Rapture Days

[Cetasaurus]

((Is there a posting order I'm breaking? I just thought of that... x.x sorry.))

[Golden Emblem]

Jun 15, 2010 22:54:59 GMT -5 Cetasaurus said:

((Is there a posting order I'm breaking? I just thought of that... x.x sorry.))

(The only post order here is the one that happens naturally. Don't worry about it. )

[Griffin]

"Are you serious? We're in the middle of hell here I'm just trying to be safe!"

He paused...his eyes flickering to green for a moment...then back.

"You know what? Fine." He lowered his rifle and slung it onto his back. "My name's Ron. Ron Morrison."

He started walking toward Garrett. "And no, I'm not apologizing for watching my ass. With these crazy bug things running around, I'll take any humans I find. And yes, I do know you're back there," Reh said, nodding behind Garrett toward Cleyton. Continually suspect, Reh made sure that his knife was ready in his boot and his handgun ready to be grabbed resting under his shirt on his back to strike back, or first, at any threat these two made toward him.

[Cetasaurus]

((Alright, thanks.))

Cleyton was very much amused. It showed in his teal eyes. It seemed everyone was pretty high-strung. Suddenly he found he had gone invisible. He looked down at his feet, then held up a hand. Neat, he thought. I guess we really do have powers. He made himself reappear, testing what how to control it. He appeared, disappeared, appeared, laughed.

[Golden Emblem]

Garrett had to glance over to his companion, just to see him disappear and reappear several times, before laughing to himself, which evicted a smile from Garrett. Even in the worst of times, people could actually laugh, which was something to be thankful for. Being invisible would be a handy ability, and Garrett had to wonder what kind of ability he would have. He didn't want to have something like one of the poor bastards on the street had, or he might end up just like them.

"Ron, eh? Garrett pondered, before re-adjusting the way he held his trident, so that he could bring it in front of him in case "Ron" tried to charge at him. "I'm Garrett, and I have no idea who the hell he is. But, when you're watching your ass, make sure it doesn't involve threatening the lives of other people, okay? All we need is you to misfire that fucking thing, and get the dinosaur dog tentacle thing over here..."

[Cetasaurus]

"You can call me Cley," Cleyton said. "Nice to meet you."

[Griffin]

Reh stopped his approach when Cleyton vanished. When he reappeared, then disappeared again, Reh remembered the voice of God mention abilities and powers. He knew Cleyton's now, but Garrett's was still unknown. Hell, he still wasn't fully aware of his own.

"Dino dog...what? What the hell are you talking about? The thing that did this to my leg was a big fucking mantis thing." He sighed to himself. His eyes shifted green, deep in thought about what was going on. He raised his head to Garrett, "Guess we still have lots of question about just...just what's..." he couldn't continue. Reh's analytical eyes caught the mark upon Garrett's shoulder.

"Bloods...paw print..."

His breathing intensified. He felt adrenaline race through his veins. His eyes shifted black. With almost a snarl, he said lowly, "You're with the Bloods."

He drew the handgun at his back, hopped back, and shot two rounds around Garrett's feet. "Try to draw that fucking trident and you'll never walk straight again."

[Cetasaurus]

Cley frowned. "Chill, dude," he said. "I vote we forget the past. There aren't 'Bloods' anymore. We're all still stuck here for a reason. We're all not demons for a reason. We're all about to change, if we haven't already." He smiled again and faded. This was so cool.

[Golden Emblem]

Garrett gave Cleyton... where ever he might be at the moment, being gone from sight, a wicked glare. "Listen, I'll calm the hell down when he stops shooting fucking bullets at my feet for no goddamn reason!"

Garrett was getting angry now. If one looked at his hands closely enough, his nails had darkened a great deal, and almost resembled claws as they gripped his trident, before deciding to open his mouth to speak to Reh. "Listen, you've had a bad experience with the Bloods. You know what? I'm sorry ya did. But I'm an ex-Blood, thanks very much, and I only have this brand because I don't want to cut my flesh off to remove it, thanks."

Garrett was actually snarling as he continued on. "I don't like getting shot at, and unless you want to end up with this trident shoved down your throat, you'll buzz off!"

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton walked between the two. He'd been in many fights and he knew how to disarm weapons... and he'd never had the advantage of being invisible. "Guys, I"m between you two," he warned, and reappeared. "Damn, you two are at each other's throats and it hasn't been five minutes since we met. Maybe God is smarter than we think, getting rid of so many humans. Look, everyone's freaking out and making mistakes. Let's all forget these past moments, eh?"

[Griffin]

"No goddamn reason!? You bastards kidnapped my sister!" Reh yelled right over Garrett's words, unintentionally ignoring Cleyton. His Murderer state caused him to focus solely on his target.

Truly, Reh had no clue how to deal with Garrett and his claims to being an ex-Blood. When Cleyton spoke up, it caught his attention as there was a possible obstruction for his bullets. "Hey Cley, being invisible isn't the best for you right now, cause if I start spraying bullets at your gang friend over there, I can't assure your well-being," Reh said, blazing with sarcasm.

"And speaking of the gang friend, tell me about the people who took my sister and I'll let you leave alive. I know how gangs work. They like to share stories of their scores and conquests and I bet kidnapping a little girl would cause a lot of chatter." Quickly, he remembered the invisible Cleyton and he drew the knife from his boot just in case.

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton sighed and backed away, heading off to lean against the wall again. "On second thought, I'll let you two kill each other. I don't know who to support here. I'll give you a shout if a demon comes close." He fell silent and still, just watching.

[Golden Emblem]

Garrett didn't know what was going on anymore. He hadn't been part of the Bloods for at least two years, and kidnapping a little girl would have been something he would have been very vocal to complain about. But, the more the two men around him spoke, the more Garrett's blood began to boil, and the more he began to change.

It seemed as if he was growing in size, and if that was not an issue, he seemed to be sprouting dark brown fur at the same time, covering any and all visible skin. Bones creaked and cracked as his body shifted, and a snout grew from his face. Claws were fully grown now, and as things shifted more and more, soon Garrett was not standing there. Instead, there was a bigger form, that of a werewolf of lore. Had he changed into a demon?

Thankfully Cleyton was out of the way, for Garrett's target was Reh. He simply sniffed the air for now, and began to step towards the gunslinger slowly, trying to be as non-threatening as possible.

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton's eyes widened as he watched the transformation. That was just creepy.

[Griffin]

"What the...what the fuck are you!?" The sudden shock of this wolfish creature stumbled Reh's Murderer persona and his eyes shifted normal. His fear caused him to loose two rounds at Garrett but, fortunately for the beast, his fear shook his aim so much that he missed by several feet. He focused heavily, now aware he was not the man he was minutes ago: tactical, aware, focused. He knew his power now too.

Reh focused and slammed his eyes shut just for a second as they shifted green. Reh started moving backwards, his hands returning to the hunting rifle on his back. "Stop moving or three rounds go into your furry head," he said, now calm and determined to survive...to figure everything out. "Is this...transformation...your power?"

[Golden Emblem]

Garrett could understand Reh perfectly, so he decided to stay still as eyes focused on him. He really didn't want to be the focus of attention right now, and he wasn't sure he liked being a... whatever he was. He couldn't seem to speak in this form, so a simple nod would have to get Reh to understand that this seemed to be his power.

In this form, he had a much better sense of smell, so he could identify that the demons were further away from them, and wouldn't be coming close anytime soon. However, there was a tiny problem. Since he hadn't exactly chosen to change, he didn't know how to change back. Glancing at Reh and Cleyton, he gave them pleading eyes and a tad of a whine, as if saying "I have no idea what to do right now".

[Griffin]

Reh felt overwhelmingly sympathetic for the man who moments ago he was ready to beat information out of and then kill in cold blood.

"Garrett, I don't know what to do. You're not being aggressive and I doubt I could take you in a fight like this...but I need information on my sister and you're my only lead. How can I believe that you're ex...ex-Blood..."

Slowly, something was coming together in his mind. He unconsciously lowered his rifle as his mind unwound an image of Garrett's paw print side by side the the paw print of the money launderer.

"Your print is faded..."

After years outside the gang, Garrett's print healed and faded to pale marks instead of the firm dark marks of an active member.

"Garrett, I believe you. I don't trust you worth shit though. Hell, I don't trust anyone though. But if you can show me where the Bloods gather, where I can find people, I won't kill you. Deal?"

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton kind of smirked at the beast's helplessness, though he pitied Garret too. That looked like a strange power. He was glad his own was much simpler. Cleyton's teal eyes expressed he was studying the wolf, trying to figure out what had caused the transformation and what would change it back. Garret had certainly seemed, angered, frustrated by... Ron, was it? Cleyton pulled a harmonica from his pocket and began to play, seeming to be doing so absentmindedly as Reh spoke. He was glad they weren't going to kill each other.

[ProMetaAnaTelo]

Gregory limps through a store with his bag, looting the cans and cans of beans and ramen noodles. Anything that would be soft on his old teeth.

Sardines. He smiles and drops a few cans into his bag. Tuna. Even better.

He fills his bag with the foodstuffs and limps around, grabbing a liquor bottle off of a rack in the fridge-wall.

As he limps out of the room on his cane he hears music. Harmonica. A smile splits across his face as he wobbles out towards the melody. He spots three people turning around a corner.

The old man, encumbered with food and booze and a gimpy leg, hobbles to them with his eyes and ears set on the music.

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton stopped playing as he noticed the stranger approaching. He pocket the instrument. "Guys," he said to 'Ron' and Garret. "There's an old dude who seems to want to join us."

[killerinstinct]

Minutes before Rapture, Elvina was in her garage, crouched in front of a small table, trying to read into her future using tarot cards... a practice she had started a few years ago with no failure, until a about a week ago.

"Why isn't it working?!" She cried out in frustration, something that didn't happen to her too often, "why can't I read anything clearly? I was able to every single time until now... what's going on?"

She tried again. She pulled the first card from her deck, and turned it around...

Judgement.

Of all the cards she pulled, none made sense, but this one made even less sense. It was a card that kept coming back over and over, no matter how many tries Elvina did. Judgement... in tarot reading, it was one of the hardest cards to read. It generally meant resurrection, but what it meant in this situation, Elvina couldn't understand quite yet.

"What if..."

What if it is Judgement in the literal sense, was what Elvina wanted to say, but before she could finish her sentence, a voice rang out in the sky.

"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."

Judgement. In the end, her reading was telling the truth after all. Fear struck Elvina's heart. She suddenly stood up and went to the corner of the garage. Back against the wall, she slumped to her knees, face in hands. And she waited, waited for the worse to happen. Waited for the pain to come all over her body, as it would change, as it would transform...

But a few minutes later, and Elvina felt nothing. She slowly took her hands away from her face, and looked at them. Still the same, pale hands she ever had. She touched her face, her hair. Nothing seemed different. Her body was the same... Could it be that nothing happened to her after all? Was she spared from the hell she thought was so close?

"Oh Lord, after all the sins I have committed, you deemed me worth saving?" The young woman said under her breath, slowly standing up. She decided she'd question God's decision later; now, she needed to get a hold of the situation. She grabbed the rake that lied next to her, and slowly went out the garage door.

Dark, dismal, was what Elvina saw at first. And emptiness. There wasn't a soul around, as though everyone vanished... which was probably the case. There were grunting, screaming, screeching, all sorts of horrible noises that can be heard in the distance. The work of Lucifer... somehow, those who remained human must fight off these demons. But how? How was Elvina supposed to fight them off? The Lord had spoken of abilities... but how was she supposed to know what it was? How was she to use it?

No time for questions, she thought, first, I must try to find other people...

And Elvina began walking. Going through alleys and more deserted parts of the city in order to avoid any fighting, she continued on for who knew how long. She'd see from time to time strange forms in the distance, but she'd always change direction and walk as far as possible from the monsters. How long had it been since Rapture began? More than half an hour? It felt like hours to the young lady. As she continued walking, wondering who she would find, she heard gunshots in the distance, and stopped dead track. Guns. There was a person, definitely. Fighting a demon? Who knew. But she wasn't going to leave them alone. Right now, what was needed were people with abilities to help her fight.

She ran, as fast as she could, to where she thought she heard the gunshots. She slowed down, as she was beginning to get lost... until she heard the harmonica. Gunshots, then harmonica? That didn't make any sense, but Elvina followed the sound, until she found the source. Two men, and a beast. She took on a defensive stance, rake in hand, as she looked at the... wolf-like creature.

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton tilted his head as yet another person approached them. He smiled at her, then turned his attention back to Garret and Reh. He pulled out his harmonica again and started up a sad and somewhat eerie tune.

[Golden Emblem]

Garrett nodded, and he noticed that two more people had joined them, one being an older gentleman, and the other being the first living woman he had seen since the Rapture. He was worried, however, since they looked as if they thought he might be a demon and attack him for it. He tried to focus on changing back to what he looked like when he was a human, and not this werewolf looking thing. As he did that, and listened to the harmonica, he began to notice changes. The transformation was faster this time, and soon enough he was human again. Thankfully, his ability allowed him to retain his clothing.

“How about we talk about this later?” Garrett asked of Reh, really not wanting to answer a million questions about the Bloods at the moment. “We went from three people to five, and I think we should go around the circle and introduce ourselves. Or some shit like that.”

[ProMetaAnaTelo]

He pants and tries to stand straight, but his arched back doesn't make the feat easy for Gregory.

"Son, how much for that... that harmonica?"

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton was relieved when Garret changed back into a human.

At the suggestion of re-introductions, he stopped playing and began to spin the little instrument in his left hand as he simply stated, "I"m Cley." He raised an arm in greeting then let it drop. He took to playing again and wondered what would happen if he disappeared while holding something. The instrument had gone invisible with him while it was in his pocket... Cley faded from sight, the harmonica vanished as well. He wondered if he could turn other people or large objects invisible as well...

He reappeared and looked at the old man. "Sorry, dude. I don't need cash anymore. The world just ended."

[Griffin]

Reh breathed out heavily, his eyes shifting normal. "Swear to me Garrett, you'll give me what I need to know. I NEED what you know. But, yeah, we need to figure out what's going on."

At this moment, Reh felt camaraderie toward Garrett. Whether it was that he valued him as a resource, it was a case of "the enemy you know and the one you don't", or the fact that he hadn't killed him and these new folks may. Reh figured people would be less friendly toward the one with the most hardware so, in plain view of everyone, he slipped his knife back into his boot, ejected the clips from his pistols and rifle, and laid them at his feet. "You guys don't seem like demons...let's work together, eh?"

[killerinstinct]

Elvina watched, amazed, as Garrett turned back to human. Perhaps he wasn't part of the demons Lucifer had cursed... perhaps this was his ability. After all, those doomed to go to Hell cannot turn human again.

Her blue eyes moved to the other people, as she took on a more relaxed stance. "My name is Elvina", she softly spoke, "and I agree with... um, the young sir."

[Griffin]

Reh scoffed, "Young sir? The name's Rrrron. Ron Morrison..." he said quickly, forgetting his alias for a moment, almost saying his commonly public name, Ray.

Reh is utterly convinced that his dad was wasted when he named him, considering his name sounds like a drunk man's belch. Only his sister and his oldest friend knows his real name. To the public, he is Ray, not Reh. But in these circumstances when no one can be honestly trusted, his lies of names will suffice.

"OK, so allow me. I'm Ron. Beastie Boy over there is Garrett. Invis-o-man, the harmonica guy, is Cleyton. Cley, whatever. The girl is Elvina. And uhh...Oldly-Locks over there is named...?"

[Cetasaurus]

Cleyton smirked. Invis-o-man, harmonica guy, Cley whatever. He was starting to like this Ron fellow.

[Golden Emblem]

"Yeah yeah, but I've been away from them for a while, so my information might not work out for you anymore," Garrett grumbled, trying to move away from the subject of the Bloods. It was part of his past he wasn't exactly proud of, and "Ron" was just pouring salt into the wound. It didn't help that he was also given the title of 'Beastie Boy' now. "And, unlike Ron told you, I'm not a fucking beastie boy. And, okay, introductions are done, now I suggest we get out of these alleys and try to move, I don't know, away from here?"

There was a distant rumble, as if from a giant footstep. It seemed as if more demons were going towards the city core, and the group was in a spot which was right on the way.