FFF: the RP

Gaige

Gaige

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Oh god. Another fight was on the cards. He, Diarmuid, could sense it in his bones. His mother almost had a stance for these raging arguments, full of emotion and anger on both sides. He knew his mother only wanted the best for him, but the nagging about his studies, about how he needed a job, and how he needed to wait a year before going to university was damaging their relationship.

His father, too, standing by the sidelines, the eternal mediator, diplomat, and neutral third party, was doing nothing as usual. At midnight, with his alarm due to go off in just over six hours, he didn't really care in his current, exhausted state.

"Look Diarmuid, do you want to be a waster all your life?" demanded his mum. "Do you want to be another homeless bum on the streets?!"

"Shut up," he murmured under his breath, and then, louder. "I'm going to bed." Turning on both his parents, he walked out of the kitchen and towards his room. Quickly changing into his bedclothes, he was soon to find out sleep came slowly to the stressed. An inconvenient truth.
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Waking up, he looked at the time.

12.30pm.

"Ugh." he moaned. He had slept in? The alarm clock nd his parents' yells hadn't gotten him up. Or had his parents slept in too?

Well, no point in waking them up now. He decided to have breakfast. His stomach growled and he felt like some hot buttered toast. And a massive cup of tea to go with it. The thought amplified his hunger and thirst, so he opened his eyes.

A gasp escaped his throat before he could suppress it. Diarmuid was not in his home.

He was in a kitchen. A huge kitchen of the type in a restaurant.

Leaping to his feet, hunger forgtten, he looked around. The room was white and cold. A shiver ran down his spine. Had Diarmuid been kidnapped? He had read stories about people eing snatched from their homes and couldn't help fear clawing at his stomach.

Forcing himself to calm down, Diarmuid opened a drawer. A single, gleaming knife sat there. Quite thin and short, but nevertheless wickedly sharp, Diarmuid didn't know what its function was, but lifted it out anyway in case he needed to defend himself from his kidnappers -if they existed. If not, he would feel like a fool. The possibility of sleepwalking arose; he had done it before.

But never outside the house. Instinct told him to wield the knife, and doing so, he began to take his first, tentative steps outside the kitchen.

OOC: You can start in one of three locations.

Location One: My own location. A small house set neatly with a row of other houses. A suburban landscape with neatly cut grass and a row of white, pink snd yellow flowers. A golden mist looms in the background.

Location 2: The top of a large skyscraper. It seems like a business office rather than living accomodation. The sky is blue, and a number of small sattelites drift through the higher levels of the sky.

Loation 3: The outside of an airfield, The sky is full of black/ grey clouds but it is not raining. A few flames are flickering here and there.

All three locations are absent of NPCs.
 
His classes over for this evening, Gavin walked back to his apartment, an uncharacteristically happy aura enveloping him. It was a Friday, not really something to break convention over, but for Gavin it meant the weekend was free for him and Raiiku. He found the door unlocked when he got home and upon opening it, Raiiku leaning against the wall, awaiting his arrival.

As he entered, Raiiku pushed off the wall and moved toward him. They stood almost face to face; a pulsing red passion could almost be seen flickering between them. Raiiku reached up, a finger drifting along Gavin’s jaw, stopping just under his chin. Gavin felt the slight pull of Raiiku’s finger as it pulled him in closer. He quickly shut and locked the door behind him just before Raiiku pressed his lips against Gavin’s.

Gavin’s eyes were closed for only a few seconds before Raiiku pulled away. When he opened them Raiiku was in the doorway to their bedroom, a playful glimmer in his eyes. He disappeared behind the wall. Gavin followed, knowing exactly what was coming next. As he entered the room he found himself spun around and on the bed with Raiiku on top of him.

“Enjoying it I see,” Gavin observed with anticipation in his voice.

“I see why you enjoy it so much,” Raiiku answered with a smile.

“I’ll be seme next time,” Gavin reminded lightly.

Raiiku leaned in and whispered, “I know. That’s why I’m going to make it a night you can’t forget.”

Before Gavin could say another word, Raiiku had locked his lips to Gavin’s, silencing him for the rest of the night.

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The light hit Gavin’s eyes the next morning, a bright blinding light. Still half-asleep he rolled over and wrapped his arms around Raiiku. They lay naked beside each other, exhausted from the previous night. It was a few minutes later as he was trying to go back to sleep that he realized not only was their bed placed to keep the light from waking them up but that the drapes prevented much light from coming in. Something was amiss.

He sat bolt upright and looked around these now unfamiliar surroundings. The only things that were theirs were the clothes that had become entangled around them

‘What happened?’ he wondered.

He got up and looked out the window. He was confronted with the empty streets of a city that looked nothing like where they had been.

From behind him two arms snaked around his body, one encircling just above his waist and the second sliding up his slim chest. He felt a breath on his ear and heard Raiiku’s voice:

“Hell of a night, wasn’t it?”

Gavin stifled a small gasp at the physical and mental intrusion before he answered.

“I hate to say it but last night isn’t as important as right now. This isn’t where we’re supposed to be,” he said as he pointed out the window.

Raiiku looked over Gavin’s shoulder into the barren city.

“That isn’t right.”

He disentangled himself from Gavin and looked around the room.

“And this isn’t our sanctuary! Where’s our stuff?!”

The sound of metal rattling downstairs reached their ears.

“We’re not alone…” Gavin said, the despair creeping back into his voice.

“Well, we’re not going to just sit here. Something happened and we’re going to find out what. Get your stuff, we’re going.”

Gavin found his usual assortment of clothes on the bed: black skinny jeans, black boxers, black band shirt, studded belts, fingerless gloves and his black converses. Raiiku found his choice in the same pile, pulling on a close fitting black sleeveless shirt and black jeans and the leather boots he usually wore. His shirt revealed the two black bands tattooed around his biceps. As Raiiku pulled out the shard necklace around his neck from under his shirt he glanced at Gavin who was pulling on his gloves.

"Ready?"

"Just about..." Gavin walked over to the empty closet and pulled down the two three foot long steel rods for hanging clothes. "Not what I would prefer but effective enough." Together they took their own steps out the bedroom door looking both to the other bedroom and down the stairs.
 
OOC: C&P of my first post
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Daren, known commonly as Squee to all his friends and DJ to his family, got home from school. As usual mom was on the computer, as was his sister on the other one. Kevin, his mothers husband, was outside doing daily chores for the animals. Going with the regular boring old routine, he checked the woodstove to be sure it was still running. There was little wood left in it, so he put some large pieces in to keep the fire going and keep the house warm.

After this it was time to go upstairs for a bit and practice guitar, as it was a great pass time that he did often, making good. At this point in his playing he could play almost all Nirvana, and little Bullet For My Valentine, but some surely. He also had many of his own songs he wrote himself. Since he used to be in a band before moving away, he had plenty of songs to play and some didn't really sound good unless you had the other lines of the band. Soon enough, his sister got off the computer and it was his turn, so he checked his email and myspace, then headed on to his forum sites. Firstly, EmoForum, so he could administrate properly, secondly, ZuneBoards to help with the tech problems some others would have, and lastly was Final Fantasy Forums. When he finished, it was practice time again.

Heading upstairs again, he went to play more. This time he would be standing. He began to jam a simple tune that was complete improvisation, and he liked how it was turning out. So it was time to go even farther and try an improv solo. As he was playing, to get a true feel for his playing, it was time to stare and only focus on the guitar. He began playing profusely and really got into it. When he stopped with a hard C-chord to E-chord transition for a falling effect, he looked up and saw that he was not in the same area.

Ironic to his previous actions, he was then in what appeared to be a theater...The odd thing was there was nobody there. There was no sound and very little light, he could hardly see, but his eyes could make out faint images. Hoping someone was there, with fear in his voice he said "he...hello?" There was almost an echo and no response. What the hell just happened? How did I get here and where am I? I wonder if I can find anybody...Looking for a door, Daren headed out of the theater room and noticed how empty it was. What am I gonna do for food? Daren left the building and looked down the empty streets. May as well walk somewhere. With his guitar being held in his hand he walked down the empty darkened roads wondering where he was and if her really was alone?

If I really am alone...Shit...I hate being alone...
 
Tap....tap....tap.....

Ugh.....what is this....? Whats hitting my head...?

Wearily, a hand reached clumsily and blind and after a few feeble attempts at touching whatever that was hitting him, Ryu felt a wet patch of hair and water drops landing on his skin.

What the hell...?

Cringing his eyes as he sat up, Ryu observed this was definitely not the dojo. It was more of an abandoned office level, completely devoid of any furniture with a leaky pipe dripping water onto him. Still rather groggy, Ryu smacked his head a slight bit, as if the futile motion would clear his head. After an eternity, his legs managed to support his weight and was in more of a condition to take in and observe where he was. Indeed, his first guess was right. It was an abandoned office, nothing more.

Shit....i dont recognise where this is....?

From memory, Ryu had remembered he had snuck into his dojo after class to practice with his katana. Strictly forbidden, but he wasn't one to follow rules. He also vaguely remember lying on the floor, exhausted before closing his eyes. Nothing comes to mind afterwards. The only thing that was remotely similar between the scene right now and before was him in his hakama and his long katana on the floor, sheathe and all.

Well, can't leave this around. Costed me a pretty penny.

With one smooth motion, the katana was slipped into his belt in a true samurai style before heading towards the window. The streets were unexpectedly empty. Even at the dead of night, there should have been a few people bumbling about, but here, it was as quiet as a graveyard. All around, there were high rises and sky scrapers, which wasn't odd in Tokyo, but was definitely odd in his suburb. Worried about staying in such a foreign place, Ryu hurried out the door. Up or down? he wondered


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Kuugen slowly cracked open her eyes. She was not in her chapel, as she had last seen herself. She was now sitting cross legged at some rather homely looking room. Definitely foreign to Kuugen. Homely was not in her dictionary. Best course of action was to get out as soon as possible, preferably unseen. With deliberate slowness and silence, Kuugen slipped to her feet and drew out two of her bayonets from her skirt. In a house, her bayonets may be of better use than her submachine guns on her back.

From what seemed like the lounge room, to the living room to the kitchen then to the foyer, there was not a soul in sight. Kuugen took to the stairs and slowly eased herself into each room. One a small child's room, the next a teen's room and the last, the parents room. All were empty, which meant she was in a deserted house or that the other people were very good at concealing themselves. It didnt matter though. Kuugen reached up and dragged the attic steps down before climbing up it and closing it from behind. It was a low roofed building and Kuugen's head just reached the roof.

Perfect...

Kuugen thrust hard up at the roof above her head with both bayonets and the brittle tiles crumbled. A few more seconds of stabbing and cutting and a small hole appeared on the roof, pouring in sunlight. Slowly, Kuugen eased herself out.

She found herself staring down at a suburban town. In all directions was residential buildings. Airships are nowhere to be found and her sense do not feel anyone nearby. In fact, it was more like a ghost town.

This does not bode well...
 
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(OOC: Mitsuru, I c/p'd this from the other thread, but I changed my awakening location as/per the details you mentioned--hope it's okay)

IC:

"Wow."

Azzie slammed the door shut behind her, turned the lock, and tossed the keys on the counter, bewildered by the idiocy of the car that'd just tried to run her off the road. She sighed, exhausted, then dropped her purse on the end table by the door and made her way into the kitchen, trying to forget what she had just been through. She was there in about two steps; her apartment was tiny, though, as she noted at times like these, pleasantly efficient. She yanked open the fridge, looking for something to fill the yawning hunger eight hours of thankless customer service had brought upon her. The blinding white back of the fridge stared out at her, blocked only by a few cans of soda and some cheese. She smirked; having no food at least reminded her that tomorrow was her day off, and that after she took care of getting groceries she'd have the whole rest of the day to relax, veg out, and ignore the rest of the world.

She closed the fridge, straightened up, and opened the freezer. There were two things to choose from; she pulled out the more appealing one, and popped it into the microwave, setting the time and then wandering over to the other counter to grab the television remote. She faced the living room and aimed it; the TV came on, asserting its confidence in her desire to hear about the views of two feuding senators whose names she didn't recognize. She listened for a minute, then shook her head as she tore herself a napkin. Those idiots on Capitol Hill would never learn.

The microwave beeped, and she removed her pizza roll eagerly, hoping it was less frozen in the middle than last time. She took it and her napkin over to the living room, and sat down on the couch, as the news program was giving way to a commercial.

"Do you crave...solitude?"

"Oh, hell yes," she muttered down at her plate, picking up the pizza roll and taking a huge bite. She looked back up at the television, munching contentedly, and watched with mild interest as images of a tropical paradise flashed across the screen, scattered with overjoyed tourists in bathing suits. It was one of those travel ads, the kind designed to make you feel even worse about the craphole you were stuck in than you already did. She smirked at it sardonically, as the voiceover went on. "Come to the Cayman Islands, where destiny awaits you..."

"Yeah," she mumbled. "I'll get right on that." She finished her food, as another commercial came on, then put her plate on the coffee table and settled back down, curling up tiredly into the pillows. She flipped to the adult cartoon station, and watched some reruns for a while, until she felt her eyelids start to drop...

"...'cause we are the Aqua Teens, make the homies say ho..."
"...and now, for just five dollars more, get this great brush attachment..."
"...paying too much for your phone service? Well, now there's a plan...keep you connected..."


There was no sound, only cold on her face, and a slight ache in her back. She opened her eyes, coming face to face with a stack of white papers on a wooden surface, and frowned at it, wondering what had happened to the couch. She sat up slowly, getting her bearings, and realized she was in a chair, which rolled slightly as she shifted her weight. She caught herself by grabbing onto the large wooden desk that was in front of her, and froze; she didn't have access to a desk during the course of any normal day. Come to think of it--her eyes began to wander around the small room she was in--she didn't normally find herself in this type of location at all. She was in an office--a tiny one--containing nothing but the chair and desk she was using, another small chair by the door, and a large window behind her, which didn't even have any blinds on it. No pictures were on the walls, no memos, not even a calendar; and the only things on the desk were the stack of papers and a small employee name plaque, which was facing away from her just as it should be. A look of horror came across her face, and she looked down at her watch. 12:05 p.m., on a weekday. She frowned with confusion, panicking; she couldn't remember having filled out any new job applications recently, and she certainly wouldn't have applied for something at an office; even though she disliked her current job behind a register, being stuck behind a desk in some office or cubicle was her worst nightmare. But, oddly, she also couldn't remember anything about the past twelve or so hours; anything could've happened in that time frame, and she certainly didn't feel rested, so she doubted most of it had involved sleeping. Maybe she'd gotten drunk, wandered into this office building and volunteered for a position, gotten it, then sat down and passed out behind the desk?

No....No, she thought. That's crazy. Surely she must be dreaming, right...?

There was one way to be sure. She never fell asleep in her work clothes, and even if she was wearing them right now, they certainly wouldn't be appropriate for working at a desk job. A loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans would hardly impress anyone outside of the most laid-back retail store on a company dress-down day, and that was her normal uniform. Taking a deep breath, she braced herself, and looked down at herself to see what she was wearing.

A white collared blouse, and a pair of long khakis. The epitome of business casual. She couldn't remember what she'd been wearing to work last night, but as this outfit smelled too clean to have been worn already, and she wouldn't have had time to wash it between then and now, she realized with great agony that she must have just recently put it on. Which meant, ultimately, that she had come in here on purpose, all dressed up and ready to work. Her morale dropping like a thousand-ton weight, she pinched herself on the arm as a last resort, and clearly felt it. She groaned, and let her head clunk back limply onto the desk.

"WHYYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?!?!"

How could she have let this happen? She didn't want to work in an office. What could possibly have compelled her to do such a thing? She sat back up again, clutching her face in her hands, and letting her eyes wander back to the stack of papers on the desk. Curious about what type of job she must have landed herself with, she sighed, and pulled them closer to her, leafing through them one at a time to at least keep them in order. Reports, maybe? Some legal documents that needed to be signed or notaried? Contracts vying for people's souls?

She stopped after about twenty of them, and let the current one fall out of her hand. The pages were all blank.

"Hmm," she mused aloud, sitting up straighter. "That's a bit odd."

Still wondering where she was, she reached forward and turned her nametag towards her, just for fun. No name was on it, and neither was any kind of job title. In fact, there wasn't even a manufacturing company's insignia stamped onto the bottom.

She turned in her chair, a bit miffed, and stood up, stretching the kinks out of her back and gazing out the window to at least determine what part of town she was in. She frowned immediately; rather than being on the first or second floor of some low-scale suite, as she'd been expecting, she was actually several stories above the ground--so high up, in fact, that she could barely even see the ground below. She had to be in some sort of skyscraper, which was incredibly odd as there were no such buildings in the town she lived in. How she'd ended up so far from home was really beginning to perplex her.

She sighed, and tried to find something positive about the situation. The view was rather nice, she supposed. The sky was a brilliant shade of midday blue, and as she gazed up into the vastness of it, she thought she could just make out the tiny glimmer of something metallic.

She realized suddenly that she was thirsty, and as there was no water within this tiny box of a room, she decided to go looking for some elsewhere. Wondering whether anyone knew she had been napping, she trudged around the desk, pulled open the door, and stepped into the hallway.
 
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OOC: That's fine Gamingway.

IC: Stepping out into the hallway, Diarmuid found himself in a short passage with red plush carpeting draped across the floor. He held his knife tightly in his hand as he proceeded down the hallway but saw or heard nothing suspicious. In fact, he heard nothing at all, which was even more unnerving. Looking around, he saw that the way upstairs was blocked by a huge amount of rubbish. Boxes, heaps of clothes, dust, crisp and chocolate packets. All blocked his way upstairs.

As he looked around again, he saw that a nearby window was open, and some kind of... yellow-ish mist was seeping in. How unusual. In fact, it was downright strange. It was quite thick and cold, making his clothes cling to his body in clammy discomfort. The sensation sent a frigid shiver down his spine.

OOC: Short post, but I want to get the story moving.
 
The coin tumbled slowly through the air and the resounding cling as it clattered onto the tiled floor rang loudly in the silence. Its spin slowly died down before it settled on one face.

Heads. Up it is then.
Sword in hand, Ryu humped up the steps casually. It did not seem like there was any guards or other people to worry about in the office block, so there was no need to be rushing. As he had suspected when he peered out the window, the floor he was on had been rather high up in the tower. It did not take long for him to reach the metal gate that led outside to the rooftop. Ryu tried his hand at the door, but found it unwilling to open. With a hefty shoulder, the door popped from its lock and swung out. A large H was painted on a platform, though the helicopter that would have occupied that area was missing. Gingerly, Ryu made his way to the edge of one side and peered down. His foot accidentally knocked off a bit of rubble and it soon disappeared into the chasm.
Whoowhee. Damn, thats high up.

Just as he began to back off, Ryu's eyes saw movement in the hallway of the opposite building. He could not believe his eyes. Another soul in this deserted town. With renew vigour and rush, Ryu had to get her attention. His eyes danced wildly as it zigged back and forth all over the ground for something until his eyes met with what was at his feet. The rubble he kicked off earlier was part of a broken concrete slab. There was a few smaller but heftier pieces around and without thinking, Ryu picked up a few and began throwing them at the window with the woman inside.

HEY! OVER HERE! STOP! STOP!
He knew screaming was futile, but Ryu continued anyway as he sent rocks after rocks towards the opposite building. Some were clear misses, but enough clattered against the glass. Ryu only hoped that that was enough to grab her attention.

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Kuugen was walking down the center of the road. To others, this may seem like a stupid move, to expose themselves to possible attack from both sides with absolutely no cover anywhere near. In fact, Kuugen was inviting attack. She knew she had enough skills to survive long enough to reach either row of houses on both sides. It was made even easier as the surrounding seems to have a lack of noise, even ambient noise or insects. It was deathly silent, which made any movement or noise all the more sensitive to her ear. The area was beginning to be saturated with some form of golden mist. It has yet to settle close enough to make her uncomfortable, but the sooner she found someone to "inquire", the better. Grabbing one of her SMG, Kuugen let off one round, which echoed through probably the entire neighbourhood.

That should grab someone's attention....

Kuugen continued walking. She would give it a few moments before she let off another round. Ammunition conservation was important after all.
 
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Karma is an absolute BITCH!

OK, so here Orion was, one house away from all the screaming and yelling, and the gunfire that could be heard in the street, hunting rifle in hand and a medevial spear tied to his back by 2 belts, one at chest level, one at waist level. Also in the belt at waist level was a kitchen knife, protected by a cover, and a pistol, safety on, in the belt at his chest.

Let's back up a bit.

Orion came home from school. Awesome day that it was, he found that he had scored highly on the tests he took last week. Goes to show you that studying is absolute crap spawned by teachers to make you waste your time. Orion had played Assassin's Creed 2 the three nights before. As he was walking home, he found the dude who owed him money, and he was actually paid without having to hurt him. Score!

After getting home, reporting the good news to his parents, playing video games for a while, eating dinner, reading a book, having a bit of celeblatory ice cream, and then flopping onto his bed to sleep. Weird dreams though, something involving him manipulating light.

After he woke up, he took one looked around, paused, and then spoke.

"... You've got to be kidding me."

What Orion observed was that he was in a backyard of a house not belonging to his family. And the area around was totally unfamiliar. He would consider it a dream, except for the fact that the ground was really uncomfortable, his bed missing. So he went with the first course of action: Hop the fence and go to the neighbors.

Once there, he found it abandoned, but helped himself to a hunting rifle, pistol, a medevial spear that they had for some reason, decoration he supposed, but still functioning, a knife, a cover for the knife, and two belts. All in all? A good arsenal.

Except that he didn't know how to load the guns, nor did he have any ammo cept what was already in it, but that didn't matter at the minute.

Back to the present.

Orion stepped outside, out the front door, and called out.

"Anyone there that happens to be friendly?"
 
Yumi:

Yumi sat in front of her mirror, cautiousy holding a warm lock of recently curled hair. She had promised to meet her sister over at the local shopping center to hunt down the brown high-heeled gladiators she'd seen on one of their flyers, then they were going downtown to hang out with a few friends. Hopefully the store wouldn't be as crowded as the last time they had a popular item on their flyer. She didn't want to have the rest of the group waiting for her. She finished placing her false lashes on then lightly dusted her cheeks pink,

" Alright, time to go,"

she said to herself, glancing in the mirror once more to make sure she looked presentable to her friends - who had a taste for fashion as well as she did. Her flowing floral print minidress hung on her small frame, a short brown fringed vest complementing the shades of pink flowers on her onepiece. Fringed boots and a small boat hat completed her doll-like ensemble. Perfect.

Yumi strolled over to her cluttered Hello Kitty table and had to dig through her piles of letters, pictures, ipod, and cell phone decorations to get to find her car keys.

"Aaargh! Why aren't they here??!"

 she thought exasperatedly, then turned to one of her small bags where she found her keys. Of course! She must have left them in there the last time she went out. Yumi flipped open her cell phone to text Rina, her sister, to let her know she is currently on her way. As she was texting, she dashed through the apartment, accidentally knocking over her black pig plushie as well as a stapler, which she then tripped over. Her cell phone flew out from her hands as she tumbled tried to break her fall with her arms. She missed the floor with her hands and instead ended up falling onto her elbows and knocked her head into the refrigerator right before her. Then the world went black.

"Ow..."

she groaned as she slowly got up. Her elbow felt sore as she pushed herself up slowly from the ground.

" That's going to be a bruise..."

she thought to herself. Yumi pulled her sleeve up to investigate her elbow when she noticed the floor. Carpet? She couldn't remember having carpet in her hallway, it was always wood,

" Where... am I...?"

she said quietly to herself as she looked around the room. An office? Her eyes focused on numerous cubicles. This wasn't where she even wanted to go. Then it hit her, somebody must have broken into her home while she was unconscious and had kidnapped her.

"An office building... this has to be in L.A..."

she thought. Panicking, Yumi quickly crept towards one of the windows to see the area she was at and looked out. To her surprise, she couldn't see the bottom of the building. No building in L.A ever went that high.

"Okay, pull yourself together,"

she said to herself. If the people who took her were anywhere nearby, she would have to sneak out quickly and quietly. What if they discovered she was gone? Yumi slowly walked back to where she fell and saw her black pig plushie, kuro no boo.

"Huh,"

she thought,

" Why would they want to bring you here with me? ...Unless...no..."

there was no such thing as teleportation. She couldn't have been transported to another area,

" I just need to find out where I am,"

she thought. Yumi picked up her plushie and slowly made her way towards the door.

ooc: I hope that's alright
 
Gavin turned to find the staircase down blocked by a barricade of boxes and furniture. "Explains why the room was so bare," he muttered. Not willing to tempt fate by moving it, he followed Raiiku into the other bedroom. "Looks like whoever lived here was an artist," Raiiku said as Gavin walked in. Looking around the room, Gavin had to agree. Nestled int he corner was an artist's desk with an unfinished piece on it. Hung on the walls around were sketches and comic books.

Gavin walked to one of the comic book racks and picked one out. Looking at the cover, he only saw a picture, no words whatsoever even though there were text bubbles for them. Flipping through the book he found it much the same, all pictures, no words. Closing it, he scanned the cover for the artist's signature. Even that was missing. "Not even a name to go with the art."

Raiiku walked to the desk to look at the unfinished piece. It seemed to show a man fighting with...something. That was the unfinished part. But it seemes so real, as though it were right in front of Raiiku. He reached out to touch it, mesmerized. He was stopped though by Gavin's hand on his wrist. "Something wrong? You didn't answer..."

"No, its nothing." He stepped back. "C'mon, we have to go."

"Where to? The stairs are blocked."

"There was a window in the room we woke up in right? We'll go through that." Gavin followed Raiiku back into the bedroom where he opened the window. Gavin went through first, sliding down the porch roof and dropping to the ground below. Raiiku followed suit, landing next to Gavin.

They looked around them to see more houses, similar to the one they had just exited. Gavin scowled. "A subdivision..." "It's not that bad Gavin. Though I think the one I fled was worse. Where to now?" They both looked down opposite sides of the street. Both were thinking the same thing: "They look the same...'

Then the silence was broken by the sound of someone yelling somewhere down the street. It was difficult ot make out but they could hear the words 'anyone' and 'friendly.' "Looks like there's someone alive after all. Maybe this place isn't as dead as it seems," Raiiku said as he ran off toward the voice with Gavin following behind.
 
There was no response, despite her expectation, but there was no use crying over it. She would merely have to continue. Kuugen was willing to give this 15 bullets until she stop, but just as she pointed her run straight up in the air again, A slight shout pierced the silence followed by much closer running footsteps. That just meant that there were people here, but that didnt make it any more safer. For all Kuugen knew, these people could be her enemy that brought her to this mysterious place. She would need to confront them, but at the very least, she could get some form of advantage. With trained efficiency, Kuugen jumped easily onto the rooftop with one leap before making her way swiftly towards the noise. Kuugen drew her cloak around her tighter, hiding her gun beneath its fold and sure enough, she spotted a pair of kids (shes 24 okay) heading off towards the other end of the street. The shout earlier on was also from that general direction. If they are indeed enemies, then it is best to get them all together first then sneak up and hold them up.

Kuugen moved at the same pace as the two boys, using the slanted roof for cover, only keeping her eyes above the tip to keep track of them. They looked harmless enough and so far, unarmed, but nothing is certain.
 
Azzie emerged from the room slowly, closing the door behind her, and looked around. The office she'd just come from was apparently at the end of a very long hallway, lined with doorways to other offices on the right and a long, broad window on the left side. She saw no one else in the hallway, and as she began walking past the other offices, she saw no one within any of them either, though their doors stood wide open. Curious as to why, and whether one of these other rooms might hold a water cooler, she started to step into one of them. Just as she was about to clear the threshold, however, she was halted by a loud noise behind her.

CRACK!

A slight chill went down her spine. Had someone crept up behind her? Somewhat apprehensive, she slowly turned around, and thankfully saw no one there. However...

CRACK!

A huge rock suddenly hit the big hallway window right in front of her eyes, and then fell down, disappearing from view. Another one came, slightly smaller, and then another; they pelted the office window almost like a barrage of hail. It couldn't be hail though, she thought, since the weather outside was so pleasant. Puzzled, Azzie crept closer to the window, hoping one of the projectiles wouldn't crash through her head, and tried to see where it was coming from. Outside, standing on the top of another nearby skyscraper, she could see a young man, holding a broken piece of concrete in his hand as though he were about to throw it. He was wearing a hakama and had a katana with him as well, which she found somewhat unusual; she rarely saw men where she lived wearing anything but plain old t-shirts, pants, and jackets. It looked like he was shouting too; apparently he was trying to get her attention. Azzie thought for a minute, wondering what she should do; seeing as how she had no idea where she was, or how she'd gotten there, she had no way of knowing whether he was a friend or an enemy. On the other hand, however, if he was the only person around for miles, she'd hate to miss the opportunity to ask him for help, or at least if he knew where they were. She finally decided to wave back, in a somewhat exaggerated way to make sure he could see her, and hoping sincerely that she was doing the right thing.
 
Yumi stopped at the office room's door and hesitated for a few seconds. There was no telling what lay beyond these doors. She would need to make sure that she had something to protect herself with in the case that there were dangerous people lying in wait on the other side. Her hand rested on the door handle and she turned around to look at the office room behind her. Chairs, desks, cubicles, pins, drawers - Drawers! Of course! She should be able to find a large paperweight or small knife to arm herself.

Yumi walked over to one of the nearby desks and pulled open a drawer. To her surprise there was a small pistol sitting at the bottom of the drawer. Who would keep a weapon in their drawer at work?... And why? She shrugged it off, thankful to even have something she was able to arm herself with, then walked back towards the door.

She drew in a deep breath and slowly cracked open the door just enough to poke her head. Yumi stuck her head out cautiously, her brown eyes darting to the left and right of her. It was a long hallway with rooms lined up to her left and right. However, before her stood a large window and someone - a woman to be more exact - was standing there waving to... someone... something... below. It could be a signal of some sort. Could she be the one who kidnapped her? She held onto her black pig plush a bit tighter and she began to tremble slightly out of anxiety.

If she did kidnap her, she would have to be careful. Yumi set the gun, hid it behind her, and cleared her throat lightly to get the woman's attention.
 
OOC: Gamingway, what level are you on?

Woohoo! YES! She noticed me. STOP! WAIT RIGHT THERE! WAIT!

Ryu made exaggerated signals for her to stop and wait. He had to hurry. He did not want to let her slip by and be alone once again. Who knows what danger lies around the ghost city. With all his might, hoping he had conveyed his message, Ryu ran straight into the stair well and began leaping down the steps. He was taking five at a time, jumping. It still took him a while as there was over twenty odd floors. By the time he had hit the ground floor, he was beginning to become a bit tired.. Despite being rather fit, he was not sure if he could just zip straight up the other building. He could only hope she stopped and waited.

Damn it. Wait for me....

Cursing, Ryu forced his leg back into action, breaking open the locked doors on his side and breaking the glass window on the other building to gain entrance. He thought he'd try his luck with the elevator, but to his dismay, there was no response.

Argh sh!t. Stairs again.

With a frustrated kick at the steel door, Ryu threw the stairwell door open and began a tiring trek up to the floor where he saw the girl.
 
Diarmuid stepped out of the house, the cold golden mist niggling uncomfortably at his back, making him break out in a cold sweat. Scanning the area around him, he realized he had stepped onto the road, yet he wasn't worried about cars or vehicles of any kind, because he couldn't hear the thrums of engines around him. He could barely see a few feet in front of him, and it was so silent he felt oppressed and claustrophobic in the obscurity. Not that there was anything he could do to stop it. So he moved on.

"Hello?" he called out. "Anyone there?"

A gasp escaped his throat as he saw something... a figure in the mist. How odd... Diar called out. "Hello?" But the figure didn't respond. It seemed to be quite slender in appearance, with a limping gait. Diar could hear it breathing, a gargling, unpleasant sound. He needed to get away. Something was wrong here. he could eel it.
 
Orion perked up as he could hear the sound of running. He advanced towards that area to find two boys, each one holding an iron rod, coming towards him. Orion lowered his gun so he wouldn't be pointing at them, to show that he was friendly.

"Oi, you guys wouldn't know how I got here, would ya?"

And then he heard something else. A strange sort of breathing. Orion turned to his left to barely make out another house. Peculiar. Coming out of it's door was a thin figure, limping as if injured. The breathing, however, was off. Gargling, unpleasent to the ears, he could practically feel menace from it. Though he was a broadcasting empath, Orion, in slight relation to his malfunction, could feel attitudes if they were very strong. And the attitude coming from that person wasn't friendly.

And he could hear more. Breathing in the same way, more figures advanced around the house. Judging by breathing, he counted 6. By what he could see, though, there were only three, suggesting the others were still coming. Orion brought his hunting rifle up and called, in a calmer manner, to the two boys.

"Tread lightly. We're not alone, and I think these people in this house aren't as friendly."
 
OOC: Gavin is the one with the iron rods. He dual wields while Raiiku does capoeira.


Gavin looked at Orion with a scowl. "Oblivious idiot..." Raiiku shot him a glance before turning back to Orion. "We wouldn't have answered your shout if we did or at the very least, we would've silenced you before now."


When the odd humanoids began shambling about, they saw Orion pick up his rifle to take aim at them. Raiiku gently put a hand on the muzzle and pushed it down. "Unless youre a sniper, I'd advise not shooting into the crowd. Go to melee; it's more fun."


With that, Raiiku ran off towards the nearest one of the humanoids. As he got closer he could tell these things were far from friendly. The thing looked like an emaciated human with a death mask for a face. It reeked of decay, a scent that assaulted Raiiku's senses. The only think he could come up with was that these...things were zombies. They weren't human, that much he knew.


He went into a cartwheel and ended with a handspring, landing ont he creature's back. He rode it down to the ground and as soon as it hit, he backflipped off of it. He turned toward the others with a smile and yelled, "They aren't human. Do as you like."


Gavin cocked his head towards Orion with a slight smile. "Thats why I'm with him you know. You'd think he would be leader..." He walked forward with deliberate steps, clearly not as enthusiatic as Raiiku. As soon as he was next to Raiiku, he was beseiged by another one of the 'zombies,' this one though managed to scratch his left forearm before Gavin could smash it down.


One hit to the chest to stagger it. A pair of cross-slashes to splay the arms out. And two more downward slashes to obliterate the collarbone and the first two ribs. The 'zombie' fell to the ground in front of Gavin. Raiiku couldn't help but smile. Normally it was only the two of them sparring but now here was Gavin going against someone who knew nothing about his maneuvers and vice versa. It was Gavin's ferocity he loved.


He looked over at Gavin. "Easier when the enemy doesnt know what you usually do, huh?" "Yeah. The thing wasnt even able to make a counterattack, unlike you." "That's because its slower." Raiiku looked down to see the scratch on Gavin's forearm. "You're hurt..." "Like it matters. You know I can't feel it." "I know. Its just...sometimes I wish you could." Raiiku's face took a solemn turn. "I've wished for that my entire life..." was all Gavin said.
 
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Kuugen saw that the person the two boys met with didnt seem to know each other. The fact that no volatile action occuring meant that they most probably weren't the ones responsible for her being here. Ever cautious, Kuugen was about to just let them keep going as they please to gather more information and observe the situation when several gurgling and somewhat humanoid creatures appeared from several houses. Three were on the road, which the two boys began to engage. She should leave them to their own devices, but these three may come in handy later on.

Kuugen aimed down one of her sub machine guns, the inbuilt neuro link scope zoomed in on the creature that was not being fought and let three rounds off on a tight circle. They weren't silenced, so the .45 ACP round rang clear in the silent neighbourhood before slamming straight into its head, splattering what remained of it on the ground. Another two emerged from the house from across the street, but funneled by the door, Kuugen easily drilled another two bullets into each zombie's head. That done, several more were still around, though Kuugen could not find them in her sights. There was no point in hiding from the others, so Kuugen got up and began to displace from her current hiding position, taking a run up before leaping high off the roof, landing heavily onto the middle fo the road just a bit ahead of the two boys before jumping again, this time, her hand caught hold of the second story roof and swung herself on. From here, she could see what she directly below her old hiding spot. Another zombie flitted into view behind a window in the house she was on, but was quickly splattered again with another three bullets.
 
Yumi jumped as she heard the steel door to the stairwell crash open with a bang. Then she could hear footsteps resounding in the empty space getting closer and closer. Her heart nearly stopped, "There's more people here?" she thought. Yumi stared at the door as a man emerged. She hated to think what would happen next since her escape was revealed to her captors... if... that is, they are her captors. Yumi backed away slightly, her brows furrowed, then decided that she would reveal herself. The girl slowly emerged from behind the door, her gun ready in case its use was needed.

If they were to attack her, she wasn't sure what her odds of winning were - two against one didn't seem fair and she'd never tried jumping out of a window before. It's been done in movies before, but you know they never really jump from buildings that tall - it's all about special effects. She could throw her plush at one and shoot the other, then make a break in the opposite direction.

Regardless, she still would be unable to find her way back home even if she did escape. Her eyes moved from one figure to the next. This might not be the wisest thing to do - but she had questions and she needed answers.

" Who are you guys..." she asked cautiously, twiddling her gun behind her back and gripping tighter to her plushie.
 
OOC: I assume thats Ryu, Yumiko. Short post in any case.

Ryu was dragging his feet as he slaved up the stairs. His breath was ragged. Already, the numbers of floor covered had gone over his head, but Ryu got to where he needed to go. He hoped he was right. If he was on the wrong floor, it was going to take a while to find the woman. With a heavy shove, the steel door opened and he stumbled heavily along the corridor. He could not quite look up yet but he got a complete shock when he did. In addition to the girl he saw from the other tower, there was another. However, she didnt seem to friendly.

" Who are you guys..."

Um... Ryu Minamoto?

The air felt a bit tense.

Excuse me if im disturbing you two, but uh.... you know where i am? I dont think im from here.
 
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