no church in the W I L D {OPEN} (Read 486 times)

[Ezra Tybalt Fitzgerald]

Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the w i l d


It’d been far too long, years overdue, but he was finally back and in control. Well, in control of this new body. That was saying something though, right? He would have to make due, but he’d also managed to procure a center of operations. It was hot and humid, miserable, much like his home in the underworld. Just without the horrible lake of souls and death smell. He would make his name and Ezra’s face something to be feared and respected. He’d started to gain some of his powers back, summoning small monsters was getting easier for him and fire manipulation, something that just sort of came with the territory when you were the ruler of “hell” was starting to come back to him as well. He sat in his arm chair and gazed lazily out of the large window in front of him. It was also easy to obtain lavish lodgings when technically you ruled over wealth too, but that was just an added bonus.

In one hand the monster held a wine glass, absentmindedly swirling the thick burgundy liquid around in his glass. His other hand was massaging the underside of a small fire, he lazily waved his hand and the flames instantly died out. He let his head rock back and rest against the chair, yawning lazily. He was very bored, and Ezra’s constant whining about him never getting control was getting annoying. He wanted to do something to distract himself. He downed the rest of his whine and stood slowly, stretching his stiff joints as he turned to go get changed.

He came out in a plain white t-shirt, dark denim jeans, and boots. It was too warm for a jacket, and he never really wore one anyway. Cerberus, his newest thug, roommate thing, was passed out in his room. Hades didn’t bother waking him, simply left him sprawled out on his bed, squirming and rolling in a very fitful sleep. It amused Hades to watch Charlie slowly lose his mind to the beast within him. The man slipped out of his apartment and within minutes was ambling lazily down the street. He smiled at everyone who made eye contact with him, best to at least look like you were friendly. He had no idea what he was going to do, but for now wandering down the sidewalk seemed pretty okay to him.

[Rosalia Mae Collins]

This city was amazing! Rosalia's eyes were constantly taking in the small wonders that surrounded her. This city was beautiful, sights everywhere to be seen. That needed to be seen. Her vacation would soon be coming to an end and she wanted to see as many of these marvelous views as she possibly could. It had been quite a surprise to her when her mother had agreed they go somewhere different for the vacation. It had been either New York City, Boston, or New Orleans. Having been to New York before a few years ago, though, and having no real intentions on visiting Boston, she had decided that New Orleans would be best. They had so much culture, so much to look at! And so far, the gardens and flower shops she had seen had been breathe taking! This was definitely the best decision she had ever made.

Her mother was distracted, busily examining flowers and asking questions of the sales merchant. Though Rose was usually quite happy to just stand next to her mother and hum, her curiosity was getting the better of her today. What with all the accents and movements and scents everywhere. She wanted to explore, to walk around by herself. She was old enough, she figured, so why not. She was almost certain that she would make it back to her mother before she even noticed, and it wasn't like she planned on walking all that far away. So, adjusting her light pink blouse and smoothing out the pocket area of her jeans, she glanced at her mother before slipping off.

Her eyes were full of wonder as she walked, looking everywhere, taking everything in. There were so many street vendors, so many things to buy that she wished she had brought more money with her. Or course, she hadn't. It was all in her hotel room. Silly girl. She was going to have to remember to bring more tomorrow. As she walked, she started to feel strange. Her feet seemed to gain a mind of their own and Rose felt almost as if she was being pulled towards something. She needed to go a certain way, had to find someone. Though the feeling of slight dread that filled her told her maybe it was someone she was supposed to avoid? In any case, the longer she walked, the stronger the pull felt. It reminded her of when she had met her mother, Iris. How she had felt a similar pull then, too. This was odd, even to her. And the more she wandered towards it, the farther away from her mother she had become. She sang as she walked, trying to use the soothing words and her calming voice to keep her head level as she walked.

The pull became all the stronger when she felt someone start to push her away, forcing her into a nearby alley. Terror filled her as she stared at the man doing it. A knife was in his hand and he kept advancing, pushing her into the end of the alley and up against a wall. Her singing had stopped as her eyes grew wider. "Now, now, now, what we got he'e. A jolie li'l texan all on 'er lonesome. Ain't dat a shame."

"G-g-g-get away from me... H-help! HELP!!!" she cried out in terror. This wasn't good. She shouldn't have wandered away from her mother.

((As a side note... Texan is actually a cajun term for 'outsider'. Fun fact of the day =D Also, hope you didn't mind that I jumped into this thread!))

[Ezra Tybalt Fitzgerald]

Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the w i l d


The dark aviator sunglasses over his eyes let him freely scan over people without them even realizing he was watching them. If they had any clue they were walking elbow to elbow with the devil himself, they might be a little more careful. He was bumped and shoved by hurried passerbys, he glared at them over the rims of his shades. A low growl caught in his throat. He shoved one man back, nearly toppling him over. A smug grin curled his lips as he watched the man scamper off like a terrified rat. People were always so willing to be rude when they didn’t realize just who they were being rude to. He could do rude, he could be nasty, and he was, he was just a damn good liar. He had no particular destination in mind, he was honestly just hoping to run into some indecisive immortals and turn them on to his view of Zeus and his lackeys. He was a persuasive man, and if he could influence Peitho to take his side, he’d have a weapon of persuasion to do this job for him. He’d have to track her down later, but for now, aimless wandering was the best he could muster.

He felt something familiar around him, something that seemed to be pulling him in, beckoning to him. He furrowed his brow and stopped for a second, his eyes glancing over the faces of many crowd members. He didn’t see anyone he recognized. He moved to where he could seem to feel the beckoning getting stronger, his eyes narrowed and muscles tensed. He wasn’t sure what sort of person was drawing him in and he wasn’t really up for being ambushed. Not today, this was a new shirt and blood was a bitch to get out. Not to mention Ezra’s body was destructible, and quite fragile. ”MY BODY IS FINE.” He snickered and pressed on, seeking out the one who seemed to be seeking him. ”Your body is squishy and soft.”

Cynical eyes looked around, the pull became stronger and when his eyes stopped on a petite blond woman in a light pink blouse. His heart thudded hard in his chest, he felt like he knew her, like he’d known her. He stopped where he was standing and just watched her. Her movements were so timid, almost like she was nervous. He wondered to himself if she’d felt an odd pull to him. He felt a small smile pull at his lips, she was beautiful, she looked flawless, and he wanted to know her. To reconnect with her, he wanted her. And he would do anything in his power to have her. He carefully began to move his way to her, the pull so strong now he knew it had to be her.

His muscles tensed as he saw someone approach her and force her into an alley. He snarled and hurried his pace, shoving people out of the way to get to her. He wasn’t prepared to lose this connection to some thug on the streets. He heard her cries for help and sprinted towards the alley. He skidded into the alleyway, silently, like a panther coiled to pounce on his prey, he stood behind her would-be assailant. He growled, his eyes dark and cold. “You have two seconds to drop the knife and back off before I show you what your innards look like.”His voice sounded like a native, southern gentleman who was severely pissed. He glanced at the woman and then fixed his eyes on the attacker and waited, his mind calculating several ways to eviscerate him on the spot.

[Rosalia Mae Collins]

Every single muscle in Rose's body started to tense up, her heart was racing, her hands shaking, lip quivering. Never had she actually felt this much fear in her entire life. It seemed almost unnatural to feel this way, really. Her hair fell into her face, covering her eyes and, hopefully, hiding some of the fear that filled them. Fear that the knife wielder seemed to crave. "Non, non. Don' go callin' fo' help now, p'tite. Ya gon' make me do somethin' dat ya ain't gon' like." He moved closer, bringing the knife up and using the dull edge to gently move her hair away from her eyes. A soft whimper fell from her lips and the man just seemed to adore it. Drawing the knife down her cheek, he flinched at the sound of a new voice from behind. Rose barely heard the other man, far too lost in her own fear. She lifted her head slightly, closing her eyes so she didn't have to look at the man.

Her thoughts were running rampant in her head. Most of them, though, seemed to revolve around the things she knew her mother would tell her. For one, she knew that the woman would be furious when she found out what had happened to her daughter. Just the thought of telling her alone sent a chill of terror to her bones. Not to mention the worry she could already imagine that would be in her mothers eyes. This was horrible. Terrible. She should have stayed close, should have waited for her mother to be finished talking to the vendor before dragging her off. But no, instead she had wandered right into trouble. She just wanted her mother, just wanted to know she was safe with her and not being held at knife point by some creep. How could this have happened? If she hadn't followed the pull...

Hearing the threat, he pulled the knife away and grabbed Rose roughly by the arm, twisting her and himself around in one fluid motion so that the blonde's back was pressed against him. His free hand wrapped around her body while the hand holding the knife instinctively moved to lightly press the blade against her throat. A small sqeak came from the girl as her eyes opened. Tears were already starting to dot the corners, threatening to roll down. Green , the color of leaves newly opened after the winter, and gold flecked eyes gazed upon the man who had come to help. Her heart beat quickened, though probably more for the fear than the familiarity that came with the man. "H-help..." she whimpered, though immediately regretted it.

The man added a little bit more pressure to the knife, making her stop everything immediately, her whimpers growing louder. "Now, we ain't done nothin' wrong yet. How's about you run along an' leave us alone t'our... playin'," he said with a cocky smirk. He moved the knife away from Rose's throat to point at Ezra while he talked. He could practically sense the power and anger coming from the other man and it was almost obvious that he was from around New Orleans just as well. But fear was one thing the asailant didn't seem to have much of, far too off the deep end already to care for measely threats that some bozo could muster.

Rose didn't know what to do other than stay still and try to blink away the tears. She had watched very little television before and never really took an interest in the self defense classes provided at Berkeley. One of the few things she made a mental note of was to enroll in one of those classes in case something like this happened again. There seemed to be a moment where the man's hold on her loosened and she could feel the knife pulled away from her throat. Without a second thought, she brought up one of her knees and kicked backwards, making the man let go entirely and double over for a second. Rose wasted no time in scurrying over to the other man and hiding behind him. She couldn't figure it out but something told her she could trust him. Well, at least enough to keep her safe for the time being.

The attacker was practically roaring in outrage at the loss of his prize. When he was finally able to straighten up, he took a few steps closer to Ezra and Rose, holding the knife out and pointing it at them. "No dat was not a smart move on yo' part, p'tite. Ya gon' pay fo' dat."

((^_^ Feel free to control the NPC guy. His text color is DarkSlateBlue. Hope this is alright!!!))

[Ezra Tybalt Fitzgerald]

Will he make it out alive? Alright, alright, no church in the w i l d

His eyes narrowed, his muscles begging to lurch forward and rip the man’s heart out, kill him. But as he watched the man spin around with the girl in his grasp. He growled, demonic sounds ripped from his chest as he watched, his eyes darting around, looking for something. He held his ground, refusing to back down from the creep. He shook his head and clenched his jaw. His eyes rested briefly on the girl’s terrified eyes. His softened for a moment, he wanted her to know that she would be okay, he wouldn’t let any harm come to her. His eyes tore from hers, glaring at the man again, all the kindness gone from his gaze. It was cold, piercing. Her pitiful whimpers would normally be music to his ears, but this girl was different, each whimper, pitiful sound made his heart ache and pushed him farther into rage.

When the man pressed the knife tighter, he took a step forward. He felt hot, abnormally hot, even for New Orleans. He snorted at his words. “I don’t think she wants to play with you. And I’m not going anywhere. You don’t know who you’re playin’ with.” Hades didn’t bat an eyelash at the knife, Ezra was having a meltdown in his head, but Hades stood strong. “Don’t point that thing at me unless you intend to use it, kid.” He knew he probably wouldn’t and even if the guy made a move he’d be dead before he could get near Ezra’s fragile body. He glanced to the girl once more before cutting his eyes back to the stranger.

He willed her to fight when the man loosened his grip, Ezra was biting his nails mentally, begging Hades to do something and stop standing there. He stood there, just waiting for her to move out of his grasp so he could act, he had big plans for this guy. He was going to make him hurt, and bad. He noticed the girl shift in the man’s grasp. He growled encouraging her to wrestle free, he knew she could. He knew she was strong enough to get away. He begged silently, for some reason he felt drawn to this woman and he wasn’t willing to lose it to some back alley thug. Ezra cheered as the woman broke free, Hades grinned and stood tall in front of her, glaring at the attacker with a “suck it” smirk.

Hades laughed at the man’s outrage, shaking his head as he stalked a step closer to the man, urging Rose to stay behind him. The man had taken a few steps of his own and Hades snarled in delight, as he suddenly grabbed the man’s wrist without warning in the middle of his amateur threat. “You were warned, you’re the only one who’s going to pay.” He chuckled and channeled his heat to his hand, it burned the man’s flesh, he howled in pain and dropped the knife to the pavement, he held out his other hand and the knife jumped into his palm. “Well, well, well. Looks like the shoe’s on the other foot now, kid.” He twirled the knife in his hand as the other man writhed in pain as his flesh was seered to the bone.
Hades wrestled the man back to the wall of the alley, a safe distance away from the girl. He gripped the knife tight in his hand and ran it gently along the man’s neck. “Let me tell you just who you pissed off today, before I end your pathetic life.” He chuckled. “You’ve pissed off the god of the underworld. You might think I’m crazy, but you’ll see. We’ll be spending a lot of time together in the future, so get ready.” The man blinked, to shocked to really argue. Hades stabbed the knife harshly into the mans gut and ripped it upwards with such force that it split his sternum. He pulled the knife all the way up to the underside of his chin and let his dying body collapse against the pavement.

Once that was done he melted the knife and tossed it to the side with an angry snarl. “Fucking blood... stupid back alley rapists...” He turned to look at the girl, covered in blood. Not even thinking that what he’d just done might be a little off putting. “Are you alright?”

((I hope this is okay>_< His muse is being weird.))

[Rosalia Mae Collins]

Rosalia was shaking badly as she stood behind Hades. She held her arms tight against her chest, trying to force herself to take nice deep breathes instead of the shallow ones that were plagueing her at the moment. Her lungs just couldn't seem to take in too much air at the moment, which worried her, though not anymore than the fear was worrying her. She could practically hear her own heart beat, it's arhythmic beat thudding in her ears. It was almost as bad as the sound of blood rushing through her veins, adrenaline coursing as a result of her terror. Her 'Fight or Flight' instincts told her to make a run for it but she could seem to get her legs to work. She just stood there, staring at the back of the man come to rescue her.

He urged her to stay behind him and there wasn't really much she could do other than oblige. She wasn't about to get between him and the freak with the knife. Even if her legs were working, she wasn't that stupid. If anything, she would have ran out of the alley and away, far far away. Somewhere that the thug couldn't hurt her. As appealing as the thought was, though, she didn't want to go too far away from the other man. What if she didn't find him again? She wanted to at least get a name of some sort, ease the part of her mind still trying to understand this pull. Not to mention, she couldn't just leave him. What if he got hurt? Well, then she would be screwed but that was completely besides the point. The one person she felt she knew in this whole city would be lost. She couldn't have that! Not so soon!

At the sound of the painful howls, though, Rose squeezed her eyes shut. Her hands frantically gripping at her top, nails digging into her shoulders as if she was trying to ground herself. She had never heard such sounds before and it was probably more terrifying that the thoughts of what the man had been planning on doing to her. She jumped, continuously wincing at the sounds of pain and agony coming from the thug. She tried moving her hands away from her shoulders but her nails just wouldn't budge. She didn't want to listen to the pain, to the screams but she didn't have much of a choice. Other than her shaking, she was completely 'paralyzed'. Frozen in her place.

She didn't really hear the words coming from the darker haired man, though if she had, a terrible confusion probably would have sank in along with the fear. No matter. She could feel something inside of her stirring. As if some part of her had been asleep or something. It only seemed to add onto her fear. She would have likely thought on it longer if the sounds of flesh ripping didn't catch her ears, making her twitch and shake all the more.

Her efforts at taking deeper breathes to calm herself seemed to fail, only ever becoming more and more shallow. At the sound of something falling, her eyelids twitched as if the eyes behind them were frantically moving about. The sounds of Hades' snarls filling her ears, finally able to actually hear the words. When he asked if she was alright, she simply shook her head no, trying to get her eyes to open. It took a little bit of mental force but, after a few moments, she was finally able to see again. Gazing over at Hades, her jaw dropped and her legs started to work again. Taking slow backsteps, she stared in even more horror at the sight of the blood covered man. She hadn't even seen the body yet, though she was likely not looking for it on purpose.

Rose's backsteps, though slow, weren't the most steady with her still shaking legs and she tripped over herself, falling back onto her rear end. The pitiful whimpering started up again as she stared up at him. She wanted her eyes to close but now they too were stuck. "P-p-p-please. D-don't hurt me..." she managed to stuttered.