Destiny::Apocalypse
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				Title: <strong>Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RaeynahsRose</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 15:41:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Destiny::Apocalypse<br>::IC:: </strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4760/fourhorsemen.png)</div><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>The Training Facility</strong></div><div align="center">(http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/438449254_d02cc7d884.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>::Landscaping::</strong></span><br><br>The mansion is set on 50 Acre's of land, the perimeter is blocked and guarded with the newest technology at all times so nothing gets in and nothing gets out.<br><br>The front of the house faces due east and the back of the house faces due west.<br><br>In the back yard there is an over sized in ground pool framed by a patio with an outdoor kitchen. Past the pool there is a large garden full of every plant and flower imaginable that leads to a beautiful pond with koi fish and frogs on lilly pads.<br><br>The front yard is much less appealing, just green grass for as far as the eye can see scattered with weeping willow trees and small park benches<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>::Attic::</strong> </span> <br><br>The General's Housing, off limits unless invited.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>::Third Floor::</strong></span><br><br>Horsemen's Housing<br>War and Death's rooms face the front yard<br>Pestilence and Famine's rooms face the back yard<br>Each room is equipped with the essentials, a bed, full length mirror, a desk and a closet full of their own clothes that were clearly taken from their homes, no technology i.e. no computers, cell phones etc. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>::Second Floor::</strong></span><br><br>Mentor's Housing<br>War and Death's rooms face the front yard<br>Pestilence and Famine's rooms face the back yard<br>Design them how you wish but again, no technology in the house<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>::First Floor::</strong></span><br><br>To the left of the stairs there is a common room with two large comfortable couches, a recliner and a large TV with no cable. Beside the TV however there is two book shelves with doors and upon opening the doors you will find every DVD known to man including TV series as well. Aside from the couches and TV there are several gaming tables set up on the common room, a chess and checkers table, mahjong, pool, cards and air hockey.<br><br>To the right of the stairs lay several rooms, one door leads to a grand dinning hall full of cherry wood and golden accents and off of the dinning hall lays a small sun room with a breakfast nook table. The other door leads to an oversized kitchen full of everything the worlds most famous chef could dream of with marble counter tops and not one but two refrigerators. There is an island in the middle of the kitchen with a wood cutting board styled top rather then marble and above that hangs all the pots and pans. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>::Below the mansion::</strong></span><br><br>Below the mansion are the training facilities and a gym to keep in shape. They appear as a completely sterilized facility, bright white floors walls and ceilings. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RaeynahsRose</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 15:43:00</strong>
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				<strong>::Nine Months Ago::</strong><br><br>Thunder clapped over head as blood pooled beneath a man kneeling in an open field. “.... You will fail … I promise ….” He choked back the blood that was pooling in his mouth and clutched his side where the blade had pierced his skin. Lightning flashed behind the victorious figure, illuminating the crimson blood dripping from a flaming blade. The shrouded figure paused as if in contemplation of its next act before an ethereal voice rang out from the shadows of its hood “May you rest in peace.” With the last word the sword was plunged through the fallen man’s chest, piercing his heart and ending his life on a solemn note. The cloaked being slid its blade back into its hilt before leaning over its victim and picking him up with ease. Within the blink of an eye both figures were gone and thunder crashed again just as rain began to fall washing away any hint of a battle from the hallowed ground.<br><br><strong>::One Day Ago::</strong><br><br>The training facility that had been founded by the General several centuries ago was located in a sparsely populated area of Albania; the weather was nice this time of year never reaching much hotter than a rather dry 85 degrees. Serena loved it here, when her partner’s in crime were off doing only God knew what between generations of new Horsemen she preferred to remain in Albania leaving only to find her horsemen and then return. The grand gardens were her masterpiece and the interior design was often delivered by her hand while trying to incorporate the tastes of the other three mentors so everyone was comfortable when they returned. The only other person who spent a great deal of time in the mansion was the General but lately she had locked herself away to her attic only coming out to eat or share brief words with Serena.<br><br>For the past few weeks Serena had kept her distance from the Mansion, hunting for her next Horsemen – the next able body that the ring thought could take on the role of Famine to the human race. It was as if the ring had a mind of its own, it wouldn’t work on those not fit for the job – it would act as any other ring and constantly find itself lost to the owner should it ever fall into the wrong hands. No, Serena never got to choose her horsemen; if she did she certainly wouldn’t have picked the thing man ending his shift in a coffee shop. She would have looked for someone strong, tall, yummy – not that he wasn’t cute he just wasn’t someone she’d expect could handle such a job. <br><br>Serena followed protocol as she did every fifty years by knocking out her horsemen and bringing him back to the holding cell. Once in the holding cell he would be stripped of any personal items such as keys, identification and even gum before being lain beside the others in a straight row to be dealt with the following day. The holding cell was in the farthest part of the basement, a white room with a matching white ceiling and floor as well – obnoxious florescent lights beamed from above while the only difference in the walls was one held a four inch thick, locked, steel door and another held a two way mirror. There was a speaker in the corner of the ceiling that was presently playing a repetitious classical song that would make even the calmest man insane after an extended period of time. &nbsp;<br><br><strong>::Present Day::</strong><br><br>Serena’s combat boots (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=43187920) clunked obtrusively through the silent mansion, her steps turning into a skip while she wandered the halls in boredom waiting for the others to return. “Perhaps ….” She muttered to herself before a large Cheshire cat grin overtook her face and her fishnet gloved hands came together in a clap. “Yes! I shall go see Riki and introduce myself, that won’t hurt right?” Serena turned on her heels, her loose black skirt kicking up with each motion flashing her fishnet garters and stockings as she hurried to her room. <br><br>Once in her room she grabbed a toy light saber and sheathed it upon her back and then grabbed her Darth Vader mask which was sitting on her bed just waiting to be worn. In the past few months she had developed an obsession with star wars, though not a new franchise she had been preoccupied with other things until recently and now she could get Darth Vader out of her head. She pitied the character, felt he was misunderstood and she felt that the world needed to accept him in a better light – though how long this obsession would last was fairly unclear as tomorrow she could abandon her search to better Darth’s name and find a completely new thing to pine over.&nbsp; <br><br>Hopping down the stairs to the training facility she entered to room that lead to the two way mirror and pulled the helmet over her head flattening her long brunette tresses before pressing the intercom button and gazing through her eye holes. “Riki …. I am your father….” She breathed heavily into her Darth Vader mask which in turn turned her voice to sound like that of the man himself aside from the Australian accent. “—kuuuuuuhhh ---“ she breathed again while watching him intensely for any reaction what-so-ever to her attempt at being a terrifying Sith Lord. “…Rikiiiiii….-kuuuhhhhh-“<br><br>Whether he reacted or not Serena would leave the side room and move to the steel door, unlocking and pulling it open she’d swing the door as quickly as she could manage while pulling out her toy light saber and wielding it like a sword. Pressing down on the button near her thumb there was a whooshing noise as the saber lit up red in mimic to the movies as she squared her hips and grinned beneath the mask “—kuuuhhh---I lied ---kuuuhhh --- I’m a girl so I can’t be your father ---- Kuuhhhh” There would be an odd giggle within the voice changing mask as the clearly petite gothic girl stood in the doorway wielding her light saber.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 00:52:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1200.photobucket.com/albums/bb323/KirasYaoi/famine2-1-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">The night had been like any other one until someone with a metal bar hit him in the back of the head. He'd woken up later with a splitting headache and no idea where he was but hadn't let that worry him too much. Riki was different from most people because he didn't tend to have any friends or family around. He had a job but it wasn't really one that he cared too much about although one wouldn't have been able to tell that just from seeing him work. The teen had a professionalism that was rare in most young people.<br><br>But this plain white room he was stuck in made him wonder what his captor or captors had planned. The strange part was that he wasn't the only one here, there were others too but they looked to be still unconscious. As for amusing himself, he had no trouble doing that because his life was usually like this on a daily basis anyway. Repetition, repetition, repetition. Go to work, feed the pets, pay the bills and with any remaining free time he tended to play random music in the background while he drew and painted. Riki was one of those guys who worked better with some background noise. He had already realized his personal belongings had been removed.<br><br>That was rather annoying but not overly troubling because he could always get into his house another way due to the hideaway key. Riki had already knocked on all the walls to see if anyone was out there but no one had responded and so he had decided whoever had kidnapped him they were not there at the moment. So, he had turned to amusing himself in the only way he knew how. He found some sort of charcoal near the edge of one of the walls and picked it up, happy that he was lucky enough to find something like this. Riki let his eyes flicker over the white walls and a faint smile came to his face. Oddly enough, the room was a perfect canvas for him.<br><br>He spent the rest of the time sketching what the coffee shop might look like from the outside looking in. The repetitive classical music was to his liking too since it provided some nice background noise for him to feel at ease. But when he heard a Darth Vader like sound coming from nearby, he paused and looked around. "Hello?" He called out but there was no answering response. Odd. Riki turned back to the wall but jumped up when the steel door swung inward to reveal a figure there. Who the hell was that? He stared at the petite, slender female standing in the doorway and tilted his head to the side. "Who are you?" Riki demanded, not moving a single step forward. Or for that matter backward either. Could this be the person who had put him here in the first place? No, it couldn't be.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 01:47:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/998d3c64f438e1df272aeff35a41da14-1.jpg)</div>Erin woke up to the sound of a heavy door opening and voices. She groaned in pain and annoyance as she became aware of a head ache eating at her brain and the far too bright light trying to squeeze it's way beneath her eye lids. She squeezed her eyes tighter closed and reached for her pillow to throw at what she assumed had to be her annoying room mate when her fingertips found open air.<br><br>Disoriented she moved her hand searching for the pillow but soon realized it wasn't there. She realized the music playing was not right either and it was far too bright even with the lights on to be her grungy run down apartment. She cracked open her eye lids to see two people awake and standing one near the wall&nbsp; and a little girl in some serious goth wear framed in a steel door frame. <br><br>The white room assaulted Erin's sense and confusion made her edgy, "What the fuck?" She said getting up wobbling a touch in her heels (http://www.infectiousthreads.com/Images/big_shoes_d_dolly_88.jpg) as she got to her feet, her hands fisting at her sides her muscles going tense as she looked around and considered rushing the girl in the door way. She knew without a doubt she'd never seen this room before and couldn't remember how she'd gotten there. Her body ached in several places and she had no doubt if she took the time to look she'd find bruises marring her snow white skin.<br><br>She reached for the slender blade she'd taken to carrying the last few years while living in Russia. It was a dangerous place at night and she liked knowing she could take care of herself if anything happened, nothing ever had but better safe then sorry. Her fingertips skimmed the hem of her low rider jeans (http://www.victoriassecret.com/ss/Satellite?ProductID=1326246744497&amp;c=Page&amp;cid=1324474294182&amp;pagename=vsdWrapper) but found nothing. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." She hissed tossing back her hair as she patted her pockets and checked the small of her back under her corset (http://images.asos.com/inv/media/6/2/6/5/1385626/black/image1xl.jpg) and realized everything was gone, she literally had only the clothes on her back.<br><br>"What the hell do you want? Why are we here?" She spat her anger directed at the girl in the doorway wielding a toy and irritating Erin just for existing, even more so for looking so happy and pleased when Erin was spitting mad wanting to hit her. She hated the feeling of being trapped and helpless, it was horrible, worse then she could have ever imagined. She knew it would serve her no use to get past the girl, she wasn't the one who kidnapped Erin but it was a very hard thing to repress her instincts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 03:59:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>::Last Night::</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://ifdb.co/images/dennis_johnson/22362/medium)</div>Caleb resented nightclubs, the crowds, the stink, the worms that forgot their place with the aid of mind altering substances. They needed to be reminded. Caleb could no longer remind them himself, that was what had brought him to Russia. His over sized white hoodie was pulled down low over his brow, only sharp blue eyes peeking out from underneath. His slacks and his shoes, also immaculate white; the only color in his wardrobe was the Albanian Flag (https://www.cia.gov/library/publications/the-world-factbook/graphics/flags/large/al-lgflag.gif) patch embroidered on his right shoulder.<br><br>If he'd still had his powers, Caleb would have gladly put an end to the entire building stuffed with humanity, if only to spare them the wretched smell of themselves. This was no longer his luxury, Caleb reminded himself, clutching the ring that dangled around his neck from a white gold chain. This ring that was no longer a gift from God, but rather a cruel curse that left he and his contemporaries trapped in this stinking pit with all the rest. The ones that would never learn.<br><br>Caleb's eyes narrowed as they landed upon the young bartender as she laughed and flirted for tips while measuring and serving small glasses of Death as though it was what she was born for. Her hair was painted blue, as though God's bounty to her was flawed and in need of improvement. He had never understood the fascination with body modification, especially among those who had been so blessed with good looks.<br><br>"I need a drink!" Caleb shouted over the music, after finally pushing his way up to the crowded bar. It made him sick how powerful she felt, protected by the glowing orange bar while he was stuck in the mass of stinking bodies, all desperate to numb their already feeble minds. "What do you recommend? I can pay."<br><br>The man dressed in white slapped a fifty Euro note on the bar. Hoping he'd been loud enough to get the blue haired girl's attention. The music in this place seemed to be the artist's attempt at creating an abstract expression of a migraine headache, using repetitive bass kicks, booming drum machines and wailing computer sounds all played at once at a volume that ought to have been reserved for crowded sports arenas, not stuffy little warehouse clubs.<br><br>Even as foul a mood as he was in, Caleb had to appreciate Erin's display while she made a drink for him, using a decorative mesh spoon and a sugar cube to pour a large shot of Absinthe. She lit the sugar cube on fire after pouring the strong liquor over it, quickly melting the sugar. She dumped the burning wad of sugar into the glass and stirred the drink before passing it over the bar to him.<br><br>"Wow, that was impressive!" Caleb gushed, playing a role, but genuinely more impressed than he would admit. "Keep the change."<br><br>Caleb slid the large note over to Erin, forcing a smile after downing the smoky green liquor. It actually didn't taste terrible, and the after burn reminded him of the smell of a Christmas tree. He didn't drink often at all, he had to take a moment to compose himself.<br><br>"Would you do one more with me? I'll pay for both." Caleb smiled, hoping that his act passed for charming. <br><br>While Erin mixed the drinks, Caleb glanced down the bar. He needed a distraction, and fast. The moment that Erin dropped the sugar cubes into the drinks, Caleb reached his leg sideways and kicked the shin of some mortal standing a few bodies away. As expected, the fool blamed the man closest to him, and the two started shoving one another. As a result, the crowd shifted abruptly and it was easy for Caleb to reach over and break the pill in his palm in half. He dumped the contents of the capsule into Erin's drink, pulling his arm back while the others were still being separated by security.<br><br>"Some people, just can't handle their booze." Caleb muttered to the Bartender, raising his glass. "To self-control."<br><br><div align="center"><strong>::Present::</strong></div><br>Caleb hadn't slept, it had been tough enough to drag Erin out of the nightclub without being seen, the fact that his faculties were dulled made it that much more difficult. Her coworkers had been very concerned about her, so he eventually had to wrap her in his own sweatshirt and drag her out over one shoulder, so she at least looked conscious. He never slept well on planes, even cushy private jets.<br><br>The morning had been spent in the gym, spending several hours trying to sweat the alcohol out of his system entirely on the treadmill. After an hour or so in the dry sauna, Caleb showered and wore a clean white T-shirt over flat white Khaki shorts and of course his ring on a chain. He wanted to seem human, even if he wasn't anymore.<br><br>It was much to Caleb's chagrin that he found Serena already tormenting the new arrivals with her childish Science Fiction games. It was reality that interested him, and that would ultimately decide Erin's fate. While he didn't care what Serena did with her new recruit, Caleb did not want Erin mistaking any of what was happening for a game.<br><br>"Erin, follow me. I'll explain what's going on and your role in it." Caleb said coldly, leaning into the doorway just long enough to be seen by the blue haired girl. "Just don't try to fight or run. I'd hate to have to hurt you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarissaSeraphOfInsanity</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 05:25:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Elizabeth Pierce</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://static.182.121.4.46.clients.your-server.de/orig/201105/10/black-hair-emo-emo-girl-girl-izzi-murder-long-hair-Favim.com-40207.jpg)<br></div><br><div align="center"><strong>::Last Night::</strong></div><br>It was raining by the time Elizabeth arrived on campus, the familiar tug of the pale silver ring on her finger guiding her steps. Thick droplets of water trickled down her flowing ebony locks as the rain fell in torrents, leaving the thick stones slabs of the courtyard floor drowned beneath deep puddles. She had been working late, as usual, when she first felt the ring’s gentle tug, informing her that she was expected to go find the new Horseman to train and take her place; an incredible annoyance as she was just in the middle of a breakthrough with her newest formula. <br><br>It didn’t take her long to spot her quarry, a young man rushing across the soaking courtyard presumably to get home. “Excusez-moi monsieur!” she called across the pouring rain, her voice soft and pleading. The man turned to look at her as she hurried over to him quickly, his eyes trailing down at the pale, young woman before him. She hadn’t bothered changing out of her lab coat when she received her summons and the white material was drenched enough to turn transparent, revealing only a lace black bra and panties underneath. Elizabeth was a workaholic, and she had been even more busy than usual lately, causing her to often forego such menial everyday tasks like eating, drinking and sleeping. She even cut corners when it came to getting dressed, often simply throwing a lab coat over whatever it was she happened to have slept in on the rare occasion she needed a break. <br><br>“Excusez-moi,” she repeated, her pale, innocent features further disarming the young man. She probably looked like a lost exchange student of some kind and a scantily clad one at that which would serve her purpose well. Under normal circumstances she wouldn’t have bothered introducing herself, simply overwhelming the man’s body with germs until he fainted. It was a common misnomer that the rain caused colds. In actuality it was the fact that germs simply preferred to breed and multiply in cold environments, making the human nose a perfect breeding ground during the rain. All one had to do was keep their nose warm in the rain and they could avoid coming down with something. Had she have been able to strike the man would be overwhelmed in an instant, although the General had rendered her so impotent she was forced to rely on other means. “My English is not so bonne,” she began, slowly crossing the distance between them. “I was wondering-“ <br><br>She didn’t bother finishing her sentence as a pale, dainty hand suddenly lashed up towards the man’s throat, catching him off-guard as a syringe was plunged into his throat. She struck the larynx with her blow, immediately paralysing his vocal chords as he fell; not that anyone would hear a thing over the brewing storm. <br><br>For a moment she stood over the man, the wind and the rain whipping her hair about as she examined the creature for a moment. She could sense synapses firing wildly in alarm before slowing down, and she could see the platelets inside him moving into place to stem the pinprick flow of blood. It was a pitiful, disappointing sight. “Just another meat sack filled with cells and bacteria,” she said coolly. “This had better be worth all the wasted minutes.”<br><br><div align="center"><strong>::Present::</strong></div><br>Elizabeth was sitting in the small room adjoining the cell where the four children they’d all be babysitting were kept, pouring over a set of research notes on her clipboard. The virus she was working on was nearing completion, although there were simply far too many flaws in its present state. To the untrained eye her latest creation was truly horrifying, a fatal disease with a one hundred per cent mortality rate. The virus would attach itself to a host cell, multiplying rapidly until the cell exploded, infecting all those around it. As the disease spread victims would exhibit all the signs of the common cold, before finally succumbing to fatigue and stupefaction. <br><br>Once this occurred the skin would show signs of blotchiness and sagging before finally forming boils and splitting away. As the pain became unbearable many patients began to display signs of dementia and increased aggression, often hurling their decaying bodies at the windows of her testing chamber, before the skin fell away and the muscles liquefied causing death. <br><br>The process was quite disturbing to watch for many, although she had spent untold millennia observed such conditions and remained unfazed by these gruesome scenes. In her eyes the truly disgusting thing wasn’t what happened to the infected but rather the fact she still had failed to work out all the kinks. In some ways she was a victim of her own success; the disease spread so rapidly it actually hampered its potential to spread far enough. Those who were infected were dead within a matter of days and the virus could not survive outside a host body for long, drastically hampering its potential to spread far. She was also having trouble making the virus airborne, while its high rate of mutation drastically hampered its virulence. <br><br>Elizabeth was so obsessed with her notes that she didn’t even hear Serena enter the room until she hit the button for the intercom. “Riki, I am your father!” she breathed dramatically, causing her to jump in surprise. “Serena!” she snapped, her train of thought lost, although the other woman disappeared out the door without hearing her. Rising to her feet, she soon heard the cold voice of Caleb out in the corridor as well. She was rather fond of Caleb; he was professional and disciplined, and he hardly ever disturbing her unless absolutely necessary; a trait which she greatly appreciated. Stepping over to the side of her fellow Horsemen, she coldly peered into the room to look at David’s unconscious form. <br><br>“That messy little protozoa is still unconscious?” she asked coolly, her tone even but a glimmer of annoyance in her eyes. “I can’t imagine I’m going to have much use for someone with such a low resistance to sedatives.” She was busy enough with her research without having to wait on some pitiful sack of cells to wake up. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 18:17:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://foomandoonian.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/colonel-badass.jpeg)<br></div><br><div align="center">::Present Day::<br></div>Eric woke up. Suddenly, as always. Having been a trained soldier all his life, he had learned to doze on the spot and wake up full operational in no time, his brain didn't need any warm up time.<br>He didn't open his eyes. Something was wrong. Many things. For a start he wasn't in his bedroom, the smell wasn't right. Then, judging from the music he could hear, unless he had hooked up with the prime minister wife the night before, he wasn't even in Caracas anymore.<br>Moreover his brain wasn't up to full speed, a strong headache was making his temple pulse.<br>What had happened? He was having breakfast at Pablo, slacking down for a few days, a woman approached, but the memory was too dazed to focus the face.<br><em>"Damn, they got me. Whoever 'they' is."</em><br>People were talking on his side, so he slowly rolled over, as he was still asleep, and peeked from a little slid in his eyelid.<br>He was in a well lit room. An Asian guy was standing few meters away. <em>"Koreans? Haven't been there in 8 years, are they still holding a grudge?"</em> In front of the guy there was a punk girl weaving a fake light-saber. <em>"She wears standard ordinance Albanian combat boots. W'the hell is happening?"</em><br>He just managed to see a man being followed by a girl with blue hair when another teenager girl, that looked halfway between a mad scientist and a cheerleader stepped in.<br><em>"Yeah, I'm still in Caracas, they just exaggerated with the mescaline when they doped me."</em><br><br>Had he been younger he would have jumped on his feet, snapped the punk neck and ran for the door ready to spread havoc. Time had taught him that information gathering goes a great deal further than just a wall of lead.<br>He opened his eyes and raised to his feet in a smooth movement, feeling his head still light from the drug. "So what's going on here" he asked to the three people there, still unsure if they where real or just an hallucination.
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				Post by: <strong>Breathless Intent</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 11:12:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i54.tinypic.com/291jodg.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>::Last Night::</strong></div><br>A buzzing medley of white noise reverberated in the otherwise silent lab. The varying pitch vacillated between the flicking sound of florescent lights, the chugging fan of an open laptop, and the whirr caused by myriad heating and cooling units that controlled the precise temperatures of the 600 serpents coiled in a multitude of containment units. Amidst that sterile environment, a hunched figure sat at a table stacked with books and notes, scribbling madly to affix calculations and hypotheses to paper before they fled his mind. <br><br>An electronic alarm, in imitation of a siren, blared from a cell phone placed atop one of those stacks of papers. Heaving a heavy sigh, the hunched figure straightened and rolled his broad shoulders. Ten hours at the serpentarium had given him knots in every muscle of his back and neck. The alarm had been set for 11pm and he knew he ought to wrap up before it got any later. <em>Still…</em>He shook his head and resolutely decided to hold to his schedule and started packing up his supplies. <br><br>Large hands stilled their efficient flow at the sing-songy lilt of a light feminine voice, “David! What a pleasant surprise!”. <em>Fuck! I should have left at 10.</em> Turning slowly, a forced smile spread across his lips as he laid eyes on the tall blonde in the entryway to the lab. Mandy had been hounding him for weeks, thinking she was subtle with her flirts and hints that they should hang out. Truth was, he wasn’t the least bit interested in her, or anyone else for that matter. He had been goal oriented since he was a kid, and now his goal was to immerse himself in research and begin his graduate work on the right foot. What he didn’t need was a leggy undergrad looking for her MRS degree. <br><br>“Hey. I’m actually just heading out. Gotta catch up with Ron and go over some stuff about the Texas coral, you understand?” He flashed a charming smile that had her stammering effusive words of understanding and hopes of seeing him the next day. Nodding noncommittally, David slung his backpack over his shoulder and dashed out of the lab and into the pounding rain. With his head ducked down and shoulders hunched against the onslaught, he trudged through the campus with his mind still racing with thoughts of the venom he had been studying earlier. <br><br>Lost in his inner musings, at first he didn’t notice the diminutive woman across the quad. It wasn’t until he heard her soft plaintive cries that he even looked up. <em>What the hell…? Did a stripper get lost or something? </em>Dark brown eyes turned to the woman as a hand swept up to push back the length of dark red hair that had been obscuring his vision. She was a pretty little thing and probably cost a fair bit of change for whatever frat party she was headed to. With a polite smile, he listened to her broken English and tried to figure out how quickly he could point her in the right direction. That patient look did not have time to shift before the tiny thing shot up at him and sent him into oblivion. <br><br><div align="center"><strong>::Present::</strong></div><br>David’s inert frame rested still as stone on the pallet he had been placed on, bright red hair a sharp contrast to the sterile white pillow his head rested on. He was floating along in a ridiculous dream about a deadly stripper with one long fang and the most intoxicating venom he had ever seen. The odd dreams were finally intruded upon by some loud sounds coming from the other end of the room. With a groaning rumble, he turned over onto his stomach and pulled the pillow over his head to drown out the sound, his muffled voice calling out “Don’t make me kick your ass, Ron! I just need a couple more hours.” <br><br>When the noise continued, he huffed an agitated breath into the sheets and finally pushed himself up to snarl at his unruly roommate. Once blurry eyes focused on the world around him, he was suddenly thrust into the reality of the situation. Surrounded by strangers in a decidedly unknown location, his brain jumped into overdrive. <em>Where am I? Who are these people? What the FUCK is going on?</em> His every muscle was tense and his eyes began darting around to find any clue as to what was going on. There was a nut job chick with a Darth Vadar mask and toy light saber, a pissed off blue haired girl, a somewhat calm Asian dude, and a buff old man. <br><br>Just then a tall pale man arrived and called to one of the strangers, voicing his intention to explain the situation. David wanted to rush the guy, to push past him and fight his way out. But where exactly was “out” and who was to say that getting past that one man would really get him anywhere but back in this room? Rising to his full height, he called out after the retreating form of the man, “Hey! Hey wait, what about the rest of us!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>02-02-2012, 20:10:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/spacer.gif)(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/Evonne/evonne_02.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>::One Day Ago::</strong></div><br>She'd always hated the short intermissions between one charge and the next; that small amount of wasted time where she neither had her powers or someone who would wield them in her stead. Mostly she hated how her ring would push her to follow an unknown path as she sought out the next of her horsemen. There were times where she pushed the limits of her ring, where she ignored the call for as long as possible and didn't gather up her charge until much later.<br><br>Unfortunately for Evonne, her soon to be charge had decided to travel to Caracas, thus ruining her plans of pushing her previously set time record. The place he had chosen to eat was a small and dark, slightly run down, eatery called <em>Pablo's</em>. She was sitting in a far corner and had used what little power she still had to pull some darkness around her to keep from being noticed.<br><br>There had been a time when she hadn't had to do this - a time where her power had been fully hers to wield and control. She often remembered those days with a sorrowful kind of longing. The rush she had gotten whenever a command was sent out was something she stilled ached for; it was something she envied her temporary charges of and, more often than not, she tended to take our her frustration on them. Her treatment of her newest acquisition hadn't been decided on yet, as she was waiting to meet him. Once she had determined his attitude and personality, then she would decide.<br><br>His order came and he started eating, still alert to everything around him. He was a promising subject – at least that much she could tell – and possibly held more potential than the last idiot she had been saddled with.<br><br>Evonne closed her&nbsp; eyes and thought back to when <em>she</em> had been the one to start and end wars. She had whispered into the ears of kings and knights – promised them things in their dreams as she beckoned them to war with friends and enemies alike. Generals and foot soldiers alike had fallen under her spell, rushing forth without truly knowing where the want of battle had come from. It was like an unquenchable thirst: the more she yearned for it, the more aware she was that her power would never again be fully hers.<br><br>She was pulled out of her musings by a rather insistent tug, her ring acknowledging that the one it had chosen for the task was not even twenty feet away. For a moment she looked at it, her thumb rubbing the bright ruby before twisting it back around. It was rare for her to take it off, the last time had been at least a hundred years ago, and a callus had formed on the middle finger of her left hand, above and below where the ring sat. Sighing, she stood up, dusting invisible dust from her clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=43174028). It had been sometime in the late sixties that she had started reading spy novels and while she never found any of them believable, she had rather liked the idea of dressing like one. It had taken her a few years, but now she had a wardrobe that she could say she was proud of.<br><br>Her black trousers were of the finest material, cut to give the illusion of height and sewn to fit her body perfectly. The blouse she wore was a simple, striped button down, the dark-ish red stripes the only hint of color she wore. She had a thick wool trench coat, dark grey and reaching down to the middle of her thigh. It was buttoned, the material hugging her slim form perfectly. A soft white scarf of Scottish cashmere was wrapped around her neck, hiding the one piece of jewelry she wore for adornment. Her boots, practical while still being fashionable, gave her additional height and helped to somewhat mask her petite nature.<br><br>It was getting to be late morning and Evonne glanced at her wrist watch, a delicate band of black leather and silver setting. Time had always fascinated her and she would often sit and watch the seconds tick by, knowing that she could sit there for centuries and not perish. With a shake of her head she signaled to the two large men that accompanied her, hired help paid for by funds she had from readily available fortunes, and walked to the man that would be her charge. The men walked around him, still lightly hidden so as not to spook him, and at her nod injected him with a sedative. She watched dispassionately as he slumped over and was caught.<br><br>"Get him into the car, I want to leave as soon as possible."<br><br>If there was one thing that Evonne had learned through the centuries, it was to always be prepared. She was always at least ten steps ahead, her mind playing out every scenario possible for her as she planned her next moves. It was a side effect, of sorts, and she'd honed the skill until everything she did seemed to fall perfectly into place as expected. One thing she had done was to make sure she had the financial resources to move about the world with no limits. Small investments in the past had paid off largely over the years and she now had more than enough available to do what she needed and, when necessary, to hire others to do it for her.<br><br>Outside a large black SUV was waiting, the tinted windows not letting anyone see into the vehicle. The men carrying her charge dragged him outside and put him in the back as she got in, her thumb twisting the silver ring around her finger.<br><br><br><div align="center"><strong>::Present Day::</strong></div><br>When Evonne finally made her way downstairs the others had already arrived. She stood back and watched them, still amazed after all this time at how different they all were. Regardless of what they each felt or thought, her fellow horsemen, and the general, were all the family she had. A small smile lifted the corner of her lips as Serena tormented the poor souls inside the holding room, her antics lightening the dark mood that had begun to settle on her.<br><br>She wasn't looking forward to the task of training up a new charge and had woken up jet lagged and in a rather foul mood. Her outfit today was much simpler (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=43174521): dark jeans, a lacy white blouse, and dark red pumps with five inch heels. A delicate silver chain hung around her neck, the antique sword shaped pendant glinting delicately in the light.<br><br>Caleb walked in, quiet and solemn as always, and ordered the girl he had been assigned to follow. As he walked out, Evonne made her way into the room, giving him a nod and a smile as they passed each other.<br><br>"So what's going on here?"<br><br>Evonne stopped just inside the door and stared at the man she would be teaching everything to. He was older than she was accustomed to and stood starkly out of place among everyone else. That alone gave her some hope that he wouldn't be as hard to train as some past charges had proven to be.<br><br>Just then the tall red headed young man stood up and yelled after Caleb. "Hey! Hey wait, what about the rest of us! "<br><br>Evonne raised an eyebrow at him, her look full of cold condescension. She said nothing, however, preferring to leave him in the hands of Elizabeth. Her sigh was impatient as she turned back to her own charge.<br><br>"Mr. Salt, we have much to discuss. If you'd do me the favor of following, I'll explain everything to you. " She gestured toward the door and after waiting only a second, walked out.<br><br>Her heels echoed in the hallway, a sound she'd learned to love decades ago, as she headed for the stairwell. Evonne would show him to his room first. After that – after that she'd finally decide on how this one would be treated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 01:18:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/998d3c64f438e1df272aeff35a41da14-1.jpg)</div>"oh you'd <em>hate</em> to have to hurt me." Erin mocked under her breath as she tossed her hair looking at the mottely crew gathered in the room showing no sign of knowing any more then she herself did and back towards the door way where the blond man had been for a moment before disappearing. "Bloody hell." she said a scowl twisting her mouth as she came to the logical conclusion that she had no other choice. Annoyed she walked across the room irritation evident in her very stride, in the sharp click of her heels as she walked.<br><br>She glared at the little goth girl that to her eyes looked young and innocent and even more guilt for that virtue. Evil people should look evil, it should be tattooed on their forehead as far as Erin was concerned, it would make life a hell of a lot easier.&nbsp; The others in the door way a rather strict looking female and another girl who looked vaguely gothic though it was more a trait of coloring then clothing didn't escape Erin's glare either. These people were sick as far as she was concerned. What kind of people stole other people with seeming no reason? It was crazy. At least back home if someone took you or if you disappeared there was a reason even if it was a stupid one. These people certainly didn't look like the mob types Erin was used to seeing, so what the hell how had she managed to gain their attention and even more important why did they take her?<br><br>She caught up with the blond man who looked something like an albino after a few hurried steps and stepped in front of him forcing him to stop. "I want answers now." She said her voice stern and strong. It was a voice she used to deal with troublesome customers and assholes at work that worked fairly well most of the time.<br><br>Close to him as she was she took stalk of him for the first time, nothing his fair coloring and white clothing, the blond hair and light blue eyes and something in her mind clicked. She remembered him, the Absinthe the fight at the bar and then nothing. Her dark eyes when wide for a fraction of a moment as the memory surfaced in her mind then they narrowed dangerously till they glittered with anger "You." She breathed the word an accusing hiss. "It was you." she said her body going tense as her anger and fear exploded inside her. "You took me" She yelled loosing her loose hold on control to the swarming anger and fear within her.<br><br>Erin gave in to instincts that her brothers had pounded into her since she was far too young to remember. Her fist clenched and before she could think she swung at him aiming her small fist with a single flat ring around her middle finger at his nose. It was a stupid move she knew it even as she did it, she was small even for a girl but the instinct was far to ingrained to care about logistics in that moment. She was panicky and her fear turned outward to anger and he made a great target for her anger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 02:43:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ifdb.co/images/dennis_johnson/22362/medium)</div>Caleb acknowledged his fellow "Mentors" as they all made their way to their charges. Some were loudmouthed, like the Ginger Cunt who called after him, demanding answers. Caleb felt less confident by the second that these weak mortals would grow to become the riders who would drag the world to its knees. One of the recruits was an older man who looked like he could handle himself in a fight, he almost envied Evonne such a seasoned recruit.<br><br>When Evonne nodded her greeting to him, Caleb placed a hand on her shoulder briefly to get her attention.<br><br>"Evonne, I'd like to borrow some guns once my new bitch is housebroken. I need to teach her to shoot until she learns to harness her powers." Caleb muttered conspiratorially to the woman with whom he'd shared a bathroom for the past several millenia. "Lots of ammo too, just in case she's as worthless as she looks."<br><br>Caleb already had a full day in mind for young Erin, and he didn't have time to stand around and explain himself. Sooner or later, "Because I said so" would have to be a good enough reason for her to do as she was told. The sound of her shoes told him just how far they had to get before she was ready. High, clumpy heels that she'd be useless in and tight jeans. She'd need to change which would put them farther behind schedule.<br><br>Just as he was turning toward the staircase, to move down to the gym, Erin stepped in front of Caleb and halted his progress. He sighed as she demanded this and that, eventually recalling him from the club. There was no time for her slow wits to piece things together. He was about to admit to abducting her when she seemed to break with reason. She took a sloppy, off balance swing at him.<br><br>Caleb rolled his eyes, leaning away from her fist and catching her wrist in front of his chest. Strong fingers took hold of her pinky finger, he bent it over itself in a practiced squeeze and tried to touch her fingernail to her knuckle, nearly snapping the slender bone and causing her agony. He twisted her arm next, turning her wrist over and locking her shoulder as he stepped one foot behind her and pushed her easily onto her back with her straightened arm. Once she landed hard on her back, Caleb bent his knee into her elbow, adding a new level to her agony and very nearly snapping her arm in half.<br><br>"Despite your sarcasm, I took no pleasure in that." Caleb said as dryly as if he were commenting on the weather, not caring how much Erin heard over her own screams. "Simply put, you are here because it is the will of God. If it were my decision, I'd break your arm in eight places and toss you out with the trash. As a servant of God and His Kingdom, however, I'm bound to prepare you for the mantle you must bear. Now, get up and follow me. Your question privileges have been revoked. You'll need to change your clothes. Now follow me."<br><br>Once Erin seemed to have calmed herself, Caleb stood up again, taking the pressure off of her elbow. He maintained the agonizing grip on her pinky while he slid the twin ring that matched his own onto her middle finger of the hand she'd swung at him with. Once the ring was placed securely on her finger, he sighed and released her completely. He stepped over her body to head down to the gym, hoping that they had a pair of tennis shoes in Erin's size.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-02-2012, 23:29:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/a55710d7932fa4b4fd785c2dded7d7c3-2.png)</div> Erin knew when she saw him roll his eyes that she was in trouble. Most people were just caught off guard that she would throw a punch that had a bit of power behind it for her small size. If her brothers taught her anything it was how to throw and take a punch. They'd always been the rough and tumble type being raised by them and an equally rough father lead to a rather interesting childhood.<br><br>He grabbed her wrist with what seemed to be very little effort. Erin let out a scream of pain when he bent back her pinky till she thought it would snap. Tears flooded her eyes and she bit her lip trying not to scream but whimpers of pain escaping her throat with every heart beat. Next he twisted her arm and she winced in pain and then she found herself on her back the man looming above her looking passionless, cold as he kneeled into her elbow and she moaned in abject pain closing her eyes against it trying to block it out as he cold voice cut the silence.<br><br>She opened her eyes enough to glare at him as he started to speak, he may not have taken any pleasure in it but he sure as hell didn't seem upset for 'having' to do it. Her opinion of her already so high just rose and rose. He spoke of god and destiny and some mantle. It was all a bunch of gibberish to a girl who hadn't cracked open a bible since she was in preschool. She was still trying to make sense of his rather cryptic answers when he said her questioning privileges had been revoked. Even in pain as she was she managed to roll her eyes. Erin was an expert at ignoring things that didn't serve her, the pain trying to pull her into the blackness of oblivion didn't serve her in the least so she ignored it instead focusing on the man looming over her.<br><br>he went on to say she had to change her clothing and she just shrugged like she didn't care, breathing harshly as she tried to fight through the pain. Finally the bastard got off her arm and she hissed in relief. He kept the grip on her pinky as he slide something onto her slender middle finger. Finally he let go of her completely and her whole body sagged in relief. <br><br>She stayed there on the floor just laying there breathing harshly as he walked away uncaring as to where he went for those fragile moment. Finally she gathered the strength to sit up and lean against the wall. She wiped her forehead where sweat had prickled and lifted her blue and black hair off the base of her neck twisting it into a messy bun. Finally she looked at the ring he'd put on her finger tip. It was a gold band a metal she never wore because of the way it clashed with her skin tone and a green stone that looked like peridot. She wasn't overly fond of it immediately, it wasn't something she would have picked for herself but as she twisted it around her finger she decided she liked it. It felt right there sitting against her skin.<br><br>Finally Erin forced herself to her feet her hand and elbow still red from the mans rough quiet easily termed cruel treatment of her and she followed the direction he'd walked down the hall way. The whole place she was starting to notice was all white. That would start to annoy her soon enough. She turned a corner and saw the man walk into another room. Taking a deep breath she followed him choosing a path in her life because even though she was fairly certain at this point she despised him and his passionless cold nature something about him like the night before pulled at her made it impossible to ignore. Knowing she was probably making a mistake not taking the opportunity to run and try to escape she pushed open the door and settled a hand on her hip looking around the gym.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarissaSeraphOfInsanity</strong> on <strong>04-02-2012, 11:37:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Elizabeth Pierce</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://static.182.121.4.46.clients.your-server.de/orig/201105/10/black-hair-emo-emo-girl-girl-izzi-murder-long-hair-Favim.com-40207.jpg)<br></div><br>No sooner had Elizabeth spoken when a sudden flicker of movement at the periphery of her vision caught her attention. A million tiny lights seemed to ignite inside her ward’s skull, and a soft crackling noise filled her well-trained ears, an indicator that synapses were starting to fire up. His skin seemed alive with crawling beings as a billion billion cells awakened beneath his flesh in a flurry of movement and activity. At first it started out slowly, a barrage of lights descending from the stem of his brain along his spine, before finally spreading across his body to tighten limp muscles. Slowly she cocked her head to the side, her blank expression forming into one of scientific interest as almost immediately the bundle of muscles that controlled his jaw began to heat up, stretching out to move his mouth as speech began to form. “Don’t make me kick your ass, Ron!” he mumbled sleepily. “I just need a few couple hours.”<br><br>Idiot. <br><br>A gentle pounding filled her ears as the muscles of his heart began to speed up, facilitating a rush of blood to his brain to stimulate awareness. Her nostrils flared slightly as a disgusting and yet intoxicating scent filled the air, his body releasing a series of hormones and chemicals that would coalesce inside him to form a complex cocktail of emotions and thoughts. What she was smelling was quite literally the scent of fear.<br><br>It seemed David was finally awake. <br><br>She studied him coolly as he sat up, watching his eyes dart around the room like a startled animal, while his muscles tightened so visibly that even someone without her gift for watching the movement of cells could see how tense he was. His brain continued lighting up like a Christmas tree, although in no unique or interesting ways. His cognitive patterns seemed utterly unremarkable, displaying neither keen awareness, detached calmness or any kind of exceptional trait she might find useful; of all the bundled sacks of bacteria on the planet, her ring had once again guided her to one more suited to being her test subject than her protégé. <br><br>She never broke her gaze with the man as she stepped aside to allow the blue-haired beauty to pass, her nostrils flaring once again as the powerful scent of alcohol and sedative drugs wafted through the air, being sweated out through her pores. Almost immediately David sprang to his feet, calling out after Caleb. “Hey! Hey wait, what about the rest of us?!” he cried at Caleb’s back, eliciting a cold, icy stare from her, indicating she didn’t approve of his insolence. Slowly she extended a slender, pale finger, beckoning for him to follow her as she stepped out the room without even bothering to see if he’d follow. <br><br>This was always her least favourite part; the questions and the small talk. As a woman of science she appreciated the hunger and drive of a person to acquire important knowledge, and she presumed that in this sort of situation that information on a captor would be at the top of most people’s lists of “important knowledge”. However she was a very busy woman, far too busy to talk about anything besides her work at the best of times, and these noisy, bratty little bacterium always wasted her time with irrelevant, inconsequential and utterly unimportant questions. As David fell into step behind her she spoke up, not bothering to turn back to look at him.<br><br>“I’m a very busy woman and your questions will have to wait. I have many names; you will refer to me as Dr. Pierce. Now I have much more important tasks than babysitting you but unfortunately my <em>master</em>” she said, that last word dripping with thinly veiled disdain, “requires me to fit you into that busy schedule. If you want to make it out of here alive you will follow my every instruction without question or hesitation.” Maintaining her brisk, efficient pace, she turned her head over her shoulder to look at the man. “Even the slightest disturbance, question or inefficiency that makes teaching you take longer than expected will be dealt with severely, understood?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flaming</strong> on <strong>06-02-2012, 22:42:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://foomandoonian.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/colonel-badass.jpeg)<br></div><br><em>"Really?"</em> Eric thought.<br>He was standing there, in what seemed a buffoon meeting, and a <em>Pommy</em>, a <em>Pommy</em> girl, just walked in, addressed him like he was some kind of puppy, and walked away. If the situation had been different, hadn't he been in a room full of clowns, he would have ignored that pompous high heeled girl. But war teaches you to adapt and that up-tightness is good only when you are off field.<br><br>He followed the girl, or was she a woman? At his age telling the difference had become hard sometimes. Nowadays teenagers were dressing up like hookers and wordly-wise women used surgery as often as toothbrushes.<br>Walking behind her he took a good look at the frame. <em>"Six feet, no, five-five at most, she walks on stilts. Hundred-forty pounds, clothes included. I bet I can pull her up with one arm."</em> She was wearing a loose blouse, if she had a concealed weapon it couldn't be more than a pencil sharpener.<br>Eric wasn't feeling threatened, not from the female, but was still wary, in his field of work, people don't outrun their forties by being cocky. For this reason when his gaze wandered down the girl's hips and legs, it only marginally registered the wiggle of her walk in those dark jeans. An information unconsciously stored in his brain eventually to be recalled in more relaxed times.<br><br>They passed the pale guy and the blue haired chick that had preceded them. It seemed he was teaching her some manners. Eric didn't glitch, he had this rule about not minding the business of others, if not paid. Besides, a hundred pounds girl should know better than mess up with a guy a feet taller than her, if not, the sooner she was going to learn that lesson the better. So he kept following the other woman along a corridor of some kind of facility. What stroke him were the man words: he didn't get the whole conversation but did he mentioned God? Who were these people? They weren't islamic terrorists, that was obvious, so why the religious talks? He kept his questions to himself: if they were going to give him information they would have done, if not, asking wasn't going to change things and talking would have only meant to admit weakness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Destiny::Apocalypse</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>09-02-2012, 20:53:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/spacer.gif)(http://i1094.photobucket.com/albums/i444/reia-elliquiy/Character%20Profiles/Evonne/evonne_02.png)</div>Evonne had acknowledged Caleb's request with a faint smirk and a nod; they had worked together for long enough to know exactly what the other needed. And seeing how his pint sized charge was behaving as she and Mr. Salt walked by, she would make sure to provide more than enough ammo. Caleb's words followed them as she led the way to the staircase leading up to the main level of the house and Evonne found herself once again wishing she had his faith.<br><br>Her heels clicked on each of the steps, a hollow sounding snap that echoed loudly in the stairwell, as they made their way up. For now, she would gloss over the majority of the house and its features. First she would take him to his room and get a sense of who exactly the man she had been burdened was. When they reached the main level she stepped out through the door and made her way to the central staircase that led up to the living quarters.<br><br>The house was elegant and held an old world charm, the dark wood and rich colors a sharp contrast to the almost blinding quality of the training facilities downstairs. Evonne came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs and turned to look at her charge. She had felt his eyes on her and wondered if he would be like many of the countless men before him.<br><br>"This is the main area of the house, our rooms are on the second floor, and yours on the third. Attic is off limits. I'll give you a full tour once I've shown you where you'll be staying."<br><br>She didn't feel the need for further conversation and headed up the stairs, fully expecting him to follow. From the little she had already learned of the man, he would – if only to see what he could learn about the place. The stairs were covered in carpet, the thick material softening the sound of her shoes as they moved up to the second and then the third floor of the house.&nbsp; It was a simple set up, one she found to be satisfyingly efficient, and one that she found let her keep a close eye on her charges.<br><br>"There are four rooms on this level, yours is through that door." The door she gestured toward was directly in front of them, on the right. It was made of a dark, almost black, wood and polished to a high shine. She walked to it and put her hand on the black metal handle, pausing to look back at her charge. The look in her eyes was cold, a dangerous glint lurking behind her bored demeanor. "There are no locks on any of these rooms. At no point are you to try to create a lock of any sort or bar the door in a way that would prevent entrance."<br><br>With that, she opened the door and stepped inside. The room was average sized with a large window and a single door, that lead out onto a small balcony, across from the main door. A simple twin sized bed jutted out from the wall next to the door, the headboard and footboard made of the same dark material as the door. The desk, matching the bed and door, was situated across from the bed in an alcove with tall stained glass windows, the dark red glass casting a warm glow on the wood. Another door, narrower than the others, was on the right wall next to the bed and opened to a small walk-in closet. On the left wall was yet another door, this one leading to the small and efficient bathroom that was shared between the two horsemen on this side of the floor; next to the door was a full length mirror. The walls were a dark cherry red and the floor was of a wood that was only slightly less dark than that of the furniture. There was minimal lighting, a lamp on the desk and a few sconces on the walls, each casting a yellowish glow on the walls.<br><br>Evonne didn't wait to see if he had stepped in and quickly pointed things out to him. "You have a bed, desk with a chair, and closet. The mirror attached to the wall is to stay there, but you may move the furniture around as you wish. Inside the closet you will find a selection of clothes and personal items from your home." She walked to the window, pulled the desk chair out of its spot and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. Her foot bobbed in the air lazily, the red shoe a bright splash of color in the otherwise dark room. "You share a bathroom with the girl in the room next to yours. All your toiletries were taken and are in a bin in your closet."<br><br>"General maintenance and housekeeping duties are your sole responsibilities. If you wish to split said responsibilities in regards to the bathroom, that is your decision alone and I do not expect to be trifled with should there be any disputes." Her smile was mocking as she waved a hand at him. "Have a look around, Mr. Salt, as this is to be your home for the next fifty years."<br><br>This was the moment she had been waiting for. She settled back in the chair and watched him, carefully cataloguing his every movement and gesture for later perusal.
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