The Classics discussion

Okey Dokey people this is were you RP, be sure to start your character off mildly weak, a newborn if you will, and then create the character from there, be sure to build the character as you go and make sure you have fun, so long as you are having fun and including others along with it then the rules do not apply here.

Oh and btw peoples....dis is modern day...and werewolves feel an unnecessary need to protect vampires, even if they don't know who is a vampire or not...just thought ya'll should know

Dawn walked along, not being able to recall what happened. She sat under a tree trying to invision what had just happened. All she rembered was a guy, tall and quick and overly handsome. He kissed her neck.... the she woke up in an ally way. She felt strange, she felt strong. She stood up and walked around some more. Not knowing where to go. She had no home, no family. She was clueless.

[[How's that?:]]

It was midnight....the half moon shone through the darkness, lulling him into a hypnotic trance, calling to the animal. Andranath, hippies for parents, or Andy as he prefered, shook his head clean, shaking away the thoughts of the moon. Two more weeks and the monster would take over again, but until then he had time, to be normal...ish.

Andy walked down the streets, they were almost abandoned at this hour, hardly a soul in sight. The street lamps flickered as he walked down the middle of the road, no cars would come to this side of town. Old newspapers, words indesipherable due to the recent rain showers, blew across the pavement, like ghosts haunting his path. There were many ghosts that haunted pieces of his life these days. The people of the night stood on their corners, striking poses that would have embarassed their mothers. Andy felt sorry for them, leading lives of shame. He didn't blame the ones that did it for their families, the ones with kids at home, starving. It was a hard life, but one that Andy did not approve of. Pimps also roamed the streets, collecting their fees, a deep growl of hatred filled Andy's throat, if there was one thing that Andy didn't approve it was those monsters, and yes they were more monstrous than he could ever be.

He turned a corner and strolled down a side street, he came a across a small tavern, the neon was broken and all he could really read was A N C TS, closer inspection lead him to read the name was indeed DARN CATS, and odd name, but a curiousity. He strolled along, he was taking the way to the front from a side alley, from his point of view he could see a large man in a pinstripe suit and a large feathered hat pinning a young girl, hardly over sixteen to a wall and slapping her. The growl from earlier grew once more in his throat, he quickly jogged down the alley way, the gravel crunching underfoot. His bloodlust rose as he heard some of the foul profanities escaping the mans lips aimed directly towards the girl.

"Why doncha leave her alone." Andy called, as he approached, the man began to turn, cracking his knuckles. Andy bent his knees, and took up a stance. "Why don't you mind your own business, this here is my girl, my property." the man said, even his voice was sickening, like grating metal on Andy's ears. Andy stood his ground, "She belongs at home with her mother, her family, her life." Andy's voice turned ever so slightly more deep and growl like with every word. "Now why don't you let her go, you monster.." With that said the man pulled out his other fist and ran towards him, brass knuckles held high. Andy stepped to the side and with the furry of animal grabbed the mans wrist and whipped it backwards. The was a grind of muscle, the man gasped in pain, he broke free and spun at him with the other fist. Andy grabbed it and twisted it, with a satisfying crunch he heard the scaphoid and lunate bones crack under the pressure. The man collapsed to the ground, craddling his hand. Andy turned back to the girl who was cowering near the corner of the building. He walked up to her and pulled her to her feet. She was shivering, whether it be from fear or the cold he didn't know, he took off his jacket anyway and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Go home, whoever is there, apologize and you will be accepted back into the family." The girl shook her head, tears making her makeup run down her face, leaving balck streaks. "I didn't know what to do, I was confused, I-I-I didn't think I could go ba-back home after this..." She began to sob a little, "If there is one thing I know about family, it's that it will always take you back." Andy said, he patted her on the shoulder and gave her some money for cab fare.

Andy walked back down the alley, and kicked the man lying on the ground, still craddeling his hand, he reached into the mans pocket and pulled out a cell phone, he dial 911. "Hello, I would like to report a mugging, there is a man in the alleyway on..." the street sign said West Ave., "West Ave. near the Darn Cats tavern, yes, he needs medical attention." Andy hung up the phone and threw it back at the man, now unconcious.

Andy walked back down the alley, stewing over his thoughts. He had wished what he had said to the girl had been true, his family didn't want anything to do with him after they found out what he was, his dad was a dead beat and a drunkard, and his mom was cheating on him with her gym instructor, they were no family of his. Andy did know that the girls family would take her back though, he had a feeling, a hinting. He had seen her in a phone booth before, she would call home and then hang up after her mom said a few words, trying to make her come back home. Increased hearing did have its advantages. She would be fine.

Andy walked all night, not finding another soul in need. He found his way back to his home, it was almost dawn. He snuck up the sidewalk and to the doors of a large Gothic church, new gothic but still old, it was once a nice church, but the neighbors, drug lords and gangs drove away members. The final straw was when someone was shot and killed in the church, spilling blood in it, unsactifying the very soil. Creating a dwelling of unhallowed ground. Andy had driven out all the gangs from it and created a makeshift home in this foreclosed church, and he lived there alone. Desperately longing for a family...always longing for what he had lost.

Cathal was walking around in a forest some how he had found himself in a forest the last couple years were a blur he didn't know what had happened, all he remebered was his name and that he was a vampire now. he hit the ground.

[[Chrisey, you remember that this is a mostly urban story, set in modern day right? Try to be descriptive and post real long, it's fun try it.:]]

The sun began to peek over the horizon. Her skin suddenly felt like she was thrown into an inferno. She stagered to find someplace to hide. She stumbeled up the steps of an old abandoned church. She cried in agony that was new to her as she collapsed on the floors.

The church was old... gothic based she decided. She tried to look around but she was weak. Her eyes closed.

Keith wrote: "[[Chrisey, you remember that this is a mostly urban story, set in modern day right? Try to be descriptive and post real long, it's fun try it.:]]"

[[I tryed it and people yelled at me. and I'm still reading your post:]]

[[I know right. Seven parragraphs!:]]

Cathal waoke up the sun was going to rise soon he had to get inside. He ran as fast as he could. He couldn't find a place to hide. he finaly found an old church he ran inside senceing that he would be able to go in he ran in and saw a girl on the floor, "Are you ok," he asked her neeling down next to her.

Rayne eyes fluttered open. "Who are you!" She demanded, getting up and moving back defensivly. She looked around. She was still in the church. She looked back at the guy.

"I'm no one, I was just asking if you were ok," he said.

Rayne looked around. She could see the shine of the sunlight from the door. "Looks like I'm stuck here for now." She sighed loudly. Then she looked around, But why am I not in pain in here... a church. Wouldn't that hurt me aswell? She questioned herself.

She looked around, It appeared as though someone or something lived here, but what? She walked a bit more, "Hello?" she called out softly, not knowing what to expect back. Not hearing a reply she turned back to the guy, "Well no one why are you here?" she asked quickly. She kept a fair distance from him.

"I had to get out of the sun or die," he said looking around he could sence something. he didn't know what it was. he looked around seeing a shadow move, but then it stoped, "You see that," he asked the girl. he just keept looking around.

"Yeah, That's what I was sencing earliar." She said quietly. She walked closer and sniffed the air. "Animal of somesort." she walked cautiously. "Racoon... dog..." She kept walking till she ran into something hard and fell back.

[[Now to wait for keith >.< :]]

Cathal frozze, "Werewolf," he said, "I know you are there come out of the shadows," he said. He helped the girl up and waited for the werewolf to move.

[[Wtf people, leave no room for cool explanations, you just expect everyone to know what you are....sigh...ah well...:]][[...and did I explain that when werewolves were in human form they still possessed some strength and speed?:]]

Andy watched from the shadows, he closed the small box that he held, the corner of a picture stuck out from the lid, Andy carefully slid it back in and stuck the whole thing into his pocket.

There were two individuals that had stumbled into his home. They seemed confused, and cautious. Intellect told him that they were unaccustomed to dwelling in churches, instinct said they were undead. He swiftly, and ever so silently leapt from his place in the choir loft and flew like a shadow onto the rafters. dust hung in the air, disturbed by his bound. Andy stiffled a sneeze, and continued to watch, the girls skin was badly burnt, he could tell from the discolouration that she had been hurt from ultraviolet radiation, if he could see colour he would have said she was as red as a lobster. The man had helped her up and introduced himself. Adding to the list he had going in his head he deduced that they didn't know eachother, way to go sherlock, he thought to himself.

The girl had mentioned something, about a racoon or a dog, "Racoons are friggin rodents." he thought, how do you mess up that smell? Andy sniffed his collar, and winced, maybe he needed a bath. They continued to look around, Andy was still cautious, he needed more information, more time. He leapt from the rafters to the graffitied cross at the front and swung behind it, leaving only a disturbed mote of dust in his wake, making not a sound. He watched, the girl walked backwards until she hit a pew, it creaked across the ground sending out a shrill whine, Andy winced at the noise as it flood over his wolf senses. He watched as the boy called out an idle threat, the average tough boy threat. Andy decided to give them what they wanted, he jumped from his post and landed in the middle aisle of the church, kicking up the dust from the aged carpet, sending it up in tendrils, spiraling towards the ceiling and catching the light cast from the rose window, exploding the storm into a fountain of colours. Andy straightened his back and leveld his eyes at the intruders, "What do you want in my house?" he called out in a commanding voice.

[[Okay, I may or may not be on for awhile so just go into detailed explanations and if you want say that I lead you into the cellars where I show you my big wall of monster tracking, cause my guy tracks the whereabouts of the monsterous folk in this city to try and track down the one that created him so he can return to normal, but that is awhiles away.:]]

"We had to get out of the sunlight," Cathal said, "I am sorry I did not know you lived here," he said, "I can use my cloke for an hour or so befor I burn if you want me to leave I can most likely find some were else to say," he said.

"It is okay, I do not mind house guests. Frankly your presence startled me, you see I was unsure as to what your intent was barging into a seemingly holy place, and frankly I still doubt what you say with the utmost respect." Andy bowed his head slightly, as sign of decensy. He did mean what he said however, he did doubt their motives a tad, when you do what he did to dark people every night you tend to make enemies, the pimp may have hired a few thugs to teach him a lesson.

The rose window glittered beautifully in front of him, the sun rose and would soon trap his guest wgere they stood. He stood upright and waved his arm at them,"Come this way and we will get you out of this light, if you want some safety that is."

The duo rose and crept along the edges of the church making sure not to enter the light the filtered through the crackes and windows. Andy led them to a door on the side, it led to the basement and the sub basement. The went down two flights of stares and ended up in a deep cellar, it was quite dry and cool, a wonderful place to hide out. He pointed to some large wooden crates at the end of a large room. They once held weapons that were to be delivered to a mob boss, Andy however had intercepted them before they could reach their target. He had removed the weapons and hid most of them in his chambers, a couple rooms down, he even outfitted them to take down a few of the night monsters in this city. He was saving them for a time he might need them.

The boxes were large enough to be temporary coffins for these two undead. That was one thing that bothered Andy, why would they be traveling so close to the dawn, so far from their coffins? He would wait for them to tell him. Andy closed the door, allowing the two to get so rest, in peace.(teehee). Andy walked down the expansive hallway, the old mortar holding up to natures invasion, roots had begun to poke through the walls but the bricks still held tough. He entered his chamber, the door was doubly reinforced, it wouldn't hold up to much attack from a creature of the night but it would give him enough time to at least pull out a weapon or two. He opened it and stepped inside. He closed the door and breathed heavily, drawing in the smell and relaxing at its familiarity. He went over to his cot in the corner and plopped down on it, a cloud of dust whisped in the air, Andy slowly drifted into sleep, to dream about a life he no longer lived.

Cathal followed the werewolf to the basement. there he found a set of make shift coffins. "Thank you," he said getting into one and lieing down.

He pulled the lid down, and tryed to sleep, but everytime he closed his eyes he would dream of the life he used to have. The family he killed.

Dawn followed the werewolf down into the depths of the once beautiful church. She stayed as far from any light as possible for her burns still ached. She didn't quite understand any of this but wasn't about to make a fool of herself. The werewolf pointed out two odd shaped boxes.

Dawn looked at it, she was so new to this. However, she mimicked what the other guy did. As she slowly stepped in, the 'coffin' creaked. Dawn slid her self down into it. She closed the lid and laid there silently. It was dark.... damp.... Dawn however felt at ease. She began to close her eyes and drift into a living nightmare.

Running. Faster. "Please! Stay away from me!" I pleaded. The guy stepped closer. A menicing smile upon his beautiful face. Run... Harder.... must... not... stop... "Please!" Dead end. I stood there, facing my attacker. He drew closer. I breathed in heavily. He was inche away. Sudden pain erupted over me, I screamed but there was no sound. Blackness.

My eyes fluttered open, I was alive. However, It seemed different. My vision... it was clear in the dark mists of the sky. I felt srtonger. I stood and ran... trying to find a place to rest, I ran fast, faster then anything I have ever indulged in before. The scenery became monocrhomatic in my mind. Dullness overcame me once more.

She startles awake, hitting her head on the lid, jarring it slightly, "Ah." she said quietly in aggravation. She laid there silently. She no longer wanted to close her eyes. She no longer wanted to remember she was diferent. She was still, tracing the jaggad lines of the box with her fingers. She sighed.

[[I will not be on the rest of the night. I don't feel well. See you tomorrow.:]]

Cathal woke up with a start from his long day of no sleep, he had finaly fallen asleep an hour or two ago.

He lifted the lid of the coffin. and sat up looking around. It looked like he was the only one up right now, he deside to lay back down for a bit londer.

*wakes up and gets out of coffin then looks around and says to himself* Another boring day in life. Why must I be forced to go through life when it is so boring? Oh well. *goes back to sleep because it was sunny out*

Andy awoke with a start, nightfall was aproaching, he pulled the covers off his body, it was at this time he realized that he was drenched with a cold sweat. His nightmares had been getting the best of him lately. He threw his legs off the edge of his cot and ran his hands through his shaggy hair. He sighed, then stood up and walked across his room to a small crucifix. It appeared to be an ordinary item. Made from wood, small metal figurine hanging from it. Andy reached out his hand and turned the crucifix a number of different directions at different angles. The crucifix was attached to a combination lock. The entire thing clicked and he pulled on the cross. A small portion of the wall swung open to reveal a dark chasm. Andy pointed a flashlight from a nearby shelf into the darkess. The entire space may have been about five feet square. enough to hold the guns that he had found, customized.

Andy reached in and pulled out a small pistol, a .45 caliber colt pistol, nice stainless steel plating and a custom wooden handle. The ammunition however was unique, the bullets were plate silver with a tip of aspen wood. This way he was prepared. He would find the man that ruined his life and kill him, the silver form the bullet would make sure of that, and then he would find the monster that controled him and a bullet through his heart would put a quick end to him, the aspen wood would make sure of that. Andy loathed the monsters that took his life away, he wanted to kill them, to take from them what had been taken from him.

He pocketed the pistol, in the waist of his pants, at the small of his back, easy access to it, and almost impossible to see. Andy didn't quite trust the guests yet, and he wasn't about to be caught off guard. He didn't want to hurt them, the wolf sde of him amde sure of that but he didn't want to see his goal in life go uncompleted because of unworthy trust either.

Andy set off down the hallway, he listened to his steps echo off the walls. He arrived at the door and quietly entered the room where he sat in the corner until the guests would awaken. He put his head back on the cold brick and thought once again to the life he had lead, sleep took him back once more...awaiting his guests.

Aizawa woke up once more to realise it was dark again. He still hasn't weakened yet. No snacks tonight, he thought. Aizawa decided to take a walk around the lake. "The only thing worth living for anymore is the night's beauty and how it gets rid of day. Seeming how I can't see day anymore" It began to rain.

[[Just a reminder people to base your posts on modern day, and preferably an urban setting:]]

Dawn sat up slowly, un able to sleep anymore. her burns were slowly healing but ached extremely. She looked aroung, the werewolf still sat in the corner. She sighed. The sun was falling again, she slowly got up and tip toed quietly as the sun hit the horizon.

[[pssh trying to sneak away without even so much as a thank you, some guests you guys are..:]]

[[lol well your a sucky host >.< Just kidding ILY!!!:]]

[[I let you guys stay in my church...what more do you guys want? A llama?:]]

[[OMG YES Keithers I want a freakin Llama!!! Now can we please get back to the Rp!!!:]]

[[Indeed, stop yackin around peoples and get back to work, I needs to study for my spansih exam in an hour that I haven't studied for yet:]]

She had to find something, anything to quench her thirst. She slowly left the church and headed down the busy street. She would be back but not soon. She walked slowly.

Some guy began to follower her, she walked faster, unsure of what to do, there was now three guys, she began to run. She ran down an abandoned alleyway.

Aizawa spots the guys following her. Something about her seemed like himself. Why not pass some time with a little fun? thought Aizawa. He began to follow also.

She lead them all to the alley, "Hello boys." she smiled softly before pouncing. The screams of terror ended quickly as she finished the last one, she felt stronger now and her burns and healed completely. She then noticed a forth one, not realing he was a vampire, she crouched low.

does she think im one of them? he thought. "Hello miss" he said calmly

She stayed in a defensive mode. "Who are you?" she asked as the moon began to sink low.

"No worrys miss. I am Aizawa and I am like you. A vampire who roams the night." He saw one of the guys get up and come after him. Aizawa calmy punched the guy. "Miss. I do beleive you didnt finish this small snack completely"

"Full?" She shrugged and ran off back to the church before the sun rose once more. She slowly walked back inside and down the creaking stairs. She sat on the makeshift coffin.

"Its seems day is almost here" He said as he followed her without her noticing. "Where is here?" The sun came up as he hid in the shadows of the room. "Looks like I am stuck here until night falls."

(thats more like it people keep it up :) )

Just then, he noticed something quite odd. The room was not occupied by him and the girl alone, but there seemed to be others. What is this place? he thought as he sat in the dark.

Dawn looked around. "So we're just going to sit here..." I sighed. I leaned back and pulled out my journal. I began to scrwal vigorously in it. Trying to eep track of what was happening to me. I looked next to me, the other guy still seemed to be a sleep along with the 'host' across the room.

"Life is rather boring, ne? What is this place?" asked Aizawa curiously. Maybe...one day I will find him again. Aizawa thought to himself. If I find him...I will kill him for sure! He wont have a place to run or hide.

(Sorry guys. I am in class for the next 4 hours)

[[people, you know that if you killthe vampire that turned you the curse is broken, and for werewolves they have to kill anyone of the same curse line to break the curse, or anyone bitten by the person who bit you.:]]

Andy stirred, the voices had entered his dreams. Ice cream cones should not have been speaking, but alas they were. He did not open his eyes at first, he ran the thoughts of the past day through his head so that everything was clear. Andy opened his eyes, he stood and stretched, he quickly pulled down his shirt and readjusted the concealed weapon. No one else had noticed, good.

Andy looked around, and noticed that he had accquired another guest. It seemed that his humble abode had become more popular the past couple of days. The thing that he loved about this place was that it was the perfect hideaway. No undead person would ever enter a holy place, albeit this was not, this was unhallowed ground, you would have never known that unless you were, well Andy. All this evidence lead him to believe that these were relitively newborn vampires. At least, he didn't know about the new fella.

Andy quickly stepped over to the door, keeping his back against the wall, he didn't trust these people enough to turn his back on them. "Come with me," Andy called out, "If you are going to stay here for an extended period of time then you are going to work for. I'm not running a church here." He walked over to the coffin were the other vampire, who had yet to awaken slept. He grabbed its handle and began to drag. He led the motley crew up the stairs to the basement. Down a corridor, to a distant room where he had a table set up and a couple of comfey chairs. He slammed the box against the ground and heard snoring. Honestly, Andy didn't know if vampires snored, but oh well.

Andy sat at the head of the table and gestured for the others to take a seat. "Please sit." Andy said calmly, "I know that this hospitality may seem strange to you, but it comes with a price. I would like to hear your stories if you don't mind, everything that you remember from the time that your curse was planted on you to now." Andy pulled a small tape recorder from his pocket and placed it on the table and pulled a small notepad from a nearby stand as well. He whipped out a pen and began to scribble the date down. He looked up with anticipation.

"are you OK in the head sir?" Aizawa felt calm. What kind of person asks that? honestly. Maybe he should return back to his house and look up some things in his library. It seemed the guy before him was a werewolf. A nutcase at that.