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Post by An0nymou5 on May 18, 2016 1:06:21 GMT -7
Nightmare: it is what human call a bad recollection base on the trauma that they had been through appear in their dream, leaving some of them to suddenly woke up from their slumber in cold sweat. Usually Anonymous is the one who can give people nightmare as a form of punishment of the crime they've committed. However, ever since the incident at the Myrtle Lake, he had been plague with these vivid dream that would interrupt his nightly slumber. Every night is the same: the image of blood, crying and screaming, and the look of terror on everyone's faces. Because of this, Anonymous hasn't had much sleep for the past few days, and the sleep-deprive had started to affect him in unexpected way.
And so tonight, way pass people's bedtime, he decided to venture out, hoping the walk can finally brought some peace to his mind. He find himself standing on the roof top of a tall apartment, staring at the clear night sky above. Even though summer is around the corner, the night is still give off a cool breeze that would chill anyone without proper clothing. But Anonymous doesn't mind it; he taken in a deep breath of the cold air, and feel his mind slowly calm itself down. It is then from the silence that he begin to contemplated about every that had happened to him.
He took out the silver coin that he always carrying around his pocket and begin to stare at it. He turned the silver side over to reveal the dry blood-stain flip-side. The sight of this side reminded him of the nightmare he had for the past few days. His mind begin to wander, as the coin brought up a certain feeling that he believe he had forgotten all this time: sadness. He clutched the coin as he closed his eyes; perhaps this might bring some closure to his mind, and he can finally sleep in peace.
This thought was distracting him that he didn't even noticed another present is close-by.
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Post by Hellhound on May 25, 2016 15:30:36 GMT -7
OOC: Sorry for the long wait on the post " I wasn't stalking your child, ma'am! She's just that hot!" shout Hellhound, dodging numerous things being thrown at him. Quickly maneuvering through the apartment of what he thought was a single mother and her beautiful teen daughter, Hellhound knew from the moment when frighten, but angered eyes stare daggers at him as he was cuddling the wealthy child, he had to make his escape, he just didn't count on a muscular build man hovering behind his tiny wife, already wielding a shotgun at hand! As the mother throw glass and pots at the intruder, the father hold out the gun at the creepy, bloody red mutt ready to fire at any given command while the daughter cry out to both of her parents, covering her almost naked body with blankets and yell at excuses as to why her position was were it was; even with the sorry excuses, the parents still continue their attack on the strange super. Hellhound chuckle under his frighten breath when his paws finally grip hold of his alter form clothes before eyeing an open window that he left opened when he first visit there. His legs bolt at the escape when a suddenly click from the gun went off...then BANG! The bullets spread across the room, damaging items that was nearby sending it flying in the small room, leaving only broken stands and massive holes remaining in their place; however, the father wasn't aiming his thoughts on the torn room alike his crying and screaming wife, but instead a body left in his awakening but nothing come even close to resemble a body! His confuse stare hard and carefully once more but still nothing. That was until a familiar laughter echoes within the ruins when a shadow begin to rise from the dirty floor until its figure complete itself into Hellhound, unharmed and clean from the blast. " Wow! You almost hit me right there... Not gonna lie, buddy, but you did almost give me a heart attack." Hellhound frown, dusting himself off as he leap on the cut out window. His red eyes turn back at the shaken family as a wicked smile paint on his face, then wink at the still crying teen girl. " See ya later honey bun, but next time give me the time when your parents come home. OK?" And with that, after the father aim and fire his gun, Hellhound dive out of the apartment to the iron railing outside, climbing it upwards before reaching the rooftops of the brick stone building. Scurrying on top of the building quadrupedal, Hellhound continue to echo his laughter at the unfolded events until he was far from the place, leaving his face disappointment and scared. He wasn't lying to the guy, he almost had a heart attack back there at the firing shots aiming straight for him, possibly wanted him dead without a single hesitant, but have he done to deserve that?! He have seen her parents before, even introduce himself weeks before in this dog form, so why did they shoot up the place to get him? Well, whatever the reason, he won't be dating her again nor be welcome back at the place. Another potently girlfriend flush down the drain...again. His arms and legs halt as he catch his breath and waits for his beating heart to slow for a bit, letting the cool breeze of the night wash over him while he sit down on an AC. Rising his head, the young teen take single glimpse at the arsenal of beautiful lights below him, counting the zooming cars passing by and the tiny figures of the civilians traveling about to their families, wishing he too can visit his family, but around this time his father won't be home. It was alright, though, since he already out here just waiting for something to happen. Maybe it was destiny or just plain luck, the strange feeling of someone near engulf him as his eyes avert towards a rather creepy figure laying near him, forcing him to leap on his feet to...to...what the hell is that?!
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Post by An0nymou5 on May 29, 2016 2:53:22 GMT -7
After a few moment of silence, Anonymous finally noticed someone’s thought enter his head. He opened his eyes and turned to his side where the present was sensed. What he saw was a red dog-like creature that looked like something out of the depth of hell: sharp horns and ears with long thin tail along with demonic tattoos. Anonymous just looked at such creature, not with fear or horror, but rather intrigue and curiosity.
“Is this a hallucination derived from my restless night and my twisted mind, came to torment me from my wickedness?” he asked himself, “Nah; my mind wouldn’t creature something like this to torment me, and I feel no regret of my action to begin with anyway.” It wasn’t the first strange dog-creature super that he saw, so at the very least he would expect something similar would fit a super profile.
“Well aren’t you a sight to be seen,” he formed a smile across his face and stared at the creature, “what bring you out here so late at night? If you’re not careful, someone might mistake you for a monster.”
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Post by Hellhound on Jun 3, 2016 23:01:58 GMT -7
Hellhound stare long and hard at the strange thing. Is is a ghost? Is it a creepy cosplayer at night? Well, whatever it is, it's really freaky looking at appear out and about, definitely creeping around on top of roof tops like it's stalking someone. The young hero take a tiny step towards it, but he halt as his red eyes tries to capture every inch of his body; however, what he tries to found was his face, but not a single human like feature was even present, not even the gloomy moon light can capture an illusion of this creature, although it does ring a moment of thought: where have he seen him before? Before he could even stir up a thought, the ghost like thing soon speak. Its words, though, did leave a sudden frown about the teen's muzzle. "You shouldn't be talking," he remark, crossing his arms. "And I'm a late sleeper, but you shouldn't be out here since someone else might mistake you as a...whatever that close resemble you."
Even though the guy doesn't seem like a criminal, he must not let his guard down.
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Post by An0nymou5 on Jun 5, 2016 12:11:28 GMT -7
Anonymous chuckled from what the strange creatures said to him; he was rather surprise that this one could talk, unlike the other Wolfie who just growl and bite. To be fair, this beast has a point: if anyone would saw Anonymous right now, they will scream and run away in fear. Guess it was a weird coincidence that the two of them somehow find themselves sharing the same roof-top to contemplating about stuff.
Anonymous just sat there, looking right at the creature, listening in to its surface thought so he could understand the real reason this creature find itself in this roof-top. The situation he got was laughable: he didn’t really think this thing could be such a lover-boy. Observing the event transpired, Anonymous couldn’t help but laugh at how silly the whole thing was.
“What can I say, the night is just too beautiful to ignore. Figured I ventured out, observing the city’s night life, and pursuing my favorite past-time when I’m bored. Unlike you, boy, I don’t spend my time fooling around with other people and got chase away by an angry dad.”
Though this creature isn’t being hostile toward him, Anonymous still need to keep his guard up. He’s already tired from the lack of sleep, so he might not be much effective in a direct one-on-one conflict. Beside, this creature isn’t guilty of anything other than giving someone a broken-heart, so he isn’t worth the effort of punishment anyway.
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Post by Hellhound on Jun 23, 2016 10:46:49 GMT -7
Even the sudden chuckle made the teen take a small tilt at his head, confuse of what was so funny to the guy, but the consider of it didn't bother him for too late, letting the phantom take the current time to be his weird and creepy self until the chuckle until a full on laughter. For that, things really did feel like it he's interviewing a ghost; and that is saying much! When the ghost was first speaking, Hellhound just keep a steady, happy mind as his eyes roll and forcing out a heavy sigh from the ghost's "fancy" poem on night gazing at his leisure time, but his eyes swirl back down at the creature at the mentioning of an angry dad for his remaining voice. "What? What did you just say?!" he growl, baring fangs at the suited creature. Was...was he stalking him? Why was he take notice of him? And does he know about what his locate before this place? Whatever the question may be, this guy won't answer them, but then again if he does, he may tell him lies. In a split second, the paranoid Hellhound swap out his flames build up through his fist. "What did you say?" he echo, baring his fangs. "If I was you, I'd choose my next words carefully."
He knew that he lacks to sound threatening, but actions speaks louder than words, and this guy is really pushing him to commit punching him in the throat...or whatever the dude have!
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Post by An0nymou5 on Jun 24, 2016 0:43:59 GMT -7
Anonymous simply smiled at the creature’s inquiry and its ability to create fire out of its hand. Obviously this creature must be either part of the Bulwark or the Pandaemonium, since they’ve known to be quite aggressive in their method. If this is the case, Anonymous need to pay extra attention to him in case he decided to went crazy or hostile toward him.
“Come now, boy,” he said to the creature as he snapped his finger, “there’s no need for that.”
As he snapped his finger, his power began to influence the creature’s senses: to its eyes, the flame in its hand would begin to slowly fade away until nothing is left of it. If the flame emitted heat from them, Anonymous can easily null the feeling in its hand so that it can no longer detect the flame’s heat anymore. Despite the fact that the flame is still there, from the creature’s point of view the fire simply went out at the snap of his finger. If the creature decided to make more flame out of its body, Anonymous can easily replicate the similar effect.
“As you can already see, I am rather tired tonight, so let’s not bring down the whole neighborhood with your flame unless you want to set the whole place on fire tonight.”
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