▐ Blood Bath and Beyond▐ Gang/ Dark/ Sci-Fi /O✰A

[Betty Bomber]

Darwin had felt an iggling of security when the metal shoe box he called home bounced closer and closer into view. His mouth worked and his squat limbs pummelled through the toxic dust ever harder when he heard Vidas abrasive death threats. Crazy b***h. Maniac. Brother killer. Darwin howled high into the air "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU CRAZY WHORE!!. His right food kicked too hard into a softer part of the sick earth, a deep narrow pit full of hot sludge that his big hairy foot caught a spilt second too long. As he wrenched his ankle free, something impaled him. Hard, sharp bruising force that rocketed through every limb as blade imbedded into the space between the fifth and fourth vertebrae in his large slouched spine.

Darwin screamed shrilly, a dying primate sound that resonated. Outland insects and winged monstrosities lifted off the rocky horizon. The man tottered forward, slamming into the ground with pinwheeling arms. His chunky form writhed in wretched pain, thrashing and flopping like a fish on land. He hyperventilated and wept like a child. Thick tears drooled from his glands and down his face in slow rivers. A high whine left his gaping monkey mouth, slowly dying off into pitiful sobs. "Please...!!.. Please, PLEASE don't kill me!" He begged, lying on his stomach with the knife sticking out like a horn in his upper middle back.

The mutant tried to lift onto his elbows shakily, yowling when he tried to turn his head and plead with the owner of those foot steps closing in on him. Looking back on it now... No wonder this was happening. Cleatus had no idea what he was doing when he orchestrated this stupid show, Darwin made a promise to himself then, that whatever food or luxury he was afforded from this point on, he would say thank you and pay his dues. Anything to avoid these organized psychos.

[Betty Bomber]

☆ ★ Cassie ★ Masoner ★ ☆

Cassie found herself caught like a deer in headlights as metal ground against metal, opening slowly and clunkily to reveal a mad terrorist scientist bloke, with blaring red beacons where his eyes should have been. Cassie swallowed back hard, furrowing her dirt smeared brow. He stood before her like a judge. They won't' really kill me will they? she asked herself, hitching herself up into standing.

Looking over the ship quickly from side to side, it was easy to think she might just turn tail and run from this stranger, who very well could have been the adjudicator of her fate. This was not the case. Her curiosity tended to trump her fight or flight tendencies. She tried to boar her eyes into his, trying to penetrate the glass of his eye wear. He's not saying anything. Cassie opened her mouth and yelled uncomfortably loud, as she took a step back. ".... Uh.....I'm looking here, for a body. Is that okay or am I the one trespassing?!". His eyeless state was unnerving. He looked like a maniac, not so much dangerous as unpredictable.

They were surrounded by nothing but junk, old corpses of hovers new and old, she knew somewhere farther off, if it hadn't been affected by the crash landing, was a smaller section for abandoned and unrecognizable space craft. Most all of them ancient or missing most of their most vital parts. Taking a longer, slower look at the craft, truly taking in it's size. She knew flying out of Lower Earth was illegal unless you were leaving the planet with a license and pass port.. Even more red tape, when something as big as that was involved. This person had crashed.. From above, split and roared over a river of scrunched and compressed spare metal. Fleetingly, she guessed some kook deemed unfit to live in Upper Earth, and spit out here... Into Earths biggest junk yard. "Why are you down here?" Cassie asked defensively.

Jeff Caramel

[Betty Bomber]

▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ▉ ▊ ▋ ▌ ▍ ▎ ▏ ▐ Ⓙohnny▐


When Serena slunk into the seat next to him filling the hover with the smell of her old planets armour materials, steel polish and the comforting sound of heavy artillery being loaded into the compact hovering tank, Johnny was smoking the first inch of a particularly strong smoke. A lingering luke warm side eye was tossed her way. As she spoke the cigarette drooped with the corners of his mouth, dropping ash into the folded centre of the damage report in his fingers. He rolled his eyes behind the face gaurd and regarded her with a petulant grunt. "You don't have to wine and dine me, not if it means letting you window shop around Morrigans meat when I'm waiting like some schmuck cab driver" Johnny jeered, jacking the slitted key to the right and kicking the hover into gear. Purred like an overgrown monstrous kitten as it backed out, zooming past rows and rows of dormant crafts.


He contemplated the plan of action, after taking a mental check list with Serena after she had named off what she had brought. Sharp black eyes focused forward hard as they burst into the night outside the Blood Bath and Beyond, out an exit about five streets away. Strips of light passed over there bodies beside each other, as they careened through tubing and traffic. Johnny's big booted foot was heavy on the gas. "I don't need your gun. You can shoot from the roof tops, if that's what your dead set on. We'll take out a slew of them just to scare the rest of em' away. Were heading into riot territory where Lower Earths Central pillar is. I say we tear through the south side, make our way to the North face and find the ******** with this special knife. I'll follow you and weed through what's on the ground.. As per usual. Johnny said, casting a glance at Serena to see if she was actually listening.

Strong Chain links around his thick and bulky right arm crunched as he yanked the steering left, cascading like a tank moving top speed down hill into multi layered traffic. "Have fun" Johnny snarled, his shark like eyes crinkling at the side with his twisting mouth. His and hers voices were both sort of muffled, now punctuated by bleating horns and city sounds.

The heavy hover finally came to a stop at a mid level parking platform; a lift running from the top of the concrete to the busy ground below. The big lug heaved to the side of his seat, bringing with him a set of long, thick arrows meant specifically for penetrating skin surfaces of middle Outland calibre..Meant to pierce right through the flesh and organs of regular humans. Attached to the heads were instead the tranquilizer darts chemical cartridge In the back seat, methodically and quickly in his big gloved hands. He reached for and wrenched free an old, sturdy cross bow made of iron and flexible industrial steel thread cording. He slung it and it's holster over his opposite shoulder, crossed with that dire machete he carted. Knowing Serena, she was probably already head first out of the vehicle.

From here on in, they needed to part ways. He gestured to the top of one of the million pawn shops with his eyes, looking to her first as her body moved , then the smoke stack coming from the greasy box shaped building. They were in a scuzzy part of the city just sprawled out from the central column. They were in tune with each other, as much as they butted heads. After years of being partnered with her it wasn't hard to guess what the other was doing. He ducked into the alleyway grinning madly behind the face and mouth guards as he advanced into riot traffic. Security Alarms and hover horns deafened the mouth of the alley. There was sickly yellow fire pouring from business doors and broken windows, the huge disorganized hoard created a giant black blotch on the city's already sludgey land scape.

[authorific]

SERENA vit RONA

Her eyes narrowed and she looked over at him, fighting the urge to reach over and punch him in the face. Hard. “Is that jealousy I hear? Because I’m looking someone else’s ‘hanging meat’ and not yours.” She teased lightly, a devilish smirk growing on her lips, although it was covered by the metal mask that shielding her devil black lips from doing too much damage. When he began talking, she fought the urge to roll her eyes and start snoring before she leaned low in her seat, kicking her feet up on the dashboard in front of her. Chances are he’d probably complain, and smack her legs until she put them down, but at the minute it was comfortable, and she leaned her head backwards, relaxing slightly as the engine purred away.

When he turned to the left, she reached a hand out and put it on his forearm to steady herself, before straightening up as she saw they’d came to a stop. His words registered in her ears and she smirked, shaking her head before reaching up, grabbing his chin and pulling it around so his gaze met hers. “Just try not to kill yourself.” Her eyes looked him over before she opened the door of the hovercraft and she was gone, choosing to scale down the side of the building rather than take the lift. After all, it was quicker.

She dropped the last few feet, landing in a crouch before she straightened up, turning her gaze to the crowd of rioters. Now, the two co-owners had been given the job of thinning the rioters out and disbanding them, along with finding the person with the illegal knife. Not that she cared that Nimue was stabbed, she could go and have sex with him for all she cared, but if she got hold of this knife, it could benefit her.

Serena easily moved through the crowd, slyly embedding her knife into various backs, letting the bodies hit the floor when she started moving again. Her eyes searched people’s belts, looking for the illegal knife that would give her the green light to just march in and sink her knife into whoever she could find. A glint of red caught her eye and she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes to get a better look at the person. Indeed it was the knife, and it was in the hand of a rather skinny man with dark hair. However, he wasn’t the problem. The mass of bodies around him that seemed to be protecting him were.

Slipping her knife back into its slot, she sauntered up to one of the burly men, coyly reaching out to run her finger down the middle of his chest. “Hey big man, how about me and you get together sometime.” She purred, stepping closer and smiling innocently up at him. The man seemed to fall for it, and he leaned forward, both of his hands reaching around her to rest on her a**. Before he could speak, Serena whipped her knife from its slot and angled it correctly, so that it slid into his gut smoothly. A look of shock registered on the man’s face and he dropped to his knees, the knife slitting his body open, from gut to neck before she wrenched it from his skin, kicking him away from her.

The slender man had barely turned around to face her when she stabbed a needle into his neck and pulled the knife from his grasp, looping her finger in his shirt and quickly dragging him to an alley way. Her gaze was focused on the crowd behind her, stiffening as several of the burly protectors turned to her, when she felt herself bump into something solid. But fleshy. “s**t.”

The burly men had started to advance on the alleyway, and she was cornered. Her knife swiped out at one of the advancing men, easily severing the important veins in his neck, showering her armour in spurts of hot crimson blood. Her gaze switched between the four advancing men, to the man she had bumped into and she shifted, dropping the now unconscious body to the floor and pulling out her gun, aiming it at the collection of men whilst her knife was ready to impale the body of the man she had collided with.

Shinu Eru

[Four Dirty Paws]

Your hands protect the flames from the wild winds around you.
+Nimue Daelnar+

Nimue's frown from her earlier rant was right back on her face as they listened to the rough gravelly voice of her cannibal boss crackle through the speaker. It was that same lecture again. She couldn't see from there, but her mind produced an image of Johnny adjusting himself in his trousers like the big male brute he was. Her eyes rolled in her pretty little head. So ******** typical. She landed herself in the same pile of s**t every time they went through this, and he always reacted accordingly after putting her in her place. Par for the course. She huffed as he barked his last order at her for a while and the line went dead. The bird immediately pegged him off even if he couldn't see it. "Get bent, boss," she grumbled.

The tiny Venutian turned on her heel just in time to catch Apollo talking to her. A night on the town, huh? And she was hardly dressed for it. And for what they had to do. Her scowl deepened. "Like I'm dressed for this. Or maybe I am, what with my tits hanging out for all of Lower Earth to ogle." He moved toward her, got up into her personal space, and she instinctively took a step back. She hated having to crane her neck in order to talk to someone face to face. Everyone needed to stop being a head taller than her. Everyone but Vida, and that was still only because she had 4" heels and a 1" hidden platform in most of her shoes. Her ash-grey wings fluttered behind her in irritation, and she placed her hands on her ample hips. Girl had hips and an a** that could knock out an Outlander dragon. Definitely not jailbait material despite her height. Thighs that had a little meat to them, a nice curve. The girl was all curves everywhere. Wouldn't take much to lure some unsuspecting drunken sap by the d**k with a figure like hers. And she knew it too.

"Not taking me will get your a** kicked by the Boss Man. And no, it's not the first time being used as bait, course not. I've been informed by plenty of men that I'm just as juicy as an Upper Earth peach." Nimue was a little loathe to admit that but them's the breaks. The bird girl's plump pout was almost in a snarl. "I'll lure the guy away but if you think I'm ******** him before knocking him out, you've got another thing coming. And no, you don't get to watch. You take care of the girl. Do me a favor and put her out too. If I have to listen to her bawl and blubber the whole way down there, I'll barf. In your car." If he were any good at reading people, he'd recognize the uncomfortableness hiding in the back of her molten gold eyes. The mission made her uneasy, nervous, and she was hiding it behind coarse words and a sharp tongue. She brushed past him to head down the hall for the locker room nearby to fish her waist-cincher out of the bath. If there was some kind of God up there, or Maker, or whatever you want to call him, please let the blood have gotten out of the fabric. Making a new one would be a b***h, and she wanted to cover her bandages. Nim didn't care if he followed her or not. "I gotta grab what's left of my clothes. I'm not keen on advertising the fact I'm wounded."

[Betty Bomber]

⋙Apollo ☼⋘

Appollo followed Nimue with thickly lashed blue eyes, lazy and modestly exasperated. He hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, dragging the second skin waist band of his pants ever further down the racey lines etching a V Where there should have been some evidence of underwear. As she let the words run free from her painted glossy mouth, he smiled off puttingly and shrugged his shoulders, hissing emphatically through his teeth. Her side looked as though it had been torn up like wet newspaper, before that creepy mortician got his Snakey fingers on the mouthy little slip. She was talking like that to try and cover up something. So she was prepared to put her a** out there, but she was going to be salting the course with fear and that was no good. Stan took a mental note to keep an eye on his escort ... For She was right, not taking little sister would likely put some kind of splinter in Johnny's crack.

Appollo turned his head to watch Nim saunter past him. He was just fine following behind her. He turned his attention to his cell phone, a top of the line ordeal About as thin as paper and hard and clean as diamonds. He clicked his tongue, smiling brightly with dimpled cheeks. "... I'll bet you get nothing but good reviews, disemboweled or not.." Apollo said coolly, tapping away with his thumbs. "And hey, I'm not an amateur either you know. You'll see, peaches. You won't wanna hurl in the ride we'll be taking" he said vaguely, teasing, giving the impression that he had something up his sleeve.

Apollo stopped outside the door Nimue had brushed into and leaned against the frame with one leg crossed over the other, the toe of his right boot pointed at the ceiling. He was no gentleman by any stretch, if it looked like he wasn't going out of his way to look at her like a peeping teenager, it was because he could see her reflection in a plated glass wall across from him perfectly fine. His head was down, eyes cast upward over the rims of his shades. "We'll be rolling up in a hover-sine, peaches. It'll be fun, I promise" Apollo said, sinking his shoulders back and rolling his chin. The euphoric high he had been riding earlier came to a grinding halt when he saw Johnny damn near decapitate the sharp mouthed little hen.

[Disciple Of Larry]

Rioters. It just had to be rioters. Koth hated riots, not because of the chaos or mayhem, but because of the sheer stupidity of it. Humans seemed to lose what little brains they had left during a riot. Here he was simply trying to go home, and there was a bloody riot standing between him and his destination. ******** fantastic, and this after he had decided it would be best not to cause trouble. That plan had gone out the window in a minute, after he had been forced to cause a fair amount of mayhem to get enough of the rioters to realize he was not a good idea to get in his way, leaving him fuming and grumbling under his breath. "******** idiots. Why are humans so damn stupid. For ******** sake, it's not like I'm small, and I'm wearing armor to boot. But no, that's just an invitation to jump me and have your lungs pulled out through your esophagus clearly. ********... gah." He turned down an alleyway, figuring it would be best to keep to back alleys where those who were trying to avoid the riot generally stayed. Of course, that plan was shot to hell rather quickly too, as a woman backed into him, trailed by trouble.

It was all he could do to not just whip around and tear all of them to shreds, instead just reaching out and grabbing a hefty piece of scrap metal, turning around slowly. It didn't take a genius to realize two things, one, the woman was hostile, two, the men following her were also hostile, and thought he was with the woman. To reiterate, ********. She was aiming a knife at him, cute, but not bothersome at all. The easiest way to deal with this would likely have been to off the woman, show the idiots following her he wasn't with them. Of course, they looked like the type furnished with so few brains they might have had a brain cell to share between the lot of them. He'd rather kill them and deal with the woman, who at least seemed to show some signs of intelligence. His body rippled slightly, altering his bones, organs, and muscles beneath his human mask. Angry as he was, he was still capable of snide banter, as the men seemed a bit hesitant to charge due to his size, that and the gun leveled at them. "Well, look what we have here. Cannon fodder, fine, I'm in a bad mood, you'll do fine to work off some stress." A flick of the wrist and the piece of scrap hurtled into one of their skulls, Koth following it like an armored ballistic missile, crashing into another of the men hard enough to cave his chest in. He was angry, very angry, and he was going to take it out of their hides.

authorific

Hooray for killing death fodder!

[Nightmare Vitamins]

"Oh god, you look so gross right now." Vida always hated when they begged. Even the gross ones, like the idiot she was currently making a slow and dedicated approach on. The only thing that would have made this icky little scene worse would be if he started crying for whatever miserable drench had spat his twisted person into existence from her no doubt diseased womb. An embarrassing, undignified way to go out.

She sighed as she finally reached him, and looked over the pathetic display with a taut facial expression."Look, if I wanted to kill you, you'd be just as dead as your darling little family." She looked back at Faolin, still trying to heft one corpse into the hover. Eeesh! Had little Minters actually made such a hideous mess all on her own? Not for the first time, Vida felt a pang of pride well up in her breast.

She unceremoniously lifted a booted foot and brought it down onto the mutant's back, mercifully above the knife currently splitting his spine into bite size pieces. "Fine, but babe, you're gonna need to drop the attitude. I don't like my cargo to talk back to me so much. Makes me wanna not even bother with it, you know?"

After she threatened him, Vida turned to beam back at Faolin, giving him a double thumbs up. She was KILLING this whole negotiation thing!

Betty Bomber