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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:23 pm
what's going on here? Wonders Reaver. He has hidden himself in one of the many hidden areas in the city.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:30 pm
Covy cleaned the blood from her mouth and hands as much as she could, and she began to wander the city, it was amazing how light the city was, she found when she wandered and it became morning it hurt, it hurt a lot. She looked up towards the lights, it would give her enough light so she wouldn't have to live in complete darkness for the rest of her life.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 8:34 pm
((leaves to demonic ties))
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 2:26 am
Kelene walks silently out of Central park and into the somewhat quiet city. Even though she wasn't affected by the sun, she still prefered the nighttime. She inhaled deeply, smelling all sorts of things: human blood, both good and reeking; human's food; the sewers; and the eventual mutt. She rubbed her nose, sniffed, and walked on towards the city center.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 11:43 am
Daiguren rose from his seat on a bench and started to walk around the city, "What a day to return to." He smiled knowing he would catch up with Shinigami another time. He wanted to look around an see what else in the city might nave changed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 4:42 pm
Kara sighed. She walked away. Deciding to go to the store to get some food for her new apartment. Once she was done there she started walking back to the apartments.((Exits to Apartments))
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 8:29 pm
Kalan turned right onto yet another endless road. The maze of a city seemed to stretch on into eternity. In another life, or situation, she would have been more careful, or would have noted her surroundings more closely, but time was something she was running out of and too precious a thing to waste now. She raced on breathing deeply. Pulling in the scent of all around her. "Cinnamon..." from a bakery down the street. Something burned faintly, "Drugs.." from the junkie out cold in an alley a block down. "Vanilla.. and smoke.." She could almost feel the warmth of the lit candle four stories up. Though all of these smells would have been no sharper had they been even closer to her face, the strongest scent by far in that part of the city was, the wreak of blood. Surely the stain of the vampire controlled this section.
She slowly registered all of the scents flowing around her, carefully checking on the direction as well as accounting for wind and the slight dullness her barrier put on her senses. She slowly twisted the silver ring on her right hand, the one helping her to focus her abilities so well. A sudden burst of wind blew right through her, chilling her bones and stealing the warmth from her pale cheeks yet again. The only warm part of her remaining was her left shoulder. But that hardly counted as it was not a comforting warmth, assuring her of life, but a painful heat which drained her energy blocking out the ability of the demon who had so recklessly grabbed her the other night.
Kalan watched a bit too anxiously to the shadows as she darted down the near empty street. It wasn't that she didn't trust the word of the elder she had met in the Park, it was that he was only one. And surely not all vampires she had faced before were as gentle and tame as he. She shivered. Partly because of the cold, and partly in remembrance of the clawed hand that had so easily ripped through the flesh of her arm. She wouldn't be caught off guard again. Kalan rounded the last corner, and found the subway entrance. She had finally arrived.((Exit: The Subway))
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:09 am
Kerrigan stumbled around the corner with Raven, laughing at some nonsensical joke as the pair headed towards the diner around the corner. She still had her arm linked with her companion, using him both for enjoyable conversation and support when she started to falter in her heels. Her green eyes, slightly dulled from the effects of alcohol, turned to him as they waited at a crosswalk to cross the street. She didn't care if they were getting some strange looks - it was just another night in New York when a drunk couple staggered through traffic. Usually, however, it wasn't this huntress.
"Raven, thank you for tonight," she said almost out of nowhere, leaning against him as the light across the street turned into a white man, signaling that they could cross. If it hadn't been for the people around her starting to walk across, she might have stood there for a moment longer; might have had more to say. But, as it was, she moved with the flow of traffic, arm still linked with her dark-haired escort as they managed to cross the street without getting taken out by a taxi, stopping in front of a small diner complete with black and white checkered floor, red bar stools, and woman wearing aprons with their names embroidered on them.
"Oh, we're here!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 12:42 am
A raised eyebrow met Kerrigan's thanks as he grunted in amusement. "Why you thankin' me? I didn't do anythin'...well, I mean, I should be thankin' you. Heh, I needed someone to be my wing man while I drank in a vampire joint and I trust ya most..." The man shrugged as he then broke into a small laugh that seemed to continued from their earlier laughing fits. "...But I guess you do owe me. Do you know how much they charge for that sh*t you guys drink at that Nacho place?" A toothy grin spread across the man's face as they made it to an old school diner. This caused the man's eye to sparkle.
"Wow. This place looks just like it came from Norman Rockwell." The hunter muttered to himself as he analyzed every aspect of the place as best he could. Though it wasn't very long before he began dragging Kerrigan inside as his stomach continued to protest to his idling. "Must be nice never havin' to be hungry and sh*t." The man muttered as he looked about for an empty seat, which wasn't hard as it was still late and not many ate at classy places like there nowadays.
Guiding Kerrigan to one stool and plopping himself onto another, a sigh escaped Marcus as he glanced at the grease stained laminated menu. "The closest thing to this we got in Cali are a few Steak n' Shakes. Heh, in the midwest, they were everywhere...Dad loved 'em." He absently mused as his dark eyes focused on the small black print, his intoxicated mind attempting to formulate a dinner.
"Oh yeah. Call me Marcus. Heh, it's my real name. I use Raven amongst hunters because...well, that's how we did it in the West Side. Never used our real names because we never cared enough to. It was like a secret taboo. Heh, guess we figured if we knew your real name, we'd get attached and if sh*t hit the fans, emotions would get involved and f*ck up a good hunt."
He sighed as he shrugged his shoulder and toss the menu onto the counter. The man's brown eyes looked at Kerrigan's for a moment as he shrugged his shoulder once more. "Anyways, the name's Marcus Othneil. You can still call me Raven if you want, but you don't have to." He said, feeling a tad awkward and open now upon revealing his real name. Giving a crooked grin, Marcus looked over to one of the waitresses that were about to come up to them. Straightening himself some, the dark haired hunter exhaled and nodded his head.
"Coffee. Burger. Fries. Um...yeah. Kerrigan, whatcha want?" He then asked, unsure if she was going to pretend eat again or just pass up all together since she seemed to got some of her fix at the bar.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 1:15 am
"Because, this is just what I needed," she said with a happy giggle, giving his arm a squeeze as he said that he trusted her most. It was a compliment most people under appreciated in the hunters. So many of them had trust issues, it was always nice when one let their guard down and made friends and relationships with the other hunters. They really did end up becoming family, whether that was a good or a bad thing. His grin seemed contagious as they stopped momentarily in front of the diner, the huntress guided through the door and onto a stool as Raven muttered some jealousy about not having to be hungry. Giving him a fanged grin, she leaned forward on the counter, biting her lower lip gently.
"Not having to eat does have it's advantages," she mused, running her fingers back through her hair as she leaned on the counter, remembering back to some of her traveling. She remembered eating at a place called Steak 'N Shake - awesome cheese fries. He re-introduced himself with his real name, Kerrigan extending a rather clumsy hand in a handshake as she smiled at him. This was another sign of respect so far as she was concerned - he trusted her enough with his real name. Funny how the simplest things to normal people were marks of honor in their world.
"Well, I'm still Kerrigan, and I assure you that regardless of real names or aliases, when we lose a hunter it is never an emotionless occasion," she said, her voice slightly stirred but completely sincere. She could remember every hunter and huntress that died since she joined the organization, even if she didn't know them on a personal level. She didn't have a choice to say anything else, however, as a waitress came up to them taking Raven's order before they both turned to look at her. She never really looked at the menu, but she did feel the need to eat something - old habits and all that.
"Ummmm.......cheese fries. Oh, and a milk shake," she said, giving the girl a smile as she jotted down the order and disappeared into the back to get their drinks. To those that knew her well, it was strange that she would be so open. While she was always a kind personality, there was a sort of stoic quality to her - a quality that constantly emitted a state of authority and complete calm. Smiling as she shifted in her stool to face Raven, or Marcus as she now had to remember to acknowledge him as, she gave him a smile, leaning her head on the elbow still resting on the counter.
"So, why the move to New York? I'm not sure I ever got the whole story," she said in a conversational manner, absentmindedly biting down on her lower lip as she so often did when she was interested in something. The waitress returned in a moment with a coffee cup for Marcus, filling it to his liking before assuring the huntress she would come back with the shake in a few minutes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 1:33 am
The hunter gave a nod of thanks to the waitress as she placed the coffee on the counter. Taking it and quickly taking a sip of the hot liquid, Marcus blew out a bit before taking in another quick sip. He had hope the Caffeine in the coffee would aid in his quasi-inebriated thinking, but instead received a nice burnt tongue. The man sighed as he glanced at Kerrigan and nodded his head as he thought about the question presented to him.
"Work. The firm I work for has recently opened a branch here and since I'm the best pencil pusher in town, they decided to ship me off. Heh, that and well, you get kinda tired of the same thing over and over...especially when it came to the hunt." With that, Marcus noticed Kerrigan's gaze upon him. He continued to smile as he gave a shrug.
"There, it was like a part-time job. As I told you, we never really knew each other and we kept everything simple. I usually mainly hunted on Weekends during the day with a few others and once in a while at night if we had enough folks. A few times, things didn't go as planned and what not and we suffered our causalities." Pausing to take a sip of his strong black coffee, Marcus let out another sigh as he thought about the past.
"I remember this young girl. Had to be no more than fifteen. She said she was a survivor or something of a werewolf attack. To be honest, I didn't really gave her much attention nor care at the time. Her screen name was some Japanese name, though she wasn't Japanese." Once more, Marcus paused as his breathing slowed and his eyes went distant. "Sakura15. She said it was her second time hunting, but those who've been hunting longer knew better. Anyways, she came along during a night mission in which we were raiding a feeding den in Los Angles."
"At the time, I think I was in my late twenties and a tad more stoic when it came to the job at hand. Her...she talked all the time. Heh, thought it pretty annoying. Well, we made it to this old abandon building deep in the ghettos. The plan was simple. In and out and shoot down anything that moved. If sh*t hit the fan, we blow the place. It was a five man team, and off we went."
"Inside, things went straight to Hell. Apparently one of our members was cattle to the f*ckers and set us up. Since Sakura and I were last ones in, we got to be the first ones out. Throwing everything we had with us, we took out a sh*tload of those bastards, eventually using an RPG one guy had stashed in the van. Thinking everything all well and done, we quickly realized we were the only ones alive in our small party." Marcus paused as he took a slower sip of his dark drink, his eyes now looking past Kerrigan as he recalled the flames of the building and the screams of the dying vampires.
"We went home and what was done was done. A few days later, I saw on Craig's List another hunt set up, this time Sakura was leading it. I passed it up. Next morning, young blond girl found dead in an old school on the television set. Raped and missing a head." His face became solemn as he took another sip of his coffee, her face surfacing his mind.
"Since then, I've never really liked California. Despite it's sunny appearance, it was always cold there." The man muttered, unaware the food had arrived.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 1:48 am
Listening as he recounted his reasons for coming to New York, she nodded where appropriate, trying to picture him in his work outfit once more, sitting behind a desk in some cubicle somewhere. It was a rather amusing image - especially for a man that seemed so 'shoot first, ask questions later' when they first met not too long ago.
Smiling as the waitress brought her shake, she inserted the straw, sucking some of the thick strawberry concoction as she listened to him recount his tale. It was a heart wrenching story - they all had one similar - but for whatever reason it made her think back to her own past. Was that what people thought of her when she first started hunting? That night seemed so long ago, she hadn't thought about it in months, though her hand went straight to the silver bracelet around her wrist, fingering it softly. Her reminder - it had to be constant. It was the reason she started all this to begin with, and how it had come to be her only purpose in life, the only "job" she needed.
She noticed his gaze move past her, the same look she had when she recounted the past, so she understood, smiling softly as the waitress returned a few moments later with their food. For once, the huntress wasn't sure what to say to him, and as the moment of silence between the two of them dragged on, she remained quiet, letting him finish whatever thoughts were going through his head. Finally, she did break the silence, popping a fry in her mouth.
"Comes with the territory I guess. I wish I could say it gets easier, but it doesn't. Hopefully that's one thing you've learned by now old man," she said simply, looking down at her plate as she pushed some of the cheese around with another fry. Her vision was still foggy, giving everything around her a sort of surreal look, but her giddy, inebriated state was starting to give way to the more emotional, serious Kerrigan most people knew. Despite it all, she did give him a small grin at her nickname for him - her attempt to bring him out of the serious thoughts of the past. If there was one thing she learned, it was that there was no point in dwelling on things that already happened. Lord knows she spent a lot of time doing it when she first joined the hunters, and it got her nowhere.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 2:00 am
A weak smile spread across his once sober face at the nickname. Grunting in amusement, Marcus stole a piece of cheese fry from her plate and ate it. "Now don't go about playin' with your food, young lady. That's not polite." He said in his most mature sounding voice he could imitated. Now letting that smile grow stronger and carrying a playful air about him, Marcus sighed and nodded his head.
"Yeah. I know. I know. Well, I say stick with the world's shortest prayer when it comes to our job: F*ck it." He laughed a bit and shrugged his shoulder. The smell of burger meat caused his stomach to growl a bit; forced him to grab a hold of it and tear a bite out of it.
"Heh, this sh*t is good. Want some? Nothin' like some burnt cow to make ya feel good, I tell ya." The man uttered between chomps of his food, not caring he was speaking with a full mouth. Finally swallowing it down, the man took another sip of his coffee.
"So tell me, Miss Kerrigan, what do you do for a living? Gotta make some kind of cash to be wearin' all them spiffy nice clothing and what not." He asked, pleased to have the conversation move past the past and onto the today. To the man, it was like a weight being lifted from his heart. Wasn't everyday he could simply sit down, enjoy a cheap greasy meal, and have company along with it.
"Are you loaded like Veroen with stock options or some such? Or you workin' as a part-time stripper on the weekends?" Marcus joked, winking at her as he took another large bite out of his burnt cow meat.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 2:16 am
Batting at his hand as he stole a fry from her plate, she gave him a devilish grin, as if challenging him to do it again. The grin melted into an all out smile, however, as she chuckled popping the fry she was using to make designs in the left over cheese into her mouth as he tore into his own food. Watching men was, especially when they were drunk and hungry, was like watching the Discovery channel times - painful. So, when he offered her a bite with a full mouth, she shrugged, leaning over and directing his hands to her mouth, taking a bit of the burger before straightening herself up in her own stool once more. She chewed and swallowed quickly, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Damn, that is some tasty cow," she said with a laugh, pulling a napkin from the dispenser for him, then one for herself, which she used to wipe the small drip of grease she felt sliding down her chin. Grinning as he asked what she did for a living, even making a joke about her being a stripper, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, taking another drink of her shake before clearing her throat for an answer.
"Well, you know these heels have to get more use than this," she said, giving him a suggestive wink before breaking into a small fit of laughter. Stretching her arms above her head, back audibly popping in a few places, she released her held breath before slopping up some cheese on a rather empty fry. That would just not do.
"No, when my parents died they left me a rather sizable inheritance. I guess that makes me a Trust Fund Kid, or whatever they're called, but I don't think I fit the stereotype," she said with a laugh popping another fry in her mouth as she gave him a closed-lip smile. She worked hard when she was younger to get money, but since then she had been living comfortably in the life her parents wanted to supply her with in their death. Considering she lived in Haven, made a lot of her own ammunition and whatnot, she hardly had any worried when it came to financials. After all, she was cheap in living and an even cheaper date.
"Honestly, can you picture me working behind a desk everyday? I mean, even if it weren't physically impossible, do you have any idea how funny the idea of me in a pencil skirt and jacket is? You'd sooner see me in a bra and thong, shaking my a** on a street corner..." she said with a laugh, slurping another bout of shake through the thick straw. Both options seemed so funny to her that she could not even imagine what it would look like, her eyes traveling off into space as she popped fry after fry into her mouth. No matter how hard she tried to picture it, there was no way she could do anything other than hunting - it was her entire life.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:18 am
"Thanks." The man said as he took the offered napkin to wipe some of the escaping grease as he listened quietly as she explained her situation. He carried a grin upon hearing her last comment as he took in another bite and shrugged his shoulder in a nonchalant manner.
"I don't know...that sounds like a pretty good combo. A stripper in pencil skirt and jacket. Reow." Laughter erupted from the man at the thought, his mind eye mentally visualizing her dressed in such clothing. This caused Marcus to grin like an idiot for a while before he decided to take another quick sip of his coffee. "I know a few guys who'd go ape sh*t in the office for that."
Sighing to recover from his laughing, Marcus began his attack on his own fries. "But sorry about your parents though. Heh, mine are still kickin' and livin' somewhere in Illinois I think. If you want, you can have 'em. I'm sure my mother would have lovely plans for you. She always wanted a daughter." The man joked as he gave his crooked smirk as he popped another fry into his mouth.
"Anyways, may I ask what's the deal with Mr. Omega Hunter? Sorry, but have to ask, seeing how I might have to run into him back in Haven. Heh, perhaps if I get the whole story behind him, I won't think of him as a d**k so much." Marcus tried to explain, his voice going low as he knew this was probably a topic Kerrigan wanted to avoid. Though she might wanted to, Marcus was curious and he did have to live with the man should the Omega Hunter decide to stay at Haven. Already he could sense the awkwardness on their first impression, but the hunter wasn't too fond with the idea of that feeling sticking around them the entire time at Haven.
"But if you don't want to talk about, that's cool. Sorry to bring it up." Sipping his coffee slowly, Marcus giving a weak smile as he glanced at Kerrigan to see her reaction to the subject.
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