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Saint Destino's Skylight [Active]
Character(s): Rayne, Anti-X
Content: Rayne enters the creepy St. Destino hospital, thinking it a viable place to set up camp, so to speak.
Setting: St. Destino Hospital
Time: Sunday night
Warnings: With both Anti and Rayne running around, who knows. At the very least some cursing and general creepiness from Anti.
Now that the sun was gone from the domes’ skies, the place actually began to feel comfortable. Rayne was used to slinking through uncountable nights. Full darkness. It had been a very long time since she’d seen a full-blown day. Today she had. Today it hadn’t burned her to a crisp. So. It was a fake place. Fake sun, fake trees and plants, and fake people. Fake and unhelpful. She thought she could behead one and the rest would all smile benignly on her. Well, great.
Now it was time to check out that great big ol’ decrepit building. She had noticed it during her conversation with Raiden the Weirdo. The sign outside had claimed it was a hospital. From the very few lights on, she guessed that less than half the building was still used for that purpose. Where it was dark was free game. There was a neat outcropping on the very top of the building. Her vantage point of the city there would be vast and far-reaching, nigh unlimited. That’s where she’d go, unless she saw something irresistible on another floor. That was unlikely.
She approached one of the building’s many planked-up doors. She easily broke the wood with her blades and kicked the door in, climbing in over the mess she made. The place was quite dark by default, and her eyes adjusted easily to the atmosphere. It was a very dusty hallway indeed. Old notices were posted to bulletin boards here and there. The tiled floor was cracked in many places. It would be easily to trip in this place, especially with the shoes Rayne was wearing. Doors to offices and rooms lay open or broken, sometimes even unhinged. This is all lovely and interesting, but I need to find the stairway so I can get to the upper floors. There was a skylight up there and I need to get up there!
It took awhile for her to find the door to the stairs. It was pretty tightly locked, but she cut through the door, hacking it to bits. Too much more of that and she’d need to sharpen her blades again. So she picked her way through and climbed up the stairs.
Blood.
She smelled blood. Of course this was a hospital and there was always the faint smell of it beneath the mustiness. But this blood was different. Fresher. Maybe she was catching a current from the still used portion of the hospital. It seemed unlikely, this deep into the hospital and in a completely unused stairway. That scent reminded her that she needed to feed. Well. If this hospital were of any worth it would have a morgue or a blood storage room. She could feast there if worse came to worst. Anyone trying to stop her would become the garnish on a most delightful meal.
So she ascended the stairs, the scent growing stronger as she went. It was almost enough to drive her mad!
Content: Rayne enters the creepy St. Destino hospital, thinking it a viable place to set up camp, so to speak.
Setting: St. Destino Hospital
Time: Sunday night
Warnings: With both Anti and Rayne running around, who knows. At the very least some cursing and general creepiness from Anti.
Now that the sun was gone from the domes’ skies, the place actually began to feel comfortable. Rayne was used to slinking through uncountable nights. Full darkness. It had been a very long time since she’d seen a full-blown day. Today she had. Today it hadn’t burned her to a crisp. So. It was a fake place. Fake sun, fake trees and plants, and fake people. Fake and unhelpful. She thought she could behead one and the rest would all smile benignly on her. Well, great.
Now it was time to check out that great big ol’ decrepit building. She had noticed it during her conversation with Raiden the Weirdo. The sign outside had claimed it was a hospital. From the very few lights on, she guessed that less than half the building was still used for that purpose. Where it was dark was free game. There was a neat outcropping on the very top of the building. Her vantage point of the city there would be vast and far-reaching, nigh unlimited. That’s where she’d go, unless she saw something irresistible on another floor. That was unlikely.
She approached one of the building’s many planked-up doors. She easily broke the wood with her blades and kicked the door in, climbing in over the mess she made. The place was quite dark by default, and her eyes adjusted easily to the atmosphere. It was a very dusty hallway indeed. Old notices were posted to bulletin boards here and there. The tiled floor was cracked in many places. It would be easily to trip in this place, especially with the shoes Rayne was wearing. Doors to offices and rooms lay open or broken, sometimes even unhinged. This is all lovely and interesting, but I need to find the stairway so I can get to the upper floors. There was a skylight up there and I need to get up there!
It took awhile for her to find the door to the stairs. It was pretty tightly locked, but she cut through the door, hacking it to bits. Too much more of that and she’d need to sharpen her blades again. So she picked her way through and climbed up the stairs.
Blood.
She smelled blood. Of course this was a hospital and there was always the faint smell of it beneath the mustiness. But this blood was different. Fresher. Maybe she was catching a current from the still used portion of the hospital. It seemed unlikely, this deep into the hospital and in a completely unused stairway. That scent reminded her that she needed to feed. Well. If this hospital were of any worth it would have a morgue or a blood storage room. She could feast there if worse came to worst. Anyone trying to stop her would become the garnish on a most delightful meal.
So she ascended the stairs, the scent growing stronger as she went. It was almost enough to drive her mad!
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Strange footsteps did nothing to interest Anti X in the least, whom had remained sitting quietly in the dark and petting his lovely treasure for over a day now, track of time lost as the sun was waited to set. Neither angry or aggravated, the shadow was oddly just that, calmed by the rhythmic strokes of a dried-clumped claw in once beautiful silver hair. The light, he touched it. Now it was tainted with him, pink and red.
The presence of another being had been passively noted long before the noises, the knowledge of it coming closer not even bothering to distill the twisted little creature in his room of silence and paranormal friends. It felt too nice to care, this calm...
Gold eyes illuminated in the dark were the room's only light, shifting in time carefully to the door ahead when the sound drew to its nearest, a slight tug to a particularly blood-tangled strand of hair given to his makeshift doll - or rather the doll's head; Riku's head - the only other movement.
Thirteen promises. And perhaps this newcomer slowly reaching the door would be the next.
Or the next kill. This one mutilated on the altar table was beginning to rot. Strange how the process of decay in this world always seemed to fast-forward before your very eyes.
Befitting.
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Saint Destino hospital had quite a few floors. And it took time to ascend the stairs. Stairs which were blocked off for a very good reason, as parts of them here and there had collapsed. Stairs which were very entertaining to climb in platform stiletto shoes. Rayne definitely had her fill of entertainment for the day by the time she reached the top. If only more of the stairs had collapsed. Then she could have jumped most of the way and not nearly sprained her ankle the entire way.
The scent of blood was still there, but now she could tell it was old blood. There was still mustiness here, yes. There was an almost overpowering stench of rotting flesh as well. An old kill, more than likely. Kill? Yes. Rayne projected her habits onto others in her thoughts. Well, kill did make some sense. If it were an old hospital, anything dead would have been well rotted out by the time she came around to explore it. And what better place to hide a body than an old hospital, at the top where people were almost completely guaranteed never to find it?
Leaving the stairs’ topmost landing, Rayne looked around casually. The room there at the top was quite dark. That wasn’t so much a problem for Rayne. Her eyes were well suited for the dark. What was a problem were those glowing eyes. One look at them and she bolted back to the safety of the landing. Brilliant, Rayne. Walking straight into a room that smells like death without bothering to have a care for yourself! she berated herself. Those eyes… yes. They reminded her of others she’d seen.
Vampires in this Paixao place? Hah. That would be the day.
But what else could those eyes belong to? The rational side of herself gave many explanations. Still. They usually weren’t a good sign. And she hadn’t been very polite, barging into someone’s territory like that. Well. Did she ever need an invitation before? No.
She was left with an impression of an altar from her brief glance into the room. And something was on it. Ritual sacrifice! she immediately thought. This was Paixao, the city of happy bland people. Was this one of their dark secrets? Was she meant to find this all along?
Oh, stop it, Rayne. You’re going off like some excited kid. Get a grip. You saw an altar. And some glowing eyes. Nothing too scary. No one’s shot at you yet. Try it again. So she gathered herself again and crouched, going back into the dark room at nearly a crawl. Her blades were at the ready, in case there were hostiles inside.
And there were those creeeepy golden eyes. They stared. What did they belong to?