Keep It Up

He shook his hand. "James." he introduced himself. "Your not from around here, are you?" he raised an eyebrow.

It was a dumpy part of the city- nothing really nice about it.

"I spooked you?" he laugehd and lit the cig. shaking his head and giveing back the lighter and cigs. He looked up to tall building and laughed againd. Then Offered his hand to him. "name is Silas" He noticed the tattoo and smirked.

"Yeah, sure..." he frowned pulling out his packet again. he handded the fsg and the lighter over to the man, who he found was in apperane about the same age as him.

"You spooked me." he admitted, looking up. that woudl suck if ravages could suddenly climb- but you never know...

He pushed the hamer of the gun forward and sighed. He holstered it. He didnt care if the kid stole the cigerettes or not that was his thing. It was more of was he was alone and that light could of been made by the thing that almost had him it was lucky the ravage got that close it was all due to a distraction. He sighed and smirked.

"well then. May i bum one?"

He looked aroudn waiting for more of them to show. Hoping to maybe move one before they had a chance. He closed his eyes for a moment puching his bike closer to the other man. He wast the smartest in the world but it didnt seem smart for anyone to be a lone now days.

James blinked and sighed, breathing out a stream of smoke hearing the fimilar click of a gun.

"Relax- dont shoot- I didnt steal um." he called, not bothering to look. He got up slowly, using the wall for support. He needed another drink- or else the hang over comming on would hit him like a train.

He stayed put where he was, still holding his own gun, cigerette between his lips. He wasnt about to move any more than that untill he was sure whoever the new commer was had put his weapon away.

Hospitals... Noone trusted them anymore- and a gunshot wound was the last thing you wanted to treat yourself.

When noone responded right away he raised an eyebrow, looking over to the ally entrence way.

He frowned and imediatly fell to one knee, taking aim. He fired off two rounds, one missing, the second nailing the ravage behind a man right between the eyes. Being in an ally wasnt a safe place to be if there was a ravage around.

Wenever there was one- there was bound to be a second.

Silas walked the streets of the city. Already on him you could see a rifle and a long sword strapped to his back and a Necklace that held a knife in it. Those were just his visables. Under his over coat he had a small arsenal. And looked as if he could take a small milatry squad all to himself. He laughed at the thought. Not like they were to much help nowdays anyway. He was pushing a motorcycle it wasnt out of gas just no need to disturb anything unwanted. One look at him and you could tell he was just another Vigilante cept for he wasnt. Before this all happened he belonged to a Motorcycle gang that disbanded when half of one traveling part just disapear right of the road. His only visable marking was a scar that dragged on his face. forehead across his nose and stopping halfway through the cheek. and the Beginging of a tattoo on his fore arm coved by his coat. He stopped for a moment and sat on his bike curious as to why even at this hour the town was so quiet. He saw a small temporayr light out of the corner of his eyes and reached in his pocket pulling out a revolver. He was sure it was just sombody lighting one up but never coud be sure. He cocked the hammer back and took a steady breath waiting.

---2013---

"People used to claim that because the mian colender endded in 2012- so would the earth itself. Because of this, I think, is why people lost hope. A simple rumor such as that caused hysteria on Newyears- people panning to die- others exspecting to apparently just 'poof' and fanish into thin air.

Things were crazy. The UNited states president Obama was running again- now giving the double talk he had bashed the bush administration for. But then again- he had to... if he didnt things would only spiral further into dispair.

Or so they wanted us to think.

On the day the world was suposed to end there was a mass murder in Mexico. Nationwide peole were being killed by an unknown sorce. Naturaly people assumed it was the Apacolypse starting. Flocks of people trampled and killed others- in order to cram into curches. Ironic, dont you think?

It wasnt untill a boarder patrol in, I think it was texas, spotted an animal he haddnt seen before come near the look out that we realised what was really happening.

People wouldnt vanish from some goddly means- but by an ungoddly demon. Today we call them 'The Ravage', though in past people refered to them as demons. The Aztecs had been right. The world- for them- would have endded 2012. because of a monster they released with the help of human sacrifice.

The Ravage can pose as humans and often do- taking on the shape of either a man or woman with abnormal beauty. Models were instantly the target of witch hunts- so were most celebritys. I say I hope they enjoyed their fame while it lasted. Noone- even highschool students would let temselves be seen as overly attractive. One slip of the toung and they could easily be accused of being one of them...

The drinking age had been lowered in 2010 to 18 nation wide in the US. It turned out to only be transformed into yet another tool in the ongoing hunt for the Ravage. The beasts would not swallow Liquor and many people tested others with it, slipping a few drops of brandy into someones soda withouth mentioning. Maybe thats why there are so many car crashes now.

Guns were now also legal to be owned and operated by 18 year olds. I myself am 20, and I have my own personal arsinel i take with me... After being attacked by the Ravage in broad day light and losing my parents to them- I woudl be foolish not to.

Im whats known as a 'Quentcher'- someone who has taken it upon themselves to try and remove the ravage from out lands. A vigalantee realy, but our language has changed dramaticly. New terms have been added, as im sure youve noticed. Writing has become our minds only safe haven. The Ravage seems to be drawn to people who are stressed or thinking too much. Putting thoughts down on paper likeI am now is a good release. "

James blinekd down at the note book he was scribbeling in. He didnt know why he had written so much. It had just flowed form his pen to the paper. When that happens- you dont argue. You just let your hand glide.

He sighed, setting the book down and lit up a cigerette. They werent as bad for your health as they had been in the past- perhaps because now there was a cure for cancer, but they were twice as adicting.

He looked up and saw he was sitting under the wanted posters that were posted in the ally wall. Oddly it always seemed to help buisness.

He looked around before opening his guitar case and took out a small hand gun. One could never be too safe now. Looking down at it he punched in his identification code, taking the safty off and let out a long stream of smoke, closing his eyes.

he broke the rules by remaining unashamed of how he looked. Insted- he went and had a tattoo, tastfuly done, put onto his right side. It stretched up his arm and ribs- stoped on the neck and began again on his face. it was proof enough he was a quentcher for any regular passer by on the street.


[OOC: Okay so what im looking for is someone who wants this rp to go on for a while. not nessicarily long posts every time you post- but alot of posts. Thats whats gonna make this story roll! Please feel fre to join, but only a max of 2 other people please.]