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located in Another Earth, a part of Change is near, one of the many universes on RPG.

Another Earth

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Character Portrait: Chance McKillen Character Portrait: Zebulon De'Lature Dupree Character Portrait: Gabriel Blackmoor
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It figured it was going to be one of those days. Before he got to enjoy his coffee, he heard the commotion outside and ran to his living room window to check out the scene. His bike was a mess, from what he could see, but it looked like it could still perform. Gabriel cursed out loud and abandoned his cup of coffee to investigate. He threw on a black hoodie and grabbed his pack of smokes, then rushed out the door.

His mind whirled with what sort of damage his bike could have endured. The motorcycle was a gift from his father, so while it hadn't been the best investment, it was something with sentimental value. Gabriel grabbed hold of the bike and steadied it, then checked the amount of exterior and interior damage. The damnable thing could be salvaged, but it wasn't like he had extra cash lying around to do any major repairs. He cursed under his breath and lit a cigarette, the crimson edge created a shadow against his face. His nose crinkled again at the scent that assaulted the air. There was more than one, that much was certain and it put him in a foul mood.

Gabriel moved his motorcycle back and parked it away from wandering eyes. He inspected the exterior again and ran his hand through his hair in thought. Today just wasn't his day. He flicked the cigarette and watched ash flake off onto the muddied sidewalk. The stench of other Therians got to his senses and he looked around for the second one. Several scents mixed with one another, but he recognized one in particular: Zeb.

It couldn't be, but the scent of Zeb was undeniable. His scent lingered in the air, like a bad aftertaste. Memories flooded back of the times he lost his family to the killer. He growled in a predatory fashion, then inhaled the smoke from the cigarette, the crimson edge flared up and created a dim light.

Gabriel stood with a tense stance and glared toward the area that Zeb occupied. He shoved his hands in his pocket and kept his eyes on the figure that dared to enter his turf. Even for a loner, Gabriel wouldn't hesitate to take him one-on-one, but not in public and not in this mental state.

He slid the cigarette across his lips and let the ash fall in an unceremonial grace. Everything in his body screamed at him to attack the figure, but he held himself back, the intensity in his emotions began to cloud his better judgement. Gabriel continued to glare toward Zeb, with the thought that he would be sensed by his family's killer.

Gabriel rolled his shoulders out of their tension and stamped his boot on the remainder of his cigarette. There was no sense in mulling over actions that couldn't be fulfilled. He growled to himself and didn't notice the figure of Chance, until he began to turn toward his apartment. There was nothing that could be done about Zeb, unless he decided to make a foolish move toward him, which would be like a public death sentence.

"Were you injured?" He asked Chance, his tone calm. Gabriel motioned toward the Jeep. He had been so consumed by his thoughts and the presence of Zeb, that he didn't see Chance step into the scene until now.