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Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 23, 2004 12:40:04 GMT -8
((Ha! I am addicted to roleplaying.))
Dust if off, dust it off. The cold gray eyes watched the people walking by outside. Emotion didn't fall out from them at every angle. His heart didn't flutter when he saw a beautiful girl walking by--that was when he appeared the utmost emotionless.
It's all about materialistic possesion for everyone. There was no bag marked from a discount store. Everything had it's price.
It was sickening to the twenty-one year old to watch the women stop in front of a jewelry store window, pull out their charge card, and walk in. The meaning meant nothing to them. The want surpassed every thing that held them back.
Ripping his glance from the passer-byers, he stared down at his hot chocolate. Steam lifted to his face. The taste was exquisite--or so he'd heard. He never tasted the liquid, not exactly. He just experienced the sweet scent.
His eyes wandered around the small little shop. Coffee was the only distinct thing he could pull out of the place. The people blended together with smiles. A different taste of New York City some would say--a little more welcoming. A little less commotion for a city that stays awake till the early hours of the morning, and taste their coffee in the early afternoon.
He smiled faintly, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. Hat hair, the demon of everyones day. The cold should be murdered. The gel wasn't holding the shape, and hair spray only made him seem gay.
Excitement wasn't arising in this city. Just the normal people, with their normal credit cards, exceeding their normal limit.
Welcome to New York City.
Welcome to Ryan Evans life.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 28, 2004 0:03:49 GMT -8
Sitting in a chair in the coffee shop was a tall man dressed in black. He had a turtleneck, with his pants and his 'fancy' shoes. He had a prim moustache-it was narrow and only above his lip, not even touching his nose. He also had a triangle beard with the flat side touching the bottom lip, and the point touching his chin. He wore sunglasses, large black sunglasses and had a shaved dome. Through the sunglasses black heartless eyes watched Ryan Evans.
Meet the lighter half of the Son of Satan-Beelzebub. The Doppelganger Syndrome was real-his darker half was somewhere in Africa, being worshipped as a devil god.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 28, 2004 9:15:32 GMT -8
Taking a chance, he lifted the hot cup of chocolate to his lips, tasting its sweetness. It wasn't all everyone claimed it to be. Just some chocolate, melted in with some milk, heated to "perfection". Any idiot could do it.
A stare could be felt from across the room--or maybe just seats away. He didn't let his eyes wander to the person or thing, he just had the feeling someone else was there. But then again, it was a coffee shop, many people stared at there surroundings. He just probably happened to be sitting in its view.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 28, 2004 21:33:20 GMT -8
His gaze never shifted. He took in the scent of the coffee, and licked his lips slightly, as he watched Ryan Evans-his target; drink his hot chocolate. Finally, he took a move-standing up and moving to Evans' table. He sat down in the opposite chair.
"Hello. How are you today?"
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Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 28, 2004 21:53:32 GMT -8
The world turned uncomfortable as the man sat across from him, speaking to him. He arched an eyebrow, staring.
Never talk to men in a moustache with a triangle beard.
Ryan glanced around the shop, thinking the words weren't directed at him. Swirling throught his mind, were the words Excuse me, but have you looked in the mirror lately? Did you not get the memo about dressing to impress?
He adjusted the button on the sleeve of his white dress shirt. "I'm just fine." He didn't ask how the man before him was. That would lead into a conversation, a conversation Ryan Evans was not about to just dive right into.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 28, 2004 22:27:12 GMT -8
"You are reluctant to speak to me, Mr. Evans," said Beelzebub, never removing his gaze, nor moving at all. "I can see why, considering your past experiences with... hmm... strangers-let's put it like that." Beelzebub arched his eyebrows, as in deep thought, then his facial hair formed into a goatee.
"You have been fortunate, but your greatest match is to come, Mr. Evans. I am here to help you, and to guarantee your survival."
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Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 29, 2004 9:31:15 GMT -8
"What?" Ryan said staring at the man. "I think it's not wise of you to drink so early in the day. But let me guess, you're going to tell he you're God or something, right? Well, buddy, let me tell you something. I don't believe in that shit. So let's just leave it at that, and call it a day, shall we?"
Ryan stood, grabbing his coat draped over the chair he'd been sitting in.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 13:14:52 GMT -8
In an instant, Beelzebub was in front of Ryan Evans, though there had been no perceptible action of his getting up and moving in front of Ryan Evans. "No. I am not a god. I used to be. But then I got divided into half, so here I am, to help the good side."
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Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 29, 2004 15:27:53 GMT -8
"And I'm the good side? Look, buddy, I don't know what you are on or what you are talking about. So could you just step aside, and let me by?"
The man was beginning to creep Ryan out. Good side, in half? He wasn't a big fan of supernatural things. He read Paradise Lost he knows how Satan wanted to overthrow God and they had a battle, and Satan was banished to Hell. He wanted more, and Paradise was eventually lost.
The halves thing, it lost him. He understood there was a good side and a bad side to each person. He also knew, "A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself. Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven."
So this man before him, he couldn't mess with Ryan's mind telling him he was a god; only add to the mess it already is.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 18:04:33 GMT -8
Beelzebub checked his watch. "Oh shit. The DLHs will be here soon. We have to go!" He grabbed Ryan's arm, and began to drag him out of the cafe.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 29, 2004 19:10:05 GMT -8
"The what now?" Ryan almost fell over his own feet as he was pulled out of the small cafe.
"Dude, you really gotta calm yourself. You aren't making sense."
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 20:26:01 GMT -8
Beelzebub muttered, "Why are they always repressed or in denial?!" To Evans, "The Demonic Liaison Hunters. They hunt down demons who have turned. They're after me. Normally, I'd teleport out, but you're here, and I don't have the power to mass-transit anymore." He kept dragging Evans down the street. "Every week, I keep having to move because of these goddamn hunters. This time, though, I teleported to a demon bar, and heard your name through the system. So I've come to seek your help." They were about 2 blocks away from the cafe.
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Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 29, 2004 21:04:06 GMT -8
"Demon Bar, what? I think you've been watching the Sci-Fi channel too much. It's time to come out of your shell. There's a whole new world on MTV and Spike."
He tried keeping with the man. He had to, unless he wanted to loose an arm. This wasn't part of his plan for the day. This was all too much.
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Post by taliesin on Dec 29, 2004 21:24:46 GMT -8
There was a resounding crash behind them. Beelzebub stopped, sighed, and turned. He could hear the shrieks and screams now. "That'll be the Hunters now," he said. Beelzebub muttered to himself, but audibly and clearly enough for Evans to hear, "End of the road, Beelzebub."
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Post by behindTHEmask on Dec 29, 2004 21:34:17 GMT -8
"You mind telling me why crazy hunter men are after you?" Ryan asked yanking them both into an alley, pulling along the man attached to him into hiding.
"I'm not one for charity till I hear the tale."
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