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Wearing --- Music ​

---Date: Saturday, October 12nd, 2013 ---Day: 21 | 4/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra was still outside at the time, sitting next to their motel room door. She had turned back on her music and had been relaxing a bit more. She had finally calmed down a bit, and had looked over at the parking lot. She saw Hana and Sam talking in the distance, but from where she was she couldn't hear them or see them in great detail.​

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She noticed something off about how the conversation had changed, and the movements seemed odd too. But she tried to ignore it. Then something else in the parking lot grabbed her attention. They seemed to be teenage girls but the were fighting over something. She allowed for curiosity to sink in and she walked a bit closer to get a better look. When she got close enough to realize they were fighting over a severed leg, she backed up quickly in panic. She turned her head to look over at Hana and Sam again, and the conversation there seemed to take a turn for the worst as well, she saw Hana hanging limp from Sam's grasp around her neck and she wanted to scream but did not wish to draw attention from the teenage girls.​

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It didn't matter though, she watched the two bolt towards Sam and Hana, and Cassandra stared in fear. She didn't want Hana to die, but at the same time she figured welcoming karma to strangle Sam back would have been fine. But she didn't want Hana to die, and that feeling overwhelmed the rest.​

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"Sam! Look out!" She screamed from where she was standing. She hoped he would hear it from where she was, then she ran back towards the motel room. She pulled the box out of her bag and grabbed Hasah, she didn't want it to open yet but she wanted it in her hand. She didn't dare turn around, she didn't want to know if she was being chased after.​

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Cassandra quickly got to the room, and opened the door and slammed it shut behind her then screamed, "Hay Sun! Joslyn! Get the hell out of bed before I have to fucking make you!" she then turned and locked the door behind her, then looked through the peep-hole in the door to check to see if she was followed.​

 

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DAY 22​

Sunday, October 13th, 2013​

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W E A R I N G ✚ S O L V E ? ✚ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ CAUTIOUS ✚ DAY 22 ※ 1/4 ✚ DATE ※ 10/13/2013 ✚ LOCATION ※ WAREHOUSE • SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA​

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THE city is blanketed in light, and even if he looked hard, it was impossible to tell it was nighttime. Then again, that would be if he was in the main district. He was currently in an abandoned warehouse near the edge of the city, waiting for someone; more like waiting to be double-crossed, and then waiting to destroy.​

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Making deals was always troublesome because there was no way he could trust anyone he worked with; they were all dirt, all looking out for themselves. He wasn't one to put himself above that, since he was watching his own hide as well. Still, no matter what, he was confident in his ability to always have the upper-hand.​

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He didn't have to wait much longer for his accomplice to rear their face.​

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⎧Raziel?⎭ came the female's questioning, cautious, yet sultry voice. Ahh, he didn't like this woman. As an avid visitor of the red-light district, he knew most of their faces and voices. ⎧I'm here, Raziel.⎭​

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He stepped out from the corner of a niche he had been concealing himself in. ⎧Mae Lin,⎭ he greeted quietly, ⎧You have it?⎭​

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She looked bright when seeing him and he internally sighed, not feeling like going through this routine tonight. It always seemed to be the same with her kind; they got touchy-feely with him and wanted to jump his dick all the time. He didn't get what it was, but he didn't go along with it anymore like he used to, mostly because it would pretty much end up in him having a gun held to his head. ⎧Come on Mae Lin, I don't have all night.⎭​

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The young woman pouted, ⎧Raziel, you're too mean.⎭ she said, pulling out a small folded paper from her cleavage. Clearly, it was the perfect storage place. ⎧I don't get what's with the name 'Raziel', either. Won't you tell me . . . ?⎭ She batted her fake eyelashes at him.​

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⎧You know that I won't answer your questions.⎭ he responded curtly, and then handed her an envelope, ⎧This should cover it. Tell Won Ri not to bother me anymore, otherwise I'm going to kill him.⎭​

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She waved her hand at him and laughed. ⎧So scary, Razzy!⎭​

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His eyebrow twitched, and his face showed clear irritation at the nickname. Most people thought that 'Raziel' was simply a code name, a street name, and everyone in the underground had one, but Leo used it because it was his real name, though no one would make that connection or even believe him if he mentioned anything. Then again, not that he would in the first place. It wasn't his natural nature to reveal secrets about himself or anyone else.​

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⎧I'm going now, Mae Lin.⎭ Leo said to her, his hands in his pockets, but she grabbed his arm and pulled him back, pouting.​

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⎧Won't you stay?⎭ she asked, using a sensual tone, and he sighed again. He was too tired for this tonight.​

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⎧Good night, Mae Lin.⎭ he said before dissolving.​

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Soon, he was back in his own room, stripping off his jacket and tossing it haphazardly on the chair. He was tired. Today had been busy, and that small meeting with Mae Lin had been the final thing to mark off his twenty-four-item checklist; still, that was mostly shorter than all of his other daily lists. Surviving in this city took a lot of work, negotiation, and blood. There was a lot of running, too.​

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After stripping off his clothes, he flopped onto his bed in his darkly-colored briefs, breathing deep breaths of calmness and using the energy around him to rejuvenate his tired body. His phone rang and he didn't bother looking at it, waiting until speaker came on and the caller would leave a voicemail.​

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⎧Jun Tae?⎭ the voice started, and he opened his bright blue eyes in surprise. ⎧. . . It's me. Pick up the phone, please?⎭ He was too stunned to move, so the voice sighed and continued, ⎧I thought I would put off telling you, since you hardly call anymore, but Hay Sun has been gone for a long time. She left without saying goodbye, and then called me a few days later from the US. I have no idea what's been going on, but the last she told me was that she was in London, and . . . I can't leave the shop because it's been very busy, lately. I'm worried about her, Jun Tae. Could you track her down?⎭​

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The phone beeped and Leo didn't move to grab it. Hay Sun was missing? Or had she run away. Knowing her, it was probably the latter. The United States, and then London? What could she possibly be doing?​

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ LIVID ✖ DAY 22 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/13/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ LONDON, ENGLAND​

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The commotion outside had Hay Sun waking up in a shitty mood, not that it was much of an improvement from the last million years, where, literally, her mood had been almost constantly shitty.​

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. . . And then Cass came in screaming bloody murder and threatening she and Blanc to get the fuck up or she would kick their asses. If she had the patience, Hay Sun would have laughed because it usually didn't work that others were threatening her, it was the other way around. She rolled out of bed, violently stomping her feet onto the floor and strutting up to Cassandra with flashing blue eyes. Recently, she had been hating everyone.​

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❝What is it ?❞ she growled, grabbing the blonde girl's collar and raising her off the ground with ease ❝I wouldn't threaten me unless you want the threat to be turned on you, very much a reality.❞ She narrowed her eyes, ready to kick ass, but then felt something was off. Very off. She let go of Cassandra, not bothering to help her up and rushed to the door, looking through the peek hole to see . . .​

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What the fuck. she thought to herself, squinting slightly to get a better look.​

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It looked like Red and Paco were . . . being attacked? by these two teenage chicks. One of them was clutching onto something — a bent bat, maybe? No. What the fuck, was that a leg ? She looked over her shoulder at Cassandra, ❝What the hell is going on out there?❞ she asked, but barely waited for an answer before tossing clothes and shoes on.​

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Although she didn't care much, it was probably a bad idea to rush out there half-cocked, but with all the shit that had been going down lately, and all this ridiculous training and tapping-into-powers that had been . . . happening?, Hay Sun wasn't down for this fucking nonsense. The last thing anyone should have wanted to do was try her patience ( or whatever little she had left could be called ).​

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❝OY !❞ she bellowed in the direction of the four people. Why the hell did Paco have Red in a death grip? Was this some sort of double-cross ? She knew he was a pretty fucking shady guy, but she had started warming up to him because they were a lot alike, and Uriel and Abbadon had a bit of a past together. Come to think of it, Xathanael had shared a little of that past, hadn't she? Ahh, who gave a shit. ❝Put her down, Paco!❞ she warned, and the attention of the two chicks turned on her. What the fuck. Zombie much? she began to take long, impatient, angry strides towards the adversary.​

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Location: UK (Streets)\\\///Mood: Too Much Adventure!\\\

Brandon was walking down the street humming a little ditty to himself, wondering what he was actually going to do for tonight. His oh so wonderful healthy rations of various snack foods were starting to run a little low, (even though it had only be a day.) He was really trying his best to look at this in a positive light but his sore feet and hungry belly were making that slightly difficult. Not to mention his total lack of goal wasn't motivating him either. He kept thinking that probably some more planning before this grand expedition would have been good, but he stopped dwelling on it. The past was the past after all and he needed to step forward towards the future or some shit like that. He took out his tennis racket and tennis ball from his duffel bag and started bouncing it back and forth between the ground and his racket. He figured this would be a good, albeit tiring, pastime during his long walks. He started to look around for some place to loot for food and/or money of some sort. Maybe even a place to spend the night would be good when something caught his attention. As he looked around he noticed that no one was walking around the streets. Sure he hadn't really run into any one but this was the first time he noticed how desolate the streets were. Not to mention there was this really odd eerie feeling about that put him slightly on edge.

That's when someone appeared in front of him. A boy, somewhere around his age most likely, stepped out in front of him. While Brandon would normally just greet him in a cheerful was as was per his norm, this person did not seem to fit the bill of norm. He looked at the boy and saw some pretty unsettling characteristics about him. For one his eyes were just funky and crazy looking. Not to mention he was staring at Brandon with a hungry look in his eyes and his mouth looked weird too. That whole blood and flesh dripping from his mouth did not se-

"Holy fuck!" Brandon suddenly realized that blood and flesh are normally not hanging and dripping from the average high school boys mouth. He would know if it was after all. He shaking not really knowing what the hell he should actually do. The zombie apocalypse he had heard so much about, (granted contradictory times as to when they'd happen,) was finally coming to fruition. His mind started racing a mile a minute trying to think of what to in this situation. It was obvious the boy had already noticed him and his outburst hadn't helped at all with the going unnoticed thing. This looked like one of those running zombies that would just outpace him and eat him anyway. That's when Brandon realized the only solution here was to take out the zombie. Aka, head shots. Brandon knew he had no way of actually killing the zombie boy before him, nor the will for that matter, but stalling him for a bit with some damage could work out for him. During his panic he had still managed to dribble his tennis ball unconsciously, but the next hit he took sent the ball flying higher than the racket. When it came back down Brandon slammed his racket against the ball launching it straight at the zombie boy's face. Not really checking if that didn't anything, the second he hit the ball he broke out into a full blown sprint running away from the zombie. He really hoped that this zombie would just give up on him because Brandon had seen enough films to know that a regular person can not go toe to toe with a full blown carnivorous zombie man, and getting eaten was not on his agenda.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 21 - 4/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England

"Aba ... uhn ..." she choked out. Red sucked air, but it wouldn't reach her lungs. Her throat constricted. Her face turned pink and tears streaked down her face. Sam hadn't used the knife yet, but it was still in his hand. "Sah..." Red fumbled at her back, reaching for something, but she couldn't grip it. Her hand fell limp. Tears poured out as her head lulled to the side and she went limp. Everything around him seemed to fade away, and all he could concentrate on was the limp girl he held by the neck. Tears continued to fall down his cheeks as he looked at her. He still hadn't even moved the knife. He just held her there until...

"Sam! Look out!" The girl from outside the door called out to them. Reality came back and Sam looked over to what looked like two teenage girls coming towards them.

Demolish!

Yeah, I agree...

Rip them asunder!

I'll tear them to shreds!

"OY !" Hay Sun had called out to them. After hearing that, he dropped Red onto the hood of her car. The tears had stopped. A psychotic smile crept across his face. He put the black knife away and pulled out his wand and it transformed in his hand. Slowly, he walked towards the oncoming pair dragging the tip of his blade along the ground. His head was cocked to the side.

"Sooooo~ You wanna play, huh~?" Sam started to chuckle. "THEN LET'S PLAY!" He swung his sword at them with as much force as he could muster. The force of the upswing sent out a rush of wind at them.

 

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Wearing --- Music ​

---Date: Saturday, October 12nd, 2013 ---Day: 21 | 4/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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Hay Sun had responded luckily, even if in a violent manner. Rather then even asking why Cassandra was screaming at them she walked up angrily and spoke, ❝What is it ?❞​

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Her collar was grabbed and she felt herself lifted, but she wasn't impressed by it considering she weighed less than 150 pounds. ❝I wouldn't threaten me unless you want the threat to be turned on you, very much a reality.❞ ​

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"Could you stop attacking me I was just-" she felt herself let go and she fell to the ground, Hay Sun then looked out the peephole and then as Cassandra picked herself up off the ground she heard Hay Sun speak, ❝What the hell is going on out there?❞​

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"Do you really think I know?" Cassandra spoke almost irritated, then she watched Hay Sun run out the door. Cassandra was clearly playing coward here, she didn't know how to fight with a sword, and although she knew how to fight she wasn't about to fight hand-to-hand with those... things.​

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Cassandra continued to watch and noticed there were more appearing. What the hell is this? Cassandra looked on the ground to see where she dropped Hasah and she picked it up and continued watching.​

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For most of the morning, Shane spent it just hanging out. There wasn't much that he could think to do at the moment so he just waited for Hana to do something. Eventually he decided to head outside the motel, unfortunately he didn't even make it out the door before he saw what was going on. It was a glance but he still manage to see Sam choking Hana.

While he would hope that was the worse of it, the two girls fighting over a leg soon ran towards them. Seriously what kind of shit luck did they have here. even though the current number of these 'zombies' was low at the moment, there was no telling when they would suddenly increase and become a full fledge horde.

Even though he now had a sword to use, he prefer not to go close range when it came to zombies. As long as these didn't work the same as the ones in movies, video games, etc, the close combat wouldn't be a entirely bad thing. Still there had to be something that he could do from here beside stand and watch as more of them appeared.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 21 - 4/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London England

Sam butchered the two teenagers with ease. However, even though they were pretty much dead and dealt with, he continued to slash at their bodies, gleefully striking at them, mutilating their already dead bodies. He got so much joy from slashing up their bodies, so much pleasure from it that it was almost orgasmic. Demented laughter came from him as he stood over what used to be two teenage bodies. His laughter became louder as he put his hand up to his face.

"This... This is..." He hunched forward. "THIS IS THE GREATEST HIGH!" Sam laughed even more as he arched his back. Even more zombie like teenagers had shown up. At that moment, he walked towards them dragging his sword along once again. He knew that this wouldn't end pretty for them. He knew that what was about to happen was pure, unadulterated carnage. The thought was titillating. The thrill of killing. Of rending flesh. Of blood splattering all over. It excited him.

"I feel like a kid in a candy store~!" Sam swung his sword into one of the other teenagers coming at him. He had briefly wondered where they came from, but then decided that it didn't matter. As long as he got to cut more things up and let his blood-lust run free it didn't matter to him.

 

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Location: UK (Streets)\\\///Mood: THIS LIFE!\\\

Brandon was running like a maniac, going as fast as he possibly could. Despite being one of the worst things to do in these kinds of situations Brandon actually looked back and didn't notice the zombie man actually chasing him anymore. Operation Hit Zombie in the Face with Tennis Ball to Distract Him (name pending to change) went off without a hitch. It would be really bad if the zombie was still chasing him because Brandon was in no way shape or form ready to get killed. Especially by zombie. If he did die, being a part of the horde of the undead was even worse. He sighed a large one of relief. He was walking on sunshine so to speak and was happily now just running for a next building to hole up in for the night full of safet-

"Oh what the fuck!?"

Brandon was not enjoying his next sight. He saw two new zombies pop out of *insert sovereign in religious belief here* where. Though he did call them the horde of the undead so he totally should've seen this coming. Nonetheless he was still pissed about these new comers and, more importantly, pretty afraid of them. If it was anything like the last man a tennis ball to the face should be more than enough, because Brandon was having none of that up close and personal shit with only his tennis racket as a weapon. The problem now was that he didn't actually have a tennis ball at the ready this time and this time they were bull charging him. He did a quick ninety degree turn and started running along a different road so he wouldn't actually just get caught up by the zombies right off the bat. At this point he started running a bit more awkwardly and as such slower, because he had started trying to unzip his duffel bag. Once that first hurdle was over with he needed to start rummaging around in his duffel bag until he finally managed to grab a second ball out of the already open can of tennis balls.

This was good but his situation was still bad. The zombies were starting to catch up, he could tell without even looking back. He turned around and smashed his racket against the ball, sending the ball at the zombie. This one wasn't aimed at his head because it would be pretty hard for him to get that down while moving. Where it did land though, was directly on the shin of the zombie. Hopefully that'd be enough to stop it. Then he pulled out a third ball from his bag but at this point it would be too late to actually turn around and pelt this one with a ball. So instead he turned around, the zombie right near him, and right when it was coming in for a bite he shoved the tennis ball in the zombie's mouth, stopping the zombies bite, and then smashed his racket against the tennis ball in the zombie's mouth, knocking the zombie over. With that over with he continued sprinting, hopefully to not death.

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C​

MOOD ※ LIVID ✖ DAY 22 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/13/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ LONDON, ENGLAND​

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Under the annoying pressure of whatever was causing the pressure, Hay Sun moved forward, going into attack mode. It should be sort of easy, right? Her control left a little something to be desired, but hey, London was still fucking standing, wasn't it? No one could ask of more from her, since that was the case.​

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When more of the zombie freaks appeared, she felt amply annoyed, and waved her hand over her head, drawing out a . . . silver bat from the space above her head. Her weapon was allowed to take whatever form she wanted, right? Clearly, because last time it had been a sword, but today, she just wanted to bash some heads in with a metal bat, just like the good ol' days.​

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With Red out of commission, it would probably be a little difficult to take care of them on their own, but with her foul mood and growing anger and irritation towards Paco, it should be no problem. It was plain to see that Paco was psychotic, but that was fine, she guessed, so long as he wasn't useless. One charged her and she swung the bat, connecting it with the freak's neck and hearing a satisfying snap, and then charged through one more.​

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Her eye caught one of them latching onto Paco from behind and she began darting in and out of the growing crowd to help him, even if it would have been kind of great to see him get his leg ripped off. What was the deal with that, anyway? She used to not have such a problem with him, but today was different. Maybe it was because she was woken up shittily after feeling like she was asleep for a hella long time. ❝Watch your back, dumbass,❞ she told Paco as she parried around him and tackled the zombie-thing, thrusting a fiery fist into its face and feeling no remorse. Were these possessed humans, or just some sort of satanic creation? Either way, she didn't care much.​

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One of them leaped on her from behind and wrapped its arms around her neck, successfully pulling her into a rear-necked-choke hold. She felt the air leave her lungs immediately, but slammed her body backwards because no one has time for that shit.​

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Hay Sun looked over at the limp Red, and then pointed at her while fending off a few more, ❝Oy, what the fuck is up with that?❞ she asked with force, ❝What'd you do to her?❞​

 

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---Date: Sunday, October 13rd, 2013 ---Day: 22 | 1/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra watched as two of the freaks came towards the door and she wanted to scream in panic. She turned to see that Joslyn was STILL asleep. What the fuck!​

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Cassandra locked the door again, since she had not after Hay Sun left, and she stayed looking through the peephole. If the three out there needed access into the room, she wouldn't deny them it. But she did not want the freaks getting in.​

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When they got closer to the door, Cassandra backed up slightly and held up Hasah, which transformed into the sword. She looked intensely at the door and whispered to herself, "Please don't get in here... please don't get in here..."​

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The sudden force to the chest immediately made the crimson haired man cough out blood from his mouth and as the remnants of it dripped down. Those remnants were soon removed as the sudden force to his face knocked away. Even so he still smile as much as the energy in his body would let him.

He heard the word masochist and he was interested by it. He began to think about what she said and soon enough began to speak. "A masochist eh?....could possibly be...but then again it could be because I pity you...that could be why I laugh..." Alistair said before closing his eyes once more as he a grin crept across his face "That petty anger you feel, to feel something like this from a mere human of all things...for such a high being this is only laughable. You act like a child who pettily does what she wants and throws a tantrum when things don't go her way." Alistair said.

"This anger and hate you flaunt, this pride you hold, this joy you take, no matter what powers you hold... your nothing higher than that of a human...your lower...your trash" Alistair said before letting out another chuckle "others can break me...but trash cannot..." Alistair said as his red hair covered his eyes and the smile on his face grew

 

Tyson quietly slipped his cloths on and tipped toed out of the bedroom of some girl he meet. 'Well another done. One step closer I guess.' As Tyson went to the door he noticed some pictures on the walls. They were of the woman and a kid about 5 years old. 'Did she have a kid? Could I have not noticed that?' were just a few questions that raced through his mind. The did bare a striking resemblance to the woman. "What have I done?" Tyson whispered. Did he really just take some poor kids mother? He stood there just trying to think about it. 'Maybe it didn't take, maybe she won't get pregnant.' Tyson thought, just trying to reassure himself. But it wasn't working.
''This needs to end and soon.'' Tyson said as he went out to his car. Tyson got in his car and left in a hurry. "Ok opinions. I could keep doing this shit and find comfort in that I'm doing this for Jen and the bottom of a liquor bottle. I could tell Temeluchus to take this deal and shove it firmly up her creepy feathered ass, which would result in my gruesome painful death and who knows what would happen to Jen's soul. Or maybe I could fess up to the angels about all this, maybe they could do something about it. But of course wouldn't they already know? Ugh....maybe I could go to another fallen, assuming I could find another and that they would know anything about this and not cart me off to the nearest insane asylum or kill me on sight for what I've done."
Tyson sighed. "I'm better off with the bottom of a liquor bottle. I'm so screwed." Tyson parked his car in front of the sidewalk in front of his apartment. Tyson got out of the car and went into his apartment. When he got in he grabbed him some beers and turned the TV onto the news. But it didn't matter if he did or not, there was a emergency broadcast signal on all channels. The emergency of course, was the 'zombie' outbreak in England. "Damn, and tonight is Breaking Bad night." Tyson was just trying to keep calm. "Well I can guess where the wicked bitch of the west is."
Tyson looked up at the ceiling. "So God, you gonna get off your cosmic ass and do something? What about you Gabriel, Michael, or any other winged pansy up there behind the pearly gates? Yeah I thought you all would act like little bitches. When the going gets tough, the angels just watch like creeps." By now Tyson had already downed a bottle of beer. "Yeah you cast us out because we loved your creations! But yet when they are in danger you just watch! And to think you call use the fallen ones."

 

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"A masochist eh?....could possibly be...but then again it could be because I pity you...that could be why I laugh..." Alistair said. Lu clutched the heart tighter. There was a popping sound as the seam broke open. "That petty anger you feel, to feel something like this from a mere human of all things...for such a high being this is only laughable. You act like a child who pettily does what she wants and throws a tantrum when things don't go her way." She is not a child. Her hand shook, holding the heart, as it gushed out its newly built reserve of blood.

"This anger and hate you flaunt, this pride you hold, this joy you take, no matter what powers you hold... you're nothing higher than that of a human...you're lower...you're trash." Alistair said before letting out another chuckle, "others can break me...but trash cannot..." he closed his eyes and the smile on his face grew wider.

Something inside Lu snapped. She was not trash. She could feel the pull off needing to be elsewhere, but she didn't care. Lu knelt down and wrenched Alistair to his feet, by his shirt front. "I. Am not. Trash!" There was a tearing sound as the fabric in her hand ripped away from the rest. She sent him flying across the room. Her long brown hair lifted up around her. Mist swirled at her ankles, and she breathed heavily. Temeluchas marched forward, lifting him again. She threw him back the other way, and accidentally crushed the heart in her hand. "Oops..." Lu snickered. She couldn't help it. She fell to the floor laughing. Humans -- so easy to break. Alistair was broken and if she didn't act quickly, Azrael would leave. That would be bad, not that she particularly cared.

She stepped lightly, crossing the distance to his limp body. She smiled down at the doctor. "Who's trash now?" She asked him. Silence. Of course he wouldn't respond. It was just ironic humor. Lu pulled him upright so that he was leaning against the wall in a seated position. She wiped some blood off his face with the pad of her thumb. She made an X over her heart with her nail and winced as she reached inside. She grimaced and pulled out a gnarled blackish misshapen heart. Quickly she cut it in half and sealed each broken side. Half went back inside her first, because she was more important, and then the other as shoved forcefully inside of Alistair. She waited a minute, for his eyes to open, then slapped him across the face. "I am not trash." She said sternly, before rising to her feet.

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 22 - 2/4 | DATE: October 13th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England

With all of the craziness going on, Sam just kept slaughtering the oncoming teens as though he were picking flowers. It was definitely a sight to behold, with limbs and heads flying all over. However, one had managed to latch itself onto his leg. He shook his leg in a futile attempt to get it off.

"Watch your back, dumbass," Hay Sun called out as she parried around him and tackled the zombie-thing, thrusting a fiery fist into its face. He only chuckled and continued to cut up the zombie-things. Sam didn't really care to answer her, he was having way too much fun to interrupt it with idle chatter. "Oy, what the fuck is up with that?" She asked with force, pointing at Red. "What'd you do to her?"

"Hmm~?" Sam looked over his shoulder while fending off a few more of the zombies. "Oh, that. Well, simply put, I just choked a bitch." He put his attention back on the zombies. "Good enough answer for ya'?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed two zombies heading for the door to the girl's room. "Oh, don't think you're getting away!" Sam made a mad dash for them, prepping his sword for cutting shit into tiny, little ribbons. As soon as he got to them he cleanly cut off both of their heads. Despite the fact that their heads were now gone, he slashed up the bodies a few more times just because he could. Afterwards he went back to the main horde and dismembered even more. The feeling that flowed through his body was so intoxicating. It was just the greatest. He wished it would last forever. But he knew that, unfortunately, it would have to end eventually.

 

Tyson got ready to open up another beer bottle but his phone rang before he could. He checked the caller ID, it was work. "Hello?" Tyson answered, he knew if it was work it had to be important. "Malone! Get down to the station now! The military has requested help in containing England from...whatever it is. So congratulations you've been drafted." The chief barked, and then hung up the phone before Tyson could reply. "Well, looks like my country needs me....wait this isn't even my country. Nor is the one I'm being sent to. Ugh...whatever." Tyson grunted as he tossed his uniform on. Tyson quickly got in his car, and floored the accelerator. Tyson wasn't too drunk to drive, well in fact he wasn't even buzzed yet. It takes a lot more then a couple beer bottles anymore.
Tyson made it to the station in record time. The station was as one would expect, chaotic. "Malone!" Tyson wasn't there for two seconds before the chief was yelling for him. "There you are. I'm sending you and about nine others to London. That seems to be the focal point so everything's a bit more chaotic there. So the Military needs more help there. They will fly you in there." The chief barked. "Fly? As in airplanes?" Tyson had a unhealthy fear of flying. To the point where he has to be knocked out to even get up in the air. "Don't worry. Those Military birds are like flying tanks." the chief tried to reassure Tyson. "Last time I checked tanks were about as aerodynamic as a brick." Tyson's pulse was already racing just talking about flying.
When Tyson and the other cops arrived at the plane it was already prepped and ready to go. They were all decked out in riot gear and had laser sighted assault rifles, it was very fancy. A couple military officers helped strap them in and they took off. Tyson was sweeting profusely, and looked like he was about to have a heart attack. The cop sitting next to him looked at him curiously. "Tá sé ceart go leor cara, do níos mó seans go bás ó timpiste gluaisteáin ansin dtimpiste eitleáin." He spoke in Irish, Tyson knew enough to get by. He got the jest of what he saying, that he's more likely to die from a car crash then a plane crash. "Yeah, ach an chuid is mó am nach bhfuil mé ag eitilt i sciatháin bríce." Tyson's Irish was horrible but he could usually get his point across. The Cop laughed at Tyson's attempt to speak in Irish.

 

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Still standing guard at the motel's entrance, Shane watched as Hay Sun and Sam continued to deal with the zombies outside. For the most part it seemed like things weren't going to get any worse. Seeing as how some of the zombie had turned their attention towards the door, he took out his newly acquired sword and held it in front of himself. The least he could do was take care of the ones the made it inside. ​

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It never came to that though since the threat soon ended and things got slightly better, which left them with another problem. The fact that Hana had yet to get up or show any signs of movement was a clear sign that something was up. Making his way outside and towards his unconscious body, he did a quick check to see if she was breathing. Nothing. There were no signs of breathing at all. For once can we catch a break! ​

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Now that he knew what the situation was, he wasted no time moving her back inside the motel. First thing he did was to place her on the nearest couch that he could find. Once she was laid down, he did another quick check from breathing. Still nothing. This lead to him to slightly lean her head back, so her airways would be opened, putting his hands in the correct position for chest compressions. Next came the cycle of 30 chest compressions and two rescue breaths. With any luck she would start showing signs of life while he was giving her cpr. Right now though he had to keep up his attempt. ​

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 22 ⦙ 2/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Sunday ⦙ October 13, 2013 ❖​

❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Shane & Danel ❖​

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Laughter filled my ears. I couldn't see where it was coming from, but it seemed to echo all around me. Everywhere I turned was vast emptiness. It's a strange feeling -- dying and being reborn. Normally it's not like this. In order for my waking consciousness to not destroy that of the human occupant that receives me, I am always found in children that would have otherwise been still born. Their souls pass on before birth and their bodies are hollow shells, waiting for life to be breathed into them once more. It's usually instantaneous. I never have to wait longer than a minute or two. My host shuts her eyes and when I open mine again, they are peering into the face of a doctor.

Samuel did not stab me with that knife. He did not render me unable to reincarnate. I should not be stuck in this limbo and yet I am. There is nothing here but laughter. It's making me uneasy. I shiver. A shadowy figure steps out of seemingly nowhere. There is nothing here that could cast a shadow or allow for him to hide in, and yet it still happened. He approaches me. "Who are you?" I call out to him. He has his hands shoved in his front pockets.

❝ Xathanael, long time no see. ❞ He greets me.

I scowl at him. His features become suddenly clear. ❝ Danel, ❞ I say coldly. ❝ Where am I? ❞ I cross my arms over my chest and blow a lock of red hair out of my face.

❝ Somewhere safe, ❞ he replies casually. Danel turns on his heel and begins skulking back in the direction he came. ❝ Abaddon didn't do as instructed, so odds are you won't be here for long. I don't think you'll even move on. ❞ Why was he telling me this?

❝ What do you want with me Danel? You were the one that ordered Sam to kill me, right? ❞ I ask, fully knowing the answer. I swallowed nervously and trailed after him. There was no use in fighting, not here anyway.

❝ Isn't it obvious? We want you out of the way. I suppose you don't necessarily have to die. You just need to stay out of our way. The Morning Star will rise -- ❞

❝ I won't let that happen, ❞ I interrupt.

Danel shook his head hopelessly. ❝ Of course you won't. Which is why I told Abaddon to kill you with the obsidian knife, and look where that got us? You know what we want -- Azazel, Leviathan, and Hell on Earth. ❞ He sounded dispassionate. There was no sign of emotion in his voice.

❝ I can't let you have any of those things. I won't let him. ❞ I demand. I stop walking and Danel does too. He turns around to face me.

❝ Which is why you'll die. ❞ He pulled something shiny out of his pocket.

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I reach for Luria, only to realize he's not there. Of course. Luria would not be carried over to Limbo. My chest rises and I realize for the first time what I had been lacking since I entered this desolate place -- a heartbeat. My chest continues to rise and fall and I find myself gasping for air. My eyes shut tight and I reach for my throat. When I open them again, I am looking up into the face of Shane. I gasp for air and roll to my side. One hand is still on my throat and I can't seem to catch my breaths fast enough.

❝ Wa... water ... ❞ I choke out and limply point to the glass on the desk. What happened? My head is spinning. I feel like I'm going to -- I throw up on the motel room floor. My hand rests over my chest as I roll back onto my back. I feel my heartbeat and the rise and fall of my chest. It is comforting. My other hand trails over the painful spattering of bruises that begin to form on my throat. My throat burns. I feel tired. I accept the water gratefully. I drape my arm over my eyes, blocking out the light. Everything is cause me mild discomfort. I don't feel so well anymore. ❝ What ... happened? ❞ I ask, my arm still over my eyes.

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Four days. For exactly four days he had stayed in the room he was occupying. It was the guestroom of his Grandfather's house, who was not and would not be at home. It was October after all, every October he would fly over to America and stay in New Hampshire with his hunting friends. October through November, Adam never could quite understand it. Wasn't it snowy winter at that point?​

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He always loved this house, he hadn't been in it for years before four days ago. The last time he had been here was when his mother had one of her attacks and his grandfather watched over him as she recovered. Every time he had gone there it was to be watched and protected. When Bonnie had brought him here, he actually felt... relieved. It was odd how this one place felt safer than his own home.​

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Adam had a bounce ball in his right hand and continued to bounce it as he layed down on the guest bed. He had the radio on and was listening to his favorite station, just thinking to himself about what was occurring in his life at that time. Whenever he thought about something that angered him he would bounce the ball with a lot of force. Whenever something saddened him he would drop it lighter.​

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There was one particular time where he zoned out completely, and he had dropped the ball so it could only roll away from him. He had remembered something, but had completely forgotten about it the second after. It was rather unfortunate, because he knew it had nothing to do with Adam, it was something about Semyaza.​

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Adam had bounced the ball at an even pace when the song he was listening to was interrupted and he caught the ball and sat up in the bed. He missed the first part of what they had said, but heard the rest.​

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Adam held his head at that moment and couldn't help but laugh at the way the professional reporters were talking, and as they continued with their speculations they became more and more ridiculous and he started laughing harder.​

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He knew. He knew they weren't well, dead. But he knew what they were doing, he hadn't been totally oblivious. The witnesses were not wrong about the details of the attack, but he knew they were in the wrong direction saying they were zombies.​

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Adam stopped laughing and just stared at the bed listening to the advising to stay indoors and he whispered quietly, "Why am I laughing it really isn't that funny..."​

 

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❝ Why am I laughing it really isn't that funny... ❞

Harbonah sat on the back of the couch and dangled her legs over the side. ❝ It's a little funny. ❞ She added. Bonnie jumped to the floor and landed lightly on her feet. She stepped across the room and took a seat beside Adam. Her large black wings brushed against her back and she tipped over on her back. Bonnie played absently with her hair and let her blue-eyed gaze drift to the window. She sighed. ❝ Are you enjoying it here Adam? You feel safe here, right? ❞ That's why she brought him here. She situated the top of her dress and brushed her hair off her shoulder. Harbonah glanced up at him smiling.

❝ Your classmates are causing quite an uproar in the cities. ❞ She told him. Bonnie shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She cleared her senses so that she could properly visualize what her puppets were seeing. She watched as countless numbers of them were cut down, while others fled. There were many attacking unsuspecting mortals and increasing in number. That was good. She smiled wickedly and opened her eyes again, still smiling when she looked up at Adam. ❝ Yup. Quite a bit of mayhem. ❞

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