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Ben Hawkins [Carnivale] (iaintnoangel) wrote in hellascenes,
@ 2013-10-13 14:40:00

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!50 pts (plot), !plot : all your fears, ben hawkins, keleios incantare

Who: Ben Hawkins
What: I would bound myself in a nutshell and call myself king of an infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams
Where: Outside the Apartments
When: This weekend
Warnings:

The silence was deafening, in the moments after the air raid. The lingering vibration in the air hummed in his ears. He didn't dare move for the first ten minutes or so. And when he did, finally chance it and shift ever so slightly, he immediately regretted it. A fresh burst of gun fire sounded, the shots close and loud. Pain throbbed at his arms and legs, which he recognised to be bleeding stumps, the limbs torn off in the fire fight.

He woke breathing hard and sweating. Rolling on his side, he fell out of the bed. Adrenaline pushed him to his feet, and set him in motion. He could still hear the pop of gun fire, though farther away and less immediate. He stumbled out of the apartment and into the hall way. All but falling down the steps, he rushed outside into the warm afternoon sun.

Clothes unkempt, his hair stuck up in every direction. With glazed and dazed eyes he scanned the horizon, and then took off at a steady run.

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keleios
2013-10-22 07:58 pm UTC (link)

Keleios, demon-named Nightseer, had been drifting in and out of people's dreams since the first wave of fear had swept the city. She tried to escape them, but the best she could hope for was not to get stuck in one for good. Sometimes, she could nudge the dreamer awake, or will herself awake and pull him or her out with her.

Sometimes she dreamed her own dreams, old and new. Things that had been, things yet to be. Things that might never come to pass at all. When the prophecy came, she needed someone she could tell, but she had no one. So she took the sword and went out in search of something to kill instead.

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iaintnoangel
2013-10-22 08:20 pm UTC (link)

Ben was somewhat frantic, running without a destination in mind, running just to run, to get away, to escape. He didn't even know what he was running from anymore, only that he felt a compulsion to put one foot in front of the other.

And then she was there, in his path, and he couldn't run another step. He stopped, breathing hard, sweating and panting and looking like he might keel over dead at any moment.

There was no air raid in progress, but she was there and his mind perceived her as the enemy finally caught up to him. He put his hands up, in a gesture of surrender, though he had no intention of surrendering.

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keleios
2013-10-22 09:22 pm UTC (link)

Sword at her hip, knives strapped to each wrist, Keleios was certainly geared for battle--though she made no move to attack. He looked like he'd already run himself ragged, but adrenaline could make a man forget he was winded. She could practically see the aura of fear around the young human, and there was no telling what he might do if he was startled.

"Are you all right?"

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iaintnoangel
2013-10-22 10:02 pm UTC (link)

He looked her over, calculating, trying to decide what to do. Jump her, and hope for the best, or stand there and talk and hope for the best? Ben wasn't much for talking, and anyway women were supposed to be weaker, easier to take down. And what the hell was she doing on the battlefield anyway? He didn't care, couldn't concern himself with that right then. Either she was the enemy, or she was someone who needed protecting. Either way, he wasn't going to stand around, and her with all those weapons.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

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	keleios 2013-10-22 10:43 pm UTC (link)
	"My name is Keleios," she said, mercifully oblivious to his internal monologue. She wouldn't have known what to do with someone who thought they should protect her. She was far too accustomed to having to fend for herself--and she was good at it, too. As it was, she suspected she was the one who'd be doing the protecting, anyway. "And you are...?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

iaintnoangel
2013-10-24 08:37 pm UTC (link)

"Hawkins," Ben answered. "Ben Hawkins." He was a wanted man, but he supposed that didn't matter here. Even if she knew who he was, and she likely didn't, they were in Hell, and he hadn't seen any law enforcement anyway. "I'm Ben," he restated his name, and reached up to scratch his head.

Something wasn't right. Something didn't fit. She wasn't trying to kill him, and she didn't seem to be running from anything. It had to be a trap. Why the hell had he given up his name like that? He could be so stupid sometimes...

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