Xandrya

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Amelia had been making her way through the bushy wasteland for some time, the high sun providing just the perfect amount of warmth for her to be comfortable. She was currently walking between the two same abandoned buildings she had passed earlier that morning before arriving at her destination. The setting was similar to that of Marcel’s: a multitude of armed guards whose relaxed postures disappeared as soon as she made her approach. Once more, the young woman took off her mask so that she could be identified.

“Dmitry, you know why I’m back here. We need to talk…” she said, knowing that he was much more lenient than Marcel when it came to doing business with her, regardless of his appearance. Her statement didn’t faze him, and he instead ordered one of his men to bring something out. Amelia tensed, and then watched as they dragged out a man who was unmistakably from Marcel’s crew. She couldn’t hide her surprise, and knew that the situation had just gotten much more complicated.

“I don’t mind talking, but not when there’s a rat following you,” he replied, closing the gap between them to place an arm around her. He guided her away from everyone else, and as they were walking, Amelia heard a single gunshot go off. She flinched at the sudden sound, but not him. After all, he was the one who had made the order. “Clearly, Marcel doesn’t trust me—and for good reason—but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t trust you either, much less send someone after you. Amy,” he stopped walking and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him, “I want you to drop him not just from this deal, but from any future business you may have with him.”

“Dmitry—"

“I’m serious. One of these days you’re going to get yourself killed working for that piece of shit, you and I both know that.”

He had a good point, but she would always be on the run if she ditched Marcel. “I can’t, he paid me extra to get him his ammo.”

Dmitry let her go, walking away agitated. “Well, that’s ammunition that I don’t have, Amelia, so either stay here with me to keep you safe for the time being, or go back to him and see what happens.”

Amelia stood in silence weighing her options. Dmitry was a good man, and wouldn’t intentionally endanger her life. However, if she didn’t go back to Marcel with the order, then she might as well say her prayers. Dmitry acknowledged her dilemma and continued leading her away from the entrance to the warehouse. “So, what do you say?”

“Fine,” she caved with a sigh, not noticing the smirk forming on Dmitry’s face as he led her further into the darkness of the warehouse.

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Alright, going to come up with something soon. What's the current time, more or less?

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

The small watch on her wrist notified Melanie of an incoming message. She looked at it for a moment before frowning at the thought that she had to get up in the next couple of minutes to get ready for work. Jonas, on the other hand, lay beside her with his arm wrapped around her waist; his slow, rhythmic breathing a sure sign that he was nowhere near being awake. Melanie slowly moved his arm away from her to sit up on the bed, and just then, the cold air hit her all at once. She was wearing one of his sleeveless workout t-shirts, but it provided little to no warmth.

“And where are you going in such a hurry?” Jonas asked all of a sudden, rubbing his face before placing a hand on her back.

“You know the drill. I have that demanding 9 to 5 to look forward to,” she replied, climbing over him to go wash her face. She entered the cramped bathroom stall, locking the door behind her, and she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment to wonder whether sleeping over Jonas’ had been a good idea. She heard some shuffling outside and figured he was out of bed as well. With a faint sigh, she turned on the faucet and splashed some water on her face.

A few minutes later, Melanie stepped out into the room and noticed Jonas was fixing the bed. She grabbed her clothes and got changed meanwhile they started some small talk.

“So, safe to say we’re a thing now?” he asked.

“I hope so,” Melanie replied, slipping on her shoes. The question bothered her a bit. Why would she share an intimate night with the man if she didn’t intend to have a serious relationship with him? She wasn’t that type of person, and having him think otherwise made her feel uneasy. “I don’t do this on every date, so I hope you’re as serious as I am about us.”

“Mel, of course I am,” he added with a concerned look, stopping what he was doing to walk over to her to embrace her. “I hope you know that I wouldn’t take you for granted.”

His comforting words made her feel better, so she pushed away any bad emotions still lingering and grabbed his hand to drag him to the door, checking her purse to verify she wasn’t leaving behind any of her belongings. “Alright, I have to go now. I’ll talk to you later?”

“You bet you will,” he replied, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. As soon as Melanie turned around to leave, he slapped her behind, but she denied him the satisfaction of getting a response and instead kept walking, smiling to herself as she went.

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@Hostile

Are you gonna step in for whatever reason or remain hidden? I'm gonna start planning my next post in the next day or so.

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

Post isn't action-packed, but it'll be interesting to see how Czigani reacts.

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

“I’ll be right here,” Kelly replied with a smile, grabbing the menu from the stack at the far end of the table. She glanced through the limited options they had, but she wasn’t paying too much attention, not with her mind distracting her away from reality with intrusive thoughts of the hospital, Dr. Zvikas, and Jimmy.

“Excuse me, miss? Would you like some coffee?” The young waitress had approach the booth, pot of coffee in one hand and two white mugs in the other, without Kelly noticing.

“Yes, please,” Kelly replied, watching as the young woman poured the hot beverage for her and Czigani.

“So you ladies out for the day, taking a break from your husbands?”

The question caught Kelly off guard. “No, we’re not married. “We’re actually dating,” she replied, slightly exaggerating their relationship status. She noticed the waitress making a face, and that’s when Kelly figured that the woman was more than likely a bible-thumping bigot. “Does that bother you?” she continued, annoyed by the waitress’ reaction to what she had just said.

“No, it’s just that—"

“You don’t approve of same-sex relationships, is that it?” Kelly interrupted.

“Well, I…I don’t think it’s right—”

“Because of your religion?”

“Yes, exactly. Jesus talks about it in the bible...”

“Oh honey, that’s all bullshit.”

The waitress was visible shocked, as if the insult was aimed directly at her. “You have no right to speak of our lord using such language!”

Something within Kelly snapped.

“No, you have no right forcing your beliefs down everyone’s throat!” she replied as she pointed an accusatory finger at the waitress after standing up to be eye-to-eye with her. Kelly didn’t realize that everyone had stopped eating—or doing their job—to stare at the women. “Stop treating people like—“

Kelly stopped when someone placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled.

“That’s enough, miss.”

She turned around only to face a uniformed police officer. He must have walked in after her and Czigani as Kelly hadn’t noticed any cops when she entered the diner. But Kelly knew better than to do anything stupid.

“My apologies officer. I’m gonna go get my friend in the restroom—"

“Actually, you need to come with me,” he demanded, “I have to take down your information and then you can get your friend and get out of here.” Kelly looked in the general direction of the restroom, then put her hands in her pockets.

“Alright,” she sighed, “let’s get this done and over with.”

@Rawk

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By the way, I'm very flexible in RPs so you know I'm open to having an ally and/or get involved in a collab. That's where most of the fun happens anyway.

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“Yeah, of course.” Amelia remained nervous despite everyone around her looking otherwise. But she had a right to be, given the circumstances, and her accent becoming just a little bit worse was proof of that. She reached inside her jacket with one of her hands, but just as quickly, she found herself staring at the barrel of various guns all pointed at her. Amelia froze for a moment before she managed to speak. “No, Marcel, I—I ’m just grabbing a small piece of paper!"

He hadn’t even flinched, standing still with his arms crossed as every last one of his men kept their weapons trained on the young woman. Marcel gave a quick nod and two of the men put their weapons away, quickly moving on Amelia to grab her arms.

“Marcel, no—"

She was assuming the worst, but much to her relief, they were simply searching her, albeit the rough manner they went about it was not the least bit pleasing. After a minute or so, one of them said something in French, and they both left her alone, pushing her to the side. The taller man handed Marcel the note he had taken from Amelia’s pocket.

“That’s the original order you placed,” she whispered, almost afraid to speak, “I’ll take it back to them and they’ll know what to do, okay? You don’t need to worry about me.”

Melanie wasn’t sure whether that last statement made her appear suspicious in the eyes of Marcel and his crew. She silently cursed at herself for the mistake as she waited to finally be released.

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

Melanie was seated cross-legged in the center of her bed shuffling some playing cards out of boredom. She was wearing a red, long-sleeve mini dress which at the moment was barely covering her thighs. Her hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves in an attempt to cover the thick bandage on her neck, although it wasn’t doing a very good job. She wore a little bit of make-up, just enough to mask her pale lips and hide the dark circles around her eyes. When she heard a soft knock on the door, Melanie immediately shuffled out of bed, slipping on her black shoes before she rushed to the mirror to check her appearance. After she was satisfied, she took a deep breath, then slowly walked to the door.

“Jonas, hi!” They greeted each other, but their quick hug made Melanie flinch from the pain. Jonas pulled away with a worried expression, his hands resting on her shoulders as he examined her.

“Melanie, what happened to your neck?”

“It’s a bit of a long story,” she replied. “I met with an inmate in the brig and things got a little bit out of hand. I was all an accident, but before I knew it I found myself on the wrong end of a taser—“

“What?”

“It’s okay,” she interjected, putting a hand to his chest as if she were preventing a fight. She then the door behind her and grabbed his hand. “I’m fine, really. The issue is already being handled by the security department. They were prompt with their response, so there’s no doubt in my mind that we can trust them to get the job done. Now,” she continued, pulling a reluctant Jonas in the direction of the Hub in order to get their night started. The sooner Melanie could put her long day behind her, the better, “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. And you did promise me the best meal out in town, did you not?"

Jonas smiled at that, finally in the right mood for the evening. “Glad you didn’t forget.”

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Not much time passed before the couple arrived at Jonas' bar. Melanie gave him somewhat of a confused look, wondering why they were stopping there.

"Do you have to get something done before we go or...?"

"You'll see," he replied, unlocking the side door before pulling her inside. Melanie relied on Jonas as he guided her through the pitch-black room with ease. Once he opened another door, Melanie finally caught on to what was going on. The bar was empty, and all the tables were cleared from the main floor except for one which sat in the center. One table, two chairs, two plates of food, a bottle of wine, and a small candle. She couldn't help but smile. His kind gesture was her way of knowing that he had put effort into their date, regardless of what the outcome may be.

“Very impressive.”

“Well, I thought you may appreciate the privacy like I do. After dealing with drunks nearly every day, you start to hate big crowds” He guided her to their table and pulled out a chair for her. “But tonight it’ll be just us, if that’s fine with you.”

“That’s more than okay with me. Although…” she looked to the side, somehow a bit embarrassed to be bringing up the topic.

“Melanie, no, I don’t mean it like that,” he replied, taking his seat directly across from her. “I genuinely enjoy your company, and I’d be an idiot to ruin that.” He grabbed her hand to give it a light squeeze. “Remember, this is about both of us, not just me. Now…are you ready for some mind-blowing food?”

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Yes, hope everyone made it back from the holidays in one piece!