Introduction
Every rose has it’s thorns
How it all started:
On January first of the year 2013, a new kind of disease started to spread. In a matter of 3 days it had spread all through the world, taking it by the throat. There are no warning symptoms that lead up to the disease, no chance to finish it before it starts. Your internal organs just start to freeze one by one as if they were turning into stone, until you’re rendered immobile. The heart is always left for last. No one knew where this strange epidemic came from, why it came or what it was called, so they nicknamed it “Reaper’s kryptonite”, for the simple reason that it was taking twice as many lives as the reaper himself.
Five years later, a group that go by the name of Jackles, scarcely appeared throughout the world, with the answer to the problem everyone had been praying and desperately searching for.
A cure.
In just 5 short years, the disease had taken millions and millions of lives and no doctor, no matter how skilled, had been able to find the cure. As a result, when this group arrived, everyone instantly worshiped them as if they were God himself. They took your friends and family for a week or two and returned them to you safe, sound and completely cured. They were more beautiful than any human had ever seen, and everyone was fully convinced that they could do or cause no harm.
Two years after their arrival, you were contaminated and registered to be taken in to be cured, only to find out that everything they were telling you was a big, fat lie.
Those who are taken to be “cured” are taken to and abandoned city placed on an uncharted island they call Jackle’s Paradise, which only they can access. Once there, they let the disease kill you slowly and painfully. Or, if they really don’t like you, they kill you themselves. Rumor on the island is that they're heartless, soulless, incapable of loving anything or anyone. So, how are they managing to fool every one. How can someone go back home safe and sound, and cured, when really they’re dead? And are the rumors true? Are they really incapable of feeling love?
Maybe you can change that.
"Are we cruel and deceiving? Yes of course! Are we heartless, emotionless beasts? Perhaps.
Are we incapable of loving? Of course not! I love power, I love making those weaker than me tremble at my knees. And I absolutely LOVE killing... aside from that, there is nothing else worth loving. "
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If you are reading this, it means one of two things: you're one of the few survivors that hasn't been finished off by the disease, or captured by jacklew.,
In which case, here are some tips to hep you along.
1-NEVER let your guard down -Jackles can and will attack at any moment-
2-NEVER travel alone
3-Trust no one. Absolutely no one...
4-ALWAYS have a weapon of some sort on you.
5-Most importantly NEVER look at anyone straight in the eyes, that's how Jackles take control over humans. F as a savior.or a very select few this ability is drastically advanced, and you never know who could secretly be a Jackle-
Now off you go! I wish you the best of luck and I pray that you will continue in your dangerous service as a savior.
Main characters:
(Humans/captives)
#1 – TAKEN - Aria Roselli (female/19 years old)
#2 – TAKEN - Claes Eiker (Male/19 years old)
#3 – OPEN
#4 - OPEN
(Jackles –Immortal/young appearance-)
#! – OPEN (male) (Leader of the top 4 most powerful Hackles and the Master's right hand man)
#2 - OPEN
#3 - OPEN
#4 - OPEN
(Smaller, yet most important characters)
Leader of all Jackles: Castiel Renolds (TAKEN)
Scientist - (OPEN)
OTHERS:
1-Other humans/captives
2-Other Jackles you might randomly seen
*these can be created by anyone and you can create as many of these as you like. You’ll only be seeing them every once in a while. (Sort of like the background actors in a TV show)
FINALLY! Character skeletons!
~For humans~
Full name:
Nickname: (if you want one)
Gender:
Age:
Country: (Let’s just say we all know how to speak English)
Appearance: (Picture, description or both)
Personality:
Biggest fear:
~For Jackles~
Full name:
Niackname: (The majority are given niacknames depending on their strengths)
Appearance: (Same applies here)
Personality:
Strength(s): (up to 2, unless you are the leader of the group of 4)
Weakness(s):
Number of victims:
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 9 authors
Pain.
Dying.
Family.
Blurred red tinted imagines swirled through Kathrine's sub conscience mind, haunting her not only when she was awake but while she slumbered. She saw her family, waiting at home, looking out at the horizen, waiting for her lone shadowed figure to appear and return to them. But it never appeared, and one by one they slowly lay on the ground, pressing their faces against the dirt until each of them were face down on the earth. Then, before Kat's very eyes, they began to wither away just like in the video she'd watched in school. Their bodiests decomposed, ravaged in fast motion by animals and the elements until they, her family, were nothing but bones. Pale, milky white bones left to bake in the intense sun that hung onimously above them like an evil, glowing eye with it's giant gaze casting rays upon them.
'Here Kitty Kitty, alone alone~ Kitty come home, home, Kitty come home~'
Their sweet, whispered, sing-song voices called,
'Back to your palace, safe and warm~ Come home Kitty, Kitty come home~'
Singing in a chorus the song they fasioned to call their cats back home at the end of the day.
'Kitty-Kat come home~ Kat come home~ Home home, Kat come home~'
Though the landscape was barren save for the bones with now littered the floor.
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Kat sat up suddenly, panting, her eyes darting wildly around the dim room as her eyes adjusted to the almost none existant light which illuminated from the wee hours of the morning. Her body was drenched in a cold sweat so her messy hair stuck to the back of her neck. Glancing down she found she had, in her panic, pulverized the bean bag she'd been sleeping on which had caused it to burst, splitting dried beans and fluff over the floor. Additionally she had ripped the blanket ('When did I get a blanket?') which had been carefully drapped over her previously sleeping form. Quietly she sunk back into her previous position, laying on her back, sprawled out a little bit now in an attempt to cool off.
Slowly Kat's heart rate dropped back to normal as she did a few after thought breathing exersizes and she placed a shaking hand on her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to get the haunting tune out of her head. It had been twisted from an innocent, childhood rhyme sung by her precious family to a malicious siren's song sung by the ghosts of darkness this illness had left in their place, luring Kat into a place she'd dared not traverse to, even if it was her supposed family doing the taunting. Kat needed to stay strong; for their sake, otherwised they'd get pulled into the shadows of this disease too.
Dying.
Family.
Blurred red tinted imagines swirled through Kathrine's sub conscience mind, haunting her not only when she was awake but while she slumbered. She saw her family, waiting at home, looking out at the horizen, waiting for her lone shadowed figure to appear and return to them. But it never appeared, and one by one they slowly lay on the ground, pressing their faces against the dirt until each of them were face down on the earth. Then, before Kat's very eyes, they began to wither away just like in the video she'd watched in school. Their bodiests decomposed, ravaged in fast motion by animals and the elements until they, her family, were nothing but bones. Pale, milky white bones left to bake in the intense sun that hung onimously above them like an evil, glowing eye with it's giant gaze casting rays upon them.
'Here Kitty Kitty, alone alone~ Kitty come home, home, Kitty come home~'
Their sweet, whispered, sing-song voices called,
'Back to your palace, safe and warm~ Come home Kitty, Kitty come home~'
Singing in a chorus the song they fasioned to call their cats back home at the end of the day.
'Kitty-Kat come home~ Kat come home~ Home home, Kat come home~'
Though the landscape was barren save for the bones with now littered the floor.
~~~~~~~
Kat sat up suddenly, panting, her eyes darting wildly around the dim room as her eyes adjusted to the almost none existant light which illuminated from the wee hours of the morning. Her body was drenched in a cold sweat so her messy hair stuck to the back of her neck. Glancing down she found she had, in her panic, pulverized the bean bag she'd been sleeping on which had caused it to burst, splitting dried beans and fluff over the floor. Additionally she had ripped the blanket ('When did I get a blanket?') which had been carefully drapped over her previously sleeping form. Quietly she sunk back into her previous position, laying on her back, sprawled out a little bit now in an attempt to cool off.
Slowly Kat's heart rate dropped back to normal as she did a few after thought breathing exersizes and she placed a shaking hand on her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to get the haunting tune out of her head. It had been twisted from an innocent, childhood rhyme sung by her precious family to a malicious siren's song sung by the ghosts of darkness this illness had left in their place, luring Kat into a place she'd dared not traverse to, even if it was her supposed family doing the taunting. Kat needed to stay strong; for their sake, otherwised they'd get pulled into the shadows of this disease too.
Ambrose Priphea
Ambrose's gasps for breath continued as his nightmare continued, playing like a movie on the backs of his eyelids. He shook, clutching the blanket tighter and tighter, until his knuckles were white. Whatever was in his nightmare, was either effecting him in reality or vice versa. His breaths began to truly catch and rasp out, eventually resulting in the mute choking as he slept. After several moments, his lips began to turn faintly blue and his face somewhat ashen as his hands went up to his throat, pulling at the skin as if to try and unrestrict his breathing. He flailed for a moment, choking and sputter until his lungs abruptly began to pull in air and his throat opened.
With a ragged, tearing gasp and he sat up and began to cough, one hand at his throat while the other gripped the blanket as he coughed. He took deep breaths, pulling oxygen back into his lungs until the world came back into focus and he could finally look around and make sure everyone was awake. After a moment of gathering reality once more, he fell back with a dull thud and pressed the heel of his palms against his eyes. 'Oh gosh,' he thought to himself, simply resting for another moment.
Aria faintly heard couching coming from behind. Sounding as if it were coming from miles and miles away. She slowly turned to study where the sounds were coming from and noticed Kat had moved around. Since she was still laying down, she couldn't make out whether she was awake or still asleep. Everything was entirely out of focus. She then spotted Ambrose. He seemed to be sitting up. Obviously awake, which means that the coughing must of been coming from him. "Ambrose" she tried to call out, but it was barely a little louder than a whisper. She sighed and rushed over to him, half-way running up the steps to the stage and tripping severely on the last one.
She caught herself with her hands right before she hit her face on the wooden stage floor, and felt a sharp pain run up her arms and down her spine. She shivered, and quickly discarded the pain. She pushed herself to stand up and slowly walked over to him, then knelled down to his level. Not wanting the act of looking down at him to get her dizzy again.
"Are you okay?!" she asked worriedly, her voice still fading.
She caught herself with her hands right before she hit her face on the wooden stage floor, and felt a sharp pain run up her arms and down her spine. She shivered, and quickly discarded the pain. She pushed herself to stand up and slowly walked over to him, then knelled down to his level. Not wanting the act of looking down at him to get her dizzy again.
"Are you okay?!" she asked worriedly, her voice still fading.
"Most logically our fastest members would be the best choice. They can cover a lot of ground quickly, and with the least chance of being noticed." They? Shira wondered, knowing the rest of them couldn't rival Brisk for sheer speed. But when he named her, she had to admit it did make sense, though she would never have suggested herself going out and...spying. She repressed a slight shiver at the thought. It was bound to be boring. But at least she could mark her prey quickly. Who was it again? The 'small blind one?' Hmph. Shira nodded once when he said they should stay and watch. The chances of them seeing her were slim, because even if she couldn't disappear, she knew the city better than, well, pretty much everyone. And people tended only to look on ground level, even if they were watching for spies or Jackles who would tear them apart. Sometimes you'd find one who thought to check the rooftops as well. But who thought to look inside the buildings? She had never met anyone who had.
Realizing Seth was speaking to all of them now, she turned her attention back to him. "I hope you all love a good hunt, because I sure do. Of course, when we set the traps, we will make it so that each of us will be able to play with our well-earned toys as we like. Now...let us begin." She offered him a cold smile, one that didn't reach her eyes, glancing at Brisk and saying, simply, "Now." Shira turned and walked down the hallway, wondering if the other girl would catch up to her and stay to divide up the city, or would just run ahead and start looking. Both options would be fine with Shira, but it would be easier if they did talk. She sighed, thinking about the sheer amount of work that was going to go into this, though it might, might be interesting. It would be different, thats for sure.
Realizing Seth was speaking to all of them now, she turned her attention back to him. "I hope you all love a good hunt, because I sure do. Of course, when we set the traps, we will make it so that each of us will be able to play with our well-earned toys as we like. Now...let us begin." She offered him a cold smile, one that didn't reach her eyes, glancing at Brisk and saying, simply, "Now." Shira turned and walked down the hallway, wondering if the other girl would catch up to her and stay to divide up the city, or would just run ahead and start looking. Both options would be fine with Shira, but it would be easier if they did talk. She sighed, thinking about the sheer amount of work that was going to go into this, though it might, might be interesting. It would be different, thats for sure.
Ambrose Priphea
Ambrose cleared his throat, closing his eyes to rest. His lungs were on fire, but he could force himself to ignore it best he could. He felt that with every passing day it seemed to become harder and harder to draw in a simple breath. He had only been here several months, but his health had been cut by a hefty half in those few months. When he came in, he could run a marathon to get away from Jackles, now he could run a couple blocks before almost passing out as his lungs threatened to collapse. Hopefully they would all be able to leave soon, to go home, to see their families, to live healthy lives.
As Aria's voice finally pierced through the air to reach his ears, he glanced at her and smiled lightly, despite how his skin seemed paler and his lips were tinted with a slowly coloring blue - As if life was slowly returning to him. He nodded, before cocking his head and gesturing towards her, as if to ask if she herself was alright. His expression clearly had concern written across it, as well as a lingering exhaustion - but just from his sore body rather than lack of rest/sleep. After all, he had slept quite a bit, and rather soundly until just a moment ago.
Claes flicked his eyes open on reflex. He could hear voices now. He guessed that the others were awake. Then, that meant it was time to tell them at least something. He sighed. He probably wasn't ready for that, but he did have to tell them. He stood up slowly.
"Hey... Everyone's up, right?" he said, taking a breath and not waiting for a response. He wanted to spit the first part out as soon as possible. "You know how people react the Reaper's Kryptonite and die within a few months at most right?" his voice caught in his throat and he exhaled the last of the air in his longer before the third set of words came out of his mouth, almost hesitantly. He still hadn't actually told anyone this before. Even his family... No, whatever his family had been replaced with... Weren't sure. "I've had it for two years now. My body hasn't been affected directly at all."
He finally finished and waited for the response. He was actually glad that he had chosen the time right after they woke up to say this much. Depending in how it went down, he would be able to continue at the moment. Or possibly not.
"Hey... Everyone's up, right?" he said, taking a breath and not waiting for a response. He wanted to spit the first part out as soon as possible. "You know how people react the Reaper's Kryptonite and die within a few months at most right?" his voice caught in his throat and he exhaled the last of the air in his longer before the third set of words came out of his mouth, almost hesitantly. He still hadn't actually told anyone this before. Even his family... No, whatever his family had been replaced with... Weren't sure. "I've had it for two years now. My body hasn't been affected directly at all."
He finally finished and waited for the response. He was actually glad that he had chosen the time right after they woke up to say this much. Depending in how it went down, he would be able to continue at the moment. Or possibly not.
Aria watches Ambrose curiously. The look of pain and discomfort written all over his face. She frowned, but once he gestured towards her she half smiled and nodded. "Don't worry about me" she says straining her voice to sound as normal as she can. As far as she thought, it sounded pretty okay. "I'm just fine" she smiles wider. All the while, her head is spinning and she can't tell left from right. "But you don't look to well. Do you need anything?" her voice now a little more shaky than before. All her energy was now exhausted. She gets on one knee and extends her right hand to him to offer him help in the chance that he's wanting to stand up, and noticed red smudges all over her hand and arm. Her eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. "What is this from?". she stares at her hand for a few seconds and the pounding in her head comes back. "The speaker..." she thinks [/i]"I was bleeding?"[/i] She looks at Ambrose and quickly retracts her hand and puts it in her pocket.
Just then Claes speaks up, and she turns to face him to avoid any confrontation that has to do with the apparently serious hit she had taken to the head. As Claes speaks, his explanation piercing in to Aria's ears, she can't do anything other than to listen. Partially curious, but mainly concerned. If he'd had this for two years, how much longer would he be able to live?
Just then Claes speaks up, and she turns to face him to avoid any confrontation that has to do with the apparently serious hit she had taken to the head. As Claes speaks, his explanation piercing in to Aria's ears, she can't do anything other than to listen. Partially curious, but mainly concerned. If he'd had this for two years, how much longer would he be able to live?
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“Perhaps a stuffed toy, and cute clothing would benefit you. It is more than likely a female will take to you more easily, and therefore we must play on this.”
Seth looked at Rian for a moment, taking in his sister's words. "She has a point, although if your clothing is too well-kept then it is likely they will become suspicious. Also, it is likely that they're in bad shape. After all, they're humans with the 'disease'. If anything, you'll need to seem like you're in pain too." Seth smiled, his signature wicked grin seeping with maliciousness. "But don't worry. We can take care of that just before you go to meet them." And he'd enjoy it too. For all those times the stupid chit was incompetent....
But regardless. There was work to be done. They'd been wasting too much time already talking about these things. It was time to take action. "One more thing." He added as an afterthought, "You'll need a backstory, some excuse to tell them if they ask how you escaped or about your past. I think a simple one will do. Perhaps-"
"Come"
Feeling Castiel's gaze on his back, he immediately stops mid-sentence as if pulled by an invisible wire and turns away. He was always one to snap to when it came to Castiel, no matter what he was doing or where he was. Doing as he was bid, he walked back to the room and closed the door behind him.
"Your assignment, Seth, goes far beyond just killing this little pest. But i'm sure you already know what i'm wanting you to do."
Upon hearing this, Seth grinned widely once more. He was being given permission to play with his toy? Today was truly a good day, after all.
"Just a few things then" he states as he continues his pacing. "One, keep the group under control. I want this done as fast and organized as possible. Two..." he stops for a couple of seconds in front of the boy. "Make sure that insignificant little human learns her lesson" his tone slightly lower than before. "And lastly" he walks a few more steps then comes to a stop in front of the suit case. He opens it, taking the last injection in his hand. A slight grin forms on his face before it quickly vanishes. "This was meant for me" he explains "but there's another one in progress, designed to be up to five times stronger than this one. So with this" he hands Seth the small item, knowing that he's the only one who would not rebel against him upon having this much power. Once he places it in the boys hands, he closes the case and awaits his response.
"As always, you know me best, Master. I will show her the absolute best of Jackle hospitality, as per your order....." He snickered a little bit at his own little joke, but his facial expression quickly became serious as his Master handed him another injection. To be honest, he was surprised. What if he became stronger than Master?
"Master....."
No. No one was stronger than Master, it simply wasn't possible. And even if he did become stronger, he simply wasn't the traitorous type. He was bloodthirsty, cruel, even downright evil....but he was also loyal. Seth closed eyes for a moment, ruthlessly stabbing the injection into his neck. The pain was something of a comfort to him. Then, he opened his eyes back open again and bowed.
"Thank you, Master. Your will is my command." His voice no longer held any trace of doubt. He would do as he had always done, regardless of strength or power- he would carry out Castiel's every command to the letter. He smiled again, straightening up. "With this power, I will make your every dream into a reality. Anything for you, my Master." To Seth, it seemed that Castiel took in his response before continuing.
"Oh, and see to it that she stops making a mess out of my hospital" he states, referring to the Jackle braking down the walls. "Dismissed"
Seth bowed one last time and left the room, closing the door behind him. He looked around the hallway. Shira was already gone. Seth turned to Brisk. "Well, get going." He told her coldly, "And don't make any more messes in the hospital, or I'll punish you myself." Without waiting on an answer, he went back to where Rian and Davita were.
"Now, where were we? Oh yes. Backstory. Ah, but let's go get those clothes, we've wasted too much time...."
. . ~ Rian & Davita ~ . .
. Barra .
. Barra .
- - - -
Davita gave a slight nod in response to their leader. “Of course, we do not want them getting suspicious; mainly as I can foresee Rian being defeated by the intense pressure of that alone, if nothing else,” Thinking it over to herself the girl fell silent for a few moments as Seth continued. Once he was done suggesting the thought of adding pain to make the boy seem more genuine, Davita replied with another nod of agreement. “Of course, that is a wise suggestion.”
Perking her attention back onto the male as he spoke up Davita listened keenly to what he had to say, naturally, despite him being their leader. So, they needed a backstory? That wouldn’t be too hard to conjure up, and when watching their leader head off to Castiel the girl quickly began thinking over a plausible scenario for her brother.
Standing by himself, understandably quiet, Rian just sighed while feeling a bit unnerved by Seth. Even if it was a normal reaction to the dominating male, the boy felt more down about it than usual, but that could’ve just been nerves, perhaps. Rian was always nervous at the worst of times...
“Ah, I have an idea.” Davita spoke after some time had passed, and not too long after saw their leader reemerge, presuming his business with Castiel was over. “Oh yes, of course.”
Placing a hand to the boy’s shoulder she guided Rian forward as they began to head off down the hall in search of these clothes before continuing, “For a backstory I was thinking along the lines of a mother who abandons her child by sacrificing herself to Jackles, and allowing her child to escape in return from this noble act. After all, something more heartwarming would make the humans more inclined to help Rian, and after supposedly loosing his mother, who would let any child wander off alone?”
After a few minutes Rian piped up and asked, “So where we goin’ to get these clothes?” Ignoring his sister briefly the boy gazed up towards Seth curiously, and a little cautiously. Would he be getting Seth’s old clothes? Maybe he could act like Seth, and maybe even be Seth. Ooh, if only.
But then another thought came to mind. Pain. What would Seth do to him?!
“Ahh… You know, I could just limp or wear loads of bandages to make it look if I had been in lot’ of accidents and stuff?” The boy continued, raising a hopeful eyebrow. “Just a thought.”
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Brianna
Brisk rolled her eyes to Seth. If she wasn't so...weak minded, she could take him down, easily. But she would be forever vulnerable to them, all of them. Without a second glance, she darts out of the room, ready to do what she does best: running. Running made her seem at ease. Almost as enjoyable as torturing humans, running was one of her favorite activities. Mostly because even if another Jackal tried, they would never be able to catch her. She quickly found Shira, but didn't want to stick to her. If she found where the humans were, she would go back and find Shira. For now she would leave her in the dust, smiling to herself.
Kat
(sort of going to rephrase what I already wrote before a while ago, just to get her active and stuff)
Kat peeked out from behind the door on the other side of the room, watching a Jackel talk to Castiel. Or Father Cas, as she called him. She watched as the Jackel left, and then stepped into the room herself. "Which one was that, Father Cas?" she asked, playing with a fray in one of the curtains. She was a little new to the whole Jackel thing. In fact, she wasn't quite sure what a Jackel was, but that is what Casteil called her. It was boring stuck inside all day. She wanted to hurt someone. Make them suffer. "Father Casteil? Can I go have fun?" she asked, knowing what he would mean. Then she remembered something. "I did what you said. The injection didn't do anything."
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“For a backstory I was thinking along the lines of a mother who abandons her child by sacrificing herself to Jackles, and allowing her child to escape in return from this noble act. After all, something more heartwarming would make the humans more inclined to help Rian, and after supposedly losing his mother, who would let any child wander off alone?”
Seth folded his arms as they walked, nodding in agreement. "That's good enough. I bet they've all got their little sob stories, so you'll fit right in with that one. Just don't be too obvious about it."
“So where we goin’ to get these clothes?”
"Simple. The children's ward, of course. If you want a convincing outfit, take it straight from what you're trying to look like." Seth's oddly wise words were accentuated by him stopping in front of a door. Shrill, high-pitched screams could be heard from inside, male and female alike.
“Ahh… You know, I could just limp or wear loads of bandages to make it look if I had been in lot’ of accidents and stuff? Just a thought.”
His hand on the knob, Seth suddenly became very still. Then, he slowly turned to the boy. "Are you afraid of pain, weakling?" He said softly, in a voice colder than an iceberg, "You know, they say the best way to get rid of your fears is to experience them firsthand...." An almost murderous glint shined in his eyes a moment as he gave Rian a small, malicious smile. However, it suddenly went away when he turned back to the door.
"But not yet." He continued, his voice suddenly normal, "Clothing first. You have to look the part before I beat it into you. I mean, help put you into character." He corrected himself, chuckling just a bit. Then, he turned back to Rian with a small, innocent-seeming smile. "I'll even give you a small lesson on how to handle these filthy creatures, right now, weakling. Watch carefully."
With that, he opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately his expression changed, turning from his normal coldness to one of action. He went around the room effectively knocking out the fellow Jackles whom were dressed like doctors and nurses; taking care to make it appear as if he killed them in various ways. The children strapped to the hospital beds looked on in both fear and awe. Once he was done he turned to the children.
"Are you all right? Is anyone hurt?" His voice oozed with concern, almost scarily real. His facial expression even seemed concerned, caring.
"Please....help us! Please!" One little boy begged, whom seemed close to Rian's size. Seth turned his attention to him, going to his bedside and undoing his straps.
"Don't worry, we're here to get you guys out of here!" Seth told the boy, "But, please, if you would, would you exchange clothes with my little brother?" He seemed to plead, pointing over at Rian. "He's wearing Jackles clothing. If you wear it, they'll probably mistake you for one of them, and you'll be able to escape."
The little boy nodded, but then asked, "But what about your brother? Won't they go after him with my clothes?"
Seth shook his head. "They're looking for him because they know he's wearing Jackle clothing. If he switches back to normal clothes, it's likely it'll put them off track. Won't you help my brother? Please?"
After a moment, the boy nodded, then began to strip. Once his clothes were off, he handed them to Seth.
Seth smiled, his teeth showing. Once the clothes were in his hands, he immediately reverted back to his usual self, grabbing the poor child by the throat. Without any warning, the boy seem to explode from the inside, blood needles sprouting out through what seemed like every inch of skin. Some even went through Seth's own hand, piercing it.
Seth let go of what was left of the poor boy's body, watching it with a blank look on his face as it fell. He quickly took out the blood needles in his hand, dropping them to the ground and watching as they liquidized upon impact. Well. That was unexpected. I suppose the injections are working more quickly than I thought they would. But then again...I did have a double dose.
He turned to Rian, handing him the bloodstained clothes. "The blood should dry in a bit. I'm afraid I'll have to give you wounds accordingly, but you don't mind, do you?" Seth chuckled to himself. "Let's continue on, shall we~?" He went on, glancing over at the other children. They seemed simply speechless, completely unbelieving of what they just saw.
. . ~ Rian & Davita ~ . .
. Barra .
. Barra .
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Upon arriving at the door to what he learned to be the children’s ward Rian stopped a few paces behind Seth, taking in the older Jackles words slowly, and carefully thinking over each one in his mind.
When questioned, Rian raised his eyes to look more direct at Seth and replied, “N-No. Pain doesn’t…” Unable to finish what he was saying, and quickly staring off elsewhere, the boy quietly lingered for a few moments before following on afterwards into the room of captured children. A minute later his sister entered, equally as curious.
Beat it into me? Put me into character? I hope it won’t hurt… as much as it sounds, He thought.
Once inside, Rian didn’t know where to look and kept his sudden urge to weep hidden away. Clearly, if it wasn’t obvious, the boy was easily broken down by any sorrowfulness compared to other Jackles. However, likewise Davita was a little cautious once inside the room. She held a minor soft spot for children, as weird as it would sound, mainly as she saw little value in taking away their little lives.
While witnessing Seth pleading to the boy, Rian just stood with slight confusion; somewhat almost believing Seth’s concerning nature towards the human. Of course though, that wouldn’t last. It was almost painful to watch the naive child go along with the fabricated tale, to see him so hopeful, it was just a bit heat-tugging when knowing the inevitable end. That poor kid.
Just then, nearly jumping with fright, Rian watched as the human seemingly blew up. He’s not gonna do that to me, is he?! I’ll be dead for sure! Exhaling heavily, Rian stood nervously. I wouldn’t put it past him to claim it was an accident!
As Seth spoke to him the boy blinked, snapping his attention onto the clothes that were offered to him. “The blood is still wet…” Rian commented with obvious displeasure, then gazed up to Seth. “Your not gonna do that to me, are you! The whole… exploding-boom-die-die thing?!” Gasping, and taking a step back, the boy panicked and looked around the room for some form of an exit. No luck. “You know, I ought to get dressed! We’re wasting time messing around here, so…” Quickly, and very quietly, Rian disappeared into the room’s supply cupboard and got dressed.
Sitting at the edge of one of the beds that held a child, Davita pondered quietly to herself while her brother got changed. After a few minutes, sure enough, Rian reemerged and resembling that of the human before him who had died not long ago. The clothes fitted snuggly against his figure, and the boy easily looked like a human for the most part.
“Oh, you know what? I could just injure myself. No need for you to strain yourself there, Seth-y boy. Wouldn’t want ya’ having to bother with little me, haha!” Rian suggested, sounding hopeful again as he had done before. “After all I respect you one hundred percent, know what I mean!~”
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“Your not gonna do that to me, are you! The whole… exploding-boom-die-die thing?!”
At this, Seth just gave Rian a look as if to say, Are you stupid?
“You know, I ought to get dressed! We’re wasting time messing around here, so…”
Seth scowled but remained silent as the boy went and got changed. As expected, he looked human.
“Oh, you know what? I could just injure myself. No need for you to strain yourself there, Seth-y boy. Wouldn’t want ya’ having to bother with little me, haha!” Rian suggested, sounding hopeful again as he had done before. “After all I respect you one hundred percent, know what I mean!~”
Seth's scowl got deeper. He found Rian annoying as hell, and would have loved to do the honors, but surprisingly the boy who wouldn't shut up actually had a point for once. He wouldn't realize it, but with Seth's growing power it was risky to try to injure him without doing the same thing he had to the human- at least not without Seth somehow getting some practice in, which he had no time for at this point.
Seth sighed. He had no choice but to go along with him, even if he hated it. Suddenly, Seth smiled at Rian, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Well, well, well. I would never have expected that you were that type, Rian. How masochistic of you." Seth walked over to him, expertly guarding the real reason he was letting him have his way. "Fine. I'll let you have the pleasure of harming yourself. I do hope you won't disappoint me...." He walked over to the door.
"Anyway, we've got the clothes, so let's see if we can get going. We've wasted enough time here." He motioned for Davita and Rian to follow.
Aria paced back and forth on the wooden stage, stealing glances at the others every once in a while. Her face was still partly numb and her headaches got stronger and stranger by the second. Not like the normal headaches she's had ever since the monster whom they call "Reaper's Kryptonite" took over her. She wouldn't tell this to the others but right now, all she could think about was quitting, and just letting the Jackles win. She suddenly stops and shakes her head. What is she thinking? She can't let them win. If she does, not only will she let her grandpa down, but everyone else that decided to join her on this very risky and stupid mission.
She looked around as Claes explained himself, and realizing something (or someone) was missing. The new guy...where'd he go?? Aria descretely scouts the area so as to keep the others from noticing just yet. Did he go somewhere? Did he get lost? She stopped for a moment, thinking on her feet. "I'll be right back" she half whispers to the group "I'm gonna see if I can find something to clean some of this blood off" and with that she walks back stage as the others continue to talk.
She steps into the green room and quickly searches every inch. Nothing. So she continues on to the dressing rooms. Looking closely, she sees a small, white bottle. Make-up removal? She opens it to see that there is a tiny amount left on the bottom. She figured it would have to do. She rips a tiny piece of cloth from the curtain covering a small window and quickly cleans her face as much as she can. She studies herself in the broken mirror. "No where near as beautiful as the Jackles" she mumbles to herself "But it'll have to do" she then searches through the old, ripped clothing and something small and black catches her attention. "A beret?" she picks it up and notices it's laying on top of what looks something very similar to what Jackles wear. She doesn't think twice before trying it on. It fits her body size, but not her height. The sleeves on the jacket are a bit too long. But beggars can't be choosers. She throws on her beret and looks back at the door. "Please be safe until i come back" she whispers. IF i come back. And with that she opens the small window and manages to squeeze through. Once out, she starts walking as quickly as she can in the direction they had comes from, with no specific plan in mind other than to find him. And maybe anyone else who could need help, plus some food. Seeing as everyone, including her, was close to starvation. She hoped that her disguise was enough to get her by, even if just for a little while.
She looked around as Claes explained himself, and realizing something (or someone) was missing. The new guy...where'd he go?? Aria descretely scouts the area so as to keep the others from noticing just yet. Did he go somewhere? Did he get lost? She stopped for a moment, thinking on her feet. "I'll be right back" she half whispers to the group "I'm gonna see if I can find something to clean some of this blood off" and with that she walks back stage as the others continue to talk.
She steps into the green room and quickly searches every inch. Nothing. So she continues on to the dressing rooms. Looking closely, she sees a small, white bottle. Make-up removal? She opens it to see that there is a tiny amount left on the bottom. She figured it would have to do. She rips a tiny piece of cloth from the curtain covering a small window and quickly cleans her face as much as she can. She studies herself in the broken mirror. "No where near as beautiful as the Jackles" she mumbles to herself "But it'll have to do" she then searches through the old, ripped clothing and something small and black catches her attention. "A beret?" she picks it up and notices it's laying on top of what looks something very similar to what Jackles wear. She doesn't think twice before trying it on. It fits her body size, but not her height. The sleeves on the jacket are a bit too long. But beggars can't be choosers. She throws on her beret and looks back at the door. "Please be safe until i come back" she whispers. IF i come back. And with that she opens the small window and manages to squeeze through. Once out, she starts walking as quickly as she can in the direction they had comes from, with no specific plan in mind other than to find him. And maybe anyone else who could need help, plus some food. Seeing as everyone, including her, was close to starvation. She hoped that her disguise was enough to get her by, even if just for a little while.
Claes sat back down, with a soft thump. What had he just been thinking? With these guys... He would be lucky to get anywhere right now. They had enough problems of their own, without adding his issues on top of that. Still... He frowned as he thought about it. Kat and Ambrose probably wouldnt have reacted much at this point, but... Aria left in a hurry. Like she was distracted... By something... He stood up. Cleaning blood off of her clothes...? That was hardly a concern while they were in this... City. It was like raking leaves when the wind was blowing.
He went to Ambrose and Kat. "Hey! Wake up, now!" He hissed at them, before taking his headphones off. The only sounds were him, Kat, and Ambrose. Aria was gone.
He went to Ambrose and Kat. "Hey! Wake up, now!" He hissed at them, before taking his headphones off. The only sounds were him, Kat, and Ambrose. Aria was gone.
Claes sat back down, with a soft thump. What had he just been thinking? With these guys... He would be lucky to get anywhere right now. They had enough problems of their own, without adding his issues on top of that. Still... He frowned as he thought about it. Kat and Ambrose probably wouldnt have reacted much at this point, but... Aria left in a hurry. Like she was distracted... By something... He stood up. Cleaning blood off of her clothes...? That was hardly a concern while they were in this... City. It was like raking leaves when the wind was blowing.
He went to Ambrose and Kat. "Hey! Wake up, now!" He hissed at them, before taking his headphones off. The only sounds were him, Kat, and Ambrose. Aria was gone.
He went to Ambrose and Kat. "Hey! Wake up, now!" He hissed at them, before taking his headphones off. The only sounds were him, Kat, and Ambrose. Aria was gone.
. . ~ Rian & Davita ~ . .
. Barra .
. Barra .
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Raising an eyebrow Rian sighed as well, feeling a tad unsure at that moment. Masochistic? Sounds… cool!
“You know, delaying the self-hurting thingy would be cool. I mean, if the wounds are you know, pure fresh, then those humans will feel more scared and more willing to take me in, right? I‘ll just knock myself stupid before I meet them, it‘s all good!” Well, maybe Rian was smarter than he looked.
When heading out the door Rian gave a simple, overly cheerful smile towards Seth, before stepping out into the hallway quietly.
A moment after Davita followed, offering a nod in response. “Once we find out where the humans are I imagine everything will go smoothly. Then, with Rian amongst the humans, we can set the traps and ensure all is to plan.”
Beside his sister Rian stood silently before sparing a glance between the older Jackles. He realized it was all down to him now, completely, totally even. After all, what other Jackle could’ve done the job?
“Oh, guys! I know how you may be worrying over my acting skill-z as a human, but I totally assure you two that I can do this easy peasy! I mean, come one, what human could resist a cute face like this?! It‘s superbly impossible if your asking me!” The boy giggled to himself.
While Rian amused himself Davita glanced along and down the hallway. They had the clothes, though hadn’t heard from Shira or Brisk who had been sent to locate the humans.
“Anyways, I was thinking. Like, if I’m mingling about with those humans, who are quite poor, then does that mean I got to slum it as well? They got nothin‘, and it’s depressing, and so, you know, I kinda’ like a bit of comfort wherever I go, so…” Lingering between them Rian quieted himself suddenly. Heck, if I see something I’ll just take it, like, as a precaution for my wellbeing while on this mission!
“Let us go,” Davita spoke up, wrapping an arm round the boy’s shoulders. “We are indeed wasting time here, and before we know it those humans could have died by the time we get things in motion. As such, I propose we move quickly, and enquire about the other Jackles and see if they have made any progress.”
Nodding to this Rian seemed to act as if he knew what he was doing, though that was debatable. “Aye! Let’s go outside, I’m literally dieing to get some air about me! Plus, I can get… inspiration to be more human-like, you know.”
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Ambrose Priphea
Ambrose's world swirled around him, despite how he wanted to watch his friends to be sure they were okay. He reached up to his neck and gripped it lightly, although he knew that nothing he could do with his thought could help him. With every passing day, he could feel how each breath brought him less air and that each exhale felt thinner and thinner. He worried that if he could not live or take care of himself, how he would help the others - his friends. In his thoughts, he was unaware of the movements around him, despite how he should have been watching.
However, Claes' yell to wake up brought him out of his thoughts. Well, this wasn't good. He jumped to his feet as quickly as he could and looked around, oxygen slow to reach his brain causing a light-headedness. He gasped best he could for air as he frantically looked around. He quickly began to sign, but then realized it did him little good - Claes was blind and he wasn't sure if Kat had woken up. Damn! He opened his mouth to force his voice out, but very little came out - choking and wheezing mostly, and sometimes he coughed.
"Y.... kah... hah... uh... er..." Feeling his throat tighten and a throb of pain appear in his thought, he knew that he was doing nothing to help himself. Coughing, he could feel warm liquid splash on the back of his tongue. Pushing it to the front, he recognized the metallic taste, and touching his tongue for further examination only confirmed that it was blood. He went silent, frightened - Now how would they find Aria?
Aria subconsciously counted her steps as she walked. yes her mind was everywhere except the path she was walking on. Half of her regretted leaving the group like she had, without a word on a single explanation.But she knew they'd be okay without her. If Jackles just so happened to come before she got back, she was sure that they could handle just the same as if she would of been there. And as far as communication, they had Kat. She'd do a better job. Her one fear was that they'd come after her. And even though she'd rather have them stay where they are, something inside her hoped that they'd care enough to look for her. But that was extremely selfish of her. Their safety was always first.
The other half was strictly focused on her new side mission. It was more than clear that if it came down to a fight between them and the Jackles, they would need much more than just the four of them. Which is why she was determined to find this new guy and convince him to stay, along with anyone else who'd have the slightest bit of interest in joining their team. This way they'd have somewhat of a chance to win, or at least some sort of hope. But even though this seemed liked wishful thinking on her part, something in her gut told her that the same creatures responsible for this destructive disease, were also the only ones that had the cure.
She walked slowly, keeping her pace and heartbeat steady. She had seen the Jackles in action enough to know how to act as one. But always made sure to keep her head down. She could study their way of living and acting all she wanted and learn every single aspect of their ways down to the very heartbeat itself, but her distinctive, indescribable beauty was something she couldn't just fake.
A cold rush of wind suddenly slapped Aria back to her senses. Her jet black hair, along with the beret she had found covered half of her pale face. She had been counting her steps, yet had no idea what her feet had been up to this whole time. She took a few seconds to take in her surroundings; her heart skipped a beat once she realized where she had wandered off to. 'This is the children's ward..crap!' Somehow, without her knowledge, her feet had taken her right to the heart of the lion's den.
The other half was strictly focused on her new side mission. It was more than clear that if it came down to a fight between them and the Jackles, they would need much more than just the four of them. Which is why she was determined to find this new guy and convince him to stay, along with anyone else who'd have the slightest bit of interest in joining their team. This way they'd have somewhat of a chance to win, or at least some sort of hope. But even though this seemed liked wishful thinking on her part, something in her gut told her that the same creatures responsible for this destructive disease, were also the only ones that had the cure.
She walked slowly, keeping her pace and heartbeat steady. She had seen the Jackles in action enough to know how to act as one. But always made sure to keep her head down. She could study their way of living and acting all she wanted and learn every single aspect of their ways down to the very heartbeat itself, but her distinctive, indescribable beauty was something she couldn't just fake.
A cold rush of wind suddenly slapped Aria back to her senses. Her jet black hair, along with the beret she had found covered half of her pale face. She had been counting her steps, yet had no idea what her feet had been up to this whole time. She took a few seconds to take in her surroundings; her heart skipped a beat once she realized where she had wandered off to. 'This is the children's ward..crap!' Somehow, without her knowledge, her feet had taken her right to the heart of the lion's den.
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"I didn't make it to the top just on good looks, you know?"
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"Never let appearances fool you"
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Right Hand of the Jackles- The Bloody Executioner
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"I lasso steer, break stallions and shoot my own gun; I'm not going down without a fight."
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