In the Fog [finished]

[Masquerade]

[Thread is now open only to other Wildcats/Vampires. Dx God, if anyone shows up I hope it's the latter]

The last breath of silvery twilight was fading quickly, leaving only the moon and stars to cast their weak illumination from behind the thick, nearly perfect, cloud cover.

It was a cool night, and a thick blanket of almost opaque fog had rolled in from the waterfront, obscuring shapes and giving the cityscape a surreal, dreamlike quality.

It was, in Geist's humble opinion, a perfectly gorgeous night.

The Vampire had been up since the late afternoon, rearranging his treasured assortment of odds and ends that he'd ferreted away from prying eyes. His stash, if you will. His latest find was being turned over his pale hands; it was a calculator, one of the solar powered kind. In the dark of the night the display was blank, but he'd seen it working in the evening sun. A good find, in his opinion. Most digital objects were long dead, usually from lack of batteries.

Something clattered out of sight, startling the boy out of his thoughts. Squeaking. Just a rat. Still, he slid his newest aquisition into one of the many inner pockets of his volumous greatcoat, and continued moving. It generally wasn't a good idea to sit in one place too long.

[Rico Brooks]

( No one posted so I thought I'd have a go if you dont mind ? ^_^ )

Rico stepped out of a side alley, the stench of blood filled his airways and he pulled a grim face. Wiping his combat knife off on a white oil rag he kept tucked in his belt, the blood mixed with the oil and glimmered in the moonlight. Stowing away the knife he stepped out onto the street. Steam rose from man hole covers and many fires glittered in the high windows of flats and offices. Rico could still smell the blood and felt warmth on his face, lifting his thumb he wiped down his cheek, smudging the blood down the side of his face. Trickling down from his temple the blood felt warm. He growled low and threw himself back against the steel railings of a shop window, the clatter ringing off down the street. He felt slightly light headed and weak after the scuffle and closed his eyes, letting the cool air wash over him.

[Masquerade]

Geist shuffled away from the mound of garbage bins he'd been rifling through, absently pawing the heavily nicked and scored handle of his weapon. Wraith-like he pushed through the fog, revelling in the way he lost track of where his limbs ended and the mists began.

He was a young boy, and in another time, perhaps one where his parents had never gotten on that bus, he might've spent his time playing video games or assembling models with the same deft fingers that ticked against the metal band at the base of the hilt.

As it was, warped as he was, he found himself on the prowl. Although, to be fair, he wasn't a real brawller; his prefered method of dispatching was from the shadows, or hidden in the mist like today. Quiet as the grave, just like the night itself.

Or, it would have been, had a sudden jarring clatter rang out down the streets.

Geist was off at a slow trot at once, heading for the source of the noise with the same deadly silence that he was known for.

[crap post, muse ran away with my spoon

Dx and is you and Eagle Eye stalking me? I always seem to be threadin' it with you guys~]

[Rico Brooks]

{ *gets on his knees and proclaims his undying love for you* Thats why ! }

Rico sighed lightly as the noise echoed around the streets, the flames of a nearby barrel fire blurred in and out of focus as he slowly slid down the metal grate onto the floor, his head swam and he coughed slightly, taking a brick to the side of the head was not what he expected when taking a piss. His head lolled and he was aware of someone approaching but he was too misted to do anything about it. He curled his legs up to his chest and folded one arm across his stomach, clutching the handle of his knife. The other hand came up in a shield like way. He'd been in this kind of situation before with a few Wild cats before he joined them, he'd taken a kick in. He slowly began to push himself up the metal grate again, looking at the shadowed figure moving through the mist towards him.

[Masquerade]

[Dx But boiz r icke! *tackles you*]

Geist was confused, although his conflicting thoughts on the situation didn't show through the stoney, glazed over depths of his eyes. It was someone from another Tribe, but he couldn't tell which due to the blanket of fog.

He licked his lips, a totally unnessecary movement in the damp that permiated everything, and shuffled closer. Whoever it was, they weren't 'all there'. Normally people were twitchy in the Grid, like a rabbit that knew there was a fox somewhere, but didn't know the predators exact location. Jumpy, and ready to lash out if you weren't careful.

Had Geist been able to, he might've called out to the unfamiliar person, maybe a greeting or demand of introduction. But he couldn't, so he just came closer, his knife now held defensively in one hand.

[Rico Brooks]

Rico let out a low growl as the shadowy fiqure moved forward

"...Who..Who the fuck are you ? " he questioned, his vision clearing up slowly. He had a decent hold on his knife and he could stand steady now, he braced himself like a cat to pounce and spoke again

"...Tribe ?"

[Masquerade]

Who was he? He was Geist, obviously.

Geist stared quizically at the youth before him, glancing at the knife with apparent indifference. He did, however, stop in his approach. The warped intelligence left behind dead gray eyes knew enough to do that. Like an attentive dog, the boy's head tilted to the side, looking at Rico blankly.

He assumed that, like most people, Rico would become aggrivated with his apparent unwillingness to talk, and attack. The blade in his tiny hand seemed amusingly large for his size, but the fingers that danced over the contoured grip were deadly in their deftness when dealing out death.

[Rico Brooks]

Rico blinked and shook his head, clearing his sense. He stood straight and flicked his eyes towards the blade the boy was holding and tightened the grip on his own. Rico was about to say something and had opened his mouth as a rounded stone struck the metal grate beside his head and a loud whoop cut through the air.

" You Gonna Bleeeeeed Tonight ! " Rico's eyes flashed past the boy infront of him and to a set of flats opposite him. He grit his teeth and spun the blade across the back of his hand and catching the handle again, the blade lain against the forearm of his leather jacket and spoke to the boy infront of him

".. Ignore what tribe your in, you ain't no Ciggarette I know that much but right now it's either fight or flight matey...because the Ciggies want us dead. "

[Masquerade]

Cigarettes?!

Not good. Even Geist, quiet little out of the way Geist, knew about the bad relations between the Cigarettes and the Vampires. He hadn't been able to tell where the projectile had originated thanks to the fog, but he sprinted for the nearest ally-way anyways, and dove behind a large stand of upended trash bins, disappearing from view as his innate skill at going unseen kicked in. He wanted no part in whatever the older boy was involved in.

Not that it should be said that Geist was a coward; he simply had an exceptional sense of self-preservation. Coupled with his lack of comradery with the strange boy, he felt no need to stick up for Rico.

[Rico Brooks]

The Voice was cracked and sounded that of an old mans but it came from a boy who stepped through the fog holding an iron pipe. He swung it with a wild glint in his eyes as the mist rolled around them

"...Your gonna pay for sticking brucey " he called as two more boys stepped up beside him, one was thin and gangly and carried a plank of wood riddled with nails, the other was short and stocky of a latino complexion gingling a chain.

Rico growled lowly to himself as the other boy he had been talking to dissapeared through the fog. Rico edged sideways slightly and barked at the pole wielding Cigarette.

"...Brucey...knew what he got himself into, he lost a fight you know how it goes.. he was stupid enough to brick me..and got sticked for it. " Rico's voice was riddled with anger, the other boy tightened his grip upon the pole and began to move towards Rico speaking rapidly as he did

"...Your gonna pay for what you done and no body round here is going to miss you.." those words clicked in the back of Rico's mind, they tore him back to the garage, to the day when the biker said those words to him and killed all three of his brothers. Rico lost control of his body and flung himself forward with a rage filled roar and buffeted the boy to the ground, ramming his knife straight into the boys face until the cross tree of the blade clacked against his forehead. Unable to wrench the blade free as the boy squirmed and gurgled Rico turned to the next one, lunging at his throat Rico gripped the stocky boys trachea and pulled, the boys chain coming down hard upon Rico's shoulder, he felt it but he didn't feel the pain, the anger and the andrenaline were too much. The boy stumbled backwards trying to gasp for air, stumbling into a stack of trash cans. Rico arched his back and howled into the night as the plank of wood connected with his lower back, some of the nails bent against his leather jacket but a few pierced it and dug into his back. He pulled himself from the plank and snatched up the chain the dying boy had dropped. Turning with blood in his eyes Rico flailed the tall boys face with the chain causing him to yelp loudly and drop the plank, in one swift move Rico had the chain round the boys neck and had him kicked to the ground, tugging upon the chain until the boy hung limp.

Rico dropped the chain and the boys head cracked against the floor, their eyes glazed in the flickering fire light, Rico stood gasping for air, his chest heaving in and out, his hair was plastered to his face with sweat and he could now feel the massive welt upon his shoulder swelling up and the puncture wounds from the nails. He shuddered slightly and blinked a few times, placing on hand upon the handle of his dagger he placed his boot upon the boys forehead and wrenched the blade free, splattering gore all up the metal grate. Wiping the blade down upon the pipe boys old faded t-shirt Rico stowed away his knife and began to stumble into the street, he needed to find someone who could patch him up, quickly.

[Masquerade]

[Dude, hope you ain't counting on Geist coming to the first-aid rescue. Kid can barely put on a bandaid.

And out of curiousity, when in teh hell did a fire pop up? ]

Geist watched all of this happen from the thin crack in the side of one rusted bin, cold and calculating as he watched the fight progress.

More and more he was beginning to be glad that he'd run rather than stayed behind. The Wildcat seemed to hold his own well enough, and had the three subdued with only a few flesh wounds. He'd live. As would Geist, who's new main goal was to return to the tower and try to pass on all that he'd seen.

[Er...I suppose this is over, then?]

[Rico Brooks]

[ I explained the barrel fire didn't I ? in an earlier post ? O.o...if i didn't....theres a barrel fire there >.> ]

Rico clutched at his shoulder and let out a low moan and dropped to his knee's the added pain of his shoulder, his head and his back were really taking their toll on his weakened state, he noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye and saw it was the boy who'd ran

"...Uhhh... dont suppose I can get a hand up here ? "

[Masquerade]

Geist paused midstep, having snuck out from his hiding place and started off in the directon of Rhymes Square, looking back over his shoulder as the older youths voice cried out.

He wanted a hand?

The only thing he got from Geist was a long, cold stare over the thick collar of the Vampire's greatcoat, before the boy suddenly darted off, becoming one with the fog and disappearing from sight and sound.

Yeah, he wasn't going to win any humanitarian awards anytime soon.

[picks up in Bat Outta Hell over in Rhymes Square..]

[Mina Crow]

[Mask, whadda hell happened to Bat Outta Hell? The thread seems to have been deleted. I didn't touch it, and I'm sure Seraph has done nothing with it either.]

[Masquerade]

[[*snork* xD I deleted it, it wasn't getting any attention and all the other Vampires were busy in other places.]]