Post by alexis on Nov 12, 2009 13:05:50 GMT -5
To sing when you're hurting
TO SING WHEN YOU CRY
To sing when you're living
TO SING WHEN YOU DIE
[/color][/size]TO SING WHEN YOU CRY
To sing when you're living
TO SING WHEN YOU DIE
Dusk in what used to be the mighty city of New York. The last rays of sunshine beamed down on the pestilence and ruin that now replaced the bustling center of the world. Sad, really, that such thing could befall such a magnificent place. Alice particularly enjoyed this city when it was still called a city... The lights, the sounds, the people. Never a dull moment.
Dull was actually one of the cities draws. Amongst the desolation of the world, entertainment, true entertainment, was drawing thin. Life was dull and cryptic everywhere, at least for those who took the world for what it was. Not exactly the same for Alice, who's face light up for a moment upon hearing the fate of her kind within the city. This was another chance to spill blood for her people. To rise up and lead them out of peril. What's more entertaining than that?
After a journey deemed exhausting by any living individual, Alice calmly walked into the outskirts, admiring the last rays of sunshine from a far. Beams of light danced upon the wrecks of cars, buildings and people, teasing Alice, daring her to venture forward. Such a terrible fate, to look at the beautiful sun and see nothing but a curtain of death.
Black combat boots sounded softly as Alice slowly made her way through the middle of the streets. A full-body cloak protecting her from what little rays may still wrap around the buildings, she couldn't help but feel terribly alone. For a place that was supposedly crawling with every species and even a new one, this place was a ghost town. If her eyes hadn't previously fallen upon fresh corpses and shell casings, she may have believed it was deserted. But she was much more keen than this.
Tonight, the goal was to find someone of her own kind and learn the gruesome details of what was happening around here. A task that sounded a lot easier in her head before she made the trek here. There weren't many clues as to where to begin. Nothing but vague scents, blowing amidst the dozens of others in the wind. Deciding she had nothing better to do, Alice fell to a single knee and began taking in information through her nose with greater detail. The scent of Werewolves was most prominent, like they over-ran the place. Followed closely by a new smell, one that Alice had to assume was the Angels. It wreaked of avian down. So this was the scent she'd come to hate very soon.
Finally, the scent of her own flitted up her tiny nostrils. Her fallen comrades. Many of them. It didn't smell that fresh, but it did smell like numerous were there. Was she already too late?
She didn't hesitate to move in the direction of her fallen brethren. Running at an incredible rate, her cold blue eyes tightened their focus, waiting for some form of confrontation to arise. Shadowed areas, large obstructions... If something was foolish enough to try to take her on right now, she would at least have them on fair grounds for a fight. Alice utterly despised cheap tactics and cowardly strikes. If you want to truly fight, you make yourself known, you show respect, and you fight clean. Too bad the days of such sportsmanship were dying indeed.
Many minutes of running brought Alice before a heavily damaged building, more-so than most other buildings she'd seen before. It truly looked as though a war was fought here. Smelled like it too. Vampires used to live here. Lots of Vampires. The familiar down scent once more crept inside her, and told her about everything else she needed to know. So the rumors were true. Her people had fallen to over-sized chickens.
Cautiously Alice made her way inside. There were so many scents about now, it would be difficult to know for sure if someone was near. The interior decorating only confirmed that Vampires lived here, as nothing would have the given taste in colors and furniture but an undead.
This brought Alice right back to square one again. What to do, where to go... Things weren't looking up at all. Her people might already be gone. Which would leave her with the most drastic of options. Werewolves. A shudder ran down Alice's spine at the very thought of working with them, when she realized she didn't even know if they had any quarrel with Angels. It was possible, likely even, that they had little issue with the Angels at all. After all, they did manage to clear out their natural enemy since the dawn of fucking time. Great.
Throwing her cloak onto broken lamp, Alice took a seat on the usable half of a sofa. With the cloak removed, Alice's armaments and other useful items were in plain view, strapped atop a bulletproof vest she'd snagged from a S.W.A.T. member many years ago. She really kicked herself for wasting his fire-arms so fast. She could really use something with a little more power than a knife. She threw her legs up onto of the sofa, and stretched out to give her legs a much needed rest.
If only there was some way to draw out those Vampires that were still alive. If only they could meet, rally, plot... If only she knew if there were even any left.[/font]