Realistic or Modern Secrets And Blood

[Malhyanth]

This roleplay is for Malhyanth and ekoutrakos ​

Please do not enter this RP unless expressly invited.

THIS RP WILL HAVE TRIGGERING THEMES, AND IS LIKELY TO BE DISTRESSING TO SOME PEOPLE. ENTER AT OWN RISK.

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This roleplay is a modern and realistic roleplay, based around a modern styled world, not necessarily our own. Within it there are a multitude of races, religions, roles, and people.​

Religions, cults, tribes, civilisations are all broad and varied, much like the types of people that live in this world.

There will be difficult themes.​

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The city streets were dank, the recent rain giving everything a sheen that made lights dance around the long male, tall, at least 6'6, like a giant Viking stalking the streets of this high end town. His pale skin seemed dewy, the dark blond dreadlocks that surrounded his hard features also damp; hard to tell if he'd been caught in the downpour from first look; his clothes seemed dry, but the leather trench coat he wore would have kept the majority of the water from touching him. Beads within the mane of hair clacked together hollowly as he stalked the streets, pacing endlessly.

He'd been pacing like this for days. The itch beneath his skin that he couldn't scratch had become too much, so he'd left his apartment, a simple, empty place, much like how he felt inside. It felt like claws were working their way up his spine, around his neck, into his hairline, and scraping at his scalp. He tried to shrug it off with a growl, startling a couple that were walking past him; not enough to cause a stir. He shrugged within his trench, his lumberjack style jacket beneath the trench stifling him. He needed to keep walking, to remove himself from this building feeling; it was like a hard, heavy rock in his gut, and a whisper in his ear, a hiss still, but building.

Hands shook as he continued to walk on, booted feet hitting the pavement hard, pale blue eyes glazed, unseeing as he pushed through the crowds. He slowed as he reached a corner, the traffic slowly buzzing past him. He stood, legs restless, fingers twisting against themselves. He needed to get off the street; there was too much noise, too many faces, and too many hissed words. Glowing halos around the chosen, the selected, and he couldn't, not yet. It was too soon after the last; the blue lights still flashed, the tracks were still too fresh. Why? Why did the itch return so soon? Why couldn't he take a break.

Looking around, feeling a little like a rabbit in the headlights, he spied a small coffee shop, and he headed towards it, dodging the traffic. He ducked through the door, hands still holding a slight tremor as he leaned against the counter. He pointed towards the board above the barista's head, and asked for an americano. She smiled brightly at him, as she took the coins he deposited on the counter. His mouth pulled into a smile, a scar that ran down his face inhibiting the movement somewhat. It's course ran from eyebrow, into cheekbone, and cheek hollow, down into his top lip. The girl glowed so brightly, so brilliantly, and he couldn't stop staring at the light that surrounded her. He wanted to reach out and touch her smooth skin as she turned away to pour his drink. His hands fisted on the counter top, and as the mug was pushed towards him, he ducked his head and headed towards a window seat, sitting, hands surrounding the mug, trying to keep his eyes off the radiant girl behind the counter, his head shifting to rub his ear against his shoulder a couple of times. Those pale eyes flickered about the individuals that entered the coffee shop, as he slowly piled three sugars into his coffee, and then a lot of cream.

 

[ekoutrakos]

The rain had brought many people to small shop that night, the sound of the door making the obnoxious ding noise as she sat in the back office trying to the mound of paperwork that her aunt, had usually always left for her to do.
Her aunt was the true owner of the small cafe yet the young lady had moved from a small town and to the larger city to help her grandmother and then at night got volunteered to help her great aunt close the shop and do the paperwork she couldn't seem to read anymore.
Today, Elaine wore a dark green sundress when she had come in the rain had only been a few drizzles. Her long brown curly hair cascaded like waves against her round face and down her shoulders. Getting up from the small office she walked into the actual shop, taking a piece of paper with her. "Hey Hannah could you make out what that word is? Can't read the old ladies handwriting to save my life." Hannah was the girl who managed the counter that nightc as the rain poured outside and the older and younger groups of people flocked in. "Sure! Just help me with these tables and I'll help you!" Nodding in agreement Elaine walked to the counter, to the very tall man who hunched over the small teacup full of coffee. "Hello love, can I maybe interest you in something else?"

 

[Malhyanth]

The new voice cut through the exceedingly tall man, and his sharp, icy blue eyes turned to the counter, feeling his vision blinded for a moment. For a moment, his hallucinations stopped. She stood there, a demure thing, a greed dress and dark mess of hair, and her lilting voice penetrating through his brain fog. He sipped at the horrendously over sweetened coffee, and watched her, barely blinking, before the waves started to return, and he raised a large hand to rub at his ear, the hissing and the whispering about the girls returning. A groan escaped him, and he rubbed harder, eyes squeezed shut. He hunched over his drink and repeated in his head over and over that it wasn't time to think of that need yet.

And then, that golden voice lilted through his chosen darkness. It made splotches of colour against his closed eyelids; gold and red, with a hint of that dark, natural green. He opened his icy blue eyes, and looked across at the edge of the table, where the dark green dress swayed where she'd stopped, and brushed against her skin. He could feel like he could almost smell her; flowery perfume, and dusty papers, ink cartridges. He slowly allowed his pale eyes to look up at her, his dark blond dreadlocks shifting and obscuring his vision a little as he tilted his head, like a curious puppy at her.

"Ah... um..." His hands tightened around the mug, and he drew it closer to his chest, before releasing one shaking hand tentatively to extricate some more coinage from his many pocketed trousers. He laid out what he had on him. He knew there was a note in his wallet, but they were traceable, and he needed to keep that for an emergency... for supplies. He looked back at the girl, a sheepish smile on his face as a tic shifted his head and he rubbed his ear against his shoulder again, legs restless. "Ca---can I get another coffee with this? A-and something... something sweet, ah--- please?" His large hand gripped at a dreadlock and he growled at himself as his nervous stuttering got in the way of his request. His scarred face twisted for a moment into anger at himself, and one of his feet kicked back into the leg of the car he was sat on.

He knew to some, he appeared like a drug addled maniac, probably coming down off a high, but this was more than that. The drug that affected him held such a more vicious sway on his actions. The hand that gripped at the dreadlock released, as instead sought the longest on his head, one with a feather woven into it; a reddish tan, with black smudges, highlighted with a shock of blue. A Eurasian Jay, one that heralded, like his accent, from Britain. Again, a tic caused the muscles of his jaw and neck to tighten, and he stretched out his head to try and release the tensions he was feeling. "Ah--- I'm sor---ugh! Sorry. Bad day." He should have said bad week! The start had been so full of life, vitality, so much pleasure. He here now sat, craving the next piece of that cake. The next hit of that drug. But aware that at any point, he could be caught, and he needed to be careful.

He looked to the girl once more, piercing pale blue eyes looking at her round face for the first time, properly. The hissed words in his ears drowned out a little as he looked at her, and he attempted a genuine smile, knowing the scar that transected his face would make it difficult to judge its authenticity; he always looks like he was smirking horribly; his straight nose was also bisected by such a deep scar, and he knew, though maybe he once could have been, he was not much to look upon now, and with his strange mannerisms, he was surprised she was not asking him to leave.

 

[ekoutrakos]

"Sure thing lovely." Elaine slightly did her best not to reach out and run her small hands over the large scars on the mans face, yet she knew by now and working here many people didn't like being touched. Talking to Hannah as she worked her way around her and the coffee makers she grabbed the man a white circle plate, gritting her teeth as she stood on her tippy toes, doing her best to make sure only one grated out from the others and no more hit the ground.
Sighing slightly happy with herself she walked over to the large case of lovely cakes, pies and danishes she and Hannah had created earlier that day. Using her aunt's recipes Elaine spent hours perfecting them staring at the old tattered note cards in the dim lights of her grandparents kitchen.
Using a large silver pie server she pulled out the man, a large piece of carrot cake, the brown pieces of walnuts blended almost in with the cream cheese frosting and the bright orange color of the carrots. Sliding the plate in front of him, she filled his coffee also. "On the house, happy Easter. Hope that day of yours gets better."

 

[Malhyanth]

The man watched the girl. She was petite, and he knew if he was to stand beside her they would look simply ridiculous. She was cautious; perhaps she was clumsy, usually, he couldn't tell. Her actions, though practiced, seemed to need careful planning. The other girl watched her also, though more out of curious friendship than anything else. The dark blond man struggled to keep his legs still, as she returned, topping off his drink, and presenting the cake. She stated it was Easter, and he looked at her confused, a deep frown furrowing his face.

"I--- I don't take ch-charity. If you don't take the payment, take... hhhhhn--- take it all." He pushed all of the coins to the edge of the table, that same tic forcing his muscles tight, and he stretched it out, a hand gripping tight to the cutlery older at the end of his table as a grumble rolled from his chest. He knew the coins he's presented were sufficient to cover the costs of what he'd ordered, and as before, he'd spread them on the counter surface to ensure he did not touch their bare skin. He couldn't... to touch would be to acknowledge the need, and he couldn't do that. Again, his hand tightened around the cutlery, and he selected a dessert spoon, carefully holding it in his large hand, making the implement look almost like that of a doll'a house.

He raised a bite of the food to his lips, and hummed in pleasure; it was thick with frosting, and its complex flavours and textures were something to be truly appreciated. The walnuts, and carrots were first, then nutmeg, and cinnamon. The cream cheese cut through the sweetness with a tart edge, and he was sure there was a hint of lemon in there somewhere, lifting it beyond simple carrot cake. He nodded in enjoyment, and almost meticulously dissected it into small, bitesize chunks, aligning them perfectly upon his plate. He wasn't sure if she still stood over him, but her glow, her warmth, certainly remained.

 

[ekoutrakos]

Going back to her normal routine she left the money, the change laying on the counter. Elaine had grown up poor, she was still poor. Free lunches for her and her younger brother growing up, free school bags because her mother was the only one who worked, free food from the pantry, when they had enough gas or strength to walk the three miles out of town. She knew what it was like to just have change to your name, instead of taking it she watched the silver pieces glint in the cafe's semi okay lighting. Leaning against an empty space at the counter she finally got Hannah to help her account for her aunts messing writing. "Well that looks like an eight."
"Yeah but it's actually a six.." the two young ladies went back and forth for a good five minutes before a roll of thunder tossed over the small building. "I'm gunna go start the generater..." Hannah grumbled as she grabbed her own light rain jack. "Be careful this time." Elaine warned as she picked up her pile of papers. "How's that cake lovely?" She raised an eyebrow looking over in the tall mans direction.

 

[Malhyanth]

The man barely acknowledged the conversation occurring across the cafe from him, his meticulous planning of how to ingest the cake in the best possible way getting in the alway of hearing their argument over 6s and 8s. The roll of thunder had him stop, and he set down the spoon, and leaned across to the window, looking out. More rain was falling, and it refracted more of the lights that pierced his vision, making it seem like a world of dancing fairy lights everywhere. He covered his eyes with the heels of his palms, and tried to press the sight of the faces surrounded by their halos out.

"Leave me alone!!" He growled low to himself, just as the girl whom had served him gathered up a raincoat to exit the store. He placed his hands down on the table top, and opened his eyes. The hallucinations had abated; the people around him held just a very close to the skin aura of glowing colour; he could cope with that. She asked him a question, and he frowned, trying to figure out what she'd asked, and his eyes cast down, remembering the cake. He raised his hand, and sort of waved her query off.

"Nice." Was all he could growl out, and he once again picked up the spoon to continue his temporary meal. He stared for a moment, again, out the window, enjoying the momentary peace, his vision back to normalcy; or as much as it was possible for him to experience. He wondered what the girl was leaving to do, as the other seemed concerned. He slowly danced the dissected cake around his plate, watching with intense stare.

 

[ekoutrakos]

He was strange? Yes very strange to say the least, yet he was just another dread headed college student who had just come in for a fast meal paying with change. It didn't take long for Hannah to come in and hang up her jacket once more. "Can we close early this afternoon?" She asked Elaine as she grabbed a coffee pot to fill up table four and Elaine shuffled her papers. "If people stop coming in then yes. You know how my aunt is." She walked back over slowly to the now lone man at the counter. "Try to stay dry out there, and like I said happy Easter." Picking up the now empty plate beside him so she could at say she had a reason to come and speak with the man that intrigued her, she left once again. Plopping the dishes into the sink and back to the small office, she did have a mound of papers she didn't actually want robbing home.

 

[Malhyanth]

Pale eyes looked around the store, realising he was soon to be the last patron, as the couple at the other table started to gather their things, and walk to the exit. The last few scraps of cake were shoveled into his mouth, and he watched with apprehensiveness as the girl headed towards him. Taking his plate, and giving him another kind smile, he tried to replicate it, but his eyes were still untrusting. He was into his early thirties, he'd lost track of the exact years, but this was the first time in a long while he'd experienced such kindness. He bowed his head at her, and her statement to keep dry.

"The... the wet doesn't bother me." He mumbled. "It makes--- makes the lights shine, and clears the streets. I... can walk." He spooned sugar and poured cream into the second coffee he had ordered, losing all sophistication the drink may of had. He downed it, a little dribbling down his chin, into the light stubble that peppered his cheeks and jaw. He eyes her again, and slowly stood, towering over her. "The rain is cleansing. Closes down the noises." He stated it simply, and looked the the girl behind the counter, his snarled lip from the scar down his face pulling tight for a moment in a small smile at her. He stepped around the girl in the green dress, and tugged his trench closer to himself, his baggy, many pocketed black combat trousers revealed slightly at the middle of the long leather coat.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, opening the door slowly, flinching a little at the bell above his head. He cast one final look at the girls behind him, before stepping out into the rain. He walked past the windows of the store, and headed down the street a little. He knew, from his wanderings, that there were benches further down, out of immediate eye line. That scratching, itching, tempting feel was starting to creep up on him again, making the lights and colours sharper. And they were closing early...

 

[ekoutrakos]

Once everything was cleaned, and her large stack of papers were folded under her arm she watched Hannah drive away in her small silver truck her parents had bought her a few years back for whatever reason. Locking the door she set the alarm and set out into the rain. She didn't mind if, growing up in small town meant walking home and to school in the rain somedays, or to the store, or getting soaked at a tball or softball practice a few blocks from home.
Her stack of papers were shoved into a plastic folder so they'd be dry, in her large hand bag she carried around, with almost the kitchen sink. Digging for her phone, she almost tripped over a large piece in the sidewalk, her other sneakered foot catching her balance by a few inches. "Okay. No music tonight Elaine!" She scolded herself softly as she continued to walk, eyes ahead, counting the steps in her mind instead that led her to the large apartment building she moved into after leaving home.

 

[Malhyanth]

Pale eyes watched the girl as she left the coffee shop. The other was still inside, but he could catch up with her again some other time. She seemed like she was in control there; would be back. This girl... she was just a pawn. Someone that was just a part of the game. His scarred face frowned a little as he watched her almost skip along, to his eyes, glowing like a star. He watched her, intensely, though his mind went back to the one in the dark green dress. Should he? Something told him this was going to come back on him, but his mind hummed with the possibilities. He stood, shrugging deeper into his trench, before starting to follow the girl.

She was singing along to whatever was in her ear buds, the music pumping, her feet in time with it. Her blond hair was soft, and protected by the umbrella she held above herself. Her uniform hugged her curves. It made her positively glow. He stayed back, following her trail like a lost puppy. Anyone paying too much attention, and he diverted for a moment, before continuing. She walked a fair way, towards the outskirts of the city; a dilapidated part of town. He looked about; there was nothing glowing here. It was all darkness, and in that darkness, eyes watched. His face set hard, and he felt the claws on his skull, and as he looked to his left, his face was forced back forward.

"Dooooon't looossssse focuuuuuusssssss..." The hissed voice sent a shiver down the tall man's spine, and his footing faltered as the tightness hit his chest like a tonne of bricks. He tried to draw breath, but it felt like the thing on his back had taken a grip of his heart and lungs, and it was squeezing, making him feel weak. People surged around him, avoiding him like an island in a stream, giving him room, without even acknowledging him. The feeling lifted, reminding him whom was in control, and he stood straight again. The umbrella bobbed just out of sight, collapsing as she ran up some steps.

The man jogged across the street, weaving through the people, watching as she pushed in her code to enter, and pull open the door. A few people he jostled made a racket, but nothing to be concerned over. He simply snarled at them, and they quietened. He jogged up the steps, and caught the door before it locked closed, entering quietly. The apartment block was dingy, cheap, and graffitied, smelt of damp and mould. He watched the elevator, the lights pinging as it rose up, all the way to the top. His teeth shone in a vicious grin, as he pushed through the door to the stairs, and took them two at a time.

He exited the top of the stairs just as the elevator pinged, the doors closing. He spied her blond head bent over a door lock, fumbling with keys, a stream of curses filling the corridor. He stalked up to her silently, arms reaching out, just as she straightened, the door unlocking. He forced her through, covering her mouth tightly to stifle the scream.

 

[ekoutrakos]

Nobody would know about the death of the young lady until a nieghbor complained about Hannah's cat wailing and scratching at the door for food. It was a warm day, as the sun beamed into the large windows of the coffee shop as Elaine was asked a few things by two older detectives, both wanted to know where she had been the night Hannah was murderered going about her business and answering the daunting questions felt more like a chore than a task.
Once they finally left Elaine sighed, pulling her long curls up and went back to frosting her third order of carrot cakes that day, looking up she sighed softly seeing the stream of tourists coming in. When would her other employee a man named Ben actually show this morning!? She couldn't do this alone and she was starting to miss Hannah's laughter or need for a coffee first thing.

 

[Malhyanth]

The man had remained hidden, within his apartment, pale eyes captivated by the screen of his tv, set on the news. They showed her face over and over, spoke of her fondly, having never met her. Outcries at the lack of evidence, not a trace of the culprit. He'd been meticulous. He always was. The talk of the Invisible Man Murders was everything on the screen, and the giant needed to be sure he was safe. There were no reports, no sketch artist interpretations, nothing on him. He nodded, feeling relieved. It plastered the little coffee shop she'd worked at all over the screens, saying they were believed to have followed her from there. That could be the only thing they linked him, but he'd left before her; at least an hour before. And he'd paid more attention to the girl in the dark green dress... the girl he couldn't shake from his memory.

It had been a few days, and it was getting itchy to be inside. He knew it was a bad plan, that he shouldn't do it, but there was something about that girl in green... she had glowed so differently. The voice had been quiet. He couldn't feel it stirring. When he looked out the window, nothing glowed brightly. He'd been more intense this time; had taken his time. She'd been so beautiful, strung up like the angel she had appeared. Why the news was making it seem so depraved was beyond him, but the Dark Master had told him to expect that. He'd taken his time and enjoyed it; still was enjoying it, even after the event in his lonely moments before sleep claimed him. That voice was quiet though, so he could play at being normal for a while.

He left the apartment, quiet. He waved to the neighbour that kept an eye on him, and smiled a little, keeping his head low. She smiled back at him, asked how he was, if he was eating enough. He nodded in response, and excused himself, before heading out to the bright light of the street, and for once, it wasn't the result of his visions. Pure sunlight lit the pavements, shafts of warm light pooling through the skyscrapers and monorails that criss-crossed the sky from his vantage point. Walking was refreshing, without the glowing lights. Lights he saw were just that; lights that he saw. They weren't messages, there were no whispers. He felt bold, and he shuffled his way quite bravely down the street; he had left his trench at home, but he was wearing the same lumberjack jacket, the same style trousers, this time in khaki. Beneath, a design t-shirt, with a howling wolf upon it. He made his way to the cafe, standing opposite, watching the amount of people that walked into it. A flower vendor was parked up near by, and he bought a small bouquet. Risky, but he'd met the girl. Had been served by her, and the shop was all over the news.

Crossing the street, the white carnations in hand, he entered slowly, ducking through the door to see her, working hard, alone. She still glowed. Out of all the people, she glowed still. But something about that didn't seem wrong. Her round face was heated, her hair tied back. She was beautiful. He stood in line, watching her serve. His time came, and as he stood there, waiting for her acknowledgement, he gave a sheepish smile, holding the flowers like a loaded gun.

"Ah--- Hi. You, ah--- you might not remem--- remember me. I was here, a few night's back. Ah..." His voice was bolder than previous, and he seemed more stable, not shaking, coherent, though voice still apprehensive. He held up the flowers, twisted smile from his scar shining through again. "I ah... I figured you needed something to smile about... considering..."

 

[ekoutrakos]

The flowers were a strange white contrast compared to him and even the to look around the small cafe, she had so much on her mind still so much to do today alone. Yet she breathed pausing as she looked at him, "oh well thank you very much." Smiling softly, she took them from him, pushing her hair back that fell out of her messy bun and onto her shoulder, back behind the counter the ovens were roaring and the blenders mixing a mile a minute everything seemed to be almost in control. Taking a large clear glass from under the counter she plopped the flowers in before looking back at him. "Okay, lovely. What can I get you?" Raising an eyebrow she felt her forehead furrow together, he looked like he needed a shower and maybe some love, yet it wasn't her place. Staring back at him once more pushing herself out of her trance.

 

[Malhyanth]

The man shook his head; he did not wish for anything today. He simply smiled, a slightly sharp toothed grin, and bowed. He indicated the same table he'd sat upon before, and watched her, her halo of light, and took in her appearance. "I will just sit, if I may. Perhaps order when you are quieter. And speak with you." His pale eyes shone for a moment, and he stepped away from the counter, taking a paper cup from the sideboard, filling with the jug of water, and taking the seat by the window again.

His mind wandered, as he watched her work, trying to do the job of two or three, alone. He felt a slight pang of guilt at that, but as he sipped his water, and watched the crowd, she did well to manage the expectations of those around them. She buzzed about, and to his mind he could almost hear her mind's cogs whirling, and it sounded like a wind up clock. He swayed a little to the sound of it, watching the world outside.

 

[ekoutrakos]

Elaine laughed and did her best, sighign with relief when Ben an older man in his late 50's finally showed up. Remembering her visiter wanted to visit she fight slightly obligated to find a reason to stay out in front of the counter, biting into her lip her mind told her she wouldn't do it for anyone else!! Yet, she told Ben to go finish frosting the cakes in the back of he could. The shop was finally close to empty. "Thank the lord." She mumbled softly to herself.

 

[Malhyanth]

The time ticked by, but the man at the table did not mind it. He sipped his water, watched the world pass, and watched her. Her movements of practiced precision, her skill with the cakes unrivalled. The older man that helped lacked much of her skill, and that did not go unnoticed. She seemed to make excuses to remain where she could be seen, and this tugged a smile from the man's lips. A slight nervous tic tugged at his head only a few times as the lunch rush slowed, and the coffee shop emptied. He hailed her, with a smile upon his thin lips.

"I ah--- I would like to order now." He spoke softly, his fingers tapping against the water glass. "An americano, again, please. And---- and a sandwich? One of these." He indicated some simple thing from the menu that stood upon his table, and watched her. "Will you--- will you join me?"

 

[ekoutrakos]

The request wasn't too strange, many people sometimes just liked the company. "Ah well I have some things I actually need to get done but I can stand here and keep you company." Taking his order back behind the counter, she grabbed the large stack of papers she had to do between customers and any vendor that came in. Sighing she checked the time, still early not early enough to close and too early for any sort of rush. She should be fine, yet she didn't dare get close to a stranger. Instead she stood on the opposite side of the counter. "Your food should be out in just a second." Crinkling her nose she cracked her knuckles lightly a horrible habit she knew yet it kept her hands busy always.