Aristal had been in detroit for about a week, He had met No one worth his time. The bars here where over priced and boring, Playing the same few popular songs, the women dancing where subpar and Aristal could see in their eye how much they hated their job. He sighed softly looking down Mullen street, He saw three bars with neon signs and a few churchs. In all of his years it was one of the things that he never understood about humans, They put their places of worship everywhere and the only thing that surpassed the religous spots was the sinfilled bars and strip clubs.
He kept walking, It was nearly 2 AM but Aristal rarely slept, He didn't need to unless he absolutely wanted to. He reflected silently on his last few years alone, He had abandoned his family, and his friends in Japan, maybe it was his teenage rebellious youth or the fact he was tired of skirting around the edges of humanity, Though his father and mother had taught him many useful and nessisary tools to keep him alive, they constantly preached to stay away from humans, "they will discover what you are and try to kill you just for being a daemon!" His mothers shrill voice rang out in his head.
Aristal shook his head slightly to clear his mind, His shapeshifting ability made him look human, He had become so accustomed to having the shape of a human it was like a afterthought and required almost no conscience thought to keep up. He suddenly stopped looking around. He realized with a laugh he was lost and had no clue where he was.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Mar 4, 2016 23:18:53 GMT -5
Alysia was walking along, humming to herself. She was dressed in a long skirt that brushed around her ankles, her feet in simple flat black shoes and a simplistic blouse covering her torso. She walked along, her skirt swaying softly as she went, enjoying the feel of her hand made skirt. It was like a waterfall cascading along her flesh, and she loved the soft sounds it made swirling against itself. She was out walking, having been trying to get several new people to sponsor her clothing store she was attempting to start up. She had not been entirely successful, only getting one small supporter who could not offer very much except encouragement and a few spare dollars from their wallet. Although it was not an entirely successful endeavor, Alysia greatly enjoyed and was appreciative of even that small amount and emotional support.
She turned a corner, and ran face first in to somebody. She gasped, and stumbled backwards falling in to a puddle of muddy disgusting water. The water splashed all over her, ruining her brand new skirt. She yelped softly, grinding her hand against the pavement and tearing her flesh open. Tears sprung to her eyes, and she bite her lower lip to stifle another gasp, but this one of pain. She clenched her hand closed tightly, already feeling the welling of bleed between her fingers and grimaced. She was really upset now...not at the other person but at herself for running in to them and being so clumsy as to fall down and cause this to happen.
"I am so sorry! I did not mean to run in to you! Are you alright? I did not see you around the corner and did not look."
Aristal blinked very quickly. It had happened so fast and surprised him to where even with his improved reflexes he couldn't have caught her. She ran into him aristal not even knocked off center by the impact. His brain registered her before she hit the ground, she was young in human standards dressed nicely and seemed sorta small to him.
Crouching down he smiled kindly the smile not exactly reaching his eyes "it's no problem, accidents happen" he reached for her hand which he saw and smelled the dark red liquid slowly spilling out of "here let me help you" with that he unzipped his jacket moving it aside he ripped a small strip of fabric off of his t shirt near the bottom and wrapped it tightly around her hand "what is someone as young as you doing out this late? Even in the best of spots this city can he rough" he wasn't scolding her so much as he seemed worried for the young girl
Post by Alysia Weaver on Mar 5, 2016 23:54:44 GMT -5
Alysia blinked, slowly opening her injured hand to let the male wrap his torn shirt around the injury. She winced slightly, biting her lower lip but staying quiet as he bound her hand for her. When he finished, she clenched her hand around the cloth again to help slow the bleeding and raised it over her head to further slow the bleeding. When he was finished, she used her other hand and swirled it around through the water and came up with a small piece of glass. So that was what had cut her so. She sighed, tossing it away and pushed herself up to her feet with her good hand then looked down at her skirt and blouse.
"Wow...what a waste....so many hours of good work wasted. Oh well.... I will just have to make another."
She looked up to the male and finally smiled warmly. She was thankful for his help, and did not blame him at all for the fall. It was nobodies fault, just a simple accident. Nothing that was not fixable or replaceable.
"My apologies for running in to you sir. I was being careless and clumsy and not paying as much attention as I should have been. I will have to work on that more. I also think I will be alright, I am not entirely with out my devises and strategies for remaining safe. As to why I am out here, I was seeking people to help me with monetary donations and support who would be willing to help support a clothing store I am attempting to open up with my own brand of cloths. I make them by hand. This skirt I made myself as well." She smiled, pinching the skirt and pulling it apart to show it off despite the muddy stains upon it from the puddle she had fallen in to.
Jack is an average, unassuming guy. He stands bashfully, avoiding eye contact as he looks around at everything except the person he's speaking with. A closer look. however, will reveal more.
Beneath this carefully neutral appearance, Jack's body is lean and efficient. He's slow to anger and behind his bashful demeanor is an assertive individual observing his environment with an almost predatory nature.
Post by Jacksoπ Flεtchεr on Mar 8, 2016 22:22:44 GMT -5
Detroit. Jack hadn't been in some time. He wasn't the city's biggest fan but there he was. The young man wasn't there on business. Well, not exactly anyways. Although he hadn't spoken to or seen his family since he'd left home, Jack still looked in on them every so often. He wasn't sure why he did it. Part of him wanted to see that they were miserable. Part thought that maybe he hoped they were well. And another part, the one he kept hidden best of all but just couldn't bring himself to amputate, hoped they missed him. He was disappointed every time.
So Jack was in Detroit to look in on his family. From afar, of course. As far as they knew he was dead and the young man liked it that way. Maybe he'd kill them. No, he probably wouldn't. If he hadn't by now then it was likely that he never would.
Up this late, the young man was walking around trying to work up the courage to teleport to the hospital where his dad was dying from prostate cancer. Jack wasn't sure he could do it. Maybe he'd just get distracted and -- Ooh. What's that over there?
Jack saw two people. Though it was dark, the young man could see them pretty well and identified them as a male and a female. He wondered what they were up to, suspecting they might be conducting a business transaction. Not particularly in the mood to kill anyone tonight, the young man decided to keep his distance for now.
