He listens and grabs his go to black pistol and takes it, looking down at it.
“Okay so… we follow him home after we find out where he works? Or where he lives? Salvi is more than capable of helping us swing this, you’re right…”
He shuts his eyes tightly, a headache hits him suddenly. He groans, almost a growl and holds his head. It nearly doubles him over. He opens his eyes, his vision already disturbed. He shuts his eyes again and holds onto the wall so he doesn’t fall over. He exhales a deep growl of pain.
Vertigo, vision disturbance, and disorientation always accompanied the pain of his headaches. He nearly falls sideways and he cowers under the pain, his head bowed.
He keeps groaning and feels nauseated.
“Yeah.” He forces out and holds his head. Fingers gripping his hair hard. The words splitting headache come to mind. His head feels cut plain in half. He sees images and hears sounds that are likely from memories resurfacing.
He nods and when she takes his hands and kisses his nose he laughs, his smile lingering.
“I dunno. Maybe… uh, Salvi might have answers Gabe doesn’t, you know? He’s like a walkin’ encyclopedia, kinda.” He looks lost in thought for a second.
“If it can’t be fixed, there’s always meds and… I am getting back bits and pieces. That’s somethin’.” He looks at her, into her eyes.
If this is as good as it gets, they might just need a plan for the headaches.
“I’ll ask him. He always seems ready and willing to help…” He rubs his thumb over her hand and leans to kiss her for a moment. He smiles at her and chuckles softly.
“Are you excited to fuck some shit up and find something pretty?” He feels a bit better with the plan to talk to Salvi rather than Gabe. This situation seems to be one that needs to be handled with care.
Riley laughs.
“Yeah, he would be. And he’s talked about killin’ angels. Why don’t we just send him? Oh, the necklace has to be there, huh?” He sighs and drinks some soda.
He smiles and walks around to go with her and look at the guns.
“This guy wouldn’t see it comin’ right? He should have no clue who we are. Gabe could poof us in and out. This might be a team effort.”
He listens and grabs his go to black pistol and takes it, looking down at it.
“Okay so… we follow him home after we find out where he works? Or where he lives? Salvi is more than capable of helping us swing this, you’re right…”
He shuts his eyes tightly, a headache hits him suddenly. He groans, almost a growl and holds his head. It nearly doubles him over. He opens his eyes, his vision already disturbed. He shuts his eyes again and holds onto the wall so he doesn’t fall over. He exhales a deep growl of pain.
Vertigo, vision disturbance, and disorientation always accompanied the pain of his headaches. He nearly falls sideways and he cowers under the pain, his head bowed.
“Not too good. I get hooked on stuff easy. I am starting to remember things though, little bits here and there, nothin’ crazy. Like my brain is tryin’ to fix itself or somethin’. I’m not fixed but I… feel better than I was but got headaches as a bonus, I guess.”
He shakes his head.
“No leads, yet.” He sighs and rubs his hands on his jeans a little. He worries sometimes that this is all wishful thinking, and that his brain is never going to be the same.
He nods and when she takes his hands and kisses his nose he laughs, his smile lingering.
“I dunno. Maybe… uh, Salvi might have answers Gabe doesn’t, you know? He’s like a walkin’ encyclopedia, kinda.” He looks lost in thought for a second.
“If it can’t be fixed, there’s always meds and… I am getting back bits and pieces. That’s somethin’.” He looks at her, into her eyes.
If this is as good as it gets, they might just need a plan for the headaches.
Everything happened so quickly.
Jessica’s mind had no reference to what this felt like except maybe Jurassic Park. The truck is speeding so fast with no real destination in mind. And for the first 30 seconds, it was close. The monster was very large, eyes appearing black, with blueish gray skin that looked tough. It had large hand like extensions at the end of thick front limbs, and a large mouth with large teeth. Jessica’s eyes are wide as she cranes to look back as it chases, but eventually it stops as if chasing the truck is no longer worth it.
Simon doesn’t stop though. He wants to get far enough away for him to feel safe.
“All our stuff is back there.” The man says, thinking of survival for him and his daughter. Jessica realizes that her and Marian’s stuff is back there too. She looks at her.
He exhales a deep breath in the backseat, keeping his daughter close. Thoughts rack his mind rapidly. Simon drives a few more minutes and finally stops. He immediately looks back, but the coast is clear as far as the eye can see. Jessica is shaking and leans on Marian a bit. She tries to steady her heart and breath.
He is thinking of what to say when she finally relents. He grins and laughs excitedly. When she stands up, he gets a sudden burst of energy.
“Thank you.” He says, eyes and grin wide and wicked. He looks more demon than human when he makes this face, as if he is pushing his features past what most humans can.
“We could go find a random.”
This is treated as an order and Gabe’s face drops instantly on command. He doesn’t mind it though. He is still excited for a blood bath.
“Preference?” He thinks to himself, humans were much too sensitive for his preferences most times.
“I always love to torture the deeply religious. It’s funny.”
He looks at her a little skeptically.
“I can’t imagine you not wanting anyone dead.” He says honestly. She always seemed inclined to kill something.
“Unless you’ve traded in murder for… reading.”
He is thinking of what to say when she finally relents. He grins and laughs excitedly. When she stands up, he gets a sudden burst of energy.
“Thank you.” He says, eyes and grin wide and wicked. He looks more demon than human when he makes this face, as if he is pushing his features past what most humans can.
“We could go find a random.”
There’s an unspoken beauty in original characters within the RP community—one that deserves more recognition. Think about it: from a single spark of inspiration (or trauma or just a feral creature that got a voice in your head), you created an entire being. You gave them a story, a past, a life. You built a world around them or wove them seamlessly into an existing one. They exist because of you—your imagination, your dedication, your heart. That’s something incredible. Be proud of that.
He looks at her a little skeptically.
“I can’t imagine you not wanting anyone dead.” He says honestly. She always seemed inclined to kill something.
“Unless you’ve traded in murder for… reading.”
“But you didn’t have your necklace before… Right? Maybe we could. Who knows?” He says offhandedly.
“Maybe there is a way he haven’t tried.” He starts to drool a little.
He is so thirsty for real, human blood.
Gabe knows he is on thin ice in a general sense, but he feels restless, hungry for blood on a primal level, and an urge to cause some chaos.
"I'm feeling thirsty for something warm and writhy." He tells Mari. But he needs her permission to do, well, anything since he has been put on a tighter leash. He is already grinning wickedly at the idea of causing others some agony though, for him, this is what excited and hopeful looks like.
Mari’s eyebrow shot up when Gabe spoke. For a second, she considered just telling him to piss off so she could read in peace, but she didn’t know if Gabe could lose control if he was starving or what. The catch was she didn’t know what he was about to do if she just said “yes” to that. “Worms are warm and writhy. You could always dig those up.”
He looks at her a little skeptically.
“I can’t imagine you not wanting anyone dead.” He says honestly. She always seemed inclined to kill something.
“Unless you’ve traded in murder for… reading.”