Raven of the City

[Redon]

OOC:....I guess I'm fated to follow in Unregistered footsteps accepting the blame for his posts.

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

She had watched as Jesse and David left the coffee shop, giving Jesse a slight wave before she left. She liked her...She was a very sweet person. Maybe one day she would get to actually talk to her and get to know her. Slowly, she sipped from her cup...She shivered, feeling like something was keeping her there...like she shouldn't leave...for some reason.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

I stand quietly contemplating Jesse's offer, the offer of food sounded good, much better than my own fare, and definately better than Shelly's...

"The offer sounds great, but I would just be in the way" I reply gently "Your company was great, maybe we could do it again another night?"

I]How do I tell her I don't want to burden her, and how Raven's statement earlier had marked her for him? At least with Raven she would be safe, despite his heavy rep...[/I]

Stepping back I smile and thank her again, then turn and walk back the way we came, tracing my path in the night.....

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt

I scense danger so I turn my Mind Control & Telepathy on a Woman named Faith telling her to stay in the Coffee Shop.

I run to the place that I know that the man that is hunting me is at this time.

I'm stopped right in my tracks it seems that I've run into a brick wall! I look up and see the ex prize fighter Vince Amato glaring at me I just laugh.

I say to him do you want to stop another murder from happening? Take your friend in that Apt building to Syd's Coffee Shop.

I've used my Mind Control to keep the girl named Faith there she is in dire danger of losing her life.

 

[Guest]

I thought that raven and Vince were in the aprtment but I hear no voices, just a few light shuffles. I do not want to be caught spying so I ease back down the steps. Vince is busy talking to some woman so I slip into the shadows, making my way back to the coffee shop. Jesse has left but Faith is still inside.

As is often my habit, I stare at Faith as I have stared at the others before her. I enjoy watching, a voyuer in the dark and lonely night. I find myself making up stories about their life. I have tried to fantasize about my own life but it only brings me sorrow. I curse the heavens above for not letting me remember exactly who I am or what brought me to this place. The only memory left is my first name, Pete.

The heat envelops my brain again as my thoughts become intense yet again. I want this Faith so badly that I can almost taste her, feel her silky skin against mine and hear her gentle whispers in my ear. But I have nothing to offer her. I am unable to experience the lust that lays deep inside of my heart. I pound my fists against my legs viciously and retreat once again to my hiding place.

 

[PetePumpkinEat]

Pete

I thought that raven and Vince were in the aprtment but I hear no voices, just a few light shuffles. I do not want to be caught spying so I ease back down the steps. Vince is busy talking to some woman so I slip into the shadows, making my way back to the coffee shop. Jesse has left but Faith is still inside.

As is often my habit, I stare at Faith as I have stared at the others before her. I enjoy watching, a voyuer in the dark and lonely night. I find myself making up stories about their life. I have tried to fantasize about my own life but it only brings me sorrow. I curse the heavens above for not letting me remember exactly who I am or what brought me to this place. The only memory left is my first name, Pete.

The heat envelops my brain again as my thoughts become intense yet again. I want this Faith so badly that I can almost taste her, feel her silky skin against mine and hear her gentle whispers in my ear. But I have nothing to offer her. I am unable to experience the lust that lays deep inside of my heart. I pound my fists against my legs viciously and retreat once again to my hiding place.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven snags a plastic grocery bag from the floor and lays it carefully on the counter. Opening the coffee can over it, Raven then picks up a butter knife from the dish rack and stirs around. A moment later, Raven is lifting a small plastic bag from the coffee. It is filled with a powder that does not look familiar, sort of a light blue.

Raven recalls reading how narcotics are sometimes smuggled in coffee shipments to throw off dogs used to sniff them out. Raven wonders if this was what gave Cecily the idea to stash whatever the powder was there. Raven pockets the small baggie.

Raven finds two more small baggies in the coffee can, but leaves them there. The police have to have something to work with. Raven pockets the other baggie.

After a moment, Raven picks up the coffee pot and swirls it around. There is a faint clinking sound. Taking off the lid, Raven dips inside.

Curioser, and curioser, thinks Raven, removing a dripping vial, firmly stoppered and wrapped with tape, of liquid a slightly paler shade of blue than the powder.

Drying the vial with a paper towel, Raven wraps it carefully in three more, then puts it in another pocket.

On impulse, Raven opens the compartment for water. Inside, a larger plastic baggie, about sandwich sized. In it is what looks several pieces of stenographer's paper, folded over. Raven slips this in a pocket as well.

Glancing around one more time, Raven takes a deep breath.

It's then, Raven senses something...uneasy. Puzzled, Raven crosses to the window and moves the curtain just a bit to look out without turning on the lights. Vinnie is down there, looking at someone on the ground. Raven lets out the breath, but the feeling doesn't leave.

Carefully, Raven leaves the apartment in much the same way as it was when Raven first arrived. Moving quietly back down the stairs, Raven exits the building and pauses in the shadows, watching. There's someone talking to Vinnie, the woman from earlier who had started in out nicer clothes than the ones she had left the Licking Lizard in. She seems somewhat excited. There is some faint hint of power about her, but it is undisciplined and barely focused. Raven decides now is not the time to deal with her.

Raven steps out of the shadows just enough so Vinnie can see Raven miming drinking from a coffee cup knowing Vinnie is sharp enough to pick up on the hint to meet Raven back at the coffee shop. Raven then disappears into the shadows and takes the alleys back. the sense of something not...right is still strong, but Raven cannot quite figure what it is. Raven realizes lack of the nourishment Raven can only get from human sexual energy is beginning to cloud Raven's mind. Once Raven meets Vinnie back at the coffee shop, Raven figures to pay him off and go take care of Raven's own needs before the meeting with Detective Castle in the morning.

For Raven knows, he needs all his faculties about him when dealing with Alex.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt

I sense him in the shadows of the building while I talk to Vince Amato.

I must give him credit not many have tried to get me to come to them.

I use my Telepathy to give him the information of danger at Syd's Coffee Shop Faith's life is in danger.

I will next see you on the hunt!

 

[Silverlily]

the summoner

The walls had become unbearably stifling. Throwing on her overcoat, she headed out into the unknown night. The soft black leather hissed against her boots as she took the stairs to the ground floor. Out the door and onto the street, she was surround by powerful sensations. Breathing in deeply, her eyes took on a feral light and she fed off the energy around her.

She headed off with no particular plan or direction, letting her feet take her where they would. Past derelicts and prostitutes, past the lost ones, she roamed looking for something to smash the ennui. After walking of quite some time, she realized she was deep in the Zone. Not a place she normally visited, there was something dark and alluring about it, something definitely not dull. Maybe here she would find what she was looking for.

Not far from a local coffee shop, she passed a tall, well-built man wearing dark glasses. Odd, she thought, why would he wear them at night?

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

Running the tip of a perfectly French-manicured nail around the rim of the cup, she felt uneasy. Thoughs were running through her head....telling her stay where she was, and that she was in danger. She tried to clear her head, by thinking of other things...but, they kept coming back. She tried to think of Vinnie...and what had happened with Pamela. She was attracted to him...but, she couldn't get too close. He might just hurt her...she couldn't let that happen. Chills ran up and down her spine...she felt somebody watching her, and it scared her. The scar running along her spine, the horrible reminder of the knife, held by someone she thought loved her, tearing her delicate skin. The scar began to throb hotly, and she winced in pain.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

Returning on the all too familiar streets, I hear the light footsteps of a woman, and the slight hiss of something dragging with each step. As she passes me silently I inhale, smelling leather and wonder why she would be wearing a full length coat, in this heat?

A new presence has entered our tiny street, one which might bear mentioning despite how little I knew of her. Returning to the door of the cafe, I open it and walk in, calling out to Shelly.

"Looks like you get another chance to poison me, Shell, what's on the menu" as I walk towards my table. Smelling the familiar scent of soap, I stop in front of the third table and ask gently.

"Your name is Faith, correct?, would you mind if I sat with you for a few minutes, before Shell takes me up on the offer and actually poisons me?"

I duck my head, hearing the rush of a wet towel passing overhead, followed by Shelly's roar. "Keep that up, and I'll ban you for life, GODDAMMIT!!!"

"See what I mean" I say, with a smile "Would you deny a soon to be poisoned man his last wish? Perhaps I could buy you another cup....of coffee?"

I stand comfortably in the dark, and silence waiting for her reply, as Shelly comes up behind me, his heavy footsteps striding as if he were still on the deck of a ship.

"I'm gonna serve you, just to get rid of you, ya two bit paper pusher, do I do it here, or at your regular table?" He grumbles, in a false toughness.

"That's what we just discussing" I say lightly, amused at getting him to come from behind the counter a second time in one evening.

"So what will it be?" I ask a second time "Would you like another cup of this man's wonderful java?"

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Alison Chambers

I shiver at the first contact of Ramon’s lips to my stomach. As he slowly moves down, my muscles tighten and my breathing quickens into a series of short gasps. There is a distinct tingling in my sex that turns into a full-fledged throbbing as he comes closer. By the time he reaches my hairless sex, it feels as though I have a second heartbeat between my legs. At the first feel of his hot breath there, at the very center of me, my thighs part automatically and I lean back, offering myself shamelessly to him.

His tongue snakes into me, licking and darting, going instinctively to the places that make me moan. I can feel myself opening for him, giving him full access to me. His tongue swirls and teases all around my stiffened clit, teasing it, not touching it directly. I throw my head back and groan, a deep, guttural expression of pure hunger. Still he teases me, tonguing my opening but avoiding my clit. My entire body is tense, silently begging for more, every nerve alive and exquisitely aware.

Finally his tongue passes over my nub, making me cry out. My knees buckle. If not for his warm, strong hands on my hips, I would collapse in a boneless heap on the floor. I hold my breath and wait for him to give my clit the tongue-lashing I crave – but nothing happens. He is kissing and nibbling on my sex, but that is all. I groan again as the throbbing down there intensifies, becomes almost painful. I want – I need – that tongue on my clit.

“Ramon,” I plead, my voice hoarse. “Please…don’t toy with me. I need your tongue, Baby. Give it to me! Please!” I hate to beg, absolutely hate putting myself so completely at his mercy…but some wanton part of me likes it, too. And I’m quite sure that Ramon knows this.

I wait, trembling, for several interminable seconds, and just when I feel that I will die if I do not climax, his tongue once again flicks my clit. I let out a low moan, hoping that he’s not just teasing me again. But then he finally begins the direct assault on my nub, and I start to moan more loudly as the sensations build. The muscles begin to jump in my inner thighs, and my belly cramps with the anticipation of the onrushing pleasure. My eyes squeeze shut.

Orgasm hits me hard and fast, and the pleasure explodes, spreading warmth all through my belly. I cry out once, then lose the ability to make any sound at all as the delightful little shocks hit me one after the other. Nothing else matters except these lovely feelings. As if from a great distance I feel his fingers biting into the soft flesh of my hips, holding me upright. His tight grip on my hips seasons my pleasure with just a hint of pain. Exquisite. The marks of his fingers will stay there for hours. Later I will look at them in the mirror and trace them with my own long, slender fingers, making love to myself as I relive our encounter.

It is always this way with us. No matter what happens during the business part of our relationship, when we come together like this, it is always explosive. I’ve been with many men, and even a few women, but none of them have made me feel this wanton, this crazy, this satisfied.

Eventually, after what seems like hours, the last spasms die away and my body relaxes. My breathing slows down, becomes normal, and I open my eyes. I look around, blinking, then I see Ramon still kneeling on the floor, smiling up at me. Grinning back at him, I fall to my knees and wrap my arms around him. When I kiss him, I can taste myself on his lips, and it arouses me all over again. I can feel his hardness against my belly, and I want it inside me.

"You are the demon lover I've longed for my entire life," I whisper.

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse

"Yes, David, maybe some other time," I say quietly into the night, knowing he has not heard me.

I unlock the door to my apartment, and turn on one light. I move to the small kitchen area, but suddenly I have no appetite. I take off the clothes I wore that evening and lie down on my bed, but sleep won't come. I wish, I pray, I hope.....still sleep eludes me. Instead, I am haunted by his face....his face distorted with lust and rage, the face that has haunted me these past 2 years - and will continue to haunt me until the day I can enter that eternal sleep.

"You're nothin' but a cheap, fuckin' whore, bitch, and no man in his right mind would give you a second glance in the light of day."

"You are good for 2 things, cunt, fuckin and suckin - and don't you forget it!"

"The day no man wants to cram his dick down your throat is the day your ass is on the street, slut."

I sit up on the bed, hands over my ears, screaming into the night....he's here, yes, I know it, he won't leave me alone. Yes, the word on the street had been that he was dead - had even seen his lifeless, good-for-nothing body in the morgue - but here, in the darkest recesses of night, he returns to haunt me. To help me relive the darkest hours of my descent into hell, and to once again wish for the courage to end my life once and for all. To rid myself of the demon I had once imagined I loved. The demon who taught me the ways of the street in the most brutal fashion known. The demon who would sell the woman he supposedly loved to the highest bidder and laugh while she was raped.

I peer around the room....empty, I know. And still, it isn't. His ghost is here....his ghost will always here, always with me. I try to find the tears I once had, but they are gone. There is nothing. Empty.

Yes, of course David did the right thing....seeing a girl home. Foolish of me to think that he would actually want to spend time with me. Yeah, Jess, once again.....the "Queen of Fools" he called you.....the demon named Greg.

Suddenly feeling as though I'm choking and unable to breathe, I get up and slip on a pair of tight jeans and almost equally tight t shirt. Slipping my feet into a pair of sneakers, I grab my bag, and head out of my apartment. Walking this time of night could be dangerous......but I don't care. If I were to become a casuality of the street, would anyone truly care? Did anyone truly give a fuck here? God, I feel like I'm going crazy.

I reach the sidewalk, and noticed old man Burns is gone. I start to walk in no real direction. It's late, very, very late, but there's always a chance I'll find a date even at this hour. Something to drive the demon from my mind and soul. To give me peace for even a few hours is all I desire.

I pass by Cecily's apartment, and look up. The windows are dark. Hmmm....that's odd, she is usually up all night. Must be out somewhere. She and I had developed about as close as what might be a friendship as one could get here. I desperately wished Miranda was back, but she had said she would have to leave for a while and was rather vague about when she would return. I moved away from Cecily's apartment and continued walking.

Up ahead I see 2 men walking....big men, men I'd not recall from the neighborhood. The feeling I get is uneasy, and I turn to go back in the direction I came from. Suddenly a figure in the shadows catches my eye and I stop to stare. As I look, I see no one - was it only a shadow and nothing more? Am I now seeing things in addition to hearing things?

I take up my rambling steps throughout the neighborhood. Maybe if there are no "dates" I can walk long enough and far enough to allow my brain to finally sink into the darkness of sleep, and hopefully not be too tormented by dreams of the demon Greg.

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

"So what will it be? Would you like another cup of this man's wonderful java?"

"How can I resist such a tempting offer? And, you're name is David, right?''

Slowly, that beautiful smile came out, and she flashed it quickly at Shelly. Just enought to make him behave. For now, anyway. He took her cup, and went back into the kitchen to fill hers, and get one for David.

"I've seen you hanging out with Jesse. She's a really sweet girl. I hope maybe I can get to know her a little better."

Steely gray orbs slowly looked him over, then locked with his eyes...as if she were peering deep down into his soul, to see if his intentions were good or not. As usual, her eyes relayed none of what she was feeling.

 

[ariosto]

Vince enters the café and spots the girl he'd seen earlier but she's talking to David and he's damned if he'll interupt.
Fuck Raven anyway. All he accomplished was to see a Wino get murdered and pissed on.
Now his attempts to rush back to the Coffee shop were for nothing. Dave had beat him to the punch.

Okay so now I wait for Raven and eat up the rest of the night. He looked at the pink neon ringed clock over the counter. One hour.
One hour then he's off to Old Mother, Raven or not.

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

When she looked up, and saw Shelly come back with their cups of coffee, she also saw Vince come in, and she looked down at her lap...Almost blushing, but she never did that. The tight confines of the bun that held her hair in place began to hurt, so she reached up, and pulled the two chop sticks out, the a silken blondish wave fell down to her mid-back, complimenting her bronzed skin tone. She slid her fingertips through it, then she looked back up. Making eye contact with Vince for a moment, she smiled lightly and gave him a small wave...then, she went back to the conversation with David.

 

[Guest]

They are kneeling in the center of the floor. Her arms are around his neck drawing his lips tight against hers. Once again their tongues are dancing, filling each others mouths with tingling sensations. He can taste the rich sweet oils of her orgasm and knows that she is tasting it too.
The thought stirs them both.
His hands have moved from her hips and up her slender sides to her breasts which he caresses and squeezes, feeling the hard stiff buds of her nipples under his palms. His fingers play with them, pinching and pulling. He wants to suck them again, draw them into his mouth. Take from them the warm fluid that he craves.
His penis sways between them like a cobra, moving in anticipation of what will come next.
Her beautiful legs are stretched around him.
He's conscious of the heat of her sex so near to his own.
His hand strays down, finger tips touching the tight skin over her ribs, the soft skin of her belly, straying down to the sweat damp skin above her mons, then the smooth hill above and around her satiny hood...fingers on both sides moving down...opening the folds...lips still wet from his mouth...two fingers enter her.
He feels her respond, her tongue moving deep against his own, her fingers digging sharp nailed into his scalp. He slides out, pulling up against her exposed and swollen clit...His fingers pinch, they rub they press. She raises her knees, slides forward and arches her back. The long kiss ends in a deep welling moan as Santiago again penetrates her open sex, curling his fingers up to touch and rub the tight warm walls of her passage.
He watches her face. He asks her to open her eyes and looks into them as he moves inside her body. He looks for the knowledge, he looks for the awareness of his presence within her.
His cock is now stiff and throbbing. He'll take Alison on the floor tonight, right where they are. He cannot wait any more.
The head of his swollen staff moves up and down her sex, rubbing against her clit, parting her labia, going deeper as he pushes harder each time.

"Look at me."
He tells her.
"Look at me while I put myself in you."

His body tenses. The scars across his chest and stomach stand in beautiful relief. Sweat shines from his dark skin.
His thighs and buttocks tighten...he smiles.
And then he is moving into her relentlessly, a thick hard invasion meeting the soft yielding resistance that sets both their bodies alive with aching, shuddering sensations.

 

[Redon]

Santago

OOC...The above post is of course mine.

 

[BLACK BART]

David

I had seated myself, as Shelly brought the coffee, and listened to Faith's words.

"Jesse has a heart of gold" I confirm "But like all of us, she needs a few friends she can trust"

I hear Vince's footsteps enter the cafe, and the break in Shelly's words, after he has seated himself nearby. Excusing myself graciously, I sense her interest elsewhere as our conversation lags.

"I guess the idea of Shelly's cooking isn't so appealing, I guess I'll take a rain check" I tell her as I stand and turn "Thank's for the company"

I step away from the table, then turn back with a final farewell, taking my glasses off and letting her see my scarred eyes.

"Faith, even in this cess pool of a town, there are a few good souls" I speak to her softly "You don't need eyes to find them, just listen....treat them right when you find them, and they'll stand behind you forever. The stink of this place is only skin deep, how far it sinks into your soul is up to you."

Walking down the aisle, I excuse myself to Shelly as I walk out "Sorry Shell, I forgot a bundle of papers, and need to get over there before they disappear"

I hear his retort and laugh,and walk into the evening air, still hanging on to its humid heat.

 

[SexyChele]

Jesse

I turn my back on whatever shadows I think I may have seen, and continue walking. I'm deep in thought when the long, sleek, black Benz pulls up next to me and stops. I stop walking, and the passenger window rolls down mechanically.

I walk over and lean on the car, but the occupant says nothing. However, I catch the slight movement as he places a $50 on the console and then continues to look out the windshield. Looking around briefly, I see there is no one around. I take a big sigh, and open the passenger door, and slide onto the leather seat. As I close the passenger door, the huge Benz takes off from the curb.

I look at the neighborhood as we race by - will I see this place again? That same thought always crosses my mind when I get into a car with a "date".......

 

[ariosto]

Vince

He nodded to David as he left the Cafe and wasted no time in sliding into the booth across from Faith.

"I wanted to talk to you before."
The exotic looking woman looked at him openly.
"Why?"

"See. I'm not sure."
His heavy brow knit and he frowned, she noticed his rough hands clutching the coffee cup. The knuckles were calloused but the nails were clean.

"Do you know Old Mother, or the Crucible..."
She shook her head.

"You know normally I'd have wanted to talk to you because your pretty and because I'd want to take you to bed. That would be reason enough."

He looked at the clock again.
Damn Raven!!...Where was he.

"Faith... He knew her name!...Your in trouble Baby. Big trouble. I can't make you... but you need t'come with me.
Now.
I have to see someone and she wants to see you."

The girl hesitated,
"I won't hurt you. I'm trying to save you."

 

[Blaque Gurl]

Faith Anderson

"I won't hurt you. I'm trying to save you."

She hesitated. She had heard those lines before. And where had it gotten her? Nowhere, and a scar to remember her pain. A series of thoughts kept spining around her head...she had no idea what to do. She studyed his face silently. His eyes espessally...searching for sincerity.

But, then she remembered how she felt eyes on her. Like somebody was watching her. How her scar had began to throb hotly. She remembered how she had been followed home just several hours ago. She knew then and there that she had to go with him, and she could tell by the look in his eyes that he was telling the truth.

''Fine...at least tell me what's going on. ''

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vanderbelt

I use my Telepathy an tell Faith not to ask questions but just to leave with Vince Amato!

As I stand in the shadows I see Faith leaving the cooffee shop with Vince Amato and smile.

I see whoever is in the shadows leave because their prey has not left the coffee shop alone.

I have at least been able to save this one life.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Raven

Raven catches up with Vince as he is leaving with the woman called Faith. Raven smiles slightly and nods to Faith, then turns to Vince who looks annoyed.

"Thank you," murmmurs Raven, "for your help with that little situation earlier."

He hands Vince a fold of bills, $250.00 total. Vince looks eager to get going, and Raven feels something more is going on than Vince is just trying to score with the lovely woman at his side.

Vince nods and the couple leaves. Raven watches, vaguely puzzled. He looks around the street to try and locate the source of his uneasiness, a sense that is growing stronger.

Raven notices David, and wonders if he and Jesse ever caught up with one another. It seems to Raven that David and Jesse are attracted to one another and he wonders why they don't get together.

Shrugging, Raven turns and continues down the street. The vague message of the woman who was talking to Vince earlier that evening, the rich looking one, still bothers him as well. Though her powers seem undisciplined, as is the case of most of the rare humans Raven has found to possess those powers, still the message got through.

Raven realizes that in his narrow focus on finding what he could from Cecily's apartment, he has ignored the idea that there might be more going on here, that there may be circumstances that are dovetailing into one another.

I have to feed, Raven tells himself. and soon.

Just as he decides he will seek out someone other than his original quarry, knowing that she will be far more of a challenge than he wishes to encounter right now, Raven feels the presence of the Summoner, she of ancient origins and powers different but no less strong than his own.

Raven glances about, looking for her with eye and mind.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene Vandrbelt

My eyes FLASH a very DARK REDDISH BLUE hearlding my change from Human to my Animal form for it is now my feeding time.

I feed upon EVIL and then I turn it tow good.

I am not the Hunted anymore because I have now become The Hunter!