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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 19, 2012 19:36:50 GMT -8
www.flickr.com/photos/bluevelvetcake/6897561261/in/set-72157629373039161{OOC} ^ Current location based (As in, not exactly this place and image) off this pic. Thanks for the Inspiration Vespyr! {OOC} The sun was beginning to rise in Long beach. Morning time. Most of it's Citizens were either still asleep in thier beds, or scurrying back to whatever dark hidey holes they owned, trying to outrun the intruding Dawn, like Cockroaches when you turn the kitchen lights on. The Streets were quiet. A heavy stillness permeated the chill breezy air. No bird sang, and the crows sitting atop thier high perches were only just opening thier bleary eyes, ready to puff thier feathery bodies up and let loose with thier incessent cawing. Marcus never really minded the cawing like alot of other people he knew. It was as ubiquitous to a city morning as a rooster on a farm to him. Body sheathed in a layer of sweat, the man cut through the city like a knife, clad in nothing but a white tank top, reddish brown cargo pants and a black kangaroo sweater tied around his waist as he perched atop of a whitewashed wall, his tired eyes widening as he spotted a prize worth staying up all night for. A little sanctuary of his own. Laid out before him was a vast sea of concrete parking lots, bay doors and warehouses fenced in by brick, mortar and steel cage fences laced with razorwire. Judging by the structures, this place could be just as much refinery as it was warehouse. Either way, it was a fantastic find! Staying silent, the man gave his ponytail a tug with excitment before slipping off the wall into a roll and back on his feet again, walking as easy as you please down the seemingly empty lot Urban exploration was a fun little hobby of his, and this place SCREAMED mystery. It was abandoned, in evidence of the broken windows and smashed cars that populated the lot, or at the very least, the place was no longer used for it's original purpose. The breeze sent a shiver down Marcus' spine, or was it the atmosphere of the place? Either way, Sleep was for the weak. Time to Scout. This place would make a perfect Parkour training ground.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Apr 19, 2012 19:55:16 GMT -8
Olesya had trouble sleeping in. Back when she lived on the streets, she had grown accustomed to sleeping during the day and prowling at night. After being arrested and sent to the mental institution, she was forced into a 'normal' routine of getting up at 7am and lights out at 9pm. Though the routine wasn't enforced anymore, her internal clock still beat to the time, waking her up once the sun breached the horizon.
Everything had changed since she had last seen Long Beach, and rather than sit around and twiddle her thumbs, Olesya decided it was a good idea to check the place out. First she explored the Crows territory, orbiting around the main headquarters. Today she ventured out a bit more, her head covered in a light blue bandana to hide her stark white hair. The sun shone down brightly, warming her skin as she glided down the road, skipping over uneven patches and broken pavement. It was a good agility exercise as well, retraining her muscles that had been dormant for longs months.
She paused along a half wall, peering around, her mismatched eyes catching sight of an unknown individual. It was early enough that few people were out an about, but something about this young mand piqued her curiosity. Olesya pressed her back against the wall, narrowing her profile, her light colored clothes and fair skin not causing much contrast against the concrete jungle.
Olesya didn't know yet whether this man was a friend or an enemy, so it was best to gather as much information she could before a confrontation. Not to mention the fact that she could count the number of people she trusted on one hand. It didn't hurt to be careful, even this early in the day.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 20, 2012 19:11:08 GMT -8
Marcus put a hand out and let his fingers rake along the chainlink fence as he walked,
the buildings and bay doors awakening memories of an old shop he and Silk, one of his oldest friends,
used to own. It was called the Obsidian Rose, an old goth/punk/alternative shop that enjoyed mild success
until Silk up and left New York. He had lost interest in the shop fast after that. Just wasen't as fun without a half drunk Spanish chick waving a shotgun around.
Picking a spot to start at random, Marcus made his way down the street that messily cut the city block in two. Before long, he began to feel the hair on the back of his neck rise. Someone had eyes on him! He stole a quick glance over his shoulder as he walked and grunted in irritation when nothing revealed itself.
Now the funny thing is, most people would probably shrug, drop thier guard and keep on walking. Most people who do that get jumped. Marcus shrugged and kept on walking, but he didn't drop his guard. Not that he was on high alert or anything. Lord above knew that it could have been an alley cat that set off his animal brain's warning system.
'Buuut, Just to be certain.....'
He thought with a mischevious grin
As Marcus past by a truck hitched to a shipping container, he suddenly kicked off of one foot and launched himself behind it, out of sight from where he got the 'being watched' vibe. With his back to the passenger side door, Marcus carefully reached out and snapped off a piece of glass from the side mirror. Obviously the man had been watching too many spy movies as a kid, he raised the mirror up and got a slightly grimy and distorted view of the way behind him. He had thought he caught a glimps of movement the last time he looked behind himself. This time he would get alittle more certainty.
And a new game to play.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Apr 20, 2012 19:59:14 GMT -8
Olesya pressed herself against the wall when he glanced back, having caught the feeling that someone was watching him. Mismatched eyes widened slightly then narrowed as the boy launched himself behind a truck and out of her sight. She hadn't made much noise at all, so for all she knew he was running from ghosts. Her gaze flicked around to make sure he hadn't noticed something (or someone) she'd missed. Satisfied that they were alone, the corners of her mouth twitched upward.
This brought her back to her life on the street. Though instead of stalking her prey and mugging them, she was doing it simply for the entertainment value.
She waited a minute or two to see if the boy would reappear from behind the truck. When he didn't, Olesya decided to move in. Maybe he'd high tailed it, but maybe he was sticking around, waiting for her to make a move. An abandoned car sat about six feet from the end of the wall she was hiding behind, she sprung out from behind the wall tumbling behind the car and taking her second hiding spot. She crept her way around the car, keeping her eye on the truck for any signs of movement.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 20, 2012 21:37:13 GMT -8
Whatever was following him was careful, and fast. Frozen in place, eyes on the mirror shard, Marcus was just able to catch a glimps of a darting shadow passing from behind a wall to a nearby car. The thought that anyone would be stalking him made his lips pull back into a feral smile. It could still just be an alley cat prowling around for breakfast.
Speaking of.......
Lowering his arm, lest his trump card be discovered, Marcus frowned as he considered his options. Back in New York, where he had intimate knowledge of most of the city, Marcus could have easily just outflanked and discovered his secret Stalker. But here? He didn't know Cailifornia anywhere near as well. Instead of discouraging him, the thought made his blood quicken. A Challenge presented itself in the form of an interesting game of cat and mouse.
'Now to find out who is who.'
But first, his options. For starters he needed a better vantage point. Even behind the truck, the yard was too exposed. Fortunatly the truck was backed up all the way to the dock door, giving the man a path to the dock with an obstructed view for the Stalker. Of course, he could just stay put and wait the unknown assailant/secret admirer out, but where would the fun in that be?
So there he was, shimmying along the side of the container, fingers white knuckled as they dug into the top, feet carefully trying not to make a clattering sound against the metal sidings. A part of him longed to climb up to the rooftops, but to keep stealthy, he would have to stay low. Landing with a quet thud, he hugged the shaded wall and began to fast sneak his way deeper into the Warehouse district, vaulting over a chest high wall that spereated the two warehouses he was hiding against and putting his back to it. With his eyes closed, Marcus fought to still his heart and listen for any signs of pursuit.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Apr 22, 2012 20:10:55 GMT -8
Olesya caught a glimpse of his retreating figure as he vaulted over a half-wall. Running away? Well that was no fun! that game had only begun! She took advantage of the time he wasn't looking behind him to peel out from behind the car, in direct pursuit of her prey. She weaved her way through the obstacles, her steps light, fast, and quiet on the asphalt. She kept low to the ground in case he tried to look back, attempting to remain inconspicuous.
She stopped at the wall the boy had vaulted over. She pressed herself against the other side, breathing slowly and quietly so as not to give her position away. She listened for the tell-tale signs of footsteps, and if a minute went by without any indicative sound, she would slowly rise, peering over the wall to look for her target.
(ooc: short sry >.<)
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 23, 2012 0:01:56 GMT -8
{OOC} No worries. I'll forgive if you forgive, I'll probably have a few short posts myself. {OOC}
Well this definatly wasen't going as well as planned. Marcus cursed his luck. This was EXACTLY why he went out at night, If he had the chance to know the area better, he would have EASILY been able to outmanouver this pesky shadow of his. His senses hightened, Marcus could hear his pursuer approaching on feet as light as any cats.
He almost wanted to laugh, imagining some black garbed ninja on the other side, his or her back to the wall. The imagine was just too funny!
He kept his breathing carefully measured so that nothing would give him away. Opening his eyes, Marcus slowly craned his head up. THERE! He could see just a hint of what was following him.
'Ugh, up your nose cutey pie.'
Well, besides that, he really couldn't make out much. His assailent seemed to be too preoccupied with looking forward instead of looking down.
Marcus smile immediatly went from ear to ear and would have made the cheshire cat jealous.
Slowly but surely, still trying to remain undetected, he took a deep, deep breath, cupped his hands around his mouth and went:
"BOO!"
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Post by Your Mom~ on Apr 23, 2012 19:02:45 GMT -8
The years recovering had made Olesya less sharp on the battle field, the thought not even crossing her mind to look down before looking forward, assuming he had hightailed it instead of stuck around a foot from her with nothing but a wall in between. But alas, even the best street rats are duped sometimes.
"BOO!"
Now, when spooked like that, the natural response (that is, the reflex of most sane individuals) is to jump back from the source of the disturbance for self preservation. Olesya, however, was not most sane individuals. In fact, arguments could be made on behalf of her sanity seeing as she was admitted to a psychiatric ward prior to the world's upheaval, and failed to finish her treatment.
So what does our snow haired cat do instead? Why, pounce at the source of the spook, of course!
Having been partially crouched at the time of the scare, Olesya sprung up, vaulting over the wall and dive tackling the boy on the other side. There was a little too much momentum behind the pounce, however, and it continued to push forward even after the collision. Ragged nails clung to whatever surface she could of the boy's form be it fabric or skin, catapulting them both into a tumble across the asphalt.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 23, 2012 20:10:13 GMT -8
Ok this was DEFINATLY not going the way he expected it would at ALL. With his reaction time slowed due to sleep deprivation, Marcus couldn't hope to counter the sudden tackle. So fast and strong his shadow was, he found himself on his back after a quick tumble and unable to move. He winced, feeling her fingers dig into his shoulders as she had him pinned down.
After a few moments of trying to buck her off, with little to no success, Marcus slowly ceased and took a moment to get a good look at this Hellcat who ran him to the ground.
Glaring up at the slip of a girl who felt like she weighed a Buck fifty soaking wet, (Which REALLY confused him how she was able to pin him like this) Marcus felt his features soften as he closed his eyes and groaned in exhaustion.
"Errrrrgh! I'm too TIRED for this shit right now. "
He opened his eyes and looked back up at her.
"Hey Girlpants, Don't you think you need to take me out to dinner first before gunning for first base?"
She gets points for good instincts though. Marcus did NOT expect her to straight up attack like this. The warrior in him was quite impressed. Still......
Couldn't she take a damn joke?
And why the hell had she been following him in the first place?
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Post by Your Mom~ on Apr 24, 2012 11:12:06 GMT -8
The corners of her mouth twitched upward, pleased that she had caught her prey. The old predator glint in her eyes flashed before being replaced with something more mellow, something a little more sane. Her heart was pounding in her chest, though it appeared as if the thrill of the chase was at an end. What a buzzkill!
"Hey Girlpants, Don't you think you need to take me out to dinner first before gunning for first base?"
Her laugh was sharp, mismatched eyes glinting in the morning light as she looked down at him. He was kinda cute, rugged with the facial hair and long red mane pulled back into a ponytail. From the looks of him, she figured he would put up more of a fight.
"Oh yes, let me find a five star restaurant around here....oh waaaaaaaaait."
Olesya mimed looking around them, taking in the sight of abandoned cars and buildings, partially toppled fences and torn up concrete. Finding a place of business here was like finding a palm tree in the North Pole. Her gaze returned to the boy she'd pinned down, her expression playful and mocking.
"Huh. Looks like I get a walk then."
She pressed her lips roughly to his for a second, there was nothing gentle or intimate about this kiss. If anything it was a challenge. Olesya had been duped by kisses back in high school when she was in the midst of a fight. Boys who wanted to throw her off guard so they could get the upper hand, feigned intimacy was a tool that often confused the body and the mind, taking the fight to a whole other level. She pulled away, locking eyes with her unnamed opponent as her lips curled into a devilish smile.
"You're it."
She growled, before taking off into the abandoned lot. She slid across the hood of a car, hardly slowing down. Olesya could feel the muscles that encompassed the boy's body when she'd tackled him. She was convinced that he'd let himself get caught too easily, having been shocked by the element of surprise that had been flipped around on him. Now she wanted to see what he was made of.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 24, 2012 20:10:49 GMT -8
Marcus had to admit, the way she said that sent a thrill down his spine. In fact alot of the things she did sent a thrill down his spine, kicked a fire in his guts and woke up his animal brain. To say the girl had an effect on him would be putting it mildly.
"Cheeky little bitch."
Marcus cursed appreciatively to her rapidly retreating back, his lips pulled back in a wolfish smile. His heart thudded in his chest, his body felt electrified. The Challenge she presented in the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she looked at him with intriguingly mismatch colored eyes and grinned that mocking little grin kicked his systems into overdrive.
'Think your gonna get away form me that easily?"
He muttered as he smoothly spun up onto his feet and into a runners crouch before Launching himself forward and after her. Where she slid over the hood of the car, Marcus opted to plant both hands atop of it and 'Gorilla vault' over it with a swing of his feet.
The feeling of her lips pressed visciously against his was still fresh in his mind as his feet left no echoes while he pumped his legs, still far behind his quarry but slowly and surely catching up as he used every Parkour trick in the book to maintain his momentum. He Leapt up dumpsters to 'Tic Tack' over walls, he Wall ran across gaps, slid down the handrails off of concrete stairs. There were no Obstacles. Only footpaths as he slid under, jumped over or ran across everything in his path.
Deeper and deeper into the warehouse district they ran. His Prey remaining tantalizingly close. He felt like a wolf running a Bobcat down and slowly but surely he was gaining on her.
'Well, lets see how she likes it when the roles are reversed hmm?'
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Post by Your Mom~ on Apr 25, 2012 18:14:25 GMT -8
He dodged and weaved just as well as she did, glancing back Olesya could see him slowly gaining on her. She smirked, pushing her body faster and harder to keep her lead. She slid through a fairly good sized hole in a chain link fence, not losing too much momentum as she pressed onward. She swung up the railing of a short set of concrete stairs and weaved between a couple abandoned pallets, leaping off one to clear the pile.
A large brick wall was rising to meet here, with not many other options on either side. Was our bobcat trapped? Had she met her end to the game of cat and mouse? ...Hardly. Grinning wildly, she ran full tilt at the wall, leaping up just a few feet away and running up the sidewith no trouble at all. A good twenty feet up she reached the top, vaulting over the edge and touching down on the roof.
Did I forget to mention she had specially made ballet shoes on her feet? They had belonged to her friend Emily, and had been a gift the last time she ever saw her friend. The bottoms were made of a special material that allowed her to climb basically any surface as long as she maintained momentum. These shoes had gotten her out of a couple sticky situations in the past, though they were more dangerous while this was simply fun.
Placing her hands on the ledge, she looked down to where her pursuer would be, smirking. The fire escape was a good thirty feet to the right and seemed to be in disrepair. How would he manage to get up here to catch her?
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 25, 2012 19:37:37 GMT -8
{OOC} ^Thread theme =3 {OOC}
Just as soon as Marcus began to feel triumph swelling in his chest, defeat began to loom it's ugly head!
For just as he was beginning to close the gap, the girl put on a tremendous burst of speed and pulled ahead.
Now most people would get discouraged by this point. Not Marcus though, it only drove him to push himself harder to keep up. He knew he would be sore as hell in the mor- errrr, i mean evening..........
Wait.....what time was it again?
Anyway, Now Marcus had to get creative. Raw speed wasen't going to get him his prize, whatever THAT may be. No, he would have to think a few feet ahead of his quarry. Looking ahead of the bobcat he was chasing, Marcus dedicated a section of his brain in predicting her path and calculating the best way to intercept her. The runners equivelant to passing her on the inside line in a race car.
Literaly DIVINg through a hole in a chain link fence like a hunting dog after a rabbit going down into it's den, Marcus spotted his first break in the chase while he slid on his shoes down another set of concrete stair railings.
'Brick wall. Gotchu now sweetmeat.'
Feeling the race comming to a close, Marcus put out another burst of speed as he fought to close the gap. The funny thing was, so focused he was on the chase, that he hadn't given a single thought to what he was going to do when he eventualy caught her.
'Duh. Get her number. Mabey.'
Aaaaaaand then she suddenly ran up the side of the building.
Marcus came to a grinding halt as he watched slack jawed as the little bobcat LITERALY ran up the side of a building.
'Like.....How in the ACTUAL FUCK IS SHE DOING THIS?!?!?!?'
Well, he definatly didn't plan on asking her from all the way down here. Spotting the Fire escape, Marcus shook himself off, caught a few massive lungfulls of air and began to make his way towards it. Running up the wall to catch the half retracted ladder, Marcus began to climb the OUTSIDE of the fire escape, hand over hand with the speed of a monkey, deftly avoiding the rusted out bars of metal with a practised hand.
The Adrenaline was doing it's job. The man hadn't even begun to feel the burn in his muscles. He had to admit it felt good to go all out like this. He rarely ever had the chance to do so.
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Post by Your Mom~ on Apr 25, 2012 20:14:35 GMT -8
The girl's sharp laugh echoed off the buildings in the big lot around them as she witnessed his slack jawed expression. She watched curiously as he took off for the fire escape that was in less than perfect condition. Was he expecting to climb that?!
...Apparently he was. And deftly so, he scaled the metal skeleton like a crazy monkey, cutting off the girl's celebration. But the game was far from over!
Olesya turned and ran, stepping up and pushing off the ledge of the building, catapulting herself to the next roof over. She tuck and rolled as she met the cement, rolling back up to her feet and taking off once more. She gave herself a burst of speed before repeating the motion when she reached the edge of that building. There was only one more rooftop in front of her though, so she had to think up a new plan, and fast.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Apr 29, 2012 14:58:45 GMT -8
Seeing his quarry finaly good and trapped on the final rooftop, Marcus went for broke and put everything he had left in this last desperate lunge. Luckily for him, Olesya had paused just long enough on the rooftop edge that The man was on her before she would even have a chance to react (Hopefully >_>). Unfortunatly he was also in such a single minded state of mind, that he didn't quite clue in that Tackling someone off the edge of a building was never quite as good an idea in practise as it was in theory.
So down they both went, The girl bundled up in Marcus' strong arms. Without even thinking, Marcus twisted his body so that he was right side up, Reached down with one hand and pulled off the sweater he had tied around his waist. With a quick flick, he looped the sweater around a hanging clothing line and caught the other end of the sweater in his other hand, using it like a zip line.
As Olesya began to fall, Marcus quickly pinched his knee's into her Torso and wrapped his legs around her as they zipped across the wide street and over a large courtyard. Marcus was whooping and Hollering with unchecked glee the entire way.
The line stopped over an appartment balcony a few stories up and as they approached, Marcus would bend his legs, pulling the young woman back and ensuring that he was gonna hit the balcony wall first.
Which he did. With a meaty thump.
Somewhere before the impact, he would release the bobcat just in case. Right now, he found himself a tangled mess of tired limbs off in a corner, right infront of an impact crater in the wall beside the sliding glass door where all 210 lbs of himself slammed into it. Whether from fatigue or from the euphoria, the man was giggling manaicly to himself as he tried to untangle his limbs and pull himself up into a sitting position.
Looking over at his prey, which he did TECHNICALY caught, he would smile a rougish smile.
"Your It. No tag backs!"
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