I'm Sending Nyssa into the Side mission on this one, keeps number quite even. man such a tough choice!
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Cleo D'Nile
Location: Avalon.
Interacting With: Drake @Marrok; Nik @webboysurf
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A yelp had escaped her lips when the Sluagh grabbed a hold of her young blonde it seemed at the time her drunken idea was a bloody good one, hit a leg ligament and it would fall on the floor, of course just all the horror movies she had watched behind the pillow fort she creates, her idea didn’t work and now she was in it grasp.
Before Cleo could really do anything else to try and free herself or be eaten, well in her mind be eaten, the Sluagh did nothing like that and in fact launched her away, threw her with pretty excessive force, or at least it felt like it as her world was just spinning around and around as everything was a blur during the flight and just missing Drake in the process.
Soon enough Cleo came to a crashing halt, probably smashing into some of the tables and chair before the wall itself which made her eyes shot wide open in shock as if she wanted to say something but nothing would escape her lips, just bucket ton of pain and little to next movement from herself from the impact. Things started to go black from that point onwards as the blonde lost consciousness lying in a pile of rubble as her body lay limp and defenceless from anything that was happening around her while the sight of blood trickled out of her mouth.
Interacting With: Drake @Marrok; Nik @webboysurf
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A yelp had escaped her lips when the Sluagh grabbed a hold of her young blonde it seemed at the time her drunken idea was a bloody good one, hit a leg ligament and it would fall on the floor, of course just all the horror movies she had watched behind the pillow fort she creates, her idea didn’t work and now she was in it grasp.
Before Cleo could really do anything else to try and free herself or be eaten, well in her mind be eaten, the Sluagh did nothing like that and in fact launched her away, threw her with pretty excessive force, or at least it felt like it as her world was just spinning around and around as everything was a blur during the flight and just missing Drake in the process.
Soon enough Cleo came to a crashing halt, probably smashing into some of the tables and chair before the wall itself which made her eyes shot wide open in shock as if she wanted to say something but nothing would escape her lips, just bucket ton of pain and little to next movement from herself from the impact. Things started to go black from that point onwards as the blonde lost consciousness lying in a pile of rubble as her body lay limp and defenceless from anything that was happening around her while the sight of blood trickled out of her mouth.
Cleo D'Nile
Location: Avalon.
Interacting With: Drake @Marrok; Nik @webboysurf
Mention: Nathan.
And so it was on ‘On like Donkey Kong’ Cleo thought to herself after seeing captain flame on after several? a couple? Of attempts to light himself up, it seems he was confused of her bleeding arm. “I got bloody shot” for now though, she needed to keep her mind of the pain as it would only cause her more distraction while the adrenaline was alcohol was enough to have her at least do something stupid to somehow take on this thing.
After observing Drake launch a drink at the beast, such a waste of perfectly good alcohol of something, he then did his attack doing some sort of Kame Hame. Cleo had a confused look about her for a moment. “Dude did you just really quote Dragon Ball Z?” cheekily grins before being distracted by the beast now being lit up like a Christmas tree.
The things really did get weirder, by this point Nathan and Nik had joined into the fight, the melee combat had begun and by this point was perfect for Cleo’s drunken but actually sound plan that formulated in her mind, right now she was forgotten about, unnoticed, which was what she needed for this to work.
Again she delayed with what Nathan was holding, it looked like a blade of blood ‘Ewe gross’ she thought to herself. Or maybe she was just imagining some fucked up shit right now. But both men were working together to the beat of the music now less. Cleo smiled. “Now you see me” she said before disappearing from sight for a few moments, flanking sneaking into position before picking up speed to the beast right.
Sliding in onto the dancefloor from the beast right, Cleo literally slide in on her side, not that really anyone could see this amazing piece of mastery from the blonde, right up to the side of the beast’s leg, stopping at a kneeling on one knee position before driving the broken piece of wooden leg right into the back of the beast’s right leg. Cleo smiled at her own little triumph, surely it would slow it down she hoped….
Again another sharp pain from her arm distracted her and she placed her hand on it to apply pressure, it was only at that moment she realized, she was no longer invisible and slowly turned to look up at the monster. “Oh Shit.” She said under her breath at the realization as a worried smile appeared on her lips. “Uhm… Hi.” The music was loud so it’s more than likely no one could hear her, or her hear them, but for some stupid reason Cleo froze in that moment.
Interacting With: Drake @Marrok; Nik @webboysurf
Mention: Nathan.
And so it was on ‘On like Donkey Kong’ Cleo thought to herself after seeing captain flame on after several? a couple? Of attempts to light himself up, it seems he was confused of her bleeding arm. “I got bloody shot” for now though, she needed to keep her mind of the pain as it would only cause her more distraction while the adrenaline was alcohol was enough to have her at least do something stupid to somehow take on this thing.
After observing Drake launch a drink at the beast, such a waste of perfectly good alcohol of something, he then did his attack doing some sort of Kame Hame. Cleo had a confused look about her for a moment. “Dude did you just really quote Dragon Ball Z?” cheekily grins before being distracted by the beast now being lit up like a Christmas tree.
The things really did get weirder, by this point Nathan and Nik had joined into the fight, the melee combat had begun and by this point was perfect for Cleo’s drunken but actually sound plan that formulated in her mind, right now she was forgotten about, unnoticed, which was what she needed for this to work.
Again she delayed with what Nathan was holding, it looked like a blade of blood ‘Ewe gross’ she thought to herself. Or maybe she was just imagining some fucked up shit right now. But both men were working together to the beat of the music now less. Cleo smiled. “Now you see me” she said before disappearing from sight for a few moments, flanking sneaking into position before picking up speed to the beast right.
Sliding in onto the dancefloor from the beast right, Cleo literally slide in on her side, not that really anyone could see this amazing piece of mastery from the blonde, right up to the side of the beast’s leg, stopping at a kneeling on one knee position before driving the broken piece of wooden leg right into the back of the beast’s right leg. Cleo smiled at her own little triumph, surely it would slow it down she hoped….
Again another sharp pain from her arm distracted her and she placed her hand on it to apply pressure, it was only at that moment she realized, she was no longer invisible and slowly turned to look up at the monster. “Oh Shit.” She said under her breath at the realization as a worried smile appeared on her lips. “Uhm… Hi.” The music was loud so it’s more than likely no one could hear her, or her hear them, but for some stupid reason Cleo froze in that moment.
Nyssa Devout
Location: Red Hood Keep
Interacting With: none/open
Mention: Everyone.
Nyssa stood with the group as Commander Rouge had been doing a pretty grand speech, one that was straight to the point and spelled out clearly what their purpose and life was truly going to be about now, inspiring but demanded respect. She introduced some other reds and pretty much announced that other monsters were among them… Of course there would be, there were rumours what the reds did, even amongst the order she was with before coming here of what they did, only now she would be living in it.
Soon Finlay who was now responsible for the new merry band of misfits had taken them towards the rooms they would be staying in, even bunking up with these strangers. It was made clear, work together and have chance to live or simply die. The gravity of this new life was sinking in on Nyssa’s mind as she watched on, remaining silent. When they arrived her name was called out with several others, Album, O’Shay and Whitlock were to share the room on the right with her.
Nyssa was now standing there with the group, quietly she observed the group she was with, taking in their actions, appearance or anything that would give her an insight as to what or whom they were about, no doubt like herself, they all had a path that lead them to this keep, a story no doubt to tell. “Lehta.” A redhead randomly spoke up and within seconds her chains came off, this certainly got the attention of Nyssa and had her kind of straightened up as she watched on with intrigue as she introduced herself as Brighid O’Shay.
She went on a grand speech herself, explaining what she did not want to be called while actually pointing out what everyone was, but what got Nyssa’s attention the most was when the woman had pointed her out as a newly turned, that alone would complicate matters in a place like this for the white haired woman, even if she was wrong, Nyssa would know doubt have to have a word with this woman. ‘Of course she would be a spellcaster, but a werewolf I did not foresee’ Nyssa thought as the woman released the chains of from the others, but found herself looking over a lot to the Vampire.
After that is another young lady had spoken up, her words left Nyssa believe that she knew of Brighid before arriving here… and seemed to freak out at the actions of the redhead for releasing those that were forced to come here, she could relate of course, it was a dangerous and even a silly move, but one that showed initiative and believed in her actions and that Nyssa could respect, either way the other wanted them back in chains but what was done is done.
Eliza was her name, she seemed like a sweet enough type, not what you would expect to turn up here but another spellcaster but was human, might make her life here a little easier, it did actually amuse her that Eliza wanted everyone to get on and be friends, but far as Nyssa was concerned trust was needed but at least this spellcaster seemed to have her heart in the right place. Whitlock soon introduced himself, he kept it sweet and short and showed no desire putting the chains on, that was at least two now that she knew was sharing the room with her.
Other soon introduced themselves, Vitius, the vampire, that alone was enough to have Nyssa wanting to go right over there and kill him, a low growl did escape her lips but it appeared no one had noticed, but if stares could kill, he’d be on the floor right now. Sadon, a young man that had a name that sounded familiar but here it mattered not, maybe more about his family name will show itself in time.
Nyssa had at this point felt it was worth introducing herself, it was formal at least for other to know her name at the very least, she went to open her mouth…
“Don’t fecking try anything, bloodsucker. One move, and this arrow’s in your chest.”
This alone had Nyssa look over at the man that spoke, the idiot was armed with a bow and arrow, and armed he was, raised and pointed directly at Vitius, okay she was certainly amused at this sight already, a smile slightly cracking up on her lips, now things got interesting and if she had coin, hell she’d probably pay him to shoot it… what did he call it bloodsucker? Down, although, she would not appreciate it that much if he called her that, most likely be a very different conversation indeed.
And well after that, it just spiralled out of control, it was only a matter of time when you cram human and a myriad of monsters or in her case, the best of both worlds in a corridor together. A fully armoured man decided it be a great idea to shove his sword upon Brighid’s throat and blast about unauthorized use of magic, well Nyssa would be more than happy to tell that idiot that he just unsheathed his weapon without authorization to, and weather that woman was werewolf, Nyssa felt it was totally unnecessary to put a blade to a woman’s throat, his reaction to arm himself was good and be handy in a combat situation but not this one, if only she could smack the yellow out of his teeth.
Everything went in a blur, arrows though, did not go flying, a pity really the guy should never of gave that thing over there to even get anywhere near him. And then that poor boy stepped in the way, yes that would make it more complicated, the kid tried to stop it, it was cute but admirable, just even Vitius touching him had Nyssa fight every impulse not to take out Quintilla, her unique detachable blade and gut the blasted thing. Nyssa was about to spring into action, maybe her action would either make a good or bad impression, but at least she could introduce herself with the ends of her blades, "Listen fookin 'ere!"
Finlay; there superior finally grew some balls and finally shouted at the group, not mincing his words he made it clear they needed each other and pretty much shut down the situation, Nyssa’s arms were crossed, when she crossed them she had no idea, everything just went to crap and sorted itself so fast that the white haired woman just stood there with a look of ‘what in god’s name did I just witness” Her mind had wondered of somewhat as her thoughts went to just why she had volunteered to come here. ‘Thunk!’ Nyssa actually jumped at the sound of… An arrow hitting the ceiling, ‘The idiot actually went and bloody missed.’ And yes you can even make a supernatural wonder like a Dhampir jump.
Once things had calmed down, Nyssa remembered Finlay said about being ready in fifth teen minutes, not much time to get settled really, Hell she only just realized she never introduced herself as she saw the redhead spellcaster that started all this mess leave after their superior to go heal him. Nyssa had since made her way into the room, she saw that there were two men bunking at one side of the room, interacting, her glance at them didn’t last long as she turned her attention to her bed, placing what little belongings she had left on the bed and place her blade down, her amber eyes looking over the weapon, she would need to get it and her daggers ready, to which she placed down to one side also, as she silently went about her business of getting ready.
Interacting With: none/open
Mention: Everyone.
Nyssa stood with the group as Commander Rouge had been doing a pretty grand speech, one that was straight to the point and spelled out clearly what their purpose and life was truly going to be about now, inspiring but demanded respect. She introduced some other reds and pretty much announced that other monsters were among them… Of course there would be, there were rumours what the reds did, even amongst the order she was with before coming here of what they did, only now she would be living in it.
Soon Finlay who was now responsible for the new merry band of misfits had taken them towards the rooms they would be staying in, even bunking up with these strangers. It was made clear, work together and have chance to live or simply die. The gravity of this new life was sinking in on Nyssa’s mind as she watched on, remaining silent. When they arrived her name was called out with several others, Album, O’Shay and Whitlock were to share the room on the right with her.
Nyssa was now standing there with the group, quietly she observed the group she was with, taking in their actions, appearance or anything that would give her an insight as to what or whom they were about, no doubt like herself, they all had a path that lead them to this keep, a story no doubt to tell. “Lehta.” A redhead randomly spoke up and within seconds her chains came off, this certainly got the attention of Nyssa and had her kind of straightened up as she watched on with intrigue as she introduced herself as Brighid O’Shay.
She went on a grand speech herself, explaining what she did not want to be called while actually pointing out what everyone was, but what got Nyssa’s attention the most was when the woman had pointed her out as a newly turned, that alone would complicate matters in a place like this for the white haired woman, even if she was wrong, Nyssa would know doubt have to have a word with this woman. ‘Of course she would be a spellcaster, but a werewolf I did not foresee’ Nyssa thought as the woman released the chains of from the others, but found herself looking over a lot to the Vampire.
After that is another young lady had spoken up, her words left Nyssa believe that she knew of Brighid before arriving here… and seemed to freak out at the actions of the redhead for releasing those that were forced to come here, she could relate of course, it was a dangerous and even a silly move, but one that showed initiative and believed in her actions and that Nyssa could respect, either way the other wanted them back in chains but what was done is done.
Eliza was her name, she seemed like a sweet enough type, not what you would expect to turn up here but another spellcaster but was human, might make her life here a little easier, it did actually amuse her that Eliza wanted everyone to get on and be friends, but far as Nyssa was concerned trust was needed but at least this spellcaster seemed to have her heart in the right place. Whitlock soon introduced himself, he kept it sweet and short and showed no desire putting the chains on, that was at least two now that she knew was sharing the room with her.
Other soon introduced themselves, Vitius, the vampire, that alone was enough to have Nyssa wanting to go right over there and kill him, a low growl did escape her lips but it appeared no one had noticed, but if stares could kill, he’d be on the floor right now. Sadon, a young man that had a name that sounded familiar but here it mattered not, maybe more about his family name will show itself in time.
Nyssa had at this point felt it was worth introducing herself, it was formal at least for other to know her name at the very least, she went to open her mouth…
“Don’t fecking try anything, bloodsucker. One move, and this arrow’s in your chest.”
This alone had Nyssa look over at the man that spoke, the idiot was armed with a bow and arrow, and armed he was, raised and pointed directly at Vitius, okay she was certainly amused at this sight already, a smile slightly cracking up on her lips, now things got interesting and if she had coin, hell she’d probably pay him to shoot it… what did he call it bloodsucker? Down, although, she would not appreciate it that much if he called her that, most likely be a very different conversation indeed.
And well after that, it just spiralled out of control, it was only a matter of time when you cram human and a myriad of monsters or in her case, the best of both worlds in a corridor together. A fully armoured man decided it be a great idea to shove his sword upon Brighid’s throat and blast about unauthorized use of magic, well Nyssa would be more than happy to tell that idiot that he just unsheathed his weapon without authorization to, and weather that woman was werewolf, Nyssa felt it was totally unnecessary to put a blade to a woman’s throat, his reaction to arm himself was good and be handy in a combat situation but not this one, if only she could smack the yellow out of his teeth.
Everything went in a blur, arrows though, did not go flying, a pity really the guy should never of gave that thing over there to even get anywhere near him. And then that poor boy stepped in the way, yes that would make it more complicated, the kid tried to stop it, it was cute but admirable, just even Vitius touching him had Nyssa fight every impulse not to take out Quintilla, her unique detachable blade and gut the blasted thing. Nyssa was about to spring into action, maybe her action would either make a good or bad impression, but at least she could introduce herself with the ends of her blades, "Listen fookin 'ere!"
Finlay; there superior finally grew some balls and finally shouted at the group, not mincing his words he made it clear they needed each other and pretty much shut down the situation, Nyssa’s arms were crossed, when she crossed them she had no idea, everything just went to crap and sorted itself so fast that the white haired woman just stood there with a look of ‘what in god’s name did I just witness” Her mind had wondered of somewhat as her thoughts went to just why she had volunteered to come here. ‘Thunk!’ Nyssa actually jumped at the sound of… An arrow hitting the ceiling, ‘The idiot actually went and bloody missed.’ And yes you can even make a supernatural wonder like a Dhampir jump.
Once things had calmed down, Nyssa remembered Finlay said about being ready in fifth teen minutes, not much time to get settled really, Hell she only just realized she never introduced herself as she saw the redhead spellcaster that started all this mess leave after their superior to go heal him. Nyssa had since made her way into the room, she saw that there were two men bunking at one side of the room, interacting, her glance at them didn’t last long as she turned her attention to her bed, placing what little belongings she had left on the bed and place her blade down, her amber eyes looking over the weapon, she would need to get it and her daggers ready, to which she placed down to one side also, as she silently went about her business of getting ready.
Sorry I have not posted, a reply will be up tomorrow :)
So far, from the great writing and interactions I have seen, I don't think anyones characters are.
I got over half way through my post, I will finish the rest of it after work tomorrow and post it :)
Nyssa Devout
Location: Red Hood Keep
Interacting With: none/open
Mention: none
It had been a long journey, having to travel to the keep by horse and carriage was quite the bumpy ride but Nyssa had to start late in the previous night to ensure she could make the deadline of sunrise to where she was formerly invited to the Red Hood’s, despite Guinevere’s concerns and protests about the young woman voluntarily going to the very place that had got a reputation over the last few decades in dealing with monsters.
Although it was difficult to get any kind of decent sleep, Nyssa had managed to at least get some, it was better than nothing as she felt the carriage come to an abrupt stop, outside she could hear all kinds of shouting from men and woman which gave her the belief she had arrived at the correct place, it was strange coming from the north to the central provinces, her accent alone might make her simply stand out, the yellow hood may do that also.
After a moment Nyssa, grab what little belongings she had brought along in a small bag, her unique weapon sheathed as the door to the carriage was opened by the man that brought her here and despite his offer of assistance, she did not desire that man to touch her person… although it didn’t stop him from staring as she got out, he was promptly interrupted by a Red Hood.
Nyssa did not speak or engage in conversation with the others, not even hoods that were looking at her, they had their hands full with those that were shackled with chains and forced to make their way to the keep, a small part of the brutal truth of the serve or die. She was certainly thankful of her human side, making her blend in like any other human, but the sunlight did still affect her eyesight.
The brunette had passed glancing at the ones forced to join, wondering if they really should be there at all, plus what was there stories, she guessed everyone had their own story to tell for the reason of being here but for now she followed other volunteers. Her Yellow hood already draped around her as she kept on moving, ignoring any eyes that may have fallen upon her figure.
Her eyes were drawn to the castle that stood proudly before them, the keep was surrounded by mountainous land, making it certainly look like an impenetrable fortress, it certainly lived up to the name of the Red Hoods to have such a place as this and make a name for themselves in only a few decades? Either way she made her way across the massive drawbridge, not looking back as she had gone past the point of no return.
Upon entering the keep, Nyssa was lead to the great hall, it certainly looked great in its size, a crimson carpet adorned the stone floor, red banners all around the said hall, Nyssa found herself taking in the grand sight and looking around as she like the others were led to the centre, she observed the hoods surrounding them around the hall, staring daggers into them already, if that was not worrying or imposing enough, Nyssa eventually had her eyes rest on the woman herself, commander Rouge. She did not recognize other two individuals with her, but Nyssa was weary as she watched on upon hearing the drawbridge behind them close.
Interacting With: none/open
Mention: none
It had been a long journey, having to travel to the keep by horse and carriage was quite the bumpy ride but Nyssa had to start late in the previous night to ensure she could make the deadline of sunrise to where she was formerly invited to the Red Hood’s, despite Guinevere’s concerns and protests about the young woman voluntarily going to the very place that had got a reputation over the last few decades in dealing with monsters.
Although it was difficult to get any kind of decent sleep, Nyssa had managed to at least get some, it was better than nothing as she felt the carriage come to an abrupt stop, outside she could hear all kinds of shouting from men and woman which gave her the belief she had arrived at the correct place, it was strange coming from the north to the central provinces, her accent alone might make her simply stand out, the yellow hood may do that also.
After a moment Nyssa, grab what little belongings she had brought along in a small bag, her unique weapon sheathed as the door to the carriage was opened by the man that brought her here and despite his offer of assistance, she did not desire that man to touch her person… although it didn’t stop him from staring as she got out, he was promptly interrupted by a Red Hood.
Nyssa did not speak or engage in conversation with the others, not even hoods that were looking at her, they had their hands full with those that were shackled with chains and forced to make their way to the keep, a small part of the brutal truth of the serve or die. She was certainly thankful of her human side, making her blend in like any other human, but the sunlight did still affect her eyesight.
The brunette had passed glancing at the ones forced to join, wondering if they really should be there at all, plus what was there stories, she guessed everyone had their own story to tell for the reason of being here but for now she followed other volunteers. Her Yellow hood already draped around her as she kept on moving, ignoring any eyes that may have fallen upon her figure.
Her eyes were drawn to the castle that stood proudly before them, the keep was surrounded by mountainous land, making it certainly look like an impenetrable fortress, it certainly lived up to the name of the Red Hoods to have such a place as this and make a name for themselves in only a few decades? Either way she made her way across the massive drawbridge, not looking back as she had gone past the point of no return.
Upon entering the keep, Nyssa was lead to the great hall, it certainly looked great in its size, a crimson carpet adorned the stone floor, red banners all around the said hall, Nyssa found herself taking in the grand sight and looking around as she like the others were led to the centre, she observed the hoods surrounding them around the hall, staring daggers into them already, if that was not worrying or imposing enough, Nyssa eventually had her eyes rest on the woman herself, commander Rouge. She did not recognize other two individuals with her, but Nyssa was weary as she watched on upon hearing the drawbridge behind them close.
Cleo D'Nile
Location: Avalon.
Interacting With: Drake @Marrok; Nik @webboysurf
Mention: Aya @c3p-0h; Uná @Almalthia; Heidi @Silver carrot; Ayel @Dezuel
The night was going well, in fact it was going epic in Cleo’s eyes, drinking, having a laugh with the girls and… a voice? Now she was hearing things but it freaked her out at first. "To the lonely souls lost in the world, to the forsaken and depressed. Do not be afraid, there is no need to cry, no more need to run away or hide. I am one of you, you not alone. We are the chosen ones, the ones whom are currently being oppressed. Where we are forced to hide from sight, where we are called freaks and monsters. We are not monsters my brothers and sisters, we are a different branch of mankind. So I urge you to leave where you are hiding, find others like yourselves out there. Tomorrow I will guide you to where we can all meet. Under a new light. A beacon to guide us to the future which is waiting for us. Seek love and passion, and go forth... with my prayer."
Cleo just sat there at first before looking around, even looking at her fellow class mates, it seemed they were as confused or concerned as she was but then looked at her margarita, like she was inspecting it for something that simply wasn’t there. “Don’t worry Nik, I hear voices too.” Cleo seemed to relax once more as she replied to him. “Way to go Cleo.” She mumbled to herself and then down the whole glass, before watching the cuteness between Uná and Nik, that redhead knew what she wanted and watched them leave for the dancefloor.
Soon time of my life started to play, ‘Ugh Really?’ was all the blonde could think when she decided to go over and lean on the banister, resting her head on her hand as she looked over the dancefloor, it was not hard to find the pair thanks to Uná’s striking hair. It appears there were some groans from people in the crowd but Cleo actually watched on in interest, and what she saw made her smile, like a lot as she watched the pair do this amazing dance and Cleo found herself mesmerized by it.
Soon enough Cleo had since had another drink and was mingling with the crowd on the dancefloor, dancing with random guys and gals, by this point she was totally enjoying herself and letting her hair down so to speak, she even saw Uná back on the dancefloor with some freaky tall guy, the way he looked at her made alarm bells in her head, even if it looked kinky but that was the tequila talking. But soon enough they left to another booth and Cleo tried staying close but like hell she was going to get the chance to, she continued to dance but not as energetic or sexy as she was earlier.
Cleo had since lost track of time, even going back to dancing fully in the crowd again, until there was this big huge ass roar that even reverberated over the music which made for a split second everything stops, well in Cleo’s mind it did, within seconds it was utter chaos, people were screaming and running, hell even trampling over each other, to which Cleo did everything she could to move over to side, she needed to find her friends, she needed to get out of here! Suddenly there was there was a ring of gunshots, by this point Cleo’s eyes landed of god knows what it was, but it was big, a monster.
In the time it seemed Heidi, Uná and Aya had gone missing, had they made it out, if so that was good, Cleo saw a woman on the floor badly hurt and against her better judgement tried to help her up of her feet and try to get her out to safety, more shots rang out and the blonde could remember feeling searing pain on her arm along with collapsing on the floor with the woman, gathering her bearings for moment. In that moment Cleo had witness seeing someone, a stranger die before her eyes, shot in the back a couple of times, feeling her own pain again, Cleo grabbed her right arm, it hurt like hell, she was shot to and there was blood, how bad she hadn’t a clue, maybe a deep flesh wound at best.
Cleo saw Drake, stumbling but she was thankful he was still here, she tried calling out to him, shouting his name but the beast was causing to much ruckus for her drunken pitched voice to get his attention. Even barstool was launched at it, but subsequently destroyed. Soon Nik joined the fray, sure they weren’t X-men but hell they alone could do things no one else here could, summoning all her strength Cleo stood up, a bit tipsy at first as she tried to regain her balance, her right arm still had blood running down it from the gunshot but right now she was concentrating on the guys and this monster.
Soon enough she to grabbed a leg from one of the broken barstools and gradually made her way over to Nik and Drake, it might have looked cute, but Cleo was pissed, scared and angry. “It’s just a monster, just one scary big ass monster.” Cleo said more to reassure herself, she spoke up more to address the two guys with her. “We can’t let it get outside… I can try and flank this thing, like I do in the danger room.”
Interacting With: Drake @Marrok; Nik @webboysurf
Mention: Aya @c3p-0h; Uná @Almalthia; Heidi @Silver carrot; Ayel @Dezuel
The night was going well, in fact it was going epic in Cleo’s eyes, drinking, having a laugh with the girls and… a voice? Now she was hearing things but it freaked her out at first. "To the lonely souls lost in the world, to the forsaken and depressed. Do not be afraid, there is no need to cry, no more need to run away or hide. I am one of you, you not alone. We are the chosen ones, the ones whom are currently being oppressed. Where we are forced to hide from sight, where we are called freaks and monsters. We are not monsters my brothers and sisters, we are a different branch of mankind. So I urge you to leave where you are hiding, find others like yourselves out there. Tomorrow I will guide you to where we can all meet. Under a new light. A beacon to guide us to the future which is waiting for us. Seek love and passion, and go forth... with my prayer."
Cleo just sat there at first before looking around, even looking at her fellow class mates, it seemed they were as confused or concerned as she was but then looked at her margarita, like she was inspecting it for something that simply wasn’t there. “Don’t worry Nik, I hear voices too.” Cleo seemed to relax once more as she replied to him. “Way to go Cleo.” She mumbled to herself and then down the whole glass, before watching the cuteness between Uná and Nik, that redhead knew what she wanted and watched them leave for the dancefloor.
Soon time of my life started to play, ‘Ugh Really?’ was all the blonde could think when she decided to go over and lean on the banister, resting her head on her hand as she looked over the dancefloor, it was not hard to find the pair thanks to Uná’s striking hair. It appears there were some groans from people in the crowd but Cleo actually watched on in interest, and what she saw made her smile, like a lot as she watched the pair do this amazing dance and Cleo found herself mesmerized by it.
Soon enough Cleo had since had another drink and was mingling with the crowd on the dancefloor, dancing with random guys and gals, by this point she was totally enjoying herself and letting her hair down so to speak, she even saw Uná back on the dancefloor with some freaky tall guy, the way he looked at her made alarm bells in her head, even if it looked kinky but that was the tequila talking. But soon enough they left to another booth and Cleo tried staying close but like hell she was going to get the chance to, she continued to dance but not as energetic or sexy as she was earlier.
Cleo had since lost track of time, even going back to dancing fully in the crowd again, until there was this big huge ass roar that even reverberated over the music which made for a split second everything stops, well in Cleo’s mind it did, within seconds it was utter chaos, people were screaming and running, hell even trampling over each other, to which Cleo did everything she could to move over to side, she needed to find her friends, she needed to get out of here! Suddenly there was there was a ring of gunshots, by this point Cleo’s eyes landed of god knows what it was, but it was big, a monster.
In the time it seemed Heidi, Uná and Aya had gone missing, had they made it out, if so that was good, Cleo saw a woman on the floor badly hurt and against her better judgement tried to help her up of her feet and try to get her out to safety, more shots rang out and the blonde could remember feeling searing pain on her arm along with collapsing on the floor with the woman, gathering her bearings for moment. In that moment Cleo had witness seeing someone, a stranger die before her eyes, shot in the back a couple of times, feeling her own pain again, Cleo grabbed her right arm, it hurt like hell, she was shot to and there was blood, how bad she hadn’t a clue, maybe a deep flesh wound at best.
Cleo saw Drake, stumbling but she was thankful he was still here, she tried calling out to him, shouting his name but the beast was causing to much ruckus for her drunken pitched voice to get his attention. Even barstool was launched at it, but subsequently destroyed. Soon Nik joined the fray, sure they weren’t X-men but hell they alone could do things no one else here could, summoning all her strength Cleo stood up, a bit tipsy at first as she tried to regain her balance, her right arm still had blood running down it from the gunshot but right now she was concentrating on the guys and this monster.
Soon enough she to grabbed a leg from one of the broken barstools and gradually made her way over to Nik and Drake, it might have looked cute, but Cleo was pissed, scared and angry. “It’s just a monster, just one scary big ass monster.” Cleo said more to reassure herself, she spoke up more to address the two guys with her. “We can’t let it get outside… I can try and flank this thing, like I do in the danger room.”
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