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[belle.]

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"Do you even know who you are. . . ?
A borrowed dream or a super star. . .?"

The lady stood silently in the hallway of the room for numerous seconds before the sounds of footsteps faded into the background. It was then the tall, well-groomed woman slipped inside the room, checking the hallway a final time before closing the door as quietly as the wooden slab permitted. She swallowed softly before spinning around to inspect the room.

It wasn’t the best accommodation, Stephania had been correct. There was a single wooden-framed bed with cream-blue sheets situated in the far right corner of the room, sitting parallel to a small, dusty window. The cream-blue colour of the bed linen matched that of the paint that coated the walls. The paint that covered the walls was not the most attractive, putting colour aside, it was cracked and peeling in more than one place. The ceiling was in pretty good condition, some places there was a sign of some water mould or cracked paint, but nothing too bad. The carpet appeared to be the newest feature of the room; it was still fairly white and looked somewhat clean.

Ellie let a gentle sigh escape her lips as she shrugged, wandering into the middle of the room. “Home, sweet home,” She murmured sarcastically, letting her bag slip of her shoulder and fall messily to the ground. It would do for the time being, she would spend most of her time moving around the city and surrounding areas anyway; this was merely a place to sleep and to plan. Plan the murders she wished to commit.

"Is life good to you, Is it bad. . . ?
Do you even know what you have. . . ?"

[gam]

[[ Noo! People! Don't leave Dx Only on really good days can I post that much, I'm perfectly happy actually with my bite-size posts. =P Please stay? ]]

[Clavicle]

((-crawls back under writer's block to sulk-))

Adelaide only barely managed to jump out of the way of the incoming debris. That was it for sitting tight, it appeared. She thought that she had heard someone shout out to her, but she hadn't exactly been paying attention at the time to anything other than the crazed demon and her own wellbeing. She was still holding onto her demon's wing, and the useless leech screamed in pain, or made a noise akin to a scream when she carelessly yanked it after her.

But she didn't have time to think about the demon brat, as she had bigger problems to worry about. Mainly that, in her haste to get away, she had landed right in...

"Oh, gross! Demon guts...“ Adelaide whined, feeling nausea creep up as she slowly sat up, shuddering as the sticky entrails slid down her chest and stomach. Of course, with her luck, she just had to land right there. At least she had remembered to shield her face. She had already desensitized herself from getting sick at the sight of such gore, thanks to some of her failed... experiments, and was sure that it shouldn't have fazed her as much. But it was one thing comparing a crow's insides to... well.

Her demon wasn't faring any better, although it seemed much more comfortable. No, that wasn't the word. It just looked calm, and it was trying to fluff out its feathers, or what was left of them at least. Adelaide snorted in a rather un lady-like way, despite her situation. It looked positively ridiculous. Grabbing the little demon and tucking it under her arm, she turned to inconspicuously crawl away from the whole mess. Maybe lady luck would take pity on her, and end the nightmare. But as she tried to stand, she noticed a girl not too far away, a teenager most likely, looking rather green in the face. Or that might have been the rain obscuring Adelaide's vision, but she supposed that anyone would be sick after seeing the torn demon. Never mind that though, she had to warn that girl away. Curse her conscience, and all that.

After a few near slips she finally got to her feet, and tried to walk out of the alley as fast as possible. All of the liquid and guts on the ground didn't help at all, but she cleared a path fast enough for her liking. Things only got easier from them. Kicking blood and demon off of her shoes, she looked rather silly, if not morbid as she ran towards the girl, who, now that she thought about it, was probably the one that had raised her voice earlier.

She had to stop dead in her tracks, though, as another demon just trotted past her, towards the destruction that the other demon had been causing. How had she not noticed it? It must have been because of the disgust she had been too preoccupied with feeling. She shuddered again as it passed her, and picked up her pace. People were already screaming and running, and she wondered what in the world happened to the silence of the town. And what was going to happen to the town itself.

She finally reached the girl and grabbed her wrist, and tried to get her to follow "I think that it would be best if we moved along now!“ she hissed quietly, as she didn't want to attract the attention of any of the demons. Of course, they were too busy facing off against each other, but it never hurt to be careful.

And Windark had been such a nice and quiet place, if a little... wet.

((I feel like I can't keep my posts serious at all... But I'll try to keep them shorter.))

[Iilyda]

є мєяу к ηιgнт

In my past, bittersweet;
There's no love between the sheet
Taste the blood, broken dreams

The black feathers spun together, forming the body of the same demon, though another wooden mask hid the blood beneath it. Painted as an eagle this one was, and much larger was its body. The mess that the other demon had become flattened, its body littering the ground with black and blue feathers; it had given itself a new form. It screamed, speaking in a language that wasn't human, lifting its new wings through the trees in anger before a small boy caught its attention. Its wooden head snapped to the side, staring down at the child with interest. The beak on the wooden mask turned into a smile, curving into its beady golden painted eyes and taking Joshua up on his offer, it charged him. The new eagle demon split as it ran, and split again until hundreds of black birds spun in and out of the trees, taking turns at diving at the boy.

The ear splitting screeching reached Emery's ears, but he'd long since lost his fear. He sat leaning against one of the forest's trees, his head lolled to the side and resting on his own shoulder. "Em, you're a real stupid kid." He scolded himself, tensing at his own words and the bruising he felt in his chest when he spoke. It was far to dark to see a thing, and trapped in some place he'd never been he wasn't feeling too good with himself. Stopped by a demon on his way to find someone to stop them. Of course. Why wouldn't it work out that way? Sarcasm was a dear friend to Emery.

Despite his current situation, Emery felt a smile creasing his lips. Maybe he was crazy, but he found it funny, being so close to death. Death. That's not exactly what he wanted for himself so soon. With ebbing thoughts of living, Emery picked himself up, only to be knocked face down on the ground seconds later. Landing so hard on his stomach really reminded him he really was still alive. In a split second he was on his side, curling at the hurt and then straightening once he realized it hurt his ribs more to bend like he was. Perfect.

Lonely times indeed

Zeng Joshua Ironside

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.

Joshua knew a moment of fear, watching the demons divide and come flying at him. He cringed, but went to swinging his branch as soon as the crow-like demons began to dive-bomb him. He was quickly overtaken. Beaks tore at his hair and face, claws shredded his shirt front, and tearing his crafting glasses from where they sat atop his head. One beak opened a gash in the back of Joshua's hand, and he dropped his club, loosing his balance and falling onto the ground, still in the epicenter of a black storm of demons.

You wanted to study demons up close, he thought glumly to himself, hands raised to shield his face. This is as close as you're ever going to get. Ever again, for that matter.

The cloud of winging demons was so thick upon Joshua, he questioned whether he would be seeing the light of day again. And then abruptly, a bright light shone out, penetrating the mass of demons and blinding Joshua where he lay, scratched and torn.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.

Fizza "Widget" Ironside

~Hooked into machine~
I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places

Fizza had shown up, and was standing at the base of the tree Emery had fled, one hand raised in front of her with the Witrino 2000 in its grip. The other was clasped around the headgear strapped around her cranium, only the wattage had been cranked up so dramatically that a bright white light shone from it like a searchlight, cutting right through the thicket of demons swarming her brother. She had no idea just how long the maximization of power would last before her headlight’s pre-charged battery ran out, but Fizza wasn’t intending to find out.

”Duck!” she shrieked at her brother, hoping dearly that he heard her and complied. For within the next moment, the safety had been released and Widget was firing bullets into the mob of demons, aiming in the dark. She could only hope that they were affected.

And I'm upgraded daily
All my wires without traces~Hooked into machine~

{Please don't go people. The offer still stands to RP with my other charrie and I'll make mini-er posts.}

[belle.]

(((As much as I want to post in this RP, I'm afraid I have to drop out. ^-^' I just couldn't possibly write decent posts like everyone else's, and I just can't think of how to start. I'm terribly sorry.))

[ v-v I am afraid that I am going to have to agree with Dradogo. I too, am incapabale of writing so much on a frequent basis and am dropping out. :'/ I am quite disappointed with myself. My greatest apologies Sora. D: ]

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[[ Noo! People! Don't leave Dx Only on really good days can I post that much, I'm perfectly happy actually with my bite-size posts. =P Please stay? ]]

{Please don't go people. The offer still stands to RP with my other charrie and I'll make mini-er posts.}

(( Dradogo... </3 ))

((Oh, don't Dradogo! Sora posted with her demon. Did you read them yet? Perhaps they can help.))

((Guys, No one wants you to go </3 ))
((Not pressuring you to stay, but I thought I'd try and persuade you. . . Is it working?))
((Also, I have my Demon Hunter Character free, and I'm not great at writing super-mega-majorly-long posts. . . ))

[Starbaby]

(( Wah. Rose too? TT 3TT
Sora is heart broken. . .))

є мєяу к ηιgнт

In my past, bittersweet;
There's no love between the sheet
Taste the blood, broken dreams

Little black birds were shot down, falling in groups around the boy, torn in the center. The demon, in an attempt to resist the shooting began forming together again, but with so much of itself lying dead it could only create a grotesque misshapen piece of its former self. It cawed and screeched wildly, flapping the flimsy pieces of its broken wings, scattering blue blood over the trees and forest floor. It was dying.

Emery lay flat on his back, staring through hazy, tired eyes at the shadowy pines above him, peeking through their shelter to the black sky. Two demon. Two of them had found him, or he thought so anyways. The second looked nothing like the first, though he knew demon could take on different shapes and forms. A sad excuse for a day, in the eyes of a simple human anyways. That's all he was, anyways. Nothing that could combat such horrid beasts. Wasn't that why he'd come all the way out there anyways? Emery let out a loud 'huff', not even pausing to touch base with the hurt it caused. It was almost numb anyways.

Emery's chest looked out of place on a first glance, a broken rib that had been pushed and pulled without rest hid beneath his bruised skin. It sucked, to put being attacked by demon simply, and bluntly too. Where had the first gone anyways? Scared off by that jeweled one? But no, something else had hit the feathered one. Emery slipped his gaze to the side, squinting into the trees as he sat himself up. Had he just run away from what he was looking for?

Lonely times indeed

(( And I'll wait for Ylva Rane for the other charry~ ))

[Dradogo]

((I really am sorry guys. :c I'm just completely stuck when it comes to writing; I can never word things properly.))

[Peaches]

"Great." Mal said sarcasticly as another demon entered the brawl. The debris and dust flown in all direction some blown in the wind managed to crack a neighboring window. Windark would be go ruin after the giants finished their rumble. Time to say good bye to this neighborhood Mal sighed. There she stood in awe by these demons immense power, just then a girl emerged from the wrecked alley; soaked in demon's blood. The girl took her hand, like water the blood dripped to Mal's hand. She glimpsed at it, her memories of the tragedy surfaced. "NO!" she shouted and shooked her hand. Then again she regained her mind back, "uh... umm.. Sorry let's go" she walked away from the crime scene.

[[ ah.. Dradogo.. ShadowRose.. don't go T.T
I'll keep my post to one paragraphs or 2 or 3 if i have enough creativity, the long one was only the first post ]]

[Solanum]

(( It was only the first posts that were insanely long, we aren't going to post that the whole time, that would be hell for me xD Please don't leave D: ))

[Iilyda]

{Pleeeeeaaaaase don't go? Both me and Blanche have charries that we will post mini for you guys! We'll miss you ever so terribly if you leave. }

Fizza "Widget" Ironside

~Hooked into machine~
I count all my blessings
I have friends in high places

Fizza kept on firing, laying round after round of compact bullets into the re-emerging demon. The Witrino 2000 was designed to hold more than just bullets though; Widget had invented a half dozen other things that could shoot from the handgun's pistons, a grappling hook among them. She didn't need any of her other ammunition however. Fizza kept on reloading bullet case after bullet case into her gun, walking a slow and wary circle around the demon as she continued to fire.

The weaker it and its counterparts became, the closer Widget dared to approach it, laying on heavy fire the further in she went. It was a tiring process, keeping the Witrino is such constant action, but nothing she wasn't equipped to. Blood blood splattered her clothes and face, leaving a horribly acrid smell in the air.

"Go after the other!" Fizza hollered at her brother over the thundering sound of gunshots, never tearing her eyes away from the dying demon. But she as well had seen the other figure before they took off, hobbling away. Friend or foe, they needed to be dealt with as well. And the further Joshua was put out of the demon's way, the better.

And I'm upgraded daily
All my wires without traces~Hooked into machine~

Zeng Joshua Ironside

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been.

Joshua received the worst of splattering, and blue demon blood clung thickly to his hair and face, dripping all over his body and into his own cuts. The smell made his stomach heave, but he managed to keep his dinner. The proximity of the gunshots, however, had deafened Joshua, leaving him unable to do much more than curl up on the ground with his hands pressed tightly over his ears. He couldn't hear a thing but a piercing ringing, which only worsened whenever he tried to sit up. Self-rage boiled over beneath his fear. So this is what it means to be a Demon Hunter? he mocked himself.

Joshua laid there for what felt like quite some time, but what only lasted a few moments, battling the ringing of his ears. He couldn't hear the demon. He could only see its bloody demise, as his sister continued to lay rounds into the beast. Joshua saw his sister's mouth move, her face grim and focused, but couldn't catch the words. He sat nonresponding for a moment or two, staring.

Go after the other! Joshua came into reaction late, rolling to his feet and stumbling away from the demon, numbly following the direction he had seen the other person run off in. His hearing still hadn't fully returned, but he followed the rough trail the person had cut through the woods, still incredibly dazed. Though Joshua didn't know it, he was closer to Emery and his demon problem than he would have thought.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream.