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04/20/2019 04:54 PM 

ROLE SEARCH

Hello there! So I am seeking someone to fill a VERY important role for Lyla's connections and overall development. I only have a few requirements for anyone that's genuinely interested to fill the role which I will list prior to the information to be entirely upfront. So please look them over before even thinking of expressing an interest in the role. 

REQUIREMENTS
✓ Must create a dedicated account for the role.
✓ Must have a discord for convenient communication.
✓ Must be active on a regular basis. (Within reason of course.)
✓ Must be able to write at a literate multi para level. (2-3 para minimum.)
✓ Must be comfortable roleplaying in group settings and developing bonds.
✓ Must be willing to give equal effort towards plots and development.
✓ BONUS if you like JJBA, sh*tposts, and are very chill in general.

Now if you've made it this far then may I present the role i'm seeking: Elias Bardot, Lyla's father. His playby will be Corvo Attano and no this is not negotiable as it best suits my image of him. However I will be flexible towards most of the development of his backstory prior to the tragic events mentioned in Lyla's history. It will be just as much your character as it is mine so of course I want to give you as much creative freedom with him within reason. The best way I have come to describe him is a far older and much more grumpy Dean Winchester from the show Supernatural. Now without further ado here is his information. If you have questions or would like to express an interest in his role please feel free to contact me on this blog and I will reach out to you if I don't have you added! 

Name:
Elias James Bardot

Age:
45 years old

Birthdate:
August 5th

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Orientation:
Heterosexual

Residence:
His car or hotels mostly.

Occupation:
Hunter, Paranormal Investigator

Personality:
Macho, Brash, Temperamental, Protective, Paternal

Likes:
Fast Food, Muscle Cars, Training, Weapons, Dogs

Dislikes:
Supernatural beings, people messing with his family, being bossed around, being underestimated, health foods

Addictions:
Alcohol, Smoking, Adrenaline, Classic Rock, Leather Jackets

Fears:
Losing his daughter, failing as a parent, his emotions

Habits:
Chews on cigarette butts when aggravated.

Overall Health:
Semi Stable

Physical Status:
Semi Stable

Mental Status:
Poor

Conditions:
High Blood Pressure, Arthritis, Insomnia, Paranoia, 

Disorders:
PTSD, BPD, Depression, Schizophrenia

04/14/2019 11:59 PM 

Fears

Bold any fears which apply to your muse.

Italicize what makes them uncomfortable.


the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open waterdeep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spacesconfined spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ lossthe unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ being touchedforgetting ⋆ being forgotten

04/13/2019 05:14 PM 

Character Survey

BASIC CHARACTER QUESTIONS
First name? "Lyla."
Surname? "Bardot."
Nicknames? "Well my father calls me Ly. Some have taken to Sleeping Beauty..."
Date of birth? "November 19th."
Age? "I'm 25 years old."

PHYSICAL / APPEARANCE
Height? "I'm 5'5"."
Weight? "A little rude to ask but if you must know i'm 132lbs..."
Hair colour? "It's snow white."
Hair style? "Well it's naturally wavy I suppose?"
Eye colour? "An icy blue."
Which facial feature is most prominent? "I guess my eyes."
Other distinguishing features? "The dark circles under my eyes sometimes, I have atrocious sleeping habits."
Skin? "VERY Porcelain."
Scars? "I have several from my upbringing."
Birthmarks? "I have two facial beauty marks, One under my left eye and on the left side of my chin."
Type of clothes? "I tend to go for comfortable styles though i'll be brave now and again."
Mannerisms? "Well I tend to smoke when i'm feeling overwhelmed."
Are they in good health? "With my issues i'm always below average but for the most part yes."

PERSONALITY
What words or phrases do they overuse? "I suppose I use a great deal of positive reinforcement phrases."
Do they have a catchphrase? "Does encouragement count as a catchphrase?"
Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? "I like to think i'm mostly optimistic."
Are they introverted or extroverted? "I'm very introverted except with people I care about."
What bad habits do they have? "My smoking and self-deprecation."
What is their greatest fear? "...Losing control of myself."
What are their biggest secrets? "Wouldn't be a secret if I told you would it?"
What will they stand up for? "Friends, family, the weak, and the hopeless."
What quality do they most value in a friend? "Trustworthiness."
What are their pet peeves? "Having my personal space invaded and being touched by strangers."

FRIENDS AND FAMILY
Is their family big or small? "Biologically it's VERY small."
Do they have siblings? Older or younger? "I am an only child."
Describe their best friend. "He's an honest man who truly has a heart of gold and an unbeatable resolve."
Ideal best friend? "I just did."
Do they have any pets? "Ugo and Peach, They're lovable goofballs."

LOVE
Do they believe in love at first sight? "No, It's just not realistic."
Are they in a relationship? "F-For the millionth time no!"
How do they behave in a relationship? "Never been in one so how should I know?"
Has your character ever been in love? "...N-No."
Have they ever had their heart broken? "Not in a romantic sense but yes."

CONFLICT
How do they respond to a threat? "By assessing the situation and acting accordingly."
Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? "I'd want things to end without violence if possible."
What is your character’s kryptonite? "Myself and those I hold close."
How do they perceive strangers? "Someone else to be cautious of."
What are their phobias? "You don't need to know that..."
What is their choice of weapon? "Depends on the enemy."

WORK, EDUCATION AND HOBBIES
What is their current job? Artist, Photographer (Hunter, Gang-Star)
What do they think about their current job? "It has its moments, Same as any."
What are some of their past jobs? "I was a waitress for a short time when I first moved to NY. Never again."
What are their hobbies? "Arts, Crafts, Photography, Gardening, Music, I like to try different things out."
Educational background? "I was 'home' schooled by my father."
Intelligence level? "Ummm.. average I guess?"
Do they have any specialist training? ".....Maybe."
Do they have a natural talent for something? "I've got quite the eye for detail."
Do they play a sport? Are they any good? "Playing sports was NEVER in my cards."
What is their socioeconomic status? "I suppose middle class."

FAVOURITES
What is their favourite animal(s)? "I adore artic foxes and canines the most but I love all animals really."
Which animal do they dislike the most? "There's none I dislike."
What place would they most like to visit? "Maybe Alaska? I'd love to see the Aurora Borealis."
What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? "I find beauty in many things, It's kind of my job."
What is their favourite colour? Powder Blue
Favourite food? "Call me simple but i'm a sucker for a good pizza or anything red velvet."
What is their favourite day of the week? "Sunday, I normally take it off to unwind from a busy week."

SPIRITUALITY
Who or what is your character’s guardian angel? "My father for sure but i'd have to include Bruno as well."
Do they believe in the afterlife? "Absolutely."
Are they superstitious? "Extremely."
How would they like to die? "On my own terms."
What is your character’s spirit animal? "A Fox."
What is their zodiac sign? "I am a Scorpio."

MISCELLANEOUS
What is their character archetype? "I'd say I fall under the caregiver."
Who is their hero? "My father and Bruno."
What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? "Either a noir songbird or a mermaid."
Are they comfortable with technology? "I'm somewhat accustomed to it yes."
Where do they see themselves in ten years? "Hopefully not dead."
What is their greatest regret? ".....No comment."
What is their favourite fairytale? "Beauty and the Beast."
If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? "ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!"

04/13/2019 05:01 PM 

Family Questionnaire

Who were their parents?
Elias and Melanie Bardot

Were they raised by them?
Yes

If not, then why didn’t they and who did raise them?
She was raised by her birth parents.

What is their father’s full name?
Elias James Bardot

What is their mother’s full name?
Melanie Rae Bardot (Maiden name was Weston.)

What did their parents and/or foster parents do for a living?
They were both hunters of malicious supernaturals and occult groups.

What was their standing in the community?
To hunters they were respectable, To others they were just strangers.

Did their family stay in one area or move around a lot?
They were always on the road after Lyla's mother was killed.

How did they get along with their parents?
Lyla loves her parents with all her heart, Even despite her differences with her father. 

How would their parents describe them? Answer this in the voice of their mother, then in their father’s.
Mother: "I hadn't expected to ever have a child but god if she wasn't the most important thing in my world from the moment they put her in my arms. She's my everything and damn if I wouldn't give it my all to keep her safe."
Father: "Even if we butt heads a lot that girl means more to me than anybody will ever fully know. She can drive me up a f***ing wall yet keep me level all in the same instant. There's no doubt she's my kid that's for sure heh.."

Do they have any siblings?
Lyla is biologically an only child, Though she considers many of her friends to be family.

If so how many and what were their names?
There's too many to list here so i'll generalize it to Uccisore Passione and a select few others.

How did they get along with each of their siblings?
They took her in when she was at her lowest and grew on her rather quickly. Even despite the insane antics their Boss puts them through she adores all of them with all her heart and soul.

Are any or all of their family still alive?
Her father is still alive, Her mother was killed protecting her from a monster.

If so, where are they now?
Due to his work Lyla is unsure where her father is presently.

Do they stay in touch with them or have they become estranged?
Due to their vast differences of opinion and her running away she has kept her distance of Elias.

Do they love or hate one member of the family in particular?
Lyla loves her father whole-heartedly despite their falling out and worries about him nearly every day.

Have they begun their own family?
In a way she was taken into one but no she has not personally.

If not, do they ever want to have a family of their own someday?
Even though the idea scares her for obvious reasons she'd like to, Someday.

What type of person would be their ideal mate?
Someone who accepts her despite her affliction and is willing to stay by her side even when things get dark. Who won't be afraid of the dangers herself, and those who pursue her, present. Ideally she just wants someone who looks past her flaws and wants to lead a not so normal life together. 

03/30/2019 08:14 PM 

Oblivionis velamento

Hello! This is a starter I wrote for an upcoming discord group roleplay heavily inspired by the horror video game series called 'Fatal Frame'. I quite liked how it turned out so I thought i'd share it as another sample. Enjoy!

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"Come on dad, Are you almost done? At this rate we won't get there until night fall.."

It had never ceased to amaze her just how easily her old man could rope her back into the hunting life. Ever since their unexpected reunion he'd somewhat evaded the reasoning for her departure in the first place. Even after she had practically blew up in his face about it that fateful day. Still... he was making an effort to keep her out of it unless he absolutely needed her. Which was more sincerity than he had ever shown to her wishes back then. Guilt inevitably prompting her to acquiesced to his request if only to ensure he didn't get himself killed.

"Hold your horses, I just gotta find one more thing. I swear ya sound more like your mother everyday..." a rugged tone bellowed in front of an informative plaque. With a sigh the albino stood before a glass case that housed a peculiar object, An old Model 45 Polaroid Land Camera. Unable to help but admire a piece of history about her hobby fondly before turning towards him. "I think we have enough to go forward, I mean we had more info than this museum did. It's the same old shtick: Big spooky house, unsettling family, missing people. We've seen it dozens of times before.." A stern set of deep brown optics found her with a heavy sigh before walking past her with a pat to her shoulder. 

"That doesn't mean it isn't worth investigating, Ly. Here take these and go get the old girl started while I stop into the gift shop to grab us some stuff for the road." Tossing her the keys she simply shrugged before making her exit to get the car warmed up. Boot pounded against the marble flooring as the man made his way to the gift shop with a defeated sigh. Elias had been trying so hard to reconnect with Lyla but it nearly seemed impossible. She had become so stubborn and independent that he hardly recognized his little girl. Not to say he wasn't proud beyond words but he wished she would rely on him like she use to. 

Spotting a standing cooler the hunter made heavy strides towards it before something upon a shelf caught his eye. On the shelf seemed to be the very same camera that Lyla had been checking out a moment ago. Checking the label it seemed it was an impressive replica of the antique despite the overpricing. Seeing an opportunity he scooped up the single remaining item before setting back to the task at hand. Collecting a few choice bottles from the refrigerator before making his way to the register with a prideful grin. Perhaps this trip wasn't going to be so tense after all!

Awaiting in 'Betty', her father's treasured 1968 dodge challenger, Lyla couldn't help but be browsing her phone. With her background being a rather obnoxiously fitting snapshot of the gang she couldn't help but wonder what they were up to. Hopefully Bruno wasn't being driven to the brink by the inevitable nonsense his crew always subjected him to. A sigh sounding as she couldn't help but remember how adamantly he had disliked her decision to go. 'I'll only be gone a week tops, I promise.' her words rang through her head almost painfully. Hopefully this job would be quick and clean so she wasn't made to be a liar and cause them worry. They were already going on day four just from doing the in-depth research for the case alone.

Suddenly she was torn from her thoughts by the swinging of the car door as it opened. Tucking the phone quickly into her pocket as the male plopped down into his seat with a satisfied smile. "Here, I got ya something." he said before handing her the bag which only coaxed a raised brow from the albino. Opening it up her eyes admittedly widened as she plucked the replica from the plastic. "Dad..." she huffed bashfully as she examined the device with a curious wonderment. "...Thanks." she chimed quietly with a sincere smile, Elias chuckling in unspoken victory before pulling from the lot with swelling pride. 

**----------2 hours later----------**

After a modestly uneventful car ride, aside from some overly enthusiastic karaoke on Elias' part, they arrived at the chained off gate. A metal sign tucked to the side issuing a warning to keep out because it was private property in italian. Some quick handiwork with a pair of bolt cutters ensuring their passage inside. Driving up the gravel path it wasn't long until they sat in front of their destination. The roar of the engine was quickly cut short as the duo finally reached their destination. The weather taking a grim turn as the light that once shimmered off the black coat of the vehicle was now shrouded by foreboding storm clouds. "Typical.." huffed from Lyla's lips as she stepped out to examine the property alongside her father. 

Maniero di Vecellio, A crumbling venetian villa built in the 18th century for Stefano Vecellio thanks to his growing wealth. It was said that Stefano was manically obsessed with all things beautiful. His addiction to vanity being so severe that even when he wed his bride was forced to adhere to his demands on her looks. Even the staff and caretakers of the grounds were set to nearly impossible standards under threat of punishment if they faltered. Not even the test of time, natural aging, spared people from his inexplicable wrath. Countless people, including his own wife and their fraternal twins, going missing before the man himself seemed to vanish.

"Alright, Grab the bag from the trunk and lets get started." he commanded in a habitual professionalism. Lyla moving to pop the trunk before plucking a black heavyweight canvas duffle bag from it. Packed to the brim with their essentials and a few spare toys just in case things went belly up. "You remember our rules?" his question was stern but not the least bit lacking in genuine concern. Undoing the bag just to pull out a crowbar as they approached the boarded front entrance. "Please Dad, It may have been awhile but it isn't like I could ever forget. Stay in view, keep your weapon in reach, and always have an exit in mind." 

A content nod was expressed between the two before he set to work towards getting them into the estate. Board after board being torn off with brute strength before the door was finally exposed. Plucking the Swiss army knife from her pocket she made quick work of the lock before they stepped inside. A thick scent of  dust and mildew rushed them, Lyla reaching into their bag for the pair of tactical flashlights they'd packed before clicking them to life. Immediately being followed by their weapons of choice, A pair of M1911 pistols. Loading their clips they exchanged a knowing glance before venturing to explore the home. 

Carefully Lyla and Elias seemed to wander through the entryway and past a large staircase until they seemed to locate the kitchen. Cobwebs enlaced around cabinet handles as there was no signs of movement to be had. Nothing had set foot in this place for years as evident by the lacking disturbance of settled dust. Though upon further exploring the albino managed to locate the power box for the villa. "Lets see if this works..." she mumbled before popping open the compartment and flipping the switches. Surprisingly enough bringing the entire house to life with a gentle electrical hum. 

"Well seems we got ourselves some luck kiddo!" the older male chuckled before handing her his flashlight to stow away with her own in the bag once more. "Lets set up shop in the living room and go from there." plan in mind she followed him back out to the main hall. Faint light exposing the unusually well kept interior, The decor that wasn't covered befitting a clear renaissance revival. A round table resting near a boarded window became their central base of operations. Cautious hues of ice peering around even as her father unloaded their haul of goodies for the evening. "Relax Ly, We're safe for now. Go ahead and start scoping the top floor. I'll be right behind you."

With a quick nod the albino set herself to work, Keeping her pistol close as she headed up the stairs. Her sights on a doorway located at the very top of the staircase before she cracked it open to head inside. Keeping track of the sounds around him Elias set to preparing their equipment. Thermometers, audio recorders, motion sensors, there were a great many things in the Bardot toolkit. Plucking an EMF device from the table he flicked it to life only for it to begin screeching almost immediately. Sending the seasoned hunter on high alert as he kept the device in hand and raised his weapon before turning around.

What he came to find admittedly set him off guard.

Perched upon the back of a sheet covered sofa was none other than the gift that Elias had given to Lyla. "What the f***? She didn't bring that in with her did she?..." he questioned hesitantly. The closed camera suddenly moving on its own to pop open with absurd speed, Forcing the male to jump and pull the trigger. Yet it was already too late. A blinding flash was all it took as the male's eyes suddenly became inhumanly hollow. Any movement entirely ceasing even as the shot rang out to alert the woman upstairs. "DAD?!" Feet couldn't carry her fast enough as she nearly tripped down the stairs before aiming sharply.

Tension swarmed her delicate features as she noticed him simply standing there despite her shout. "...Dad?..." she called out with skepticism as she approached with extreme caution and reached out to touch him. "What's the matter? Why'd you fire like that?" yet when she leaned to find his face terror filled her eyes. "Dad! Say something! Come on!" panic threw her off her game as he seemed almost statuesque. Those lifeless eyes sending hauntingly familiar tremors down her spine as she began to look around the room defensively. Eyes settling on a familiar camera now resting among their things that she KNEW she didn't bring in from the car. 

Her keen eye was quick enough to prompt her to start running before the pop sounded, Saving her from the first flash. A hand darted into her pocket as she pulled her cell phone out and clutched it tightly. She needed to get help, Needed to tell somebody what was happening before it was too late. Rushing into what appeared to be the dining room she spotted what seemed to be a patio door. If she could get out she could call the gang and have more backup for whatever the hell this was. Fingers clamouring to pull open the door only to spot a shadow she didn't recognize at her feet. 

A loud gasp sounded as she was just about to hit dial on the contact she was looking for. The name 'Bruno Buccellati' hanging above her favorite photo of the capo and his number. "No!" shouting from her lips as she tried to evade the flash only to be frozen in place. Eyes hollowing as tendrils of snow seemed to entirely stop in place with a final flow due to her sudden stop. The cast of briefly breaking sunlight through the clouds seeming to depict her silhouette across the elongated table. The ominously floating camera phasing through the window to take its place upon the floor at her feet.

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02/12/2019 09:38 PM 

Requiem

Drip, Drip, Drip.

Shadows reigned within the stillness of the void as a contrasting porcelain figure seemed to be slumped upon the onyx floor. Tresses of wavy snow veiled the petite figure's visage entirely, motionless, as she seemed to be ensnared by slumber. Yet from the blackness a muffled yet haunting voice seemed to beckon in a hushed whisper to the girl. "Get up." There was no signs of reaction as the once pitch black surroundings began to show faint swirls of something just beyond comprehension. "Get. Up." The voice seemed to grow in strength and.. annoyance? The movement just beyond becoming ominous by the way a vibrant haze of crimson seemed to creep along the floor towards her. 

Once again it was met with nary a motion before the fog seemed to finally surround the comatose woman. The phenomenon slowly taking a transparent shape resembling that of a towering feminine figure. Though there was no other defining features beyond the tendril that extended and seemed to form a hand. Snaking beneath the veil of hair to pluck the figure from the floor violently before it seemed to draw even closer to her. A plume of the eerie shape seeming to draw close to the unconscious visage before a shriek seemed to bellow from the entity. 

"GET UP OR YOU'RE GOING TO DIE!"

[Unknown location, 12:50am]

Drip, Drip, Drip.

Eyes shot open in a gasp revealing icy hues filled with sheer adrenaline, A chill finding her skin from the surrounding air that only served to force her senses to life. The first thing to greet her was an overwhelming pain, The deep breath she'd taken causing a hoarse cough to expell from her lungs. Her entire body ached as though she'd been cast beneath a stampede and left for dead. Trying to move only to discover herself bound by sturdy straps that showed no signs of giving to her desperate struggling. Peering further down her clearly bruised body only more horrors seemed to await her as IVs peppered her entire form. Secured in place with medical tape. Crimson flowing from the needles and into a bag nearby as cruel recollection finally dawned upon the girl. 

Panic swelled her heart as she began to examine the room beyond her holding cell with persistent diligence. It was barely lit as the faint lighting exposed several metallic tables in front of her. Instruments of medical malevolence lining the walls upon makeshift shelves alongside various bottles of medications. This was the work of someone who had been clearly doing this for quite some time, Someone frighteningly organized. Her mind trailed to only a single name despite how it had served to only quicken the sense of panic already instilled upon her. She had to get out of here... and fast.  Otherwise she'd never see the light of day again.

Despite her exhaustion it didn't take long to assess that her binds had just the slightest hint of slack. Someone clearly missing the mark in gauging the size of her wrists could very well be the edge she needed. Though first she'd have to improvise. Glancing to one of the needles in her wrist the connected tube seemed to bend at an odd angle to slightly tug against the tape. Clenching her jaw to remain silent she began to jerk and thrash her wrist despite the needle digging into her flesh. Withholding her hisses of pain until finally fresh droplets of blood cascaded down her arm. With intense focus her optics followed the unusually shifting liquid, As though it moved with a mind of its own.

A thread of crimson soon began to build into a modest sized orb until it took to seeping beneath her binding. Swiftly shifting until it took on the shape of a basic blade and cut through the material in one fell swoop. Bringing the wrist to her mouth she pulled the remaining tape away with her teeth to finally free herself of the aggravating IV. Repeating this frantic endeavor with the remainder of her bindings until she was finally free to move. Plucking away the last of the vile needles in her skin before using the same trick to undo the lock of her cage. Coming to her feet she felt the sudden onset of looming dizziness succumb her for only a moment before she stepped out. 

With no indication of cameras part of her mind wondered with suspicion why this place seemed so.. empty. Though once she set foot towards the door it seemed to open on its own, Coming face to face with incredibly wide eyes upon her. "Hey! Get the f*** back in there!" the male barked as he lifted his weapon to her face. She had no choice. Dipping low with a pained wince she swept her leg behind his own, Prompting the man to fire a shot as he clumsily fell back. Hand outreaching to grab the underside of the rifle and yank it from his hands just before he hit the ground. The alabaster figure stepping above him to bring the butt of the weapon down upon his head before it was silent once more. 

"Sh*t." tiredly huffed from her lips as she peered down the hallways for any signs of reinforcement. It wouldn't be long before somebody was going to come running from the sound of gunfire. Yet a maze of halls sat before her, Mind desperately deliberating until something seemed to drive her instincts. Like somehow she already knew the path and it chanted repetitively in her mind: Left, Left, Right, Upward Staircase, Right, Left. Casting suspicion aside in panic of being caught the woman's bare feet rushed across the concrete. The faint sounds of her heels grazing the floor barely echoed the halls as she trekked with extreme caution. 

Holding her still slightly bleeding wrist just in case trouble surprised her along the way she followed the path. Sneaking past doorways until she finally reached the upward staircase, Just a bit further. Stepping quietly the woman ascended until she caught a glimpse of a pair of labelled displays along with a haunting insignia. Backing her assumptions of the culprits of her kidnapping to the letter, Aeternum, they'd never cease their vile hunting of people like her. Burying her fury down she took the next right only to hear the faint sounds of voices within her path. Quickly darting behind what appeared to be a large trash bin as she held her breath and desperately hoped they'd just pass by. 

Footsteps seemed to fade along with the voices before she finally peered just barely from beneath the corner. Coast was clear. Hesitantly she returned to her feet before darting for the final reach of her memory. Coming to a pair of doors that looked to lead to a parking garage of sorts. With any luck she could slip out unnoticed amidst some parked cars and make a getaway. Knowing the first thing she'd be doing was finding a phone and reaching out to Bruno. It occured to her that she hadn't even thought about how long she'd been in captivity. God only knows the state he must have been in, Though another hoped he'd put faith in her. To not have done anything hasty in her absence to put him in the line of danger. 

Slipping through the door she ducked behind the closest vehicle she could reach and began to look around for an exit. It didn't take long for a familiar chill to run up her spine as she lurked from the shadows. The sensation of eyes upon her being second nature before the sound of quietly prowling pads caught her ears. Her body immediately turned to outstretch a pole of blood between her and a fresh set of razor sharp fangs. Snarling and snapping around the construct as Lyla quickly kicked it away and took off. "F***ing shade hounds! Really?!" she huffed as eyes scanned frantically for an exit or at least a place to lose them.

Yet she'd sooner find herself being tackled to the ground by a blindsiding packmate of the first. Fresh maw clenching onto her shoulder viciously as Lyla cried out before the creature would find himself being pincushioned by the fresh blood pooling in its mouth. "Get off me!" she snarled with struggle as the spikes retracted and caused the beast to tumble lifelessly to the ground. White gown drastically being stained by the newly acquired wound as she felt herself struggling. Another pair seemed to repeat the action as they brought down their desired prey to her knees. A swarm of growling snapping maws piling atop of the woman until she couldn't even be seen anymore from the droves of unnaturally pitch black fur. 

'We're not done yet, Stupid girl.'

A wave of yelps filled the corridor with an echo as every body was slashed back in a single motion. The girl standing from the carnage with vibrant ruby optics that held an ominous intention behind them. The smell of iron permeating the surrounding area just as the security guards arrived within the garage. Weapons at the ready as that glance casted upon them without a sign of remorse but... sadistic glee. "You would do well to put those down before you lack the option." An ice woven threat sounded as she pointed the dripping long blade their way. Whatever compassion Lyla once possessed had now faded away to an entirely different force, An all too familiar monster. 

As scared fools always did they used their toys to try and prove themselves assertive with excessive force. A sigh leaving her lips as the triggers were pulled, Prompting a slow stride towards them. As much as they fired it seemed none found their marks to be reaching the stalking woman. Horrified glances watching as their bullets simply fell from mid-air amidst the crimson haze. Unaware each casing only connected with miniscule discs of blood produced by the excess of the essence in the atmosphere. Growing impatient the woman finally took off into a sprint as her lips curled into a remarkably unsettling smile.

"You should have ran.~"

The sounds of parting flesh and gurgled screams were a constant as the maiden flowed from body to body. A dance performed to the requiem of the poor souls who dared not to heed her warnings. White strands quickly being stained pink by the haphazard sprays of her victims as she sang contently to the melody of struggled breathing. "Saigner!" The battle ended almost as swiftly as it had begun, The garage looking as though a war had taken place. Clearly it was thoroughly one-sided. Yet amidst the seemingly possessed woman's showboating she hadn't realized another coming behind her. A hand quickly jabbing another needle into the crook of her neck before she gasped and turned to counter. 

Plucking the syringe from her flesh those crimson optics seemed to be slowly losing their luster as the adrenaline was forcibly de-escalating at a dangerous rate. Red orbs seeming to slowly shift back to docile pools of frosted blue that were quickly glazing over. Trying to keep herself ready as she searched for her assailant only for whatever she'd been injected with to take its toll. Lyla's body losing all control of itself as she collapsed, both from complete exhaustion and loss of blood, as she shivered upon the floor. Fighting to keep her eyes open as a towering figure seemed to finally approach her with a crooked smile. "You are a sight to behold lovely, Seems you may be of more use to me than the others." 

The voice was hardly recognizable as she felt her eyes growing far too heavy in her present state. Unable to fight as she felt herself being picked up by someone or something, Trying so hard to will her body to resist. The darkness quickly threatened to consume her again as she could only catch faint mumbling now. "Take her... And make sure the dose is... Otherwise you'll end up like them..." consciousness was fleeting at an alarming rate. Yet only one final cohesive thought bounced through her mind as she fell unconscious once more before being carried back through the garage doors. 

'...I'm so sorry Bruno.'

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01/28/2019 03:02 PM 

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