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| 9 Ways to Die in New Haven; Open | |
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| Mister Karma | Jul 27 2013, 10:28 PM Post #1 |
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I have no set sleep schedule.
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A converged mass of waiting beings of all races stood in what could only be called a scattered line, waiting for their next electric powered vehicle to arrive and whisk them away to their next destination in another far away part of New Haven. Beings of all kinds, demons, angels, elves, humans and the occasional covered-up vampire wandered about, bumping into one another, cursing loudly to the nearest bum or tool, lugging along briefcases and stared blankly at their cell phones. The mass of beings was so closely packed, there was no true way to differentiate a clear path from a conglomerate of beings sitting around like Jello. The dimly lit subway terminals reflected the glum thoughts that shrouded and polluted the dank underbelly of the city, and as a large, silver subway train slid in on its magnetic tracks, seemingly ever head in the area perked up. A new coming, an epiphany, anything you could call it, had arrived! The train doors squeaked open for the umpteenth time for that day, letting loose another flood of various beings while a fighting current tried forcing its way into the train. More cursing, shouting and general babbling filled the air, an out-of-tune rhythm of footsteps only adding to the background beat of the day to day lifestyle of the working middle-class men and women. Some beings did not move, and whether they were in the terminal too early or they were just homeless was up to the judgement of the general public. Some raggedly dressed men and women could only sit in their dirty corners, hoping that someone would be nice enough to pass them a least a buck for some food, a scent in the terminals that tormented these unfortunates for a day too long. The conflicting currents of beings eventually stopped and flowed slowly away from the waiting space that was the subway terminal, the chatter, cursing and grunting dying down to a few whispers here and there as the subway train once again started up and glided along its electric rails gracefully. Now, all there was was a poorly maintained and barely clean clearing of concrete and tagged up walls. A perfect place to summon in. A flash of light filled the room, startling the homeless and the waiting, causing some to flee even, and within a second, blackened wings covered a massive being before flaring open, revealing a man with a toned build and contemporary clothing. Unblinkingly, he willed his wings to dissolve, giving himself a more human like look to blend in with the eventual crowds to flood the terminal in less than twenty minutes. A well-dressed man with a briefcase and an open laptop peered at him over his spectacles, fright evident in his eyes, as he blinked nervously. The newcomer only glanced in the man's direction, making him whimper and cower as he returned to his work immediately. The fallen angel smirked; he still had it in him to cause some fright in meek humans. With a yawn, Titus the Fallen Hunter made his way towards the stairs leading to the surface, wondering what new purpose awaited his newly self-summoned presence. |
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| DarkSavior77 | Oct 6 2013, 06:44 PM Post #2 |
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I Am The Undying One
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The scent of the subway underground was Intoxicating. The stench of death, electrically charged seeped the air in its Pungent smell. And he loved it, it fit him so perfectly. The reaver could sit there all day, watching the Mindless humans and other plebeians of suburbia wander through the tunnels, sort of like Live tv. No one bothered the man, they new better that to prod at him and his dark clothes. They billowed around him like a Cloud of death, flowing with the wind the subway trains made as they rushed out the Station. He awaited something, anything, that would catch his Eye as he stared up from under the brim of his hat. He exhaled, if one could call it that, and for a second all that could be smelt around him was decay. His glowing eyes caught movement, and slowly the bandages moved as if he was smiling brightly, All teeth. Someone had desummoned. This was... interesting. No one dare do so in the City so openly. Inari watched interested as the man glared at a businessman. He looked like a fallen angel. Inari knew the type. but with a hunt going on for such beings in the city, its was Concerning. Moronic even. Fool to draw such attention to himself! He would be dead soon he felt, someone would report him. And then the soldiers of ANGEL would come and swoop down and nab him. "We can't let That happen," Inari chuckled to himself. Although ANGEL was a joke, they did pose quite a problem to him. One was there was no one he could Twist the arm of in order to help him. Everyone was too weak as well, and scared. Bunch of cowards. Lastly, the smart ones had gone into hiding. And, well, you can see How that would be a problem for Inari. He shifted soundlessly from the wall he was leaning against, and followed at a distance. Best to see where he was going first. Yes, follow and wait until he was alone, and then Speak to Him. This would indeed be Interesting to him. The thoughts of what possible information Inari could gather gave him such a Delightful chill. And this man had interest. he had intrigue. He had so much of it that Inari could taste it. It tasted delicious. Inari had to drive away the thought as he followed this man up the stairs to the Streets, trading the stench of the dying for the stench of the sewers. What a putrid smell. What a horribly stinking city. What a gorgeous Hellhole. |
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