[ THREAD ] 4TH WALL - DAY FIVE

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Who: EVERYONE
Where: EVERYWHERE
When: DAY FIVE [December 6]
Summary: The hunt begins.
Rating: Anything.
Other: Don't forget to read this & this. You are free to create your own location threads or hop into someone else's thread. Remember to mark your thread "CLOSED" if you want a limited group. Also, there can be more than one thread per location

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STREETS OF ELYSIUM

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[npc_lay]

It wasn't often he got to wander throughout the city for a mission. Sometimes, his feet took him to the most ridiculous locations without him realizing it; once he felt the draft of the winds flow through his hair bitterly cradling his face and hands and the shiver of knowing he'd fall to his death if he took one more step, he knew exactly where he was. And at the moment, he was more than content to laze around on top of a pristine and private building, the rooftop door secure and leaving him free of disturbances. It only took him a while to memorize the location, before he grew tired of hanging around and hopped off the side of the building, landing with an empty thud on a balcony, walking along until he encountered the stairs that took him down onto the streets

[npc_capella]

His mouth was watering. The promise of rending flesh. The soon feeling of something melting in his mouth as he tore it free from the bone would be his and only his. His shoulders lowered slightly, immersing himself in this feeling, as he felt the saliva continue to build around his teeth. So hungry. How long had it been since he felt so full? So satisfied with the meal that he had?

Autophagy was only so satisfying. As he thought this, his finger slipped into his mouth to begin chewing violently on the digit. Eventually the skin broke and poured a bit of blood into his mouth. He sucked on the injured finger as he walked the streets, looking for the zeroes to eat. Capella perked up when he saw Lay. The way that Lay killed people was so beautiful. Ripping deep into the body and releasing the insides about. He could eat and eat and eat to his hearts content without worrying of creating the initial tear

[npc_lay]

An arm slid around his own, Lay glancing down briefly at the linked limbs with a mixture of apathy and annoyance, before tugging half heartedly, but otherwise, not bothered by Capella hanging off him. He didn't seem grateful for the extra baggage if he spotted a Zero and had to physically shove the other to give chase; and he wasn't too happy about 'accidentally' taking half of his partner with him if he chose to move, then. On the other hand, it meant he could leave the other to do the work for him. He spied the droplet of blood on his finger.

"Us? You're the one doing the eating." It seemed that Lay was happy enough to let him do so; judging by Capella's instinctual reaction to being let outside again. "I'm just the tracker." Lay paused to look over a newsstand, breaking the hold to snag a newspaper and rifling through it. It provided some small excuse to disappear in the brief lull of no physical contact...all he had to do was choose a location.

[npc_capella]

"Consider yourself to the preparer." He did not want to miss the person that would be killed by Lay so that he could begin his feasting. His head canted slightly, eyes closing halfway. Capella really had to control himself before he ate someone that he was not supposed to. In his brief moment to regain his senses, he allowed Lay to pull away from him. The bleeding finger once more dipped into his mouth. "I wouldn't share the meal with anyone." A pause. "Unless you ask nicely."

No, he wouldn't share even if they asked, but it was the thought counted. "Is there anything in the paper about these Zeroes?" Capella once more drew close so that he could latch onto Lay's arm and look to see if the newspapers had printed anything about what was going on. He did not actually think that they would, but it was nice to show interest in what others had in.

[npc_lay]

"A wonderful notion. Both of them." Lay muttered in a low voice, eventually folding up the paper and tossing it back into the newstand, not caring if the owner of the stand glared at him for doing so, before turning away. He yawned, hand stifling it as he began to move towards the route that took him to higher ground; a two story cafe with a vantage point. He tugged on the grip, yanking Capella along as best he could. Or another attempt to break free.

"Absolutely nothing." Expected some sort of large scale response; which would have made finding them easier, but there was a thrill in the hunt he liked. And to a larger extent, Capella too, seemed to have it. He didn't care enough to ask whether any of the others possessed it; two sick minded freaks and a mostly harmless and likable kid on the team. Plus his superiors, whom he had no feelings for. Capella was on the same line as they were. Complete disregard unless they were saying something important.

[npc_capella]

Capella noted the look that the owner gave and felt a low rumbling begin in the back of his throat, growling softly. He was about to reach across to grab the collar of this waste's shirt so that he could slam their face down into the counter -- however, Lay was already moving away from the newsstand. Holding onto his sleeve, like a needy child (or puppy), he continued to follow after. The murder and the body that would be produced was one that he did not want to miss since he had not been able to see such a beautifully broken meal in such a long time.

"We should hurry to find them all... if there isn't one, I'll have to go for a long time without a meal. Again." The tips of his fingers could not take it. Already the skin had started to heal since he started tearing at them. Eventually they would be gone. Only a matter of time before he ate and ate and ate until there was nothing left of him.

[npc_lay]

"We'll find something to sate your hunger." It sounded almost as if it was a promise, from one agent to another, if it weren't for the casual tone of it. Of course, Lay fully intended to keep it, even if it wasn't one. He strode into the cafe, glancing around and read the menu; enough to note the price and what he wanted. "You order. I'm going to find a seat." He trusted the other with his preferences; something to keep him awake for the search throughout the city.

An empty booth was claimed as he slid in and promptly draped himself over it, preventing anyone from sliding in next to him-his legs took up the other side, as a lazy smirk crossed his lips. Fingers plied open the cigarette box in his pocket and he pulled out one, placing it between lips unlit. Whittling time away once more...who was paying for the meal, anyway? He sighed as he pulled out some bills, sliding them unseen into Capella's pocket without looking as if he'd hardly moved from his chosen seat.

[npc_capella]

Here Capella was hopeful that they were going to find Zeroes, but they were dallying yet again. He supposed that he shouldn't expect anything else from Lay. If he didn't push him to work, he would never get to see those ruined bodies and begin to eat until he would be satisfied for years to come. Maybe one of the Zeroes will come and they can begin their job. He didn't care if people saw them work, not really. He'd just begin feasting on all the witnesses. Continue eating on and on in an never ending loop

[npc_lay]

Looking out into the world beyond the glass of the cafe made him feel strange, as if he was an ordinary passerby with no outstanding features (save for the suit) just having an early morning breakfast (if only coffee counted). If he was in a line-up alongside citizens, chances were that he wouldn't be picked out easily. Or would he? Lay gave a twisted smile, waiting patiently (or not) for Capella to return with the items.

He was tempted to teleport upstairs and back-what the hell, he wouldn't be missed and the booth would be unoccupied while he'd be gone. Lifting the cigarette as if dumping the ash, he flickered out of sight and into another booth on the second floor. Nobody had noticed. And they wouldn't have, since he was gone the next moment and back. The family seated in front of him stared momentarily. Lay stared back, until they resumed eating. Albeit, nervously. It had almost been worth the doing.

[npc_capella]

Ah, what a slender wrist. Would the Zeroes have such slender wrists? This thought came to him when his order was handled to him. He was being told that he did not have to stand so close and could have waited until he was called. Capella did not acknowledge these helpful suggestions before he snatched coffee and wrap in his hands and began walking to where Lay sat.

"If we rest for too long, we are going to be scolded." Capella finally said as he handed the coffee over to him. He took a bite of his bacon wrap -- his face turned into a soured expression. This was frozen and warmed. It wasn't fresh. It didn't have the same feel of a fresh meal. The heat from that sort of taste was much better and warming. Much, much more delicious. What should he do?