~*~ The Dark World {Rp thread!} ~*~

"I'll clean it up, make it look like an accident." said Abby, going to work. She cleared out alot of the debri and made it look like a propane explosion. Then she got the survivors and treated the burns and drugged them so that they'd forget her. When she was done the gang was totally convinced that there had been a propane explosion and she had stopped the flames from spreading through the city, getting her off their enemies list and they told their big shot friends that there had been an accident that cause the destruction of their base. Abby then left the city without another word. She new no one would talk of her out of fear or fear of the gangs. So she wasn't bothered.

"What?!" asked Abby stopping on her way out. She cleaned it up and made sure everyone was singing the same song. What was the problem?

Ike simply stood there, pondering. He was thinking about the gang Vira had mentioned earlier, The Full Moon was it? Recruited other gangs? But Red, his gang...naw. It wasn't possible, convinced Ike, but he felt uneasy in his stomach. He hadn't done a check up in ages now; nor had he seen a single gang member. "Have to go!" shouted Ike, already running at top speed to Red's headquarters. They wouldn't leave me? Now without my permission. The leeches. Ike ran like crazy, throwing open the garage doors to reveal..an abandoned parking lot. A note fluttered in the wind.

Sorry Ike, you weren't there for us when we needed you. Full Moon doesn't care for you so..take care and don't cross our path.-Red

"Nooo!" shouted Ike, punching the concrete wall with his fist. A large dent was created, smeared with blood, but Ike didn't care. His gang had left him, without even a good bye.

For the first time in his life, Ike got drunk. He couldn't see clearly, couldn't remember anything. He was everything he had accused Vira of being the first time he saw her. Ike stumbled out of the tavern, bumping into everything. He squinted, trying to see a clear path, then fainted in an alley. His brain couldn't handle all that alcohol. He didn't care what happened to him now. "Will someone just end my miserable life right now?" he managed to whisper before his head hit the hard stone.

Abby found Ike in the alley. She had come back to the city to get more gas, when she stumbled upon him in the alley. Sigh... Well I can't just leave him here. she thought as she picked him up with a heave and dragged his drunken butt back to her place.

"Guess I'll have to move again." Abby sighed. "Hey you want to help me with this guy? He's not exactly a feather weight." Abby groaned. She had his arm around her neck and was barely supporting him without topeling to the ground herself. "If you want I'll give you a place to stay for the night. A warm bed'll do wonders." said Abby.

Ooc: Where are you guys planning to drag my poor baby? I'm planning on making him have a nightmare, then wake up to find himself in...the woods, another apartment, an abandoned barn? Thanks!

OOC: In a small ramshackle hut in the middle of the woods. It's a temporary set up she made on short notice. It's actually portable, but stable and very sturdy.

Abby kept carrying him into the woods. Once she got to her hut, she got him settled in her bed and made some soup for herself. When she was done with dinner, she washed up and went to bed on her couch.

Ooc: Thanks!

Ic: Ike was having nightmares: the worst kinds.

"No! Don't leave!" he shouted to sneering faces, peering at him from behind empty crates and boxes in the abandoned ware house. "Your too weak!" taunted an unknown voice, cockily strutting up to his limp form on the concrete floor. "Fight me." Ike looked up, only to stare into a black blob of a human. "A-are you the Full Moon leader?" he asked, using all his energy to prop himself on one arm. It was a failed attempt and his body hit cold concrete again. The mystery man triumphantly placed his foot on Ike's head, pressing down. "Your nothing but garbage now, pretty boy. Your second-in-command gladly decided to join my forces. You will feel the wrath of The Full Moon in one month! Beware!"

"Ah!" shouted Ike, abruptly sitting up. He looked around, squinting, trying to observe his surroundings. He was in a small hut: cozy little place but in need of remodeling. He looked around to see Abby on her couch, sleeping. Confused, he tried to logically figure his predicament. Suddenly, he experienced the worst headaches he had ever felt in his whole entire life. Ike was experiencing his first hangover. "Make it stop!" Ike complained, standing up, then collapsing to the ground. He made a large boom as he crashed into a lamp which fell to the floor: shards.

"What the hell?!" yelled Abby. up on her feet with her lighter out and a fire ball in her hand. She put out the flames when she saw Ike's sorry state. "Here." she said, handing him a steaming mug. "It'll help with the hang over. I've had a few before and I've officially stopped drinking after accidently blowing up the last tavern I got a drink from." said Abby. "Now why'd you scream like that? You startled me so bad I nearly caught you and my house ablaze!" she said, making herself some tea.

"You shut up. Not everyone is as experienced with alcohol as you. So you can stuff it or I'm kicking you out." Abby yelled, glaring at the other girl. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to get more fire wood." said Abby angrily, grabbing her fire proof cloak. "If you guys break anything while I'm gone I'll turn you into fire wood." Abby threatened as she left.

Occ: Yeah, Thalia. How 'bout the leader of the Full Moon can send messages through sleep. Like it.

"Ugh! Take it back!" Ike snapped, stomping towards Vira, then abruptly halted, putting his hands to his heads. "Ah! Make it stop!" He looked up to see Abby, the only one with a a sympathetic face in this hostile room, handing him a mug. He accepted, sat on a bed and sipped the delicious, warm concoction. "Nightmare," croaked Ike, staring into the orange flames that danced and crackled so peacefully. "All's I saw was a scum bag blob have the nerve to stomp his darn foot on my head, saying so mightily, 'I'll hurt you, blah, blah blah.' The dirt bag." Suddenly, realization hit Ike...next month...when the moon was at it's fullest again. That was when...He shivered, dropping the mug, a dumbfound expression on his face. "How could he know?" Ike pondered out loud, eyes wide with astonishment.

Ooc: Oh, btw, Ike has a dark secret...a weakness...that will be revealed soon.

Ooc: opps. Your right. My bad! Oh oh! How about the leader can absorb others' powers so he has the same as the people he is fighting, making him a VERY tough opponent. But his weakness could be he can only absorb, like, a max of 3 powers at a time. Maybe? Just me and my nerdy self. ;)

Ic: Ike recovered from his state of shock and glared at Vira. She's so, ugh!, decided Ike, noticing the disapproving signs radiating from Vira's body. She thinks she's all goody two shoes, the leech. Suddenly, Ike stood up and shouted at Vira, pointing with an accusing finger, "You think your a goody two shoes, do you? If there is anyone worthy of being called a leech it's you!" There, he said it. He watched to see how she reacted, ready to fight.

Ike stood there, thinking her breezy manner was all a trap. Why did she just "brush the insult off her shoulder" like it was nothing? The laugh was creepy too. Ike didn't laugh when someone insulted him; he went all out and never paid for the medical bill. "I bet you've killed tons of people." Ike tried accusing her again. It was one of his new-found, likable hobbies: taunting, insulting, or accusing.