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Oct 19, 2009 23:56:29 GMT -5
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Oct 19, 2009 23:56:29 GMT -5
The commander didn't know anything useful. Apparently, Icy didn't let him know anything either. Which was fine, because his view from the top of the building let Nat see the exiting crowd. Among them was the guy. "Like 'Where's Waldo'," Nat thought and laughed at himself for saying something that juvenile. Icy was headed south, on Flushing. He hurried down the steps and ran towards the side door, bumping into the officer he sent away earlier. "Hey! get back here!" The cop demanded, "Under penalty of law!" Nat ran on, and took a page from Icy's book and hid amongst the masses. He turned, guessed that Icy was a block down, looked forward, and couldn't find him. Nat walked faster, jogged, ran, sprinted. He was examining every face he passed. No one saw him, he blended in to easily. He looked left, right, Nat turned towards the direction he guessed a sociopath would head; away from the flow of traffic. Nat was standing in the middle of a lower-middle class shopping mall, it looked like. Wal-Mart, Ross (dress for less!) and a Taco Bell surrounded him. He ran on, eventually screaming in frustration and bedding down under a downed PetCo. He knew he was close. Just needed to figure out where to go next.
Soon after, Nat woke up slowly from the mid-morning nap he figured he could take. The sun was high in the sky, almost vertical. He guessed it was about noon, a little before. Behind him, someone screamed, "Don't move! new York Police!" "Christ... don't you guys ever sleep?"
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Oct 20, 2009 0:26:53 GMT -5
Post by B on Oct 20, 2009 0:26:53 GMT -5
There wasn't much left for me to do here. I followed the crowds out until I was far away from the makeshift police station. I can feel my stomach growling, I was hungry. I decided to listen to my human instinct and continue forth, I had seen a complex of commercial buildings much earlier out this way. I found a Taco Bell. Some of the business were still working, demanding money for food like always just in case the quarantine was lifted they'd be well with cash. Normally they'd be under the protection of some gang or just completely run by the gang, this particular Taco Bell was run by some gang that called themselves the Snakes. They looked like Greasers from back in the day, wore jackets with snakes on them, it was rather hilarious to me. They were one of the less violent gangs here, so long as people recognized them as a symbol of "power" they didn't harm anyone and they usually pussied out from a fight with a larger gang. I stepped up and a rather beautiful girl smiled at me. "Whatcha want?" She asked and I immediately asked for a hamburger. She laughed and said that one was coming up. I looked up at their measly little paper sign covering all the mexican food. Truth was, they didn't have tacos here anymore, it was just hamburgers and canned foods. how funny. My order was finished quickly and I payed with money I took off some dead people a few days ago when I first arrived. As I left the builidng I noticed someone getting rather pissed off in the middle of a small crowd, I easily recognized him and turned the other way and soon my worries of him were finished. I looked out through the darkness, I could see some lights over Central Park, that'd be a nice place to go to right now. Food in hand, I turned and head for the park.
Hours and hours later...
"Have you seen this woman?" The man shook his head no but the girl didn't give up and flashed the picture into another passerby's face. Eager, she even asked a man in gang colors. The black male looked at her and laughed as if a monkey was talking to him. "Yeah, I seen dat chick." "Oh my god, where? Please tell me." The man let out a chuckle. "I don't know where she is now, but I could tell you where she was last night." He said, rotating his pelvis in an erotic motion. "Fucking dick." The girl seethed and the man just made cat calls to her as she walked away. She may not have realized it, but she was lucky to have gotten away without him attacking her. She continued her desperate search until she came by a shopping mall. A very familiar man was being held up by what seemed to be a cop. "Oh my god... Nathan!?" She called out. Distracted by the sudden outburst of a citizen, the cop turned his head towards her. She started to run towards Nat only for the cop to turn the gun on her. There she stood, dyed red hair, green eyes, white sweat shirt and black jeans, on her feet were skate shoes. Two black lines on her shoulders gave the easy indication of a backpack. Nathaniel should've recognized her to an extent, she was his sister-in-law.
It's been 5 years since they've actually seen each other. Back then Ariana (Everyone just calls her Rina) wasn't the most attachable characters. She had been involved with quite a few unhealthy narcotics and her sister would talk to Nat suspecting that she may have even been into prostitution. Now 22 years old, She looked a lot healthier. According to phone calls she had been taking steps to quit her habits, from the looks of it she had succeeded. "Stop aiming that gun at me, you asshole and leave my brother alone before I put my boot up your ass!" Her personality didn't seem to change much, though.
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Oct 20, 2009 1:06:41 GMT -5
Post by D on Oct 20, 2009 1:06:41 GMT -5
Yes, he was her lifeline, but could she call her current life living? There on the dirty streets she laid, not ready to move and get up. Her eyes were stunned and dull while filled with hurt. As if to add to her injury, her helmet was thrown out of the door and it hit her. “Nngh…” She grunted. Her helmet rolled to the side and it was then that she decided to move. Emma reached out and the movement caused her muscles to scream. Tears flowed down her cheeks at the aching pain she felt and as she continued to crawl, she cursed her bruised covered body. “Please…” She managed to choke out. “Please…” She begged to a God who didn’t exist. “Please…help me…” Her watery eyes continued to leak out her bitter tears while she knew that in her heart, she hoped that the bastard would die the most painful death. He deserved it…
Eventually, Emma got up and onto her unstable feet and managed to climb onto her motorcycle. “Gah…” Once again she grunted at the pain and slowly she got her helmet back on. After more curses and complaints, she drove off to find something to distract herself. Halfway through her drive, she realized that getting her ass handed to her had worked up an appetite and so she drove to the nearest food establishment with the little money she was allowed by him.
Finally arriving, she bought some burgers and quickly motored away to find a nice ‘peaceful’ place to eat and that was when she thought of the brilliant idea to hit the central park. The drive there didn’t take as long as she would have liked, but she loved being able to drive in the light. If anything, those lights at night were probably one of the few things that made her happy. She wished that all of New York were like that and as she continued to wish, she took a seat at the edge, near her bike, with the park behind her. “…Bon Appétit. “ Emma managed a chuckle and took a bite out of her first burger. “Brilliance in a piece of crap.”
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Oct 20, 2009 1:46:52 GMT -5
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Oct 20, 2009 1:46:52 GMT -5
"R-Rina?" Nat said, trying hard to match a name to her face. He looked at the gun the officer was holding. The officer threw it away, and much to Nat's pleasure, proceeded to send numerous punches into his own crotch, crying a little with each blow, until even Nat couldn't make him stay on his feet any longer. 5 well-placed punches. "I... wow! The first friendly face I've seen in months!" He took her and hugged her hard. His ecstatic grin turned into one of nervousness when he let go. "Look, I dunno what happened to Christine. I-I've been trying to find her. But, oh, I dunno." "Do you know that guy who walks around, made of, like ice? He's my plan. Fuck it all, I've been trying to get us two out of the city, and I will get all three of us out. He can help us, I think. If I can find him." "Whatever. I'll figure it out later. How're you? Where've you been?" The officer stood up, shakily and ran away. I embraced Rina again and flipped him off behind her back. "It's been a while, sis."
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Kyle shook himself awake. He was still in the bench, and he could see a little better. Both his eyes could open now. He sat up straight, hooked his thumb under his upper teeth, and gnawed on the nail. It was nearly nightfall, the park was dark. Had he slept through the entire day? or was it still that first night? Who the hell cares? He didn't. It's amazing the sun even shines; the rest of God's damn miracles left. Kyle stood up slowly and lumbered to the sidewalk. He walked, slowly, towards the only clinic he could find in his nearly-blind condition, the one he always went to as a kid. They were still in business, albeit at the complete mercy of some gang called "Last Sons" or something. Doesn't matter, only matters that Ted, the guy who's had the counter since Kyle's first head cold, still was around, and he had some Neosporin or something. People still avoided him. Good. Less traffic. He made it down those four blocks in 15 minutes. Opening the front door (which had a small brass attached, by a suction cup, to the top of the frame) and pushing it open with his shoulder, he was greeted first with the strong smell of alcohol disinfectant, then by Doctor Teddy himself. "Hello,"he said," what can i do ya' for?" "Bandages, some Bactine. I dunno." Kyle said. In his good ear (the other one felt clogged) he could hear himself slur the words a little, but not too badly. "Kyle? hey, Ky-- Oh--Oh my God!" "What's up?" "Kyle?" "Yeah. What's the damage?" Kyle sighed a little after asking; he was broke. "the damage? how the hell are you still alive?" "What do you mean?" Kyle twisted his face in confusion at the doc. "Holy Jesus..." Ted spit a little of what appeared to be vomit into the sink, "Let me get you a mirror."
Kyle was speechless. No wonder people avoided him. "Looks like you got burned. So bad it probably fried your nerves. Thank God, too, because if you could feel what you are going through, you'd probably die from cardiac arrest." His clogged ear was a scab, flat across his head. There was no ear any more. He flexed his jaw, and look a moment's sick pleasure in seeing his mouth through his cheek. The rest of him that he couldn't easily see was amazing, too. "Luckily, since it is a burn you suffered, you're sterile. cauterized. a germ probably wouldn't grow in you if you set up a hotel and charged a nickle a night." "So, what do I do?" Ted was obviously very sick. He was white as a sheet, and almost collapsing with each step. He retrieved his entire store of gauze, some sort of ointment, and ran back to spit up some more, into the sink.
"You realize that you'll be scarred. For life? probably won't ever have a normal life again?" "As if anything around here is normal any more." he pushed open the door with both arms (he seemed to gain enough strength in his bad one to use it over the night. He waited outside the clinic for hours, waiting for a collector from the Last Sons. That's where he'd start looking for his justice.
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Oct 20, 2009 2:39:29 GMT -5
Post by B on Oct 20, 2009 2:39:29 GMT -5
My eyes slowly opened. A sound of putting was close to me, it must've been some motorcycle. I climbed out from under a bush and looked around. Daylight had struck. On the ground was the rest of my burger, I must've fallen asleep watching the clouds and eating my burger. Rubbing my eyes I continued to look around in confusion, looking for the source of the sound. The park was surprisingly empty, people were normally too afraid to enter the park, I didn't know why. I picked up my burger from the grass, noticing how hard it was, not because it was stale but because it was practically frozen from sitting on my chest. I walked past some trees and noticed a female on her motorcycle, she was sitting on it, it putted in neutral. She herself had a burger from the same place as me. I flipped my hoodie over my head and walked out of the trees and onto the pavement, looking at the girl, inspecting her. She was okay, probably not his type though. I rolled my eyes slightly and turned away from her. There was something about her, though... I just had a weird feeling. I didn't know it but my entire body was frosty from the morning dew that enveloped me over night.
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Rina cocked her eyebrow at the sudden turn of events. The gun was thrown in her direction, in fact it landed practically by her foot. Knowing how this place was the first thing on her mind was free protection. As she bent down to grab it a smashing sound caught her ears. She looked up and her jaw dropped, the man was having a slug out with his crotch. "Okay! Hey! Dude! Seriously! I know you have a split mind about my sexiness and your job but seriously! Give your little thing a break!" She shouted at him. Yeah, she sounded full of it but if you had saw her you'd agree with her in a snap of a finger. This girl could be a model. When the man had collapsed she dropped down again to grab the gun and checked the safety, stupid cop didn't even turn it off. She pocketed it without much thought then looked up with a smile to her brother-in-law. He was quick to embrace her, she welcomed it. Her mouth close to his ear she was quick to pop the question. "Nat... Where's Christy?" He let go and she could clearly see his nervousness. "Look, I dunno what happened to Christine. I-I've been trying to find her. But, oh, I dunno." "What?-" "Do you know that guy who walks around, made of, like ice? He's my plan. Fuck it all, I've been trying to get us two out of the city, and I will get all three of us out. He can help us, I think. If I can find him." She shook her head, he was speaking fast and raving like a madman. "Nathan-" "Whatever. I'll figure it out later. How're you? Where've you been?" "I've been fine... But-" Before she could continue he pulled her into another embrace. He was starting to weird her out. Maybe he was trying to stray far from the subject about Christina or he was just overjoyed to see her. Nevertheless, she didn't refuse him a second hug. "It's been a while, sis." "Yeah..." When the hug was over with she looked around. "Well... You wanna slow down a bit and tell me what's going on with Christina? Or about that ice man?... Nathan... Did you hit your head? Are you feeling okay?" She started to place her hands on her forehead like a mother checking her child's temperature. When she was satisfied she placed both her hands on both sides of his cheeks and pulled his eyes to hers. "You're not doin' drugs, right?" She said, inspecting his eyes, they were bloodshot, maybe he was... Little was she aware, he just woke up a few minutes ago.
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Oct 20, 2009 22:08:21 GMT -5
Post by D on Oct 20, 2009 22:08:21 GMT -5
A crack of light appeared at the horizon and soon enough the sun began to rise. She turned herself a bit to witness the sky’s magnificent colors and without knowing, a small smile formed upon her features. Emma continued to eat in silence, grateful that she was still able see such things. In those short moments, it was as if the injuries inflicted onto her earlier had melted away and her worries, even if just for some moments, disappeared from her, allowing her some peace. Ah peace…That was what she was searching for….
Emma pulled her jacket closer to her and crossed her arms. Her clothing allowed much warmth, but upon realization, it was still pretty cold. “…Didn’t think it would get this cold…” She muttered and as if on cue, she noticed a slight rustle and then barely noticed the slightest and quietest footsteps she had ever heard before. It wasn’t until she turned around that she said something and when she did it was merely a statement and nothing more. “Frosty…” The English woman wasn’t at all surprised and her voice had no evidence of shock or fear. She was merely stating the obvious like most people she knew in New York. Did Americans in general do that too?
“Well, what is it? What d’you want?” Her voice wasn’t commanding and it didn’t demand an answer. Her words simply formed questions and none of them were supposed to appear offensive that is if they happened to be, of course. “...Hold on. I’ve seen you before…” Emma gave him one good look. “You’re that Power User goin’ ‘round helping people… What exactly do they call you? I reckon you see yourself as some kind of hero.”
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Oct 20, 2009 23:36:08 GMT -5
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Oct 20, 2009 23:36:08 GMT -5
"Well... You wanna slow down a bit and tell me what's going on with Christina? Or about that ice man?... Nathan... Did you hit your head? Are you feeling okay? You're not doin' drugs, right?" "OH, yeah," Nat took a few steps back and shook his head, laughing at himself, "Okay, I'l start from the beginning, over some food?" He threw his hand over his shoulder and thrust his thumb out in the direction of the Taco Bell.
Nat started from the beginning, as far as he knew Rina didn't know. About the shootout, how Icy decided to be a hero, his rather vague plan to get Christine, himself, and now Rina, out of the city, which basically revolved around getting all the power-users he could on his side, for leverage. About Icy, about his own powers. He spent the last half of the conversation convincing Rina that they were under control. That Vick was an accident, and he can control it now. His burger, despite the fact that the thing they passed as a beef patty was grey all the way through, the bread was dryer than a saltine, and he was pretty sure that none of it ever actually touched a microwave, he was gracious to have something in his stomach. On the off-chance he didn't die from food poisoning, that is. "So, what do you say, Sis? Wanna give it a shot? For Christine, if no one else?"
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It took a very long time for some grunts from the Last Sons to show up at the clinic, but when they did, Kyle was ready. The grunts looked like copies of each other. Both had shaved heads, square, flat faces, and broad shoulders. They were probably linebackers for the Jets, or something, from the looks of them. They both wore black boots, dark jeans, and an tan-orange leather vest over a dark shirt. the first man, who had lighter skin than his copy, had a hoodie loosely hanging off his shoulders. Ted met them at the front door of his clinic -- there wasn't any need for any of these shady dealings to be done in secret, anymore -- and with a shakey hand gave the second grunt a large roll of money. The first had a gun trained on Ted the whole exchange. When they were finished, Kyle emerged from the shadows of the alley and intercepted them just as they reached the car. He licked his lips spoke first: "How do you get in?" "The little fucking mutant wants into the car?" "Into the Lost Sons. How do I get into your gang?" "Oh, you think you're sooo big?" "I know I could kill you before you touched me, yeah." "Tell you what: If we fight, and I don't fucking murder you, we can talk about it." His thick Boston accent bugged Kyle enough to make his hate focus, momentarily, on the big man in the driver seat. "Deal." Kyle croaked back, and licked his chapped and scabbed lips again. The man in the passenger seat opened his door, very quickly, hitting Kyle in the ribs. He fell to his hands and knees, breathing heavily and raggedly. The driver was above him, kicking him in the ribs. He was laughing. The man in the passenger seat was hysterical.
And Kyle was in the passenger seat. the first grunt was driving very hurriedly, stealing quick, scared glances at his passenger. He had left the body of his parter behind the clinic. Most of his legs, however, had found their way to a sewage drain, as a thick, pulpy, melted mass. The dead one's name was Richard. The one that was going to be worse off if he didn't get there, and soon, was Rico. Kyle now had the gun. he had the clip out, and was playing with the topmost bullet, taking it out, and putting it back in the sleeve.
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Post by B on Nov 1, 2009 3:35:30 GMT -5
I halted when she spoke. She rapidly fired off questions at me. Why? I thought a second, helping people? Seems like all I've been doing since I got here was killin' people and scaring those I "helped". At her name question I let out a chuckle, I had heard what she said when she first saw me. "Frosty the Snowman, apparently." I turned around to face her. Her accent wasn't American, that was for sure, that would mean she was probably a tourist. What are the chances to come at this time... My thoughts paused, a tourist... Or a terrorist. "As for hero... Don't super heroes save people and arrest the bad guys? I kill them and scare the people. What does that make me?" I didn't let her answer, I was quick with more questions aimed towards her. "Who are you? You're not American, why are you here? Are you in league with that psycho on T.V.?" I had mimiced her expression, one of complete, my voice had no sound aggression, though I could feel my nerves begin to beat my veins. Would she be my first lead?... No, it wasn't excitement, I was afraid. Afraid of hurting her. My weakness for the opposite sex compels me to protect them, not to beat out information.
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Rina didn't speak or eat throughout the conversation, at least not after hearing what had become of everything. She stared blankly at Nathan, dumbfounded. Her brother-in-law endowed with magic powers to control people? How completely- "Ridiculous." Her emotionless voice erupted. Life returned to her eyes and she looked down at the poorly-made burger, her thoughts flashing those of the officer from earlier. It was true, that guy really was socking his dick as hard as he could no man would do that. Wait, if he could do that. "Nathan, this is dangerous. You said your powers harm you and you may harm others in the process." He went to speak up but Rina was relentless. "Have you ever actually stopped to see how people react after you've seeped into their mind? You could be doing more damage to them than yourself-" He cut her off, a lengthy argument ensued with Rina spouting out possibilities and what-ifs, Nathan countered until Rina had nothing else and was convinced that he felt he could handle the power with care. She also made it very clear the consequences of ever taking her over by pointing towards the bulge in her pocket that was a pistol. When all was done he tried to get her to think about helping him get the way out. At first she was about to nod but she paused and shook her head. "No... No, Nathan... Stop trying to figure out how to get us out of this. First we need to find my sister." She hesitated for a second, thinking over the second thing she was gonna say, it wasn't her place but her personality persisted, she'd say it anyways. "Second, you... You have a responsibility to end this mess. You may not have asked for it but you have the power to stop it." He may have started to contest her at this point but she didn't let up. "Nathan! There are dead people in the street! Starving, freezing children!" At this point she definately caught the room's attention. Some of the Snakes were watching in interest. "The town is run by murderous gangs who steal, rape, and kill, removing every piece of-of humanity left in this crap heap!" She turned for a second, one of the Snakes looked slightly offended. "No offense to you." Rina had stood up out of her chair. "Your random spurts and headaches will continue without any purpose. You say you can control it but who will be the next Vick?" She rolled her eyes and stormed out of the Taco Bell. One of the Snakes leaned in close to the other. "Would you do her?" He said, aloud giving the question as to why he leaned in so close anyways. "Maybe if she wasn't a self-righteous whiney bitch." He chuckled and the other laughed, just nodding his head. The woman playing desk stood there, her expression that of "you go girl".
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A slight ringing hit Kyle's ear, the ringing erupted into a dark malevolent voice. "Yeeesss... He is interested... I will be keeping an eye on you..." The voice ceased, the ringing did not. Upon looking into the rear view mirror, Kyle would see black strands waving throughout the car like really soft fabric, upon naked inspection there'd be nothing, if he turned back to the mirror the strands would be gone.
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Post by D on Nov 1, 2009 4:10:21 GMT -5
“Hell if I know. In this world, you win some an’ lose some. Nothing’s quite black an’ white, y’know…But I’d be awright…” Emma quieted herself down and when she regained her composure she looked up at him. She managed a chuckle. “Name’s Emma. You’re right I’m not American…I came here with my husband when the tower was attacked for our anniversary. And I am not. “ She wasn’t working for the physco unless her boss was the asshole on TV. Was he? Was it possible? Emma thought for a moment and then dismissed the idea before looking back up.
“From your name, I’m assuming you’re well talented with ice…must be nice having powers…” If only she had some of her own then she would have gotten rid of the rotten man herself, but of course, that was something nearly impossible and the chance of surviving high amounts of radiation was little to none. It figured. What kind of moron would think of doing that? Emma stopped a bit and laughed outloud. “Sorry…Radiation and falling and all this ridiculousness…”
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Nov 1, 2009 4:33:46 GMT -5
"Second, you... You have a responsibility to end this mess. You may not have asked for it but you have the power to stop it. Nathan! There are dead people in the street! Starving, freezing children! The town is run by murderous gangs who steal, rape, and kill, removing every piece of-of humanity left in this crap heap!" Nat watched her storm off, dumbfounded in the argument. "Your random spurts and headaches will continue without any purpose. You say you can control it but who will be the next Vick?" She had a very good point. A very good one indeed. After she left the room, Nat sighed and slowly pulled himself up. The two Snakes who were whispering were looking at him funny as he pushed open the door and stood like an idiot for a second before locating Rina. "Your girl?" The Snake mentioned casually as Nat left. "Nah. Why the fuck do you care?" "I just wanted to know how the hell you'd sleep with a bitch like that." "Aw, Fuck off. Hey, Rina!" Nat jogged towards her and sighed again, more labored than inside the Taco Hell. "Rina. Okay. I submit. I know I'm usually quick to say 'sorry,' but I am. You're right, I'm wrong. The government doesn't care if I need their help, no matter who's on my side. That's why they put up the quarantine. "But, how else are we going to find Christine? We're two people. It's a big city. We can't exactly ask the entire population to shuffle past us in single-file." Nat started walking forward. The lights of the park were dim ghosts on the horizon of his sight, but that would be a nice place to go and talk. If only he knew how to hotwire a car. "Magic powers or not, sis, I can't pull a Christine out of my hat."
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"Yeeesss... He is interested... I will be keeping an eye on you..." Kyle looked around until, out of the corner of his eye, dark tendrils that seemed devoid of any shape curled their way through the air behind him. He looked behind him, in the back seat nervously, and found nothing but a very large zip-lock bag filled with green stuff. "You can have some, I-if you want..." "Shut up and drive." Kyle's eyes drifted back to the image of the back seat in the mirror, but nothing showed itself besides the torn white faux-leather. "What the hell's taking so long?"
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Post by B on Nov 1, 2009 5:13:12 GMT -5
I eyed her for a few seconds until she completely finished speaking. My first thought was how weird it sounded when she commented that he was "talented with ice". "Yes... I'd say I am quite 'talented' with ice..." I mumbled oddly then I couldn't help the fact that my voice got mildly aggressive. "It's not nice. It's a miserable fucking world. Here in this hell hole is the only place a freak like me could find any amount of satisfaction." I growled slightly but composed myself, I didn't apologize. Oh how I hated thinking about how nice having powers was. It made me conscious of my body. I haven't really looked at my bare chest in a good six years but I could remember it clearly, a few ice crystals piercing me from the inside out, it was painful, too. I can't feel that pain anymore, I fear maybe I just got used to it. I know I'm not human. Not anymore. I decided to change the subject, I was thinking about just walking away, why was I wasting my time with this woman? Then other thoughts came, if I was left alone I would think about myself more, I needed to get my mind off of it. "You look a little too relaxed for your average citizen. Working for a gang? The cops, maybe? And I've only been here for a few days, how do you know of me?" I wasn't intending on cross-examining, it just came that way.
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Rina had stopped not long after leaving the doors. Her emotions were rampant, the thought of him just abandoning everyone and this spreading. She fought tears at the sight, she heard the door open again and knew he was coming out behind her. She leaned against a railing, a subway entrance sat under it. He was quick to apologize, he always was like this, though Rina rarely saw such incidents. She wanted to apologize for getting so worked up but he was quick to continue on about how the government wont intervene and how they wouldn't be able to find Christine. His comment left an amusing thought of Nathan pulling Christine out of a large top hat by the hair and her going "ta-da!" Rina let out a chuckle then shook her head. "I don't know..." She turned to walk with him. It seems they were heading into the park. This would be a better idea, if the Snakes heard their conversation about Nathaniel's ability then they'd probably want to indulge on this opportunity, best to get away. Rina thought hard and she came to a conclusion. "We can't find Chris... Instead, lets try working to partner up with that ice dude. As we clear the city out you may make a name for yourself... Then Christine would just come to us." It was a rough thought, but at least she was trying.
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Nov 1, 2009 19:11:25 GMT -5
Post by D on Nov 1, 2009 19:11:25 GMT -5
“I guess I am relaxed…I suppose that happens when this chaos becomes normal and apart of life. I don’t work for a gang or the pigs... They’re a light that is rapidly diminishing and had I been a part of a gang I would have been marked or even better, raped.” Well she certainly wasn’t marked with any scars or tattoos, but if anything, they were all bruises and perhaps fractured bones beneath the skin. Somehow all of the wounds she ever received were all internal and perhaps, that’s what scared her the most. She usually wouldn’t realize that she was actually hurt or not until she would move and that type of feeling was horrible. It was so horrible that she bit her lip and shook her head, before looking again.
When she had looked up, he had asked her a third question, and this one was something she had expected from the beginning. How did she know of him? “Well…” She answered, “I saw the slicked road and asked who had done it.. They described the iceman in front of me.” Her eyes didn’t betray her words and her heart remained at a normal beat. Emma kept at the same relaxed state and gave a yawn, being a bit tired.
She had lied. Emma could be grouped with the worst type of liars. She was the type that never panicked and could look you straight in the eyes and lie. Sadly, she had learned to lie because of her boss, but lying and honest talk didn’t work with the man. You could not negotiate, for his word was law, and of course, if you broke the law, you would be punished. There were no longer any exceptions and she knew that the sick bastard didn’t care for anyone but himself.
Emma chuckled.
Was it really true about everyone now and days? In her mind, people only really did help others to gain things selfishly. It happened all the time, but then she stopped. A sudden thought crept up behind her and wrapped around her mind. Maybe working for him wasn’t so bad. Maybe he was the best thing since she had ever came here. For a moment her eyes slightly dulled and she felt a sharp piercing pain in her head. When she had returned to reality, she looked up at him and said, “I’m sorry…I have to leave…I’m being paged.”
She pulled her helmet back on and drove away. Something was terribly wrong and she felt it, but she also felt that she wasn’t herself. What was going on? She never really had such a feeling before. Did he become stronger? Did he gain a powerful ally? Did he – All the thoughts against him were terminated and soon good thoughts about the man crowded her mind. She was going mad and she didn’t know why, but then she realized that she was a puppet.
What did he need so badly from a puppet?
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Nov 1, 2009 20:43:27 GMT -5
Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Nov 1, 2009 20:43:27 GMT -5
"We can't find Chris... Instead, lets try working to partner up with that ice dude. As we clear the city out you may make a name for yourself... Then Christine would just come to us." Nat ran his hands through his hair, sighed heavily, and looked up into the sky. After a very long minute of looking dazedly above him, he shook his head slowly and returned his gaze to Rina. "Better than my plan." Nat began somberly walking towards the park, one hand fidgeting with something in his packet, the other swinging limply by his side. Occasionally, he'd look over and mumble an apology when the limp arm came around and brushed against Rina. Her questions still weighed heavily on his mind, heavily enough to distract him entirely from most anything around him. What happens after he uses those people like puppets? Who will be the next Vick? And another question haunted him, probably more frightening than the rest, even though it should immeasurably less-so. Scarier in it's vagueness: Where is Christine? "Maybe we should leave. I don't like some of the guys back there at the Taco Bell. They looked dangerous. And like they'd love to get their hands on us. "Well, I think we should go to the park down there. I forget what it's called, but it's nice. Where are you living nowadays?"
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The Last Sons inhabited a condo complex in West Queens. the building was fairly short compared to the other condos around it, but it was innumerably nicer. Inside, it would have been bright, neo-classical art deco style, with off-white walls and brushed steel furnishings. The lamps and wall decorations were all colorful and geometric, like a mathematician's nightmare. The stark contrasts of the Neo- and the -Classical made the place look like a Jetson's cartoon: straight from the 70's, but shinier. It would have been, but since the Last Sons moved in, the place had been wrecked. Trash heaps inhabited every corner of every floor of every room. It was dark, dingy, and worst of all, rat-infested. not the small, furry rats that squeak and scurry around, but the Last Sons themselves, who were all small-faced, ratty scumbags. In the penthouse, the "Boss-man" was lounging on a mattress that was sprawled across the living room floor. He looked a little dignified, next to the rest of his guys downstairs. "Who the hell is this thing, Rico?" "This here is an initiate, Boss. he's got special powers, too." "The hell's your name, boy?" Boss-Man's voice was thick, and unmistakably New Jersey.
Kyle was part of the Last Sons, no problem. Now that he had the jacket, he could fight better, harder. he could fight with back-up. Not like last time, where he lost because he was alone. And he would find that damn Ice man, hunt him down, and scalp the fucker.
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Post by B on Nov 2, 2009 0:52:57 GMT -5
I listened as she answered straight forward enough. Perhaps I was being paranoid. I would get nowhere with her so why am I continuing this conversation? I shook my head, I was about to end the conversation entirely with a casual "bye" but she did it for me, saying she was being paged. I watched her leave, unsure of what to make of her, but it didn't matter, I'll likely not see her again... At least I hoped not, if I did then she'd likely just be another person getting in my way. I turned away and began my route to get out of the park. Two people were walking in front of me, going my direction, a man and a woman, a couple maybe? The man looked familiar, couldn't put my finger on it, though... I lowered my head and continued, they weren't in my sight.
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Rina nodded at Nathan's request to leave. She couldn't help but think how silly it was they had that conversation in the middle of a gang-owned building. Nathan suggested going to the park and she cocked her eyebrow. "You mean Central Park? One of the largest community parks in the world? Haha, yeah, sure." The park was relatively close, they walked down a set of stairs until their shoes hit dirt gravel, they continued. Nathan sparked a casual question and Rina thought for a second. "Well... Here... New York, of course." She didn't speak more on that, she put a hand on Nathan's shoulder and pointed at a man coming towards them. He looked like a gangster, it was more of a warning. Not allowing herself to fear the man she continued at her normal pace. He got closer and closer until Rina noticed too late that the man wasn't paying attention to where he was walking, they bumped shoulders and Rina shoved him away. "Get back you little piss-ant!" She shouted, one hand firmly gripped to the gun in her pocket the other approaching her face. She was in instant shock, the man just walked away, a little faster than he was. "He's so cold..." She rubbed her fingers, it was like she held onto a block of ice for a few seconds, then something clicked and she turned to Nathan. "Stop him.. Use your power thingy, hurry!"
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Post by Turn 360 and walk away on Nov 2, 2009 1:56:11 GMT -5
"Well, my 'apartment' is just a couple blocks from here, and I have space." Nat's eyes followed a guy approaching them. "Get back you little piss-ant!" Nathan's hands curled into fists, but he didn't need to; the man walked on without even paying attention. "Stop him.. Use your power thingy, hurry!" "Hey, you! In the jacket, buddy!" Some guy looked out from behind a tree. a spoon was hanging in his mouth, half in and half out. "Icy, you asshole! get back here! Hey!" Nat kicked up dirt and grunted exasperatedly, eyes locked on his target. "Over... here!" His head hurt a little bit, but not bad enough to stop. Somewhere in the distance, what sounded like squealing tires echoed through the trees. "We just want to talk." He felt a trickle of blood run down his face, heard it drop on his boot. But, if everything went well, they would all be in Nat's apartment in five minutes.
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Kyle still limped on his bad leg, but he had already asserted himself as a major contender in the gang. Even though he wasn't old enough to drink, he had already used most everyone in the organization as a rung, and he climbed the latter just high enough to command a small group of grunts. He chose to wear his street clothes, unlike the sheep in there. He was planning on being a big player in most gangs anyways, so it'd be best to not affiliate himself with any one of them. next, he wanted to get into the Snakes, who seemed to populate all the area around central park. The back of his personal jacket was dotted with a couple patches. One, a skull with a dagger hanging out of it's left eye socket, was supposed to represent his rank within the gang. Plus he thought that the metaphor it had with himself was kinda cool. Second, it signified how many people he'd killed in total, with each tooth acting like a hatch-mark. It's mouth was, for the most part, empty. The other was an army uniform identifier. Three stripes, white on a black background. This was supposed to represent his rank outside the gang. This told him what he could and couldn't do with his crew, with civilians, and with any foreign affairs; As opposed to the other, in-gang rank, which dictated who and what he answered to and for. Domestic affairs.
Kyle was making his first daily round in a liberated car, with two men. He was sitting in the back seat, behind them both. He kicked his feet up out the open window, and played with a baseball bat he was going to use to shake down a KFC that was pushing crappy homemade Speed for them. They hadn't payed the last Sons in a very long time, apparently, and hey needed to be reminded who was keeping them all alive and in business.
The shakedown was easy. Kyle didn't even sweat. Just broke a window, hit some black chick in the knees with the bat. Which was good, because his mind was off, floating away into the deepest pits of his vile hatred, where he was always plotting. Always plotting. He needed to work very hard to get a crew of 5 here. Then the next gang. The Snakes next. Then he'll have that fucking power-user's head on a platter. Kyle laughed a high-pitched laugh that, as brief as it was, drove the two hardened gang-members' to shuddering and made their blood run cold.
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