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[Kitty Davis]

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DONE BY MYST!

if  god  is  on  our  side

then god is a joker, asleep on the job his children fall over

Kitty groaned as she slowly opened her eyes and squinted up at the bright blue sky. Her head hurt, her back ached, her ribs screamed with every breath and her shoulders protested violently as she propped herself up on her elbows. Looking around she frowned, Kitty's mouth felt as if someone had been stuffing cotton balls into it to make her be quiet. Licking her lips Kitty forced herself up to her feet and wrapped her right arm around her stomach, the night before was a blank to her; she didn't remember a thing.

Looking around she rolled her eyes seeing she was in the abandoned shipyard, oh yes, people were creative. Kitty began to try to stagger towards where she assumed the exit was, from the protesting and crying her body was doing Kitty was sure she'd had the living daylights beaten out of her the night before. And the pain she was feeling in her head she was sure was the telltale signs of a concussion. She'd had enough concussions in her young life to know the feeling of them, stopping for a moment Kitty began running through a mental checklist of her injuries.

A rib or two broken, concussion, her face was numb so she probably looked a mess; bruised shoulders and her arms and legs were burning so she was sure she had scraps or cuts there. Forcing herself to walk on some more Kitty found a poll, leaning against it she let herself slide down to the ground with a groan and closed her eyes for a moment or two before she heard footsteps close by. "Hey, how's it going?" Kitty croaked out giving a lopsided grin as she kept her eyes closed not knowing who was close to her.

[Roy Schnyder]

Another miserable day in this forsaken, dirty world. The air was cold, the night was quiet and had a haunted feel to it as the dark aura of this wandering creature drifted through the realm. It was wrong, nature knew it... Everything about this creature was not meant to be...yet here he was.

It seemed like even the night crickets quieted to his presence...such darkness, it was never well received. So many have met their last moment at the whim of his devil yet it did not haunt him. It didn't haunt them, so why would it him? Nothing haunted him anymore.

It was not unusual to for him to wander in the darkness and from all dark creatures he was the darkest. Yet his appearance made him look rather...angelic; though that was far from what this soul-less creature was. He had icy-blue eyes, pale skin and fair blonde hair. He was also dressed all in white. White pants, white shoes, white long sleeve shirt...almost like a specter.

He was dangerous, but as dangerous as he could be, he could also be benevolent, it all depended how far you could entertain his curiosity. The name of this disturbed creature is Roy. Cursed to roam the land as a demon after being killed as a gifted baby human.

Roy liked his solitude, yet he knew someone else was here, which was rather unlikely. The only explanation for another creature to be here was if it was an outcast...like him. He had kind of a soft spot for outcasts...he could almost empathize. And I say almost because emotions rarely ever come by Roy.

If you kept Roy interested and curious, your chances of being unharmed were significantly higher, and right now, he was curious. Without hesitation he slowly made his way to the wounded female, looking down at her with an emotionless expression upon his face, his icy-blue eyes scanning her carefully. What a pitiful creature... Yet Roy saw opportunity.

How's it going? How cynical of her to ask. Roy opened a telepathic channel in her mind without her noticing. Roy never spoke out loud, ever, whatever little communication he had, it always happened through telepathy. It was probable that he was killed before developing the ability, or that he could and simply did not speak, or perhaps he was actually mute. -You tell me.- He said, answering her question with a question. Because she was not looking at him, she couldn't tell his lips weren't moving and that his voice was coming from his mind into hers, not his mouth.

However, Roy was a blunt creature, not particularly good with small talk. -Do you want revenge?- He asked, coldly. He didn't need a reason to hunt someone down but having a reason was always more...interesting.

[Isaiah Galloway]

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