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The Four horsmen of the apocolipse are charged with Job Incompetiance and gross misconduct by the council of saints. The result, was the discharge of the four horsemen, in other words they were fired from their jobs. The Horsemen are now forced to live in the worst place they could imagine, New York city, New York. Forced to live as humans now the horsemen have to contend with the fact no one knows who they are, or what they are. To make matters even worse. Their next door neighbors are the archangel Michael, and Lucifer.
The crazed four horsemen must learn how to live lives just like the humans do, how to fight the urges humans have, or how to sedate them even. Hunger, thirst, shelter, companionship, perhaps even the use of the bathroom. All of this is new to them. Ontop of all their human issues as a group each horsemen has their own issues to deal with as well.
How will the four horsemen get through their lives as mortals? Will they ever be known as the four horsemen ever again? Will Lucifer or Michael perhaps drive them crazy?
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[center Famine The youngest of the group. Famine fights with Pica, and goes weeks or months without any actual food in her system. Her family, or others within their little group somehow manage to get her to eat, but its very rare that she actually eats healthy. She also fights with a controlling boyfriend.]
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[center Pestilence The oldest in the group. Pestilence Fights with Atlantis Complex, a psychosis commonly found in young adults. The symptoms include Obsessive compulsive behavior, Paranoia, and Myltipe personality disorder. The disease isn't fatel, but uncurable. Pestilence is also fighting with being an alcoholic.]
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[center War The middle in the group of girls. War fights with anger issues and Bipolar disorder. War is mostly found on the streets in fight clubs and such, only having Death pull her away from it most of the time. War also happens to be fighting a very strong Order Compulsive disorder.]
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[Center Death, The only male within the group. Death fights with depression and suicidal tendencies. He's come close repeatedly to killing himself, but his sisters or some other member of their little group seems to always be saving his life. He also fights with an abusive use of morphine along with his secret life of being a homosexual.]
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[center 1. All ES rules apply.]
[center 2. This is a slice of life rp, Yes there will be fighting, but no there will be no killing.]
[center 3. Pics are to be artish please, not exactly anime, not exactly real.]
[center 4. I'd prefer a decent length of writing, but I'm not picky all I ask is you give me and those in the Rp something to work with.]]
[center 5. This is not a first come first serve Rp, I must ask you fill out a skeleton and send it to me Via Pm. The pm is to be titled with your Favorite fruit.]
[center 5. As I feel this story progresses I will be throwing more characters into the mix, so stay toned incase you don't get a spot.]
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[center [b Puppetmaster:] A link to your profile, not fully linked]
[center [b Name:] Your character's human name.]
[center [b Age:] 20+ They are all adults after all]
[center [b Role:] Which Role is your character? Lucifer? Michael? One of the four Horsemen?]
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[center [b Name:] Alric Le Padre]
[center [b Age:] 23]
[center [b Role:] Death]
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[center [b Puppetmaster:] [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=53172 Avix]]
[Center [b Name:] Donna Mars]
[Center [b Age:] 27]
[center [b Role:] War]
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[center [b Name:] Anzu Mori]
[center [b Age:] 29]
[Center [b Role:] Pestilence]
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[center [b Puppetmaster:] [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=53566 Seachelsita]]
[center [b Name:] Desirae Allen]
[center [b Age:] 23]
[center [b Role:] Famine]
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[center [b Puppetmaster:] [http://rp.eliteskills.com/u.php?u=40960 Jaie_Scarlet]]
[center [b Name:] Lucian McAlester]
[center [b Age:] 30]
[center [b Role:] Lucifer]
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[center [b Archangel Micheal]]
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Donna mind flared up in red but she started tapping her fingers quickly in their usual rhythm.
[i Tap, Tap. Tap, Tap.]
Her mind slowed, but only enough for her to get some words out.
"[#9d1028 [b You both shouldn't be sitting around in the hall anyway. Drinking and eating petals by the look of it.]]" She looked her youngest sister in the eyes and then up to the flower in her hair already missing more petals than the one that she said the stranger took. She looked over at her other sister who sat on the stairs not looking at her but instead looking down where the beer bottle had hit and shattered. Donna felt the tapping at her side getting more fast paced, the only time she stopped was for a brief second between the two taps. She took two deep breaths and licked her top and bottom lip, dry and getting ready to crack.
"[#9d1028 [b Can you both just come inside and we can eat something while waiting for Alric to get back? I'll make whatever you want.]]"
Donna opened the door and left it open, though she wanted to shut it to make it two. Open and close out there and open and close inside. She waited a full two seconds before shutting the door. Her body instantly stopped craving and she stared at it blankly. They all were dealing with their illnesses in their own ways. Donna knew that if she hadn't fought that day she would have probably flown off the handle and yelled at Anzu for throwing the bottle and Desirae for eating random shit again. But that was an argument that she just wasn't willing to have. Her body was finally starting to hurt and her condition was getting worse. Her fingers still tapped the rhythm on her legs as she walked to the kitchen to start some form of food.
Lucian smirked to himself as he sipped at his drink. Watching as the male walked past his table. Placing his drink down on the table he stood up and headed towards the bar. Sitting down on the bar stool and listening to the endless chatter of the annoying humans. He looked for some entertainment. Watching as a male kept touching a woman that was sitting next to him, he shook his head [i Idiot men. They do not know when to stop] he thought to himself as he caught the attention of the bartender. Placing an order for a whole bottle of whiskey, he waited patiently before he intervened [b "Hey! Little guy the lady has said no about a millions times. Do you not understand the English language or do you prefer to speak asshole instead??"] he asked as he nodded his head at the bartender as they placed his bottle infront of him. Feeling the man place his hand on his shoulder [i Oh I love when they want to have a fight] he thought as he shrugged the mans hand off his shoulder. Taking his left hand he swung it as hard as he could and aimed straight for the males nose. Watching as the blood sputtered from out of his nose and he stumbled back before he passed out. Lucian laughed as he poured himself a glass of whiskey and knocked it back.
Getting the attention of the bartender again, he requested for a drink to be sent back for Alric but made sure to tell her it was from an admirer. He chuckled as he watched the bartender walk away. Looking over at the female that sat beside him, he gave her a heart melting smile. He knew who was going to warm his bed tonight.
[b "What the fuck.... That was my pretty flower!"] She muttered to herself as she watched the man walk down the stairs and to his car. She was planning on keep that one. She pulled it from her hair to look to see if she needed to go find another one. Sometimes one missing petal can ruin the look of the look of a rose. She took a deep breath as she looked back at her sister. "Well, normally I get shit shoved down my throat if any of you figure out that I haven't eaten for weeks." She growled softly before she eyes looked in the direction of her other sister exiting the apartment to be with the two of them.
She sighed softly and looked at the rose in her hand. [b "He pulled a petal from my pretty rose...."] She took a moment more before she slipped it back into her hair. She didn't like the thought of someone taking her petals. She bit her bottom lip as she let her eyes wander around. There was something familiar about the man, but she couldn't exactly put a finger on it.
It was perfect sitting on top of the staircase, it was quiet, no one was pestering her, she was alone, and the current personality was in a good shape. At least everything was going well, till another bout of paranoia hit her; this time it was about actively being watched by someone. Turning around, there was no one outside staring at her. But perhaps someone inside their apartment was actively watching her, but she wasn't doing anything really interesting. Or maybe she was just overreacting, perhaps someone was about to exit their apartment when they saw something on the staircase, and before exiting their apartment decided to check it out; each apartment had a lens which one could see through to see what was on the other side of the door.
Turning back to relaxation, someone at the bottom had come in. She could hear their footsteps come closer and closer to the steps until they suddenly stopped, and she thought she heard someone whispering shit. Once the person actually came into view, it turned out to be her sister Desirae, and most likely she had been eating something that humans wouldn't consider food. Desirae would most likely be worrying about her trying to force feed her regular food, but at least right now she didn't give a damn what Desirae ate. [+purple "Nothing much really, if that's what you're asking. And here's a tip, if you at least want to hide the fact that you've been eating something other than food, do a better job of hiding it. Otherwise, I honestly could care less what you ate."] Followed by another swig from the bottle.
And then there was the sound of a door opening behind her, followed by footsteps which came up to the two of them and stopped where the two of them were. All of a sudden the bottle that had been in her hands was taken out, followed by a comment on how shitty it tasted, before returning it empty to her. Next, the guy took a rose petal out of Desirae's hand and made a comment on how much better it tasted, before running off downstairs and out the building.
She was left speechless for awhile, all this that had happened was still taking sometime to make its way through her head. Donna came up and asked a question which also brought her out of her deep thought. [+purple "To put it simply, some guy comes down, insults both of us, before running off to whoever the hell knows where."] A wave of frustration had built up, the released wave was Anzu taking the bottle and throwing it down the stairs. [+purple "And how the hell does he know our names?"]
Donna finished in the bathroom, the salve cooling the buzz of the wounds and calming her mind. It was hard, living in this God forsaken world was so hard. She looked in the mirror and tapped it once, twice and turned off the light.
She stepped into the empty apartment and sighed gently. She was really stand offish with her sister and even her brother. But she was always defensive after a fight knowing that everyone was trying to get her to quit. But what would she do instead? Get a job? Dance? Sell her body? She would turn from fighting to killing in a second, maybe two seconds. The other's didn't understand the itch that got into her. How bad it could get. How the only time her mind was quiet, the only time she wasn't ticking, was when she was fighting. It was what she was made to do.
Donna shook her head to one side, then the other before walking outside the apartment. Her sisters both sat there, their faces showing that something obviously unpleasant happened. She felt her back stiffen, multiple possibilities flooding into her head and a red mist starting to form in the back of her mind.
"[#9d1028 [b What? What happened?]]"
Alric had heard the crowed as it cheered for Tony. Of course the man always gave them a show and it was usually hard to follow up, but that had set the male's resolve even more so then before. He was the horsemen of death, he had defied time along with his sisters. It had always been the three of them against the world even when they didn't get along the family always stuck together.
having the quick flash of lights from the stage hit his eyes as tony pushed the curtain to the side Alric pulled his hand up to cover his eyes.
[b "Hey alric, that guy is here again."] came Tony's voice across a slightly blurry vision. Who was this guy that his partner was talking about? It couldn't be Michael he would still be away on a trip for business. It was like he wasn't home at all lately which in Alric's mind was a good thing. He had no stalkers that he knew of for the most part, here and there were a few, but they never stayed around long.
It left a fowl taste in his mouth not knowing who was here that Tony knew came every night. Stepping out onto the stage Alric had chosen a song most people wouldn't expect. He was playing dare devil tonight by changing up his normal dancing. He had instead chosen Order more by G-easy and Starrah.
Removing first slowly his shirt the male eventually worked down to his underwear that he had chosen knowing he was going to be up here for the night. Stepping out into the crowed Alric had gone right past Lucian's table to a group of women. Giving one attention and pulling her to the stage alric finished up a few minutes later just as the song closer by Nine inch nails finished. Stepping into the back and putting back on his cloths Alric stepped off the stage and behind the bar to help out for the rest of the night. His mind racing from seeing Lucian at his work.
Lucian arched his eyebrow at the slight commotion from across the all. he had left his door unlocked so the blonde would let themselves out. And he knew that no one would be stupid enough to steal anything from inside his apartment. Jogging down the stairs while twirling his keys around his finger. He came to a stop as he caught sight of Anzu and Desirae, letting a small smirk slip onto his lip he pushed open the door to the entrance of the apartment. He tilted his head to the side as he hopped down the stairs. Taking the bottle out of Anzu's hand [ b"You have more. So do not complain."] he muttered before he tilted the bottle up to his lips and drank the contents. [b "God this shit tastes like sewer water. You really need to upgrade your alcohol selection"] he said as he placed the empty bottle on the railings of the stairs. He turned his attention towards Desirae, lifting his hand he plucked a petal from the rose in her hair [b "These taste better in a tea or even more alcohol"] he whispered popping the petal into his mouth. Chewing on the petal he walked towards his car, clicking the unlock button he climbed into his Camaro. Smirking he slipped the key into the ignition and the car roared to life. Laughing to himself, he shifted the car into drive and tore out of the parking spot. Stepping on the gas as he turned up the radio, cracking his neck to the side he headed for the only other place he liked causing havoc, Alric's job.
Pulling into a parking spot, he climbed out of his car and locked the doors. Slipping his keys into his pocket he ran his fingers through his hair and smirked as he walked inside. Rolling his shoulders as he found a seat in the middle of the place. Watching the people around him he tilted his head to the side and wondered who would be coming home with him tonight. Crossing his legs as he leaned back in his seat preparing for the show to come.
Picking a rose from a bush, she carefully pushing it through her hair and rested the stem on her ear. Pulling another one out she smiled to herself as she started walking again, this time she was actually going to go home. She waved silently to older brother Alric as he walked to his work. Desirae knew exactly what he did, but didn't say anything. She liked knowing what everyone did. She was the youngest in the family, but she had a motherly eye. She wanted and needed to know what everyone was doing and that they were safe, even though she didn't like the idea of Donna fighting, or Alric dancing for money. It was their lives, she just needed to know where to find them if she needed to.
She plucked a petal off the rose, folding it in her one hand before she popped it into her mouth. Slowly eating the petals one by one on her walk home. She couldn't remember the last time she ate something that was actually good for her body, but the flowers and grass... oh and the first were just so amazing. She craved those more than actual food and as long as she kept her mouth shut, her siblings weren't able to remember to make her eat. Or as long as she didn't eat anything different in front of them. She had to be careful and watch what she ate around them, or them would stuff whatever they were eating down her throat.
She sighed softly as she looked over her shoulder, the park was out of sight. The park that started this whole journey of being mortal. Oh worrying about death, or what others might do physically. It was hard. She popped another petal in her mouth and smiled to herself. At this moment, any moment that she could walk around.... She felt free. She didn't have to worry about her boyfriend, or that the fact that he hates when other people stare at her. She didn't have to worry about her family stuffing food down her throat. She could eat her rose and walk in peace. Enjoying the sun in her hair.
She bit her bottom lip as she looked at their apartment, one her sister's was sitting outside. [b "Shit..."] She whispered to herself as her eyes quickly switched from the rose in her hand to the figure sitting on the front porch. She finished the petal that was in her mouth before she continued, she didn't want to drop the perfectly good rose. It was a good one. She took a deep breath as she looked at Anzu, beer in hand and smiled softly. [b "Hey Anzu, looks like it's been a good day for you so far."] She joked softly, her eyes glancing at the bottle in her hand.
There was silence, a pause in spoken words between her and Donna. She heard a foot tap twice from behind, and that was followed by finger tapping which followed the same 'in two' pattern. All this pointed to that Donna was thinking about what to say, Anzu could wait as she wasn't in any particular hurry after coming back from work. Not out of disrespect, her back was still turned to Donna when Donna asked her question; she was still taking off her shoes. Anzu was still thinking what to reply when Donna just walked away to the back of the apartment to the bathroom. Personally for her, whatever made one happy then they should do it. At least that's how she was feeling currently.
As she walked to the kitchen after taking off her shoes, she heard the tap in the bathroom open and then water pouring down. Donna would be taking care of her wounds with that salve; she usually didn't go into the other's stuff but she had found a weird looking tin in the cabinet mirror one day which was filled with some weird cream. She had put it back of course, but she had questioned everyone to figure out what it was. Donna hadn't been too happy about finding her going through her stuff, but then again no one was ever happy when someone else went though personal belongings.
She had gotten to the kitchen, small but it had everything to make it a workable kitchen. A refresher stir and freezer, a hot plate, sink, and places to store various things which were stored in kitchen. Dropping off the oak gently, all the foodstuff she had purchased went into the refrigerator, as well as five bottles of beer. The last one she ok into her own hand before closing the fridge and walking out of the kitchen.
Walking to the bathroom, Donna was still in there cleaning up her wounds. [+purple "It's nothing to me... At least that's how I fell about it now"], before walking to the door of the apartment and exited the apartment. Walking to the staircase, she sat down on the staircase. Then opening the beer, she took a swig. Life was such a pain sometimes, but there were ways to get away from all that.
Donna stopped, tapping her foot twice on the ground. He tapped her fingers in a rhythm of two against her leg while deciding what to do, what to say.
Donna turned then, to face her sister and showed her her bruised face, split lip.
"[#9d1028 [b Yeah. What's it to you?]]"
She jutted her chin out as a kind of challenge, knowing fully well that she didn't have the energy to do anything about it. She just hoped her sister wouldn't do anything either. Without waiting for an answer, she walked to the back of the apartment to the bathroom. It was small but held everything they needed, which was a lot. Shelves in their bathroom held towels in four colors, one color for each person. Donna wasn't very keen on sharing. Hers were red, perfect. She reached for one and threw it into the sink, turning on some cold water.
Donna looked up into the mirror and winced at what she found. She really was swelling up nicely now. The entire half of her face was twice as big as it was before and her lip would be giving her a lisp for the next two days. Luckily, she knew how to take the swelling down fast. She picked up the cool towel, folded it twice before dabbing her cut twice. She picked red for her blood. You couldn't see blood on a red towel and she was constantly cleaning blood. She held the cool towel over her face, tapping her fingers again in a rhythm of two.
She hated the way her siblings looked at her for fighting. They didn't understand couldn't. She was War for Christ's sake. She was the embodiment of struggle and the only good thing that had come out of being banished, fired if you will, from where they belonged was the new found joy and conquest in the pain and thrill of fighting. Without it ... Donna put down the cloth, gripping the sink well. Donna didn't want to think about where she would be if she couldn't fight. Not that the other's would understand.
Donna opened the cabinet behind the mirror and pulled out her special tin. It was filled with a salve that Donna made on her own. Special for cuts and bruises the same. Healed twice as fast along with Donna's own special recovery rate. She suspected that by early next week, she would be ready to take on the next league. She touched the paper invite in the pocket of her jacket, tapping it twice for good luck. She would not, could not, ever stop chasing the thrill that this gave her. She opened the lid of the jar and began applying her salve once, twice over her cut and bruises.
Alric had just speed past his sister, He knew exactly why she was always out fighting and every time she was he would lecture her about not ruining something on her. He also noticed a second sister come into the apartment. He had to be to work and running late was not an option, no never. Shutting the door behind him on his way out Alric waved to Desirae on his way down the stairs. [b “Hey the other two are home also.”]
The male had grabbed his helmet, leather jacket, and keys from the bike that was placed in the little garage the group shared with the man that lived next door. His name was Lucifer, at least to the four of them it was to everyone else it was Lucian. He had shown up at Alric’s work the night before. It was strange seeing the Lord of hell in his work. He was working behind the bar that night thank god, He didn’t know how he would have felt knowing the guy next door was watching him.
Upon arriving to work Alric and walked into the back [b “Hey Tony, whats up?”] The male didn’t get an answer back, so he assumed Tony was on the phone. [I “ALRIC.”] came a slightly high pitched squeal from a female dressed in white. [b “Thank you for covering for me yesterday.”] The male just shrugged. [b “It’s the least I can do, I mean you after all basically got me this job.”] The two laughed a little bit. [I “So, I hear you’ll be dancing tonight.”] Alric nodded in a mix of emotions. [b “Yeah, I have to get back into the swing of it eventually right.”]
A couple of hours later the doors had opened to customers, at first business was slow, but it was decent. Alric had been behind the bar helping serve drinks at least until midnight. From there he went into the backstage area and was getting ready for his time on the stage. Flushes with nerves he didn’t feel the arm go around him until it came with a slap on his ass with it. “Looking good there Alric.” It was a deep voice that the horsemen of death instantly recognized. It was tony from earlier. [b “Hey Not bad yourself there Tony.”]
The male eyed his partner in crime. It was like looking at a statue of Ivory from the time of the Romans. He had the build of a swimmer. So he was think, but he also had the muscle behind it, abs, chest, arms, legs, all of it. “My eyes are up here Alric.” Tony had called. The male only felt a flush of pink across his checks as he realized he’d been caught staring at this man to long. [b “I know that. I was looking at your choice of clothing tonight.”] They were like Alrics, just instead of a black color he chose red. It was small enough and skin tight enough to show off the package the man held in the shorts, but not enough to show the entire thing off like a flashcard.
Alric’s eyes went up to Tony’s face only to give off a fake smile. [b “Besides Tony we all know you, you like to be first, so I’m figuring out what I have to follow up.”]
Five years had been an extremely boring and drivel experience for Lucifer. Pardon the slip of the tongue, Lucian. He only come out of Hell just to see how the four horsemen would fair up on the human world without their powers. He had a feeling that they would have crumbled after not being accustomed to the ways of the world but they seemed to be fairing quite well in his own opinion. Coming to the surface was a fun idea for Lucian as he always enjoyed watching the chaos humans seem to do on their own but to watch the four horsemen be drawn into that chaos was an even better show. He moved into the apartment across from them so that he could keep an even loser eye on them unfortunately it seemed like Heaven wanted to see how the horsemen would fair as well because unfortunately the archangel Michael decided he had to join the party as well. Thankfully he was nowhere to be seen for the past couple months it seemed. But back to the four horsemen he quite enjoyed watching them suffer just a little but so far the four horsemen seem to be doing well in their own unorthodox ways.
Lucian stretched his limbs as he pushed the blonde that was laying against his chest off of him. Cracking his neck as he stood up from out of his bed. Walking towards the bathroom he turned on the shower and climbed in washing off the alcohol and sweat that coated his skin from the night before of his little escapades. Chuckling to himself as he heard the door from across the apartment open and closed. Arching an eyebrow as he listened closer [b " Alric has left for work probably by now. Donna has just gotten back home from beating up some poor soul and Anzu have just made it back home and Desirae is probably out at the park taking all of the attention onto herself as usual"] he muttered as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed his towel. Drying off his skin as he walked to his closet he whistled a small tone. [i The wonders of the human world] he thought as he grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt he slipped them on quickly. Ignoring the blonde who still slept in his bed, he grabbed his coat and his keys. Stuffing his wallet into his back pocket he headed towards the door to start another adventure and possibly cause some chaos to the poor souls on New York.
Five years can do wonders. Change happens, it's constantly happening. As the world turns, the colors change. The temperature changes. Everything changes. And five years had worked miracles to central park, granted the humans helped make it look a whole lot better. The four holes in the ground weren't noticeable anymore. Desirae took a deep breath as she sat cross legged on the cold damp grass. She could feel the water seep into her daisy duke jean shorts, her bare legs had goose bumps covering every inch. She stared at the placed she landed, years ago. The place that started her on this crazy roller-coaster ride of a life. Sometimes she wanted to go back to how it was. Other times she didn't care. She lightly ran her fingers through her thick mahogany hair, letting it fall down her back.
"How can a place so beautiful cause so much pain?...." She asked herself as her hand fell to the grass beside her. Her finger wrapping around a single blade of grass. She pushed her fingers into the dirt a little bit, and pulled, making sure that she was able to get the roots of the blade of grass. She smiled as she looked down at the skillfully pulled blade of grass. Pulling her legs up, she hugged her knees to her chest. She softly bite the small root of the grass, pulling out all the water that was trapped inside before she pulled the blade of grass into her mouth and started to chew it. She giggled softly before she licked the dirt off of her fingers.
Turning her body, she planted her hands on the ground an pushed her butt up into the air, somewhat like the downward facing dog position. She let her body stretch there for a moment before she walked her hands slowly back to her feet. Desirae was an interesting character, she liked to do somethings the hard way because it was a prettier way of doing it and it caused people to look in her direction. She slowly rolled up, letting her head be the last thing to come in line with her body as she stood up. She dusted off the random blades of grass that stuck to the skin of her legs, before she looked around the park. Catching a couple guys and girls staring in her direction. She giggled and winked at one before she turned in the direction of her house. Though she ended up walking around central park before she even thought about going home. She didn't need to go there, not yet. She would rather be outside anyway. So she wandered, letting her legs take her where they wanted to go.
Five years had passed and it was looking somewhat better, but not really. Living in the human world in which she and the three others had pretty much ruled over and had fun with the humans living on the world, but unfortunately those days were long gone; ever since the council of the saints had fired them from their jobs. Their jobs, horsemen of the apocalypse; Famine, Pestilence, War, and Death. She was the horseman, or horse woman, of Pestilence; that was until she and the other had been fired for job incompetence, fired for not doing their jobs properly. Now how would the council know how to do the horsemen's jobs if the four apocalypses were the only horsemen? But unfortunately if the council said so there wasn't any arguing to be done and it h four of them were kicked out into a place called New York City, a city in New York.
The start of living a mortal life had started of shakily, their fates were uncertain as to what wouldn't happen in the future. But somehow, they all managed to find an apartment, find jobs, and try living as normal as possible given the current circumstances. And it somehow in someway panned out into a crazy sort of normality. But apparently when it looked like everything was good, some other part of the punishment was revealed most nefariously.
She didn't know what the others had, she had a mental problem; what exactly it was she didn't know but it had caused and was still an ongoing nuisance which caused various problems. Various side effects included feeling different at different times, occasionally checking things multiple times when there was no need to, and unneeded paranoia. All and all it wasn't a good combination, especially when all of those things worked in unison while she was working her job.
Currently, she was going back to the apartment after doing some quick shopping for food. Although under the various food items there were a few glass bottles of beer, it helped deal with the various problems but having hangovers weren't fun; at least if she was having any one of the above symptoms during a hangover she didn't have to think about the symptoms. She crossed the last street, before entering the building and walking up the steps. The door was still open, either someone was going out or someone had just come back in. It appeared that it was both at the same time as there was someone behind the door, and there was someone walking out of the room. That someone was Alric, and in passing him, [+purple "Have a good day"], stated in a somewhat depressing tone before she entered the apartment.
Donna was already in there, but it looked like she was trying to hide something. [+purple "Out fighting again?"]
Donna's palms slapped the ground as she broke her fall. Time froze for a moment as she rolled the blood from her split lip around in her mouth. Her lip was hot and buzzed both with numbness and pain and it was completely invigorating. Donna spit, watching the mix of red and clear in a slimy combination splatter across the ground. Donna turned her head a little, glancing at her panting opponent. The girl was jogging in place, trying to keep her blood pumping and mind sharp. Donna saw the blood glittering down the side of the girl's face and Donna smiled, knowing about the blood staining her teeth. Donna pushed up and got back on her feet, standing up and pulling her fists back in front of her face.
"[#9d1028 Come on. I'm not done.]"
The girl sneered back at Donna and swung again, aiming for her teeth again with a fast sharp jab. Donna blocked the punch with a knife hand moving it out of the way and using her other hand returned the jab, bloodying the girl's lip as revenge for her own. The girl staggered back and Donna stepped forward, keeping a martial arts stance, wide feet to keep her steady and dropped, sweeping out her foot and taking her opponent down to the ground. The girl fell hard and Donna jumped on top of her, throwing her fists down onto the girl's face. She felt her bones and cartilage slowly breaking under the blows, her skin splitting open and blood spreading onto her hands. Donna didn't stop. It had been such a hard fought battle and by God she deserved this, this bloody victory. Fuck it felt so good! Suddenly, hands grabbed her away, yanking her violently off the other body.
"[#9d1028 [b Let me go!]]" Donna roared, thrashing in the unknown arms. She watched as people rushed in, bending over her opponent. Donna growled and screamed out in a bloody roar as she was dragged away from the ring.
Donna was given a half hearted warning on her way out of the fight club but was given her winnings and what she really wanted, an invitation to the men's fights. Donna limped gently; the girl kept going for her right leg. A smile stretched across her face, oh the joys of being an ambidextrous fighter. Her left eye was starting to swell and her lip was bulbous as well. Donna took out her music player out of her right pocket, and pulled out wipes from her left pocket. Donna liked keeping things balanced, needed to keep things balanced. Donna wiped down her hands with the wipes before wiping down her music player. She went over the music player twice and the headphones twice more. She folded the napkin in triangles and tucked it back in her pocket to throw away later.
This damned world. Donna walked up beside her car, a red mustang. She ran her hand down the side and sighed gently. She still remembered falling out of the sky, falling from the realm of immortals to this land of humans and disease. The pain of the fall, the rage of being cast out, the humiliation of starting over, and worst of all, the first time War had ever felt fear. Fear of the unknown and the fear of breaking. Donna had contracted some sort of disease. Donna touched the handle twice before opening the door, the pulled her keys out of her pocket, then got into the car before checking all the mirrors twice. It had to be a cruel joke given to her by God, the Second Horseman always having to check her actions twice. Donna started the car once, twice and then drove home, checking every turn on her way home twice.
Donna walked up the stairs, exhaustion starting to seep into her bones. At least this disease didn't make her walk up and down the stairs twice but she didn't think on it too long. She reached for the door handle once, twi-
"[b Hey I was just headed out the door.]"
Alric headed out the door. Donna ducked her head with a fast "[#9d1028 [b Hey bro]]." Hoping that he wouldn't stop her and headed straight back to where her room was, hopefully to start taking care of her face.
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