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 | Posted On: 09/30/2009 At: 5:08:41 PM |
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THE BACK STORY
Middle to Late 1500's ~
The Divine One, a being that was Godly upon this world. Genderless, though normally mentioned in writing as female. She, with the powers of all six elements;
Fire.
Water.
Wind.
Earth.
Dark.
Light.
She had the power to control all beings underneath her. Either destruction by her hand or mercy under her wing. She was an accepting God. Forgiving and understanding. Though, punishing and scornfull when need be. The world she created was magnificent. But as always, there was a devil in mind at play. Wanting, watching, and waiting. That power was something any evil would crave. All that would be needed to get it was strength, craze, and guts. And one man, in specific, had all three. Taking up an offer from the Divine One herself, she let him into her heart like all other. Unseeing the chaos and evil that lurked under his brow. And as she let him closer, without her attention towards him, he lashed himself upon her. A normal human would not be able to dare chance their strength against such a powerful being. Except for the fact, he wasn't any mortal human. Earlier, before he came before her with his lies, he took a deal with a real devil. Gaining that devil's powers and in return, after he gained rule over the world, he must make a world to inhabit not only the slavery of man kind, but the living of devils and demons alike. With obvious agreement, he shown this God his powers of the devil and turnned her to stone. Remember the devil's words carefully. They were like instructions more rather.
"To stone yee shall turn God. For if not, She shall be reborn as all our trouble and fight be to lost."
She remained solid in stone, a top of her mountain where the man, now the new God became ruler. Taking all her powers to his own. He smirked an evil and sinister grin over his lips and his brow narrowed. He glanced upon his new world. His kingdom. Rose his hands and welcomes Hell upon Earth. Little did he know, before he was able to comeplete his task of ridding her by stone, he cut a strand of hair from her head. It flickering into the wind and far from the mountain top. Winding and Twisting as it shreaded into six, almost invisible size strands and parted ways. In each strand carried her soul and one element. Only to be reborn into a new child to come. Them being the choosen six that will have the power to fight back and return their world to order and save it from damnation. It was later that a myth and prophecy was born. One stating that six of the Divine shall come together in the end after descrution and return the eye of mercy upon the world.
Twenty-First Century ~
Each of the six beings had been reborn and within them reincarnated the Divine One herself. One carried the power of fire. One water. Another Earth. And the other three, one wind, dark, and light. Though, not yet have they awakened to their power. Still unknownn of the greatness and prophecy that is instilled within them. Three months waited. Midnight of the three month date. Three months that will travel by quickly and at the end, change their lives forever. Each soon to aquire a Gem with immense elemental power in which was chosen for them years ago.
During this time, the man that took over the power of God, now calling himself the Mundane One, made himself home upon the mountain. Looking and grinning over his achievement. The status of the Divine. Along with a hundred of freely chosen minions as he called them that heeded to his every will. Humans, they were. Damned humans that choice it better to be friends with the devil himself than risk being slaughtered and worked to death like a pig by them. Each minion possessing the very power of the Divine herself from the Mundane One. Letting them uphold a Gem with just mearly enough power to sustain a gradual elemental ability. He figured they deserved sucha small treat, after all, it was his dirty work they were finishing for him.
oOºo_Victoria Lôvenhart_oºOo
The time was almost midnight, the bright full moon risen high within the star lit sky shown that itself. Victoria propped herself up with her arms and elbows on her slightly untidy bed, leaning her head back as she gazed out the open window. The cool, yet warm breeze blew in from time to time, pushing back her hair from her face as it danced in the wind behind her, then fell to her shoulders as the breeze dissipated. That stars twinkled in the sky as she fell back onto the bed, deep in thought.
Her brother, her twin, her other half. Lost. Gone. Missing. She hasn't seen him in almost ten years now. Victoria closed her eyes, hearing the clattering of night workers in the distance in the near city which her and her family once lived. Controlled by the one known as the Mundane One and his minions. Over run with them. The people used as slaves for their own humor and bidding.
She swore, that night and each night before, since the night she lost her family, that she would set her people free from this crazed madness and forever darkness, and find her beloved lost brother. She softly mumbled to herself.
"One day... One day......"
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| [ Edited by: Hilde154 on 09/30/2009 5:09:29 PM ] | |
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[Devon Borden]
Sweat trickled down his forehead as Devon's breathing became heavier. He let his quarter staff fall from his hand as his knees hit the floor. He couldn't believe the pain in his chest and soreness in his thighs. He put his hands up, in surrender.
"Boy, you're pathetic," Mercedes chimed, walking lightly over to him and sitting down calmly beside him. Devon turns his dark eyes towards her, gritted his teeth and leaned in close to her. Before she had a chance to react, his hand went flying through his hair, vigorously digging through the short hairs, causing the sweat that had accumulated on his head to go flying in all directions in a large spray, mostly landing on Mercedes.
"Ha! Take that!" he triumphantly pumped his arms, earning a shot of annoyance from his girlfriend. With a smile, he shoved himself to his feet, almost missing the first step as he stumbled to the mens' locker room of the gym. "I'll meet you out front in half an hour, alright?"
Devon quickly disrobed and nearly jumped into the first shower. He took his time, scrubbing himself, shampooing and conditioning his hair, which was rather pointless. While he was at it, he trimmed his gotee and a little around his eyebrows. He dried off carefully, stretching himself at the same time, noticing, with mild annoyance, the tiny bruises now covering his body. Mercedes had been rough with him, too rough. He poked a few of them and was glad to realize they were only discolorations, not painful to touch. He wondered if the few times he had whacked her did any damage.
As Devon exited, he saw Mercedes sitting on the tailgate of her truck, watching the moon.
[Mercedes Salinas]
"Alright, half an hour!" Mercedes called as Devon disappeared into the mens' locker room. She quickly turned and gathered their sparring gear, his quarterstaff and her training sais and ran them out to her truck, tucking them away quickly. When she returned, she went to the ladies' locker room, stripped, hopped in for a bit to rinse off, and dried off just as quick. All in all, she'd only taken about fifteen minutes, and as she knew Devon would take as long as possible. While she had the time, she lifted her shirt and examined the nice, long bruise across her stomach. Devon had managed to pass her guard and delivered a rather stunning blow. As she poked it, she winced.
"Very nice, Dev. You're getting better," she mumbled, arching her back and stretching out the soreness as best she could. She lightly walked out to her truck and let down the tailgate, sitting down with a content sigh. It was a beautiful night, the stars were out, and the full moon was shinning bright. She lost track of time and was jolted back to reality when the door to the gym closed behind Devon.
"Well then, come along! You have work early, and mark my words you won't be late!" Devon laughed, but instead sat down with her on the tailgate, and looked up at the sky. They stayed like that for a while, waiting, wondering.
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Leandra Arret
Leandra made her way deep into the mountain to her quarters, careful to hide her new Gem. She learned long ago to keep anything of value well hidden. The minions under her would often steal anything that looked prettier than a rock, and the demons would often use anything they could get their hands on in their own mischief. Leandra held little respect for either of the two groups except for one of the older demons, Sabel. Sabel was the one demon that knew when to leave her alone so she could go about her work in peace. At times, he would even help her. Leandra would never admit it, but Sabel was probably the one that helped her gain her high position and favor with the Mundane One.
Once safely in her quarters, Leandra locked the door. Most of the "magic" she had seen the demons perform was merely a concentration of thought and energy, so this is the method Leandra tried first. She turned to face her locked door and focused her attention on the stone walls around it. She focused her attention and willed the stone to strtch and grow. In a second, her door was completely blocked off by a new wall of stone. Pleased with herself, Leandra turned her attention elsewhere. Let's see just what this thing is capable of. The room around her became a canvas for her newfound creativity. The color of the grey stone and brown dirt took on a whole new form for her. THIS is a secret worth having. Leandra realized that she could not leave her quarters the way she made them or the other minions would get suspicious. She arranged the room to its original form and sat in a chair to begin her plans to find the Reincarnate of Earth.
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| Posted On: 10/05/2009 At: 01:09:44 AM | | | Reply Link |
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<>Vanelon Lôvenhart<>
The night had grew older... dead... and the morning began to emerge from it's remains. Van, propped up against a tree branch he had been sitting on for the night, stared up at the sky with quite the blank-faced expression. He felt somewhat cold and tired from running around earlier and knew that it was going to be an interesting day ahead. "I wonder where my next stop will be..." He whispered to himself and closed his eyes slowly. Lowering his head, Van began to rest, knowing that there wasn't much for element of surprise in the air, specifically in a tree.
A soft, but steady wind blew by the forest where he had been residing for the night. The branches and leaves rustling together had awaken Van slightly from his light rest and he had observed some of the happenings going on near by. Through some of the trees, he could see a city bursting with lots of movement. He knew it'd be best to remain where he was for now. There was no need for any events as of this time. The wind died down a bit and once again Van closed his eyes to rest. "Hmmm.." He muttered, and curled up. There would be something interesting to come along soon enough.
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| Posted On: 10/05/2009 At: 02:12:33 AM | | | Reply Link |
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~ Lea Sima ~
"Fancy a night like this... Right?" Lea said as she looked up at the stars, talking to herself, as usual. The air was nice and crisp, and the stars, were out, and shining brighter then ever it seemed. Her eyes seem to brighten up as she smiled now, just staring up at the sky, as she had her knees brought up to her chest in a cuddling position with her legs.
Lea had always wondered what it would be like to just get away from it all, to live there, in outer space. She also wondered, what it would be like to be a star in the sky, and be the one looking down at the earth. What kind of a glimpse would the star get of the planet, and the people, and the creatures that now claimed all territory as their own.
Faith was very little these days for many of the people of earth. No one knew what to do, no one knew how to react, instead, they did what they were told, when they are told to do it. How ever, for the few that were capable of escaping what some may call, worker camps, they knew what freedom was like, unless they were caught again, or else killed.
Lea on the other hand, she flat out felt she had pure luck. Nothing but luck. She knew that she was able to get away for some strange reason. She felt that some thing had helped her get away, and yet, she was not yet able to comprehend it. A womans intuition maybe? Or perhaps, just her mind playing tricks on her.
Laying back now on a sleeping bag that had been rolled out. Lea was situated in a spot in which a library in New York use to stand. The air was nice, it smelled fresh, unlike the smell of burnings remains from homes, trees, and, what ever else may have caught fire, or had been set on fire. Pulling the sleeping bag over her, she rolled over, and looked at the small fire she built, to help keep her warm, and what a fine job it was doing. Thinking now, about her family, and how she had been separated. She was holding on to small hope that her mother and father were still alive, as well as her younger brother, Perry. Though, it had been almost a year now since they had been separated, she still wanted to find them, and be reunited with them.
Shutting her eyes now, she fought back the urge to cry. Crying was the last thing she wanted to do. Slowly, she drifted off in to sleep.
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oOºo_Victoria Lôvenhart_oºOo
The screams of women echoed in Victoria's mind as she flinched, looking out the window and down along the path as it lead closer to the work site in which the minion's slaves worked for them under the Mundane One. They were beating a woman, in about her thirties, with a solid whip as she lay upon the ground on her back. Victoria, unable to fathom seeing such a sight, leaped from out the window and rushed her way quickly over towards the woman and the minion seemingly in charge. As she drew in, she swung back with her staff around, sweeping him from his feet and slamming the top metal ball into his head, knocking him out. She then turned to the woman, reaching down slowly, helping her to her feet.
"Are you alright?" Victoria asked, brushing off the shoulder of the woman, seeing some dirt that had lie there. The woman nodded and gave small thanks, but then froze. "What is it?" The woman backed away and before Victoria was able to turn and see what may be coming, she felt strong arms grasp her and hold her fast in her place. Another thieving her staff from her hand. Three men, minions, came to aid their general which she had knocked out previously. The third helping him to his feet as he gave Victoria a scornful look.
"Why you little-" Before finishing his sentence, she felt a hard hit to her stomach as she bundled over in agony. Her vision fading in and out from the pain that streamed through her body from the blow. "You'll very much regret doing that, you little wench."
Before she could see where they were taking her, feeling her body being drug off and shoved onto a cart with others, her vision blurred up more, just before she fell unconscious on the cold wooden floor of the traveling cart she was hauled on.
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~~ Aurora Gabriel ~~
The dim twilight of dawn filled the skies with shades of unimaginable beauty , dense fog rolled between the mountains and disappeared as the mighty sun rose in the sky. In a valley between two great peaks a small waterfall thundered majesticaly, causing an everlasting mist swelling up beneath it. A human figure is seen darting back and forth among the rocks peaking from the water below.
Breathing heavily Aurora's chest rises and falls smoothly, her body warm despite the frigded mists swirling around her from the cold moutain water. Moving gracefully back and forth over the jagged slabs of stone, bare feet dancing over the granite. A pair of silver sais in her hands practicing counter-attacks in her mind.
As she leaps from one stone to another, she turns ducking lowering her arm. Her bare foot catches on a jagged ledge and slides out from under her cutting open her foot. Quickly loosing balance, a loud yelp is heard in the valley, she falls hard into the cold water, loosing her sais in the process.
The young women resurfaces cringing in pain, and cursing herself.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid...uuggh"
She hesitates glacing downward, and then dives down into the pool to recrieve her weapons, takes her a few attempts to find the second. After tossing them back on to the shore she hauls herself carefully on the the ledge. She pulls a blanket and first aide kit from her pack, wrapping herself in the heavy fabric she begins to tend to the bleeding gash across the ball of her foot. Cringing in pain she wrapps it firmly, and sits in her blanket watching the sun's rays wash over into the valley.
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| Posted On: 11/25/2009 At: 10:00:28 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Leandra Arret
Leandra felt the earth quiver under her boots. The very ground she walked on seemed to recognize the power of the Gem she carried. The feeling gave Leandra a sense of ability, knowing that she had some measure of control over the Living World itself. She could ripen the fruit of a tree with a touch when she was hungry, and the rocks would build themselves up to make a shelter at her command. The natural world was hers to command.
Power is nice, Leandra, but what of your mission? The demonic voice echoed in her mind. "Get out of my head, Sabel!" Leandra glared at the one demon that might have the privelege of calling her "friend." Sabel knew how much Leandra hated his ability to enter her mind at will. She had every intention of making him remember it one day. Leandra tried to hold her stern face as the demon materialized in front of her, but she always had to laugh at the disguises he used in the Living World. Today, he appeared as a young man in a uniform.
"Creating a little mischief among the armies of the world?" Leandra knew that Sabel would be quite proud of whatever prank he was planning, but that his curiosity about her purpose for being in the Living World would win over the conversation.
"Nice attempt at distraction, Leandra, but I know you were summoned by the Mundane One. He gave you a mission and a gift, and I want to know what they are!"
Leandra pondered for a minute, and decided to go ahead and tell him. He would not interfere, and he would only reach inside her mind again if she refused. Sabel listened intently, his eyes sparkling as he heard of the Gem and her quest to find the Reincarnate.
"I wish you the best of luck then. Be on your guard, and do not fail; your life will never be the same again."
Leandra had to wonder about Sabel's cryptic farewell as he disappeared into the night. His warning in her mind, she knew it was time to begin her search. She reached into her cloak and tightly gripped the Gem. Show me your Reincarnate twin. Visions of the earth stretched out before her as she began to focus on the Gem sent out from the Divine One. She was able to see the Gem, but not its location. The Reincarnate must not know of the Gem yet or the impulse would be stronger. Leandra reached further out with her mind; perhaps she could find the Reincarnate before the Gem was found. Slowly, the visions began to focus, but not entirely.
Leandra cound make out two figures sitting on a truck. However, she could not see defining features to identify them. One would be the Reincarnate, and the other probably didn't matter. I will find you, Reincarnate. The thought escaped her mind before she realized what was happening. Leandra blinked as she saw one of the figures jerk its head in her direction. When her eyes opened, Leandra found herself back where she started. She stood stunned for a moment. Was that a dream, or did I actually communicate with my enemy? If Leandra had, in fact, left her voice impression with the very being she was hunting, her mission just became that much more difficult...
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| Posted On: 12/02/2009 At: 12:11:57 AM | | | Reply Link |
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~ Lea Sima ~
After a short while of dreaming, Lea was awakened by the vibration of the ground beneath her head, her ears picking up every little bit of the sound of feet on the ground and the sounds of cart wheels clanking along the road, and along gravel. Irritated, Lea sat up from her sleeping bag, and looked at the dim fire, but now could see the sun breaking through the clouds slowly, butm it was there, creeping along.
Reaching over, Lea grabbed two sheaths where two daggers were tucked real nicely, and set them upon her waist.
As she stood now, looking down at her sleeping back, and runnign her fingers through her hair before tossing it in to a pony tail, she turned now, in the direction of voices.
"What now?!" she groaned as she walked slowly towards some rubble to help shade her from the sights of those passing by.
Peering now, down along the road, a little ways back, but, close enough for her to make out, was a cart, no doubt full of slaves, or diseased people, being taken either to their deaths or to another completely different hell.
"How pathetic... These men are absolutely in for a shocker now. How dare them awaken me from a sound sleep. And, non-the-less, cross my path with a cart full of humans..." Lea spit on the ground, and cursed at them.
"Disrespectful. No appreciation for life and beauty. They have to detsroy everything."
Now, as the cart drew to the side of the rubble, Lea climbed up on to the top of the rubble, and looked down at two men. Smirking, she shouted at them, as she unsheated her two daggers. Jumping down now, she slammed in to the man who was beaneath her, jabbing her dagger deep in to his chest cavity, and then thrusting herself upward with her right hand, slitting the next mans throat. Both men fell immediately. As a commotion was now in order, Lea jumped on to the cart and over the top of it.
The men now scrambling.
"Where the hell?! What happened?" One man said as he walked around the side of the cart where the two mangled bodies of the men who once stood were now laying.
"Hey, up here!" Lea said softly, as the man looked up, and she jumped down on him, taking her left hand with her dagger and stabbing him in the gut, and the right hand in his neck. She then jumped back as she saw one more guard walk around the side of the cart. He looked at her, then to the ground, and then back up at her.
"Hey there. You want to play to?" She said as the mans eyes grew wide, he turned and ran away in the opposite direction.
"Aw... To bad. We would have had some fun." Lea said as she walked over grabbing a set of keys off of the newest bodily addition to the other two that had been on the ground previously. She smiled up as the people within in the cart looked at her, and yelled out in happiness.
"Relax. Geez, you people need to keep it down befroe you draw some attention." Lea said as she looked at them and walked around to the back end.
Staring at the lock she went through several little keys until she found the right one. Opening up the cart now, the people jumpe dout and ran off in different directions. Whether or not they make it is up to them.
As she watched them disappear, she turned and noticed a body of one girl laying upon the carts floor. Lea tilted her head to the side, and then shook her head.
Placing her daggers back in to her sheath now, and tossing the keys off to the side she climbed up in to the cart and picked the girls body up, as she did what was known as a fire mans carry.
"Hey girly. Come on now, don't die." Lea said as she climbed down from the cart and carried the body of the girl off towards the rubbled area, and back towards her camp site.
Once there, Lea laid the girl down on to the sleeping bag, and covered her up. Staring at her, the girl had taken quite a nasty hit from some one. Simply shaking her head now, she could not believe the kind of treatment people were getting tehse days. They did not even deserve it.
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Devon Borden
Devon's head snapped around, an eerie feeling worming its way into his heart. He slowly dismounted from the truck's tailgate and stalked in the direction he heard, or rather felt, a strange voice coming from. He couldn't explain how he felt the voice, or even what it said, but it had that sensation of seeming so... familiar. He looked out into the darkness at the edge of the parking lot, finding no answers to his little quest.
What was that? Or who? Devon clutched a hand to his chest, a bit unsure of himself at the moment. Mercedes called out to him and he slowly turned, glancing over his shoulder every few steps. He got in the truck, buckled up, and just stared out the window. It was no time at all when they pulled up to their small apartment. As Mercedes stepped out, pulling her athletic bag with her, Devon turned to her, seemingly confused.
"Cedes, did you hear that voice back at the parking lot?" he asked suddenly, still buckled into the seat. As she had been in the process of closing the door, Mercedes quickly grabbed it and opened it again, asking him to repeat his question.
Mercedes Salinas
Mercedes watched Devon slowly wander off with a curious look to her features. She had thought he said something a moment before but it wasn't directed at her. Mercedes felt for her truck keys, oh so tempted to leave her beloved boyfriend behind, but resisted the urge to tear off without him. Instead, she waited patiently until he stopped walking and just stood there, staring into the distance.
"Earth to Devon, you are low on fuel, return immediately!" she called out, laughing a little as she hopped down from the tailgate. However, Devon did not register the joke. He seemed almost unwilling to return, though he eventually loaded up. Mercedes brushed it off, used to her boyfriend behaving strangely, especially after getting his butt kicked in combat training.
The ride home was in silence, which was unusual but appreciated, at least on her end. Devon had a knack for talking too much, and over her favorite songs. Truth to tell, Mercedes preferred music to conversation any day. She parked her truck in his usual spot and got out, taking her athletic bag with her. She heard Devon's voice at the last moment and reopened her door, giving him a strange look.
"I thought that was you, Dev. Did you hear what it said?" he shook his head and Mercedes shrugged. Devon had always been more spiritually aware than she, perhaps it was one of the night ghosts getting to him. "Meditate on it baby. I'm sure you'll find the answer."
Mercedes led the way into their small apartment. Instantly, she threw her bag by the door and jumped onto the couch, stretching herself out. Five minutes and she'd be out cold.
Devon sighed, following Mercedes into their apartment. She always seemed so confident that everything had a simple answer. A simple answer you could always just dig up through meditation. However, as he did want to stay on her good side, while she laid out on the couch, he continued into the bedroom. Setting his bag down by the foot of the bed, Devon sat cross legged on a small mat facing the East. Mercedes used it for yoga, occasionally, while Devon used it to meditate. Devon took in a deep breath and cleared his mind.
Are you there, strange voice? Who are you?" he asked in his mind, trying to reach to whoever, or whatever, had reached out to him. He doubted it was his own voice, as Mercedes implied. But if it wasn't him, who was it? He sat there for several minutes, hearing only the faint chatter of night critters outside the window. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was getting no answer.He tried one last time, this time a little more forcefully. Who are you? Answer me!
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~~~Aurora Gabriel~~~
With a strong limp the young woman gathered her things into her trusty backpack, and began her decent of the mountain. She had hiked up from a road about 500 meters below where she had left her car, and now cursed herself as she scurried back down. The morning frost was beginning to thraw and make the rocks trecherously slick. Taking much more then twice the time it had taken her to climb up, her feet met with the gravel road as the sun was half up to the center of the sky.
What a way to waste the morning!I'm going to be late for work!
Aurora limped over to her car, and jumped inside, tossing her bag into the back seat. She pressed her injured foot agianst the clutch carefully as not to cause too much pain. Turning the key over and hearing the engine spring to life, Aurora threw the gearshift into 1st and spung the car back around towards town. She mused herself trying to think of a reasonable excuse for her tardiness.
As she reached the city limits, Aurora noticed her mind seemed to keep tracing back to the glimmer she had seen in the pool beneath her waterfall. Yes, she claimed it as hers, since she was sure that no one else knew of it's existance.
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| Posted On: 12/08/2009 At: 01:17:46 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Leandra Arret
Leandra tossed about in a troubled sleep. The earth was calling out to her, but she could not understand why. The leaves swirled about her curiously, as if she were a complete stranger. After all the time Leandra spent searching into the depths of the earth, how could it suddenly forget who she was? In all practical purposes, Leandra was the ruler of the very ground she slept on. Still the dust beneath her continued its relentless search.
Leandra tried to push the possibilities out of her mind long enough to rest. There would be plenty of time in the morning to straighten this out. Not long after, the earth stilled itself. Everything was quiet for several minutes. Leandra closed her eyes in relief and began to doze off. Just before she fell asleep, a barely audible voice came from the earth itself. Who are you? Answer me!
Suddenly Leandra's "dream" came back to her. She was not, after all, the sole mistress of the natural elements. So it appeared she had made contact with her counterpart. After some quick thinking, she decided to send a message back through the earth. Perhaps she could use the early communication to her advantage.
I am Leandra, and I have been looking for you.
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| Posted On: 12/09/2009 At: 12:03:30 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Mercedes Salinas
Mercedes shifted uncomfortably in her sleep. She was sweating and in her dreams there was a strange warmth all around her, like a fire but not as angry. Does fire even have emotions? Her thoughts seemed to pierce her mind, dragging her down into a darkness, that ever encasing warmth was suffocating, Mercedes felt her chest get smaller, unable to breath. As she disappeared into the darkness, she opened her mouth to scream and instead felt that warmth surge down her throat and suddenly the feeling and the darkness were gone. A soft crackling fire burned before her and as she stood, it was as if her legs were gone. All sensations stopped as she peered into the fire, that warm feeling returning but kinder now, as if apologizing for trying to kill her. Suddenly, there was a sword before her, its edge gleamed in the firelight, and she recognized it as her own wakisashi. Her arm stretched out for it, but it didn't feel like her arm, and the sword refused to come to her. Instead, it rose up of its own will and stabbed towards her.
Devon Borden
I am Leandra, and I have been looking for you.
Devon felt the words and an eerie feeling worm its way into his heart. Who was this person and why were they looking for him? Just as he was about to further inquire as to the voice's purpose, he heard Mercedes scream from the living room. Jumping up, he raced to her side. She was wide eyed and confused, sweating profusely. He knelt next to her, unsure how to help.
"Baby, are you okay?" she nodded yes, explaining she just had a bad dream. Devon watched her a moment, concerned, before telling her he managed to make contact with the voice.
"Is that so? Good for you, Dev," Mercedes seemed genuinely pleased with him, as if he had accomplished something great. When he explained what the voice said, she frowned, stretching herself back out on the couch. "Well, that sounds like a chick's name, so tell her you're taken and I'll bite her bloody head off. If it turns out to be a guy though, see if you two can hang out this weekend, I would like to see one Cowboys game without you blabbing the whole way through it!
Devon rolled his eyes, returning to the bedroom. He would prefer getting some much needed sleep but that voice haunted him. He sat down and made one last connection with this Leandra.
Well, Leandra, I'm Devon. I don't know why you are looking for me, I don't know who you are, but I'd be glad to talk. Pick a time and place, I'll be there. Now all Devon had to do was make sure Mercedes didn't find out. He doubted she was being serious when she threatened the other woman's life, if she was indeed a, well, she, but it still wouldn't bode well if he revealed trying to make contact with the voice. Devon got up and prepared himself for bed, resigning to sleeping alone tonight as Mercedes seemed plagued by her nightmares. As he crawled into bed, he found himself wondering why Leandra could speak to him and him alone. He fell asleep to his musings.
Mercedes pretended to sleep, to get Devon to leave her alone. Truth be told, she was getting worried, the warmth she had felt in her dream was still present, she could feel it crawling across her skin. If she didn't know herself better, she would think herself a drug addict coming down from a really bad high or fresh off a withdraw. But no, this was not a drug induced warmth nor a fever. This was something else entirely. She could hear Devon getting ready for bed, convinced she wouldn't be joining him.
Not tonight, Devon. Not tonight.
Mercedes sighed, suddenly feeling cold. It wasn't pleasant, especially after the warmth that had taken over her, and she soon fell asleep, shivering from a coldness she couldn't place while sweating from a warmth she couldn't stop.
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| Posted On: 12/16/2009 At: 10:22:01 PM | | | Reply Link |
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Leandra Arret
Silence. That was the answer she recieved. Leandra nearly strained her senses getting as close to the earth as she could, but there was no sound. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she resigned herself to a drowsy sleep. In the morning, she would come up with a new plan.A few minutes later, However, Leandra felt a quiver of excitement as the earth began to mumble again. She roused herself just enough to make out a few words.
Devon. Glad to talk. Pick time, place. Be there.
This was even better than Leandra could hope for! The Reincarnate was playing right into her trap. The next step would be to pull him in and snare him permanently. But what route to take? It would be a shame to kill him outright without him ever knowing his power. Besides, she was not the type to mercilessly slaughter her prey (unlike some of the other Minions for whom she held no respect whatsoever). No, another method would be much more effective and satisfying. Then a new idea came to Leandra.
What if I appear to need his help! Then I can find BOTH of the Gems and not only keep him, but anyone else from rivaling my power!
The thought burned itself into Leandra's memory, and there it stayed as she began to formulate a new plan. She would meet this Devon, just to talk. Get a feel for his abilities. Now for the place to meet. Leandra could tell by the faint whisper of the earth that she was still pretty far away. She could not ask him to come to far at the risk of losing his interest. Plus, she needed a little time to tie her devious plot together. She searched into the earth to find a good middle ground. Finally, she found what she was looking for. Taking a deep breath, she sent her thoughts back to Devon.
The forrest of Natir should be close to you. Keep traveling west until you find a clearing. I will meet you under the large oak tree in three days.
Three days should give her plenty of time. If he decided to show. Still, Leandra needed her rest if she wanted to have her plot ready on time. She rolled back onto a pile of leaves and soon fell into a deep sleep.
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| Posted On: 12/18/2009 At: 03:28:44 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Devon Borden
Devon's eyes flew open. Something was echoing in his head, that voice from earlier. What was it saying? Devon concentrated, sitting up in the bed.
forest... west... clearing... meet you... large oak... three days.
"I guess this doesn't work quite like voicemail," Devon mumbled to himself. His eyes fell on the left side of the bed. Mercedes still wasn't there, she must have fallen asleep on the couch. Devon didn't quite understand but sometimes, she just didn't want to sleep in the same bed as him. He thought about getting up and checking on her then decided against it. On the few occasions he did check on her, she typically threw something at him and promptly fell asleep again. Settling back down, Devon counted off the days with a slight smile as he fell asleep. "Guess babygirl got her wish. The Cowboys kick off at seven on Sunday and I'll be out of the house, heading west... looking for an oak tree..."
Mercedes Salinas
Mercedes held her breath, surprised by Devon's sudden wakening. She waited until he fell back into a deep slumber before moving. It wasn't something she was especially proud of, tricking her loving boyfriend into thinking she was sleeping, but there were certain things about her life that Devon just wasn't prepared to know about yet. Stealthily moving through the shadows, she grabbed the small black bag from her nightstand and exited the room.
Reaching into the bag, she pulled out her special clothes, changing into them quietly in the living room. Black spandex, form fitting, and a black mask, once pulled on, besides the part left open for her eyes, her skin couldn't be seen and her hair was carefully twisted into a bun, lacing up cloth boots up to past her mid calf. Hitting the unlock button on her truck's keyring, Mercedes stepped out of the house, locking the door behind her, and grabbing her wakizashi, locking the truck up as she closed the door quietly. Her eyes scanned the road, and once she determined there was no one watching, made a quick dash along the shadows towards the nearest park. As per her usual, she jumped up into a tree and watched the parking lot, waiting for her ride to show.
"He's late, again," she mumbled, squatting on a thick branch and waiting patiently. Before long, she heard the faint sound of an engine. As the black van pulled into view, the side door sliding open carefully, and Mercedes hit the ground, making a quick dash into the van. Hers was not the only shadow that moved to the can. Two others jumped in after her, to join the two others already sitting in the van, the driver and passenger. "You're late, Rheager."
"Thanks Kurt," the driver replied, shaking his head. He hated his code name, much like she hated hers, but the precaution had to be taken. There were three others in the van, and though she could guess as to who they were, Mercedes tried not to think about it. When working as a police officer, it is one's duty to enforce the law. Sometimes, the law didn't quite get the right ones though. For almost since she joined the local Police Department, Mercedes had been part of the secret vigilante sect. They used no names, nothing to tie them together, though it was an ill kept secret around the precinct, the public had no idea about it. One of the other hooded figures offered her a manila folder containing their target. Rapist, recently acquitted due to a technicality. Mercedes handed off the folder to the next person in line and whispered a small prayer as the van rumbled along.
The job was easy this time. Only took them an hour, a rare surprise. There was a slight uneasiness in her stomach as she shut the front door. Typically, she played her part, and that was it, but this job was different. This time, as they trashed the place to make it look like a robbery gone awry, Mercedes stumbled on something she couldn't place but somehow knew. Among other jewelry, much of which was stolen, she caught sight of a beautiful red gem, like a ruby but much more stunning, at least to her. When the others weren't watching, she snatched it, and now took it out to examine. Perhaps it was the dim light, but Mercedes could have sworn the red within the stone was dancing, like a fire. Rubbing her eyes, she opted to examine it again in the morning, stripping herself and changing back into her clothes from before. Her eyes fell on the couch, wanting so badly to sleep, but instead she crept into the bedroom, hid her little bag and crawled into bed next to Devon. Even in sleep, he could tell she joined him, rolling onto his back and laying out his arm. Mercedes smiled sweetly at the familiar gesture, settling her head down on his bicep and laying her arm across his chest, she fell asleep almost instantly.
The morning sun was unforgiving, Devon thought, groaning as he opened his eyes. A small smile came to him lips as he tried to pick up his arm and found Mercedes sleeping on it. At least she eventually came to bed. Slowly slipping his arm from under her, Devon got up and started his typical morning routine, knowing full well Mercedes had work much later and would need her sleep. She growled out something and grabbed a pillow to use in place of his arm. Meanwhile, Devon went for a quick shower, fully waking as the cold water hit his skin. After drying off, getting dressed, and making a quick breakfast, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her forehead before heading out the door.
Devon himself didn't own a car, not yet anyway, and hitched a ride with coworkers. Once to the site, Devon got to work almost immediately. It was his turn to work the crane, which Devon hated most of any job on the site, but didn't complain, instead hoping into the cab without even a curse. He did sigh though, looking at the control panel. Sometimes, only sometimes, Devon hated his job. Then, he would inform Mercedes of this, to which she typically replied "And?" or "So?". A smirk came to his face, thinking about hearing the sarcasm in her voice as she faked empathizing his position.
"Well, time to get to work, Cat. Let's go!" Devon cheerily spoke to the machine, firing her up expertly. If he was lucky, there was a good chance he could get off just in time to catch Mercedes before she left for her shift. He spent most of the morning up until lunch carefully moving beams and thinking on the voice from the night before.I wonder if she'd get mad about me meeting Leandra?
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| Posted On: 12/29/2009 At: 05:15:28 AM | | | Reply Link |
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~~~ Aurora Gabriel ~~~
Tires rolled softly along the paved lot of the city courthouse as Aurora pulled her sporty Toyota Rave 4 into the closest available stall. She crawled into the back in a stiffer motion then usual and quickly slipped out of her shorts and into a pair of black dress pants. Aurora lifted her hips a little doing up the front zipper and few buttons, trying desperately not to put much pressure on her injured foot. After giving her injury one more glance, she wrapped it up and slipped both feet into socks and a pair of heeled boots.
Late,Late,Late...
Aurora pulled a clean blouse over the muscle shirt she was currently wearing and buttoned it up swiftly as she opened the rear driver door. Swinging her feet around she stepped from the vehicle pulling her loose chocolate brown curls into a neat bun, fastening it quickly as her hand takes hold of a black pea coat and then slams the door. Aurora grimaces a little at the sharp pain in her left foot at her heels click softly up the stone walk way.
She offered a soft polite smile to the man standing in the doorway who graciously opens the door before her. Turning her face towards the main hall her feet swiftly carry her towards the office of her benefactor, his name etched neatly into the glass before her. [b]Charles Beckard[b]
Aurora twists the door handle and lets herself in without knocking, offering a quick apologetic smile to the middle aged blonde secretary as she past though. Straight through the small waiting room into the lawyer’s officer. Aurora’s green eyes fixed on the man sitting behind the desk who was speaking to the woman cross from him.
His grey-blue eyes narrowed slightly, that gesture mixed with the smug grin gave him a slightly dangerous and daring look, Aurora found herself blushing slightly.
“Ahh, Miss Gabriel,” he cooed gently, trying to sound scornful. Truth be told Aurora didn’t know how on earth the man became a such a successful lawyer at the young age of 27, he was soft. “How nice of you to grace us with your presence...”. He gestured his hand in Aurora’s direction, and she stepped forward.
“This is the woman I was informing you about Mrs. Johanson, may I introduce Aurora Gabriel. She’ll be the one serving your husband the divorce papers,” the words rolled off his tongue very nonchauntly. Though, as could be except the woman looked over her small frame and a look of concern drew over her face.
“But, she’s just a child” the woman protested softly, as if not wishing to insult Aurora, it caused a slightly twitch at the corner of her mouth. “I told you of my husband’s violent reactions of whenever divorce is brought up, she’ll be hurt surely.”
Mr. Beckard glanced briefly up to meet with Aurora’s, this was a moment they always shared when someone worried about Aurora’s safety based on her appearance. Always the same memory coming to mind. Six months beforehand, Mr. Beckard had a close friend who unfortunately been on the receiving end of Aurora’s ‘defences’ one evening when the pair were leaving a small pub close to Aurora’s small condo, she had walked by and Beckard’s friend decided to try and have a little fun with the young woman. Beckard recognized the woman’s beauty, and ability to take care of herself, he put her to work making a pretty penny off serving high risk clients.
“Trust, me Mrs.Johanson, I assure you that Aurora can take perfect care of herself. Now you said that your husband would be at work for the next few hours?” Beckard pressed on checking his watch impatiently, obviously Aurora’s absence had cut into his time.
“Yes, that’s right. He’s working over on that construction site on the corner of Brooks and 8th,” she looked between them briefly making sure they knew where. Aurora nodded softly, and the woman got to her feet and headed for the door. She paused and touched Aurora’s arm gently, the concern in her eyes made her seem older then her forty odd years. ”Please be careful dear, he’s got a terrible temper”. Aurora smiled and reassured her once more that she’d be fine. With the last assurance the dark haired woman left and Aurora stepped forward with her hand opened for the severance papers.
Non to her surprise Charles Beckard rose to his feet with a cautious smile, there was a slight attraction between the two, that much was obvious, but there was slight intimidation as well. He picked up a thick envelope and held it out to Aurora.
“This one’s a doozy Ror, you sure you wanna take it? Three domestic violence reports, charges on all three dropped out of fear, “ his grey eyes matching her green orbs that stared back at him, she chose to ignore his pet name for her.
She flashed him a daring grin, and snatched the paper from his hand, taking a quick look at the name. “One less poor woman getting beat up by a drunken husband...I’m doin the easy part Charles. You better get her a good settlement,...Gavin Johanson?”
“Yep, that’s who ya looking for”, he managed to get out before the younger woman gave him her back and slipped out the door with nothing but a soft click of the latch.
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Aurora pulled up to the construction site and took a quick look around as she moved across the yard, several pairs of eyes watching the beauty of a young woman’s body.
Her green eyes were fixed on the consultants shack as the erie sound of a droplet of water echo’d through her mind, and through the hum of all the heavy machinery surrounding her. Turning her face quickly toward the sound her eye focused on a crane moving a load across the yard. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she continued and reached the shack, that was a strange sensation that had just literally rippled through her. She drew her eyes away reluctantly and knocked on the consultants door, she wanted someone to give her a clue of who Gavin Johanson was, and where on the site she could find him. Plus, there was a huge sign at the gate of the site saying that all personal must check in.
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Leandra Arret
A slight breeze stirred the leaves that were scattered about the ground where Leandra had slept. Now in the morning light, she sat upon a nearby rock, staring blankly into the distance as her plot grew in her mind. Very soon she would meet her adversary, this Devon. She still needed to get a feel for his character, but one thing she knew for sure did play in her favor: his curiosity. He had just enough of that, at least, to set her plan in motion.
Leandra knew that she would have to leave soon if she wanted to reach the Forest of Natir before her prey. She looked down at her old dress, the deep green fabric blending well with the moss on the rock where she sat. With a sigh and a wave of her hand, the old--almost timeless--costume faded and changed into something that better suited the times. The black leather pants she now wore felt constricting on her legs, and the tall boots did not feel much better. Leandra never cared for the newer styles the people of the Living World came up with. Maybe she could at least get used to it for a while; this mission would probably take longer than the others. At least Leandra could keep her long green cloak. It was a little old-fashioned, but Leandra had seen stranger things in the Living World.
As Leandra stood and began to make her way to the nearby path, she turned suddelny, remembering something. She directed her gaze to the shelter she had built for herself, and quickly turned it back to it's original form. My work is easier when the mortals do not know I am here. Satisfied with her work, Leandra turned and made her way down the path. As she left, she didn't see that the vines and shrubs she used quickly aged and withered away.
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Leandra had made enough trips to the Living World to know her way around fairly well. She knew that she could follow the road most of the way to the Forest of Natir. Since she was making good time, she slowed her pace for a while to catch her breath. Suddenly, she heard shouting in the distance. Very soon, Leandra could make out a figure running toward her. Preparing to fight off a would-be attacker, she caught a glimpse of the insignia on the prison uniform. The fugitive changed his course and dashed off into the thick trees. Leandra laughed to herself as he scurried down the narrow path. Silly, simple mortal. With a smile and a nod of her head, a tree branch lowered itself. A sharp snapping sound rang through the air, and the man fell to the ground unconcious. A search party would come along soon enough and find him. Leandra continued down the road for a few miles before turning off into the woods.
After a few more hours of traveling, Leandra came to the clearing where she was supposed to meet Devon. The trip had not taken as long as she thought it would; there was still another day left. Leandra used the extra time to explore the area a little. The clearing was much larger than she expected. At least Devon will have no trouble finding the place. Soon she came across the oak tree and decided it was time to rest. Her plan was ready to fall into place as soon as Devon arrived. Leandra sat in the shade of the large oak tree, enjoying the chance to rest her feet. Soon, soon...
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| Posted On: 01/03/2010 At: 12:03:01 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Devon Borden
Devon moved the beams carefully, as usual. The crane seemed a bit more compliant than usual which only served to put Devon in a better mood while operating it. He worked quietly through nine beams, sighing as they loaded the tenth.
"Borden, you copy? Over." A beat up walkie crackled to life, startling Devon. He reached over and picked it up, pressing the button and speaking into it.
"This is Borden, what up? Over," Devon set the walkie back down, easing another support beam into place. As the guys started bolting it into place, the walkie crackled to life again.
"Foreman wants you at the office after you've set all the East side support beams. Says your girl called. Over." Devon felt a bit of fear well in his chest. Mercedes never, ever called him at work unless she absolutely had to, and she typically classified nothing short of near death an emergency. Of course he had to wait until the crew was done before he could get down from the machine which made him extremely anxious. As they secured the beam in place, Devon got a little fidgety, moving the crane away just a little too early. No harm done, he thought as one of the ground crew started chewing him out over the walkie. He only had two beams left and it was more than a little obvious he was in a hurry to finish. As they loaded the last beam, he finally controlled himself, taking in a deep breath and clearing his mind, moving it to the building with as much care as he had the first ten. He didn't even bother staying in the cab, hoping down and directing one of the guys just coming back from an early lunch to take his place.
Devon jogged across the yard, dodging the bulldozers and trucks hauling equipment or dirt across the site. Thankfully, Mercedes had taught him a lot of agility tips, and he was getting faster at reacting to sudden obstructions. He secretly wanted to try his hand at free running and parkor, but thought better of it. As he scrambled over a particularly large mound of dirt, he caught sight of a young woman waiting at the door to Foreman's office.
"Excuse me, Miss," Devon tried to sound as polite as possible, stepping around her and using his key to open the door. There were only three copies of the key, one kept by Foremen, another by Martin, the senior architect on site, and he got the third, for no better reason than Devon would always answer his phone and usually had good friends who could give him rides to the site. Opening the door, he caught sight of Foreman leisurely reading the newspaper while Martin looked over the sketches for the building. As Devon stepped in, he removed his yellow hard hat, holding it in one hand as the other tried to smooth over the reflective orange vest everyone wore on site. He was trying to not look like he'd ran over to the office though he wasn't doing a great job at it.
"Mornin' Borden," Foreman started in his typical flat tone, barely looking up from his paper. "Officer Salinas called. Said she got called in for a high profile case and won't be available for the next few days. She left Officer Carson's number on the fridge for you, in case anything major comes up, he'll know how to reach her."
"Oh, okay," Devon nodded, feeling relieved. He found it a bit odd that she was called in for something like that, he thought she wasn't part of that specialized branch of the Police force, but sometimes he zoned out when she talked about her job. Maybe he just didn't notice her mention it. "Thanks, Boss. Oh, and there's a, uh, lovely young woman to see you, Sir."
Devon stepped aside to let the young woman talk to Foreman. He had no idea who she was but she was certainly not dressed for being on a construction site. There was a very good chance she was a client or prospective client and it was in his best interest to be as polite as possible. Martin motioned for him to look at the skematics while Foreman talked to the woman.
"Figured you could use a break from the crane. You should be more careful, you know how dangerous that machine is," Martin softly scolded, pointing out some minor problems with the initial design. Devon tried to pay attention despite also trying to listen in on the conversation Foreman was having.
Mercedes Salinas
"I can't believe it, you must be insane!" Tom Oldham shook his head, leaning against the lockers of the woman's locker room. Mercedes didn't mind, she was already dressed, just adding the finishing touches to her S.W.A.T. uniform. She wasn't typically on the team but this was a special occassion. The Chief was present, watching grimly, not at all happy with her decision but, like Oldham, unable to change her mind.
"You know the history I have with this guy. Seven times I arrested him and he walked six times because of lack of evidence. I finally nail him and he manages to break out? No, just no, it ain't going down like that, not on my life," Mercedes was shaking her head, angry and annoyed. Oldham shook his head, pacing slightly. Mercedes couldn't help but smile slightly at her partner's worrying. They'd been working together for six months and spend most of the time complaining about their past partners. "If I don't go now, we'll lose him for good. It's already taken too long to mobilize, the prison should've reported it sooner. I'll find him, I'll get him, and I'll be just fine. I promise."
"Don't lie," Oldham snapped. The Chief had expressly prohibited him from joining in, which ticked him off. But he couldn't do anything, he had to just sit back and gripe and moan until the helicopter arrived. "Just be careful, Sal."
"I will, you big baby. God forbid you have another loud mouth partner to deal with," she called over her shoulder, walking out of the locker room with a grin. She was ready to end this, to capture Allen Bishop once and for all and deliver him to the prison personally. He was your run-of-the-mill scumbag who made his fortune off soliciting death and prostitution. Unfortunately, it had taken more than run-of-the-mill work and luck to catch him. Finally bring him down, that was one of the proudest days of her life, watching his reaction as he was given the death penalty. Something about that made her remember the small red stone from the night before. She'd tucked it into her breast pocket, not wanting to leave it out where just anyone could see. She pressed her hand to the pocket and felt the heat coming off the stone.
She took the stairs two at a time, reaching the roof quickly. Mercedes could see the black chopper heading her way. It had been sent from the prison to pick her up, already filled with real S.W.A.T. members. It was coming too late she feared, he'd been loose for five hours and they lost sight of him after the first hour. The team welcomed her onboard with pats on her shoulder; they knew how personal this was for her.
"They lost sight of him heading into the forest, and that was about an hour ago," one of the men yelled over the roar of the engine. Mercedes nodded, looking out across the city. She could see the construction site where Devon worked. She wondered if he was looking up at the chopper right then and waved, more as a comfort for herself than anything.
They started circling over the dense forest, making a single rotation before being told to let the S.W.A.T. land about two miles up the road. Mercedes found it odd that they had found him so fast but was only too happy to feel the rope sliding through her hands as she repelled down to the ground. She didn't like being in the air, feeling completely helpless, that just wasn't her style. Dogs were barking as they jogged down the road towards a small beaten path off to the side. They carefully filed down, Mercedes just behind the head officer. The entire team was stunned to find Bishop lying face down in the dirt, bleeding from his head. It was oh so tempting to raise her gun and put a bullet straight through his skull and end it there. There was a sharp rise in her body temperature, her hand raising to rub the pocket where that stone was absentmindedly.
"He's been out cold for a while, two hours at least. Might not have found him without the dogs," one of the medics commented, examining him. Bishop's chest was rising and falling evenly, he managed to stay alive.
"That was easy. Good work, guys. Guess Mother Nature is on our side. Sorry to call you in, Salinas. Do you want the chopper to drop you back off at the precinct?" the officer spoke nonchalantly as medics started checking Bishop's vitals. Mercedes' eyes lifted to the chopper hovering above.
"Oh, no, that's quite alright. I'll have Oldham come pick me up," she waved off the officer's offer, taking a few steps to lean over Bishop's unconscious form. A fire burned in her legs to just kick him but she didn't, opting instead to walk away. She went back up to the main road and used one of the K-9 units to radio for Oldham to pick her up. He hadn't left the station and was only too happy to head out her way. However, at this time of day, getting to the forest would take at least an hour. With nothing better to do, she wandered into the trees, enjoying the gentle breeze. She leaned against one tree that looked to be the same species as the one that had stopped Bishop's escape. She smiled, feeling a little silly as she whispered into the trunk. "Thank you."
To her surprise, she saw smoke coming from under her and jumped back, staring in confusion at the smoldering embers. Her hand went to where the gem was in her pocket. She could still feel that heat and apparently it was real heat, capable of starting fires. Not something she should be carrying in her pocket. At the same time, her clothing was unaffected. How odd.
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| Posted On: 01/12/2010 At: 04:02:15 AM | | | Reply Link |
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~~Aurora Gabriel~~
Aurora's temperment was definately being challenged this morning, she seriously considered throwing away her business like get up and just kicking the door in since the people inside chose to ignore her knocking. In the instant she took a stepp back to prepare herself that same sound of something falling into watter caught her attention.
What IS that?
"Excuse me, Miss," a low and polite voice purred behind her.
The slight young woman spun on the heel of her boot and was met by one of the workers, the same crane operator from before. She stood face to face with the man a second to long before she side-stepped and let him pass. For some reason his presence gave her a start, as another strange sensation washed over her but not like before. This was no mere ripple through her body, she felt like the earth itself trembled below her. Aurora smoothly slipped her foot in the door before it closed behind the man, she was not going to be locked out again.
Aurora peered around the door curiously,her face grew slightly concerned as she evaluated the man. Though he strong looking, Aurora didn't quite understand her fasciation with the gentlmen, other then he was more then slightly attractive, beneath the saftey gear. She always followed her intutition, and something about him caught her on some primal level, she could only help wonder what is was.
"Thanks, Boss. Oh, and there's a, uh, lovely young woman to see you, Sir."
Miss Gabriel was able to keep her features in check as the attention quickly changed to her , still standing near the door. This relieved her, she thought for sure she was going to blush. Aurora cast all those presence a genuine grin, and her eyes flickered from the crane operator to the consultant.
"My name's Aurora Gabriel, I'm looking for Gavin Johanson" very formal, very polite, yet the words poured from her lips like liquid honey. The man behind the desk, set down his paper and got to his feet.
"Oh dear that fool?What is a sweet thing like you looking for Johanson for anyway?Not in any trouble is he?" he asked walking around the end of his desk and walking towards her. Aurora kept the sweet smile plastered on her lips, though her body was coiled and in a defensive state. She didn't trust many people and found it harder to let unknown men to get anywhere near her, but in her line of work it could be expected.
She tilted her head slightly debating on what to tell him, if she told the truth she may not get to see him. "Family emergency I'm afraid," the lie rolled off her tongue beautifully. The consultant nodded understanding and told her Gavin was doing some cementing on the opposite side of the site. She nodded gracious and turned to leave. Her green eyes met with the crane workers mid turned, she lips instictively flashed a crooker half smile. She turned and as her hand gripped the door hand the consultant sharp bark made her flinch.
"Wait a momment Miis,Borden! Escort the lady to the otherside of the site will ya?" he said sitting back down, and picking up his paper once more.
This time Aurora did feel a rush come to her cheeks tinting them a slight pink, she glanced at the man and the the consultant."I assure you that is very unnessasary-"
"Nonsence, Devon can get you over there. You don't have any protective gear and the site can be might dangerous."
Aurora tensed slightly but felt like she wasn't about to sway him otherwise, so she nodded her head and thanked the man for his time and then turned to 'Devon'. Her eye fixated on his a momment and then she turned out the door expecting him to catch up.
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| Posted On: 01/17/2010 At: 12:50:39 AM | | | Reply Link |
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Devon Borden
Devon had listened intently, his eyes barely focusing on the designs as Martin continued to ramble quietly. It seemed the old man had no intention of stealing Devon's attention away from the conversation, though he probably was more concerned that Devon was still worked up over Mercedes' message. At the mention of Johanson's name, Devon's head snapped to watch Foreman and this Miss Gabriel. The two had met and argued a multitude of times over small things, little angry banter among men that seemed rather normal around the site. However, a time too many their harmless jawing nearly turned into a full blown fist fight. After the last time, Devon had started to avoid Gavin altogether. But working on the same sight, they were more than aware of each other's presence. That was why Mercedes had started teaching Devon how to fight with a staff, a weapon easily made out of an abandoned shovel or piece of pipe. In case the ever explosive man decided to test Devon's patience again.
Foreman glanced at Devon a moment as Miss Gabriel explained she was there on a family emergency, and by the sudden drop in Martin's tone, all three men were on the same page. This did not bode well at all. Foreman gave her the information she sought; Johanson's location on the site. Devon's eyes had been watching the young woman, wondering why on Earth she would be seeking out such a violent man, when her eyes shifted to his as she turned, giving him a smile. Foreman must've seen some opening as he barked out.
"Wait a momment Miss, Borden! Escort the lady to the otherside of the site will ya?" Devon quickly nodded, straightening to his full height, no longer bent over pretending to check the designs. This either alarmed the young woman or made her nervous, a slight blush tinged her cheeks as she tried to refuse.
"I assure you that is very unnessasary-"
"Nonsence, Devon can get you over there. You don't have any protective gear and the site can be might dangerous." Of course Foreman wouldn't hear anything more on the matter, rather stone set in his decision. Miss Gabriel seemed almost insulted, thanking Foreman and turning to walk out the door without a word to Devon. As Devon stepped out of the small shack, he exchanged a look with Foreman that more or less meant 'be ready to call the cops' while closing the door behind him. A few quick steps and he fell in beside Miss Gabriel effortlessly. Devon instantly started questioning her about this 'family emergency' as Devon had his own suspicions and quickly wanted them put to rest.
"Miss Gabriel, I'm about ninety-five percent sure you aren't here about a family emergency. You're too pretty to be one of his mistresses, and too kind to be even related by marriage to the man. Plus, you dress like a lawyer or a detective, act all business, not like you're here to deliver bad news," Devon cautiously kept his eyes looking around them, trying to make sure no harm came to Miss Gabriel. It would be a terrible legal mess if a civilian were to get injured on site because she had no protective gear on and her escort was more interested in gossip than doing his job. However, Devon could multitask, and he was a bit too curious for his own good. "I saw a guy dressed like you, same kind of attitude, though he was a bit smug about it, come here once before, looking for Johanson. He was a legal aide serving a warrant or something of the like. It took six of us to pull Johanson off him. Poor boy nearly lost his life and refused to file charges 'cause Gav scared him that bad."
Devon put a hand on Miss Gabriel's shoulder, to phsyically keep her from walking into the path of two large dump trucks roaring past. Devon lifted his eyes and saw the crane moving somewhat slower than it would be if Devon himself was controlling it. Perhaps that was for the better. A slight uneasiness settled in Devon's stomach as he noticed the workers who were, rather openly, checking out the young woman at his side. Most just looked at her, but a few let their eyes slide to meet his, a blatant accusation contained within their gaze. Devon frowned and let his hand drop from her shoulder, firmly shoving his hands into his pockets. He waited until they passed and the engine noise faded before addressing her again, somewhat shyly.
"What I mean to say, and I realize this may come off as an insult, if Gavin does turn violent, you should probably just cut and run. I wouldn't want you hurt 'cause he can't control his temper."
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Leandra Arret
The hours ticked by slowly, but Leandra remained oblivious to time and space she dreamed under the shade of the Oak. Her thought took her back centuries to a time she could barely remember. Images of people and places that almost seemed familiar danced across her mind. At times, she could alsmot recall exactly who the figures of her dreams were. Then, just when the vague characters were within her grasp, they disappeared again. Soon everything faded to darkness, and the world became black.
The sounds of the forrest roused Leandra from her sleep. Still a little drowsy, it took a few minutes for her to remember where she was. Oh yes. Natir. And Devon. Now that she thought about it, when exactly were they supposed to meet? A quick look at the sky gave Leandra her answer. Yes, today was the third day, but the sun was not too high in the sky. It could poddibly be later in the afternoon or even the eveningtime before this Devon would make his way into the clearing.
Leandra leaned herself against the oak tree once again, but somehow it felt different. The bark seemed a bit rougher than it did earlier. She arched her nect back to look at the tree; it seemed the branches were hanging lower than they should be as well. What happened while I slept? The other nearby trees appeared exactly the same as they did before, so why was this one affected? She searched the earth for an account of what happened around ehr while she slept. All she could gather from the dust, stone, and grass was the movement of some small creatures. This was very strange indeed. Leandra pondered all this in the last few hours before Devon arrived in the clearing.
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