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Post by ARCHIBALD DONAVIN on Mar 11, 2015 11:23:58 GMT -5
The sun crept through the cracks of the old wooden shack; illuminating the little table in the corner and shinning off the group of knives that make their nightly home on the old barrel topped object. The light that reflected from his only possession landed softly on Archie's face and woke him from the dream that constantly haunted his sleep. Opening his eyes, squinting in the light and scanning the small area he called my home the boy sighed. It had to be almost mid-day now, if not shortly after. No bird could be heard from the nearby trees nor the sound of the early train on the tracks behind the old shed.
The Hay pile that was his bed has grown uncomfortable and he arched, cracking his spine back into place. Today would be spent like any other day, hunting the beast. Forever getting closer but not close enough was beginning to drive him crazy. Archie wanted the creatures blood , and the day the beast dies will be the day Archie finally reaches his time of peace and rest. He feels an odd connection with the beast and refused to rest until he can figure out why.
Walking though the town, an eerie silence filled the empty streets. Khontor had become a dangerous place in the last few years, especially the outskirts. Once busy streets transformed into lifeless strips of concrete and half-broken automobiles. Rare was the shop that was open before 10 am or after 9 pm. Old shops with boarded up windows and darkened doorsteps were all too common now-days in the old parts of town. The rich district was the only real place to shop anymore, and it was only called rich because it was where most of the hunters lived; the ones that had made names for themselves, the ones that had more than a single set of knives.Archie wants to live there one day. Among the fancy houses and walls that protect those that live with-in them. He wants to be known as a hero, not just the boy who has no family.
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Post by KEZIAH SAMPSON on Mar 21, 2015 0:35:05 GMT -5
Days and nights seemed to move together in one big blur anymore. Keziah had resigned herself to living in the haze of alcohol induced stupors years ago. It was her coping strategy for being immortal and having to live in the mortals realm for the rest of days. Usually, if she wasn't drinking in the semi-privacy of her rundown apartment within the city, Keziah would be in her typical bar stool in her typical bar. Only once in a while did she find herself unable to be contained within the smokey confines of the establishment. During those nights, she would set out walking with a bottle of Jack in one hand.
This morning, Keziah found herself forced awake by the rising sun. The brightness caused her normal hangover to increase in pain tenfold, and she groaned before attempting to open her eyes. Once she blinked open, Keziah attempted to figure out her surroundings. She was slouched against the brick wall of a half-demolished building, bags of garbage littering the alley around her. Sitting on the ground just within hand reach were not one, but two empty whiskey bottles. Keziah groaned, the sound only getting louder as she managed to get on her feet.
She stretched, cracked her fingers, neck and back, and then rubbed her eyes slightly more awake. Keziah reached to her jacket pocket, withdrawing her old, beaten flask and took a long drink before checking to make sure her weapons were still present. Somehow, she had made it to the badlands without even realizing last night. In fact, she was rather impressed she made it out to the badlands without getting jumped, mugged, assaulted, or killed. Then again, most of the lowlifes in this damned city knew who Keziah was and the mortal beings tended to leave a Fallen Angel alone. Sighing, Keziah takes another long drink from her flask before stepping out into the street.
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Post by ARCHIBALD DONAVIN on Mar 22, 2015 13:59:03 GMT -5
Walking quietly down the street Archie knew that there was no point in being cautious. No one was ever out this early in the morning. Hell, he lived in Khontor, a city that lives for the night hours. Moving quietly he stepped over the outstretched legs of the sleeping street folk as he made his way towards the more inhabited part of the city. The badlands were the farthest reaches of Khontor, rarely a soul came out here without a really good reason to. Archie's reason was that it was hos home, but really, he was one of very few who dared to live so far out. Whistling as he walked Archie began to plan out his day. He wanted to get some scouting done so he could make some money tonight. A guy has got to eat and food for a human doesn't come quite as cheap as food for other beings in the city.
He was about ready to head down into the subway when he spotted her. Her drunken movement was unmistakable. Keziah, a fallen. Most humans would think she was just one of them, but Archie knew better. He had seen her around before and other hunters spoke of her a few times. A Fallen angel was not usually something that Archie took interest in, but she was on his turf and he didn't like that. Archie had enough to deal with in the badlands already, demons, vampires, werewolves, the last thing he wanted was a Fallen corruption the street people.
Changing his direction he checked for his knives and slowly approached the girl. "What brings a fallen such as yourself to the badlands?" He wasn't in the mood for games, he knew what she was and wasn't about to let her try to pass herself as a human. He didn't have any plan to kill her. Archie wasn't like that. He didn't harm innocents, and as much as he wasn't fond of Fallen Angels, she hadn't done anything to harm him or anyone else, as far as he could tell anyway. He just had to make sure that she didn't.
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Post by KEZIAH SAMPSON on Mar 22, 2015 16:26:30 GMT -5
She could feel the hairs prickling on the back of her neck before she ever heard his voice. A sensitivity she had been gifted with when she was an Angel only seemed amplified when living outside the Kingdom. When his words reached her ears, Keziah stopped walking. Every muscle in her body tensed, causing the headache in her brain to pulse. She stood her ground, unwilling to turn towards anyone, especially a human.
"I'm not your bounty, hunter, so move on." She wasn't in the mood for a back and forth, and neither were her stomach or head. She really needed to get back to the inner city, where she would be due for a meeting with a new client in the afternoon. Besides, she wasn't opposed to humans hunting her own kind, or any other being existing in the city, but she sure as hell wasn't going to be answering undeserving questions. Keziah didn't succumb to the will of humans. She never had, and she wasn't about to start now.
"My business is my own, so let's do each other a favor and just stay out of one another's path." Keziah continued to walk down the street, her back to Archie. She uncapped her flask once again and took another drink. The debate of whether or not to reveal her wings and fly from this place waged on in her head. She wasn't naive. Flying, especially out in the badlands, would make her an easy target for bounty hunters and mercenaries alike. Keziah was a warrior angel since the beginning of time, so no matter how hungover or smashed she might be, her training was so ingrained in her, that it became second nature. So, she continued to walk, stepping over the occasional person still asleep in the streets. [/span][/div]
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Post by ARCHIBALD DONAVIN on Mar 25, 2015 7:43:36 GMT -5
He watched her body tense and his hand twitched for his knife. He could tell from her posture that she wasn't quite sober and even more so, she was very hung over. Great, just his luck. On a day he could spend gathering information he would run into a drunk Fallen. Shaking her head he waited for her to speak. So long as she didn't turn to attack him the exchange could remain fairly peaceful.
"My bounty or not, you are in my territory." Well, it was sort of his territory. Really, it was highly inhabited by demons but that wasn't the point. The truth was, Archie didn't really care what she was doing, so long as she wasn't causing any trouble for him or the other humans dumb enough to live out here. This was the part of the job he disliked the most. She hadn't done anything wrong, yet, but now he had to make sure it stayed that way.
"Oh come now, I'm not that repulsive am I?" He asked, in a casual voice, trying to she her that he meant her no harm. He watched as she continued to walk. "Uh... I don't mean to butt in on 'Your Business".... but you do realise you are heading farther into the badlands right? I mean, it is your head but... there is a real demon problem out here and most of them would love to have a nice fallen for breakfast." Shrugging a little he paused, waiting for her response. " Again, it is your choice, but if I were you I'd come this way and take the subway to city. Less of a hassle if you ask me."
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