Realistic or Modern What Music Do Bones Make?

[Malhyanth]

This roleplay is for Malhyanth and apolla ​

Please do not enter this RP unless expressly invited.
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This roleplay is a fantasy roleplay based around a modern styled world. Within it, humans, as they al the always have, believe themselves to be the predominant species; top of the food chain; masters of all they survey.​

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This is not the case, however. In the shadows, beings of mystique and folklore stalk. Though they may appear human, their movements are animalistic. Their skills are beyond comprehension. Their appetites are for something more...

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Life in the concrete jungle was difficult to express easily. White-blue and deep pink mottled eyes watched the bodies passing through the streets like ants, walking to their jobs. Walking to their convenience store. Walking to their homes. Wake. Work. Eat. Work. Sleep. Repeat. Such a mundane world these things lived in. Humans were such strange beasts with their work to live attitude. A large hand took up a card file, and looked it over. The face that looked up at his was pretty cute. He couldn't understand why this girl had to be the target. He could have said no, he didn't tend to agree to targets like this, targets being aimed at because of something that was born into them, and that, very potentially, they had no clue about.

The giant of a man sighed, setting the file down again. He was crouched, animalistic, on the window seat of a hotel room, the sash window up as far as it could go, allowing the toxic city air swirl around him, bringing him the scents of the evening. Across from his hotel, in direct eyesight of his room, the entrance to a large skyscraper. Inside, so he hoped, and so told the file, a girl worked, whom he needed to befriend, and steal away, deliver like a courier. This kind of work was not his forte. The hand that idly caressed the image of the girl moved to his left, and picked up a bone blade with a flourish, twirling it with ease and control. Those strangely mottled eyes watched it, never still, flickering constant as he tried to look at it perfectly. Setting the blade down after a few show tricks, the man sighed again, and decided to stand, and stretch his legs. He knew her schedules. He'd memorised them, before entering the city she resided. He had to be prepared. This was a simple case of swoop in, pick her up in a bar, take her to a hotel, screw her brains out and leave her with a gaping hole in her chest where her heart had once been. The Contractor had been most explicit in the fact she couldn't be harmed or 'sullied'. The man snorted as he stalked around his room, his long legs clad in a low-slung combat trouser, his broad chest a simple grey tank, scars his decoration alongside unusual bone accessories. The most bizarre being his ribcage arm band, gripping his upper right bicep. His scarred face was sharp, alert, and could switch so quickly between aggressive and vicious, to jovial and soft. His dreadlocks were coated in a red clay, and decorated in skulls and bone trinkets.

He returned to the window, looking at the clock on the wall, then to the sky, as if to verify the clock's authenticity. He sneered, the scar over the left side of his face, running from brow into lip, causing a perpetual smirk to his features, and pulled the window down, securing his room. The file was taken to the bathroom, and a lighter was removed from his pocket. The flames ate at the paper and card speedily, and the ashes fell into the shower tray. Water sprayed for a few minutes, before he turned, and left the room. He gathered his meagre items; his blade, and a leather trench coat, with an integrated hood. He pulled this over his head, and left the room, the shower still running, washing away the burnt remnants of his being there.

As he left, he paid for the 5 hours he'd been inside. The clerk looked at the tall, pale man with confusion, looking up the staircase for some sort of companion he'd spent the hours with, but shrugged, took the money, and turned away from the giant. The albino moved out into the street, again, checking the light of the day, where the sun was in its journey towards the horizon, before looking to cross the street towards the building that the girl was said to be in. He found a convenience store, and entered, looking through the racks of stupid items, before settling on a type of meat product, like a jerky or something. He wasn't sure. He stepped out again, and leant against the abandoned store front a few building down from the target one. He hoped he'd picked right. She'd be coming out soon, and he had to make sure she didn't escape him, or clock him quite yet. The meat product was dry and chewy, but it had good flavour, so the man stood, idly chewing his treat, face covered by the leather jacket, eyes sidled onto the entrance of that building.

 

[apolla]

It had been a rough day for Arianna, ever since she'd woken up with a start at 8:15 that morning, already fifteen minutes late for work. She'd spent another minute or two staring at the clock on her phone, wondering if it was playing a cruel trick on her. But the five text messages and two missed calls from her boss told her that no, it was not a joke. With a groan, she'd shoved the covers back and forced herself to get up. Her rushed shower took maybe seven minutes total, and she could practically leap from her bathroom to her bedroom in her tiny apartment, shaving a few seconds off her time.

Her black pants were dirty, both pairs of them, so she had to pull on a skirt instead. She pulled a cream colored tank top over her head, then used one hand to brush her light blonde hair while the other one shoved hangers aside in her closet, searching for a white button up shirt. Locating one, she pulled it off the hanger and stepped back, tossing it haphazardly on the bed while she finished brushing her hair. Doing anything with it while it was wet was almost an impossibility, and a quick glance at her phone told her it was 8:31. Fuck... Not looking forward to the reaming she was going to get, she flipped her hair upside down and tied it in a quick messy bun. Flipping her head back, she tucked the few stray hairs down and turned to grab her white shirt.

While she buttoned the shirt, she crossed the room to her dresser and pulled out a pair of panty hose. Though she hated the damned things, she had tattoos on her legs that just had to be covered up because they were unprofessional. She didn't think the sunflower was unprofessional, not was the microphone on her other leg, although that one was pretty big. Pulling them on, she finished the last few buttons and found her black wedges, sliding her feet into them. Grabbing her phone off the bed, she practically ran to the front door, grabbing her purse and keys from the table by the front door. After locking her apartment door, she was off.

Just as she'd suspected, her boss had handed her a new ass on a platter when she'd arrived, after nine o'clock. Arianna tried to hold her head high the rest of the day, but things just kept going wrong. Being an assistant to Rhonda, one of the higher ups for this accounting firm, was a difficult job anyway. But when Arianna was getting her coffee, she spilled it all over the carpet (she was grateful she hadn't gotten it on her shirt, but still) and had to remake it. The copier machine broke while Arianna was making copies of she documents for Rhonda, and by the time she'd found another copier, the copies were late. And that was all before she sat down at her desk. Turns out, two appointments had gotten mixed up, and Arianna had accidentally double booked her for a phone conference as well as a meeting with a client.

But it was now four thirty, and Arianna was ready to kick off her shoes and call it a day. She smiled and waved goodbye to Rhonda, ensuring she didn't need anything else before she left. When she said she didn't, the blonde high tailed it out of there, tapping her foot impatiently as the elevator took it's sweet time going down to the first floor. The doors opened and she squeezed between them before they were fully open, almost knocking over a guy in a suit. Apologizing, she fled from the building, pausing only when she was through the spinning door and in the fresh air. She breathed it in, grateful it was Friday. Her car was in a parking garage a few blocks over, so she set off towards it, her head downcast.

 

[Malhyanth]

Commotion roused the man from his daydreaming, his mottled eyes taking in the scene. A haphazard girl, but clearly the face to follow, nearly knocked a Suit flying as she came out of the office block. She apologised, but the guy didn't seem to care. Jerk. The albino raised a straight brow at her as she seemed to revel in the last of the sunshine, breathed deep of the toxic city air. The man couldn't understand it. The again, he had to remember he was from another place, and was more... sensitive to the pollutants of these modern cities. His heart often howled for the wilderness, to run free. To be the wolf that resided in his chest, slumbering just below the surface; the beast, the animal.

She turned away from his direction. Clearly he had misjudged. Though the file had outlined her routines, it was hazy on the subject of locations for each of her routine movements. Seemed today she had parked up somewhere different. The leather coat clad werewolf, towering above most in the crowd that were filtering onto the streets as time passed, and more of the workers came down from their metallic towers of computer screens and paper notes, watched her weave gracefully through; well versed, it seemed, in traversing the streets of this city. He figured she would be, she'd been here long enough to be noticed.

The werewolf pushed his way through the throngs of people. They made it hard to keep track of her, but the man knew Arianna was a prize he could not allow to get away, but he had to be careful, too. He had to make sure she didn't notice him yet. He needed to find her apartment, as per the notes, and ensure that once his task was done, it was as if she never existed. Not difficult for a man whom felt his hand guided by a dark being, a Dark Master, whom passed to his subject these missions through the ether, and landed them with him. He could not tell the reasons, though he was sure there must be, as to why this girl was special.

The file had mentioned latent powers. Something to do with her ancestry. Whether she was aware of them or not was another matter. He had been instructed to gather her, store her, and bring her when required. To where, he had no idea; those details weren't for him yet. Fucking delivery boy, he mused, as he followed through the masses. She barely made a ripple in the crowd as she passed through. How did she do that? How did the humans around her not notice her? The lumbering werewolf behind her parted a way by simply being intimidating. Few people thought they could walk through this hulk of a man, so why would they try? Most of them came to his collar bone; none ever seemed to be tall enough to look him square in the eye! The benefit of Scandinavian blood, he supposed, and an ancient line of it, considering his age. One didn't get to be as skilled as he in a few human years. Werewolves, after all, were long lived, and this albino was particularly skilled.

The blade he had picked up was secured safely in a sheath at his back, it's comforting weight bouncing against his spine as he walked. The sheath was secured to the inner lining of the trench coat he wore, so as not to draw attention to it. He wasn't sure why he'd brought it, as the file had been specific regarding the harm that should befall the girl. That being none. Spoil sports. The bone covered giant enjoyed a little "harm". He figured they'd have plenty of time to get to know each other, any how. She wasn't a bad looking girl. Maybe she was a playful bit of tail, and that's why she was being picked to go to the Boss.

The streets were unpleasant, now, and the werewolf was keenly aware he was sticking out like a sore thumb. He decided to cross the road, use the time off the pavement to catch up a little. A few taxis honked as he made his way across at a slow jog, ending up across from her, on the quieter side of the street, carefully keeping step with her without seeming obvious... or as inconspicuous as such a tall, scarred albino wearing a hooded trench coat with red clay caked dreadlocks could be that was covered in bone jewellery!

When the girl stopped, the werewolf stopped. When she started, he would eventually follow. The few blocks that they had to traverse were long, at least for the werewolf. He was focusing so hard on keeping pace, whilst also remaining inoccuous, he nearly missed the appearance of a high rise car park appearing ahead. And the way the girl seemed to be determined to reach it. And how the crowds had begun to thin. He contemplated, as he walked along, his movements somewhat light. Had she noticed him? If she had, did she just see him as some gothic looking loser guy that just happened to be following the same route? Was the car park going to be silent enough to do what he needed. Was her car going to be big enough to fit them both in?

He stopped to admire a shop front stall of fruit and vegetables, picking up a punnet of blueberries, and handing over the small change to take them. He grabbed the lot in one hand, and gave the punnet back to the shopkeeper, leaning against the railing to the left, just grazing the underpass that would lead into the car park. His mottled eyes were fixated on her back. Each time it looked like she might notice him, he turned, and popped yet more blueberries into his mouth. Argh, they were good! Secret weapon against any canine! Always have a good blueberry on hand to fend off a werewolf!! He laughed at his own internalised joke, and tried to ignore the few stares he elicited. One glare of his mottled eyes tended to send people scurrying. He turned his attention back to the job at hand, and watched the last part of the girl's journey.

 

[apolla]

Arianna worked through the crowd with practiced ease, used to working through the heavy throng of people at this time. She looked down mostly when she walked, partly because of somewhat low self esteem, partly because she didn't want to trip over a crack in the sidewalk, or something else. She'd seen abandoned bags and shoes enough times on this walk to know that looking down was probably a smart idea. Thankfully, despite the long walk, the air was warm and she didn't need a jacket, although by the time night hit, the temperature would surely drop. Warm days, cold nights. It was the weather she was used to now.

As she walked, she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shirt, the lacy camisole underneath poking through. Her panty hose had gotten a run sometime during the day; she'd have to throw them out and go buy more. Her feet were complaining after a day of being perched up in the wedges, and she longed for her flats, or even better, to be barefoot in her apartment. Perhaps even a nice bubble bath. Her lips turned up into a smile as she daydreamed, looking up every now and then to be sure she was going in the right direction. There was a bit of a pep in her step the closer she got to the garage. The weekend would do that to you.

Curious if she'd missed any calls that day, she brought her purse around to her front and dug in it while she walked, pulling the Samsung device out of her bag. Letting the bag fall back to where it hung, she pressed the button to light the phone up, seeing that she did indeed have a few missed calls. She swiped the phone open and hit the call log, seeing that she had more than two missed calls from a number she knew, but was not saved in her phone. The pep in her step died a little, and she exited out of the call log without calling the number back. She had a voicemail, too, but she didn't bother listening to it.

Her father was a drunk, and he only called when he needed money. She never knew her mother, and had no siblings. Her fathers drinking had only gotten worse throughout the years. As a child, he'd been able to hold it together until she left for school, and gather it back up before she walked in the door. It wasn't until she was in high school that she started finding empty bottles in the oddest places. In the washer, behind the DVD rack, buried in the dirty laundry. By then, she could take care of herself, and she did. She had no choice. She'd graduated at 17 with an advanced diploma simply to prove that she could do it, and had moved away the day she turned 18.

She'd been on her own ever since. Although there were those few months she'd moved into that townhouse with the guy she'd met on craigslist, looking for a roommate. He'd been a creep, and as soon as she had a down payment for the apartment she was in now, she'd moved out. No forwarding address. Though she'd been in a hole for a while, she'd recently gotten a-- albeit slight-- raise at her job, and she was starting to dig herself out of it. Her apartment was nothing fancy, but it was hers, and only hers.

Realizing that she'd almost walked past the car garage, she stopped in her tracks and turned a sharp right into the place, heading for where she'd parked her little red Corolla. It was roomy, only because of the make, but it definitely wasn't luxurious. It worked for her, though, and got her where she needed to go. Digging her keys from her purse as she walked, she jingled her way to the drivers side door, jamming the key into the lock and twisting it, pulling the door open when she heard the locks click.

 

[Malhyanth]

She hadn't noticed him. How had she not noticed him? The file had said she had powers, latent, sure, but it had said she could be dangerous... The hunter was starting to feel the information may have been wrong. He nodded to the man on the stand he was stood at with a smirk, and spun as she disappeared suddenly into the garage opposite. The guy didn't seem to even care what he was doing, and continued to show off his wears. The albino crossed the street, careful to avoid the cars that were hurrying down the road. What fruit was still in his hand was soon shovelled into his mouth. He chewed fast as he entered the shade of the garage. He could hear her footsteps above him, and his grin was self-centered as he clocked there weren't many other cars, and there certainly were no other bodies in this garage.

The jingle of keys made his face harden, and his ears perk. She was at her car already? Sod it. He broke into a sped up walk, his long legs eating the distance in no time to find her, back to him, jangling the keys into some old banger of a car; it looked decent enough for the purpose of what he was about to do. The click of the lock sounded just as he reached her, so he had to act fast; before she could open the door, he was on her. A large hand wrapped around her face, roughly grabbing her mouth to halt any scream, the other snaking around her waist to pull her in close to his chest and allow the trench coat he wore to hide her from prying eyes. One long leg pushed between hers, to kneel on the car's door, to brace their bodies. He leant forward, his mouth grazing her ear slightly as he grinned, a small snort of laughter rolling from him before his deep voice purred out into the bowl of her ear.

"My my. Djou vere easier to get to zhan I zhought. Be advised, try anyzhing, I 'ave permission to cease djou." He didn't, but she didn't know that, and he was convincing in his role as a bad guy; he dug his fingertips into her cheek as he inspected the car. "Now. Ve are going to go for a drive, djou understand?" He spun her around so she could finally see him. He must have stood a good foot or more taller than she was, and he took him a lot of effort to hold gaze; his hand had not left her mouth, he'd only twisted his arm to make her forced pirouette work as he had turned her. To make her more uncomfortable, he leaned in close, again, leg spreading her own to pin her to the car, his now free hand reaching behind him to pull out the blade that had been secreted behind his body in the lining of his jacket. He flicked the bone blade beneath her nose, his perpetual smirking face exaggerated as he did smirk happily at her.

"Someone 'as paid vell for djou. Djou should be zhankful. It means you get to enjoy my charming company for a few days." His tightened grip squeezed a little harder as he took his eyes off her for a moment to look around them. Still no one. He grinned broad, revealing sharp teeth. The blade was placed between them, and he opened the door of the car, before he frisked her for the keys, twirling them on his finger. "I'm going to release djou. And djou're going to get into zhe car. Understand?" He grinned again, and gripped the keys tight, before unpinning her, and opening the door wider with his knee and pushing her into the opening. The blade was taken from his teeth and he leant over the open space, resting his forearm against the roof of the door, waiting for her to get comfortable.

 

[apolla]

A scream tore from Arianna's throat as she felt the hand clamp over her mouth, nearly dropping her keys in the process. Her scream came out muffled, and though she wanted badly to reach up and tear the hand from her face, she could only bend her arms at the elbows, as whoever had her face had her waist and arms as well. Her eyes scanned the garage in front of her, searching for somebody, anybody, that could help her. The garage was empty, save for her and her attacker. She felt something-- his leg, she realized-- pressing it's way between hers and bracing itself on her car, but she didn't have time to focus on that before she felt his hot breath in her ear.

Tears sprung to her eyes as his nails dug into her cheek, surely leaving little half moon shaped marks. She closed her eyes, probably to pray, but that was interrupted as well as he spun her around. She opened her eyes, and immediately they widened as she took in the appearance of the man before her. She screamed again, trying to twist her head to look away, to look for somebody to help her, but she could only turn her head so much. She made the mistake of looking at his eyes, and then she couldn't look away, almost as if she were hypnotized. But it wasn't just his eyes that hypnotized her; he leaned in closer, pinning her further against her Corolla, and reached behind him.

She began shaking her head, freezing when her eyes landed on the bone blade beneath her nose. It was hard for her to understand what he was saying, at first because of his accent, but then because his words weren't making any sense. She didn't understand why someone would pay for her, or why they would send someone to kidnap her. She felt his hands on her and gasped against his hand, seeing her keys as he lifted them up and twirled them on his finger. She nodded, though she would have agreed to almost anything to get him to let go of her.

He moved them, and next thing she knew, he was pushing her into the drivers seat. She settled in, reaching forward and gripping her steering wheel, trying to block the tears that were threatening to spill over. She was breathing heavily through her mouth, and watching him out of the corner of her eye. He would have to go to the passenger seat, she rationalized, trying to calm herself.

She would run then.

 

[Malhyanth]

The albino grinned as she screamed against his hand. It sent a shiver down his spine as he felt the hot breath, the moisture of her sound against his palm. She didn't respond, just did as she was told. She sat in the driver's seat, and gripped her steering wheel like her life depended on it. He supposed it did, really! As she stared ahead, he inspected the door, and the locking mechanism. He took his blade, and wedged the tip into the lock, popping out the little slab of plastic that allowed someone inside to unlock the car. He then opened the door behind the girl, and sank his blade further into the mechanism. The doors around the car locked, and he slammed the driver's door closed.

Pulling on the handle, the door refused to budge. He grinned his wide, sharp, toothy grin, and tapped the widow, his sneer jovial. It said "just to trick me, eh?". The whole of the car was now locked, amd unless she felt speedy to get across to the passenger's side, it was a hopeless situation. This was going very well, to his mind!!! He pulled open the door bed opened for himself , and folded his long limbs in. The blade came around to the front,and slowly tapped on her collar bone.

"Righty, little lady, djou're goinh to take zhis little banger for a spin!" His giggle was infectious, and didn't seem to match the monstrous form from which it around. He indicated her sat nav, and grinned his shard little smile. He passed forward a slip of parchment, with a number on it. It was a post code, and a street number. For somewhere far from this current position. He smiled and twirled his finger along one of the strands, enjoying the feel of it, his other hand balanced on the blade that slowly tapped her collar.

"Get zhis car moving." He snarled, knowing soon there would be others needing this space! He growled low, and raised his other hand to grip painfully into her shoulder, keeping her pinned into her seat.

 

[apolla]

Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she flinched as she saw the blade suddenly, thinking it was coming for her. Instead, to her relief, he jammed it into the locking mechanism, popping out the piece that she could have pulled on to unlock the car. She heard him open the back passenger door, sinking his odd looking blade further into her door. He kept it that way for a moment before removing it, slamming her door shut. Immediately she was on her door, pulling on her inside handle just as he pulled on the outside one. She looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat as she caught sight of his strange eyes again.

She banged her fist on the window as he moved to the back seat, climbing in. She turned her head, her eyes landing on the passenger door, but before she could move the blade was there, tapping happily on her collarbone. His giggle sent a chill down her spine, and she looked in the rearview mirror at the little of him she could see.

Something else touched her, and she nearly jumped out of her skin, but it turned out he was just passing her a slip of paper. She recognized the handwriting as an address, but she didn't recognize the city. With shaky hands, she entered the address into her navigation system, her eyes widening as she saw the arrival time. It wouldn't be until the sun was setting, or after, that they'd arrive at their destination. "Where are you taking me?" She whispered, moving her shaky hands back to the steering wheel.

She cringed at his snarl, moving one hand to the gearshift and putting the car in reverse. His fingers dug into her shoulder and she cried out, trying to cringe away from him, but his grip wouldn't loosen. So, with him painfully holding onto her, she backed out of the spot and put the car in drive, leaving the garage. She got on the interstate, and eventually passed the exit she would take to get home. Looking in her rearview again, she tried again. "What do you want?"

 

[Malhyanth]

The man hummed a jaunty little tune, quiet, contemplative, as he watched the girl in the rear view mirror. Her face was panicked, her movements quick and shaken. He knew he would probably get further with her if she remained calm, but it had been a while since he did an abduction, so to say he wasn't a little excited was an understatement. His bone blade tapped against her collar bone as he hummed, keeping the beat for him. Every time he tapped, she winced. Slowly, getting bored of tormenting her, he withdrew the blade. He leaned through the front, and, as he had with her door, did the same to the passenger side. He wasn't taking any chances with this cargo!!

"Vhere am I taking djou?" His voice was sing-song as he repeats her question. His leather trench coat creaked as he settled into his seat, his mottled icy white-blue and deep, dusky pink eyes watching her in her rear view, catching her glances. His scarred face pulled into a sharp smirk at her, as he turned his attention to his window for a moment. "Zhat is zhe question of zhe 'our, ain't it?" His laugh was cruel as he mocked her, testing his blade against his thumb pad. It was sharp alright, he knew that, already. He tended to it most evenings, as bone was an odd choice for a blade; it didn't have the integral strength of metal, and could shatter easily. It had to be crafted with precision and maintained with skill. Neither of which, he was sure, his cargo cared very much for at this time.

"Djour question should may'ap be altered, slightly. Not vhere, but 'oo? 'Oo vould vant zhis demure, plain girl. Zhis creature 'oo lives alone in zhe city? 'Oo, in all zhis vorld, is paying attention to zhat girl?" His chuckle was more of a cruel sounding chest noise, and his eyes captured hers in the rear view, his sneer in place, the hand free of the blade pushing back dreadlocks decorated with red hair dye and bones and skulls of little prey animals. The jawbone in his necklace clacked against the skull of another, rolling on his chest as she made corners. "Keep zhe car steady. If djou draw unnecessary attention, I vill not 'esitate to kill djou."

The man returned to watching the world pass by his window. He shifted a few times, making bones clack, and leather creak, to remind the girl she was not alone. He barely folded into the back seat, his immense height making it not the most comfortable of rides. He assessed the gap between the seats, and, making a decision, decided to thread himself through to the passenger seat. "Aah-Lee-Oop!" His sing-song voice once again as first a long leg threaded in, then the majority of his body, starting with his backside which he manoeuvred into place to land comfortably on the seat as he lifted his other leg, and pulled that through too. It was a tight squeeze, so he reached under the seat, found a lever, and pushed the chair all the way back. "Much better!!" The man stretched out his full height of 6'8, his heavy boots pushing against the footwell. Once comfortable, he fished into his inside pockets of his jacket and removed her file.

"Let's see. 'Ow good vas zheir intelligence." He thumbed through a few of the pages, resting on a table of personal information about her. "Come come, game time. Let's answer zhese questions. Name, age, sex?" He looked across at her, mouth pulled into his aggressive sneer. "Answer zhe questions, dear."