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The Bank [Open]
Posted: 16 Jan 2019, 21:07
by Grey (DELETED 5068)
The figure in the midst of the snowy weather stood still. No one could tell that underneath the rags she wore were new clothes yesterday. The bullet holes smelled so much like sulfur and the hint of blood underneath the healed flesh just barely gave way to the rush of blackened veins. Her lips were barely open, teeth jagged and broken. The remnants of grime and gunk were pushed back into the windswept hair. Half of it was broken free from the innocent ponytail where the other half was tied up and blowing in the wind, trying to beat free from the black knitted cotton that seemed to have giant loops hanging out of the woven prettiness it once was.
Bone thin fingers clutched a wad of money. None of it had bands on it. Crinkled and crunched, the darkness was a lie. The snow reflected the light, the street lamps glazed over the crystals and it shone like diamonds. Blood money.
Or she robbed people. Pockets full. It was open twenty-four hours, but Grey knew this branch. She knew what it meant. But part of her did not recollect it. Wickbridge.
It had a lot of protection. So standing there on the sidewalk, she remembered the diner across the street. Death. Gore. She chuckled, teeth chattering. Someone had broken into the shop. The mechanic had beaten them to death. She ate them for dinner. And stole all the money they had out of their pockets. Thieves.
But here, she was stuck. Stuck in the middle of the street and she could not move any more.
She had no energy left.
Re: The Bank [Open]
Posted: 19 Jan 2019, 04:58
by Crawley (DELETED 11638)
Today was an interesting day, she had recently had a rather interesting feeding from a vampire willing to give it to her. And what a surprise it was, that was a truly incredible amount of power. Even one ability which she somehow had managed to "enthrall" a human with. She had no idea where they went after it all though, that was a bit of a conundrum. Still, life was good.
She held her cloak around her breathing into the air and watching her own breath float away, she still had a spear on her back and an SMG in hand. She usually carried them around at night, after all one never knew when she might need them. So it was good to keep them at the ready, just, avoid too many soldiers when carrying them she knew. Unless you were near the Quarantine zone, the didn't care as much then due to the forces there that were always taking down zombies, something she herself often partook in. It was actually fairly profitable.
Rebecca's attention however was changed as she saw someone in the middle of the street, she narrowed her eyes, the woman was just there with cash in hand, in the snow, in the night. Well, that was, an interesting situation. She quickly rushed over to her, though keeping her weapons out of grasp, and knelt down beside her, "Hey, do you need help?" she asked concerned and looked around, "Should get you inside first." she said getting ready to just go right ahead and pick her up and get her into the nearest mall. at least move her somewhere in there, maybe get an apartment. She actually had been meaning to get a permanent residence it reminded her.
She didn't care if the woman was human or vampire actually, while a blood thief herself, she had only become one to avoid a sickness. If she was human, getting her inside was best for her health, if she was vampire, getting her inside would save her from the sun. Though, Rebecca did have a strong desire to feed on vampires, something she'd grown to during her becoming a blood thief. Perhaps a bit too much, though usually she avoided it for most unwilling vampires.
Re: The Bank [Open]
Posted: 29 Jan 2019, 02:42
by Grey (DELETED 5068)
There was no doubt in Grey's mind that she looked as helpless as she currently felt. The emotions that swirled inside the Allurist were reprehensible. The Glock on her hip was empty. The pain that she inflicted in the thieves that had stormed into Brock's shop in the middle of the night had not expected there to be an employee rooming in. A flash of blood, the ignite of pretty pop-pop-pops and how they ricocheted off the walls. Casings burned flesh and bullets ripped through muscle which decimated the new clothes that she had over spent on and enjoyed for less than twelve hours against her pale skin.
As the bitter cold kissed her cheeks with her long blood soaked bangs battering her flesh like colored icicles now, nearly blinded eyes like cataracts to the elderly would have potentially greeted the woman that came to her knees before her. The snow grew heavier now and Grey just continues to remind herself...
A few more minutes.
A few more minutes... Just a dozen more steps into the bank.
However, she had miscalculated. A sitting duck in the middle of an area that might have been more trafficked if the snow had not started to come down in a heaviness that sent the winds gusting and the promise of inches to build on inches with every right-minded person in their own home with the heat on and closed doors.
The woman smelled good. That was what Grey thought of first. The sound of her voice to her ears was nothing compared to the smell of weaponry and the hint of something more feminine in the bitter cold. Trying to gather enough stamina, Grey tried to compete with the gail winds. "The bank. I was going to the bank."
It sounded stupid enough, right? Like a sitting duck, Grey did not want another lecture from Micah. The sweet tang of iron and its metallic scent could be smelled from Grey's mouth. Her face was dirty and covered in smears of black, bruises that might have once resembled a broken jaw, a crushed eye socket, or bullet holes were now no longer so severely deformed. She could talk once more even if her teeth might have given the hint of her own scent besides those she had eaten for dinner.
"I'm stuck." Was all the more Grey could manage. The smell coming from her was death, but the other woman too had a hint of something obscure. Never trusting anyone but Micah and the man that was his minion; Grey's phone was no doubt dead somewhere in her back pocket and her fingers were too frozen around the cash to reach for it.
Thats what happens when she falls asleep for too long somewhere and wrestles with her own personal mental hell instead of shoving oblivion behind her. Grey was not stupid any more, though. She knew that most everyone in this city was a deviation of some sort and had a heavy walk for what their bulky winter coats hid. The woman could rip her off. She could break her fingers to get the cash.
The old Grey would brace for impact.
The new Grey just waited for the woman's next move.
Re: The Bank [Open]
Posted: 29 Jan 2019, 04:21
by Crawley (DELETED 11638)
As Rebecca picked her up she noticed all to clearly how freezing she was, how long was she out here? That could get her killed. Though, the thought of her being a vampire had absolutely crossed her mind, including when the awful aroma hit her. And she knew full well she could test that theory, but she wasn't intent on trying that right now. The woman looked like she had been in some rather violent fight, and she couldn't help but notice the money clenched in her hand as she rushed into a mall, "Well we're going in here now." she commented on the matter of the bank, as she got her in she rushed to put her somewhere safe. Really weren't many people here either probably because they were trying to avoid this ridiculous weather, and because of said weather she figured it was going to take any ambulances a bit of time to arrive. So she decided to ask a very important question setting Grey down on a bench and removing her own coat and putting it over the woman to try and help at least somewhat, changing where her weapons were so she could still grab them herself if she needed.
She put a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes as she said her next comment, "I need you to tell me honestly, if you're a vampire, you need to tell me, because I don't know how to take care of you if you are except to keep you out of the daylight. But if you're human then I can try and do my best of what I know." she said all this quickly because she needed an answer. If she couldn't get one, well she wasn't sure exactly where she would go from there. It wasn't like it was a good idea to try and feed on someone like this.
Rebecca ran a hand through her hair in thought glancing around quickly still, she was looking for anything extra to keep the woman warm. Or a sign of an apartment she could rent for a day, sometimes they had them in malls, sometimes not. Or perhaps there was just a better place to take her so that she wasn't sitting on some bench which she realized probably wasn't the most comfortable position to be in...aside from being freezing cold and clearly injured that is.