Running the Beach. (OPEN)

[brian]

The sun had went down yet still left enough to somewhat deem it "daylight" as Brian stepped foot on the beach. No, he wasn't there for fun at all. Well if you don't call training fun; he would beg to differ though. Training to keep in shape for his two occupations was fun to him and this day-soon-to-be-night was perfect. Brian was clad in his usual workout gear consisting of black sweat pants, black sweat shirt with his "Team Ox MMA" logo on the front. New Balance running shoes enclosed his big feet as he hefted the backpack (with 70 pounds of weight in it) up and slid it onto his shoulders. A grueling three mile sprint to the finish awaited him and it would suck, but the benefits of it would be tremendous in the long run.

He sat the timer on his watch and bolted, hungrily charging down the ankle deep sandy terrain of the beach, yearning to beat the twenty minute limit he had set for himself. With it being cold now, there wasn't alot of people milling around and that made things even better for him. He loved training alone without distractions. As per normal, he reached the 3/4 point on time but the pains were great in his legs and back. Not only that but his legs burned and started to feel like jello or "rubberish", but he kept on. This always happened and was a perfectly natural feeling for a body undergoing excessive abuse for the greater good; long term wise anyway. Then, up ahead his eyes met a figure standing atop the distant barge. It seemed to be looking into his general direction, perhaps even right at him, but the distance between them was still too far to tell. He raced forward and the figure stayed, forcing him to cast a vexed expression at it.

Getting closer and closer, Brian started to think it could be somebody up to no good; a mugger perhaps, scouting a victim? He thought about turning around and running back the other way but the thought hit him that, if he did and the mysterious figure was up to no good, it'd just go on and find someone else to prey on. Brian had training, combat arts training and figured he'd have a better chance of dealing with a underhanded person than the next guy or girl, so he kept running until he got within a good 50 yards. Fearless as is, Brian came to a stop and removed the backpack, his eyes still locked on the figure elevated over him atop the barge. He placed his hands on his hips and walked toward it, trying earnestly to catch his breath from the hellish run he had endured. Whomever this was had not moved a muscle since first sight and peered right down at him, as if judging him or perplexed in like manner with Brian.

[* Emmet Dubois]

A small giggle escaped her, and she stumbled against the railing of the boardwalk. As her hands slipped over the worn wood, smooth with wear and wind, she swung her body into the side of it, her body folding in half over it as she stared down into the water. Ah, the water; everywhere she went she seemed to find herself wandering toward the water's edge, no matter if it's a river, an ocean, or a lake. Something about the calm of it, the majesticness of water and land colliding-- it made her feel at home. As her eyes seemed to glaze over her mouth opened slightly, staring into the waves beneath the boardwalk slapping against the wooden legs a small incoherrent noise escaped her. Something like sadness seemed to fall over her face, but it wasn't sorrow... no, it was something much more complicated than that. Slowly the look seeped away from her eyes and sunk lower, causing her lips to curve downward in a frown.

Suddenly she realized what she was looking at, it was her rippling reflection, mutilated by the chopping and moody waves of the water. Soon after realizing what she was staring at she pushed away from the railing and stumbled further down it.

Despite Emmet's drunken walk, despite her glazed and seemingly lost eyes, she was more than capable of looking after herself. She'd done this one too many times, and she'd run into one too many people who thought a drunken girl was easy to take advantage of. Maybe that was true, but she wasn't a drunken girl-- she was a drunken beast. Running a hand over her face before letting her arm swing limply by her side her fingers drug down the already racoon like make up a little further down her cheeks. She looked a mess, but something about her wasn't quite to the status of 'fucked up'.

Pushing whatever had taken ahold of her moments ago, a small smirk shivered onto her lips and soon she was laughing softly to herself. She'd wound up in New York simply because she was bored with Paris. She'd always go back to, it would always be the only place she could concider home, but her restless nature wouldn't allow her to stay there too long. The tickets to New York had been last minute, needing to fill a flight and one way, so she'd gotten them ridiculously cheap. What better way to welcome yourself into a new city than partying?
No better way, not in her book.

Looking off to the left she noticed a figure, and then to the right, looking at the beach she saw another. One was running, the other eerily still. Her eyebrows drew together, whoever that guy was-- and it was most definitely a man, there was no way a woman could be built like that --he was running like hell and she didn't like that. It made her want to chase him down, made her want to sink her teeth into his flesh... into his flesh... Shaking her head suddenly, she narrowed her eyes and turned away.

Hmm. Dark forbodding figure? Sounds like fun for a drunk werepanther.

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[brian]

(OOC- I take it you're a third party at this point? Hope I understood that correctly lol. Thanks for jumping in.)

Brian:"Are you ok up there? Are you lost or something?

Brian stepped a few feet more toward the figure above and could tell it was petite, but unknown if male or female. With uncanny agility for a normal person, the figure jumped from the top of the barge and landed feet first in the sand directly in front of him, a scant 8 feet away. Startled by this, and finding out that it was in fact a woman, he backed away but held his ground; more curious than afraid.

Figure:"Oh I am just fine, darling. I was just enjoying the view and contemplating what I wanted to eat for dinner"

Brian laughed a little, at least there was some normal activity going on now. He felt a little bit more comfy, but didn't let his guard down; especially not in New York City.

Brian:"Yeah it is turning out to be a beautiful night; stars are out, clear sky. But uh, you're a long way from the nearest eatery... unless you like raw fish from the ocean haha."

She didn't reply with a laugh but merely a tilt of the head and, from what Brian could tell, a lick of her lips.

Figure:"I wasn't talking about the sky and its stars, I was talking about you. And I don't eat raw fish, I eat... well... guys like you. Strong, athletic, so much blood pumping through those big, bulging veins mmmmmm delicious."

Brian was a fearless man, but considering he had just wandered upon a true to life drugged up crazy ass Devil Worshiper or wannabe vampire he decided to take a less confrontational way out.

Brian:"Well, good luck with that ma'am, have a nice night."

He turned and quickly picked up his backpack, fully intent on leaving asap. She pounced though, tackling him low at the waist with astonishing quickness and power for her small size. Despite his size and combative background, Brian was utterly helpless as the unnaturally strong woman had her way with him until finally putting him into a choke hold from behind. He flailed wildly with his arms and legs, and even yelled for help before her hand covered his mouth, quelling his plea. In this position he could feel how cold she was as she forced his head to the side to spot the area she hungered so much for.

Oooh nooo Random, nameless vamp attack. hahaha. Figured the guy could be the "damsel in distress" this time. You never really see that. .

TBCB Emmy or anyone else I guess???

[* Emmet Dubois]

(ooc. Yeah, I wasn't sure if you had something planned for that phantom figure, so I let it go. d: )

The irony of it all did not escape her; even from such a distance she retained her innate ability to hear beautifully in human form and heard what the woman was saying. As Emmet grew closer to the occurring scene she heard more and more, and soon she heard the way the female figure swallowed, heard the way the man's voice changed just that fraction of a difference to show that he was no longer comfortable with where the conversation was going. Her eyebrows drew together and she placed the heal of her palm against her forehead. How stupid could she get? For a few moments she had honestly thought the female had been just trying to scare him. So much for being sharp and drunk.

Shaking her head, feeling her world wabble slightly, she took a deep breathe. Time to sober up, time to attempt to take ahold of this situation-- but then something caught her in mid-stride. Was this really worth it? Did she really feel compelled to save the day, or was she morally obligated to help this human because she could? Her lips twisted slightly, and she wrapped on arm across her abdomin as she watched the conversation between the two unfold. Wait, wait, procrastinate-- make your decision later, her mind told her.
After all, no one wants this to get messy. No one wants to let the whole world know what you are, do they?
No.

Of course, that's what was running through her head until the crazy bitch tackled him. Emmet had to admit, she was impressed with the way she handled the human because the man himself was impressive in stature. Really, it only meant the crazy gal wasn't human, which only made things more complicated and made her feel more obligated. Still, something in the back of her mind pulled at her ear, muttering, don't you get yourself caught...

While the thrashed and twisted in her arms Emmet took this time to jump down from the boardwalk and into the shallow end of the waters. In a blur of motion she was out of the water and near them, though at this point she slowed down to a human sprint. Approaching the two, making herself seem more drunk than she really was, she laughed and tripped over absolutely nothing. With her arms flung out to catch her "balance" Emmet looked up and stopped in mid-fall. Time to put those high school drama courses to use.

"What the fuck is going on?" Emmet asked, and tilted her head before giving them both a sly look, "I'm not walking in on something dirty, am I?"

First try and deal with this like a human, then deal with it like a panther.

[brian]

The female attacker froze in place at the hearing of words spoken by the drunken passerby. How did this boozer come in undetected? Why did her senses fail her? She cast a weary eye at the party crasher, then proved just as resourceful. Suddenly appearing "lighter" in demeanor, the once dark forbidding woman backed away from Brian with her hands held up in the most innocent, non-threatening way. She took a few steps towards the drunken intruder and thought happily to herself "life doesn't get any better than this... go to snack on one human and get another one tossed onto the place, delicious". She walked even closer to the woman and gave her most innocent look, yet smelled something peculiar.

Woman: Oh thank God you came along, this man tried to mug me. I think he was going to rape me too but he bit off more than he could chew as you can tell.

Brian had regained enough of his jumbled senses to piece together the little scheme the attacker had cooked up on the spot and became immediately alarmed for the passerby's safety. Exploding from his knelt position, Brian tackled the female assailant at the legs from behind, having enough force to push her to the ground. In doing so he was quick to let the bystander know this wasn't exactly the right place to be...

Brian: GET OUTTA HERE! THIS CHICK IS CRAZY SHE THINKS SHE IS SOME KINDA SATAN PERSON OR DAMN VAMPIRE! GO! RUN!

An evil hiss escaped the attacker's feminine frame and once again the small woman had the much bigger man on his back with the greatest of ease. She then snapped her head towards the drunk woman and decided she'd be a bit easier to play with despite the man being easily subdued thus far, or maybe the drunkie could pose a bigger challenge? She was determined to find out.

[* Emmet Dubois]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=f4ecdd] The woman thought quickly, that Emmet could give her, but Emmet wasn't born yesterday. With immortal creatures roaming around for decades, wisdom and cunning comes eventually. Besides, this probably wasn't the first time this woman's scheming had been walked in upon; experience is the best teacher, they say. Crossing her arms, Emmet gave the woman a slightly amused look before pulling a pack of cigarettes from her back pocket and slipping one between her lips. A quick, expert flick of the wrist and a lighter was pressed against the end of her nicotine addiction, burning happily and being breathed in. Her lips twisted faintly, vampires, some of them were so god damn arrogant. "Bit off more than he could chew," Emmet repeated carefully, still smirking and taking another drag. Giving a small nod, she opened her mouth to reply something flippant and reckless when a figure bolted from the left, crashing into the vampiress and causing them to fall. Emmie's eyes widened and she took a step back, blinking quickly and slightly stunned at the man's gallantry. His frenzied yells of caution, and the way he ordered her to run. Save yourself~ Such heroics... How nice to know some people were still good at heart, yet so unfortunate for his estimated morality. He kept trying to be a gentleman and he'd get himself killed messing with vampires. The ungodly hiss that escaped the woman made Emmet's nose wrinkle in disgust, and she took a step forward to help the man when the woman flipped the situation around dominating the human once again. Then her head snapped to attention, and Emmet saw the look of pure animalism. She knew that look all too well, she knew that desperate hunger more so than this living carcass knew; because, somewhere inside of her, she was an animal. Feral and simple in drives; feed, fuck, survive. Emotionless in the human sense, but overly emotional in the basic fundementals of fear, anger, satisfaction... The vampire jumped off of the man, crouched and ready to spring, practiced in the ways of dominating prey. But Emmet wasn't prey, no way, no how; her mentality wouldn't allow it, her ego wouldn't either. She quickly dug her toes into the sand, her arms open but close to her sides, ready to counter the pounce that the woman seemed so fond of. One, two.. three! And as she mentally counted down, watching the woman's muscles tighten and then extend in the pounce she swiftly, turned her body to the right, twisting at her waist, and brought her hands down on the woman's shoulders pushing her in a swing across and then behind her. Strewn on the sand, bewildered for only a moment, the female jumped up and came at her once more; this time, Emmet was going to make sure she didn't just fall harmlessly. However, she underestimated the vampire-- she learned quickly. Last minute she pivoted and slammed into her abdomin taking her into the sand. The wind rushed out of her, and the woman struggled to get her arms on either side of her head and pinned. But Emmet had more strength than humans... "What are you?" The vampire hissed into her face, eyes narrowed. "Nothing you've met before," Emmet replied and over powered the woman's grip on her, pushing forward and sinking her cigarette into the vampire's eye. The shriek of a banchee slapped against the waters, and it caused Emmet to cling to her own ears as her sense were overwhelmed by the awful sound. Wiggling away, and climbing warily to her feet, she felt her stomach stir with booze that were not pleased by her actions. Falling to her knees a stream of red wine flowed out of her mouth, and she coughed as the vampire clinged to her eye as it caught on fire, rolling helplessly in the sand. Vampires, flamable beasts they were, burst into flames all too easily. Cigarettes were handy, versatile, and unsuspected weapons. After a few more coughs, she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and stood up. Walking over to the withering undead, her eyelid burning away with most of her eye. The sight wasn't pretty, but Emmet looked down at her without much emotion. The vampire would heal, if she got enough blood, and soon. Or maybe it'd heal completely, but she liked to think otherwise. People, creatures, like her should be gotten rid of.. "Stop moving," Emmet demanded, though quietly, and the woman seemed to quietly do so, desperate for the burning to stop. There weren't any flames anymore, just smoldering. Grabbing a hand full of sand she rubbed it into the vampire's burning eye socket. She hissed, and let her head fall to the side, the pain displayed plainly on her face. Grabbing the vampire's ankle she dragged her toward the shoreline. "What the fuck are you doing?" A begrudged voice asked, her hands clawing at the sand slipping between her fingers. "Into the ocean, into the water," Emmet muttered. Wrong response. The vampire lashed out, kicking and screaming obsenities before Emmet was kicked in the knee cap and fell into the sand. The vampire quickly scampered away, clinging to her eye socket. Staying on her ass, in the sand, Emmet muttered something under her breath and pulled out another cigarette before muttering, "I need more booze for this shit." Turning to look at the man, she called out to him, "She bite you?" [ OOC ] Tagged: Brian c: Notes: Yeah, hope you don't mind my kinda taking control of zeh vampy. >,> Outfit:Check it What I was Listening to: Tik Tok - Kesha