It was dark. She walked along the street alone; quietly. Her hair was a dark brown, just to her shoulder. Her cool emerald eyes flicked up towards the moon, taking it in. She shuddered, and placed her back to the brick wall of a nearby building. She removed a syringe from her coat pocket. It was already filled with a dark liquid. She pushed up the sleeve of her coat and injected it right into her forearm. There was no one else on the street to her knowledge. She sighed softly. “This is getting ridiculous,” she said softly to herself, readjusted her coat and continued walking down the street. It was getting cold, and her light weight jacket was a little lighter than what she needed. She shivered.
She wondered how long she would be able to go on like this. One thing, however, was for sure; she wasn't going to let what was inside of her take her over. Not again.
Dyelli Beybi
02-09-2007, 05:09
OOC: Interesting RP. I'd love to join, if the plot moves forward to a point where there's a big enough incident to draw the interest of certain shady characters...
It was nearing midnight, and she was in the red light district. She got cat calls even though her long black coat covered most of her body, and her dark wash jeans left no skin to be seen. She entered a café, which was a bit more pleasant than being on the street. She sat down at a booth and ordered a cup of coffee from the bleach blonde waitress. If they only knew; how many people would be after her? Not necessarily her, but him. She sighed heavily, and kept her eyes downcast as a man sat across from her. He was a silver-haired man who appeared to be in his early forties. His dark jeans, white t-shirt, and silver threaded suit jacket matched his laid back demeanor.
“How are you Quissera,” he said calmly staring emotionlessly at her.
“Don’t call me that…” she growled, slamming her cup of coffee down on the table so hard that the ceramic shattered. The hot liquid seared over the table. The man across from her seemed unphased.
“My apologizes, Kayde,” he loosened up. “You’re bleeding…” he said. She felt the pain in her hand but refused to look down. She reached her hand across the table and stared at him. He wrapped the gaping wound with a piece of small white fabric he withdrew from his pocket. She didn’t even flinch.
“He’s becoming more frequent,” she said softly.
“No doubt he’s becoming more powerful. Soon you will be lost to us.”
“I won’t lose.”
“He’s Ravelyn’s child my dear, you will lose.”
“It would help if you were a little more encouraging.”
“What happened? You look uneasy.”
“I slept with a female last night. A whore.”
“He has already won…”
“Shut it,” she snapped. The air seemed to thicken.
“Easy now, Kayde…don’t feed into the anger or it will just make it easier.” His voice was but a whisper over the music.
The Sapphire Isle
02-09-2007, 19:59
OOC: Same, I'd be interested, if there was an opening to enter..