Rapture Days

[Golden Emblem]

The end of times, known to those of Evangelical faith as the Rapture, has occurred after long last. While many believed it to be a simply myth or a fairy tale, the facts present themselves as the Rapture being true. God has decided that this world will be coming to an end, and those who lived good lives, even if they did not believe in Him, have been taken away from the earth. The Christians, the Jewish, the Muslims, the Buddhists, the atheists... all of them who have lived in a way that He would believe to be good have been taken from this hellish place that is now earth.

Imagine millions, perhaps even billions, of people just disappearing in the blink of an eye. Panic would set in quickly if that were the only problem that the people remaining on earth had to face. However, there was a second major issue. Those who had lived terrible or ugly lives were not spared; instead, they were changed into beasts similar to monsters or demons. This was not done by God, but instead by Lucifer. Many people ended up with this horrible fate, losing their minds as insanity and animal instinct took over their new bodies.

Yet, one group of humans still remain. They are the ones who lived lives in a way that was neutral, either having extreme highs and lows, or none whatsoever. Since God and Lucifer cannot accept them into Heaven or change them, God has given them a gift in His mercy. He has blessed (or, to some, cursed) them with abilities that reflect their inner beings, that are strong enough to kill the demons. They have to keep on killing these things, until they kill enough that they are accepted into Heaven, or... I do not know. The demons hunt them down like wolves would to a flock of sheep, picking them off one at a time. Suicide is a popular option.

A voice rang out moments after the beginning of the Rapture occurred. It said this: “Hear me, those who remain. There will be seven years of this Hell on earth. It is possible to leave earlier, if you can destroy what Lucifer has brought to your world. Your abilities will save you, but only if that is what you wish to happen. I wish to see you again, my children.”

I will not see him again. My wife has already gone to heaven, and my son... he left us years ago, and I fear the worst for him. I would rather suffer eternity in hell than another moment on this earth.

If you find this letter, best of luck. All that is in my home is yours to use.

-Darryl S.

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Name: Garrett Silva

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Appearance: Garrett is a fairly tall individual, and his time living on the streets shows with his muscular build and his many scars. Some of the most obvious include one on his forehead going diagonally towards the bridge of his nose, three cigarette burns on his right shoulder forming a paw print (a Bloods marking), and many on his hands from knife fights. He has dark brown, almost black hair that is very short and never combed, and equally dark brown eyes. He usually wears jeans, a plain shirt, and some sort of jacket, but rarely a smile.

Personality: Garrett is a very cold person at first. He doesn’t like many people, and he makes it obvious. It isn’t as if he’s really soft under the toughness, either, because even if you get to know him well, he is still very distant. One thing he is not, though, is overly aggressive. While he will fight the monsters, he does not like getting in arguments with others.

Weapon(s): Garrett was at a popular seafood restaurant when the Rapture occurred, and he took a trident from the walls and used it to defend himself. While it had rubber caps on the sharp ends, he has taken them off long since then.

History: Garrett lived in a nice home with two nice parents. However, he was the one child who loved to rebel, and when he was fourteen, he decided to join the infamous gang known as the Bloods. When he told his parents, they left him to live on the street. He never saw the Bloods as his family or friends, instead looking at them as being a means to an end. He was bored with life, and wanted something more interesting.

He was involved with several attacks on other gang members and a few robberies until he was arrested in the midst of robbing a grocery store, of all things, three years after he joined the Bloods. He was put in prison until his trial, where they decided he would spend two years in prison to try and make an example out of him. Those two years of staying in prison drastically changed him, and when he was released two years later, he wanted to change. He began taking high school credits through an adult learning centre, and got back into something he loved even while being in the Bloods: art.

The day of the Rapture, he was talking to an officer he had dealt with when he went to prison, who was checking on his progress. She was sent to Heaven and never seen again, as were most of the people in the restaurant he was in. Three were considered neutrals, and two changed into demons. Garrett managed to stab one with a trident hanging off the wall before running for his life.

Ability: Garrett can change into a beastly combination of human and wolf, very similar to what one would think of when the word “werewolf” was used. However, it does not activate to the different shifts of the moon. He can change whenever he wills, but changing into it too often drains Garrett of his energy.

[Griffin]

OOC: Working on finding time to actually be able to sit and think and write. :/

[Cetasaurus]

Name: Cleyton Rose

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Appearance: Average height/build. Teal colored eyes. Fair skin. Hair dark and straight, somewhat shaggy. Usually dresses in jeans, tennis-shoes, a simply colored teeshirt, sometimes a collared jacket.

Personality: Keeps to himself. Quiet, but alert and always calm. Observant.

Weapon(s): Good with a dagger and hand-to-hand combat.

History: Got through high school with near perfect grades, but almost no social life. Spent free time alone, usually outside - either up in a mountain snowboarding or simply walking around. An only child, never really spoke to his parents who were later taken to heaven. A sort of poetic person, who's only real interest was music and things like snowboarding that brought an excited buzz to his mind. Apathetic towards everything else. Got into fights occasionally.

Ability: Can turn invisible, sometimes on accident when he's not really thinking about it. Can control it easily though, when he needs to. Also, when he tries he is able to move about completely silent.

[shadowdeath]

OOC: Stuff may still be modified.

Name: Jake Grodin

Gender: Male

Age: 54

Appearance: Mr. Grodin, is a sharp looking man. Before the Rapture he would never be seen without a suit and really expensive shades. Now after the rapture, he lost the suit and sunglasses. He now wears a shirt and black tie. He is extremely tall, giving him a very condescending and serious appearance. His face is extremely cold, and his eyes are gray.

Personality: Mr. Grodin, is an extremely analytic and calculating man. He is very adept at reading people, which allows him to manipulate them to a high degree. He also isn't afraid to have others take the fall for him if it helps him in terms of personal gain.

Weapon(s): A pistol and a sword. They were lying around in his giant mansion.

History: Mr. Grodin is the CEO of one of the Fortune 500 companies. Entering the company at a very young age, Mr. Grodin cheated his way to the top, which often included betraying people. Also as CEO, he would cut jobs, and open up sweatshops. The only reason he is deemed neutral is because he participated in many charities over the years, however most of the time these charities were mostly for appearance.

Ability: Heightened senses in all six areas. Jake can now see farther than others, see in the dark, has a great sense of hearing, can smell the beasts, taste if food is poison, etc. At the same time though, he is more sensitive to touch, meaning that if he gets harmed he'll be hurt more.

[Griffin]

Name: Reh "Ray" Aramil

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Appearance: Dark brown hair kept a little shaggy on the front and sides and heterochromic eyes, one bright green, one dark brown, almost black. On the day of Rapture, he was wearing jeans, a black-gray striped button up shirt (vertically, if it matters), his surplus bought army boots and his bucket hat.

Personality: Reh rarely thinks of long-term consequences before acting. While his head and heart are in the right place, it won't stop him from doing what needs to be done. He's a get-the-job-done sort of guy. Good with people, he's content with new people but with rarely be truthful.

Weapon(s): On the day of Rapture, he took his two M9 handguns, KA-BAR knife, and his father's lever-action hunting rifle. And ammo for all the above thrown into a pack.

History: Reh's history is a classic story. Reh grew up in the inner city with a poor lifestyle. His mother received a positive test for breast cancer when he was 8. Without money for proper treatment, she died, leaving Reh with his father and his 2 year old sister, Lidda. Reh's father beat him occasionally when he came home drunk. He would tell Lidda that he got his wounds at a fight at school, sharing the story of how he beat the other guy to a pulp and a bruised cheek and a bloody nose was all he got away with. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. That night, he promised that he would protect her.

When Reh reached high school, his father became a full blown alcoholic. Reh got into numerous and serious fights with his dad, winning most of the time and by "winning", he hit his dad in the stomach to make him puke and back off. It became almost a chore. Twice did his dad inflict serious injury, cracking a few ribs and fracturing a knee. His dad lost his job and Reh had to turn to the streets to make money to get himself and Lidda through school and keep up house payments, food, water, everything. He sold drugs, scammed other dealers, used his manipulation skills to his benefit. Selling his dad's old guns became a big source of income for him. He stole the key to the gun locker years ago. He tampered with the guns, though. He lightly wore down the loading spring so that after a clip of firing, it would break. Enough time would be spent after he sold it to cast aspersions away from him.

With his sister entering high school, Reh made a big deal for the extra money, but it went bad. Really bad. He shot two and slit the throat of a third gang member who tried to kill him for the sour deal. He got him to find his father, drunk, seeing the blood on Reh's hands. He killed his father with the KA-BAR he carries today. He hid the body from Lidda, telling her he was arrested. She believed him. A few days before Rapture, Reh arrived at his home after making a deal to see the front door busted in and the house torn to pieces. Nothing stolen, just damaged with the gang's symbol sprayed over the walls, the tables, everything. One thing was missing though.

Lidda.

Reh spent days tracking them, beating information out of gang members. When Rapture came, he had no idea his sister went to Heaven. He will keep hunting though. He will find her. Somewhere.

Ability: Reh's dedication to finding his sister has granted him essentially two "modes": Hunter and Murderer. As a Hunter, Reh's eyes both turn green and he enters a state of relaxed concentration. He is analytical, patient, and focused. His eyesight adjusts to detect slight changes in environment and he becomes adapt at long range shooting. As a Murderer, his eyes turn their black/brown color. He comes violent and aggressive, but still entirely focused. He can react faster in hand to hand combat. His eyes inspire fear.

[Admin]

OOC: I will join this, but I'm having trouble sitting down and finding the time to make the character.

Name: Theodore Durbeyfield

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Appearance: Theodore has a very stern, brick-like face. Rugged chin with little light brown beard prickles, and a very soft, yet structured nose, that is neither bulbous nor petite. His light briwn eyes are always steady and appear to squint. He is just over 5'9", and has a short and greasy, very messy hairstyle. He wears a dark green vest - similar to one you'd see on a camper, or hunter. Theodore has completely tattered white cargo pants that fit well around the waist. He wears black steel toed boots that are very worn down.

Personality: Theodore is an outwardly kind and polite person, who secretly suffers from depression. He's also a bit of an alcoholic when faced with problems.

Weapon(s): A hatchet from his tool shed, and is not above mixing bleach and ammonia as biological weaponry.

History: Theodore had long suffered depression, but had very few outlets, as his parents always worked, and his grandfather who watched over him always insisted he clean the house if they were to lock eyes.

These feelings of inadequacy and neglect soon bled into his social life, where he had become the "Class Jerk". Theodore would deliberately taunt and tease everyone around him, picking at their innermost insecurities. During his Sophomore year of high school, one girl he had bullied chose to drown herself. That instigated the spiral downward in Theodore's life, when he would drink more often, take whatever drugs he could find, and get with any girl who was somewhat willing.

8 weeks before graduating high school, his most recent girlfriend had confronted him, telling him about her pregnancy. Theodore insisted on her getting the abortion, but she refused. Milling the idea around in his head for a week, he returned to her, and offered his full support, and a few months later, offering her his hand in marriage.

The next few years went strangely well, Theodore trying his best to support his wife Jana, and his son Nico. They had managed to save enough money for a very modest home, and were living a life that did not seem to befit the once cruel Theodore. (Though he still couldn't help but break into the wine cabinet when the bills were tough to pay.)

On the day of the Rapture, Theodore was in the park with Nico and Jana, watching them both on the swings, swinging up, and down, and up... but not down. They had been raptured, and he had been left. Left to deal with the sins of his drink, left to deal with the guilt of knowing the name of the girl who he killed with nothing more than his words.

Ability: Theodore had a strong affiliation with water throughout his life. Being an Aquarius, being a drunk, convincing a girl that she was so useless, that she should drown herself. Theodore has abstract control over water. He can summon great deals of it, and encase himself in it as a shield (which, when he accumulates enough water, even bullets can't reach him), he can breathe underwater, and can clean and heal human wounds. Theodore's water abilities more-or-less can't be used to fight, and forces him to go against his insecurities and align himself with people who can.

[Golden Emblem]

KM8: Approved.

SD: Approved.

Griffin: Approved.

[Admin]

OOC: Joined...

[Golden Emblem]

OOC: Brandon, you're approved.

[Griffin]

OOC: Brandon, you're brilliant.

[ProMetaAnaTelo]

Name: Gregory Smith

Gender: Male

Age: 73

Appearance: A short man, 4 foot 5 and very wrinkly. He has long, grey hair that's tied back in a pony-tail with a scraggly beard. He's very frail and wears large glasses to see.

He often wears sandals, Hawaiian floral pattern T-Shirts and shorts that end above his knees. He has false teeth and is very weak. He walks with a gimpy leg from a gunshot wound from Vietnam.

Personality: He's a very quiet old man who keeps to himself, mostly. He never married in his life and lived alone in a small house with his dog named Pat. The only time he usually spoke to anyone was trips to the grocery or barber and to shoo children from his yard.

Weapon(s): None.

History: He was recruited in his late 20s for the Vietnamese war. Before his time there he was a baseball star in highschool and received average grades. He was a prankster and caused a lot of trouble in his time.

During his service the enemy surrounded his unit as they were in a city and they were forced to hole up in an apartment, shooting off the enemy as they tried to enter inside. The battle was bloody and casualties were many on each side, but neither force was properly equipped to do anything other than shoot.

When all hope seemed lost Gregory braved the final enemy rush as they came up the stairs. Every man in the unit besides Gregory and a medic were killed in the last rush as were the Vietnamese attackers.

Gregory, fueled with rage from his encounter mutilated the corpses of the attackers and a few children that were known to pelt soldiers with small stones and balls of dirt. The field medic, horrified, shot Gregory in the leg and wrestled the shovel he used to mutilate a child from him.

The entire incident was overlooked and Gregory was lucky enough to be allowed to live a normal life afterwards, still haunted by the memories. He lived a peaceful and gentle life from that point on, donating to many charities and keeping little money to himself.

On the day of the rapture he was in the city for tools to do woodworking when it happened. He discovered his power accidentally and beat off attackers with a fire hydrant he ripped up from the ground.

Ability: Gregory can suddenly release strength from seemingly nowhere. His muscle mass increases to a disgusting level so he looks like some sort of sick bodybuilder. His skin grows to the toughness of leather and he has enough strength to push cars over with average effort.

This only lasts for a short time, however and he'll eventually weaken quickly and collapse on the ground pathetically.

This sudden influx of strength relates to the event in Vietnam where he was filled with sudden hatred and adrenaline causing him to murder.

[killerinstinct]

Too many guys.

Name: Elvina Senka

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Appearance: Elvina is more on the tall side, with a slender body. She has long, layered wavy black hair, that reaches her waist, and bangs across the forehead. She is pale, and her eyes are blue-grey, which can make her seem witch-like. Dressed very simply, she wears a knee-length black dress and sandals.

Personality: Though she's secretive and can be distant, Elvina is very kind, and thought to be like a loving mother. She can be cold and direct when the situation asks for it, but she always has a warm smile to those she care for.

Weapon(s): On the day the Rapture occured, Elvina was in her garage. She had grabbed the first thing that was near her; a rake.

History: Having lost her mother in a car accident at a very young age, Elvina was raised solely by her father who, although gave her everything she needs when it comes to food, clothes, and shelter, was never the caring kind. They rarely communicated, so much that she never even knew what he did for a living.

As she grew older, Elvina started neglecting more and more her studies and getting as many part-time jobs as she could, saving all the money she could. At 16, she asked to be emancipated, to which her father agreed to. She finished high school, and went on to take on small jobs, living with just what she needed to get by, in a small house.

At 22 years old, Elvina managed to get a job in an orphanage, taking care of the children. She was very loved, and she enjoyed working there.

But Elvina has a big fault: she's fascinated by the dark arts, and card reading. God had strictly forbidden people from approaching black magic, and from attempting to read the future. While she was aware it was forbidden, she gave in to temptation. Soon, she secretly began practicing dark magic in the garage. When she mastered tarot reading, Elvina started making more money by reading people's future. For the next few years, she lived working in the orphanage at day, and card reading at night.

Elvina would sometimes try to read her own future. A few days before the Rapture, the cards couldn't tell her anything; as much as she'd try, the cards always told her odd things, and were never clear.

Ability: Ironically, while the dark arts were forbidden, her training served some purpose in the end for the Rapture. Elvina is able to control shadows. When there isn't much light, Elvina's powers are strongest; she can make the shadows in the form of monsters that can attack. In broad daylight, her powers are weak, but she is still able to control people's (and creature's) shadows, although the damage doesn't compare to when her powers are used in darker hours. Just like she can control others' shadows, she can control her own. It is her defense method, although it can only protect against minor injuries.

[Golden Emblem]

OOC: Kinda and PMTA are both approved. We'll be starting soon.

[Cetasaurus]

Golden Emblem, may I add a sentence to the description of my character's ability?

[Griffin]

Lemme answer for her: You can modify your character before the RP starts an just say you've done so it can be checked.

[Cetasaurus]

Thanks Griffin. 8)
I'll just add it at the very end then.

[shadowdeath]

OOC: Changed my char to an oldie now. Thought it would fit more.

[Wulfi]

OOC: I'm gonna join soon, as in either tonight or tomorrow sometime. One quick question: where exactly is this all taking place? In what country or city is this focused...?

[Golden Emblem]

Jun 14, 2010 20:14:35 GMT -5 Wulfi said:

OOC: I'm gonna join soon, as in either tonight or tomorrow sometime. One quick question: where exactly is this all taking place? In what country or city is this focused...?

OOC: Anywhere, North America. I know it doesn't help you, but I want people to focus on the situation, not the place. A definite city may be determined later.

Also, it starts tomorrow.

[Wulfi]

OOC: okay, I'll get my app in by midnight. I just wanted to know because my character is either gonna be from Poland or Germany... Thanks!

[Golden Emblem]

T-Plus 30 Minutes Since Rapture

It was almost like something you would see from a news report on some war-torn land, or a science fiction movie. There were people running around screaming, fires burning, cars rolling down the road, and better yet, strange beings chasing the remaining humans, and killing whoever they managed to catch. Rapture had taken place after long last, and the remaining humans were slow to get used to the idea of a world infested by demons.

It had started with people disappearing in droves, almost as if they never existed. The bus driver had ceased to exist, the doctors operating on your heart faded from sight, as had many others. It seemed as if, from early guesses, children were automatically taken, as the youngest people left after the Rapture were in their teens. That was one blessing of all this, as they did not have to see what happened next.

Highways had become disaster zones, with people either getting stuck in wreckage or killed by demons bursting from vehicles that had belonged to their human selves. Airplanes began to drop from the sky, landing in fields, the ocean, or worse yet, on buildings. While some small towns were having good luck, cities were the place of disasters.

By that point, the remaining people had heard the word of God which said that the remaining humans were given abilities to fight these demons, and that if they defeated enough, Heaven would be in their grasp. If not, they would have to live for seven full years on this Earth before God came down and cast the demons away from the land. The only problem with this was that panic was prevailing, causing many not to even try using their talents.

One man was in the process of trying to shoot one of the demons with a shotgun that he had amazingly kept in his car previous to Rapture. The demon he was fighting was a mix of a triceratops, octopus, and dog, with the body and fur of a dog, the head of the triceratops, and tentacles pouring out from where horns should have been. The man shooting at this demon managed to get off one shot, damaging a tentacle, before another grabbed him, lifted him into the air, and slammed him into the air with a loud crack. He had been pounded so hard into the ground that his skull had been destroyed, allowing brain matter to leak from his head as the demon dragged him towards his mouth in order to feast.

To think that this demon had been a mid-aged woman who looked as if she would be part of a church group would be unbelievable, but Garrett had seen her half an hour ago, laughing with some friends as she munched on a crispy shrimp. He had been there, waiting for his lunch to come, when the Rapture began. His guest for lunch, along with other patrons, had disappeared, and several other patrons began to turn into demons, including the one he was watching slurp up intestines. Garrett had reacted on instinct, grabbing the closest weapon (a trident from the wall) and smacking a transforming demon on the head with it before running for his life. Even now, some blood dripped from the trident, red on silver.

There were only seven demons in the street, with around twenty humans visible to them (Garrett was hiding in an ally, and he could only think of all the other people or demons in the buildings around them). However, the demons were systematic in their destruction, and the humans chaotic in their terror. One human actually managed to call a lightning bolt from the sky and kill a demon, but another beast that was very similar to a medusa of old snuck up behind him and bit the unlucky soul on the neck, causing him to drop.

“Christ,” Garrett cursed, whispering to himself as he watched the carnage. “How the fuck am I going to get out of this one?”

Garrett didn’t even have an idea of what his “power” was. He hadn’t thought much past trying to get out of the city and maybe meet up with someone he knew to go further north. However, people he knew would be a problem. Most of his friends were in prison or current gang members, so he wasn’t expecting them to still be human. In fact, he wondered why he was still human for another moment, before trying to glance around. Maybe there was another person near him he could talk to...

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton was near Garret. He had been walking alone down the streets when Rapture occurred. Fighting demons? Special powers? What kind of a world was this? Since when did God exist anyways? He looked around, watching a demon start chasing a man down an empty road. He noticed the man's fingertips were sparking, but the beast lashed out a massive hand and took hold of the human before wringing his neck. Cleyton cringed and ran from the sight. He looked around. Was anyone surviving?

[Wulfi]

[OOC: (sorry I'm late.... ;; orz)

Name: Geramie Kasprzak (pronounced "gehrr-ah-mee kahs-perr-zhahk", or in plain English, simply Geramie "Casper-zack")

Gender: Male

Age: Somewhere between 16 and 17...

Appearance: Fluffy, wavy golden blond hair, blue-gray eyes, about 5'8"-ish. Click here for line-art. (Because I was lazy short on time.)

Personality: Geramie, while typically quiet and shy around strangers, is very warm to people when he speaks to them. He won't usually initiate a conversation but will respond with a certain glow about him that shows politeness and genuine interest. He tends to be very alert and soft-spoken, and doesn't like violence between people at all. Though timid, Geramie has a strong urge to help people, and will do anything to keep the allies he has made along the way.

Weapon(s): Nothing, really... He's not too good with the concept of battle, though he knows how to run. The only thing he really can use is his ability.

History: Geramie was the kid who really felt like they had no definite place in life. Born and raised in Poland, Geramie was passed along various foster families, nearly experiencing a different one each year or so. He'd seen many a thing in regards to spousal abuse and domestic violence, and sadly, had experienced much of it himself. He'd been in the presence of both Christianity and Satanism alike. Nothing in his like was permanent or absolute. Life was always changing for him.

With so much ebb and flow in his location, Geramie began to feel excluded and unsettled. He really didn't talk too much, and had no real friends. He'd experienced so much within the sphere of the home, yet all of these morals and habits were conflicting to him. There was no solid ground.

One day Geramie learned that a family in North America who had connections to one of his previous families wanted to take him in. He was flown over to the new continent (and nearly had a panic attack along the way, poor thing) and introduced to the Dennis family.

He stayed with them a week before the Rapture occurred. All of them were gone... except for the father, who in his beastly rage tried to attack him. Geramie ran. He ran and ran and ran as far was his terrified body could take him. He struggled to find anyone, anyone at all!

That is where our story begins.

(...the eye-patch will be explained later. lol)

Ability: Geramie has an odd power, to say the least. He is able to have black arrows (not in the archery sense, but in terms of the symbol) extend from his body. Small black portals can open up on anywhere on his body and black arrow, appearing to be endlessly long, will come out of his form. He can use these to protect himself or to aid others or himself in various ways, but the amount of arrows depends on his remaining energy and stamina.

The arrows represent his lack of direction, ironically. They also represent his need for a solid life, something final and unchanging in his world. They are figments of confusion and hurt, in regards to him.


Sorry for lateness... again. Haha...ha... ;;;;; Forgive me, I just found this today...]

[Griffin]

"FUCK YOU GOD! SERIOUSLY! I WAS SO CLOSE! SO GODDAMN CLOSE AND YOU TURN MY ONLY FUCKING LEAD INTO A GODDAMN BUG!?"

Reh screamed this to the heavens on his knees in an old warehouse. Not because he was in the praying mood or anything, but rather because of the five inch gash along his calf. Reh had spent days tracking leads on his missing sister and he finally caught the gang's money launderer out by himself. He was having a pleasant time kicking his face in to extract information when Rapture occurred and turned the only placid gang accountant into a giant praying mantis like demonic creature.

The resulting battle lasted nearly twenty minutes, most of the time involved dodging, rolling, and strafing attacks, learning the creature's battle strategy. His newfound agility and battle analysis was hardly noticed by him, as was his change in eye color to two dark eyes. He finally caught a weak point: the mantis's left leg shuddered when it struck with its right pincer. So when it aimed its right pincer at Reh's head, he slid past it, grazing his leg on the spines on the pincer, and jammed his knife into the back of the mantis's knee, collapsing the beast as it shrieked with horrific pain. Reh then happily let three rounds from his pistol into the beast's head before dropping to his knees with anger, one eye returning to its original green.

After his output of rage, he fell to one side, landing on his hip. He tore off a piece of his undershirt with his knife and tied it around his leg to hold the bleeding until he could find aid.

But before he could get find it, he needed to figure out what in hell was going on outside.

He got up and walked rather easily to the entrance of the warehouse, gazing out upon all the destruction laid out before him. Unconsciously, his eyes turned green and he made his way for a back exit, moving amongst the alleyways to avoid further combat.

[Golden Emblem]

OOC: Lisa, approved.

[Golden Emblem]

Garrett didn't even notice Cleyton at first, as his mind was reeling with all of what was going on around him. However, after a minute of standing and trying to think, he turned to go deeper into the alley and noticed Cleyton standing there. Garrett couldn't help but smirk a little, knowing that at least one human was smart enough to avoid the street and not fight the demons head on. The only problem was that he didn't particularly enjoy company.

"Eh, if you want to follow me, you better keep up," Garrett told him, in a rather gruff voice. Garrett was used to intimidating people, especially with the fact that he was fairly tall and muscular, and, in wearing a black muscleshirt (there had been a jacket, but it was still sitting in the restaurant), showed the gang mark on his shoulder. "We've got to get away from these things."

Garrett carried his trident and moved on deeper into the alley, going deeper into the connected paths to try and find a way that led them to a quieter part of town. On his saunter down the corridor, he noticed movement, and paused for a second until Reh came into view. While he was grateful it was another person, he was also not grateful for finding yet another mouth to listen to.

"....Yo."

[Griffin]

Reh was too preoccupied to noticed the new arrival. He was intently studying a wall of graffiti and was deciphering what the "artistic" blocky script said.

"Bloods..." he muttered to himself.

He found the name of the gang who kidnapped Lidda. He also learned a key number of things: one of the men he killed back when his big deal went bad was a member of the Bloods. Contrary to their name, killing people isn't high in their list of activities. Instead, robberies, break-ins, and especially "public art" are their most common activities. Reh didn't see much of the Bloods from his drug selling days, though he ran into a few and assumed that the drugs were for personal use, not to sell on the market. Lastly, he learned their gang mark, a "paw print": three cigarette burns on the right shoulder. These are the people he would look for.

He got up off his knee from examining the wall of graffiti. Being able to identify their territory would prove useful. As his eyes turned back to two colors again, he noticed Garrett at the far end of the alley. Quickly, he pulled the hunting rifle off his back, flipped off the safety, and pulled back the lever, aiming it down the alley.

"Who are you!?" he yelled at Garrett.

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton tilted his head as the human spoke. He followed wordlessly. He noticed them approaching a third human. He listened to Garret and Reh's exchange, still without speaking, hardly moving.

[Golden Emblem]

Garrett didn't really feel like getting shot at the moment, and someone aiming a hunting rifle at him was not on his top list of things he wanted to do before he died. He hadn't thought that people were going to be driven insane by what was going on with the Rapture, but he was starting to understand that he would have to tread wary, in case lunatics like this threatened him with guns.

Did he really care to be civil, though?

"You know what, I'm sick of this shit," Garrett told him, being as honest as possible. "You're going to point a gun at me and demand MY name when the world has gone to shit and demons are killing people left, right, and centre? No, just fucking no. I want your name first, and then an apology would work great for being a dick."

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton had leaned against a wall, still watching the two, also staying alert for whatever the demon things were. He laughed quietly to himself as Garret reprimanded the other man. Still, though, he was curious as to what their names were.