The sky is black with that dark, roiling cloud called the sky. Night and day are only marked by the cycle of the buzzing orange-yellow street lamps. The animals come out at night, creatures dirty and foul in all senses of the word. Feral dogs with matted, bloodstained fur slink in motley packs through the crumbling alleys, abandoned heaps of garbage writhe with foot-long cockroaches plundering the remains of the former inhabitants, and still more disgusting and terrifying creatures lurk in the darkest shadows. Pipes, broken from disrepair and age, well their contents to the surface, forming shallow pools of dark water or clouds of foul-smelling gas. The crumbling brick buildings themselves sag from age and weight, as though they themselves have given up hope in this place. Cars are parked in cracked parking lots and on the streets, even stopped in the middle of the road, engines ruined from being left on until they couldn’t anymore. Keys gleam in the ignitions. Apartments are left unlocked and ajar, some with food still on the stove, burned beyond recognition, or even distinction from the cookware itself, fires still blaring merrily until the gas fails or the power cuts. Meals rot on the table until the roaches get to them. TVs blare the test pattern's endless mind-numbing squeal, like a warning siren against all things and nothing at once. Bleak and desolate, these conditions extend far beyond the horizon. Everywhere is the same. The same crumbling buildings. The same filthy alleys. The same buzzing, discolored lamps. The only things that change are the animals as they desperately cling to whatever semblance of life they bear. If one were to try and walk out of the city, they would go mad with doubt and paranoia, doubting with every step that they really haven’t passed that same building before. But there is nobody to walk thusly. Not even bodies. These roads, these crumbling buildings, these machines that run the endless ballet of pumps and switches and turbines are all that remain, as time, the ultimate solvent, slowly erodes the dancers. This is the legacy of mankind. This is what remains. This is where you woke up.

You don't remember coming here. You don't remember how you got here, or anything that at all relates to this place. Life was perfectly normal for you until you woke up, and found yourself here. Asking why or how are pointless. All you have now are yourself and your will to live. Use whatever means are neccesary.


OOC:http://www.roleplaygateway.com/concrete-jungle-t14742.html

Ken stood up from the ground where he awoke.

"What the hell---" He said, looking around. His legs failed him, and he sat down again, dazed. "What's going on..."

Yuu made a small mewling sound as she clutched to the fading shreds of the black tapestry of sleep, she'd been having such a good dream... She tried to snug down into her coversl only to realize she didn't have he covers. She didn't have a bed, either. She could feel the jagged press of the concrete on the cheek, and her eyes snapped open in surprise. The place was dark, and a softly buzzing street lamp, yellow with age and speckled by the thick film of insect corpses illuminated the filthy, trash-covered alley she lay in. She sat up, quickly coming to her feet. "...What the hell?" she muttered to herself, as she crept forward, poking her head around the corner. The scene was bleak, and vaguely terrifying to the unwillingly innocent teen. She could feel the symbiote change color, turning her black from the neck down as it clung to her figure. Sometimes it did things like that, those survivalist things she was too busy being rational to do.

As she looked around the corner, and slowly stepped into the street, she looked around nervously. "Hello?" she called, hesitantly, looking for some sign of life in this barren place. And she got it. A clatter from one alleway over, and she saw a massive dog, easily up to her ribs, with long, powerful legs and a wolfish face. It was covered in gray, curly fur, matted with blood and stained with filth. Her first instinct was to go greet it, but something about this dog made her realize this was no tame beast. It snarled, and backed down on it's forelegs, a harsh mockery of a play bow. She took a staggered step back, and the beast lunged. It charged the distance, two buildings away from her, it was a mere ten feet in what felt like an instant. She turned to run, an istinctual urge to flee. She knew she couldn't escape it. She needed a weapon. Something to fight with...

It was strange. The dog should have caught her by now. She realized she was pretty much keeping pace with the beast snapping at her heels. The dog was confused. No prey had ever run this fast. But it had never seen prey on two legs before. Still, the distance was closing. This strange prey would be his.

Yuu's subliminal call for a weapon was granted as the alien hump on her back unfurled itself into a trio of long, scything blades on whiplike tentacles. Yuu could sense them. She knew they could reach. She did what came naturally. She flexed them, one blade going into the dog's braincase, the other two catching it in a pincer movement, sliding between it's ribs, spearing it's heart, lungs, and a dozen other important organs.

As the limp courpse sank to the ground, she did the same, falling to her knees as she realized what she'd done. She'd killed a dog! And she hadn't even hesitated. In her moment of horror, she could feel something stange from the tenatcles. She didn't have to look and see what they were doing. She could fell everything perfectly, as though she were doing it herself. The blood on the blades sucked into to black puttylike material. Suddenly, they shifted from blades into wicked beaks, splitting down the middle as they began to feed on their prey, tearing off shreds of meat and dissolving them instantly into energy or mass, or something. She ccould feel the symbiote growing stronger, and herself feeling less hungry. It was sick and wrong, and she knew it, but it didn't really feel bad, either... after all, to the victor goes the spoils. And she was hungry. She could almost taste the meat as the energy flowed through the symbiote into herself. Not bad. Could use some seasoning...

She promptly threw up as the realization hit her of what she was thinking. Bear god, what was she, some kind of animal? She was a human! A human! With wills and morals! She couldn't let herself forget that. Rescue was no time soon, she couldn't let herself lose sight of her humanity. She wrenched the symbiote from it's meal, and ran silently through the streets, tears running down her cheeks, the tendrils once more retracted into their usual backpack shape.

Ken saw something far off, a few blocks down. It looked like a girl was fighting a dog-then she grew tentacles from her back??? Ken walked towards her, confused. He saw the dog die, and the tentacles began to eat it.

"Oh shit!" said Ken. He saw the girl start to run towards him. The tentacles retracted, but he was filled with terror. "What the fuck is going on?????" He said. The girl came closer.

"YO! Hey, stay away!" He called, trying to sound menacing, but his voice cracked with fear at the end. He swallowed, and turned to run, grabbing his baseball bat. He looked back, and saw her gaining.

Violet awoke with confusion. SHe has no idea what was going on. It seemed one second she was getting ready to go the coffee shop. Suddenly she was here. Violet searched through her backpack. Her stoomache hurt. Hoping medicine lied within her bag. Violet sat there and cried

The lights were spinning.....
The ground hard beneath Nick's face..
"Agh... were am I?" He said calling out to the almost blackness.
He heard crying.

"H-Hello? Miss? Is everything ok? " He walked over to the the crying girl on the ground.

"I-I dont know how I got here... but im a police officer... are you ok?" Nick leaned in and tried to help her up.

"Dont be afraid of the mask, its new issue..."

She could hardly see, her eyes hazed with tears as she ran. Probably a bad idea. She could see only blurry shapes, the world was a blur,sound crashed over her without her being able to understand it. The tracks of her tears glistened in the streetlight as she slammed into the man. The sybiote reacted, rolling her off him, and keeping her from a painful impact. She lay aside from him, her shoulders still wracked with barely-stifled sobs as she tried to figure out what had just happened to her. She tried to blink away her tears as she looked to the figure she had run into. She could feel his presence with her tremorsense, as she called it, but her eyes were still too hazy to see anything but blurry shapes.

"Wh-who?" she asked, a sob halting her speech. "N-no! Get away from me! I'm a monster!" she wept, flailing ineffectively to ward him off. She couldn't be trusted! She'd eat him too! No, the monster attached to her would, she'd just have to watch.

Ken was sent reeling into the ground by the girl. He hit his head on the ground, and blacked out for a second. He looked around, the room spinning. He tried to stand, but tipped back onto his knees, too dizzy to see. His head throbbed, and he felt like puking. He started to crawl away from the wailing girl, but he heard her standing up behind him.

"What was that? Sounds like someone in distress... Miss, i have to leave you here or you need to follow me!" Nick ran into another alleyway, a girl in a skintight suit swung at another man.

"Miss! Cease and desist!"

He ran up to the girl and tried to comfort the obviously hysterical young lady.

"Whats wrong, miss? Why are you... doing that.... whatever that was to this man? "

He tried to touch her shoulder.

As an instinctual reaction, the symbiote covered her shoulder in inch-long spikes where the man was about to touch. This only made her cry harder, still lying on her side on the filthy sidewalk still. She stopped her flailing and brought her knees up to her chest, her hands covering her face as she sobbed. All she could do was feel violated. She had never asked this suit to do what it did, and she was grateful for the protection, but it couldn't be trusted anymore. This thing that was a constant part of her had betrayed her trust, and she couldn't escape it. Now she was just realizing just what the symbiote was capable of, and it terrified her utterly.

"STEP BACK, RIGHT NOW." His own suit said, it identified the threat and shot his muscles to the side. He pulled out his stunstick and switched it on.

"What the hell? Spikes? "

The stunstick shot electricity around like a tesla coil hiting the spike on her shoulder and giveing whatever was on her a jolt.

--ZZZZT--

"Second warning, release your guard and stand down. I dont want to hurt you but if you continue to try and shank me with spikes I just might have to. "

He unclipped the pistol at his waist and brought it up switching the stunstick off and puting it away he loaded a clip of blunt bullets that would just hurt her instead of ripping her to shreds like the normal Hollow tips. He switched off the safety and shot in the air once.
The sound echoed onto what seemed like forever. Dogs were heard yiping and running away from the sound that hurt their ears and the huge bugs started to buzz in discomfort.

"Third warning, stand down. Right Now.."

Ken sat back, watching the two with their crazy suits fight. The girl just seemed to be crying.he stumbled aback to her, and gently put a hand on her shoulder, tense in case of the worst. "Cool it man, she's not alright.." He said to the cop-guy.

He whiped around at the man who was just being "attacked" if you can call flailing arms an attack.

"Take it easy, these are blunt rounds. I dont really feel like being impaled today."

He looked at the girl, into her eyes. Disturbed, sad, confused, angry. He saw it all in her eyes.
He lowered his gun, put it away and steped near her.

"Its ok, look at me. Im a police officer. I can help, just calm down. You dont need to struggle anymore. Everything is ok." he said with a calming voice extending a hand again.


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(Wierd. I've made this post four times, but it never shows...)

The symbiont recoiled from the shock, sending ripples over the material of her jumpsuit, thinning and parting at the contact point, exposing her bare shoulder for the first time in ages. Smooth, soft and pale, she shuddered through her sobs as she felt the cool air on it. The suit flashed to a bright, angry red, before fading to a dull angry orange as it re-covered her shoulder.

Eventually, she managed to quiet her sobs and pull herself up to a sitting position. "I-i'm sorry..." she said. "I'm j-just... Really confused... And then that doggy..." She tried to explain, failing miserably, before she lost her voice to sobs again.

"Sh sh sh sh.. come on. Take my hand, I promise not to hurt you. Im a police officer."

He looked down at her and realized the blood on the ground next to her.

"Uh, thats all behind... you now right? The only reason im asking is because my radio isnt responding and my car is out of range, geting stabbed in the back isnt the way I want to die..."

He relized he was talking in the eerie metrocop voice still through the mask.

"Oh! Sorry, im a bi-human... "

He said offering her a hand to get up.

"Promise you wont spike me this time?"

Ken watched as the two- beings conversed.

She smiled weakly and wiped her tears away as the sobs slowly faded away. "Th-thank you. I'lll try not to s-spike you, it doesn't a-always listen to me." She explained, taking his hand and getting to her feet. She took a second to straighten herself up, fixing her hair, and cleaning up her tear-streaked face and bloodshot eyes. Not like there was anyone to show off to, but still, she couldn't help but feel self-conscious when she knew she was dirty.

As her eyes cleared she got the first good look at the men in front of her. One was dressed like he was jous out on any normal day, and the other was dressed in some kind of full-body suit, he looked like someone in authority, at the very least. He said he was a cop... Maybe he could tell what was going on. "Can either of you help me? I don't know where I am, and I just want to go home..." She asked, looking around the urban wasteland with fear. this was the worst she'd ever seen. Worse than her downtown, certainly.

"I dont know anything either. My radio is dead and my patrol car isnt in range." He looked into her eyes, bloodshot. Crying.

"Umm are you.. ok? Hurt? What about you?" He said turning to ken.

He looked at the girl again and even though she was dirty he couldent help but be attracted, it was in his genes. He was always one of those. The ones were every hot that came along caught his eye.

He rubbed the back of his head.

"W-well we should probably try something else other then my radio... does anyone have a cellphone?"

He smiled under his mask at the girl.

"I've got a phone," said Ken

"I do!" Yuu chimed, and a cellphone-shaped lump slithered over her skin out of the hump on her back, going up and over her flat stomach,where she reached and grabbed it, pulling her ultra-slim cell from the clinging, currently sky-blue material, where it instantly closed over her again. She gave a deft flick with her thumb, opening the keypad and rotating the screen up and sideways. "Oh, sweet, I got bars out here!" The material on her thumb bunched then split into a dozen tiny tendrils, one over each button on the cell. A flurry of beeps and an instant later she brought the phone to her ear. Her face went from excitement to slightly less excited. "Huh." Another flurry of beeps, and she never moved the phone from her ear. A few seconds later, her face fell further. Another flurry, another incremental sink in her features. "This is wierd..." She commented as she tried again. I have three bars, so it's not like I'm out of signal, but it keeps saying all the phones I call are out of range. Even the landlines." She muttered, chewing her lip anxiously.