank them properly. He gave a small salute to the open world, gesturing thank you in his own little way. He then gestured in a different but skyward direction to the bowmen, thanking him for the help as well.
Ghost attention then turned to the other person in the mix of things. The human Bethany. He held out his hand to her. If she was sitting then he would help her up, if she was standing then he would wait for her to take his hand, if she wanted, and casually stroll with her away from the flaming area. His wings would be bare for the world to see, but at this point he wouldn't care for that either. What he would need after a long night like this would be a drink. A nice beer or something to drown down the load of shit that he just faced. "Thirsty?" He would say looking at Bethany. "I think we both need nice hard liquor in our systems." He would not look at her, he would just move to the bars location with or without her.
Last Edit: Aug 9, 2014 1:26:52 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 9, 2014 15:35:56 GMT -5
BOOM!
Beth ducked down inside the van and covered her ears to protect herself. She didn't dare pick up her head again until she knew it was over. She could hear the faint sound of sirens, and knew within moments this place would be flooded with police.
Her weapon was then shot from above and destroyed. She tossed it to the side, and by that time the sirens were getting louder. She knew they didn't have much more time to get the heck out of here before they were found.
Ghost was already on his way back towards her now, as she was carefully exiting the van. Beth looked up and around where the shots were being taken from, but still seen no one. She was kind of hoping maybe they would follow them still, so she could thank whoever it was properly.
As he held out his hand for her, she took it and walked calm at first, as she was a bit shaken up. She had every right to be though. She just witnessed some crazy shit here. The sirens were almost on them, but they were now far enough away where she tucked them both into an alley out of sight while at least six vehicles sped right past them.
"I think we both need nice hard liquor in our systems" he said. God, he knew exactly what she was thinking at that moment. It was exactly what she needed. There was no way she was going to get any sleep tonight, so might as well drink the night away. Beth continued to walk with the man rather casually, as to not attract any unwanted attention by the police. She took off her leather jacket that was torn up now, and tossed it into the first dumpster they walked past.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 9, 2014 17:17:06 GMT -5
Whoever the over-watch was, seemed to be doing a good job of taking care of the rest of the troublesome individuals. Rennia thus took the opportunity to slink amongst the shadows. She watched the chaos ensuing and kept an eye on their two guests. When she had the clear, the woman snuck out and crept her way over towards where her arrows had flown off to. For the most part, it was easy to remain within the shadows and out of the line of site of both Vamypre and potentially hole producing, gun wielding individuals who might mistake her for a decent target. She slipped in, wrenched the arrow out from where it had lodged itself, and moved on. Some were far more easier than others, and others she would have to wait before even attempting, lest she be spotted and become another one of the bodies. That would have been an incredible sight for those police officers, wouldn't it?
After retrieving one of her arrows, a vampyre stumbled upon her by happenstance. He hadn't intended to find her hiding spot, but as it also provided him cover from the marksmen, he decided to use it. In one of those classical situations he cautiously peered somewhat around the frame of the car, but not enough to be seen or shot effectively. He then ducked back down and released a deep breath before he suddenly felt like he wasn't alone behind his cover. The man looked to his right quickly, only to find himself gazing upon a daemoness whose own face was only inches from his and staring intently at him. The man attempted to raise the firearm in his possession, but the daemoness, already armed with arrow in hand, simply drove the head into his head from his chin and shoved upwards. The man gasped and gurgled, gave a few flimsy flails, and then died. The annoyed daemoness then wrenched the arrow out and went about her way.
When the two had moved off, Rennia went about collecting the arrows that had fallen in places that were far less easier to retrieve without being noticed. Upon collecting the last one, she began to count them. Her count came up one short, and the daemoness furrowed her brow. The thought quickly vaporized as she peered over at the building. The missing arrow was of course the one that had the explosives attached to it. Rennia nodded contently as she came to the conclusion that there would not be enough left of the arrow to determine much, and anything they did determine, could be dealt with at a later time of course.
Rennia turned her head just in time to see the first police car whipping in to view. It was now time to go. The woman suddenly disappeared from sight, leaving the single officer (The passenger) who thought they saw something left scratching their head.
In the shadows, Rennia wandered off in the direction the two from earlier had traveled in. She was curious after all, about the two she had potentially helped out. Perhaps she'd find out who the sharpshooter was as well. None of this was ultimately necessary, but curiosity had a habit of killing the cat. Rennia was just confident in the fact she was more of a dog person than a cat, and would survive as a result.
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 9, 2014 20:17:51 GMT -5
Richard quietly pushed his way through the streets, and walked among the people that had started to gather in front of the quarantine set up by the police. People were silly like that. Always wanting to get a good look at the troubles of the people they considered lesser than themselves. Wasn't his problem either way, but it was something to think about while he wandered around looking for a place to hole up until the shops opened and started selling munitions. On second thought, better not stock up within the next few days... Or even in New York. Police might be monitoring anyone stocking up on ammunition, and it would cause him a whole lot of trouble if they tried to track him down and ask why.
After a short while walking about, the Reaper decided to take a break and read up on the local themes around town. Private dancers, clubs, gatherings, a few cults here and there, what looked like a wanted poster, and some miscellaneous adverts. There was also a new bar opening in the area, how lovely. Adverts for bars was an odd thing to pick up from an electrical pole, but it had a sort of resonance with the Reaper. Kinda reminded him of way back in the day when he was camped up in Siberia doing his hermit things. He remembered it all quite well, but a single person was what came to mind at the moment. The woman who had very kindly requisitioned Richard's gear for him, specifically. He chuckled lightly to himself at the memory, and reminded himself that he still owed her a favor.
"You might stand out less in a bar." She said. Of course she would say that, he might have stood out less anywhere other than in front of a campfire in Siberia. Richard felt about as noticeable as a literal elephant in the room as he made his way towards a booth in an out-of-the-way corner of the pub. He sat his bag down next to him and under the table and quietly ordered a big plate of wings, a bottle of scotch, and a cigar, if they had any.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 9, 2014 21:40:41 GMT -5
To the bar they went as Ghost eyes stared at the bloody handle of his Blade. It would be trouble if someone actually spotted him with a bloody weapon. Especially since this would put him as suspect number one of what just happened, not that he wasn't. When he finally saw the bar that was very close to the hell that they just came from, Ghost did not waist a moment in Opening the door for Bethany.
He would wait for her to enter then follow behind her. The bar was not empty, it was not full either. It had just the right amount of faces to blend in with. Most of the people watched the news report with an exasperated awe. He didn't pay any attention. Anything involving the events of this night did not register inside Ghost mind anymore. All he was concerned about now was drowning himself in liquor and never stepping a foot in New York again. Also he planned on making a rule that he wouldn't mess with vampyres and their bullshit so long as he lived.
The waiter came to ask Ghost and Bethany what they would have and he allowed her to pick first. "I'll have what she is having, but triple that. And some napkins too." He would give a large sigh then turn his eyes towards Bethany's direction, watching everything she did. "So how do you like New York?" He would jokingly say to her, but not laugh or make any awkward gestures. He was beyond having awkward moments at this point.
One of the men that where paying attention to the news passed Ghost and Bethany to get another drink. When he passed by them again to go sit down, he stopped near them and blatantly stared at Ghost's wings, taking in its details and movements. Of course his wings did center every ones attention to him at some point, but this man had the audacity to actually look at them long enough for Ghost to actually notice. And in front of his face too! He looked at the man with killing intentional eyes, causing him to move back a little in fear. "Their mechanical." He said trying to explain his wings to him and everyone else. It was troublesome to have his wings off but he couldn't help it. He needed them free so that he could fly and his coat was holding him back. When he placed his coat inside the motel it was blown to bits then burned like the rest of the flammable material in the area. He was forced to come here with his wings bare and he really didn't care to hide them. Though he did feel animosity to who ever burned the damn motel. But a couple of bottle or glasses of Alcohol would rid of that hatred quickly.
When the man stared at his bloody Katana Ghost got a little annoyed then leaned in close to the stranger. He made a come here gesture, asking the man to bend down so that Ghost could whisper in the associates ear. "The last man that worried about my bloody Katana ended up adding his blood to my Katana." In an understanding matter the man left and Ghost went back to talking to Bethany. "We may need to move to another bar soon."
Last Edit: Aug 9, 2014 21:45:06 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 9, 2014 22:56:30 GMT -5
"A killer, and yet a gentlemen too" she thought as the door to the bar was held open for her. She had also noticed almost everyone watching the news on the tiny bar TV's. "Nothing happy is ever on the news" was all she said. She was just glad they were out of there alive.
Together they found their seats. Once the waiter came over, he took their orders. When Ghost ordered triple of hers, she gave him a slight smirk. She decided to add to hers as well. If he wanted to try and outdrink her, it wasn't happening tonight. He might be some big tough guy with red eyes and wings, but she had a rough day. Though she didn't drink often, when she did she was no lightweight.
"So how do you like New York?" he asked after their orders were placed. Beth rolled her eyes at him. "To be honest, I don't know how long I will be staying here. Even if all.. that didn't happen" she noticed how closely he was looking at her and worried a little. "I must look like hell right now" and she pretty much did. Her hair was a frizzy mess, her clothing was pretty dirty too. Still, she didn't stand out as much as Ghost did. The man passing by proved it. When he stopped to stare, Beth stood up right in between them both and glared at the man. "Sir, I think you're drunk right now. Please go back to your seat before I have to call the police and tell them you were harassing me." her words were calm and almost sweet sounding, but she was at her boiling point. If he had made any wrong move, she would have broken his pretty little nose. Between Ghost's threats and her convincing, the man walked away and never took another glance their way.
She ignored him when he spoke of leaving already. She didn't feel like having to go anywhere else right now. Just chill out and put some alcohol into her system.
When she sat down again it was just in time for their drinks to arrive. She took her first shot, and placed the glass back down on the table to immediately pick up another full one for herself and handed one to him.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 10, 2014 16:52:05 GMT -5
Rennia ducked and weaved through downtown New York. Already murmurs were popping up here and there about the explosion and shooting that reached the ears of some. The first were those who listened to police radio scanners. Then eventually 'witnesses' and rumor. Then came the news. Some people started wandering over in that direction, hoping to gather around the barricade and gawk foolishly. Rennia wasn't so inclined. She was following the curious pair. She wasn't sure what the vampyres wanted, but they didn't attack in numbers without a good cause. She was curious as to what exactly that cause was.
Some time later the duo made their way to a bar, likely to get liquored up following the 'crazy shit' that had just happened. Not that Rennia was surprised. Most people would want a drink after something stressful like that. Rennia loitered around outside the bar in the shadows as the two made their way inside. As she hung back, her skin began to shift colors to something a bit more human. Everything else remained the same as she decided to keep the hunch her wings appeared to give her, in order to hide the long bow strung across her back. Her tail was also kept as it remained quite hidden beneath her cloak.
The more human appearing Rennia pulled her hood down and stepped into the bar. Inside the doorway she took a good look around the room. Arriving a few minutes late, she caught the tail end of the interaction between the two from earlier and another man. The woman's lips twitched but she gave no other indication of her thought on the situation. Those familiar, piercing red eyes gazed in Marcus's direction for a moment before the figure looked away towards the rest of the pub. In the corner she spotted an interesting figure. Curious about it, Rennia stepped toward the bar and ordered a glass before she slowly made her way over to the figure and helped herself to a seat as opposite of him as she could at the booth. She made no attempt to ask for permission nor said anything once she had sat down. Instead a hauntingly familiar set of features would gaze upon Richard as she raised the glass up to her lips and took a pull of her drink.
Post by Richard G. Hale on Aug 10, 2014 18:56:35 GMT -5
Food, scotch, a more-or-less private booth, and a nice cigar. Maybe the night wouldn't end so turbulently after all, Richard thought to himself as he used his knife to render the flesh off of the bones of the wings before him. It wasn't going to be much as far as sources of food go, but it was much better than nothing, and it was certainly better than picking apart rodents for their marrow, or asking someone for spare bones. Maybe someone else would find a use for the meat, anyways. Wasn't like it really did anything for the lounging pile of bones anyways.
Shortly after he had finished his job of shredding the moderately sized pile of chicken wings on a platter in the middle of his table, Richard took notice as a few more people started to trickle into the building. First, coincidentally, was the pair he had been keeping an eye on from his rooftop a short while ago. On a much closer inspection than his scope had provided, the smoking Reaper could see the stress just dripping off of the woman, and he could see that the kid was doing an atrocious job at hiding himself from the world. The little lady he had with him didn't do much to shift attention away from them either, making such a big fuss at such a time in the night. Meanwhile, a third patron entered through the doors at the front of the room. He finished sucking the marrow out of the second bone of the night by the time the woman made her way over to his booth, drink in hand, and took a seat opposite of him.
Richard took his time finishing off the glass of amber fluid in front of him before saying, "You always seem to catch me in the dead of night, when I'm eating." in between setting his glass down and taking a brief puff from the cigar in his right hand. He made sure to redirect his smoke off to the side with the assistance of some loose water vapor floating around the table. The Reaper would pour himself another little glass of whatever whisky they gave him before finishing his thought.
"It's good to see a friendly face somewhere so hostile to outsiders. Life been keeping you busy?"