The sound of metal being embedded into wood dangerously close to his face was what woke Artyom from his sleep. What kept from falling back to sleep was the string of angry Russian being spewed in his direction. His eyes opened to the ominous sight of a knife stained pinkish red a few inches in front of his face. If it was not for the voice currently berating him, Artyom would have sprung up, grabbing the knife to defend himself from whoever was 'attacking' him. Instead, the man simply groaned and leaned up, rubbing the side of his face that he had fallen asleep on.<br/><br/>"ты даже слушаешь меня, Артём?!" The woman yelling at him -his sister Sonya- asked. "где ты был прошлой ночью? мы волновались."*<br/><br/>"You're yelling... and in Russian, Sonya. Tone it down," Artyom said, wincing as he slowly picking himself up out of the chair. "And I was out, getting something done..."<br/><br/>Sonya scoffed at this, taking the knife out of the table. "You better not have been doing something you shouldn't have," Sonya said, turning back to continue chopping some beets. "I don't want our brother thinking that's ok to do."<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it," Artyom said sleepily, yawning as he walked across the kitchen to their fridge. To be honest, he couldn't quite remember what he was doing last night, other than he was tasked to go out and steal some shipment from the Overfamilies. Other than that, it was all a blur. The Russian believed that could be fixed if he had gotten something to drink. As he reached into his fridge to one of the water bottles within, something peculiar happened. The bottle simply vanished along with most of the water. All that was left was a small puddle of water from whatever had happened.<br/><br/>Artyom blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his vision to see if he was just seeing things. Instead, the water bottle stayed gone and the puddle was dripping and separating within the fridge, left to either evaporate of freeze within. Artyom simply shrugged. Maybe he was reaching for something that wasn't there. Taking another bottle out of the fridge, Artyom stood upright and drained half of it immediately before wandering off into the living room of their small apartment. But something felt off. For some reason, he had an urge he couldn't quite put his finger on. Pushing it aside, Artyom approached his brother.<br/><br/>There, Artyom plopped down on the couch next to Pyotr; his little brother. The teen was playing some shooter on the gaming console Artyom bought him for last Christmas. It was better than getting him something that would be stolen or getting him nothing at all and letting him get in to trouble outside. After a few moments, Pyotr moved his headphones off of the ear closest to Artyom and spoke.<br/><br/>"How many you kill?" Pyotr asked in his attempt to hide his curiosity behind a deadpan tone.<br/><br/>Artyom simply scoffed and shoved his little brother. "Told you not to ask shit like that," Artyom said. "Besides, I don't feel like dealing with a pissed off sister today. So just drop it."<br/><br/>Pyotr quickly righted himself, a slight smirk on his face, before gesturing to the free controller. "Wanna play?" he asked.<br/><br/>Artyom sat there for a few actual minutes, using the time Pyotr had left in the match he was playing to decide whether or not he should. But, staring at the TV told him his answer. Once the match was over Artyom simply shook his head and stood. "Nah. Last night was rough apparently." With that, the eldest Yohzin sibling walked down the small hallway towards his room.<br/><br/>"Food will be done in thirty minutes, Artyom. Don't you dare go back to sleep!" Sonya called after him. But he did not bother replying, closing his door behind him. Artyom felt like he needed a shower and groggily moved through his room to the 'master' bathroom of the apartment. He didn't notice it right away, but sometime in between him entering his room and turning on the water for the shower, his clothes had been removed and the urge returned, this time stronger than before. He didn't quite remember doing so, but considering he couldn't remember last night, he did not think too much of it, once again pushing the urge aside. Stepping into the shower, he spent a majority of the time before the food was done just standing in the water.<br/><br/>But even this did not clear the fog in his mind. All he could remember was getting what they were sent for, the eclipse happening, and then having Sonya wake him up. He shook his head and actually began to clean himself, making sure he was completely clean before stepping out and reaching for a towel. And then it happened again. This time, Artyom knew he wasn't seeing or feeling things. One instant he was wet. The next, he was dry. One instant, a towel was in his hands, the next it wasn't. And that urge came back in full force, urging him to... oddly, pop his knuckles.<br/><br/>Without hesitation -or rather, before he could hesitate- Artyom quickly popped a half dozen of his finger's knuckles before the urge subsided. He hated the feeling and the sound, and he had no reasoning as to why he was actually following through with such an odd urge. Something was up and Artyom felt the need to get to the bottom of it. Quickly dressing and scooping his phone off of the floor, Artyom bolted out of the room, heading towards the door.<br/><br/>"Artyom! Where are you going?" Sonya asked, rather annoyed.<br/><br/>As if on cue, Artyom's phone buzzed in his hand, a text message for him. "I have to go. My new job's calling." he said, stepping out and closing the door behind him as Sonya started back up with her yelling in Russian once more, but she made no move to try to stop her brother from leaving.<br/><br/>He was headed out to see if he could get some answers from his newfound friends among the True Man's Mafia. And considering the group text gave him two things to help with that, Artyom set off. The text gave him a location -a speak easy down the alleyway on Fourth- as well as inadvertently giving him the numbers of the others that were with him last night.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="550" data-username="@Kat" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/550/">@Kat</a><a class="username" data-user-id="205" data-username="@Miss Mori" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/205/">@Miss Mori</a><a class="username" data-user-id="202" data-username="@Seniade" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/202/">@Seniade</a><br/><br/><i><span style="font-size: 12px">-------<br/>
*((Transliteration and Translation below.))<br/>
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Ty dazhe slushayesh' menya, Artom?! Gde ty byl proshloy noch'yu? My volnovalis'.<br/>
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"Are you even listening to me Artyom?! Where were you last night? We were worried."</span></i>