Midnight Stroll

[jollyjohanna]

((This thread is open to everybody, but I'd like to keep it to only three more characters maximum. Then it will have a bigger chance to stay alive ))

After Carl Reed had gotten struck with his curse his appearance wasn't his top priority - no-one cared about a pot belly when their face never stayed in the same place for more than a couple of minutes. Actually, in university he'd been in great shape and back then he even used to run marathons - but that had been over 20 years and almost a 100 pounds ago.

He hadn't been very bothered about his weight that much, but lately he'd discovered that he lost his breath just by walking up a flight of stairs. With the fact that he couldn't see himself at a gym in consideration he'd started going out for long walks, preferably at night. The only problem was his curse - having to hide behind a pair of sunglasses at night could be as hazardous to you health as a few extra pounds.
"Ouch!"
Carl stumbled and managed to keep his balance. He'd hit his foot on a curb he had missed to see because of his sunglasses. He sighed and took them of, putting them in the pocket of his navy-blue jacket. His eyes spun around a full 360 degrees around his head, as if to celebrate not having to hide behind the dark glasses, before one centered itself on the front of his face and the other on the back of his head.
Carl continued his stroll, ready to put on the sunglasses if he met anyone. He was walking in the industrial area close to the docks - he wasn't really afraid of getting robbed, most robbers stayed away because of his size - and if anyone was going to attempt something he could always scare them away. Being cursed actually had a few ups. They were very few and didn't outweigh the downs, but it didn't hurt to remember that they existed.

[nightlightwolf]

Aburn walked silently around the docks he needed to buy a few things and this as the only place to get it he carried his dirty shovel behind him. " ........." he was silent as a mouse intill he slamed his shovel on the gravil and draged it he was a very thin boy in his teens with long stylish black and white air and corpse white skin. wearing tight black pants and a white v shirt he looked intimidating in the sense he looked like a vampire and couls eat you just by looking at you but he had a very scary and creepy feel to him ,like death stuck to him constantly.

[Nox]

A small fog bank rolls in....

"Its so quiet tonight" Izzy thought herself as she stumbles along in the mist. She is getting better with coordination now a days but its still a work in process. "Dang extra legs"

She's coming home from a long day at work. Had a lot of late night customers before closing and one had caused a bit of a mess. "Seriously some people should not be bringing children to a coffee shop -_- especially this late." She had just barely got out before sundown and is now wandering about looking for some place secluded.

She lets out a raspy sigh. She doesn't mind working but if she can't make it home before sundown she's pretty much stuck outside for the night. Its hard to squeeze all 18+ feet of herself back into her little apartment. Not to mention that the neighbors pitch a fit when they see a smoke demon wandering around the apartment complex. "Another night outside... Lovely... just lovely" she grumbles as she makes her way to the docks. "hmmm, if i'm lucky i might find another abandoned warehouse again. Oh i hope it doesn't rain tonight." Izzy picks up her pace keeping to the shadows. Hoping that her fog trail will keep her concealed...

[nightlightwolf]

Aburn looked over his shoulder and stoped his good hearing hear the feet and he narrowed his eyes and turned putting his shovel on his shoulder whistling. the tune rang through the docks it was a bery creepy song to it hung in the air and seemed to come from all angles.

[KB]

"I'm hungry," Tobias grunted lazily, as if the person within whom he resided actually cared. The person in question looked down quickly, her tired eyes widening in fear. She could never be happy when her son said those words; it was like he'd taken a hold of her heart and squeezed. It wasn't a late night snack for her. It was the merciless slaughter of yet another person, and at her hands.

"Y-you just ate a few days ago," Zelia whined in a weak, pleading voice. "You can't just break-"

"Our deal?" The voice within her mind burst into cold, smug laughter. "I can do whatever I want, whenever I want? You've forgotten, I suppose. Let's refresh that memory of yours, mother."

Her limbs went stiff. Her throat clogged, and her eyes watered as a sound akin to a smoke detector's alarm filled her ears. Any attempt to fight the loss of control over her body caused her skull to seemingly burst into flames. "Please," She whimpered in her mind, and the only response she was granted was the intangible feeling of an evil grin.

Zelia's attention focused on what she was actually doing once she recognized that there was no longer a lumpy, moth-bitten couch beneath her. She was making her way stiffly down a flight of stairs, two flights, and finally three to the ground floor. Outside, her skin prickled from the change in temperature, and her bare feet felt rough pavement. She was crossing the dingy street in front of her apartment, through the buzzing, fluorescent-lit streets surrounded by business and industrial buildings.

The only people that should feasibly be out would be the shady villains that lurked in the shadows, waiting for naive passers by. That thought alone gave Zelia a bit of relief; she allowed herself to twist the horrible things that her child did - no, that he had her do - into a good deed. It wasn't so hard, then. Still, she had a nervous feeling growing in the pit of her stomach as her feet lead her towards the sound of some sort of melody.

((Edit to add more~))

[nightlightwolf]

Aburn let out a thoaty chuckle as he sensed people near and continued to whistle in the foggy darkness and he lifted and droped the shovel creating a loud metalic back on the hardened rock under his feet. Four little grwwn balls of light swirled around him faintly souls you could guess but the where fadding and reappearing as he found himself going toward who ever who was wondering toward him his stomach growled and he stoped and cursed ." well shit..." he said hoarsely and stood and waited and started to whistle a morbid tone .

[jollyjohanna]

Carl suddenly stopped. One of his eyes took place on the palm of his hands and he held it up above his head and moved it slowly back and forth, as if he was waving at someone. Actually he was checking out his surroundings. Was it just him or was it getting foggier? No, it definitely was. Maybe he should start heading back to his appartment.
When he suddenly heard a whistling note he stopped. Maybe it wasn't a big deal, maybe it was just a late shift worker on his way home. But the sound had an eerie quality to it and he didn't like it. Carl's hand went to his right pocket where he always carried a little extra something just in case - a bottle of holy water, a silver crucifix and a spray canister filled with a mixture of vinegar and water. Carl wasn't very religious, but he knew enough of the 'other people' who lived in Bridgeport to know that you could never be too careful. Maybe he should invest in a can of Mace or something, just to be sure.

It was hard to hear from what direction the whistling was coming from, but he turned around and started to walk home. As he was walking he noticed a small shape who were walking on the street some distance in front of him. It was ayoung woman, she could have been no more than 20, with unkempt hair and a somewhat distressed look on her face. Carl put on his sunglasses - no need to scare her - and was first going to just leave her be, but then he remembered the whistling. Perhaps he had just imagined it... but then he heard a low chuckle before the whistling started again. That did it. He was not going to risk the well-being of a young woman, especially - as he noticed when he walked closer - if she was expecting a little one.
"Excuse me?" he said when he'd caught up with her. "Miss? Maybe you shouldn't be out at this time of the hour. This area of Bridgeport is not the safest place to be, you know."
He fired her a broad smile so she should see that it was a well-meaning warning and not a threat or anything. His mouth was for the time being positioned in the right are of his face, and so was his nose. Since he had his hood up he didn't have to worry about ears or the eye that were on the back of his head, and his other eye was still in the palm of his hand.

[Nox]

Meandering through the dock yards Izzy freezes Did i just hear whistling? She stays completely still, if she doesn't move she doesn't stumble...or at least thats the theory. Luckily her dark grey coloration makes it very easy for her to blend into the mists. She rears up slowly, a full 10 ft at least, to get a better look around. Sometimes being tall does have its advantages. She spies 4 blinking lights dancing Is that lights i see? Oh come on why would anybody be out tonight She trembles a little. Being a Bridgeport resident for a while, she knows that there are scarier things than her that wander the night. She's been lucky that her mist breath and size has been enough to deter most people and other things...

The lights move over and seem to dance about her head. She ducks quickly trying her best to avoid them Shoo! go away! Oh man...

All of a sudden she hears a man's voice
"Excuse me?" he said when he'd caught up with her. "Miss? Maybe you shouldn't be out at this time of the hour. This area of Bridgeport is not the safest place to be, you know."

You have no idea... Izzy slowly lowers herself down and stands still again.

[nightlightwolf]

Aburn watched them from the shadows and decided it was worth the risk and he threw his heavy steal shovel at them it hit the ground with a loud bang and it slid at there feet and he walked into view the lights scattered in alarm." well well....what have we here" he said rather dull and watched the girl very very closely then zoned in on her stomach this was the source and he grined" miss may i ask.....when are you due.....". he licked his upper lip , if he wasnt creepy than he was now. he watched the older man slightly ignoreing him he wasnt after the girl her self or him merely what was hiding in her stomach. the lights swirled around the fog demons head in a almost playful manner before returning to Aburn himself

[KB]

The sound of footsteps caused her stomach to twist anxiously, and Tobias forced her to slow down when she so desperately wanted to take off down the nearest side street and spare whomever was in the immediate vicinity.

"Excuse me? Miss?"

Only a small squeak the barely reflected her inner turmoil escaped her lips before her throat clogged and her limbs seized. She bent almost double, her body jerking in an unnatural manner as she fought feebly against Tobias' control. Her vision blurred with tears and her normally splotchy, pale countenance turned red with the exertion as she was turned around.

The dialogue that followed sounded muddled, like she was hearing it while a siren went off in her skull. The second individual was all but completely disregarded, as her son had found a target and his attention was focused solely on getting Zelia to the man who had approached her. A slightly sweet, slightly citrus-y smell filled her nostrils and her arms jerked up towards the man, as if reaching for a hug. A guttural noise rumbled from deep within her chest, and she lunged like a rag doll being thrown towards her prey.

No! The pleas were always the same, and always ignored. She felt like fainting, but her son commanded her attention instead, forcing her to watch as he sometimes did.

[jollyjohanna]

A banging sound made Carl flinch. The eye in the palm of his hand zoned in on the heavy metal shovel that had hit the ground and then panned slowly upward so he could see the skinny young teenager who had approached. The guy had shaggy black hair and smiled in a way no normal person was supposed to smile. Carl was suddenly sure - this guy was the source of the whistling. The weird light that suddenly appeared and started to cirkle around him just confirmed that something wasn't right with this guy.

When he started to talk it was clear that his focus was on the young woman. Carl wasn't your typical hero but he wasn't going to just stand and watch when something happened to a pregnant girl who might be the same age as his own daughter.
"Miss?" he said in a low voice and took a step towards the grinning teenage boy. "I suggest you get a move on as fast as -"
A low rumbling sound cut him off. The eye on the back of his head cirkled to his left temple and peered out from the hoodie at the girl, and it was first then he realized his mistake. He had forgotten the number one Bridgeport rule - nothing is what it looks like. The woman was shaking and twitching and was reaching out his arms against him, and before he could react she'd flung himself at him and knocked him to the ground. No woman, especially a frail-looking like this one, should be able to knock a man of Carl's size of his feet, but this one was way stronger than she looked.
All grinning, shovel-tossing, black-haired teenagers were suddenly forgotten when Carl had to struggle for dear life. He tried to wrestle away the lady with one arm while he desperately rummaged through his pocket with the other - in search of a crucifix, the holy water, whatever.

[nightlightwolf]

Aburn walked over and put his arm around the girls throat and pulled her back and growled" well well she shows the truth, you ok?" his question was for carl as he held the women easily and he whispered in her ear" if you dont stop struggling im going to suck the soul our of that parasite in your stomach we clear..?"

[Nox]

Shocked at the sudden exchange, Izzy had to use all her will power not to shout out a quick warning to the man when the woman lurched forward suddenly and knocked him over. right, just add to the situation will you!? Locked with indecision to jump out to scare them off of not, the strange dark haired teen beats her to it. Staying quiet she watches them, keeping an eye on the large hooded man.

The young man whispers into the ear of the woman. Izzy inches forward to see if she can catch what he say but hears nothing. The fog bank thickens as more mist spills from her pores from nervousness.

[KB]

Zelia's teeth were gnashing towards Carl's jugular just as she was snatched up and away from her prospective meal, her teeth clicking shut and the breath heaving out of her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she shook in Aburn's grip.

"if you dont stop struggling im going to suck the soul our of that parasite in your stomach we clear..?"

The bulge in her stomach seemed to writhe and her arms jerked to claw at the boy's arm. A raspy, gruesome voice responded with an almost indignant roar of, "Do it and I'll take her with me!" Tobias was furious, and willing to jeopardize both himself and his mother in his rage. How dare this thing presume to threaten him.

[jollyjohanna]

Suddenly the woman was lifted away from him. Carl crawled away form her until his back thudded against the nearest wall, then he got up on his feet. He was breathing heavily, but since he was no longer in immediate danger he was starting to calm down. When the black-haired teen asked if he was okay he nodded weakly.
"Yeah, thanks for... thanks."
When he said the that he would suck the soul out of the parasite in her stomach and she replied with a hoarse, throaty voice that was unlike every woman voice he'd ever heard.

Carl stood, still with his back against the wall, and looked from the guy to the growling woman. Realizing that he probably was the most human in the bunch, he wondered if he should take the chance to sneak awaywhile the other was arguing. But at the same time... Do it and I'll take her with me! What did that mean? Wasn't it the woman who was in control?
The mist was getting thicker.