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[/url] The bodies were still fresh and the sign was clear. Alistair knew he had to be on guard on all times and if not he would be finding himself kicking a second bucket. These ghouls were sure to be roaming around looking for delicious flesh and he was on the menu. Of course he came prepared, but he didn't know much about this foe and if anything he would get overwhelmed easily.

Heading into a ghoul infested city was madness, but it was also something he felt was needed. He needed to strengthen his powered and merely killing some thugs and sitting around was not going to help in the slightest. For now Alistair took up whatever he could find as an asset and continued on. He knew that being out in the open was suicide so he needed to be stealthy. Adreneline filled the man as he smirked and rested against a wall in a nearby abandoned shop.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 24 (3/4)\\\///Tuesday October 15th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To Fun!\\\

Brandon looked over when he heard the car stop. He waved to Officer Malone when he was greeted and listened to the question given. "Yeah it was certainly different than previous nights, that's for sure." He chuckled a little bit and looked over at the room where Hana was in. "Yeah I guess so. Honestly though, this might sound a bit bad and all, but I'm pretty excited for this whole end of the world trip thing. Like I know it's not a video game an all, I know there are probably lives on the line an all, but it still just seems pretty exciting." Brandon thought back to when he went and evaded certain death in the face of three zombies and even more so when he got his sword, Vis Vis. He smiled longingly at the thoughts until he saw the other angel dude, Ababalon or something like that, walk out for a quick smoke. He gave a quick wave to him and turned his attention back to Officer Malone.

"So Officer Malone we're the two newbies on this gang so we're probably really behind on the whole strength level thing." He pointed his sword playfully Officer Malone, then realized that either made him look really threatening or really insane, so he pulled it away with a bit of a whoops expression. "Anyway, why don't we do some training so we can try and catch up. I'm game for like with swords or without. Plus maybe it'll help us awaken our angely powers or something. And that might be a way to get rid of whatever, uh, affliction you've got going on with the smokey smoke." Brandon wasn't sure about that, at all, obviously. But after learning about the fact that he had latent super lightning powers he wanted to bust those out as soon as possible. And the good officer looked like someone he could get in a good sparring match with. Even more so granted he had no idea if this would actually help him get the angel powers, but a boy could dream.

 

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"What are you doing here? Can't you see he's sleeping?"​

"I need your help with a little side project. You barely even have to do anything?"​

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"I'm listening, but you better not wake him. He's a lot easier to deal with when he's asleep."​

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"Why gee Harbonah, are you per chance growing attached?"​

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"Danel I will murder you. Of course not! I - I mean ... of course not. Now get to the point."​

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"I need you to send a whole swarm of your minions on that motel they're all staying at. I need them completely entrapped inside that motel room. The numbers have been growing right?"​

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"Yes. How many?"​

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"Hundred? Maybe more? They need to be surrounded with no possible escape. Then I can do what I need."​

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"That's a lot of puppets deary. What are you going to do for me in return?"​

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"You name it. It's done."​

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"Hm... Lemme think on it. In the mean time ..."​

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"Yeah kid I guess this is kind of cool." Tyson replied. Brandon seemed a little too excited about all this but he seems like a good enough guy. Tyson was sure he could be depend on him if needed. "Fighting is all fine and dandy when needed, just don't rely on it too much." Tyson said.
"Yeah sure we can practice." Tyson looked down at his wand. "Ok go-go gadget angel sword." Tyson said and then the wand turned into a long skinny sword. "Holy crap that worked?" Tyson muttered to himself. Tyson spun the sword around his hand. "When Hana get's up I should ask her my sword's name." Tyson said as he continued to spin it around.

Hawke was sitting down on the couch in the break station bored out of his mind. When not out on a deliver he was always pretty much beating his head against a wall. "Hawke, poluchil paket dlya vas , chtoby postavit'.(Hawke, got a package for you to deliver.)" Anton called out. "But vremeni. Vot ya dumal, litso vashe " velikaya lichnost' " yekhal vsekh kliyentov otelya.(Bout time. Here I thought your 'great personality' face was driving all the customers away.)" Hawke said in a smug tone. "Prosto voz'mite proklyatyy paket po adresu!(Just take the damn package to the address!)" Anton yelled. Hawke gave him a small joking salute and took the package.

 

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❖ DAY ⟡ 24 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ October 15, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ ✖ ❖​

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Hana stirred and flung herself out of bed in a panic. Her heart was racing and sweat dripped down her brow. She hadn't had a dream that intense in a few weeks. It had brought her back to Rome, a rather unpleasant period in history when Lucifer last tried to arise. He had nearly succeeded then. Most of the stronger angels still had their memories in tact, or at least most of their memories, and managed to push him back. That's when so many had finally recanted. They turned over a new leaf after seeing what he really had in store. It was also at that point in time when so many started to finally lose the rest of their memories. She watched as one by one, each of her brethren slipped further and further away. The only solace was watching over Azazel, whom she had to reintroduce herself to over and over again.

Occasionally there would be a spark of remembrance, but it was usually best to just not bother with the explanations.

Her eyes scanned the room and she saw Joslyn standing near the bathroom, drying her hair. Well, at least she was there. That was one less thing to worry about. Hana half feared that Samuel would make off with her during the night. Speaking of -- he was gone. She jumped out of bed and pulled her wild and tangled red hair back into a disastrous bun before bolting out the door. Hana smacked into a body and she stumbled back into the door. ❝ Unf. ❞ When she looked up, she could see Samuel standing in front of her, smoking a cigarette. She felt her skin flush red and she shook her head. ❝ Oh. You're here. ❞ He hadn't left. That was the other thing that worried her. Even if he didn't take Joslyn, that wouldn't stop him from disappearing into the night.

Past his shoulder was a large truck and what appeared to be Tyson and Brandon. Hana wondered what they were up to, but it was the least of her worries. Her blue eyes met his and she pressed her lips together. ❝ I thought - I thought you might have left. ❞ In front of them were piles of dead bodies. She had a pretty good view of them yesterday and now that they had been rotting for a couple of days, it made her want to vomit. Hana could only wonder what seemed to be so fascinating about them to Samuel at the moment. He was staring at them when she ran into him.

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 24 - 3/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Sam just stood there, admiring the bodies, minding his own business. He was thoroughly enjoying the last cigarette of his pack. It was all just to have a moment of peace to himself. And then...

"Unf." That woman burst from the door and bumped into him. It caused him a whole lot of pain and made him drop his cigarette. He was only half way done with it, too. But now that it hit the floor, right next to one of the decaying bodies, he couldn't and didn't want to finish it. "Oh, you're here."

"Right. I'm here." He scratched the back of his head. The pain coming from his shoulder still lingered. She did bump into him rather hard. "Man, you made me drop my last cigarette. Why were you even bolting out of the room in the first place?"

Her blue eyes met his and she pressed her lips together. "I thought - I thought you might have left."

"Oh. Well, as you can see, I'm still here." He quipped. It's not like he could do much in his current condition. Plus, he was pretty sure that he could end up dead somewhere if he wasn't careful. Surviving was his current priority. He wanted to make sure he would stay alive. Taking the white haired girl was the last thing on his mind. "You did hit me rather hard, just now. Not to mention you wasted my last cigarette. What are we gonna do about that?" His head was tilted to the side, a displeased look crossed his face. He was really enjoying that cigarette, too.

 

Tyson saw Hana come out of the room in the corner of his eye. 'Bout time.' he thought. "Looks like our Kenobi's awake, we'll continue this later young Skywalker." Tyson said as he patted Brandon on the shoulder. Yeah he's bit more of a nerd then he let's on. Tyson walked over to Hana who was talking to Samuel. "Sleep well Hana? How bout you Sammy?" Tyson asked. "I was thinking about heading out to get some food and supplies. Is there anything your low on or need?" While Tyson was normally against looting and such, but he was gonna try to save the world so screw it.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 24 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ October 15, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Sam & Tyson ❖​

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❝ Oh. Well, as you can see, I'm still here. ❞ He quipped.

❝ Duly noted, ❞ she replied curtly.

❝ You did hit me rather hard, just now. Not to mention you wasted my last cigarette. What are we gonna do about that? ❞ His head was tilted to the side, a displeased look crossed his face.

Hana pursed her lips and straightened out. Her hands rested at the small of her back and she arched her torso so that it would crack. When she was done stretching out, she sighed. Hana eyed his shoulder before meeting Sam's gaze. ❝ I could stitch up your shoulder. The bandages need to be changed anyway. ❞ She had gotten him a lot worse then he got her, but at least it allowed for her to keep him at arms length.

Footsteps padded lightly and she glanced past Samuel to see Tyson approaching them. He came to a stop beside the pair and she smiled warmly at him. ❝ Officer, ❞ she greeted with a nod of the head.

❝ Sleep well Hana? How bout you Sammy? ❞ Tyson asked.

❝ Fine, thank you. ❞ she returned.

❝ I was thinking about heading out to get some food and supplies. Is there anything your low on or need? ❞ he said.

Hana looked thoughtful for a moment before replying. ❝ I could do for some heavy weight thread and fresh bandages. I only have a small amount left. In all honesty, we really need to get moving from this place. We can't keep staying here. ❞

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"You know he's there, right?"​

"Of course I fucking know!"​

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"I'm just saying --"​

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"Shut the fuck up Danel and let me think! God!!"​

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He sighed. "Lu, Harbonah is ready. I already went to see here. Those little possessed puppet things of hers are on their way as we speak."​

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"He just really likes to fucking piss me off, doesn't he? Men. They never listen and now fucking idiot is going to be right in the middle of your nonsense. Maybe if you didn't fuck it up the first time we'd --"​

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Danel lunged at her. His hands were gripping Temeluchas's shoulders tightly as he forced her against the wall of her bedroom. "We're not supposed to be the ones doing it, remember? They are. That's why you messed with Araquiel and Zadkiel. That's why Harbonah is with Semyaza. That's why I went to Abaddon. So don't blame me for fucking up. I gave the piece of shit clear instructions. Kill Xathanael and capture Azazel. It's not my fault he suddenly developed a conscience. I thought that whole past relationship bullshit was too diluted in his memories to influence his emotions. It would have been pretty humorous to watch, but now we need to deal with things differently."​

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"That's up to you. Save him. Let him see what everyone else has been going through. Both. It doesn't matter. He's just not allowed to die." Danel gave her a hard knowing look that seemed to make Temeluchas squirm as he released her.​

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"Bandages got it. I was going to grab some food, and cloths too. I've got a truck ready over there. I'm surprised I still remember how to hot wire." Tyson gave them a nod and walked over to the room he and Brandon were staying. He opened the door and grabbed his assault rife. Before he went out he walked back over to Hana. "I should be back in 30 minutes. When I get back we should probably pack up. We can leave in the morning. If that's ok with you."​

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Hawke as usually rode his bike as reckless as ever. Cutting in front of other vehicles, tapping on the driver's windows just to annoy them. Hawke eventually made it to a suburb. He glanced down on his GPS that he kept on his bike's handle. He looked around until he found the right house. ​

Hawke leaned his bike next to the door and rang the door bell. He grabbed the package out of his bag and a clipboard. He looked at who the package was addressed to, someone name Martha. The door opened after a couple minutes. "LiMarta zhit' po etomu adresu? (Does a Martha live at this address?)" Hawke asked not even looking up from the package. "Da, eto ya. (Yes, that's me.)" A beautiful woman about Hawke's age answered. Hawke looked up at her surprised. He'd figure a Martha would some old woman. Hawke looked her up and down. "Kak dela? (How you doing?)" He gave her a nod. "Net. (No)" She rolled her eyes. She took the clipboard Hawke had, signed it and took the package and slammed the door in his face.​

 

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 24 - 4/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

The girl pursed her lips and straightened out. Her hands rested at the small of her back and she arched her torso so that it would crack. When she was done stretching out, she sighed. She eyed his shoulder before meeting Sam's gaze. "I could stitch up your shoulder. The bandages need to be changed anyway." That was great. He would have to sit down and wait for her to finish sticking him with needles. He was beginning to think she was enjoying this whole thing.

"Ugh... Stitches..." He could already imagine the pain just by saying it. There were footsteps approaching from behind. When he turned to look, it was the cop.

"Officer," she greeted with a nod of the head.

"Sleep well, Hana? How 'bout you Sammy?" Whoa, nobody called him Sammy. Nobody.

"Hey, nobody calls me Sammy, got it?" He pointed right at his face.

"Fine, thank you." she returned.

"I was thinking about heading out to get some food and supplies. Is there anything you're low on or need?" he said. Ugh. He had a feeling that he would keep calling him Sammy. This would not bode well.

The girl looked thoughtful for a moment before replying. "I could do for some heavy weight thread and fresh bandages. I only have a small amount left. In all honesty, we really need to get moving from this place. We can't keep staying here." They had been there for a while. Maybe a change of location might do them good. Not like he would be able to do much anyway.

"Bandages got it. I was going to grab some food, and cloths too. I've got a truck ready over there. I'm surprised I still remember how to hot wire." The officer gave them a nod and walked over to the room he and the kid were staying. He opened the door and grabbed his assault rife. Before he went out he walked back over to the girl. "I should be back in 30 minutes. When I get back we should probably pack up. We can leave in the morning. If that's ok with you."

"Feh. Whatever." His mood definitely took a dip. He felt the itch start to get stronger. Ugh... geez. My shoulder is fucked up AND this itch is growing. Great... Just great... He started rubbing the back of his neck.

 

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❖ DAY ⟡ 24 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ October 15, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Sam & Tyson ❖​

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Tyson nodded. ❝ Bandages got it. I was going to grab some food, and cloths too. I've got a truck ready over there. I'm surprised I still remember how to hot wire. ❞

Hana gave him a wry smile and watched as he headed in the direction of another motel room. When he came back, he was wielding an assault rifle. She remembered him saying that he was here because of the ' zombies, ' but she hadn't anticipated something so deadly.

❝ I should be back in 30 minutes. When I get back we should probably pack up. We can leave in the morning. If that's ok with you. ❞ he told them.

Hana nodded and slipped her hands into the front pockets of her shorts. ❝ Sounds like a plan. ❞
❝ Feh. Whatever. ❞ Samuel chided in. He looked rather unpleasant now.

She waited until Tyson left to pull Samuel aside. One hand was firmly wrapped around his bicep ( on his good arm ) and she turned to him. Hana gave him a once - over brushing the bangs out of her face. ❝ If there's something bothering you, you should just say it. If it's that urge you mentioned, then you could always just do something to keep your hands busy. If the hands are distracted, then the mind can focus on other things. We could find you a Rubik's Cube or something somewhere. That might help... ❞ Hana was being serious, even if it did sound silly. She couldn't have Sam flying off the handle about every little thing and she most certainly couldn't have him taking Joslyn.

Shifting to the left, Hana looked out into the distance. Those memories of Rome that flooded her subconscious while she slept were still gnawing away at her. She couldn't help but make comparisons. There were a lot of similarities between then and now. She played uneasily with the hem of her shirt. They had all been wearing the same thing for days. If it hadn't been for the creatures, then shops would be reopening by now and she could purchase new clothing for everyone else. Hopefully Tyson would do all right on his drive. She wasn't a fan of the idea that he go alone, but Hana didn't trust not to stay. She pressed her lips together and a soft sigh escaped her. ❝ You're not that different. ❞ she said without looking at him. Her voice was hollow and filled with remembrance. ❝ We've all gone through a lot of varying lives, but as Samuel, you're not that different from the version of Abaddon that stood tall and proud in city of Rome -- the one that died honorably. ❞

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 24 - 4/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

She waited until the cop left to pull Sam aside. One hand was firmly wrapped around his good arm and she turned to him. The girl gave him a once - over brushing the bangs out of her face. "If there's something bothering you, you should just say it. If it's that urge you mentioned, then you could always just do something to keep your hands busy. If the hands are distracted, then the mind can focus on other things. We could find you a Rubik's Cube or something somewhere. That might help..." A Rubik's Cube? Seriously? That was her solution to his problem. A fucking puzzle cube that he couldn't force himself to give two shits about? Despite how silly it sounded, he could tell that she was being serious.

"So you're saying that me fiddling with a colorful cube is gonna help distract me from my urges..." He said it with as straight a face as he could manage. The hint of a smile was on his lips. Even though the idea was completely asinine, the fact that she came up with something like that was amusing. "Whatever, Red."

Shifting to the left, Red looked out into the distance. She played uneasily with the hem of her shirt. Something was on her mind. She pressed her lips together and a soft sigh escaped her. "You're not that different." she said without looking at him. Her voice was hollow and filled with remembrance. "We've all gone through a lot of varying lives, but as Samuel, you're not that different from the version of Abaddon that stood tall and proud in city of Rome -- the one that died honorably."

"Is that so...?" He stood silent for a good while. Was that the case? Was he really similar to the Abaddon from Rome? He hardly thought that there would be any similarities between any of his lives. Hell, he hadn't even thought of having lived different lives before all of this started. Those dreams were just nightmares of him taking the role of someone else as they died. That's what they used to be, not memories that keep resurfacing. He tilted his head to the side and looked away from her. "I hardly think being a criminal is honorable..."

 

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Tyson hopped into the truck that he....procured and drove off. He was surprised Hana let him go without sending someone with, which he was kind of glad too. He'd move faster on his own. The first thing he did after he left was go to the place where the unit he was in was killed. As much as he didn't want to he need the ammo. He was thinking about grabbing a couple guns for the others, but he didn't like the idea of the others having guns since they're not trained.
When Tyson got about a block near the location he hopped out the truck and sneaked over. He looked around and the coast was clear. He quickly grabbed 6 clips for the assault rife and hand gun. He also grabbed a extra hand gun just in case. He didn't like looting the bodies but he needs the ammo more then they do. Before he left he grabbed the dog tags, badges, and other items off of the people. He was going to give them somewhat of a burial. He snuck back to the truck and hopped back in. Tyson shoved the clips in the glove compartment, and one clip for each gun in his pants. Tyson started the truck back up and went on his way.
Tyson arrived at one of those super stores that have about everything one would want. He parked the truck outside and snuck in. There were tons of dead bodies littered around. Tyson hopped in through a broken window. He looked around for a bit to be sure it was clear, it was. Tyson grabbed a shopping cart. He started off by grabbing bandages, some rubbing alcohol, and some pain pills. He then went for some food. He grabbed some can foods, bottle water, just about anything that could last for awhile. Next was the clothes. He wasn't sure about the others sizes or tastes so he just grabbed a couple of everything. T-shirts, pants, blouses, just anything he thought the others might wear. After he was done with the essentials he grabbed some other stuff. He saw the Samuel was a smoker so he grabbed him three packs of cigarettes for him and a lighter. And finally he grabbed a couple CDs of Kansas, Journey, Blue Oyster Cult, and Foreigner, then he left.

 

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Decimus Black​

----- Day: 24 ----- Mood: Calm ----- Location: Streets of Rome/Club -----​

It was a pleasurable drive. For some reason, driving always made him feel calm.

What will be in my little present? He wondered. I hope it’s something magical. Heavenly? No, that’s not right, he was working for Lucifer. Demonly? Hellish? Whatever.

He passed a coffee shop that he usually ordered donuts from and drove by slowly. The Mafia leader that controlled the South District was talking to the owner of the shop. Decimus’ eyes met the rival’s and it felt like an eternity. There was always a lot of tension between their groups, especially since they were the only two assemblies in the whole city. Toni – the other leader – had taken over the East district around seven years ago, and Decimus had taken the West District a few years back. Toni, clearly, was older than the fallen angel. He was around his mid thirties. Their powers were equally matched, so neither North or South could take over the other. It was fine for both of them, having the whole half of a city was a big responsibility.

The garage was open and waiting for him when he got to the club. Israfil looked at the girls dancing in the windows and smiled. It was always fun to know that a girl was more than willing to do whatever you wanted. He pulled the Mustang in and parked. The keys were thrown to a henchman, who inspected and locked it up right away.

Double doors that led to the side of the bar were swung open and Bangarang filled the angel’s ears.

“Ah, home sweet home.”

The bartender waved and slid over a bottle of Vodka, which was timed perfectly and with enough precision to land in Decimus’ waiting hand. “Hey Boss, how are you?”

“Pretty good,” he replied. “Any trouble lately?”

“She’s purring like a kitten, and no customers have bothered me today.”

“That’s good to hear. Have one of the boys call me if you encounter any problems so I can get to it right away.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Israfil took a swig of the liquor and sighed happily. He made his way through the crowd to get to the second floor, which was reserved for the higher classed customers. The women were willing to go a little farther than those on the first floor, and the drinks could be bought by the bottles. As long as the money was flowing in, the angel didn’t have too much of a problem.

 

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❖ DAY ⟡ 24 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ October 15, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Sam ❖​

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❝ Is that so...? ❞ He stood silent for a good while.

Hana slowly moved her head up and down, still without facing him. ❝ It is, ❞ she replied softly.

Samuel tilted his head to the side and looked away from her. ❝ I hardly think being a criminal is honorable... ❞

She spun on her heel to get a good look at him. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips and she had to mash them together to suppress the grin. Hana hooked her thumbs on her back pockets and rocked on her heels. The white flats were coated in a layer of dirt and they were digging into her feet. ❝ You weren't a criminal. ❞ she told him. It was the truth. A truth he clearly didn't remember. Now, she did let the smile spread. ❝ You were far from it actually. A general and a hero. You did die honorably, no matter what it may look like to you. ❞ She pressed the tip of her finger to her temple. ❝ I remember it like it was yesterday. ❞

There was a rustling and Hana jumped. She looked around anxiously and felt her heart rate quicken. ❝ Did you hear that? ❞ Hana couldn't see anything, but something didn't feel right.

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 24 - 4/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

She spun on her heel to get a good look at him. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, though she tried to suppress it. Red hooked her thumbs on her back pockets and rocked on her heels. The white flats were coated in a layer of dirt. "You weren't a criminal." she told him. It was the truth. She let the smile spread. "You were far from it actually. A general and a hero. You did die honorably, no matter what it may look like to you." She pressed the tip of her finger to her temple. "I remember it like it was yesterday."

There was a rustling and she jumped. Red looked around anxiously. "Did you hear that?" Something was definitely up. Sam adopted a defensive stance as he looked around.

"I definitely heard that." This wasn't good. He had a gut feeling that something was definitely about to go down.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 24 - 4/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

After finishing drying her hair, she went back to the bathroom and dropped the towel onto the floor. She took a seat on the bed and started thinking about what to do.

"Maaaaaaaaan~. I'm getting booooooooooorrreeeeeeeeeed~!"

"Then go play with yourself."

"Thaaaaaaaaaat'sssss~ not as fun anymore. I want something actiony to happen, you knoooooooow~?"

"Fat chance of that happening."

"But it would be something."

"What? Oh please don't tell me that you're letting him influence you!"

"But... I really don't know what to do today. I wanna try to be helpful, but at the same time... I'm at a loss for what to do."

"Whiiiiich~ is why I want something to haaaaaaaappeeeeeeeen~"

"You both are out of your tiny, little minds." Joslyn sat still on the bed, fiddling with her hair. She was going to go out with Hana, but then she realized she was talking to someone, so she decided to leave them alone.

"Hmmm~"

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ 1.5 Hours ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 24 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Tuesday ⦙ October 15, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Sam ❖​

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Samuel took a fighting stance and Hana tensed. ❝ I definitely heard that. ❞

She straightened out and reached for Luria. The wand unfortunately was not on her. How could she be so stupid to forget to grab it? Even if she had been in a hurry, it wasn't like her. Hana turned to run back inside and grab it just as a shape stepped out from behind a tree. She froze and looked past Sam. There, to the north, was a small human child -- no older than eight or nine. Hana relaxed until she saw the pitch black eyes and the mist circling the child's feet. Behind her, more and more people began to appear out of seemingly nowhere.

❝ Samuel, ❞ she said without looking at him. Hana took a step closer to the man and watched as the number of people began to dramatically increase. She hadn't been conscious for the attack two days ago, but she had seen the bodies that Sam and Hay Sun left in their wake. Speaking of -- Hana looked to see body after body disappear into circling black pits. After just a few seconds, all that had died in the previous battle were gone. She swallowed nervously. Now was a bad time to be without her wand.

Hana grabbed Sam's hand and tugged him back as she worked her way towards the door. Between her being unarmed and him being injured, they didn't stand a chance against the sheer number of things approaching. She could see Brandon still outside and she called out to him. Hopefully he would hear her. She gave Sam another firm tug on the arm, knowing fully well that he would want to stay out here. "We need to get in--"

They surged forward. She dropped his hand and took the last couple steps to the door before wrenching it open. Hana rushed inside and dove for her bag. She dumped the contents out until she found Luria's case and pulled the wand out. She was breathing heavily and stood by the window, prepared for them to come breaking in. They would have a better chance taking them on individually through the entrances to the room, rather than in a massive horde out in the open.

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 24 - 4/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Red turned to run back inside as a shape stepped out from behind a tree. She froze and looked past Sam. There, to the north, was a small human child -- no older than eight or nine. She relaxed until she saw the pitch black eyes and the mist circling the child's feet. Behind her, more and more people began to appear out of seemingly nowhere.

"Samuel," she said without looking at him. Red took a step closer to him and watched as the number of people began to dramatically increase. Sam looked around him to see body after body disappear into circling black pits. After mere moments, all of the rotting bodies had disappeared. Well, that certainly took care of the clean up.

Red grabbed Sam's hand and tugged him back as she worked her way towards the door. This wasn't good, the kid from yesterday was still out there. Red tried to call out to him, unsure if he heard or not. She gave Sam another firm tug on the arm. "We need to get in--" As much as he would've liked to have stayed outside, with his arm all messed up as it is, he wouldn't be handicapped. Not something he wanted to deal with.

They surged forward. She dropped his hand and took the last couple steps to the door before wrenching it open. He fell into the room after her. It was painful, but that was the least of his concerns at the moment. "Well... this is just fucking great." He pulled the wand from his pocket and transformed it into his sword. A red glow surrounded the entire blade and his forearm. Hopefully, the doorway would prevent those things out there from coming in in droves. He could only hope, though the prospect of cutting things up sounded fun.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 24 - 4/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Joslyn sat there wondering what to do when suddenly Hana and Sam burst into the room. She immediately stood up as Hana furiously dumped out the contents of her bag and looked for something. "Wha-wha-what's going on?" A look of worry and confusion evident on her face. She had no idea what to do.

"Well... this is just fucking great." He pulled the wand from his pocket and transformed it into his sword.

"Ooooooooh~, is something fun about to haaaaaaapppeeeeeen~?"

"You just had to open your fucking mouth, didn't you?"

"Whaaaaaaaaat~ of iiiiiiiiit~?" Tessa let out a frustrated grunt.

"Well great. Something is going to happen and I have no idea what. Girl, pull out that wand you got!"

"Wha-whaaaat~?"

"This isn't the time for arguing. Hot stuff over there pulled out his, so you should get yours too!"

"R-right!" She felt around in her pockets for the box that she had gotten from that storage unit. After finding it, she opened it and pulled out the wand. "What-what do I do with it?"

"Oh, you're hopeless. Will it to transform!"

"Uuumm." She thought about wanting it to transform as she held it. At first it didn't seem to be working, but after a while, it finally transformed into the form of a thin sword. She nearly dropped it out of surprise. Well, she wanted something to happen. So something has happened. Now she could try to not be useless for once.

 

Tyson was about a block away from the motel and he could already see the building horde. "Oh no." Tyson froze. He wasn't sure what to do, all he could think about is if the others are ok. "I need to think this one over. I can't just go in guns blazing." Tyson looked around to see what he had to work with. "Where's MacGyver when you need him? Hmmmmmm, maybe I could hot wire a car and send it towards the horde." Tyson said to himself.
Tyson quietly got out of the truck and sneaked over to a near by car. Tyson used his powers to unlock the door and commenced to hot wire it. He kneeled down on the brake and used some of the bandages he got to tie a brick to the accelerator. Tyson made sure the car was lined up and then released the brake sending it to the horde.

After Hawke was done with the delivery he returned to work. By the time he got back it was already quitting time. So he went back home and went to bed.