Nothing Familiar [closed]

[crayola1]

RAQUELLE ELLANA ATWELL

→ LEADING DOWN INTO MY CORE WHERE I'VE BECOME SO NUMB WITHOUT A SOUL
MY SPIRIT SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD UNTIL YOU FIND IT THERE AND LEAD ME BACK HOME ←

Okay, this did not look like a place she wanted to be. All of these people were shady and the little stores that lined the street were stocked full of weapons and drugs and other things and it made her stomach twist into a nervous knot. She tried to look as much like she belonged as she could, but it seemed like all eyes were on her. Raquelle certainly didn’t feel like she belonged here.

At least she could figure out where she was. . . . Some sort of black market. That’s what this looked like. That’s what the people here looked like they would do. . . browse the black market for illegal ware. This was probably a similar place she was taken when she was sold. . . . How many masters—or Johns—had she been through?

Well, she needed to get out of there. And fast. The young woman was beginning to wonder how she had gotten there and what would happen if these people decided she looked like someone they would like to have.

Turning on her heel, Raquelle started to head back the way she came, trying to find her way out of this place and into safer streets. Or at least, semi-safer streets. She didn’t think there was really any place that was safe out there. Germany hadn’t been safe, what made her think New York City would be safe? She needed to go home. That’s what she needed, for sure. But could she? Would her parents welcome her back after they learned what she had been through?

At least the drugs were out of her system. That had been an incredibly long week or two on the ship over. . . . The withdrawals had been shit, but it was all worth it. She was clean now and lucid and she could watch her step a little more. It wasn’t like she had wanted to take the drugs in the first place. She’d been forced to take them to make her more compliant, to make her need something and make her want to do it to fill that hole the drugs created. But now they were gone, and Raquelle hadn’t felt better in her life. More scared, more withdrawn, but she felt good now.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she was grabbed by the arm. She immediately let out a screech that made several weres passing by cover their ears, and another hand was promptly thrown over her mouth to silence her. Already the girl’s chest was heaving, her heart beating frantically as she twirled and looked up at the person grabbing her. A large man with a horrid little grin on his face.

“And what might you be doing here, eh?” he asked, some foreign accent laced in his tone. Raquelle tried to scream through the hand holding her and tugged away at her arm, but his grip was fast and she whimpered quietly, closing her eyes and hoping that it would all end in a few seconds. Someone would save her or she’d be dragged off to do whatever. But hopefully it ended soon.

→ MY BLOOD TO RUN BEFORE I COME UNDONE SAVE ME FROM THIS NOTHING ←

→ STARRING Kody/Open
→ COUNTING 525
→ LOCATION Wandering the market
→ WEARING Jeans, tennis shoes, and a loose t-shirt
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Evanescence

[raphael]

Raphael had been down in hell this whole time. What was he doing in hell? Enjoying the usual, torturing souls, dragging souls down to hell, fighting demons who could never even hope to reach his power, all that and more. It'd been a while since he paid a visit to earth so he appeared within the Black Market distract where he'd go least noticed. His seven foot tall stature was one that drew eyes to him, some what like flies were drawn to shit. Anyways, he proceeded to walk around the Black Market, looking for someone to perhaps lure into his dealing ways but soon enough as always it was with the corrupt humans one portrayed itself.

A brief scream from a girl and then a man who stood somewhere around six feet held her, a hand around her mouth to stop her screaming. One minute he was walking and the next he was behind the man. Grabbing him by the back of the throat with his massive hand as he quickly let go of the girl. The man trying to usher how words of curse but it was unsuccessful. With all his strength he threw the man several meters as his back came crashing with a sickening crack against a wall. Raphael taking out a sickly looking blade as he threw it. The blade entering the mans heart and killing him instantly. No use for scum like that around these parts.

The seven foot tall man looked down to the puny woman. He was massive, wearing an all black attire, black pants, black boots, a black leather jacket that was left open to show off his white t-shirt and a pentagram necklace he wore from his neck. His blood red eyes shifted from that color to a more gentle green as he got down on one knee and lended a hand to the girl, a small white smile coming to his face.

"Are you okay mam?"

His hand that he held out could easily equal both of her hands if she put them in his hand. Long spiky black hair, pale skin, a fitting attire, a massive man who could pick up just as massive men and toss them like a base ball. It was almost like a movie, were a impressive super hero came in to save the weak lady and of course was successful.

[crayola1]

RAQUELLE ELLANA ATWELL

→ LEADING DOWN INTO MY CORE WHERE I'VE BECOME SO NUMB WITHOUT A SOUL
MY SPIRIT SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD UNTIL YOU FIND IT THERE AND LEAD ME BACK HOME ←

Beyond her wildest dream Raquelle never would have imagined that her wish would come true. Not but a few seconds after hoping that this would all be over soon, her was released by both of the hands grasping her and she stumbled slightly after being used to the hands supporting her weight. Uncoordinated to begin with, she fell on her ass and let out a pained little squeak, leaning back on her hands to make sure that she didn’t get laid out on her back as well. Looking up and around, Raquelle attempted to find just why the man had released her, and she an even larger man standing there, the other nowhere to be seen. While she’d been recovering, the dark-clad man had tossed the other one.

Luckily, the young woman hadn’t noticed this. Otherwise, she might have just freaked out a little bit. She might have been a were of some sort, but she hadn’t the slightest idea about that, nor was she even aware of their existence. How she had managed this was beyond knowledge. Perhaps that was why most people had just left her alone while she wandered the black market—besides the last man, anyway.

Raquelle inched backward a little bit when the man kneeled in front of her, but it was more out of her need for personal space than fear—though there was evidence of that in her as well. He was a relatively intimidating guy, but she figured there wasn’t much to fear from him after he had done something to chase the other guy away. “Are you okay ma’am?” he asked kindly, reaching out to her with a hand that would most likely dwarf her own.

She reached out and set her own slender hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet. Instantly she brushed the seat of her pants off to rid it of any loose gravel that might have stuck to her shirt or jeans and she nodded her head, though she was shaking a little bit from the ordeal, but she was otherwise intact. When she could, she was pulling her hand back to herself, not wanting to prolong contact if she didn’t have to. “I—I’m fine. He just scared me is all,” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

→ MY BLOOD TO RUN BEFORE I COME UNDONE SAVE ME FROM THIS NOTHING ←

→ STARRING Raphael
→ COUNTING 387
→ LOCATION The market
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Muse

[raphael]

He pulled her to her feet and let go of her hand as soon as she was. A gentle hand came out and pulled a few pieces of dirt that had managed to mangle its way into her hair. Hearing her small voice compared to his deeper one. As he looked left to right and watched as the body was dragged off by some human, pry a servant for his blood thirsty vampire master. Oh well, he drug his shoulders and stared down at the woman. Guessing she only stood some where around five two and he was standing at a seven foot length she was by far one of the smaller ladies he had cared to known.

"Do you need an escort around here? I know this city like the back of my hand."

He showed her the back of his hands as he then spawned a card out of no where. A little magic trick he'd picked up in the human world. A card with his name on it in blood red letters. Raphael, and it said his occupation was a personal body guard. Of course that was all a lie, but still it helped these humans to think that you were human. Since they all believed that the truly lived in this world alone. Just humans, no vampires, were's, angels, demons, just them the 'superior' race. Hehe.. it was funny to think he could kill everyone in this entire district in less than an hour. It'd be a cake walk.

"I can protect you and led you around, free of charge. So whata say?"

A smile was still on his face, as the people were parting around them like the red sea. At least giving them a good two meter length to walk around him. After seeing what he could do to that man none of them wanted anything to do with him, and that was a good thing. He didn't want to waste the effort on them either.

[crayola1]

RAQUELLE ELLANA ATWELL

→ LEADING DOWN INTO MY CORE WHERE I'VE BECOME SO NUMB WITHOUT A SOUL
MY SPIRIT SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD UNTIL YOU FIND IT THERE AND LEAD ME BACK HOME ←

What did he ask? Raquelle tilted her head to the side and glanced around. He wanted to escort her to where she needed to go? If only she had somewhere to go. It was only her first night back in the states and she was pretty long, on the entire opposite end of the country from where her family was. From where she was born. The small girl didn’t really think she was going to get to go home, either. Her family wouldn’t want her back after the things she’d done. They probably thought she was dead, anyway. How long had she been gone? A year. . . and a little more, actually. They probably thought she was dead.

No. . . she didn’t think she would ever be able to face them again. Her friends, her family. . . . One of her friends was dead and the other. . . . Well, Raquelle could only imagine that she was either dead or still in Europe somewhere, being held as a sex slave or something. She shook her head as the memories came flooding and the sound of those beautiful words “free of charge” met her sensitive ears. That was the best thing she’d heard all day. Raquelle didn’t exactly have a whole lot of money—any money, actually—and she could have used someone who knew their way around. A slender hand reached out to take the card, a little mesmerized by the trick.

Raquelle looked over the card for a few seconds and became satisfied that it looked at least partially legit. She didn’t trust this man as far as she could throw him, but it was her only option right now. “Well, I don’t really have anywhere to go. I don’t know how I wound up here, but I don’t want to be here anymore,” she replied softly, her voice becoming more sure as she talked to this man. She let her hand drop to her side and looked up at the man fully in the face. There was something incredibly unsettling about this man, and it made her stomach knot. “But if you know a place where I can stay the night for free, at least just one night, I would be really grateful.”

→ MY BLOOD TO RUN BEFORE I COME UNDONE SAVE ME FROM THIS NOTHING ←

→ STARRING Raphael
→ COUNTING 379
→ LOCATION The sidewalk
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Muse

[raphael]

Raphael watched her with curious eyes as she examined the card and then she spoke to him. Asking him if he knew a place she could stay the night for free. Reaching into his leather coat he pulled out a wallet, and the wallet was only lined with hundred dollar bills as he made it obvious as he opened it for her to get a peak in it. Taking out five hundred dollars he put his wallet away and grabbed the girls wrist gently. Putting the money in her hand than closing it. Looking down into her eyes as he smiled.

"You think five hundred dollars is enough to stay some where and eat for a few days? I know a cheap motel, they charge fifty dollars a day. Isn't the best place, but they at least keep it clean. A few bugs here and there, but it'll get you by, right?"

Letting go of her arm he turned his back to her as he started to walk away. Excepting her to follow of course since he wasn't going to command her. First he'd show her the motel where she was going to be staying, then second he was going to take her out to eat. Raphael was hungry, his stomach growling louder than any normal mans, considering the fact he wasn't a normal man that might of been the reason why it was growling so loudly. Oh well, hopefully she followed him cause he was keeping a steady pace and people were parting around him like the red sea.

[crayola1]

RAQUELLE ELLANA ATWELL

→ LEADING DOWN INTO MY CORE WHERE I'VE BECOME SO NUMB WITHOUT A SOUL
MY SPIRIT SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD UNTIL YOU FIND IT THERE AND LEAD ME BACK HOME ←

Raquelle watched with a numb sort of curiosity as the man reached into the folds of his clothes and pulled out a wallet. Her eyes widened as she wondered why he was going to give her money. That hadn’t been what she’d asked for! She took a step back, but his hand had encircled hers already and was shoving a thin wad of hundreds in her palm before she could object. Even back home, before her whole ordeal, she hadn’t seen that much money in cash before. She stared at it for a second, then looked up at him, eyes wide. “I couldn’t possibly—!”

However, the strange man interrupted her first. “You think five hundred dollars is enough to stay somewhere and eat for a few days? I know a cheap motel, they charge fifty dollars a day. Isn't the best place, but they at least keep it clean. A few bugs here and there, but it'll get you by, right?” he asked with a gentle smile, making Raquelle fumble for words for a minute. She hadn’t ever really considered the fact that people would be nice to her—in New York City of all places!—right away. Yet here she was, in the middle of the black market, with someone who had not only saved her from an unsavory meeting, but he was giving her money! Her fingers flicked the bills to see how much was there, and she counted five one hundred dollar bills. Why. . . ?

“Sir, I couldn’t!” she gasped, looking up. Wait. Where’d he go? She scanned the crowd frantically and caught his tall figure a little ways away, walking away. Her eyes widened and she took off down the tightly-packed street, weaving around the people and muttering apologies when they bumped her, even if it wasn’t her fault. It didn’t take long for her to catch him and she took a breath to steady herself and then looked up at him, her hand outstretched. “Please. . . . I can’t take this. I haven’t given you a reason to give me this. . . . I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to repay you the money,” she expressed, looking a tad bit distressed. “I don’t even know your name.”

→ MY BLOOD TO RUN BEFORE I COME UNDONE SAVE ME FROM THIS NOTHING ←

→ STARRING Raphael
→ COUNTING 379
→ LOCATION The market
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Muse

[raphael]

His pace was steady and he had realized that she was still back in the same spot but he shrugged his shoulders. Soon enough she caught the error of her ways and was walking in pace with him. No longer was anyone bumping her or even getting close to her as she was beside him. Hearing her pant lightly saying she couldn't take the money and wasn't even sure if she could ever pay it back. Saying she didn't even know his name, he almost swore that he had told her his name, or it had at least been on the card he gave her. Continuing to walk he sighed lightly and spoke.

"My name is Raphael, it was on the card I gave to you, and if you don't want the five hundred dollars then just toss it into the win. I'm sure someone in this scum hole would love to have it."

Raphael said with a hint of anger in his voice. No one should question charity, if someone gave you money you took it without question. If someone gave you a car you just took it, well as long as it wasn't hot and it was paid off. Anyways, he turned the corner out of the black market and spoke again.

"See, there isn't too many nice people in this world. If someone offers you charity you take it. I like to help the right people, and you don't seem like one of the wrong people. One of the scum of the world."

He continued to walk his ever steady pace. Not letting up anytime soon as people on the side walk continued to avoid the two as if they had something similar to the plague. Maybe it was just because he had a small reputation or that his size was scary. It wasn't too often you saw seven foot tall men just walking around New York, and he appeared such an oddity. With his pale skin, green eyes and long spiked hair. It didn't really bother him, if anyone had a problem with him they could confront him face to face for all he cared.

[crayola1]

RAQUELLE ELLANA ATWELL

→ LEADING DOWN INTO MY CORE WHERE I'VE BECOME SO NUMB WITHOUT A SOUL
MY SPIRIT SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD UNTIL YOU FIND IT THERE AND LEAD ME BACK HOME ←

Raquelle pulled the card back out and looked it over. Oh. . . yup. There was his name. “Oh. I didn’t really read it. . . ,” she admitted as if it wasn’t really that big of a deal. That probably would have been a good idea in the first place, but she was kind of dazzled by the five hundred mackerels the man had forced upon her. She was a little chagrined at being caught like that, but it wasn’t like she had lied. Raquelle might have looked it over later or something. Sighing, she tucked it back in and listened to the man’s irritated speech, her shoulders hunching. Oh, she hadn’t meant to make him angry! Her head hung slightly and her feet scuffed the ground.

Looking at her palm, Raquelle examined the money again and then looked up at the man, jogging slightly to catch up to him: his strides were longer and she had to either walk faster or fall behind and jog every now and again to keep up. Pulling one of the dollar bills out of the wad, she held it up to a light as she passed it and noted the watermark that all of them have and sighed. It was real. But she could hardly believe that this man was doing it out of the kindness of his heart. Especially in the black market. Especially when he had thrown a man across the street. Oh no, Raquelle had put two and two together. It hadn’t been hard, and she was amazing that this man was surprised that she didn’t trust him. But she needed that place to stay and the money, so she would just have to be careful and get out when she thought things were getting too hot.

“I didn’t mean to insult you. I’ve just not had the best of luck the past year with people. I’ll spare you the details but you’ll have to bear with me when it comes to trust,” she said, trying her best to sound pleasant and polite, even though her words might have come across as a little snarky. The small woman didn’t mean it like that. Once again she had to jog a couple steps to keep up with him, but at least no one seemed to be getting in their way. She didn’t think much of I, but she filed it away for future reference when she started to evaluate what was going on with this man. “It’s not that I’m ungrateful. . . . I just don’t know how I’ll be able to pay you back. I'm Raquelle.”

→ MY BLOOD TO RUN BEFORE I COME UNDONE SAVE ME FROM THIS NOTHING ←

→ STARRING Raphael
→ COUNTING 438
→ LOCATION Streets
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Muse

[raphael]

Raphael stopped after she gave her little speal. About how she couldn't trust people and that her last year of life had been one of a living hell. That she had a hard time trusting people. Stopping in the middle of the side walk he turned his body around to face her.

"Look at me. Then think back to how you look. If I wanted to harm you or use you. I could do it without the littlest bit of effort. I am seven feet tall and weigh a lot, I easily got two hundred pounds and two feet on you. Now Raquelle if you can push past your distrust in people and trust me for a night then perhaps this can work out."

He slowly turned back around, his hazel color eyes appearing to go red for only a second or two then shift back into the their hazel color. Walking a little farther he turned down another corner and with in about ten meters they came to a half decent motel. That was kept clean, and the sheets, etc were changed daily. Taking a hundred from his own pocket he paid for two nights stay. Taking the key he led the Raquelle to the door with which he opened in and stepped in. Tossing the keys on a small table with two chairs.

"Welp its no fancy hotel but its cheap, clean, and there's a small grocery down the street from here. You need any more help with this city. Map? Directions? Or I can just continue to lead you around."

His eyes looked down on her and they held pure pity for the soul. Of course she had such a horrible life, but nothing could amount to the demon he was. He'd lived since hell itself was spawned into existance. He had gone by many names of many devils the best of them was Hades himself.

[crayola1]

RAQUELLE ELLANA ATWELL

→ LEADING DOWN INTO MY CORE WHERE I'VE BECOME SO NUMB WITHOUT A SOUL
MY SPIRIT SLEEPING SOMEWHERE COLD UNTIL YOU FIND IT THERE AND LEAD ME BACK HOME ←

“Look at me. Then think back to how you look. If I wanted to harm you or use you. I could do it without the littlest bit of effort. I am seven feet tall and weigh a lot, I easily got two hundred pounds and two feet on you. Now Raquelle if you can push past your distrust in people and trust me for a night then perhaps this can work out,” the man explained sourly after she’d told him about her trust issues. Did this man really think that his mini-speech was going to make her feel better? Telling her that he could use and harm her with little effort? That was not very comforting at all. However, she just stayed quiet and walked after him, following a few paces behind him. At least no one seemed interested in bothering them that much.

She didn’t know how long they walked, but it seemed like forever when neither of them said a word. She kept her head down and followed him closely to keep from getting separated, but Raquelle wondered for a moment if she should lose him in the crowd and just leave. . . . He didn’t give off a very good aura and he reminded her a lot of the men that she had to deal with when being trafficked. All of it was making her feel rather uncomfortable and she just wanted to go to sleep and maybe forget about getting lost here. She was happy to see the hotel when it came into view, and she sighed with relief, being patient while Raphael bought the room and led them up into the room. Raphael apologized sort of and Raquelle shook her head.

“It’s perfect. . . there’s a bed and blankets and I’ll be warm. . . ,” she muttered, smiling up at him. She couldn’t complain about such a thing when she was getting it for free. It was better than most of the places she stayed and it was a welcome change. Slowly Raquelle walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, smiling to herself again before laying down and spreading her arms out on it. So comfortable and soft and plush. She sighed again and looked over at Raphael. “Um. I don’t really have anywhere to go so I don’t need directions or a map. . . .”

→ MY BLOOD TO RUN BEFORE I COME UNDONE SAVE ME FROM THIS NOTHING ←

→ STARRING Raphael
→ COUNTING 399
→ LOCATION A hotel
→ WEARING ~
→ NOTES ~
→ LYRICS By Evanescence