Introduction
And it all came crashing down… Daemons are welcome!
Feel free to post whenever.
City Calgary About 10:45 pm:
She held her head from the window. Grinning to herself as she enjoyed the night summer air. Hearing her mother scream bloody murder before screaming herself. Only in response to her mother’s scream. Crash. Glass flew around her head body thrown against the seat best she now owed her life. She felt the car lurch under her hovering in the air for a moment before crashing back down. Giving the young girl in the seat major whiplash. Her body went limp before turning slowly to look over at her moth. Bleeding from her eyes and her mouth the air bag had failed to go. They had needed a new car. The shock not yet setting it as she fumbled with the belt and getting out of the car. Eyes growing wide as she let her eyes fall on a creature. Ugly warped and everything from a night mare stared back at her. Crouching on the edge of the small bridge she had crashed on. Its eyes shimmering red from the backs of the car lights. It grinned at her and slowly crept forwards on its hands and back feet. Its teeth growing longer as it walked like a monkey over to her. She screamed turning to run from it closing her eyes in blind terror. Something jumped on her back the thing. Pinning her to the ground with its feet and leaning over to her ear.
Biting off her ear and relishing the scream she let out. Bending back over to proceed to eat the rest of the small girl.
Around their heads all the people of this once great city was trapped. In their own homes and nowhere to go but wait and shiver and cry in fright. Most of the population wiped out in one fowl night. But it settled right after. Leaving plenty of survivors. But that was what they wanted. Something to do as they planned for the nest assault. They have to play and eat something right? Oh did I forget to mention? The sun never came back up. They all meet while being rounded up to be given out to daemons that want them. But it is up to them whether they get free and manage to get out of the city.
History of what and how it happened/Requested.
It was a simple thing of where people of power. Couldn't help but want more. Working man we shall call him Benjamin. Will set off the wave of panic that ruined a whole city. And possibly the world.
Benjamin was sitting in his office. Not doing anything as he had finished his minimal amount of work. He had it easy people worked under him. And he had them do it all he was just the face of the company. The good life. But something was missing to him. Intriguing. His secretary, Stacy brushed into the room carrying something he had told her to get him before. Benjamin had wanted to invest in some sort of art work. Or rather his bitch of a wife did. He got her what she wanted. She was happy and he looked like the good husband.
Stacy smiled at him as warmly as she could. Even so as she hated him as much as she hated spiders. "Hello Sir. I have the papers you wanted. Is that all?"
Benjamin nodded at her. Also in a similar way smiling back at her. "No thank you that is all. You may leave." Using his hand to brush her off. While watching her in the short dress skirt her ass swaying gently and closing the door. Blocking his good view.
Sighing as he flipped bored trough the various pages. Groaning as he saw that each one was as borish as the next one. Ready to give up before he stopped upon a vase. 'Hm'ing and checking it over more throughly. Biting his lip as a small grin spread across his face like a virus.
The vase was a dark based brown. And there were things jumping up from the bottom.Much like little devils or demons. A level where the demons where picking at the humans from underneath and stabbing them. Probing them with pointed fingers.
This will do.
A couple days later the vase arrived. It was sent to his office again so he might check it over to see that nothing was wrong with it. Finding it fine as he paid the horrific amount of money for the object. The day it went unbothered in the corner.
Benjamin once gain done with his less than well done job. Decided to look up the vase he had. It was called 'The daemons possession'. He figured only because of the demon like things on the top. He found the spelling problem but figured it was a translation error.
The man found that he was more then interested when he saw there was some interesting stories about it. Reading on as this was the most amusing thing he had found since he had gotten his secretary. And she was a fine piece of work. Apparently the vase to some people and cultures held great mystic powers. Or held a curse from hell that all who asked something of it will be brought to hell. Or mumbo jumbo like that.
Benjamin looked over at the vase. Finding it more interesting than he had before. Very much so. Leaving his computer as he walked over to it gently touching the rim with his chubby hand. Smirking as he spoke out in a very demanding voice. Joking almost as he spoke to it. "
Chuckling lightly as he turned from it. Going to go maybe look up some more porn. Or ask something of his secretary. Something gripped his neck tightly. Benjamin let out a strangled yell. Muffled as something fowl smelling and leathery gripped his mouth. Digging into his left cheek with painful claws. A voice sounded behind him with a small crackle. "Your wish is my command."
Later on that day while people were getting ready to leave Benjamin called in his secretary. She of course none to happy that she was called at such a time as when she might be heading to her sisters party. Stacy smiled at her upper. Chiming out in a voice as happy as she could muster. "Yes sir? Was there something else that you wanted me to do?"
Benjamin smiled up at her. Almost grinning as his eyes flickered a gentle red color. "Why yes my dear. Would you mind stepping over here beside me for a moment?"
Arch Daemon:
El’shas Daemon:
First in the circle:Ereial Orintial played by iceredm
Second in the circle:
Third in the circle:
Fourth of the circle: Shive’ka Tel Played by DeathDemon
Leader:
1:Corporal Mike Saren Played by DeathDemon
2:John Trayiston Played by Dreadnought
3:Anne-Marie Blithe Played by echo-of-daybreak
4:Michelle Daniels Played by iceredm
Yet to be classified: Lilliannia Reid Played by eternalmoon
Maybe more for the runaways if I find a lot of people join. Maybe more Daemons also.
Preferred information sheet:
Full name:
Nickname:
Aliases:
Gender:
Age:
Sexual orientation:
Species:
Subspecies?:
Small history[No tell later or ask.]:
Picture if possible/Or description:
Daemon basic information: It’s called Daemon because I made this with small help from a friend. They are demons but just spelt differently. The can make seals and curses. Take three forms. Human demon and half demon. Feel free to give them any other ideas. You can kill other daemons or humans.
Runaways Basic Information: Anything you want as long as it is logical. Don’t make all of them super buff and I would prefer if they thought clearly. If you want you may make them half daemon or angelic. But I need good ideas and reasons for them to be in. You may even put disguised daemons in the pack.
Feel free to post whenever.
City Calgary About 10:45 pm:
She held her head from the window. Grinning to herself as she enjoyed the night summer air. Hearing her mother scream bloody murder before screaming herself. Only in response to her mother’s scream. Crash. Glass flew around her head body thrown against the seat best she now owed her life. She felt the car lurch under her hovering in the air for a moment before crashing back down. Giving the young girl in the seat major whiplash. Her body went limp before turning slowly to look over at her moth. Bleeding from her eyes and her mouth the air bag had failed to go. They had needed a new car. The shock not yet setting it as she fumbled with the belt and getting out of the car. Eyes growing wide as she let her eyes fall on a creature. Ugly warped and everything from a night mare stared back at her. Crouching on the edge of the small bridge she had crashed on. Its eyes shimmering red from the backs of the car lights. It grinned at her and slowly crept forwards on its hands and back feet. Its teeth growing longer as it walked like a monkey over to her. She screamed turning to run from it closing her eyes in blind terror. Something jumped on her back the thing. Pinning her to the ground with its feet and leaning over to her ear.
You will be first
Biting off her ear and relishing the scream she let out. Bending back over to proceed to eat the rest of the small girl.
Around their heads all the people of this once great city was trapped. In their own homes and nowhere to go but wait and shiver and cry in fright. Most of the population wiped out in one fowl night. But it settled right after. Leaving plenty of survivors. But that was what they wanted. Something to do as they planned for the nest assault. They have to play and eat something right? Oh did I forget to mention? The sun never came back up. They all meet while being rounded up to be given out to daemons that want them. But it is up to them whether they get free and manage to get out of the city.
History of what and how it happened/Requested.
It was a simple thing of where people of power. Couldn't help but want more. Working man we shall call him Benjamin. Will set off the wave of panic that ruined a whole city. And possibly the world.
Benjamin was sitting in his office. Not doing anything as he had finished his minimal amount of work. He had it easy people worked under him. And he had them do it all he was just the face of the company. The good life. But something was missing to him. Intriguing. His secretary, Stacy brushed into the room carrying something he had told her to get him before. Benjamin had wanted to invest in some sort of art work. Or rather his bitch of a wife did. He got her what she wanted. She was happy and he looked like the good husband.
Stacy smiled at him as warmly as she could. Even so as she hated him as much as she hated spiders. "Hello Sir. I have the papers you wanted. Is that all?"
Benjamin nodded at her. Also in a similar way smiling back at her. "No thank you that is all. You may leave." Using his hand to brush her off. While watching her in the short dress skirt her ass swaying gently and closing the door. Blocking his good view.
Sighing as he flipped bored trough the various pages. Groaning as he saw that each one was as borish as the next one. Ready to give up before he stopped upon a vase. 'Hm'ing and checking it over more throughly. Biting his lip as a small grin spread across his face like a virus.
The vase was a dark based brown. And there were things jumping up from the bottom.Much like little devils or demons. A level where the demons where picking at the humans from underneath and stabbing them. Probing them with pointed fingers.
This will do.
A couple days later the vase arrived. It was sent to his office again so he might check it over to see that nothing was wrong with it. Finding it fine as he paid the horrific amount of money for the object. The day it went unbothered in the corner.
Benjamin once gain done with his less than well done job. Decided to look up the vase he had. It was called 'The daemons possession'. He figured only because of the demon like things on the top. He found the spelling problem but figured it was a translation error.
The man found that he was more then interested when he saw there was some interesting stories about it. Reading on as this was the most amusing thing he had found since he had gotten his secretary. And she was a fine piece of work. Apparently the vase to some people and cultures held great mystic powers. Or held a curse from hell that all who asked something of it will be brought to hell. Or mumbo jumbo like that.
Benjamin looked over at the vase. Finding it more interesting than he had before. Very much so. Leaving his computer as he walked over to it gently touching the rim with his chubby hand. Smirking as he spoke out in a very demanding voice. Joking almost as he spoke to it. "
"Make me the most powerful person on the planet."
Chuckling lightly as he turned from it. Going to go maybe look up some more porn. Or ask something of his secretary. Something gripped his neck tightly. Benjamin let out a strangled yell. Muffled as something fowl smelling and leathery gripped his mouth. Digging into his left cheek with painful claws. A voice sounded behind him with a small crackle. "Your wish is my command."
Later on that day while people were getting ready to leave Benjamin called in his secretary. She of course none to happy that she was called at such a time as when she might be heading to her sisters party. Stacy smiled at her upper. Chiming out in a voice as happy as she could muster. "Yes sir? Was there something else that you wanted me to do?"
Benjamin smiled up at her. Almost grinning as his eyes flickered a gentle red color. "Why yes my dear. Would you mind stepping over here beside me for a moment?"
Daemon takeover:
Arch Daemon:
El’shas Daemon:
First in the circle:Ereial Orintial played by iceredm
Second in the circle:
Third in the circle:
Fourth of the circle: Shive’ka Tel Played by DeathDemon
Positions of the runaway group:
Leader:
1:Corporal Mike Saren Played by DeathDemon
2:John Trayiston Played by Dreadnought
3:Anne-Marie Blithe Played by echo-of-daybreak
4:Michelle Daniels Played by iceredm
Yet to be classified: Lilliannia Reid Played by eternalmoon
Maybe more for the runaways if I find a lot of people join. Maybe more Daemons also.
Preferred information sheet:
Full name:
Nickname:
Aliases:
Gender:
Age:
Sexual orientation:
Species:
Subspecies?:
Small history[No tell later or ask.]:
Picture if possible/Or description:
Daemon basic information: It’s called Daemon because I made this with small help from a friend. They are demons but just spelt differently. The can make seals and curses. Take three forms. Human demon and half demon. Feel free to give them any other ideas. You can kill other daemons or humans.
Runaways Basic Information: Anything you want as long as it is logical. Don’t make all of them super buff and I would prefer if they thought clearly. If you want you may make them half daemon or angelic. But I need good ideas and reasons for them to be in. You may even put disguised daemons in the pack.
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He stayed in a constant crouch as he moved down the side of the street. Trying to stay in the shadows as best as he could, while making little noise. Once again he gave a silent thanks for his night vision goggles, as he saw a couple of deamons up ahead. He skirted them going down an ally way, coming out onto another street. Edging out carefully he saw that the street was clear, then began to move down it. This looked like the bar district, well it used to be anyhow. Most if not all of the lights were smashed or out, windows were smashed, doors were missing. He heard the sound of glass crunching behind him, but not in the pattern of a human walking. He spun around, and as he did he raised his C7 A2. Standing there was a deamon, and it was ready to pounce. He had no choice, he brought the weapon up to point at the beasts face, then depressed the trigger. Once then twice, the crack from the bullet seemed to split the night. The creature went down in a slump, deamon blood sprayed every where. He had wished he didn't have to do it, not because he liked the beasts, or was some vegetarian hippy, but because now all the deamons knew where he was. He began running as fast as he could in the direction he was heading before. He could hear the cries behind him, and the sound terrified him. Fighting to keep his emotions in check, he rounded a corner. He picked a random house, and forced his way in through the door. hopefully these things can't smell me out. He thought as he ran to a window observing the street. He waited five minutes at the window, when he saw nothing he figured he had better explore the house.
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Michelle had seen the other man bolt. Covering her mouth in silent horror as the Daemons followed after him leading them right by her hiding spot. Firmly closing her eyes as she didn't even dare to breathe. The shoots had been so loud she was surprised that a whole pack of the creatures didn't come after him. Finally taking a slow breath in as while opening her eyes slowly seeing that the creatures were indeed gone. Blinking slowly and turning her head up to where the other man had run off to . Who....Who was that....
Shaking it off and forcing herself to stand up. Happy that she at least now had a goal for the time being. Trudging off to find she was in the middle of a street. Shivering with fright as while she walked down the empty and lifeless area. Calling out in a hushed voice. "Hello...? Sir? Are you there?"
Shoulders slumping forwards and slapping herself on the face. This has got the be the worst idea ever. Are you trying to get yourself killed? Running to beside a house quickly and hiding slumping over trying not to let the exhaustion take over her. Had she been hallucinating?
Shaking it off and forcing herself to stand up. Happy that she at least now had a goal for the time being. Trudging off to find she was in the middle of a street. Shivering with fright as while she walked down the empty and lifeless area. Calling out in a hushed voice. "Hello...? Sir? Are you there?"
Shoulders slumping forwards and slapping herself on the face. This has got the be the worst idea ever. Are you trying to get yourself killed? Running to beside a house quickly and hiding slumping over trying not to let the exhaustion take over her. Had she been hallucinating?
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What the hell was that!? Annie's head jerked up at the sounds of gunshots. Deamons didn't use fire arms. Annie's brain worked fast. It wasn't difficult to figure out that the shots would have come from a survivor but after that ammount of noise there wasn't much of a chance that they would still be alive. She had thought she was alone, was the risk of finding out worth it? Slowly she moved to the broken window in the attic which was serving as her base. She had supplies, food, weapons and a first aid kit, the attic wasn't safe but it was the best chance she had. In one corner was a motorbike she'd found and was rebuilding focusing on speed and silence. It wasn't finished yet, if she was going outside she would be going by foot. Holstering her hand gun in one boot she slipped down the ladder to the ground floor; stopping for a second to make sure it was safe before walking out into the night. She kept to the shadows, her dark clothes making her near invisable in the night. That didn't make much difference though, deamons could smell you out. Annie never dropped her guard as she continued in the direction the shots had come from.
A movement in one of the streets caught her eye. It was too small to be a deamon as it dashed behind a house, so it must be the survivor. Checking the area was clear Annie called out quietly.
'Hello? Is anyone there?'
The silence dragged on while Annie waited for an answer...
A movement in one of the streets caught her eye. It was too small to be a deamon as it dashed behind a house, so it must be the survivor. Checking the area was clear Annie called out quietly.
'Hello? Is anyone there?'
The silence dragged on while Annie waited for an answer...
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The house seemed pretty nice at first, had it been different circumstances Micheal would be quite comfortable. However as he moved to the upstairs, things were not so nice. He stepped into a small room to see the parts of a small child thrown around the room, and blood everywhere. He managed to hold his vomit it, but the rage was much harder. Hands now gripping his rifle so tightly he thought it would break he entered another room. It was a babies room. Please, don't let it be like the boy, plea... He vomited as he saw the sight in the room. He left quickly, moving to the master bedroom. Oddly enough this room was clear of bodies. He took the moment to check the street for signs of movement, more so he wanted a break from the thoughts in his mind. He looked down the empty street, his hands relaxed slightly. Then he saw movement, something small and fast. He was only able to train it with his sights for a moment, before it moved beside his house. Shit! They can smell me. He heard the tell tale sounds of shoes on hard wood, as he himself froze. Wait...Deamons don't wear shoes... Do they? Then more movement on the street, but this one stayed in the dark. Was that a voice? Micheal began to wonder if he was hallucinating. He took a drink of water, then had a bite of his candy bar, he needed the sugar to keep him going. Putting on his night vision goggles he crept out of the master bedroom. He moved as quietly as possible, but the wood floors betrayed him. The creaking of the boards was so loud, he might as well ask the deamon up for coffee. Cringing he continued to move to the top of the stairwell to see the door was clear. It must still be outside. He continued to move down the stairs, which for the sake of his heart did not creak. He removed the goggles, as the street lights began to blind him. He edged out around the door to see a slumped figure on the porch. Keeping his rifle well aimed at the things head, he turned on his flashlight. "Don't move!" He said in a voice just louder than a whisper.
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Annie waited...nothing...She knew she had seen someone.
Strange... she thought.
Maybe she should go and check the house out instead. In a few seconds she worked out the best way would be round the back, that way she could come up unnoticed if there was anyone watching from the front. Slowly she moved away from the open street and into the shadows behind the house. Still no movement but it didn't hurt to be too careful. The back of the house was broken in, it looked like something had really wanted to get inside. Skirting the sharp wood planks and the brick Annie picked her way quietly into the house. As she put weight down on her right leg the floorboards creaked making her flinch and recoil. The pain shot through her thigh from the wound and she knew it had re-opened. Damm those deamons and their entire existance! Gritting her teeth against the pain she pushed her red fringe back and contiuned into the house. Her senses were alert for any slight sound or movement. A floorboard above her head creaked loudly. Annie slipped behind an upturned couch and bent down biting her lip to stop herself from making any noise.
A man in army gear walked past her hiding spot slowly like he was stalking something. Annie assumed he was. If it was a deamon he would be heading in the other direction. The man stepped through the remains of one of the walls. Then he spoke. Quietly Annie snuck up behind him. He had his gun pointed at a girl who was sitting breathing heavily on the porch. Annie pulled her hand gun from her boot.
'Drop the weapon.'
Strange... she thought.
Maybe she should go and check the house out instead. In a few seconds she worked out the best way would be round the back, that way she could come up unnoticed if there was anyone watching from the front. Slowly she moved away from the open street and into the shadows behind the house. Still no movement but it didn't hurt to be too careful. The back of the house was broken in, it looked like something had really wanted to get inside. Skirting the sharp wood planks and the brick Annie picked her way quietly into the house. As she put weight down on her right leg the floorboards creaked making her flinch and recoil. The pain shot through her thigh from the wound and she knew it had re-opened. Damm those deamons and their entire existance! Gritting her teeth against the pain she pushed her red fringe back and contiuned into the house. Her senses were alert for any slight sound or movement. A floorboard above her head creaked loudly. Annie slipped behind an upturned couch and bent down biting her lip to stop herself from making any noise.
A man in army gear walked past her hiding spot slowly like he was stalking something. Annie assumed he was. If it was a deamon he would be heading in the other direction. The man stepped through the remains of one of the walls. Then he spoke. Quietly Annie snuck up behind him. He had his gun pointed at a girl who was sitting breathing heavily on the porch. Annie pulled her hand gun from her boot.
'Drop the weapon.'
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"Drop the weapon." He barely heard over the pounding of his heart. He did not lower his weapon or the flashlight, but simply looked over. A small girl with brownish red hair, who was injured. She is obviously untrained with a weapon, as she did not hold it properly. "I am pretty sure you are not a deamon, as you have not killed me yet. This one out side here I am not so sure of. Deamon or not we need to deal with her before a deamon spots my flashlight, and they all come to kill us. We are already completely surrounded, shoot me now, and you will die for sure." He hoped she would listen, even though the second half of what he said was partly a bluff. He inspected the crouching girl in his flashlight. "Stand up, and walk to me slowly." He didn't even really care if she shot him anymore, desperation was starting to get to him.
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Annie knew he was talking sense, she wouldn't survive much longer on her own. Blood was starting to seep through the bandaging on her leg and pretty soon the deamons would smell it. For a second she battled with her own mind before deciding she was going to have to trust him. Slowly she lowered the gun.
'We need all the help we can get...You came from upstairs right? So i'm guessing it's clear, I need to go up and find something to sort my leg with. Be gentle with that one, she's more afraid than we are.'
Wincing Annie backed away from the man with the gun. He seemed to know what he was doing. Better to stick with him than end up a meal. She'd been lucky last time, the deamon had been distracted, but luck wasn't going to save her twice. She put both hands in the air to show she was unarmed and friendly. He didn't look back at her so she assumed it was safe to go.
'I'll be back.'
Annie hoped the other girl would be alright as she limped up the stairs after bandaging material and painkillers if she could find them.
'We need all the help we can get...You came from upstairs right? So i'm guessing it's clear, I need to go up and find something to sort my leg with. Be gentle with that one, she's more afraid than we are.'
Wincing Annie backed away from the man with the gun. He seemed to know what he was doing. Better to stick with him than end up a meal. She'd been lucky last time, the deamon had been distracted, but luck wasn't going to save her twice. She put both hands in the air to show she was unarmed and friendly. He didn't look back at her so she assumed it was safe to go.
'I'll be back.'
Annie hoped the other girl would be alright as she limped up the stairs after bandaging material and painkillers if she could find them.
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Michelle didn't move a muscle. Listening to the two others talk as they where whispering. But they had apparently forgotten that she was there. Or so she hoped. Slowly getting up from her spot she wasn't even certain if that man was talking to her before. Gripping on the side rail of the house and slowly started to climb the slightly beat up house. Left foot, right hand. Right root, left hand...And pain.
She gasped leaning to the wall and looking at her left hand. Blood seeped from the gash on her palm. Swearing under her breath as she hoisted herself atop the window pane. Dodging most of the glass while she peeked in trying not to draw any attention while she listened to the others in the down stairs.
Panic flooding trough her when she heard the woman coming up. Moving into the closet and quickly holding her breath and closing her eyes at the sight. A woman elderly. Not- Ignoring it now. Moving her way to behind the clothes and trying not to let the squelching sounds of the body be to loud.
She gasped leaning to the wall and looking at her left hand. Blood seeped from the gash on her palm. Swearing under her breath as she hoisted herself atop the window pane. Dodging most of the glass while she peeked in trying not to draw any attention while she listened to the others in the down stairs.
Panic flooding trough her when she heard the woman coming up. Moving into the closet and quickly holding her breath and closing her eyes at the sight. A woman elderly. Not- Ignoring it now. Moving her way to behind the clothes and trying not to let the squelching sounds of the body be to loud.
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Clothes, bed sheets, anything made of material that could serve as a bandage...Annie limped across the landing and into the first room. A childs room. There was blood all over the walls and ceiling. She backed away quickly. Going into a room that stank of death was never a good idea no matter what you might need. The next room was a master bedroom. It seemed untouched. A closet stood in the corner, one door slightly ajar. Annie crossed the room as quickly as she could trying not to make too much noise, the deamons could smell her already there was no need to let them hear her too. Leaning heavily on the closet she pulled the slightly open door wide and an old woman fell out. Annie's reaction was instant. She backed away and drew her gun from her boot, there was still something in there. Inching forward it didn't take long to realise it was the girl that had been on the porch.
'You almost gave me a heart attack.'
Annie hissed at the girl, half relieved and half angry. Standing again she put her gun away and pulled a long dress from the closet before begining to rip it into strips. Ingnoring the girl she stripped off her shorts and began pulling off the blood soaked bandages. Annie inspected the wound. It wasn't infected but it was still quite deep.
Deamon claws are a bitch and a half
As she was redressing her wound a thought occured to her. If the girl from the porch was in the closet upstairs who the hell was that army guy talking to?
This is bad...
Pulling her shorts back on Annie turned to the girl.
'Come on. Stick with me, we have to go back downstairs.'
It didn't matter much if the girl followed her or not but Annie had to warn the man. He might be her best chance of survival...
'You almost gave me a heart attack.'
Annie hissed at the girl, half relieved and half angry. Standing again she put her gun away and pulled a long dress from the closet before begining to rip it into strips. Ingnoring the girl she stripped off her shorts and began pulling off the blood soaked bandages. Annie inspected the wound. It wasn't infected but it was still quite deep.
Deamon claws are a bitch and a half
As she was redressing her wound a thought occured to her. If the girl from the porch was in the closet upstairs who the hell was that army guy talking to?
This is bad...
Pulling her shorts back on Annie turned to the girl.
'Come on. Stick with me, we have to go back downstairs.'
It didn't matter much if the girl followed her or not but Annie had to warn the man. He might be her best chance of survival...
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Where the hell did she go? Frustration grabbed Micheal, as he looked for the girl. I had my weapon trained on her the whole time Like smoke in a wind storm the girl had disappeared before his eyes. This was bad, and he knew it. He leaned out glancing up, and down the street. Nothing, Shit! There was no where she could have gone, that he could not easily see. Then he head the thump up stairs. Oh god they've killed the other girl... This is bull! Screw it! He charged up the stairs not being loud, but not being overly quite. Rifle up he was prepared to shoot anything that moved. When the girl who's death he was going to avenge walked into his sights, with the other girl in tow. It looked like she had redressed her wound but hastily. "Come on let's get out of here, then I will attend to your wound. And get her some food." He turned to leave, even more confused than ever.
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Rose a brow at Annie slowly rising her hands into the air as not to prompt her to shoot. She tilted her head gently at her surprised at how quickly she had been accepted into the circle...Of...Livingness? Michelle shook her head quickly moving after her ignoring the sickly sounds of the woman that clung to her sneakers.
Turning her gaze over to the army man. Blinking again. Food for her? Or the other woman.. She kept her mouth closed not sure as to what to say. Gently biting her bottom lip as she held her fist tight. Worried about the fresh blood that dripped. Quickly shoving it into her pockets as she remembered the guy was the one that had the gun on her. How rude. I was only trying to find him. Maybe live..A few more days. She pulled her other hand over her chest. She had yet to go into shock. And meeting these people were letting her get comfortable. Hair falling over her face body starting to shiver as shock set in. "I-.I can treat the ...wound... Bandage it I mean."
Go first aid?
Turning her gaze over to the army man. Blinking again. Food for her? Or the other woman.. She kept her mouth closed not sure as to what to say. Gently biting her bottom lip as she held her fist tight. Worried about the fresh blood that dripped. Quickly shoving it into her pockets as she remembered the guy was the one that had the gun on her. How rude. I was only trying to find him. Maybe live..A few more days. She pulled her other hand over her chest. She had yet to go into shock. And meeting these people were letting her get comfortable. Hair falling over her face body starting to shiver as shock set in. "I-.I can treat the ...wound... Bandage it I mean."
Go first aid?
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"Not now, we are surrounded. The light in here is terrible, and if we turn any lights on we will surely be spotted..." He said looking down the street, the looking back up at the now shivering girl. She doesn't look good, I hope I won't have to carry her the whole way. Micheal eased his pack off his shoulders, and reached into the top. He took out a camouflage sweater, and tossed it at her. "Put this on for now, it will keep you warm." Then he turned to the red headed girl. "Do you know some place where we can rest? Some place semi safe?"
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Annie had dug her nails into her palm to try and distract her from the pain in her leg. The exchange between the little girl and the army guy was quick. For some reason the girl looked in bad shape. She didn't seem to have any physical damage going on either. Any other time Annie might have put more thought into the problem but now all she wanted was to get back to her attic.
'Do you know some place we can rest? Some place semi safe?'
The army guy spoke to her. There was an urgency in his voice.
'Yeah. I've been staying in an Attic down on the south side, Jaqueline Avenue, it's pretty safe but it's a ten minute walk at a careful pace. That girl looks like she might colapse any second and my leg wont let me go all that fast. Plus there are deamons everywhere and i stink of blood...'
It dawned on Annie that it was all looking pretty hopeless.
I've survived this long on my own, I WILL make it to the end...
The determination flared inside her.
'Do you have insect repellent?'
'Do you know some place we can rest? Some place semi safe?'
The army guy spoke to her. There was an urgency in his voice.
'Yeah. I've been staying in an Attic down on the south side, Jaqueline Avenue, it's pretty safe but it's a ten minute walk at a careful pace. That girl looks like she might colapse any second and my leg wont let me go all that fast. Plus there are deamons everywhere and i stink of blood...'
It dawned on Annie that it was all looking pretty hopeless.
I've survived this long on my own, I WILL make it to the end...
The determination flared inside her.
'Do you have insect repellent?'
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"Insect repellent? Yea I carry some in here some where, why?" He asked the question, but like a good soldier did what he was told without waiting for an answer. He reached into the utility pouch in his tactical vest, and rummaged around in it for a second. He took out a small bottle only 200ml, it was half empty. "I have some, not much. It is 90% deet is that good enough?" He said laughing, as he knew the stuff could strip paint off walls. He then took out a candy bar, and broke of half of it. "Here eat this slowly, I don't know when you last ate. So take your time." He then broke the other half into quarters eating one himself, and saving the other. Taking out his canteen he took a gulp of water, then offered some to the girl. "Again drink slow, not too much." What is she doing?
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Lilliannia stood outside the house. She refused to believe that it was her instinct to follow daemons here, and denied to herself that the scent of blood was what made her stay. It had been some time since she had seen any people. She silently moved closer to the house, watching the humans. HUmans? She almost slapped herself, since when had she stopped thinking of herself as a human? She was still a person. Blood boiled within her and she tried to calm down. She would not let it escape, not again. Especially around survivors. Ignoring the temptation of blood and flesh, that overpowering human presence, Lilliannia cautiously entered the house and followed the voices that were coming from the stairs. She sensed something else; it gave a light burn at the back of her throat, and every cell in her body was drawing away from it. Insect repellent. She wondered whether or not daemons knew why they had such a bad reaction to it. It didn't affect her as much as it did them, but it was still enough to hurt like hell. She didn't know what to do, should she call out, say that she was there, give them a warning. SHould she just stroll up the stair and be all 'hey what's up'? Or should she turn and walk away. The latter seemed like the one she should do. BUt it had been so long since any interaction with people, and she was yearning for company. Maybe if she stayed with someone, if she surrounded herself in humanity, it would keep hers. Sighing she took a breathe, and one at a time stepped upo a stair. How would they react to her? Would they know what she was? Tilting her head around so she could see the small group, she thought too late now.
"Hey." Even she could hear the echo behind her voice. She stared at someone dressed in miltary and two girls. She really hated uniforms, particularly military. It was them and us, black and white, nothing could be inbetween. She really hope he wasn't one of those. And the girls, well hopefully the screwed up world hadn't destroyed sympathy and empathy, because sometimes if you wanted to survive, those two things, natural characteristics of human, had to go. That's how messed up things were. Feeling sorry for someone crying on the street could get you killed. Pausing to ask if an elderly man or a little child was all right very well may end with you, in pieces across two or three streets. So, Lilliannia waited patiently for a reaction, any kind of reaction.
"Hey." Even she could hear the echo behind her voice. She stared at someone dressed in miltary and two girls. She really hated uniforms, particularly military. It was them and us, black and white, nothing could be inbetween. She really hope he wasn't one of those. And the girls, well hopefully the screwed up world hadn't destroyed sympathy and empathy, because sometimes if you wanted to survive, those two things, natural characteristics of human, had to go. That's how messed up things were. Feeling sorry for someone crying on the street could get you killed. Pausing to ask if an elderly man or a little child was all right very well may end with you, in pieces across two or three streets. So, Lilliannia waited patiently for a reaction, any kind of reaction.
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The girl quickly fumbled for the coat. She had only been like this once. The other time she was in a car crash. Oh shit. Shock. . She swore quietly as tears jumped to her eyes. Taking slow deep breath while she turned up to gaze at the woman. She was mentioned. Or she thought she was. "Huh?"
Letting it slide while she put the sweater on trying to keep calm. It was hard when daemons could jump you any second. Even so her breaths were sharp and quickened. Oh no. If I become a problem. I might be left behind. Panic rushing over her as her small form trembled in fright. Starting again as the man offered her the canteen. Nodding her head her eyes over flowing with tears. Quickly wiping them away taking a spare moment to hate herself. Taking a small quick sip then holding it out to him. Eyes set on the ground. But starting again as she nearly screamed out at yet another voice.
"Hey."
Who was it now? She still held the canteen out to the man. Thinking better of it for the reason he might need to shoot something or one. So taking it to her chest and clinging to it much like a small bear. Wish I had a gun.
The girl quickly fumbled for the coat. She had only been like this once. The other time she was in a car crash. Oh shit. Shock. . She swore quietly as tears jumped to her eyes. Taking slow deep breath while she turned up to gaze at the woman. She was mentioned. Or she thought she was. "Huh?"
Letting it slide while she put the sweater on trying to keep calm. It was hard when daemons could jump you any second. Even so her breaths were sharp and quickened. Oh no. If I become a problem. I might be left behind. Panic rushing over her as her small form trembled in fright. Starting again as the man offered her the canteen. Nodding her head her eyes over flowing with tears. Quickly wiping them away taking a spare moment to hate herself. Taking a small quick sip then holding it out to him. Eyes set on the ground. But starting again as she nearly screamed out at yet another voice.
"Hey."
Who was it now? She still held the canteen out to the man. Thinking better of it for the reason he might need to shoot something or one. So taking it to her chest and clinging to it much like a small bear. Wish I had a gun.
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John clutched the steering wheel tightly, heading down the road to the north side of Calgary. He took a left, turning onto Township Road 262. His pistol sat beside him, locked and loaded in case he needed to use it. His eyes were bloodshot-he hadn't slept since the demons had invaded. He knew that if he dared to close his eyes for even a moment, they'd be on him. Ripping him apart...wolfing down his flesh...laughing over his corpse with their twisted, blood-splattered mouths. He shuddered. His headlights illuminated the road ahead of him quite well, but it was still hard to drive with darkness all around him. Up ahead, he could see a group of three people come into view-two men and a woman. They waved him down, and he stopped and opened his window. "Need a ride?" he asked, laughing nervously.
"Oh yes," said one of the men-he was stocky and somewhat muscular, with black hair. "Thanks so much, there's no way we can express our gratitude, we've been walking for days, if you could just take us to-" He pulled his gun on the man and shot him three times in the chest. As he crumpled to the ground, John shot his companion-of average build and brown hair, who who fell to the ground in just two shots. The woman screamed and ran away. "COME BACK AND DIE, DAEMON SCUM!", he shouted, revving up the car and ramming into the girl. A sick crunch sounded out as he ran the girl over, shifting into reverse, backing up, and doing it one more time to ensure she was dead. He turned the car off and got out, searching the almost-dead bodies for anything he could use. All in all, he got a flashlight, a machete, and some extra food. Not a bad haul, all in all. Demons usually didn't carry much, even when disguising themselves as humans. After all, they probably were daemons, right? Even if they didn't change back to daemon form when they died, like they usually did. Maybe it was just some new spell or something. Quickly clearing the event from his mind, he got back in the car and continued driving.
"Oh yes," said one of the men-he was stocky and somewhat muscular, with black hair. "Thanks so much, there's no way we can express our gratitude, we've been walking for days, if you could just take us to-" He pulled his gun on the man and shot him three times in the chest. As he crumpled to the ground, John shot his companion-of average build and brown hair, who who fell to the ground in just two shots. The woman screamed and ran away. "COME BACK AND DIE, DAEMON SCUM!", he shouted, revving up the car and ramming into the girl. A sick crunch sounded out as he ran the girl over, shifting into reverse, backing up, and doing it one more time to ensure she was dead. He turned the car off and got out, searching the almost-dead bodies for anything he could use. All in all, he got a flashlight, a machete, and some extra food. Not a bad haul, all in all. Demons usually didn't carry much, even when disguising themselves as humans. After all, they probably were daemons, right? Even if they didn't change back to daemon form when they died, like they usually did. Maybe it was just some new spell or something. Quickly clearing the event from his mind, he got back in the car and continued driving.
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"Hey." He heard the soft echo as his blood went cold as ice. His eyes saw the movement of the girl in front of him beginning to clutch the canteen in fear. Shit! really screwed up this time Mikey boy. He thought as his hands dropped to his weapon. Moving on pure reflex, he spun around, his thumb slapped the fire selector into repetition. He relaxed his hands, and leaned into the weapon, as he brought the top of his c-79 sight to rest on the head of the thing down the stairs. His breathing slowed, his eyes narrowed. His finger depressed the trigger half way, when he noticed it was a girl. He paused, which became a hesitation. Still he stared at the girl, putting slightly less pressure on the trigger. "Halt! Hands up! Who are you?" He wanted to hear her voice again just to be sure.
Shev'ka Tel was quite bored, as the tel tale sound of a human head hitting pavement sounded off. He didn't enjoy killing humans, quite the contrary he liked them alive. Humans were smart and funny, and unpredictable. As fourth in the circle he had many toys, but none were more fun then humans attempting to survive. ...This last one did not pass his test. His heart sank in his chest, but then... gunshots. His heart was filled with glee again, soon he would have new toys. He almost skipped in the direction, but decided on a casual stroll moving straight down the center of the street. Every now, and they petting a little deamon on the head. These little ones were so sweet, he loved playing with them. As he came down one street he saw a dead deamon. Which made him rather sad, he called this one spunkter. "Rest little spunkter, I will avenge you! ...After I play with it for a bit, you understand right?" He walked away, continuing down the street. When he saw a half deamon girl walking across the street into a house. He made sure his hair was still all askew like normal, it was. Then he adjusted his rags slightly, until the were perfectly uneven. Then he pick up some broken glass, giving himself a once over. Wow you look sexy sir! Go for her. Putting on his most confident stride he set off for the house. He could see her through the door way, she was looking up the stairs. He strolled in, "Hey baby, Shev'ka Tel Fourth of the circle... But you can be first in mine if you like." He said with a smile, and a wink. Then he followed her gaze up the stairs, to see a couple of humans. It is my lucky day.
Shev'ka Tel was quite bored, as the tel tale sound of a human head hitting pavement sounded off. He didn't enjoy killing humans, quite the contrary he liked them alive. Humans were smart and funny, and unpredictable. As fourth in the circle he had many toys, but none were more fun then humans attempting to survive. ...This last one did not pass his test. His heart sank in his chest, but then... gunshots. His heart was filled with glee again, soon he would have new toys. He almost skipped in the direction, but decided on a casual stroll moving straight down the center of the street. Every now, and they petting a little deamon on the head. These little ones were so sweet, he loved playing with them. As he came down one street he saw a dead deamon. Which made him rather sad, he called this one spunkter. "Rest little spunkter, I will avenge you! ...After I play with it for a bit, you understand right?" He walked away, continuing down the street. When he saw a half deamon girl walking across the street into a house. He made sure his hair was still all askew like normal, it was. Then he adjusted his rags slightly, until the were perfectly uneven. Then he pick up some broken glass, giving himself a once over. Wow you look sexy sir! Go for her. Putting on his most confident stride he set off for the house. He could see her through the door way, she was looking up the stairs. He strolled in, "Hey baby, Shev'ka Tel Fourth of the circle... But you can be first in mine if you like." He said with a smile, and a wink. Then he followed her gaze up the stairs, to see a couple of humans. It is my lucky day.
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Annie had reacted instantly sheilding the younger girl and drawing her hand gun. The man had done the same. The new voice also belonged to a girl it seemed. She didn't look too dangerous but you could never tell...Just as the man in army uniform began to relax a new voice spoke up from downstairs.
Thats a fucking daemon!
Annie pretty much scremed it inside her head. There was no way she could out run a daemon in this state. She bit her lip.
'Can you cover us?'
Her voice was a whisper. If the man agreed she could get her and the smaller girl a headstart on the daemon.
'You must have something that could block their vison, like a smoke screen or something..'
She was pleading with him now. She didn't want to die here...
Thats a fucking daemon!
Annie pretty much scremed it inside her head. There was no way she could out run a daemon in this state. She bit her lip.
'Can you cover us?'
Her voice was a whisper. If the man agreed she could get her and the smaller girl a headstart on the daemon.
'You must have something that could block their vison, like a smoke screen or something..'
She was pleading with him now. She didn't want to die here...
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Lilliannia was about to reply when another voice near her spoke. "Hey baby, Shev'ka Tel Fourth of the circle... But you can be first in mine if you like."
Great from a gun pointed at her by some A Team wannabe to a daemon, reeking of death hittting on her, she wasn't sure what was worse. She knew that the majority, most, like the 99.9% of germs that cleaning products claimed to kill, back when people worried about a scruffy floor or coffee table, were bad, dark, evil. But that 0.1% was good. She had known at least four good daemons. She knew countless bad ones too. And anyway, good and evil were so cliched, so stereotype. Everyone was good and evil, it wasn't black and white. There was no universal rght and wrong, it depended on circuimstance. She was brought back out of her thoughts by movement. She saw one of the girls protectivly sheilding the other, younger one.
'You must have something that could block their vison, like a smoke screen or something..' That annoyed her. Their vision?!
"Now hang on just a minute! I am not with this guy. Did you even hear what he just said to me? Some daemon guys, I swear they have even more testosteron. Ugh, I thought egotistical humans were bad enough. But daemons, so much worse!" She then turned to the daemon. "Sorry but pickup lines don't get much worse than the one you just threw." Lilliannia tried to keep her cool. She had to be careful, on the on/off chance this may work. She just hoped Gi-Joe would understand. She waited for Shev'ka Tel's reply. Behind her back her hands did a little butterfly and then she curved one up in a come here motion. She hoped the army guy would realise she meant the insect repellent. She knew they had it. If hse could get hold of it, it would hurt Shev'ka Tel just enough for them to get away. She could hold her own against a daemon no problem. Protecting humans though, especially the ones who wanted to get in the way, was another matter. It wouldn't kill him though, just kinda slow him down for a bit. She waited for the retallation, and hopefully the feel of a cool metal can in her hand. She looked at Shev'ka Tel and tried not to empathise. She had a habit of doing that. And it normally wound her up in trouble.
Great from a gun pointed at her by some A Team wannabe to a daemon, reeking of death hittting on her, she wasn't sure what was worse. She knew that the majority, most, like the 99.9% of germs that cleaning products claimed to kill, back when people worried about a scruffy floor or coffee table, were bad, dark, evil. But that 0.1% was good. She had known at least four good daemons. She knew countless bad ones too. And anyway, good and evil were so cliched, so stereotype. Everyone was good and evil, it wasn't black and white. There was no universal rght and wrong, it depended on circuimstance. She was brought back out of her thoughts by movement. She saw one of the girls protectivly sheilding the other, younger one.
'You must have something that could block their vison, like a smoke screen or something..' That annoyed her. Their vision?!
"Now hang on just a minute! I am not with this guy. Did you even hear what he just said to me? Some daemon guys, I swear they have even more testosteron. Ugh, I thought egotistical humans were bad enough. But daemons, so much worse!" She then turned to the daemon. "Sorry but pickup lines don't get much worse than the one you just threw." Lilliannia tried to keep her cool. She had to be careful, on the on/off chance this may work. She just hoped Gi-Joe would understand. She waited for Shev'ka Tel's reply. Behind her back her hands did a little butterfly and then she curved one up in a come here motion. She hoped the army guy would realise she meant the insect repellent. She knew they had it. If hse could get hold of it, it would hurt Shev'ka Tel just enough for them to get away. She could hold her own against a daemon no problem. Protecting humans though, especially the ones who wanted to get in the way, was another matter. It wouldn't kill him though, just kinda slow him down for a bit. She waited for the retallation, and hopefully the feel of a cool metal can in her hand. She looked at Shev'ka Tel and tried not to empathise. She had a habit of doing that. And it normally wound her up in trouble.
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He was shot down hard by the girl, but it would not stop him. "Come on your half deamon like me. They are never going to trust you not matter what. Even if the green machine lets you travel with them, he will always be watching you. If you so much a sneeze at the wrong time he will kill you. I on the other hand offer you a choice. You come with me, and we have fun. We don't even have to kill these humans, but the do look like fun don't they?" He paused to let her think. "Oh yeah by the way, every deamon knows your scent. If you go with them I will have them all track you. Don't worry my dear, they won't harm you... but your company won't be so safe." He said with a smile.
Micheal nodded slightly, then whispered so low he could barely hear himself. "Go through the child's room in the back, out the window. There is a spot to get down, do not wait for me. Go now." Micheal was beginning to think that this guy was going to be a problem, as he looked him over. He looked like a man for the most part, but his hair glowed like embers. He was dressed in rags, and did not seem to have any weapons. He had no claws on his hands, so what was the threat from him? However he did go around like the cock of the walk, so he must know something I don't. Under normal circumstances Micheal would have already shot him, but with only 4 rounds left he had to make them count. The girl was making some kind of hand signal, but he didn't understand it. Plus she was part deamon so he didn't try, she was probably trying to lure them in anyhow. Micheal moved in front of the two girls he just met, They will escape, even if it costs my life.
Micheal nodded slightly, then whispered so low he could barely hear himself. "Go through the child's room in the back, out the window. There is a spot to get down, do not wait for me. Go now." Micheal was beginning to think that this guy was going to be a problem, as he looked him over. He looked like a man for the most part, but his hair glowed like embers. He was dressed in rags, and did not seem to have any weapons. He had no claws on his hands, so what was the threat from him? However he did go around like the cock of the walk, so he must know something I don't. Under normal circumstances Micheal would have already shot him, but with only 4 rounds left he had to make them count. The girl was making some kind of hand signal, but he didn't understand it. Plus she was part deamon so he didn't try, she was probably trying to lure them in anyhow. Micheal moved in front of the two girls he just met, They will escape, even if it costs my life.
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Michelle frowned as he stepped in front of them. Doing her best to keep the panic of the situation from showing. Sighing gently which was the worst idea to do ever. She started to choke on the smells of the decaying bodies of the house taking a step beck from the others. Covering her mouth as while her body jerked. Hitting a table, knocking down a fish tank sending the water down the stairs at the other two daemons. Clueless as to what she had done as she spoke trough chokes. "My...Bad..."
Taking another step back and skillfully tripping over her own feet. Breaking down the door to some yet to be opened room. And falling on some beheaded man. Cracking her head on a shoot gun he had been clutching to upon his death. Michelle groaned in pain slowly sitting up and finding that she had spilled half of the canteen. But promptly forgetting about it while she screamed out. Jumping back out of the closest from a disfigured small daemon body. "Holy mother of fucking jesus!"
It seemed her shock had left her to be replaced with panic.
Ereial sighed. Tapping a gentle finger on her cheek taking her human form this time instead of the winged daemon form she usually possessed. Her small body was perched on the roof top of the house the action was going on in. Wouldn't want to crash the party just yet. Whats the fun in that. Turning her head as she heard some car and a crunching noise. Odd None the less she stayed upon the roof. Humming herself a small tune as she smirked listening to the other daemon from the circle get shoot down. Stretching out and laying down getting ready for a nap. He could deal with it. Wether they got away or not didn't matter. The likeliness of them living was 5%. Or lower.
Taking another step back and skillfully tripping over her own feet. Breaking down the door to some yet to be opened room. And falling on some beheaded man. Cracking her head on a shoot gun he had been clutching to upon his death. Michelle groaned in pain slowly sitting up and finding that she had spilled half of the canteen. But promptly forgetting about it while she screamed out. Jumping back out of the closest from a disfigured small daemon body. "Holy mother of fucking jesus!"
It seemed her shock had left her to be replaced with panic.
Ereial sighed. Tapping a gentle finger on her cheek taking her human form this time instead of the winged daemon form she usually possessed. Her small body was perched on the roof top of the house the action was going on in. Wouldn't want to crash the party just yet. Whats the fun in that. Turning her head as she heard some car and a crunching noise. Odd None the less she stayed upon the roof. Humming herself a small tune as she smirked listening to the other daemon from the circle get shoot down. Stretching out and laying down getting ready for a nap. He could deal with it. Wether they got away or not didn't matter. The likeliness of them living was 5%. Or lower.
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Annie nodded and started to back away after the girl.
Half daemons? How the hell do you get half daemons?
The thought didn't end up a pretty one. Annie winced. Every move she made hurt her. The younger girl tripped and pushed a fishtank down the stairs. Annit looked at her in disbelief as she tripped again then started screaming.
This is ridiculous! I'm going to die because I stupidly trusted theses people.
She had been just fine on her own, in her attic fixing that bike, safe. The female half daemon was shoting something at the male one. Obviously he had tried to pick her up and was being told, quite blatently, where to get off. Everything was changing now. Annie didn't know daemons could speak. She hadn't realised they were inteligent, that they could think like humans and that made them more dangerous. She limped back into the childs bedroom not caring if the younger girl had followed her or not. The window was already open. Annie pulled herself over the ledge and dopped down onto a small platform, obviously it had been a shelter for the front porch. She could jump from here to the ground but the impact on her leg might damage it so much she wouldn't be able to move.
A car, I need something fast to get away in...
As she was surveying the area something caught her eye, there was a person on the roof. A girl.
No, there's no way that's a human
It was something she just knew now. How the hell would they get out of this one...
Half daemons? How the hell do you get half daemons?
The thought didn't end up a pretty one. Annie winced. Every move she made hurt her. The younger girl tripped and pushed a fishtank down the stairs. Annit looked at her in disbelief as she tripped again then started screaming.
This is ridiculous! I'm going to die because I stupidly trusted theses people.
She had been just fine on her own, in her attic fixing that bike, safe. The female half daemon was shoting something at the male one. Obviously he had tried to pick her up and was being told, quite blatently, where to get off. Everything was changing now. Annie didn't know daemons could speak. She hadn't realised they were inteligent, that they could think like humans and that made them more dangerous. She limped back into the childs bedroom not caring if the younger girl had followed her or not. The window was already open. Annie pulled herself over the ledge and dopped down onto a small platform, obviously it had been a shelter for the front porch. She could jump from here to the ground but the impact on her leg might damage it so much she wouldn't be able to move.
A car, I need something fast to get away in...
As she was surveying the area something caught her eye, there was a person on the roof. A girl.
No, there's no way that's a human
It was something she just knew now. How the hell would they get out of this one...
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Shive'ka Tel
Trying to make his way to the top of the deamon world
John Traviston
A 27-year-old man who used to work at a gun store in Calgary before the invasion. He has trouble sleeping, and is a bit paranoid...
Corporal Mike Saren
Part of a small contingent of men dropped into Calgary, he is the only one left.
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Shive'ka Tel
Trying to make his way to the top of the deamon world
John Traviston
A 27-year-old man who used to work at a gun store in Calgary before the invasion. He has trouble sleeping, and is a bit paranoid...
Corporal Mike Saren
Part of a small contingent of men dropped into Calgary, he is the only one left.
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Corporal Mike Saren
Part of a small contingent of men dropped into Calgary, he is the only one left.
Shive'ka Tel
Trying to make his way to the top of the deamon world
John Traviston
A 27-year-old man who used to work at a gun store in Calgary before the invasion. He has trouble sleeping, and is a bit paranoid...
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And it all came crashing down…
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And it all came crashing down…
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[OOC] And it all came crashing down…
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