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Posts: 4
Preferred Name: Derek
Pronouns: Kamen Rider
Character Name: Sayid "Sly" Kingsley
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Post by Sly on Jan 3, 2016 11:05:33 GMT -5
The sound of rain was constant and rapid against the makeshift shingles and roofing of the local market Sly happened to have found himself in, his breath forming a cool mist as it left his body. The young man let out a sigh as he proceeded to pull his scarf over his mouth and clung to his jacket, bringing it closer to his body as he proceeded to run across the exposed courtyard before him. Wiping away the droplets of water and moisture that now littered his face, the scavenger continued along his way entering one of the many run down shops that adorned the plaza; the sense of heat as he entered caused him to relax his shoulders as he allowed the heated air to warm his throat and lungs. The sudden cough of interruption that broke his current sense of nirvana caused his eyes to roll as he knew exactly was about to said to him. “The hot air ain’t free here Sly.”“Neither is anything else when I come to visit you Maria, I take it you aren’t up for our usual pleasantries today?”“The pleasantries can wait till after you hold up your end of the bargain.”The young lady beckoned Sly back towards her office, he always hated dealing with Maria. The green neon flashing coming from Sly’s belt caused the scavenger to chuckle; “All business” wasn’t even the beginning of it. Bringing his hands to his mouth Sly began to project more of the warm air onto his fingers as he casually followed the shop proprietor towards the back. Maria’s office was always well…. A sight. Multitudes of ledgers and varying order forms lay scattered about her desk accompanied by shelves upon shelves of what Sly could only assume to be other recordings and receipts she’s kept throughout the years of running the place. Motioning toward the seat in front of her desk, Sly shrugged as he took it, spinning the chair backwards allowing him to lean forward on its back rest. “So. Did you fix it?”“Was there ever any doubt?” Reaching towards his satchel, Sly quickly raised his hand into the air to interrupt her next sentence. “Don’t answer that.”A chuckle came from the shop owner as Sly slowly placed a rectangular box wrapped in cloth on her desk. An eyebrow was raised at the sight of the object prompting the scavenger to shrug. Maria pulled back the cloth to reveal a small music box, one which she carefully opened to have the melody fill the room. Slowly but surely a smile came to her face she slowly closed the keepsake and drew it towards her, holding it with the upmost care. Sly felt a slight grin come to his face as he lifted himself from the chair and made his way towards the exit.
“Wait! We had a deal, don’t you want your money?”
“Nah, keep it. Mind if I take a can of soup and some bread though?”The chilled air once again met with Sly’s face as he began his trek through the slummed streets , the same grin from earlier still upon his lips, except with a bit of anticipation on his face. Finding shelter at a lone corner of the road with enough cover to protect himself from the oncoming rain, the scavenger happily took out a can opener from his satchel as he tore into the can, hunger biting away at his self-control. Placing it on a makeshift rig of wood and metal, Sly carefully placed the Junkyard dog beneath the can as he ignited the torch, allowing the flame to slowly brush against the container. Happy with the current state of the soup affair, the young man took the loaf of bread from the accompanying bag of food and began to shove pieces into his mouth quite quickly, savoring every bite. “You know, you could have probably asked Miss Maria for a bit more than just a can of soup and half a loaf of bread.”“Probably, but it’s not so bad living from meal to meal. Keeps you focused.”“You have a strange idea of comfort my friend. Some weird news reports have been popping up lately regarding some strange occurrences on the Underground News.”“Define “strange” and “occurrence” would ya Clank, you know I can’t stand the ominously vague.”“Some form of animal attacks, it’s probably nothing but we shouldn’t linger and head home a.s.a.p.”“Just another day in Novus am I right?” a sigh escaped Sly’s lips as he broke off another piece of bread and shoved it into his mouth, his chewing slowing for the better. “Just another day.” |
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Preferred Name: Kenny
Character Name: Emily Sato
Main Account: Kendyl
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Post by thunder on Jan 4, 2016 23:23:14 GMT -5
"Junk." A broken component tumbled down.
"Junk." Another went flying, hitting the ground hard and cracking.
"Mega junk." Emily grumbled and tugged at a large pillar of scrap metal tightly wedged into a mound of discarded components and other various assortments of tech long since outdated. The pile of broken parts began to crumble, a startled yelp leaving her as she slid, stumbled, and ended up on her hands and knees. Her white hair was in disarray from the tumble, and her leather pants weren't doing anything to help with comfort. A grumble left her as she stood up and dusted off her pants. Accepting the fact nothing good was going to come from digging around in a scrap yard for the night, Emi took it upon herself to snatch up her coat and turn around to leave.
A drop of water fell on her forehead, and she looked up just in time to have the rain suddenly turn into a torrential downpour upon her head. "Really?!" She yelled at the sky, shoving her arms into the coat and pulling the hood up as quickly as possible while she ran to find shelter under a small piece of broken fence. Of all the damn times. No scrap, no heat, and worst of all - her makeup was no doubt going to be running.
"This is what I get for not checking the weather... Rain and shit for salvage. Bullshit weather. Bullshit water. Fucking hate the cold." She shivered and began to dig into her bag while she grumbled. Her fingers brushed over a small round mirror and she pulled it out to check her makeup - lights flicking to life just bright enough to make checking easier. Her fingers moved up to adjust the bits that had run, making sure that her lipstick was still as dark and black as she liked it.
She stopped. A sudden feeling of uneasiness washed over her body and every hair felt like it was standing on end. Her throat went dry, a low guttural noise echoing around the piles of scrap. Ah, no no. She was just paranoid. Sure, she had read the reports about there being some attacks - but they were just stupid kids playing pranks. Right? Yeah, that's what it was. Nothing to worry about. Or so she thought up until the moment a looming black form appeared.
The scream she wanted to let out caught in the back of her throat, eyes following the creature as it stalked down a row of scrap. It hadn't seen her, right? If she just didn't move then she'd be okay... Right? Right. She had to be right. Her stomach clenched when it turned towards her, a massive screech making her head feel like it was splitting in two.
She didn't wait. She didn't even think about what was going on as she dropped her mirror and turned tail to run. A scream bubbled out of her throat while she ran, her boots slamming hard on the wet street. She wasn't made for running, she wasn't made for conflict. There was a reason she stayed behind her keyboard and did work at a distance. There was a reason she didn't get caught up in chase scenes. She didn't want to die.
But she stumbled and lost her footing on the wet ground, frantically looking behind her to see the thing still coming after her. Her hood fell away, but she didn't so much as take the time to fix it before beginning to run again. No no no no no, she couldn't get caught! Going straight wasn't working, and in desperation she made a sharp left turn and continued to run as fast as her short legs could carry her between the burn of her muscles and the pounding of her heart.
Another loud screech made her skin crawl as she pushed forward, her eyes closing in desperation once she saw what looked like lights and people. She didn't even care if it was real. She just didn't want to die because she wanted some scraps. Her heart felt as if it had jumped into her throat, she could hardly breathe, she couldn't think.
And then she slammed into a solid force with her shoulder and went rolling on the ground. Her exposed hand ripped open, body aching from the impact as she desperately tried to push herself up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But we need to go. Whoever you are it's not safe there's something following me, and I don't know how fast it is and... And..." She blinked, rubbing her eyes to try and stop the burning from her eyeshadow that had run from the rain. It was gone? No, it couldn't be gone. It would come back. God, she needed to get home. |
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Unapproved Character
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Posts: 4
Preferred Name: Derek
Pronouns: Kamen Rider
Character Name: Sayid "Sly" Kingsley
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Post by Sly on Jan 19, 2016 4:45:29 GMT -5
“A disturbance, south by south east roughly a quarter of a mile.”
“Not our business buddy, given our luck it’s probably just another domestic case again.”
“But Sayid-“
“Sly. And but nothing it’s not our business. Besides I haven’t eaten in four days, I wouldn’t be of much help anyways.”
A resounding silence dropped upon the conversation as Sly dragged his scarf over his mouth, sighing deeply into it allowing his caught breath to generate what warmth it could. In all honesty he wanted nothing more than to rush to the scene of what caused that horrid noise, but hunger and fatigue had long since set in. His movements were sluggish, weak and it took all he could muster to just carry around the Junkyard dog during this cold weather much less attempt to help anyone given his current state. His eyes turned downward to the can of soup that was slowly coming to a boil in front of him, what more could he do? The scavenger’s stomach growled as the scent of his approaching meal began to develop, an odd sense of focus gripping him as he tore a piece of bread and proceeded to dip into the broth. The warmth and taste of the near perfect temperature liquid bringing a smile to his face as the flavor of chicken and vegetables ran the course of his tongue accompanied by the bread. It was all but heaven as Sly readied another piece of bread only to be caught half way by the sound of a young girl screaming.
“Sly.”
“I know……. But I can’t Clank. I just, I can’t.”
The scavenger gripped at his prosthetic arm as he hurriedly stuffed yet another soaked piece of bread into his mouth, his body warming itself with each morsel. “Sorry…” Was the first of his thoughts as his eyes glanced backwards towards where the sound of the scream had erupted. The guilt wracked at him slightly as he continued to stare at his meal continuing to eat. Often times Sly cursed at his conscience and superego, but at this point he just didn’t even have the energy to argue with himself. Placing the half eaten loaf on a free spot of his make shift cooking fire, the scavenger slowly wrapped his gloved hands around the heated can being cautious to not burn himself. He brought the container slowly to his lips as the first sips of broth and contents made its way through his parted lips and down his throat. Sly relished the taste as he went for another all but ready to tilt the can full backwards, however fate would have another plan. A rapid beeping sprung from Sly’s right ear as his eye on the same hemisphere came to life as well; warning him of a fast approaching attacker.
“Sly heads up something is about to-“
“Wha- OOOF!”
A flash of white hair and the force of a person’s shoulder collided with Sly’s back as the collision sent him forward from where he sat toppling over the Junkyard dog and straight onto the concrete paved walkway. Dazed slightly, the scavenger lay on his stomach looking forward at the sight of a young girl trying to recover herself. Dragging himself back upright, Sly turned his backwards to the spot where he had previously perched himself only to be met with a sight that drove despair into his heart. The makeshift cooking rig he had set up lay on the ground next to him but a few feet away with his loaf of bread and soup lay scattered on the pavement slowly washed away by the rain. Sly let out a rather delusional laugh as he let his body roll onto his back as he looked upwards at the rain that was now falling on his face, karma was apparently a bitch. To be quite frank Sly would have been perfectly content to lay there in the cold if not for the young lady who was now apologizing and urging him to run from her apparent stalker. Though upside down and rather dark, tiny rays of light from the flame of what was once his cooking fire exposed running make up which marred the young lady’s face. Sly’s expression softened as her sentence trailed off while she stared at what he assumed was the point from which she had entered the plaza from. Sly dragged his body into a sitting position underneath roofed cover as he reached for the Junkyard dog, using the flashlight he had installed to illuminate the area, his right eye cycling through varying degrees of vision attempting to locate any sign of what was apparently chasing the young lady.
“You see anything Clank?”
“Negative, all seems clear. Whatever was chasing her has apparently left.”
“Figures, they wouldn’t follow her into an area with witnesses. Cowards.”
Sly turned his head to see the young lady quickly rubbing her now running make up from her eyes as she was trying to orientate herself as well, her hand bleeding from her newly acquired wound from making contact with the pavement. A sigh escaped Sly’s lips has he opened one of the Junkyard dog’s compartments searching for a knife.“Well Miss, you have seemingly lucked out. Whoever was chasing you is gone now. Seems they didn’t want to be seen.” A small “Ah hah” came triumphantly from the scavenger as he secured the knife in his hands before moving his jacket backwards and slicing into a dry portion of his shirt as he offered the cloth to the young girl.
“Your hand is bleeding.” His chin and eyes beckoned toward the wound. “This won’t help too much but it should last you long enough to get an actual first aid kit or some novi-gel in a safer part of town.”
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