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Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

Light filtered hazy through the mists that coalesced around her, eyes peeking open as she lifted her head out of the dirt that was ground into her face and sticking to the saliva leaking out of the corner of her mouth. Her hands were slow to wipe it away, a low groan coming from deep in her chest as she pushed herself off the sands of this... Place. Her memories were coming back to her in slow waves, her hands brushing her hair away from her face as she took a look around herself. The beach that she was on spread in a large half-circle around a large lake, the water lapping just feet away as black as the sky that hung above her. They settled finally on the only other person in the sands, her brows knitting together as she fought to figure out the situation. He was handsome, her eyes roaming over the gentle face with scruff on his chin in a light beard down to his body, toned and beautiful. The memories of what happened came to her not anymore as small waves that washed gentle through her mind but a harsh one that moved over her harsh and unforgiving, drowning out her thoughts. Her heart clenched hard in her chest and she felt the burn in her heart again of the shot that she'd taken, her hands clutching at her breast as she gasped, face falling back into the dirt. She writhed like that for a moment before the pain subsided, her body finally falling lax into it slow, head turning towards him as she spat sand from her mouth, Wh-who are you? She asked, laying in the sand like a kicked animal, whimpering as she curled up slowly.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

He rolled his eyes internally again. Great, she's THAT kind of soul. The kind that...felt. That would hold on to their old lives like a child to a car door at the dentists office. This was going to take a long time. Spencer, and welcome to hell. He took some sand and threw it into the water, the rippling causing the monsters within to writhe in agony and threaten the beings on the shoreline. If you know what's good for you, you will get away from the edge. He didn't smile. Which, was true at any time, actually. He looked over at her. At least she wasn't so bad looking herself. At least the view around here would brighten for a little while, until she realized her future here. He looked up into the sky. At least it wasn't so...red. And fiery. Clouds obscured any real source of light, which wouldn't be natural down here anyway. The effect looked like it was some middle ground between dusk and dawn.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

The man's face was gentle but she was coming to see it lacked emotion, her hand pushing herself up out of the sand and moving away from the rippling waters as she saw the way the creatures inside of it writhed and growled. Spikes rippled just above the surface not three feet away, black scales glittering as she watched it sink back below, the waters becoming smooth again almost instantly. She shuddered to think of what would thrive beneath the surface of a lake like that, her body pulling away from the shore slowly, leaving gouges in the sand before she managed to get herself onto her shaky and trembling feet. Hell. She repeated the word, brushing sand off her legs slowly as she looked around herself now. It wasn't like most people imagined with fire and screaming souls, but she also knew this was likely just the beginning of it all. I don't belong here. I.. She brushed her hair away from her face and realized now that this was indeed hell, as she caught sight of something that looked nearly prehistoric flying overhead, a deafening shriek coming from it. Jesus! Alicia cowered away from it and shuddered, looking to Spencer for some sort of... Anything, really. How are you so calm?
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

He gave her a sardonic smile, laying back against the sand. Once you have been here for...5, 6? Wow...600 years, you start to get used to the fact that you are never going to know happiness again. Calm, then, is inevitable. Hell really isn't so chaotic, it's just what you think your reaction should be to your surroundings. As to whether or not you belong here, the council doesn't make mistakes. You know how it is in prisons. At least, from what I remember. Everyone says they are innocent, that they don't belong in prison. Especially the ones who have committed the worse crimes. He took a deep breath. This place is a manifestation of the worst that could happen in any reality to any soul. So the sooner you come to the realization that you are stuck here, the better off you will be. He closed his eyes then. He had laid the bait, he just needed her to bite. She was a bit more optimistic, he could feel it, than most souls that made it here. Besides, she had to go find her true love, wherever he may be.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

Alicia stared at the vast black lake as she listened to the man, her teeth chewing on her lower lip as she fought with the idea that she truly was guilty, though she knew in her heart that it wasn't so. Her arms crossed over her chest after a moment and her lips set in a hard line, teeth finally releasing her lower one. No. She said, looking back at him, You've been here for centuries. Surely you must know something about this place. There has to be a way out. I won't just accept this. She said, her arms hugging herself as another creature passed overhead, admittedly stepping closer towards him in way of seeking some form of protection. Her skin crawled and she let out a low shudder before straightening up proud again, I... I would appreciate if you would come with me. But I understand if you're not willing to. Her voice said she was okay with it but her eyes were pleading, sorrowful even.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

What a bother. But, definitely took the bait. Just as arrogant about always having a way out as any other poor soul that enters here. Of course, there is always some form of hope, even in hell. It's what makes the misery here so much worse. If you could make it there, then you would be free. But, with all the trials ahead, no one thinks it's possible. And resign themselves to their fate. He got up and brushed himself off. I could go for a jog, I could show you where it is. But, here's the thing. It's in the center of hell. In Satan's own abode. A way to reach back into the heavens and make your way up. Though, I'm telling you, it's a waste of time. He pointed to the creature in the sky. As the demon flies, heading that way will put us in the right direction. He put his hands in his pocket and started walking, the mist around them keeping the visibility to a minimum. They would walk right by the lake, and beyond.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

The man had quite obviously lost all of his will to fight for himself years ago, or perhaps he'd always been a cynic in life so that it followed him into death. Either way, she refused to let him damper her mood and make her feel like it was hopeless. She refused to believe that the world was without hope, even if it was the underworld. She followed him in their slow walk around the lake, her eyes looking out over the glass-still water as she thought about what it must have been like to be here for so long. It was like living forever, in a sense, but without all of the fun. So, She said, uncomfortable with the silence as it seemed that Spencer had lost some of his social training from life, What happened to your clothes? She asked, as politely as she could as it was pretty obvious he'd been through something pretty awful. Her own clothing wasn't all that worse for wear, save for the hole where she'd been shot still in the materials of her blouse, letting the soft curve of her breast be visible through the cotton fabric.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

He turned and looked at her, that same cynical smile on his face. This, this is my reminder of when I departed. A spear through the side. Even for my time, that was pretty usunual. But, then again, that madman was clearly...troubled. It took several stabs before he stopped, and I was gone. He remembered it ruefully, and with a bit of glee when he found the man had finally made his way there several years later. THAT had been a fun hell to create. He pointed at her hole with his finger, pressing against her breast unintentionally. This is a reminder of your fatal wound. What happened to you as you departed earth. He turned around and kept walking. Try not to dwell on it. Changing clothes only makes the mark show back up. He illustrated this by grabbing a shirt he had found on the ground while they were walking. He took his off and put it on, only for the hole to instantly appear with an audible rip of the clothing. See?
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

A spear? He wasn't joking that he was centuries old, her brow furrowing just a bit as she examined the way that it looked, the scar on his body a constant reminder of what he'd been through. Her own shirt didn't look that bad but it was a grim reminder that she had lost the one thing she had longed for most in life. Her own stupid ambitions of a life of love was what had lead to her demise and she understood after a few moments of bitter rumination what exactly he meant when he said not to linger on it. She nodded, That's probably best. She agreed, feeling a blush on her face as he touched her breast through the shirt, her eyes averting from him though she should have expected more than just a simple touch in a place such as hell. His demonstration of was enough to make her frown, staring at the world around them instead of the troubling thought of how the world worked here. It was subtle, but it was a mind game to make someone constantly think of what it was that had killed them. I guess I never thought Hell would be like this. People always talk about fire and endless torture, but never about the little things. She stared at the woods that they were approaching, looking at the branches and how they seemed to scrape the sky like daggers. I suppose this won't be a leisurely walk through the woods, will it?
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

He huffed. Not likely. On your point, hell is not all fire and brimstone. It's the manifestation of worst nightmares and torturous imaginations. For some that actually is fire and brimstone. For others, it might be getting lost in the woods, in a wild that is...more alive than you think... he smirked back at her as he stared at the edge of the woods. Are you sure you want to do this? What's in there won't just let you pass without a payment. There is always one here. Always a cost, he thought. At the expense of his soul, he was able to bypass his own hell. He wondered what it would take to get through here. He had heard of these woods, but never actually passed through them. Whoever designed this path for her was definitely messed up a little. I'm telling you, it's ok to give up. No one cares here, especially not me.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

A personal Hell? Just what exactly would a Hell that was designed just for her entail? She frowned to herself as she tried to imagine her own worst nightmares brought to life, the horrors her mind had made as both a child and an adult. The woods would be a perfect place for most of her nightmares to come to life, her eyes moving over the trees that warmed around her slowly. These woods were so many unlike the ones on earth that grew dense slowly until even a path wasn't visible. These seemed to swallow you immediately, the trees already lingering too close for comfort. Spencer... What did you mean by... Payment? She asked as she heard something moving in the shadows not so far away, a low rumbling growl coming slowly from the brush. Her skin came alive with goosebumps and she pressed closer to the man, though she hardly knew him from anyone else.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

Just...be quiet. And avoid anything off the main path. He shoved her away from him and continued on. She was...close...and she had looked to him for comfort. Or something. He was confused by it. He was the devil's errand boy, not some girly fantasy. Whatever. He marched into the grasses, straight onto a path not quite visible from the wasteland. He waved her on and kept walking. She would learn what he meant by payment soon enough. But he hoped that he would extract the payment, rather than have these animals at her. He wasn't comfortable with this part of the plan for her. He walked on for a while, willing the creatures to hold back a while. He didn't want to have to get his hands dirty. After all, he was hoping this would be one of his last assignments for a while. He needed to recharge his energies, and hell had kept his task list long. The woods got darker and danker. He knew they would reach the swamp soon. Which was a whole other bag of worms. Yeah, bag, because that meant it would be even harder to control.
Thread: Devil's Dance [ Bear & Jacob.Johnson.28 ]

There was no comfort to be had in the proximity of his body as it seemed that he didn't want her anywhere near him. She felt her heart sink as he shoved her, another reminder that this wasn't just a casual stroll through the woods but rather an adventure into something far more dangerous than anything she'd ever imagined or dreamed of in her years on earth. Despite his frosty exterior, she did keep close to him as he lead the way down a path that was barely visible, obviously having walked down it many a time before. He was calm even as the forest started to get darker, the world seeming to close in on them as she hugged herself to defend against the creeping feeling that something was following them. The brush moved to her left and she couldn't help but press further to the right, a low whimper escaping from her throat as she fought against the urge to scream, her hands clasping over her mouth as the creature from the brush moved again, loping slowly out of its hiding spot to join them on the path. It was a creature that she couldn't have imagined, a mixture of plant and animal. Its body was shaped like a panther but the head was replaced with a large and blossoming flower, teeth lining the gaping orifice. Despite his very clear stance on physical contact, she couldn't resist but to grasp his hand, Spencer-- She didn't have time to finish her statement before the creature let out a noise that sounded like the shriek of a banshee, its petal-mouth spreading and looking every bit the nightmare she'd imagined.
Thread: Prologue - a second chance.

I honestly hadn't expected anyone to read this, but a few people sent me some messages. Since I still haven't actually decided on the overall direction fully, I decided to put a poll on here for you guys to dictate which way it might go. Poll will last 7 days then I'll write the next bit.
Thread: Prejudice and Desire (Niah & AtypicalTyrant)

Romeo Alfieri was tired. It had been a long night, one where he just hadn't been able to sleep like he normally would have. Normally, that wouldn't be much of a problem. But normally, he didn't have a big match that night. Micky Rowan, or Big Mic as everyone called him, was a nasty piece of work. A big guy that had been beating up people his whole life, turning to boxing when he realized he could make money off of his favorite pastime. Romeo was good, easily the more skilled of the two, but Mic was gifted with a pair of naturally long arms and about three more inches in height. It wouldn't seem like much to most people, but in the ring, it was more than enough. It also didn't help that there was something of a beef between the two sportsmen. Mic had fought Romeo in his debut fight, losing by TKO in the first round. There second bout went better, but still left Romeo as the unquestioned victor. It had been two years since then, and now Mic had actually learned how to fight like a pro and put his gifts to work. This left the usually confident Romeo unsure if he was going to be able to pull out a win. All he did know was that he'd likely be sore for the next few days. With this sense of tension and tiredness, he walked into the place that always seemed to relax him the Red Rose Diner. Born and raised in this town, Romeo had become familiar with this place from the countless trips taken here as a child with his parents, with his mother after his father had passed away, and by himself when she had followed in her husband's footsteps. Romeo even lived on the same street Rose, often helping her and her husband out when they needed it. All that meant that even though a Starbucks had come to town recently, Romeo refused to get his coffee anywhere else. A lot could be said about the man, but his loyalty was never called into question. That said, he found himself dreading going into the place more and more lately. It all started half a year ago when Rose had hired a new girl to work as a waitress at the place. When Romeo was told this, of course his red blooded male instincts kicked in. But when he saw her, he was incredibly disappointed with Rose. With all the good white gorls that had been born in this town, why would she hire some yellow-skinned foreigner who probably barely spoke English. Of course he quickly learned she could speak quite fluently, but that didn't change his mind. She was just stealing that job from someone more deserving and qualified. Of course he was a gentleman, or at least tried to be, so he minded his manners as best as he could. On the rare occasion that he did need to address, he even called her Chae, not Chink as his instinctual reaction demanded. Still, he didn't like seeing her. Every time he saw her, he just felt angry. It was so bad that he had even not come on several occasions because he knew she was working there. But today, he needed coffee. So he walked in the front door, hoping it was Johanna working there today. He was wrong.
Thread: Prejudice and Desire (Niah & AtypicalTyrant)

Chae had just finished jotting down an order and handing it over to Matt, the cook, when the door to the Red Rose swung open. She looked up instinctively with a smile, but it faltered somewhat when she saw who it was, Romeo. The man looked tense and seeing her face clearly didn't improve his mood. Chae found herself grimacing internally, it looked like it was going to be one of those days. Surprise, surprise the male wasn't happy to see her. She swore the look of disappointment stemmed from him hoping that every time he came by she would have been fired since his last visit. Alas, she was still here and still doing something apparently abhorrent just by existing. The young woman wasn't the type to see racism in everything. The fact that the only difference between her and the people that Romeo treated nicely was her race, almost seemed to go over her head. Maybe she was naive, always wanting to see the best in people. Perhaps she just preferred to believe that Romeo had an issue with her as a person and not as a Korean. Or it could very likely be that she just couldn't understand how someone could be a good person and a racist. The two just didn't seem compatible to her. Yet without her knowing, that's exactly what Romeo was. Gentleman to all and friend to everyone... as long as you're white. Chae had to press down the urge to turn around and run, hoping that Rose would take his order instead. Luckily the older woman did indeed greet Romeo instantly. Well hey there hun, good look for your big match tonight. Rose said with a warm smile and gave Romeo a hug. Rose was very much like a mother to all of the regulars that came in and out of the diner. The town had a very neighborly feel to it, another reason why her parents had probably moved here. Chae went to turn away, but unfortunately that's when her good luck ran out. Chae sweetheart, get Romeo anything he wants, on the house. Rose called to her, before looking back to Romeo like a proud mama bear. You do so much for us hun, it's the least I can do! She insisted in a loving manner, before showing Romeo to his table. Chae walked on over, pulling at her uniform slightly, the male always made her feel uncomfortable. What can I get you? She asked sheepishly.
Thread: It's only natural [sailingsam and Sigr]

Nowhere near the first and certainly not the last of sighs escaping her lips sounded as she dragged her feet along the school corridor. Those sneakers made her feet feel trapped, but at least they were flat unlike what other girls around were wearing on their feet. The jeans hugging her fit legs seemed to fold in the worst ways possible, and they were a poor choice on that warm day of September. The San Diego West Institute was a fine place, but even if the classes were cooled, walking around was a pain and she felt like her underwear was riding up uncomfortably. Another few steps, another sigh. Anyone who looked at her would see a lean girl looking as her backpack bothered her, but it really was the bra, that seemed to bite into her flesh in every way possible. The thought of having to wear that awful thing baffled her, specially when she didn't have that much to support in the front. At least the white blouse she was wearing was loose enough to be the least of her worries, but she missed to feel her black long hair caress her back, something she never thought she would. The tanned girl finally arrived into her designated classroom, seemingly just in time for the teacher to introduce her. This is Leaf Washington, she's a couple days late due to paperwork, but she'll joining us starting today announced the teacher, a wiry woman in her fifties with salt and pepper curly hair that went everywhere. There is a free spot right there, dear she pointed to an empty desk, letting her go. As Leaf was walking there, she noticed she would be sitting next to a redheaded girl that was looking at her funny, but then again, all the class was looking at her. What was it? Did she do something wrong? Leaf sat down in her place with yet another sigh, unpacking her things around. She understood that her parents wanted her to mingle with kids her age that didn't belong to their usual circle of friends, that there was only so much they could teach the sixteen year old girl and that she deserved to pick her way in life... but the truth was that abandoning her zone of comfort was turning to be a pain, and that was just the beginning. Finally looking at the clock, Leaf noticed that she had indeed arrived quite late to the class even if the teacher had said nothing about it. It seemed that all her discomfort, awkwardness and, she had to admit it, purposefully walking around slowly, it had costed her most of her class time. It wasn't like Leaf wanted to be expelled, that would only be a headache for her parents and they would send her to another high school, so any kind of childish plan of misbehaving so she could return home was out of her mind. At least she could make new friends there, right? Leaf hoped that being a couple of days late didn't mean that everyone already knew each other and she was going to be treated like an outsider, even if that was probably what she was.