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Divinity 2012; A struggle for survival.
Topic Started: February 1, 2012, 3:04 pm (1,663 Views)
Velkyn
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11:47 AM

Hazel eyes slid blurrily open, bright sunlight shining in through the open shades of the window of her hotel. There was a little sound, not one of protest, but more one of curiosity, as the woman’s head was raised from a slightly drool stained, white pillow and her eyes flickered to the alarm clock on the table next to it. 11:47 stood out in bright red, and she blinked a few times. How a non-native had slept until 11:47 AM in New York City after only being there a couple of days was a mystery, at least until she sat up and tugged an earbud from her ear that had been snuggled in securely the night before.

Change everything you are… and everything you were… your number has been called…

She mumbled the words, only half intelligible though she knew precisely what she meant. And there was no one else in the room to hear. She fished down along the slim black wire to the small black zune at the end and punched the play/pause button, eyes slipping closed once more as she sat up and listened to the sounds of the city. It was in full swing. “…nnnggh… coffee…”

And with that, Meg was out of the tangle of sheets and blankets. She flung the blanket clinging to her foot onto the bed, and finally stood, stretching languidly and staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows for a few moments. And once again, she was thankful for her mom adding some money to her stash for this trip. It was expensive, but leaning idly against the glass and staring over the Hudson River while clad in no more than a pair of lime green boy shorts and a clingy black tank top was sort of worth it. It was certainly different than the small apartment back up north. She watched a boat floating its way by, and the continuous rush of vehicles on the street below her. Finally, she snorted, and pushed away from the window. Her zune was slid into a cradle, similar to an ipod dock but less… picky, and suddenly the room was full of music. No coffee maker up here, so she’d have to venture down to the restaurant for food and coffee… she had intended to go out and meet the owner of the ball python today anyway. She padded off to the bathroom.

Some days are just a copy… of a day you had before.

She scoffed as she stripped off her tank top and panties. Often her zune was fairly good at selecting music, but Germany certainly didn't fit this morning. She still sang along with it, softly and in a mumble for the most part, as she stepped into the “rain shower.” She certainly would miss this thing when she went back home. The whole damn room was amazing, in all honestly. She could see why someone might spring so much for it. It was small, but… felt larger, probably due to the windows. She took a far longer shower than usual, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and scrubbing her body clean.

While it wasn't as… magnificent as some she’d seen, her body was her’s, and she was rather content with it. 5’4” and 200 lbs, she wasn't particularly tall and her build was a bit thick, while her bosom was nothing to scoff at, the running joke back home involved her ass causing car crashes, particularly if she stooped low enough to, or was manipulated into, wearing a skirt. That was a very rare occurrence, and one she wasn't likely to repeat anytime soon. Her skin was faintly tanned, and covered in small blemishes, spots, scars, and marks simply from living, and wasn't precisely… smooth, but again. It was her body. She would take care of it regardless of how little she actually thought of it. She stepped from the shower, fumbling about for a towel. She dried her body of, then rubbed her short, near-black-but-still-brown hair hard and getting it somewhat thoroughly dry until it stuck up in obscenely strange ways and tossing the towel over the side of the tub, and looking into the mirror for a few moments. Vanity certainly wasn't one of her vices, and she rarely even looked in the mirror, but now took the time to tame her hair at least a little before even grabbing clothing. Not that the room was chilly or anything, the temperature was nice.

She stepped off into the main room, pausing to look out the window and chuckling softly. Completely bare, in front of floor-to-ceiling windows. ”Glad no one ever looks up…” she mumbled, a fair bit more awake than she had been, but still groggy and not all there, as her lips quirked into a faint smirk. The music had changed once more, reminding her she was wasting time. Roughly… 35 minutes since she had gotten up, judging by the songs that had played. Her nose wrinkled. She wasn't use to taking so long, and now flipped open her laptop as it sat on the table in the sitting area as she passed by once more, pulling open a drawer to find underwear, socks (blech. She hated socks), a t-shirt, and pants. The baggy, well-worn jeans with their frayed bottoms weren't quite as tight as they had been a month or two ago, that meant she had been making progress and she smiled faintly as she pulled the black t-shirt over her head, shaking it hard and tugging slightly at the bottom of it to get it to sit right. “What’s wrong with a little chaos?” was scrawled across her breasts rather… prominently. Her necklace, a simple affair of 3 green and 2 white stone fangs and small black beads separating them, was placed around her neck as she moved to the windows and slid them open, letting the wind and sounds sweep about the room as she turned her attention to her laptop.

Nothing from anyone. Her head tilted to the side. That was a rare occurrence. She shrugged simply, not overly concerned with it, and double checked the address she was going to, as well as the directions to get there. The lot was scribbled onto a piece of notebook paper that was folded and tucked into a deep pocket. The same happened to her phone (which was checked for messages first, then time. 12:30 by this point), her wallet, a small number of stray bills, and her zune. She roughly brushed her hair, double checking she had enough money to eat and go pick up the python today, and her subway card to boot.

It was near 12:50 PM before Vel had her well-loved, scuffed up black skater shoes on and was out the door. Lunch at The Grill was a simple affair of coffee, a BLT turkey club… thing that the waiter had insisted was filling, and an order of french fries. Afterwards, the woman called the owner of the snake and confirmed she could swing by the apartment to pick the snake up, although she skittered back up to her room to fetch a hoodie before catching a subway up to The Bronx to go get her new buddy, with her headphones in her ears and a paperback sticking out of one pocket of her jeans.

The next couple hours were a bit of a blur. She fetched the ball python, a 3 foot long beautiful female she decided to call Mara, and spent a good portion of time wandering the city with the python curled unobtrusively around her neck, enjoying the warmth with her tongue flicking near constantly.

By 6:30, she had returned to her room with Mara and gotten the snake settled in the tank she had brought with her from upstate. She was chowing down on a bento box she had picked up while wandering the streets of the City, with the windows open just slightly and her laptop on her lap. She stared at the device for a moment, and then looked over at Mara as she finished off the box. It was only 6:30… she should really be out doing… something instead of lounging here. She didn't intend to be in the city for long at all. She closed her laptop, and got ready to head out.


7:45 PM

Meg really hadn't done a whole lot about her appearance. She had added a fedora, with six little metal rings in the rim on the right side, and a small silvery skull pin on it, and switched to a clingy, neon green thermal under a simple black t-shirt. Over her shoulder was an olive satchel that originally would have been a medic bag or something of that nature. It was rather well worn, but really didn't have much of importance in it. Honestly? It was more of a distraction. Her money and the like were kept in her pocket, but most would go for the bag rather than her pockets, given the chance. Deceptions were good.

Now she stood outside a nightclub. Not her usual scene, but her usual scene involved a finished basement with a stereo and computer, and that was about it. She snorted. She’d be uncomfortable, and on edge the whole time in this place called… what in the nine hells was it called again? She looked to the sign.

The Neon Lights

There were a lot of people. She was a new face for sure, but certainly didn't give that feeling. She flowed among the regulars as if she belonged, reflecting their attitudes, mannerisms, and emotions with a surprising ease. Deflecting attention from herself by refracting the energy of others. It was a strange concept, but it certainly worked. Somehow, she ended up among the first people to step into the gutted-and-re purposed warehouse, slipping past the doors at 7:58 PM exactly, and skittering off out of the way to start watching.

Who knew? Maybe something would draw her in, away from where she lurked unobtrusively off to the side.
Being lost is so close to being found.
You can only see as far as you think...

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-Piercey-

The police woman stared at Piercey for a moment. It was clear that she had heard the report and seemed almost suprised at the girl's compliance. If Piercey was feeling particularly intuitive, she might pick up on a hint of suspicion as well. Frankly, the officer had been expecting hostility. As far as she was concerned the two who had just been brought in were the cheif suspects in every single murder that had taken place that day. She closed the door behind Piercey. "As it so happens, we won't be using this as an interrogation room. It's been quite a day hasn't it?" The officer sat down and began to straighten up some files before eyeing the girl. She seemed so young and so awkward, but who knew? Piercey could have been a sociopath, she and that boy. Things had been too ridiculous today for her to discount anything.

"There's another detective on the way, you're to wait here until he gets here." Suddenly the radio on the woman's belt came to life- not literally of course- there was a report of gunshots downtown. She knew how short-handed they were an that she would have to respond to this one. "For the love of... You, you are to... *sigh* Sorry about this, the detective will be here soon. I have to respond to another matter."

She got up and went to the door. "You just sit tight in this room, and don't mess with anything. She then left, locking it behind her, and leaving Piercey to wonder if she was actually responding to the call or just waiting to observe Piercey's reaction...



-Lyra-

Detective Keats softened as the girl in his charge began to dry heave. "Hey boys, finish baggin' and taggin' everything and then get the bodies to the Medical Examiner... I shouldn't be doin' your jobs for you. Not that it's all that hard to figure out cause..." He muttered the last part. He put a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder. Unfortunately for her she had definitely been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that being the case she may have seen something- even if she wasn't aware of it.

"Look miss, I'm sorry but I've got to ask you some more questions. Maybe we can go down to the station? You can call your friend and we can talk somewhere not so... Morbid. If your appetite is still intact I'm sure we could get some doughnuts and coffee."

He was trying to be pleasant a midst all the unpleasantness. He tried not to let the job scar him and the man, approaching his 40's, had held out remarkably well thus far. He just hoped the girl was compliant as he gestured to his unmarked car. That way this everything would move that much smoother.



-Ayden-

"Thank ya, that sounds great. My girl will be just so excited. My wife keeps a few of my old boxing tapes around. My girl will watch 'em from time to time- you can always tell because you see her boxin' the air when she doesn't think you're looking. It'll be good for her and I'll feel better knowing she can protect herself. This isn't the friendliest city after all." The man told Ayden good-naturedly.

He handed the completed forms to the coach and grinned. If your boss has business cards I'll just snag one of those if it isn't any trouble. He grinned "Maybe sometime you and I can go out for a couple drinks. Assuming you're old enough to of course." He chuckled. As far as anyone could tell it was a purely genuine and friendly offer. But hey, some people don't like friendly people. They get creeped out, but this man didn't come off as the too-friendly-in-a-creepy-way type. Either way it was up to Ayden.



-Aria Evon-

"Ohhhhhhh!"
Uhhh....... We'll get back to her later...




Over the commotion of the crowd James would manage to hear Will say to himself. "If things get bad, go for the Femoral Artery. Painful, bloody and easy to access." Now any random person might misinterpret hearing that. I mean it's not every day you hear someone plot murder as if it were a meditative chant. Truth is though, that's exactly what it was. Will was going over combat tactics to calm himself. He glanced over at James "Behind this cab. They should run right by us."

Will's hand dug in his pocket and closed around the handle of his pocketknife, He deftly worked it open and gently ran a finger over the wicked serrations near the base of the blade. The world seemed to come into a better focus for him. The nutjobs who decided it was a good idea to shoot at them in the middle of the street- they would get theirs. Law enforcement wouldn't be able to ignore them after this- too many witnesses. Speaking of, Will ducked his face down. He didn't particularly want anyone to tie him to this scene. He liked his privacy and he assumed James did too so if he was smart he'd catch on and follow suit. If they played their cards right then they could get out of here before anyone knew what was what.




-The Neon Lights-

It it had yet to become the hot scene it would later tonight but there certainly were a few early birds and some decent music on the sound system. But of yet nothing of interest had happened. But fear not, the night has just begun for our club goers. Something of interest is bound to happen. Just hold tight because more guests will be arriving.



Sorry 'bout the wait anybody who might be listening to the nonexistant voice of the narrator, there were erractic bouts of divine intervention or some suchlike... Of course as we're all about to find out, divine intervention is certainly not always a good thing. But hey! Talk about tension right? Don't you just have the feeling something huge and most likely terrible is about to happen? I sure do. For now the Gods are still playing... well Gods... But not everything is as it seems. But Lyra, James, Piercey, Will, Elliot, and well, Aria too I suppose, are a little preoccupied at the moment. And Neon, Rave, and Meg are somewhere in the future waiting for the timeline to catch up with them.

So sit back and enjoy as these strange threads are woven together, however indirectly, into the tapestry of fate.
Edited by Poise&Poison, November 23, 2012, 8:16 am.
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"I live in the eyes of the blind.
In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
the fate I helped to orchestrate."



"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. Oh, and another thing: holy shit. The adrenaline was great and all but not how he exactly expected to be spending the night. Of course, Will going over tactical ways to cripple and put an enemy out of the fight sort of got James' mind going on it as well. "Too much of a mess, might lose your blade. There's a bundle of nerves in the armpit, sever it and the whole side of the body goes useless, less chance of a slip up if their arm is already raised." He did his best to keep their banter up for the most part; hell, he was able to have a conversation about the different ways and pressure needed to break someone's neck while calm so why not have a conversation about tactically removing a threat while they still could?

Cab? Oh whoops! He nearly went right past it, with his body on auto-pilot. He ducked around and dropped to a knee behind the cab's tire; closing his eyes for a minute he took a deep breath while he opened them and exhaled even slower. His heart rate peaked and hit the plateau and leveled his adrenaline out; he took hold of the Rage and put it to bear now that he was more in control and his mind wasn't trying to bolt in several different directions at once. Someone once told him he looked psychotic, maybe that's how he looked right now as he leaned against the cab's wheel well and waited. He wanted them to come around the corner right now, wanted to feel the beautiful frenzy of true combat as all of his primal lust for carnage desired; his body and mind were focused on one thing despite all of that, stillness. To become a fixture and part of the surroundings to the point that he vanished, disappear in to the wheel well and the shadows all around them until he was no longer visible. If he were very religious, he would pray to what ever deity that ruled over the shadows and those that lurked with in them. As it were, should he survive this he was going to be having a nice stiff drink and counting what ever blessings he had left.

His face wasn't all that great anyway, not to mention they were both hidden in a decent amount of shadow; all things considered unless someone really paid attention they both could be considered people just fleeing the area of the gunshots like everyone else so they would be very inconsequential in any investigation unless people remembered that both of them were running BEFORE the shots were fired.

Of course, there was the possibility that all of this went south and got FUBAR so fast that they couldn't even say 'oops'. He would just have to deal with it as it came, that's how life went.
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If there was one thing Piercey knew more than anything, it was that, under no specific circumstances, should you ever even consider breaking out of a police station. She also knew, however, that unless they were planning on charging her with something, which they very well couldn't do given the significant lack of any sort of proof, they couldn't force her to stay. That thought in mind, she stood, walking over to the door. She figured the lady had locked it, but just to be sure, she tried to turn the handle. Finding that it was indeed locked, she sighed and knocked on it. "Hey!" she called, knowing full well that if someone was outside the door, they'd hear her. "Someone let me out of here! You have no right to keep me locked up!"

Piercey then leaned against the wall beside the door, finally starting to feel the effects of the crazy day she had. Meeting a new person, someone she just may hazard to consider a friend-type creature, going to his apartment, just to walk straight in to a murder investigation. It was, to say the least, a stressful day. With her hand on her head, she called out, mostly as an afterthought, "And let Elliot go as well"
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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-Piercey-

Piercey only had to wait about five minutes before a another lady, looking to be in her mid-20's walked in. She was about 5'8" with green eyes an short dark hair. In one hand she carried a folder. She took one look at Piercey and sighed.

"What the fuck." It was obviously not a question. She gestured to the chair across from the officer's desk. "Well take a damn seat why don't you?" She the walked over and sat at the desk, taking a moment to clear a space for her file. "I feel bad for your boyfriend, he's probably really getting the treatment over there in interrogation. I hear we've got one of our best fuckin' homicide detectives in there with him."

The detective grinned but it didn't quite reach her eyes, she took no pleasure in this. "The name's Detective Riley and it's a really fucked up day for you to be in a police station. I take it you're aware that you are not in a good position right now? I think your only saving grace is that you called it in, that was you who called in the homicide right?




-James-

"Shit, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO???"

More gunshots, more screams. Will could see some of them passing close to the car, he grabbed James and pulled him farther away. Too fucking late. Apparently escape simply wasn't an option because they were spotted, the guy stopped and grinned he locked eyes with Will and raised his gun. He was framed by a backdrop of fleeing civilians who were terrified of dying. In the commotion the gangster had been cut off from his fellows who had continued without him, not even noticing he had fallen back. One gunshot.

The bullet buried itself in Will's stomach. He actually didn't feel it at first, just a growing heat in his midsection. He slumped against the side of the car and put a hand over his stomach as the gangster leveled the gun at Will's head and pulled the trigger. At that exact moment a passerby crashed into the gangster knocking him off balance and causing the bullet to bury itself in Will's right leg. A spray of blood hit both James and Will as the pain from both wounds racked the 19 year old's frame.

The gun clattered to the ground. It seemed fate hadn't yet abandoned them. Assuming fate actually cares in the first place.
Edited by Poise&Poison, January 13, 2013, 9:45 pm.
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Don't Blink

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"I live in the eyes of the blind.
In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
the fate I helped to orchestrate."



"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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Wow. Looks like life just decided to kick someone in the nuts, and luckily it wasn't him. "Ffffff-" He looked at will's hand from which blood was seeping behind, a gut wound. He watched shows where people with gut wounds died horribly painful deaths after a length of time. A few minutes? A few hours? He didn't have long, that was about all James knew for certain and that shot to the leg didn't help at all. "Shitballs." He dipped into his gear bag, pulled out that awesome length of 550 cord that he'd had for years and never really found a need for except for little meager things. He quickly wrapped it around Will's injured leg a bit above the wound and tied it as tight as he dared so that he wouldn't bleed out TWO ways instead of just one. "Dumb question. How you feelin'?" He worked quickly, not even caring that he got blood on him, he could feel sick later if that was going to be the case. This kind of thing is what he trained for, what his father drilled into his head. Act when it's needed, think when it's needed, think before you act but act as you think.

Grinning as the guy got bowled over buy a random person, he took the chance to pull will across his shoulders into a fireman's carry and lift their asses off the ground. "Holy hell man, what'd they feed your ass? You hiding bricks in your pants or something?" He had to make light of this, he was insane already, he didn't need to be totally off the edge as it was. He had a bleeding, possibly dying kid that saved his ass three times over today and even might have taken a shot that was meant for him. James might have been an asshole and out for himself most of the time, but he didn't like being in debt.

He was going to haul ass, two of them to be precise he used the crowd and the rush hour traffic with the flow to get away from the guys that just tried to end them both. Problem was that he had no idea where the hell a hospital was and no idea how much time Will had left on his timer before he expired. "Hey kid, which way to the hospital? And I swear to goddess, if you die on me. I'm going to bring you back and kill you in the face so hard you die to death." Grinning like a loon, he approached a cabby and smacked his forehead against the driver's window. "Yo! This guy needs to get to a hospital, what's the fastest way to get to the nearest one?" Most people didn't want to argue with a lunatic with blood on him and face on their window when someone was slung over their shoulder. Well, most SANE person wouldn't, and even if he didn't get an answer from that cabbie, there were other cars all around that he could try to get assistance from. Hell, if he was lucky he could even try to spot a trapped ambulance that. That would make his day and hopefully save Will for a while.
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Piercey sighed. At least she got what seemed to be a friendly one. She knew full well that the officers were only doing their job, but that didn't make her feel any better. "Look." she spoke, making her way over to the chair. "I don't really know what reason you have for thinking we're somehow involved in this, aside from us being the ones who found the crime scene, but we aren't." she paused to take a deep breath and calm herself. It was a stressful day, and wasn't looking to get any better. "We were at the coffeehouse all day." she told the lady the name of the coffeehouse that she often visited. "The waitress there would remember us for sure." she commented, trying to be helpful while making it very obvious that they were making a huge mistake. Unfortunately, that was about as helpful as she was going to get. Her tolerance for this sort of thing was wearing thin. "Now, unless you plan on charging us for a murder that you have no evidence was our fault, I'd appreciate if you could let my friend and I go?" she phrased it as a question to avoid sounding stuck up or snappy. She was simply more than ready to get the hell out of there.
I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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-James-

It hurt to laugh, how cliche was that? But with the amount of adrenaline trying to work as a natural painkiller in Will's system his first reaction was to laugh, albeit weakly. How was he feeling? He felt like he'd just been shot, twice. Although, the fact of it still hadn't fully set in. It was very possible Will was going into shock. In fact, he felt surprisingly detached from the wound. His mind became very rational as a sharp taste filled his mouth and outside thoughts were shut out.

To Will time moved in slow motion as his new-found friend tied off the wound in his leg. Look at that, a simple act of human kindness. Putting oneself out there for another individual. Is that so difficult? Most people would have just run the other way as fast as they could. I mean people get trampled on Black Friday and for what? A deal on a new X-box? Do people need to be put in moral peril before they'll look out for another human being? If so, it's a good thing there's plenty of mortal peril to go around for Will and James.

WIll was hauled off the ground, causing white-hot pain to sear in his midsection. "Holy hell man, what'd they feed your ass? You hiding bricks in your pants or something?" James tried to joke. "Fuck you." Will said levels of gratitude that simply couldn't be communicated filled his voice but his grin was twisted into a grimace by pain. His breathing was getting shallower by the second.

"No hospitals." The hospital was the first place they'd go looking for him. Not that Will was in any position to resist but he could damn well protest like the stubborn bastard that he, in all honesty, was. "They'll find me." Could anyone blame him for the trouble he was having speaking? Although the pressure on his stomach wound was helping just as much as it was hurting.

The cabbie James decided to nearly give a heart attack was obviously foreign. Granted, that wasn't rare in NYC nor was it rare for the cabbies to barely speak English, much less when they're surprised. "Traffic, off duty, No speak English." The cabbie was obviously disturbed by the crazed look in James eyes and the fact that his shirt was slowly becoming sopping wet with blood. And every second wasted was one second the gangster could be finding his gun and pursuing them. In fact, he was likely already pursuing them. The sound of a police siren blared. It seemed like it had taken ages but in all reality this was quite the response time. Of course someone can't shoot up a New York City street without causing a major traffic jam.

Will rattled off Rikki's address, indicating that was where he wanted to be taken immediately followed by another type of siren. E.M.T.s were arriving on the scene and with them came ambulances. Either way James had to choose because it wouldn't be long before they were both spotted and gunned down in the street.




-Piercey-

"You nervous? This is some deep shit you're mixed up in."

Detective Riley smirked, then sighed. She looked like she was about to say something then stopped. "That coffeehouse is a block away from the site of a brutal fucking murder... I'm going to need a full statement from you." Detective Riley almost looked disappointed, like she wanted Piercey to be innocent but the things happening around her... It was too much to be coincidence wasn't it?

"We weren't planning on charging you with anything for the moment. We just needed to question you in case you could give us anything helpful, so why don't you start from the beginning?" The Detective's eyes were hard, she was there to do her job. If she became any more suspicious, though, she might just have to take this conversation to an actual interrogation room. Hell, Riley managed to say an entire phrase without cursing.
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Don't Blink

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"I live in the eyes of the blind.
In the fleeting shadows at the edge of your mind.
I observe you meet your fate,
the fate I helped to orchestrate."



"What's in the darkness? Nothingness."


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A comedian, that's what everyone said he should have been; he kept the jokes rolling even if they were totally terrible. He was making a dying kid laugh even despite the injuries. "Fuck me? Wow, no dinner, movie, or even wine. Just whisk my ass down the street, get shot, bleed on me and then you wanna fuck. The hell are they teaching these kids!" He was a madman. Of course, it was a delayed reaction since he was dealing with the cabbie for a second; who had managed to piss him off. "Well then fucking LEARN it!" He headbutted the window and made the most disturbing grin he could before standing up and making his quip to the bleeding Will.

So many terrible jokes crossed his mind, and he couldn't help pop one off. "You know man, I've heard 'fire at will' but I didn't think it would be taken so seriously." He looked around and winced at the blaring sirens as the kid rattled the address in his ear. "Ffffuuuuu-" Will was right, one of the first places that he would be found and that James couldn't actually protect the kid's ass was a hospital but that's where he would actually survive unless there was someone at the address. With a sigh, he grumbled and hauled their asses out of the street and in the direction he was told to go from here. "You know, I hope your parents weren't sick bastards. If I find out your middle initial is 'E' I'm going to die." In all this, why was he making horrible jokes? Maybe it was a coping mechanism, maybe he was just that insane, or maybe he was trying to keep Will from thinking too much about his injuries.

Even with the leg tied off, James could feel the blood on his shoulders; his shirts were ruined, probably his pants, his hat was gone and his bag was going to get drenched soon. So, maybe it was a way to cope so that he didn't flip his shit and just leave the kid like his survival instinct demanded. He continued bantering to the kid, cracking bad jokes, making thoughtful remarks on how Will could work on his pick-up lines (which lead to more bad jokes and one-liners), and while he remained focused on his goal, doing his best not to jerk and jar while his legs carried them to their destination, if he had to drop Will and fight that was going to be the end of the kid.

Keep moving forward, keep going, get to the destination. Despite the human nature to run and save his own skin; James continued to carry the kid and get stared at while he chattered happily not giving a damn while he did it. He talked about his Ol' Man, and how he was such a hardass when James was younger, always pushing him to limit and beyond. "He was a right bastard sometimes, but man did it work. Been called every name in the book, ran into the dirt with work. But I tell ya, no one's got anything on him in my book; best father figure to have is the one that'll bust yer chops and share a drink with ya afterwards and laugh about stupid shit." Was he there, did he get to his destination? His legs had run on auto-pilot while he bantered, his mind focused on detecting threats, his eyes watching for danger and signs, half his body carrying will, the other half carrying both of them down the streets. All he could hope is that the crowd, the police, and EMT's would be enough to make the wanna-bangers scatter like roaches in a Mexican hotel when someone turned on a lamp so that he and his ward could get away safely.
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Piercey sighed. It looked like it was going to be a rather long day. In any case, cooperating would probably work best in that situation. "Alright. So, I was sitting at the coffeehouse, working on some writing..." she started on an explanation of her day. As she was talking, it was as if Piercey was going through it all again. And, if she were to be quite honest, part of her wished Eliot had never sat down next to her. Yet, if he hadn't, she wouldn't have made a new friend. That is, if he still wanted to be her friend after everything that happened. She really wouldn't blame him if he didn't. It wasn't as if things went very well. They ended up in the police station. Putting that aside, she continued on her explanation. "I have a huge dislike of taxi's, so we walked to his apartment. When we got there, we found, well, exactly what you found once we called for you." she finished. "I have no idea who did all that..." she trailed off.
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[OOC] I have not read a single post in this IC. Just so you all know. As such, if time of day/weather is wrong in my post, ignore it and I'll edit it after finding out what the actual setting is like.

~Vincent~

Cities are truly a noisy, smelly, cluster-fucked, energetic, fast paced, and annoying thing. At least that's what a walking sea-bag thought as it surged through a crosswalk in along with the ocean of people surrounding it. Actually, on closer inspection, that sea-bag's legs were in fact attached to something that was carrying the bag. As seen from the front it happened to be a young man, small in stature. His dirty blond hair, short as it was, sported a high fade. His face showed a lack of sleep, annoyance, and hunger. Yet it also bore a smile, betraying his good mood. He was also burdened with a black hard guitar case in one hand, and a Marshal amp in the other. Both looked to be equally heavy to the large, over stuffed sea-bag on his back.

The sun shone brightly over head of the crowd that swept the over-burdened young man along. I say young man, but honestly his appearance is that of a boy of 16. Unless of course you were to look into his dark blue eyes, covered by thin framed glasses that looked like they needed to be replaced several years ago. Those eyes held experience and wisdom beyond the years of what one saw at first glance.

Vincent managed to separate himself from the crowd, quickly making his way over to a bench on the edge of the sidewalk. He let out a sigh as he perched on the bench, still wearing the sea-bag on his back. Neither of his phones worked right now. The one for America's contract was still suspended, and the Japanese one had been terminated. So he was stuck without a gps until he managed to find an internet cafe for his laptop, which was in a black backpack attached to the top of his sea-bag. Those two things, combined with his guitar and amp, made his total baggage weight nearly 200 pounds. he was tough, but it was still a pain to hump it all.

I can't wait to see the look on Harvey's face when I show up at his house. If I can find it that is. If I remember correctly his sister is pretty hot, and is a bigger otaku than he is. This is gonna be a fun visit, haha.

thoughts passed through Vincent's head as he attempted to distract himself from the bustle that went on around him. He wasn't very fond of big cities, and New York City was one of the biggest. He'd lived in NY for a decade, but never been here. To that end, he popped in a pair of skull candies and put his favorite playlist on shuffle. With sounds from Metal to Vocaloids bouncing around in his skull, he got up and kept moving.

He knew the address, it was just a matter of getting to it. He had no directions, since this was to be a surprise visit. Coming to the end of the block, and not knowing whether to go left or right, he chose left at random. His goal was to find somewhere, anywhere, that would allow him to connect to a hotspot and fire up Google maps for a few minutes.
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Will groaned as lame joke after lame joke rolled off James' tongue but on of them was not just lame it was ironic. "Ethan... Is my... middle name..." It was the truth. Will's middle initial was E. Will had to stop him self from chuckling as every step James took sent a spasm through Will's torso threatening to make him black out. Was he in good shape... Well... Yeah for someone who had just taken two bullets. But he'd just taken two goddamn bullet so Hell fucking no he was not in good shape. In all honesty the kid could've died at any moment. The hot and tangy smell of iron filled the nostrils of both boys as the crowds parted with looks of horror as they realized the man happily chattering away had someone grinning as they bled out on his shoulder. I'n fact, if it weren't for gravity Will would be dead already, but lucky for him James' bony shoulders were coming in handy for keeping pressure on the boy's main wound.

The rushing in Will's ear made it difficult for him to hear as James talked about his father and his past. From the sound of it, he was lucky. Maybe if Will had had that kind of thing there wouldn't be a bullet buried in his abdomen.

Will gave directions when he could, but his awareness of more than his immediate surroundings was slipping. Luckily it wasn't too far and the steps leading up to the apartment were just ahead. "Go on inside... the door shouldn't be locked. The second apartment on the left is... where we're going... Knock... She'll hear you." At least he hoped she would... Rikki was going to be so pissed. Second time in a row he'd shown up at her place hurt.




-Piercey-

Detective Riley listened intently taking notes on Piercey's statement even though she was also recording it with a small tape recorder. It was almost too much to believe. This was New York, sure it was a weird city but this was too fucking much. Either the girl was lying or this just really wasn't her day.

"So... You meet a boy, walk with him right past a goddamn murder scene to his apartment, which is the site of another fucking murder. Is that right?" Detective Riley shook her head. "The boy can't be that fucking cute can he?"

The detective shook her head, she wanted to crack these cases and at the moment it seemed like the only connection was these two kids. But if the girl's story checked out they lost their only lead. Still it seemed like this girl was innocent, and if the guy was involved why would he take her to the crime scene? Maybe the guy was the killer's intended target? Or maybe it was all just a big fucking coincidence? There were just too many possibilities and Riley had been working too many long nights. As it was her blood was already 80% coffee.

"Look, unless you have anything else to add, sit tight. I have to got fuckin' check your story against your boyfriend's."




-Vincent-

Smack dab in the middle of NYC at the exact wrong time to be there. Of course marine training wasn't the worst thing to have when shit hit the fan. At the moment though, he just really needed to find some wifi. And there it was, just ahead the Golden Arches. Ah... McDonald's it'd go out of business if it wasn't so damn convenient.

At that moment Vincent also briefly spotted what looked like an old friend of his hustle by soaked in the blood of the guy he was carrying on his shoulder... Nah couldn't be. The lack of sleep must've just been getting to him. Either way the possible hallucination disappeared into the crowd and was well out of sight. It had been too far to really judge the identity had it not been a hallucination anyway. Maybe Vince just really missed his old friends. Well, McDonald's and it's free wifi awaited. Maybe it was something about the music in his head drowning out the hustle and bustle but Vince seemed protected from the world. Isolated from the shit that was going on elsewhere in the Big Apple. For now at least... Let's just hope that there are no more fucked up murders today...

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Piercey looked at her. "He's not my..." she trailed off. It seemed almost too difficult to explain exactly why she decided to go with Elliot, so she simply left it as it was. It was the sort of assumption that couldn't mean much. At the very least, it couldn't hurt anyone. Piercey looked at the officer, before sighing. She just wanted to go home. There wasn't much else to it at that point. She was sick and tired of people, and wanted the safety and comfort of her own home. But then there was Eliot. He couldn't go home, especially not now. There was a crime scene there. With a groan, she realized that he would need somewhere to stay, and, being the kindhearted soul she is, she would offer him a floorspace until he could get on his feet again.

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I'll whisper in your ear,
You are mine, and you will never have to be alone.
And when I pull you near,
You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone.
So let me be the one to lift you up,
I'll carry you home.
'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe,
And to catch you when you fall.
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Oh, that's just terrible. "Now if you talk in a scottish accent, do you get people making terrible jokes, Will. E.?" Terrible Simpsons referrence was terrible but he had a case of someone stole his Fucks to give. Turning and taking the steps as quickly and gently as he could the most brilliant idea ever struck him. "Up, up, up, up the stairs we go. And the~n we come to the tunnel." The young man's vocal cords stretched and twisted to a groveling, but higher pitched voice almost spot on with Smeagol from Lord of The Rings. Talking as he took every arduous step, it felt like his legs were on fire but he kept going and pushing them upwards until he got to that door.

Who doesn't keep their doors locked, this was fucking New York Pitfall! Erh, City, meant city. His arm was long enough that he could reach the knob without really worrying about dropping Will, and knock? Okay! He knocked with his head, banging it on the door as he let go of the knob so it could swing in. "Lucy~! We're home!" He turned sideways to get their bodies through the door doing some twisted rendition of the electric slide only more like a zombie shuffle. Electric Zombie. He'd have to give that a try on the dance floor sometime, that would give people a laugh. Now, his head was pretty hard, and if this chick couldn't hear the combination of his head and the door hitting the wall along with his derptastic announcement. "I feel like I'd be the most attractive thing to a vampire right now, not the sparkly creeper kind. That kind that sucks better than a Dyson Ball vacuum cleaner on a bare, hardwood floor." Puffing, he had to keep himself going, couldn't allow himself to rest yet, if he rested this kid wouldn't make it to a place to be put down. "Kay, I don't think you want to be carpet surfing, Will E., I need to know where to put yer brickness man. I know you can't help but lay all over me, but I need a break, you sack'a'tatoes." He had probably one good last push in him before he fell over on something, or someone, but his first priority was getting this kid on to a flat surface of some kind so that bullet could be pulled out of his belly.
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~Vincent~

The sea-bag stopped its bobbing and swaying for a moment as its load-bearer stopped rather abruptly. He had really been into the Scar Symmetry song he was listening to, so he was probably just letting his imagination paste itself into the 3d world. That jackass did like the band himself. It'd been 2 years since they last saw each other as well, and they were so close to seeing each other again.

I need to spend less time on 4chan. My thoughts are starting to sound gay.

But, the visage Vincent had glimpsed was pretty realistic, and it didn't really coincide with anything he'd been thinking about. There was a limit to how off-topic the subconscious could go.....well, it was his subconscious....
Whatever the case, the image was gone now. He'd not be able to confirm it now even if he wanted to.....or could he?

McDonalds, an AMERICAN McDonalds was right there. As were the internets. But it wasn't going to go anywhere. He'd been eating Japanese cuisine for over a year now, greasy double cheeseburgers could wait another 10 minutes. The military gives a man that kind of patience and discipline. The squirrel was curious, and nothing was going to stop him now. Even if that person wasn't who he thought it was, it was still a strange sight.

Vincent's eyes flicked back and forth, judging the flow of traffic for a good 30 seconds. Finally, he saw his opening. Sprinting with his oversized luggage, he barely made it as a purple caddy with pounding bass screamed by less than a second after he'd made it to the other sidewalk. Damn I miss having road-guards......naw, fuck that. I'd probably be unlucky enough to be assigned as one.

Quietly giving out rapid apologies and "excuse me"'s, which he assumed were promptly ignored, the small Marine went against the current flow of the pedestrian river. It was hard to judge where he had seen those two with this many people moving about, but he didn't need to find the exact spot, just the trail they had left behind. Looking ground-word, he quickly spotted what he was expecting; blood.

It was a nice glob that had fallen there. Some unlucky smuck had stepped right in it too.
"Cheh, I hate cities."
He mumbled at seeing this. The crowd had been courteous enough to make room for them, which was what had drawn his attention in their direction in the first place, but they didn't have the balls to actually stop and help?
Humans really can be straight garbage sometimes.

Mentally smacking himself for continuing to use Marine Corps phrases, he trudged on. Guess McDonalds was going to wait for an undetermined amount of time.

Following the trail would have been easy if it wasn't for the sudden surge in body count. It seemed like....well, looking at his watch, it WAS time for most folks to be getting off work.

"Cheh, I REALLY hate cities"

He grumbled once more. His polite nature was starting to sour. The day was wearing on, his luggage was heavy as fuck, he'd abandoned the glory of a big mac for a whim, and people in this pitfall, erh....city, were all assholes. With golden French fries made in America by a Mexican immigrant being paid less than minimum wage for other immigrants being paid less than minimum wage somewhere and fat, lazy, welfare babied white trash locals, Vincent became a Lcpl once more.

"Move! Out of the way fat body! I know we let Marines through! Get the fuck out of the way, right goddamn now!"

Umm....well, I'm pretty sure Lcpl Bragg was never a drill instructor, but they sure left an impression on him. His voice boomed with aggression and purpose, fueled by the pounding bass and screaming guitar solo flowing into him. This was accompanied by a knife(spear?) hand stabbing at the air in front of him. His motivating "suggestions" had the intended effect, and a pathway was created for him. He got some stares, some scared, others annoyed, and a few somewhat angry. He didn't notice, and at the moment, didn't care.

Not too long afterward, he found himself at an apartment doorway. The last bit of blood, and what a tiny droplet it was, attempted to soak into the concrete of this doorstep. The door was hanging open, revealing a rather cramped apartment stairway. Normally, he would have hesitated. If these people had gone inside, they could probably take care of themselves now.

But, there was always the chance that one of those people was someone he knew. Then again, civilians tended to be stupid about these kinds of situations. Whatever the case, Vincent was focused and on target. Marines had a habit of kicking in doors and shooting whatever was on the otherside. Luckily the door was open and Vincent didn't have a gun on him.

The stairs groaned under Vincent's weight as he ascended them. He had removed his music, and the sea-bag was really starting to get heavy. He felt a bead of sweat finally begin to form on his brow as he made it to the landing.

"... know where to put yer brickness man. I know you can't help but lay all over me, but I need a break, you sack'a'tatoes."

He barely heard the voice, but he'd know it anywhere. Looking in the direction of that voice he saw a door hanging wide open, blood leading into it, and at the end of the trail was someone unmistakable. From the hair that Big Boss Solid Snake would be proud of, to the earring befitting a pirate, those old black boots, and the sinewy physeek. Vincent knew this guy from behind, with another dude on his back and blood everywhere, quite well.
Go away gay thoughts, we already talked about this.

"Argh, damn it Potter, it would be you. What've you got us into now?"

Unable to keep the grin off of his face and the happiness out of his voice, Vincent unhesitantly put his guitar case, amp, and sea-bag down. He immediately grabbed the bloody mess of a fellow's none-injured arm and shoulder and helped support him. He'd have just plucked the guy from his friend's shoulder, but he didn't know the extent of his injuries, and such a movement could further injure him.
Edited by Kyoichi, March 15, 2013, 7:52 am.
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lol, homophobes. I love gay people.
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[tab]Gunshots. People running around like lunatics. Maybe someone injured and a young Marine somewhere about. This was somewhat of a typical New York.
[tab]But a certain ditsy brunette was ignoring it all - for the time being. Right now she was in a coffee shop. She didn't know which, there were so many in this damn city. She had been aiming for a Starbucks, but might have taken a wrong turn. You don't really care about these sort of things when your head aches like an asteroid hit it. Hangovers were the worst.
[tab]And Jacqueline Dirks was having one that went beyond the moon. Her head was on the table, her grayish-green eyes glazed over and half-lidded. A mess of light brown curls fell over her shoulders, looking like something straight out the gutter. She hadn't bothered to brush it, but really, she never did after a bad break-up. Her eyes were hollow, and her doe-like face was stuck in a look of pure agony. She let out a groan as she sat up slowly, wrapping a hand around her coffee. "I really shouldn't have had that seventeenth shot," she muttered, Taking a sip of what was originally an iced espresso, but what was now just a watered down verion of what it used to be. Jacqueline, or, as most called her, Jacky, breathed out what could only be taken as a sigh. Jacky had been known to take break-ups hard, but this one had been the worst.
[tab]Her latest ex-boyfriend had been the best. He was cute, had listened to her problems and comforted her. He had been a beer-drinker, too, much to Jacky's delight. There were so many good things about him, and one day, she found out he was cheating on her with a highschool blonde. Shortly after he had cut it off.
[tab]Jacky let her head fall to the table again, this time forehead first. She groaned for who know how many times that day. "Damn hangover," she grumbled.
[tab]After about an hour, Jacky had finally finished her coffee and stood. She was wearing an over-sized shirt that made her look smaller than she really was - she always wore extra-large shirts just to look smaller, even though her clothing size would technically be a large. She had somewhat scrawny arms and legs, but the rest of her was that of an average woman. She hadn't bothered to wear skinny jeans like she usually did, but instead wore a pair of sweatpants. Truly, if this had been any other day, her mass of brown curls would be brushed and trained in some up-do, she'd be wearing metalic make-up just to stand out, and have on sone ridiculous pair of paint-splattered, neon colored skinny jeans. Truly a sigh to behold - and not for the good reasons.
[tab]After catching her balance in the black heels she was wearing - don't ask her why she was wearing heels with sweatpants - she left a small tip on the table and left, heading across town to her apartment. She had to get back to painting if she was going to pay this month's rent on time. She had already been late the past couple of months, and her landlord wasn't happy. She decided to call her cousin and complain. Piercey was always a good listener. With that thought in mind, she walked with as much dignity as she could muster down the crowded sidewalk.
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After managing detention for the sixth time that month, Elisha was more than glad to finally get out of the school and away from her job. She loved it don't misunderstand, but there was only so much of teenagers the same age as her giving her looks or making innuendos and trying to undermine everything she does before she was wanting to snap and go off the deep end. Pulling her hair out of the ponytail and shaking it a little bit as she threw her things into the back of her car, checked the back seat and the trunk and then climbed in the front and drove off towards her apartment.

Over the radio she heard a snippet of news about a shooting, and sighing in disgust changed the channel to a pop music station and sang along happily as she kept driving, being careful, phone out of reach in the passenger seat under her bag. Music blaring just a bit too loud than it should be she sighed and went to drink a bit from her water bottle, but ended up fumbling it and it rolled under down near her feet. Sighing she left it there, figuring she would grab it once she got out.

It wasn't long before she pulled up to her apartment and pulled up to park, forgetting her water bottle on the floor and climbing out, bag and some papers, phone also left forgotten. Whoops. Locking the doors to her car she hopped up the steps and went inside, climbed a few flights of stairs and finally came to her door, jingling with her keys for a few moments and then went inside, the door clicking shut behind her softly.

Throwing her bag on the kitchenette counter and hummed to herself as she walked through to the bathroom and started up a shower, wandering back out to grab a snack bar and popped into her bedroom to grab some pajamas before she went back to the shower waiting for her, door left wide open out of habit from living alone.

"Finally some time to myself...."
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