Alien Takeover Roleplay discussion

((We're starting out in Chicago and it's the middle of the summer, probably early July-ish.))

Shane ducked into an alley, shadows concealing him as he looked both ways. Klarissa was just behind him, her short, shallow breaths the only sound in the silent street. Shane finally waved his hand, deciding the coast was clear, and peered into a dumpster, wrinkling his nose at the foul stench wafting from it. He pressed his back against the cool stone wall of a shop and slid down to the ground. Klarissa plopped down beside him, her pale blue eyes wide. "Why can't we go home, Shane?" she asked in a small voice, and he continued gazing straight ahead, a twinge of regret tugging at him. "It's not safe anymore, Klare," he tried to explain, pulling his eyebrows together. "You know that."

Dean sat silently in the weight room, completely alone, his mind lost in a shroud of doubt and anger at the unforgiving world. It was barely three o'clock in the morning and still he was there, working constantly, determined to make up for his lack of height with raw power and effort.
"Hey!" A voice said, "You can't be in here!" Dean looked up to see the owner of the gym standing there. With a growl, Dean stood up, not wiping off the bench on which he'd been working out on, then stormed off out of the building. On the other side of the street he saw two figures scamper into an alley. Curious, he slowly began to follow, wondering... hoping... it was a fight.

((keep it up!))

((Yeah, those are great starts, guys!))

Klarissa pulled her knees to her chest and began to braid her shoulder-length, thin brown hair. For a moment, she paused, her fingers squeezing the thin strands of hair. "Shane."
Shane looked down at his sister, his green eyes soft. "What is it, Klare?"
She hesitated before getting to her feet and looking down at him. "I'm hungry." Her words were met by a long sigh from her brother.

Dean crouched as he looked around, searching for those who had walked into this alley. Far be it from him to be a 'good citizen,' he still decided that there would be no reason for someone to be slinking around if they weren't hiding something. He came up on the two figures and grinned, thinking he'd finally caught up to the two. Then a hand gripped his shoulder.
"'the hell?" he asked, turning to see a big old man staring at him with old, mean eyes, eyes more experienced than anything he'd ever been.
"You're in my alley!" the man growled and Dean nodded, a fearful look in his eyes, backing up slowly. He came into obvious view of the other two in the alley.
Then with a grunt he came forward, a powerful punch to the man's upper gut. Dean stepped back as the man fell to the ground, eyes wide with pain as agony swept through his body, broken ribs the result of the powerful punch, and Dean turned on the two others in the alley, a confident grin upon his face.

(Very nice ya'll!)

Klarissa gasped, her pale blue eyes wide as she stared at the boy who just took out the older man. Shane's green eyes, on the contrary, narrowed and he stood, stepping up beside his sister. His hand was on his belt, which carried his gun, but was concealed by his dark blue shirt. "What do you want?" he called to him, straightening a bit.

Dean stared at the green eyed boy and saw the way his hand fell to his belt and knew immediately what that meant.
"Gonna grow a pair and shoot me?" Dean asked mockingly as he stepped forward quietly. He hesitated slightly when the green eyes narrowed even more and his hand moved closer towards the lump in on the belt that marked his gun. With another grin, Dean stepped backwards and looked back as a girl walked in behind him.
Unsure as to what he should do, Dean simply bowed, "Hope you didn't like the guy," he said as he slowly walked away. He got about fifteen steps before he felt something touch his shoulder.

Shane gritted his teeth, slowly dropping his hand from the gun under his belt. "Look, I really don't want to fight, alright? Do you not realize what's happening?" Frustrated, he began to turn away from Dean and Kiara, and took Klarissa by the hand.

Klarissa glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes large with fright as she gazed at the two. Whispering, she reached up to her tip-toes, hoping only Shane would hear her comment. "Shane, why are they being so mean? Have they seen the aliens yet?"

Dean looked at the girl next to him, not knowing her at all, then at the two walking away, "It's funny," he said and the tall one stopped walking, "I thought that someone with a gun would have more guts. Guess not," as he finished the sentence he walked over to the side of the road and pulled a few bucks out of his pocket and handed it to the girl who'd shrugged at him, "Buy the old guy a jacket," he said and called a cab.
While he was riding in the cab, he turned and looked and almost felt some sort of emotion that wasn't anger. Then, with a grunt, he turned around, eyes dark again, and looked out the window where he witnessed what he knew was his madness.
There's no way aliens are real he thought, Therefore... I'm going insane.

Shane watched the guy take off in a cab, blinking quizzically. "He's probably just some gang member," he told his sister softly, and she found his voice reassuring. "If he's stupid enough to pick a fight with us, then I doubt he's seen the aliens. Then he would knew who our real enemy is." His eyes seemed to harden at that point and he stepped out into the street, careful to avert his eyes from anybody who happened to be looking their way. Suddenly, there was a tug on his hand, and he glanced back to see Klarissa pulling on his arm with wide eyes. "What is it?" he asked, an edge to his voice.
Klarissa's words came out in a rush. "Pepper! We forgot Pepper!" She sounded frantic. "Please, Shane, please! We can't leave him!"

Janelle wrote: "The little girl's voice echoed down the alley and Kiara frowned, unsure of what surprised her more the youth of the girl or the fact she had seen the aliens. She was sure it had just been a ruse ..."

((Oh, wait, was Kiara talking to Shane?))

Shane closed his eyes, bending down to her height. He reopened them again, gazing straight into her bright blue ones. "Klare, you understand what we're dealing with, right?"
Klarissa nodded silently, her face pale.
"Well then you understand that Pepper is safer at our parents' house, right?" He continued, his words coming out slowly.
That's where Klarissa drew the line, and she shook her head stubbornly. "Pepper is my puppy. Mommy got him for me. Please, Shane! What if the aliens eat him?"

Slowly the lure of soothing, calming reverie took his mind as the lights whirled by as the cab drove. Dean's eyes slowly slipped shut as he was lulled into sleep by the steady, comforting vibrations given off by the cars engines. Every once in a while a bump would break the rhythm, but it wasn't enough to disturb the stocky young man.
His eyes were fully closed when a giant explosion sounded in front of the car. The driver in the front was completely engulfed in the flames, and he was still screaming in agony, while Dean was launched from the cars seat and he slammed into a building a few feet away from the road.
A few moments went by as his head felt the explosive pain of the impact while the heat of the fire, whatever had caused it he knew not, filled the area and stole the air from around him. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen after a few moments and his eyes popped open as he came into full awareness.
A snarl on his face, the left side of his lip raising into the air, he was on his feet immediately. Seeing some sort of alien creature in front of him, he felt such rage he couldn't control himself any longer. Flying forward, he grabbed at a cross bar that had been in the trunk of the car and swung across, taking the thing by surprise.
The creature seemed annoyed by the direct hit from Dean's strike, but that was perhaps it, and he barley ducked under a wild slap of the creatures long arms. It turned on him and punched up high and when he ducked, it's second arm went out high and quickly he felt the air whizzing past him as he took flight.
Landing roughly, he was up immediately and he saw the creature eying him with some emotion that he couldn't understand. Behind the creature he saw several others and one took a step towards him and Dean, having learned from his mistake, tucked tail and fled.

Fifteen minutes later, he found himself in the alley again. The old man seemed ready to fight him again, but the crowbar in Dean's hand and the blood that caked the side of his head was more than enough indication that the young man had been in some sort of ordeal. And the crazed look in his eyes was more than enough to break down any ambition of revenge in the man's mind.

Shane bit his lip, trying to find something logical to say to that. How do you argue with an eight year-old who's perfected the puppy dog pout? After a minute of thinking, and silent pleading from Klarissa, and sighed, rolling his eyes. "I'm going to regret this..." he muttered, which was met by a joyful squeal from his sister.
"Thank you!" She leaped up and threw her skinny arms around his neck before landing on the ground again. She grabbed his wrist and began yanking him down the street, attracting the attention of some passing pedestrians.
Grunting, Shane ripped his wrist away from her grip and placed a hand on her shoulder as he walked swiftly down the street beside her. "Quit acting so excited. You're causing a scene."
Klare rolled her eyes to herself, only because her back was to him and she knew he wouldn't be able to see her expression. She scanned the street around her, about to make a turn onto a new street, only to find her vision attracted to an older man holding a plastic bag of groceries across the street. She cocked her head a bit, watching him as he paused in front of his apartment building and reached into his pocket for his keys. Suddenly, a shadow fell across him and a large, slimy creature approached him from behind, its large claws reaching for the man's head. Involuntarily, she let out a screech, and Shane's gaze snapped to the man, who at that moment, was having his head being ripped off by the alien.

(are they near Dean and Pic?)

((They're a few yards away from the alley, so I'm pretty sure they could still see the alien.))

"Would you shoot the damn thing?" Dean growled when he looked over and saw the tall boy and the young girl staring dumbly at the alien who was murdering the man. Bringing his crow bar to bare, he stepped forward and Pic grabbed him.
"Shoot what thing?" He asked, eyes wide and Dean balled his fist and with a single punch Pic lay on the ground, dazed and confused, while Dean limped, angrily, over towards the siblings.

"What are you doing?" Dean growled as the two walked his way. He looked over and saw another girl staring at the alien dumbly, bag of donuts held in her hands, eyes wide.

"Fine!" Shane growled to Dean, whipping his gun out. He raised it steadily and closed one eye, zeroing in on the alien's head. It turned just as Shane pulled the trigger, and he watched as the bullet buried itself in its head. The alien reached up with its deformed arm, scratching its head as if something had just tickled it. It seemed a bit dazed for a moment before it's head slowly turned to stare at the siblings, its piercing eyes staring directly at Shane.
Klarissa squeaked, grabbing on to Shane's shirt nervously. "Shane, it's looking at us!" she breathed, then he shook his head, snapping out of it. "Go, go," he ordered in a low tone, his green gaze glued to the creature as he ushered Klare down the street.

Dean watched as the girl closed in on the creature, then turned to see the siblings running away, "Cowards," he muttered as he turned back around, bringing his crowbar up to the ready.
Charging forward, he slashed across with the crowbar, taking the creature in the arm, and this time, since it was looking at him and tried to block the weapon instead of simply got hit by it, the creature screamed out in pain.
Dean had closed his eyes, preparing for the counter attack, but opened them just in time to see the creature back up, then turn as if to try and run away.

Shane stopped between two buildings, where there was a small pocket of space. "Okay, Klare, stay here. I'll be right back." She watched, frightened, as he darted back towards the scene, pulling out his axe. He approached both the people, and the alien, and slashed his axe across its neck. The alien fell to the ground, limp, and gritted his teeth. "Huh. Well, that worked." He looked back up at Dean and Kiara.

"Well... damn," Dean said, looking down at his left thigh. When the creature had gone down, it's arms had flailed wildly and while everyone else had been out of range, Dean had been about to attack and the creature's claws had sliced open a giant gash on his thigh. "Heh... bet that'll leave a mark.." then he looked up at Shane, "Huh... the ax worked where the bullet didn't. Seems weird to me.."
He looked down at his thigh for a moment and then tried to take a step on it. The leg gave out and he began to fall forward when something caught him mid-fall.

"Yeah, it is weird," Shane responded, then caught Dean by the arm as he started to fall, letting out an 'oof' with the sudden weight he was holding up. "Okay, we need to get you out of the streets before another alien returns. You're in no condition to fight," he frowned, examining the gash on his leg. "Come on," he offered, then looked up at the girl. "Do you have somewhere to go?"

"I'm fine," Dean muttered as he was dragged.

"Enlighten me," Dean muttered again.

Shane eyed Stone as he continued to support Dean's weight. "Although I'm not quite sure of the answer there, I'm going to suggest it means we get far away from that thing..."

"Don't say.." Dean said quietly.

"Dork.." Dean muttered.

Ginger walked down the street, her Winchester rifle swinging at her side. She had her dark brown eyes narrowed and her wavy red hair bounced behind her with each step she took. She was on the lookout for any authoritative figure on the road. Suddenly, her vision was caught by a dead alien on the street, and four kids crossing it. She sped up a bit, narrowing her eyes.

Shane gritted his teeth. "It's not dead," he called, then quickly hobbled across the rest of the street with Dean. He set him down on the curb and pulled out his axe again, narrowing his eyes. "Spread out, maybe we can distract it!" he declared.

"Damn it!" Dean yelled, "Does it matter what this thing is or isn't? Does it really matter what it does or doesn't do? All that matters is that we killed it and I'm bleeding. Now are one of ya'll gonna help me?"
(I'm going to bed, one of ya'll can guide him, but not too much, if ya don't mind..)

((Okay, night.))

Shane looked down at Dean, then whistled a strange, three-note tune. He turned back to the alien, stepping away from where he'd set Dean down.
Klarissa suddenly popped her head from the crevice she'd been hiding in, and timidly took a step towards Dean. After a quick battle with herself, she forced her feet to shuffle towards the stranger, and knelt down beside him. "That looks bad..." she murmured, then looked up at him, her eyes large. She held a box in her hand and shoved it in his face, opening it up to reveal a pile of Dora bandages. "Here," she offered, convinced they would help the large gash.

Dean slowly brought the bandage on his leg and cursed loudly. Grunting, he decided to get up and hobbled over towards the alien, his crowbar at the ready. He looked at the girl with the knife and nodded, then went in, growling as the crow bar slammed into it's fore arm, which it'd raised in defense. Dean smiled until he shifted his weight onto his left leg and immediately he toppled. He hit the ground and rolled toward it, grabbing it's legs, and pulled, pulling the thing off balance. He felt the creature kick him and he could only hope for no broken bones.

Klarissa winced when he cursed, then looked away as the alien struck him, covering her face with her hands and squeaking.

Shane raised his axe and brought it down into the alien's back, digging in at least several inches. The alien seemed to let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground, holding itself up with one arm. He grabbed the axe's handle and yanked it back out of the alien before striking it again.

Avril moved down the streets stealthily, a crowbar hanging down from her belt. She pressed her back against a stone wall. She peered around the corner. An alien stood in the middle of the street. God... Since when did they patrol this street? She thought in disgust. She threw an iron quarter out in the street. All things considered the alien came upon it distracted and with it's back turn. She padded over to where it was smashing the crowbar over it's head. The alien's skull gave way with a crack and a squish. She cringed and the alien fell, dead. She wiped the crow bar on her black skinny jeans and picked up the quarter. It was her mark.

Shane practically gaped at the girl with pink hair who appeared and killed the alien on her first try. "What did you do?" he asked increduously. His wide green eyes switched from the limp alien, then back to the girl.

She pressed her glasses up the bridge of her nose before responding "I killed him." She replied simply, slipping the crowbar back into it's makeshift holster. She flipped the coin carelessly looking the boy up and down.

"I know that," Shane grumbled, still trying to slow his racing pulse. "But how? We've been trying to kill this thing the past ten minutes." His voice hardened as his sentence continued, and he quickly glanced towards his sister, who was still sitting on the curb.

((Gtg, I'll be back tomorrow!))

"Well!" Dean said with a grin, "Looks like a real warrior's here." He winked at the pink haired girl and began to struggle to get up. After just a few minutes he was up and he limped over to the side of the road, next to Shane and his little sister.
He sat down and looked at his thigh and sighed, the dora bandaids hanging on barely.

"Here," Klare offered softly, turning to grab her box of band-aids. "I have more. Those look like they're about to fall off." She opened the box and looked up at him with her signature round eyes.

Shane glared at Dean for a moment, before watching his sister. He smiled in the slightest before looking back to the pink-haired-warrior again. His green eyes landed on her crowbar, and instantly, he thought of Dean's. Why had hers killed the thing, but not his? She must be some sort of wizard, he finally decided, crossing his arms over his chest.

"a magician never shares her secrets." she grinned as she said this and turned on her heel. The high top black chuck taylors she wore made a grinding sound as she did this. Abby began to walk, a small smile on her face. She once again pushed up her glasses.

"give it time." she replied but didn't turn back around. "just give it time." what she didn't add was because I'm inventing something that will get rid of them all in two days

"Hey!" Shane called after her, seething with frustration. He took a few steps to catch up with her and grabbed her arm. "You can't just waltz up and kill an alien, then not tell us how! Are you trying to get the human race destroyed? Just tell us how you freaking killed the alien."

She raised an eyebrow and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "didn't I tell you? A magician never tells her secrets." she reminded him calmly. She swiftly snatched his hand off her arm and dropped it. "dont touch me again. Youll find it unwise."

Shane let out a tense breath before turning away from her. He simply shook his head without another word and made his way back to Klarissa. "Are you alright?" he asked her, sitting down beside her.

"I'm fine, Shane," she responded, still staring at the girl, shocked. "Are you mad? You look like it."

Shane clenched his jaw, but tapped her leg with his hand. "Don't worry about it, Klare."

"Whatever you say," Klarissa looked up at him again, her eyes looking suddenly hopeful. "So can we go now? To get Pepper?"

Abby continued down the road the crowbar bumping against her thigh with every step. Maybe I should go back... she thought to herself guiltily What if they die? Or lose their memories like I did. With every thought she wanted to go back more. Eventually she spun on her heel, pushed up her glasses, and sprinted back. There they were, where she'd left them. She smiled and waved breathing hard "If you want, you can stay with me. I'll teach you what I know." she suggested taking big breaths in between words.

Klare looked up at the girl timidly, and stepped behind Shane, just in case she was going to randomly attack them with her crowbar.

"What's with the sudden change of attitude?" Shane demanded, crossing his arms. His eyebrow was raised and his green eyes were cold as they gazed at her.

"Oh well I just thought about it and figured numbers are more powerful soooo... here I am!" She smiled. and.. you guessed it, pushed up her glasses.

Shane snorted skeptically as Klarissa peeked out from behind him. "You mean it...?" she asked quietly, causing Shane to look down at her with shock.