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Post by BlastmodeBeauty on Aug 27, 2014 19:08:47 GMT
It was at this time that Vivian realized the gravity of their situation. Sirens blared as her rear view mirror caught the red strobe lights closing in. Five tore down a crowded street; their engines roaring as a heavy rain had made the pavement they tread difficult to maneuver.
Reclining the helmet’s visor, Vivian invited a wall of rain to blanket her face when she beckoned to the man in lead:
“Well, Rod. What now?!”
A violent jolt from what was presumably a pothole forced the bike to waver, but she managed to regain control of the vehicle as the lead also removed his visor to speak.
“What now” Marzy?” He laughed, glancing over his shoulder. It was quite obvious from the crack in Rodney’s voice that he was just as nervous as everyone else involved with the situation “What do you think? Keep going!”
“That will only work for so long. You know, before we crash…” she objected.
“I got a plan, actually!” a voice piped up from behind on her right side. Her partner Robert, who was visorless as well, approached between them “…we’ll split up and lose them at Udagawa!”
It was as good a plan as any. Rodney and Vivian nodded before the group divided. Veering left, she was fortunate enough to have chosen the escape down an alley. Any car would prove too large to pursue her, since these passages were restricted for pedestrians only. But what at first seemed like a good deception would soon bring Vivian more trouble than she had anticipated.
There was an eerie ambiance when lightning split the overcast sky, accompanied by a tremulous thunderclap rattling the ground. Her motorcycle's roar had now receded to a quiet growl as she rounded the apartment corners at a moderate pace so as to avoid waking any residents. A brief inspection of the dashboard revealed to her the time: half past eleven.
“Way past curfew. Not that she ever held me to it…” Vivian muttered to herself.
Late outings like these always reminded her of how mother would expect her home by ten. That was no longer the case now that she lived in an apartment. Evading the police became business as usual and was usually the result of her midnight drives. Was it worth the trouble? Probably not, but it was about as exciting as life got in Shibuya. Her gang consisted of thrill-seekers, ruffians and party-goers, and so it was expected to have the police drop in on occasion.
After nearly half an hour of weaving down alleyways and still no end was in sight. This worried Vivian; she was unfamiliar with this particular district. Its surrounding buildings bore down on her and aroused a claustrophobic feeling from their closed-in formation. Their looming walls cast shadows concealing any distinguishing traits they might have. Only the bike’s headlight and occasional vain of lighting illuminated the path.
“Unbelievable…” she heaved a sigh, kicking the bike stand down. The rider removed her helmet to look around for anything familiar. Of all nights, this had to be the one where she had forgotten to bring her cellphone.
Cold, drenched and tired, Vivian wondered how the others had made out. Knowing that lot, they were probably partying at the nightclub without her. Twelve Forty-two A.M. she rested on a decision to wait out the night until dawn. She brought the bike over to a dark space between buildings, and then leaned with her back against a wall sheltered by an overhanging roof.
It was this moment that made Vivian notice just how tired she really was. A mix of the darkness and pattering rain… even the lightning and thunder evoked a strange yet soothing influence on the rogue who soon found herself fighting the urge to drift off. But she had to remain alert, as there was no telling who or what else was there with her in the dark.
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Post by Evil Riddle on Aug 28, 2014 15:13:45 GMT
Charles could barely see in front of himself. The darkness of this night almost blinded him as he walked by the buildings, cold. In a way it was familiar. When he wielded his spirits a similar darkness covered him, leaving him powerless to do anything but watch as his spirits acted their own way. At least it allowed him to hide, being almost coozy as if the shadows could hide his mistakes from the world.
A lightning stroke. Charles stopped and waited a few moments for the thunder to come, a calm wait and yet troubling as any wait. At least Stramdramon was silent in his head. Perphaps this would be the night in which he would get some rest. As if to answer him, the thunder came dropping the calm and waking Charles to the rougth reality: he would never get some rest from his spirits. Ever.
Charles kept walking slowly. Tired, he decided that maybe it was time to rest. Afterall, despite the rain and the thunder and the fact that he was outside, he had nothing to loose. He had forced a heremit state on hself, he couldn't let Steamdramon anywhere near his parents.
He sat down in the alley between buildings and closed his eyes, only to find he couldn't sleep, despite how tired he was. What should he do now? He tried to remember the day he actually managed to control one of his so far two spirits: Replimon, his human fraction. Indeed that day brought him some joy. But he couldn't hide that day, as any other day since he first came to the digital world, also brought him a lot of pain. |
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Post by BlastmodeBeauty on Aug 29, 2014 14:53:37 GMT
Another crash of thunder erupted overhead, closer then any of the previous ones before. Vivian jolted up from the unexpected occurrence before her posture slowly sunk once again. Weary green eyes stared towards an endless stream of water coursed through a narrow grate only to vanish down the gutter. But her focus then turned to above the grate where she could make out the vague outline of an overhead fixture. By this point in time her eyes had adjusted to the dark, and she could recognize the shape as being a metal platform to a fire exit.
This was just the vantage point Vivian had been hoping for and she wasted no time in heading over towards its base. The ladder was folded up to prevent its abuse from strangers. On the other hand, there was the possibility of reaching it with a running start.
The biker’s patience had worn thin, since hunger was now becoming another concern. Removing her boots and socks, Vivian took a quick stride in-between a couple of buildings before turning on her heel and bolting back to the location. A surge of adrenaline carried her up the side of the wall for about five strides before she leaped to grapple the platform’s corner.
Metal groaned beneath the sudden weight she applied dangling off the edge. Each cold breath seemed to pierce her lungs, but by shifting one hand at a time, she approached the ladder.
Damn, Marzy. You need to shed some pounds! She could hear Rod say, had he been present to witness the event. Gripping the wet platform proved difficult enough because of the rain, the metal’s frigid surface also sent pins and needles through her hands.
The ladder was now within her grasp. And in one fluid motion Vivian swung her body before releasing to lay hands on the ladder. A muffled grating noise followed as the frame promptly slid to reach the ground. It was after this occurrence that Vivian paused to listen. She swore she could hear footsteps, but was unable to determine the direction of its source.
There was no way for Vivian to climb the ladder wearing heels, and so she remained barefoot while scaling the ladder. A brief shake of her head sent cold droplets flying off her silver hair only for more to take their place.
The roof was a nice change of perspective; above the darkness but closer to the thunder and lightning. The building itself was high enough for her to view almost the entire district, however the rain was so heavy she couldn’t make out any distinct form against the dappled sky.
Vivian drew a heavy sigh, falling to a seated position on the roof’s raised concrete ledge. It was hopeless; either the rain or the night had to end in order for her to make any progress.
Some moments passed before Vivian became restless once more and peered over the edge she was sitting on out of curiosity. But wait - someone was down there! His or her appearance remained shrouded, but Vivian decided to speak out to this stranger.
“Hey, are you from around here?”
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Post by Evil Riddle on Aug 29, 2014 18:32:37 GMT
Still unable to rest, Charles removed his D-Tector from his pocket and looked at it. The troubles it had brought him were numberless, yet he still felt like...like the device and the spirits it contained were part of him. Like there was void in him he didn't he had until it started to be filled. He might have felt joy if the filling of it wasn't done by Steamdramon and Replimon.
He was pocketing back the device when someone suddenly asked if he was from around.
"No,I'm not." Charles answered jumping and turning around to see where the voice came from. There was a girl in front of him. She had grey hair and green eyes. Charles found strange that she was wearing four belts, but after being in the digital world, a person can start to ignore things like that. She also didn't seem to be threating him, so he was less likely to be in trouble. Relaxing again, Charles misplaced a foot and almost slipped in a nearby pool of water from the continuous rain. While Charles managed to avoid falling, his D-Tector didn't and it landed right between him and the girl. Charles was quick to grab the device and pit it back in his pocket, hoping she wouldn't make a fuss about it." Are YOU from around here? I hope I don't disturb anyone, I was just trying to get some sleep... With little success, I Must add." |
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Post by BlastmodeBeauty on Aug 30, 2014 1:16:07 GMT
So, the figure wasn’t an adult at all but instead a young man. She certainly wasn’t expecting to meet a teenager around these parts unless they were a resident.
“Sleep? Here? I wouldn’t recommend it...” Vivian replied, shifting her position to sit more comfortably sidesaddle upon the wall just as the young man stumbled.
It wasn’t the action that caught her attention, but rather the device which fell from his pocket: A peculiar looking watch, or perhaps a Tamagotchi? - those things went out of style a while back… Nonetheless, it reminded Vivian that she hadn’t checked the time recently. Then the boy asked if she lived there.
“Of course I live here. How else do you think I got on the roof?” she smiled. The true reason was too long an explanation for her liking, but it was strange that someone his age was out in the middle of nowhere alone. Especially when it was dark, cold and dismal. He seemed considerate enough to show genuine concern for the residents and was no vandal like herself.
“Everyone’s dead asleep, and my guess is the time has something to do with it. Have you any idea how late it is? Why aren’t you home in bed?”
Then again, Vivian herself had been a drifter since she was fifteen, and he looked about that age.
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Post by Evil Riddle on Aug 30, 2014 10:00:11 GMT
The girl did not recomend sleeping in that place. She seemed suprised from the sight of him, but much to Charles's disappointment, the D-Tector caught her attention. Fortunatly it was only momentarially.
"Well, I wasn't being able to sleep anyways." Charles replied. "Thanks for the warning."
Then she proceeded to answer his question, stating that she did live there. The woman also decided to ask him a series of questions that as far as Charles remembered only his mother ever asked him. Still, the question about why he wasn't at home asleep was painfull to Charles. He couldn't allow himself to go home. If Steamdramon harmed his parents, he... No, now wasn't the time to think about stuff like that. The answer would require lots of omission.
" Well, the story is longer than I can tell you." he answered. "By the way, my name's Charles. How about your's?" |
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Post by BlastmodeBeauty on Aug 30, 2014 19:04:52 GMT
“Vivian.” She answered.
Charles' response to Vivian's inquiries gave her the impression that he was some sort of street urchin runaway. That might prove useful in aiding her escape from the labyrinth if he ‘d been wandering the streets for a while. He may be familiar with the city itself - but there's also the fact he'd actually planned on sleeping in such a place as this. Vivian had her doubts. Still, it was worth a shot in finding out what he did know.
“Well, Charles, if you’re looking for a place to sleep I can suggest one I know of. It’s not a ‘professional shelter’...” Vivian made air quotations. “…per se, but it’s still better than sleeping down there with the rats and such; Shibuki High School - do you know that place?”
The school wasn’t too distant from the night club. Vivian knew this since it was one of many hotspots where her gang would hang out. If Charles knew the way she could offer him a ride in exchange for directions out of the dreary dump.
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Post by Evil Riddle on Aug 30, 2014 20:18:57 GMT
"Well thanks, Vivian, as a matter of fact I do know the place." Charles replied to Vivian`s suggestion. He was glad because it seemed he was finnaly getting some luck, but still... for how long? It seemed this Vivian was trying to get rid of Charles, and he wouldn`t try tostop it. Really if he could sleep there, it was better than here. "I`ll be going then, I guess. Again, thanks for the tip." Suddenly a thought ocurred to Charles. "Wait...Why that particular place? And how? I mean it`s a highschool, isn`t it protected or something, like security?" he asked Vivian. Only then he noticed the tatoo on her head and her general clothes. Charles was starting to get scared and for reason he didn`t know off, his hand was drawn to his D-Tector. He took a step back. "Are you trying to trick me or something? Who are you exactly?" Charles had no idea what was going on with him. It was like he had some sort of new instincts, which were hard to control. His thoughts drifted to Steamdramon. "Yeap, I`m in charge now. I`m not about to let us get both killed." Steamdramon told Charles in his head. "Leave me, Steamdramon, I can handle myself. Please." Charles begged. There was no response, except for a slight calming. "Sorry Vivian, I someone get like that when I`m tired. I really should get going." |
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Post by BlastmodeBeauty on Aug 31, 2014 14:03:05 GMT
Vivian immediately perked up from the moment Charles mentioned his familiarity with the location. But then the teen began asking more questions and turned defensive. She could detect his unease towards her; a reaction she wasn’t expecting. But then again, it wasn’t the first time someone mistrusted her.
The woman shrugged before slipping off the ledge to stand once again on the rooftop, but she kept him in her line of sight.
“Trick you?” she chuckled “What could I possibly gain from that? Hell, I could be sleeping in bed or even enjoying the night at a club right about now.” a wry grin revealed itself on her face “And you already know who I am, Charles. I’ve been friendly enough to provide you my name and where I live. And if either of us should be suspicious, then it ought to be me. Considering you’re trespassing on private property and I haven’t a clue where you’re from.”
Charles’ hand was placed over the device he’d dropped earlier, and this confused Vivian - what exactly was he planning to do with that thing, anyway? From the way he held it, the kid treated this device as though it were some sort of weapon. Would he actually try to harm someone on their own property?
Vivian was growing even more tired as a slight shiver ran down her spine. She stretched with a yawn before resting her elbows against the ledge. But then, something strange occurred in Charles. For a moment, it was like he was engaged in conversation with someone else. The woman turned her head; scanning the area in search for this unseen person “Steamdramon” until the boy explained his condition. The behavior weirded Vivian out and she began to doubt the boy was more trouble than his worth.
“Well, a roof’s a roof even when it's abandoned. You can either take my advice or leave it. Goodnight Charles.”
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