Realistic or Modern Boundless (Always Open)

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





Shit! He'll be here any minute! Hearing one of the doors getting kicked in spurred him into action, Artemis carefully moved through the rooms in the apartment, having prepared ahead of time for an emergency such as this. He had stashed backpacks with items of necessity in every room on this floor, so he simply grabbed a pack from under a bed and moved the curtains aside. Glancing behind him nervously as he opened the window, luckily the apartment he had hid in was connected to a fire escape. Closing the window behind him, and stepping out onto the rusted fire escape, he quickly began descending the metal steps when he suddenly saw something fly past his head. "So it was you." he muttered softly, watching as a young girl lazily floated in the air just above him. She was wearing pink Hell Kitty pajama's, and hadn't noticed him yet. Another tremor ran through the building, causing him to fall against the bannister, and he nearly cried out as the rusted metal bit into his flesh. He hurriedly placed a hand against his mouth, muffling the sound, knowing full well that no person in their right mind would openly move throughout the city the way she was doing. She must be one of THEM. He began to move cautiously down the steps, wincing as the metal creaked with nearly every step he took.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

He heard metal. He knew what "Sunnyboy" was planning on. And he would not accept that. He went into the apartment, getting to the balcony as he saw Artemis at the fire ladder. He laughed out. What a cute plan. But going down there was suicide for a normal human. He climbed up the barrier of the balcony, preparing to jump over to the ladder. It was pretty high, so he would maybe hurt himself, but that was the last of his worries. He jumped, landing on the ladder and crawling up. A little bit less power, and he would have fallen. But he did not care. He nearly had catched Artemis. He called again "Sunnyboy, oh Sunnyboy, don't think you can escape me...", nearly singing what he said.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"You...idiot." the man had made quite a bit of noise getting over to the fire escape, and now the hovering girl was staring down in their direction. Artemis stood frozen in place, his bleeding hands still gripping the railing, staring into the blood shot eyes of the young girl. Her blonder hair rippled upwards, as if she were underwater, and she made no movement but a moment later the top half of the fire escape began to pull away from the building. The entire contraption groaning as it broke away from the building, Artemis began to run downwards as fast as humanly possible, hoping to reach ground level before the whole thing collapsed. "Run! RUN YOU IDIOT!" he called down to the man following him.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Maxwell began to laugh, he did not have this much fun for a long time. He began running down, catching up to Artemis. "Now that's some entertainment isn't it?" He asked, as he jumped the last 15 meters. He landed, which hurt a lor and broke one of his legs, but the pain went after a few seconds. He made sure to jump to the side, so the construction would not fall on him. After a few more seconds, he stood up again, getting the dirt of his clothing as he looked for Artemis.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





Artemis made his way down the rest of the fire escape just before the entire thing was pulled into the air, sprinting past the crazed man without so much as a word, they had landed in a wide alleyway. Besides garbage and other useless junk, there happened to be a large dumpster nearby, which Artemis jumped inside promptly closing the lid after he did so. The entire fire escape now hovered in the air, and was sent flying down towards them with tremendous force. Artemis buried himself within the dumpster as much as he could, holding the lid shut from the inside, hoping that the man wouldn't be able to open it.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

The force of the construction falling down sent Maxwell flying a bit. He smashed against a wall, badly hurting his back. But afterthat, he stood up and walked towards the dumpster. He politely knocked. "Sunnyboy, get out there. It fell, its over..." He said with his kindest voice.

 

[Wixed]

Porter flicked his wrist up, the hands of his watch ticking quietly. It was a quarter past 2 am, and yet.... he swore a building was crumbling down the street. Astrid had curled up on the far side of the sofa, dead to the world, snoring delicately against a drool soaked throw pillow. Porter mused at his sister, used to her less than classy behavior and stood up into a stretch. He snapped his fingers, curiosity getting the best of him. The three dogs hurried to his feet and sat, gazing up at him and awaiting more attention. He inhaled as his body went limp and fell into the lumpy sofa--his new form, a black german shepard, took lead of the pack of three and started out the doggy door.


There was something freeing about being a canine, and he sniffed the air, shaking away a sneeze. It seemed everything smelled sooty to him having better a better sense of smell was truly a curse. The three dogs trotted down the alley ways, sniffing here and there before he realized he'd picked up on a human's scent. A human's scent mixed with the fumes of a rotting dumpster. Upon reaching the reeking trash box, he pawed at its side, trying to lift the lid with his slender nose. He assumed it was either a freshly dead body, or someone hiding, as the scent of another wafted to his attention.


The lid would not lift and he sat on his haunches, a small whimper at his failure--asserting that someone was indeed hidden within the trash heap. He began obnoxiously scratching against the side of the dumpster, claws causing a metallic racket and setting the other two canines into a barking frenzy as they paced around him.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

Maxwell heard someone scratch on the dumpster. "Who's there? Come out where ever you are...", he said. He knocked against the dumpster again. "Sunnyboy, there is someone else beside us!", he said, walking around the dumpster to search for the other person.


@Wixed

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





Wallace sat outside on the balcony, gazing at the shield that surrounded the once bustling city of New York. Despite the darkness of the night, the shield was bright and cast an errie twilight over the city.


"What a diminutive attempt at isolation. I wonder how long it will last."


He took a sip of the glass of rum he twirled between his hands. The crisp nightly air filled with the dust of the crumbling ruins down below. Metahumans roamed, many of them having lost their minds, unleashing chaos below. Wallace took in the silence. He was safe for the next few days as long as he remained up here, continuing to enjoy the luxuries that only an upperclassman like himself could afford. Still, despite his rigid face, he knew he would have to venture down those streets, attempting to restore some order. It was unreasonable to see such rampant chaos. Order would be restored as soon as the rampaging "vaccinated" metahumans were taken care of. The president had chosen to handle this quite poorly. Such was the government. Not that Wallace considered himself superior, he did play a role in these events. He would make amends somehow. Time and allies is all he needs. Money too.


He looked down, his eyes focused on three dogs pawing at a dumpster and a young man nearby, acting erratic.


"What strange frivolity. I suppose those creatures must find a way to eat among all this somehow."


He shuddered at the thought of consuming garbage. What a horrible thought. Those poor pathetic things. He took another sip of his rum.

 

[xandr]

Seto's heartbeat pounded in his ears, mingling with the slap of his feat on the cracked and broken pavement below him as he ran for his life. He'd come across three of them on what was meant to be a simple supply run-- He made a mental note to be more careful, next time. Being chased down for one measly bag of canned goods wasn't exactly something he was willing to repeat.


He stumbled on a piece of raised asphalt, almost face-planting into the hard ground before he caught himself with a quick blast of purple, translucent energy, winding its way from his open palm and pushing him up from the ground below. He gave the ground behind him a few quick blasts for good measure-- speeding up his escape drastically as he propelled himself forwards. The bag of heavy cans bounced harshly against his thigh, and if he wasn't in such a life-or-death situation he might've mourned over the bruise that was sure to form.


It was difficult to stabilize himself once his feet regained contact with the ground, but he managed to stay somewhat steady as he turned sharply down a side street. His legs resumed their previous speed, and while his lungs strained for breath and his muscles screamed for rest he continued bolting as fast as he could go-- Which, by typical standards, was fairly quick. Long legs came in handy that way.


For a while, it seemed as though the vaccinated Meta's following him had dissipated, either distracted or simply figuring Seto was unworthy prey for all the trouble. He slowed, glancing over his shoulder apprehensively.


Nothing.


He let out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to come to a gradual stop. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this out of breath, and he was slightly impressed with how long he'd been able to keep his speed up for. Although, given his current situation, he figured he'd have to learn to use his powers to help him more in these kinds of chases. Not taking advantage of the one thing that could keep him alive out here would be ridiculous.


For example, just now, when a decently-sized Toyota SUV was chucked towards him from a good block or so away. Thankfully he'd heard the creaking of twisted metal from the vehicle, turning just in time to see a gray plastic front bumper sailing towards his head. Obviously a Meta, and He'd even already had a run in with this one. Tiny little boy, Super strength. Such a pain in the ass-- He hated kids.


He pointed his palms towards the concrete, angling them enough to give him a sideways (left, more specifically) trajectory as he propelled himself out of harms way. The moderately sized, family-friendly van crashed into the pavement with an impressive force, crumpling the front of the vehicle into a mere ghost of what it had been before as it tumbled, head over heals, and slid on its roof. Sparks flew out from between the black paint and the asphalt, but Seto was already much to far away to notice-- He'd thrown himself into the air, purple energy trailing behind him, as he shakily aimed himself for the roof of a nearby building.


His landing was... Less than comfortable, and even though he'd remembered to tuck and roll the hard (but thankfully flat) cement roof bit at his bare arms and left his body covered with scrapes and bruises. That was the side affect of overshooting it. He made a mental note that next time, he wouldn't let himself free fall like an idiot for fifteen feet.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





Honestly, the sound of paws scratching against the outside of the dumpster only frightened him more, and their incessant barking did little to soothe him. His grip on the dumpster lid tightened even more, as the voice of his apparent stalker reached his ear. Why won't this asshole leave me alone! The cramped confines of the dumpster were becoming unbearable, he could barely hold back his bile, the putrid smell of rotting food and other forms of waste causing his eyes to well with tears. I won't be able to endure this for much longer! And even as he thought this to himself, Artemis was already pushing open the lid, his mouth opening wide as he took in lungful's of 'fresh' air. It took him a couple of seconds to catch his breath, and as he finally seemed to calm down, he opened his mouth to speak when suddenly a river of puke spewed from his mouth. The greenish liquid spilling all over his shirt, and anything else that might have been just outside the dumpster. He glared over at Maxwell as he continued to choke on his own vomit, obviously blaming him for everything that had just occurred. After regaining his composure a second time, he waded through the waist deep trash, reaching the edge of the dumpster, his glare turning into a look of curiosity as he noticed the three dogs standing there. They must not be feral, since they haven't attacked that dipshit over there yet. He frowned at the thought, secretly wishing they had ripped that guy to shreds.


"I swear, gun or no gun, if you don't stop following me..." Artemis tried to come up with a reasonable threat, but nothing came to mind as he slung one leg over the dumpster edge, preparing to climb out when the whole thing suddenly began float into the air. Not only the dumpster, but any object that wasn't firmly nailed down to the ground began floating upwards as well. Artemis tumbled over the edge, his right shoulder slamming into the ground hard, causing pain to shoot throughout his entire body. I need to get out of here now! He didn't even have to look up to know that the little girl from before was doing all of this, he could only grit his teeth from the pain, as he shakily rose to his feet ad began to limp away.


The trash and various forms of other debris seemed to now be frozen in mid air, the little girl slowly beginning to descend towards them, and what would happen next was anybody's guess.

 

[Wixed]

Porter stepped away as the boy spewed vomit like a scene from The Exorcist. He found it quite funny, actually, while the other two dogs sniffed the barf, he was wagging his tail panting as he looked between Maxwell and the trash guy. Being a dog really gave you a sense about people's character. Though he couldn't say much for Maxwell, he quite liked the smelly kid, maybe it was because he seemed so klutzy, or maybe it was because he smelled like trash and dogs enjoyed a bit of spoiled goods here and there. Either way, the other two dogs, one doberman and the other some kind of chow mix, barked incessantly at Maxwell, so he assumed himself right in his judgement--that their dismissal of 4-eyes meant he was relatively harmless.


Porter thought it wise to leave the scene as well. Floating dumpsters weren't his thing, and neither was sticking around to find out why some girl decided to join in on their little fiasco. He trotted after Artemis, the other dogs in tow, and nudged the boy's hand with his nose. He circled around him, a single bark to say "follow me", and the pack of dogs basically herded him through the maze of alleys toward Porter's temporary home.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





Their was little he could do as the dogs herded him forwards, Artemis currently lacked the strength to fight against them, and even if he could; he felt safer with these animals then back there with Maxwell. They seemed friendly enough, especially the black dog who had taken the lead, and was apparently the alpha among them. Their was something about that particular one though, that just didn't feel right, when he had caught a glimpse of its eyes they just seemed too...human. Before he could ponder the thought any further, they stopped in front of a small town house, and he looked around nervously before placing a hand on the front doors handle. He looked down at the black german shepherd for reassurance, as if he were awaiting its permission to enter. What the hell am I doing? Its just a dog after all.





His breath caught in his throat as he turned the handle and entered the house, he whole body tense as he expected to walk in on something horrible. What he saw only served to confuse him slightly, as he noticed two people soundly sleeping on a sofa, in a house so spick and span it might have given his apartment a run for its money. "H-hello?" he muttered softly. Now directing his look of confusion at the german shepherd that had led him here.

 

[BloodyKharma]

[QUOTE="Ami the breadling]Maxwell heard someone scratch on the dumpster. "Who's there? Come out where ever you are...", he said. He knocked against the dumpster again. "Sunnyboy, there is someone else beside us!", he said, walking around the dumpster to search for the other person.

[/QUOTE]
The young girl would continue to make her descent, seemingly oblivious to everything around her, the floating objects now beginning to launch forwards one by one. All headed in Maxwell's direction. First the dumpster, then a few trash cans, then pieces of the building itself began to break away and launch towards him. Some of the debris would begin to pile up behind him, as if the girl were trying to cut off his avenue of escape.

 

[Wixed]

The german shepard gave the stranger a look and circled around him, nudging the front door closed before rounding the sofa and laying down with a huff. As the dog's chest touched the floor, Porter instantly shot upright, Astrid rolling onto her back, arm flopping to the side of her. She slept soundly even with the intrusion. Porter rubbed at his eyes, as if he'd just risen from mock slumber, and stared dully at the other male. He raised a brow before plugging his nose with his fingers. "Look what the mutts dragged in." He muttered, voice nasally as he rose to his feet. Astrid mumbled sleep talk and one of the dogs licked at her fingers.


"What brings you here?" Feigning ignorance was well practiced with Porter and he managed a bemused expression. "You smell terrible." He pointed out, though clearly the boy was well aware, especially of the vomit on his shirt. "You're gross." Ever observant Porter proceeded past the stranger, past his unassuming stature, and meekness. Out of sight for a moment he returned with a shirt and a pair of pants, holding it out to the other as if he might have the plague. "Change. Please." He stated, wagging the clothing in front of him, urgent to be rid of the stench filling the entire house.

 

[xandr]

Seto pushed himself up, just enough to lean on his elbows, and spat a smattering of blood onto the roof. It wasn't because of internal injuries, thankfully, just him managing to punch himself in the face sometime during his off-balance and uncoordinated tuck-and-roll. He grimaced at the sickly metallic taste on his tongue, and give himself a fleeting moment of rest once he realized how hard his hands were shaking. Must be the adrenaline, he figured as he moved to his knees, wiping the red from his mouth with the collar of his shirt.


He took a few calming and deep breaths, trying to get his heart rate down considering how hard and fast it was beating in his ears. He hadn't used his powers like this in... well, years, and his body certainly wasn't used to exerting so much pure energy.


His arms and shoulders tingled as he stood, and after coughing at the cloud of dust he'd kicked up around himself he suddenly remembered something important. His bag.


He spun in place, one direction to the next-- and it was nowhere in sight.


"Shit--! Shit, shit, shit!" He exclaimed, running his hands frustratedly through his hair. The one thing he'd put in all that hard work for was probably down on the damn street, right now, getting picked through by that super-strong slice of pure homicidal dickishness. At the moment, there was nothing he hated more than that asshole of a Meta. He closed his eyes, just for a second, and huffed at his own stupidity.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





Artemis found it a bit odd, that the moment the german shepherds body hit the ground, the young man sleeping on the couch suddenly awoke. Although he kept his observations to himself, blushing self consciously as he realized just how horrible he smelled. He sighed softly, watching the man cautiously, blushing even more as he was offered a change of clothes. "Th-thank you." he mumbled, running a hand through his hair nervously, a look of disgust marring his features as he pulled away a banana peel. It almost looked as if he were going to hurl again at any given moment. "Wh-where's your bathroom?" he asked with as much calmness as he could muster, glancing into the man's eyes for a moment before quickly gazing back down at his feet.

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





Wallace continued to watch the ruckus taking place down at the dumpster. The lid opened, a boy emerging from it, running off with the dogs, followed by a young girl floating towards the other boy down there. She was clearly a meta, there was no other explanation for it. Debris and other random objects were hurled toward him. She must be one of the rampaging ones.


"Mia! Make haste! There's a child that needs help!"


Wallace slammed his cup down on the table beside him. He stood up from his seat and briskly walked to the elevator. Fortunately there was still power in this building. Mia stood next to the elevator awaiting him, following without a word as they entered, heading for the lobby. A few brief moments was all it took. He heard the familiar ding and the doors parted. He adjusted the cuff of his suit and walked swiftly out the door, Mia close behind.


"Yes. Hello? What appears to be the problem between you two?"


He spoke in a firm voice as he walked towards the two he saw from below the balcony. He wanted to be sure they heard him.

 

[Wixed]

"Just over there." Porter hooked a thumb over his shoulder, motioning toward a small hallway. And the black shepard was at his side, pressing its head under his fingers, Porter's eyes holding firm that of the other boy's until he was no longer the focus of his attentions. He wrinkled his nose, watching the banana peel be lifted away, and he shifted his gaze down to the animal who was nudging him. "I'm Porter." He stated, tone bland. "In case your.... curiosities were peeked." He added, almost accusingly, knowing he'd seemed to notice the moment which he'd reentered his own body and left the dog's. Maybe this stranger wasn't as meek as his appearance suggested.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





"A-Artemis Fletcher, its a p-pleasure to meet you." he said, offering him a grime covered had, he suddenly thought better of it and retracted his hand just as quickly. Taking another look at his surroundings, his eyes rested on the sleeping girl for a moment, then he scurried off down the hallway; a door opening and closing softly a second later.

 

[Wixed]

Porter looked at his hand, and then back to his face. His blank stare indicating he would not touch Artemis until he was clean. Or maybe he'd never touch him. "That's my sister." Porter told his guest, giving him a quick look of amusement which faded out of sight before anyone could notice. Glad for the stench to have followed Artemis into the bathroom, Porter sighed, walking to the kitchen where the three dogs followed him happily. He shooed them away, flicking his wrist toward the living room and digging through the cupboards for canned food. He'd already thawed chicken and as soon as he popped open one of the cans, Astrid sat upright with a yawn. She swung her legs forward childishly, and giggled at the dogs wagging their tails and licking her face. "Might as well go back to bed." Porter muttered, since it was going on 5 am, and he was only cooking to get some lost energy back.


"Who's in the bathrooooommmm?" She whined, a dramatic frown taking her lips. "I need to pottyyyyyy." She huffed and crossed her arms. Porter looked at his sister with obvious distaste. "Go upstairs, you moron." He mused flatly, placing a skillet on the stove-top and allowing it to heat as he withdrew a few other pots and pans. Astrid grumbled, though he could hear her footsteps scurrying up the staircase. She gave him a headache.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





Taking a shower and quickly changing into the fresh pair of clothes he had been given, Artemis sighed as he looked at the mirror just above the sink, turning the faucet and dipping his glasses into the cold water, while he stared into his own eyes. Well this was certainly an unforeseeable turn of events. He thought quietly to himself, trying to come up with every possible outcome to the situation he was now in. Wonder how long they'll let me stay here? He took a look down at his backpack, which was filled with enough food to probably last two weeks at most. Its not like I have anything to offer, besides food, but what if they already have that? Maybe, a little more wont hurt...right? Drying his glasses with a napkin before placing them back on his face, Artemis swung the backpack over his shoulder, picking up the pile of soiled clothing and holding them as far away from himself as possible. The bathroom door could be heard clicking open, and Artemis walked out to the kitchen where Porter was, noting that his sister was nowhere in sight. "Um, where do you put your dirty clothes?" he asked languidly, still staring down at his feet.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ



Wallace continued to watch the ruckus taking place down at the dumpster. The lid opened, a boy emerging from it, running off with the dogs, followed by a young girl floating towards the other boy down there. She was clearly a meta, there was no other explanation for it. Debris and other random objects were hurled toward him. She must be one of the rampaging ones.


"Mia! Make haste! There's a child that needs help!"


Wallace slammed his cup down on the table beside him. He stood up from his seat and briskly walked to the elevator. Fortunately there was still power in this building. Mia stood next to the elevator awaiting him, following without a word as they entered, heading for the lobby. A few brief moments was all it took. He heard the familiar ding and the doors parted. He adjusted the cuff of his suit and walked swiftly out the door, Mia close behind.


"Yes. Hello? What appears to be the problem between you two?"


He spoke in a firm voice as he walked towards the two he saw from below the balcony. He wanted to be sure they heard him.

A large amount of the debris hurling towards Maxwell suddenly changed direction mid air, now shooting towards Wallace, the little girl still began to slowly descend until her feet touched the ground; and more pieces of the buildings nearby began to break away and float in orbit around her.

 

[Wixed]

Porter listened as the door clicked open, and he forked the chicken in the pan, the meat sizzling with the motion. He then waved a dismissive hand at the question. "Burn them." he told the boy, squeezing a lemon over the chicken and peering into the assorted pots on the stove. Once he was content to let everything simmer, he turned to give the clean guest a once over. Though it could have been taken as dry sarcasm, he nodded toward the double doors. "There's a fire pit out there." He instructed, hearing Astrid thump around upstairs and pinching his lips into a tight line. He crossed the kitchen and slipped Artemis's bag from him shoulder with a quick hand, placing it onto the counter and inspecting its contents. After a moment of rifling through the bag he looked up at Artemis as if to say "really?" and exhaled a curt chuckle. "How'd you expect to protect yourself with just food?" he teased, though his tone was ever bland, so it just seemed more an accusation of stupidity.

 

[Azuria]

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ





"Gah! What insolence is this?"


Wallace raised a hand to his face in shock, suddenly the target for the debris that was headed for the boy. Mia sprung to action, running in front of her boss, raising her sword in front of her face. The first piece of debris struck her blade and parted, after that she swung furiously slicing through each following projectile.


"Thank goodness I have you." He eased up, relaxing his body.


"Are you alright child?" He spoke affirmingly to the boy.

 

[BloodyKharma]

Artemis Fletcher





He started to protest as his pack was suddenly taken from him, but thought better of it, he was just a guest here after all. This wasn't his domain, and he sighed, already missing the apartment he had been forced to leave. I wonder how that jerks doing. The mere thought of Maxwell causing him to frown, although the thought was quickly forgotten as his stomach grumbled loudly, his nostrils flaring as the foods pleasant aroma reached them. He walked through the double doors, tossing the clothes into the fire pit, it was already lit so the flames immediately consumed them. As he made his way back over to Porter, he absentmindedly took a seat at the table in the center of the room, staring thoughtfully into space for a moment; it was almost as if he had completely forgotten where he was and that Porter was even standing there.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Wallace Ashen Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ



"Gah! What insolence is this?"


Wallace raised a hand to his face in shock, suddenly the target for the debris that was headed for the boy. Mia sprung to action, running in front of her boss, raising her sword in front of her face. The first piece of debris struck her blade and parted, after that she swung furiously slicing through each following projectile.


"Thank goodness I have you." He eased up, relaxing his body.


"Are you alright child?" He spoke affirmingly to the boy.

The girl would now turn her complete attention to Mia, more debris beginning to spin around her faster and faster, in the same way the planets in space orbited around the sun. It was almost an impenetrable wall around her, and she would slowly take a step forward, the spinning debris moving along with her. Step after step she would take in Mia's direction, no debris would be thrown at Mia or Wallace, but they would be bathed in shadow as the moving wall continued its approach.