[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[Tokiwong]

Faith began looking back and forth from the hand holding the bloody heart to thematchig handbreathing rapidly, not wanting to look at the other hand in the mirror, to see what it held. This...this wasn't right, it wasn't possible...was it? She reached out to touch the mirror, her eyes wide as saucers. "Wha...whats wrong with this mirror?" she asks her voice low and husky.

She touches the mirror and her double in the mirror does not move. She stands breathing hard, behind her on the floor is the body of her friend Esther, torn apart as if by some wild beast. Ripped to shreds…

Then the mirror shatters, jagged pieces of glasses flying into her skin…

She hears the words, “Your sins weigh upon you, wolf-bitch; MURDER is your birthright. YOU WILL DIE!” The voice is like a thousand insects chittering at once; mixed with the screams of a young child.

 

[Shalimar]

She touches the mirror and her double in the mirror does not move. She stands breathing hard, behind her on the floor is the body of her friend Esther, torn apart as if by some wild beast. Ripped to shreds…

Then the mirror shatters, jagged pieces of glasses flying into her skin…

She hears the words, “Your sins weigh upon you, wolf-bitch; MURDER is your birthright. YOU WILL DIE!” The voice is like a thousand insects chittering at once; mixed with the screams of a young child.

"This isn't real, it can't be, reflections in mirrors do what you do, so this can't be real, I'm just seeing things." the pink haired girl tells herself starring wide eyed into the reflection, into the demonic picture that showed her friends corpse. Faith screamed as the shards of glass exploded at her touch slashing away at her hands and bare arms.

The lithe teenager leaps away from the mirror to bury her face in the cover's of Esther's bed, wanting to blind her eyes and block out the horrible sight as well as the horrid chittering sound of the hateful voice.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Northwest Russia," Piotr replied, a little distracted as his attention was drawn to the cigarette's ember.

He focused on it for a moment and memories niggled at the back of his mind. More than once had he seen buildings burnt to skeletal shells, blackened car wreckages smouldering in the street. He tore his gaze away from the ember and dragged heavily on his own cigarette. He felt his eyes being tugged towards it still. Did he want to revisit old memories? He honestly didn't know. Anyway, things like that were best saved for times when a bottle was well within arm's reach.

"There wasn't much for me in the little village I came from. I don't have the knack for farming my siblings had, but I find ways to get by," he talked to distract himself.

 

[Graf]

Camera stops for a minute. He idly schetches the grove of trees the cat went into. His mind wanders, drawing out imaginative scenes of what might be in the trees.

Then he heads home, stomach rumbling.

 

[DrZombie]

drake

As the lst note fades away Drake sighs, then unplugs his guitar. He walks over to the counter, orders another beer and lights a cigarette. He nods at the blonde, lifts his glass in a salute and turns his back on her , idly chatting with the bartender as he waits for his show to start.

Mustn't apprear to eager now, must we. And there's allways uni students, they're easier.

OOC : www.invisiblecastle.com. You can click the numbers in my last post, that'll get you to the actual roll.

 

[Shayuri]

Ari gives him a reassuring smile. "Yeah. Lemme just stretch my legs for a sec and I'll be good to go."

She stands right beside the car, lifting one leg, then the other, getting the cobwebs out. Each breath of frigid air is welcome; it seems to pour clarity back into her rattled mind. She'd heard a bit of static, seen her hand in that red light from the neon sign...jumped to some crazy conclusions. Almost embarrassed herself majorly in front of her partner. Man, she -had- to get a grip on that imagination. Think...what's his face...that guy from Dragnet. Stoic. Solid.

Friday.

Yeah! Friday. Just the facts. Perfect.

A little embarrassed, but also morbidly curious, Ari lets her head turn sideways so she can watch the 'transaction' between the customer and stripper from the corner of her eyes. Bustable? Probably not. Not unless she SAW the money changing hands, and they tailed them to a motel or something, and then actually witnessed...somehow...a sexual act taking place...and...blah blah. What a mess. But then again, was it anyone's business what two adults did? As long as a bleeding body wasn't left behind...probably not.

Almost by instinct, Ari scans the two interlopers for identifiable physical marks or clothes, just in case she saw them again sometime...then got back in the car, looking much more confident.

"Whenever you're ready," she says, giving Richards a quick nod.

 

[Tokiwong]

"This isn't real, it can't be, reflections in mirrors do what you do, so this can't be real, I'm just seeing things." the pink haired girl tells herself starring wide eyed into the reflection, into the demonic picture that showed her friends corpse. Faith screamed as the shards of glass exploded at her touch slashing away at her hands and bare arms.

The lithe teenager leaps away from the mirror to bury her face in the cover's of Esther's bed, wanting to blind her eyes and block out the horrible sight as well as the horrid chittering sound of the hateful voice.

Faith feels and hears Esther comforting her, “Faith… Faith! What is it, what are you crying about? Are you okay? Are you high? You… you’re scaring me!”

Ariella

Richards smirks, “Got us a domestic, low-rent apartment complex, a man beating up his old lady. Gutter trash, beating up more gutter trash. Ready to get some real work in rookie?”

Drake

The bartender pours another beer; and then heads off to work another customer.

It is only then that Drake hears it, “Drake… Drake… we hear you… and we will not fear you…” the voice is haunting, seductive, and nary above a whisper. Like the sound of a waterfall… but mixed with the sounds of the forest.

He smells the scent of pine needles.

Camera

Camera returns home and momma smiles broadly, her large frame filling the hallway as she puts a plate of food on the table. She shakes her head, “Boy, you best not be off gallivanting all over this neighborhood. These white folks around here don’t know how to act, and I be damned if I have to raise a mess up in here. Now go on and wash your hands and get some food in you.”

His brother shakes his head, “The neighbors are fine, you don’t have to worry mom; this place is perfectly fine.” His wife just smiles and helps to set the table.

Piotr

“Northwest Russia,” she looks surprised, “and why would you come to Denver of all places. I can’t stand this city, born and raised and all I ever wanted to do is leave. I really like the accent.”

The burning ember glows brightly at the end of her cigarette; wisps of smoke arcing into the cold air. A man walks into the strip club behind the woman, middle aged with dark hair that was going bald in the back. He was in modest shape; but the most remarkable thing about him is that it looked like he had an ebony snake with glowing green eyes coiled around his neck, whispering into his ears…

Or maybe that was just a scarf.

 

[Shalimar]

Faith
Faith feels and hears Esther comforting her, “Faith… Faith! What is it, what are you crying about? Are you okay? Are you high? You… you’re scaring me!”

Faith peels her face away from the pillow, peeking over the edge up at Esther when her friends voice breaks through her sobs and her rapid thuding heartbeat. Seeing her friend, she releases her deathgrp on the covers and rises to a sitting position. "It...it wasn't real?" she asks hesitantly. "I was looking in the mirror...it was all scary, I saw me and you but I was all cut up and bleeding and you were like without your head...it was super freaky." the pink haired girl explains, trying to catch her breath and slow the pounding of her heart in her ears.

"I didn't take anything I swear, not since that party...does Ex make you hallucinate, like a week later? Maybe I just watched too many Romero movies last month, those were like super creepy. Look, lets just forget it, it was probaly just a day dream..." or maybe a vision from the Lord and Lady though she didn't bother adding that aloud, she wasn't terribly serious about wicca, and she didn't really know much of things. If it was a wicca related, how cool was that? but ugh, the subject matter she could definitely do without.

 

[Tokiwong]

Faith peels her face away from the pillow, peeking over the edge up at Esther when her friends voice breaks through her sobs and her rapid thuding heartbeat. Seeing her friend, she releases her deathgrp on the covers and rises to a sitting position. "It...it wasn't real?" she asks hesitantly. "I was looking in the mirror...it was all scary, I saw me and you but I was all cut up and bleeding and you were like without your head...it was super freaky." the pink haired girl explains, trying to catch her breath and slow the pounding of her heart in her ears.

"Whoa..." Esther replies.

"I didn't take anything I swear, not since that party...does Ex make you hallucinate, like a week later? Maybe I just watched too many Romero movies last month, those were like super creepy. Look, lets just forget it, it was probaly just a day dream..." or maybe a vision from the Lord and Lady though she didn't bother adding that aloud, she wasn't terribly serious about wicca, and she didn't really know much of things. If it was a wicca related, how cool was that? but ugh, the subject matter she could definitely do without.

“Okay, okay, calm down,” Esther says brushing Faith’s hair back and holding her close, “just relax.”

The door swings open, her brother Cody looks in with his round freckled face, “Hey is everything okay, I thought I heard you guys screaming? Uhh…” he looks around wide eyed.

“GET OUT CODY!” Esther shrieks.

Cody rolls his eyes, “I take that as a yes…” but he does not leave.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Piotr's attention was torn away from the woman for a moment. A snake? He wasn't able to get a better look since the man had already entered the club, but surely it wouldn't have been a snake, right? He must have been playing tricks on himself, was he that nervous meeting someone new that he had to cause himself difficulty? The weather was far too cold for snakes, it must have been a scarf. The woman's words finally registered in Piotr's head and he turned back around to face her.

"Erm, thankyou," he said, appreciating the compliment, "The cold helps me feel at home. I'm kinda settled with my store, but I understand you wanting to leave. This seems to be the most interesting part of town. The suburbs creep me out."

He glances back towards the strip club's entrance, the man with the snake -scarf, rather- around his neck was still bothering him. Was it really a scarf? How often did scarves have bright green eyes?

"Do you work here?" Piotr asked, nodding his head towards the entrance. Perhaps the conversation could go in the direction of snake-wearing patrons.