Not that far from Haven [Active/Open]

[krimzonracer]

Characters: Erol and whoever finds him
Content: Erol wakes up in an urban dystopia which is actually...fairly reminiscent of home.
Location: Lexington Ave. Subway Entrance - right outside the stairs
Time of day: Mid-morning
Warnings: Violence? Crazy?

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[silky_doll]

Sylia's waking thoughts were frantic and disconnected. My hardsuit is gone, she thought immediately once consciousness returned to her. I'm still wearing my skinsuit, but I'm completely exposed... my face, my body-- whoever this is can see exactly who I am. That monster, Mason...!But she was almost relieved when she opened her eyes and found herself not in prison, not in a GENOM corporation-owned laboratory or holding cell... but lying on her back in the ruins of a crumbling building. A piece of rubble was jabbing painfully into her back. Sylia sat up quickly and shivered in the sudden cold breeze. She stumbled to her feet and carefully stepping around the rubble, she wandered out of the alley and into the street

[krimzonracer]

Erol was actually quite used to running from creatures with more fangs than brains; it was practically part of the Krimzon Guard job description. He was also an unhealthy sort of lean, and without his guns to show the parasites what-for he resorted to dashing down the street, looking desperately this way and that for some sort of weapon.

He did not, however, expect to find a pair of breasts that happened to be attached to a woman. He stopped abruptly as if puzzled of what to make with Sylia. It was a rather funny pose: he looked frozen in mid-dash, hands splayed out in front of him as he skidded to a stop. The sound of skittering followed him and his brain, desperate for some semblance of sanity, found itself arguing between its Survival and Sex drives.

Erol settled begrudgingly for survival; would she make an accurate meat shield? Perhaps she could scream, yes, women were good at screaming and flailing weren't they, she could provide an accurate distraction for the creepy crawlies which made their way ever-closer to his position.

[silky_doll]

The street had been rather peaceful until the sound of running... and something running behind the running someone interrupted Sylia's nice and quiet train of thought. She turned around in time to see a man in what looked like rather unusually colorful military regalia bolting down the street, followed by...

Good God, what were they?! Skittering, chattering little... things, somewhat crustacean. They moved so fast it was hard to get a good look at them, but from the way the man was booking it, Sylia knew better than to waste time asking what was going on. She scowled at Erol's initial question, falling straight into panic mode. "I've got legs, haven't I?" she snapped, and showed Erol just how good she was at running as they shot off down the street together.

Her feet immediately protested the abused of running bare on a rubble-strewn street. Not to mention she was unarmed... she was beginning to miss her hardsuit more and more. "What in the hell are they?!" she snapped.

[krimzonracer]

Erol rolled with it, matching Sylia's pace without issue. "Something that wants us dead," he added over the din of screeching, breaking out in a laugh which would tell doctors that the patient hadn't taken their happy pills lately.

"Either we find weapons or find shelter," he continued, almost conversationally. One of the braver parasites -- the others keeping a respectful several feet behind out of desire for a cat and mouse game -- snapped at his ankle and he broke stride, sliding back and turning, slamming it in the side with his right foot. It tumbled back and picked itself up, running again with the pack.

Caught up with Sylia, he shrugged, voice melodious. "Wonderful day for a run, hm?"