Post by Xhane on Jun 17, 2011 8:51:23 GMT -5
New Orleans, Louisiana. Known for it's seafood, hospitality, and of course the fools with the beaded necklaces. But as of late it's been something else that has caught the eye of the cast out known to very few as Xhane. There had been reports of extremely odd happenings around the New Orleans area. The first story that caught Xhane's eyes was a family sitting down to eat a turkey for dinner one night and were all found dead. They had choked to death on what could only be described as muscot balls.
A string of deaths much like that were reported periodically from New Orleans. First thing Xhane thought of was a witch. So down to Louisiana he went to investigate. It took him a few days but he managed to track down one person all of the victims seemed to have in common. A woman in her late twenties. Upon further investigation Xhane found the woman's address and scouted out her house. She lived down near the french quarter in a quiant little house all to her self. Far to close to the public eye to just bust in and start smashing things up.
He decided it best to wait until she leaves and follow her. Sitting off in a dark alley was Xhane on a Harley Davidson motorcycle. Xhane sits there wearing a black long sleeved shirt, black leather bants, black leather boots, and a black leather trench coat. He didn't normally ride the bike, but there were those occasions he preferred physical transportation. Sitting there he waited across from the woman's house. He waited for what seemed like hours and then she finally emerged from the home. She was a beautiful woman. About 5'8", blonde hair, trim build. She was beautiful. Too bad he was probably going to have to kill her.
He watched the woman get into her car and begin to pull away. From there Xhane started up his motorcycle's engine and reved it one good time. He waited a few seconds and then pulled out, keeping a decent distance behind her. After only moments the woman pulled her car in front of a building, got out and disappeared amongst a clamouring of people. With an annoyed sigh Xhane pulled his bike over and killed the engine. He looked over the building as well as the surrounding around. The building the woman disappeared in front of was some club named "Wicked". Xhane hadn't heard of it, but then again there isn't much he has.
He gets off the bike and walks toward the group of people waiting outside trying to get in. Seemed to be a busy night. Rather than try and muscle his way through all of the people into the front door he decided to try another way in. Heading down the side of the building Xhane found a window into what appeared to be a bathroom. He'd much rather just teleport inside, but without full understanding of his powers he'd probably wind up inside of the wall. Xhane pops open the window and climbs inside. The window is rather small and he barely fit.
Once inside the window he drops down to the floor and brushes himself off. He looks around and shakes his head. He's in the ladies' room. Hoping to not gain any onlookers or screamers Xhane makes a quick exit out into the club itself. There was some song playing but even if Xhane knew it he wouldn't be able to place it over the thudding bass resonating throughout the building. He looks around for a moment hoping to catch sight of the woman but to avail.
Making his way through the crowd after a few minutes Xhane finally makes his way to the bar. He seats himself on a stool as the bartender comes over. "What'll it be?"[/color] asked the bartender who was drying a glass with a towel. "Strongest scotch you have...and leave the bottle."[/color] The man behind the bar was about to question Xhane's request until he laid a hundred dollar bill on the bar. Xhane had no real need for money, but he does have it for such occasions.
The bartender smirks and nods. "Comin' right up."[/color] The bartender takes the money off the bar and heads down the way before coming back with a bottle of scotch and the glass. Xhane had a feeling this wasn't the "strongest" they had, but he didn't really care. It wasn't what he was truly there for anyway. Xhane poured the scotch into the glass and took a sip. It wasn't bad, he'd had better.
As he takes out a cigarette he watches the mirror behind the bar, hoping to find a trace of the woman he followed in here. Hell, she might not have even come in here at all. Xhane takes out his zippo and lights the cigarette taking a long drag from it as the cherry on the end lights up from the pull. Just as he picked up his glass to take another drink he gets his shoulder grasped from behind suddenly causing him to spill some scotch on the bar. A man, drunk, leans forward with a stupid smirk on his face.
"Nice jacket...give it to me."[/color] Xhane shrugs off the man's hand and turns his head toward the man with no expression on his face. "Another time perhaps..."[/color] From there Xhane turned back around, intending to ignore the man. Becoming enraged by the lack of agreement from Xhane the drunken idiot grabs Xhane's shoulder again and spins him around. "I said, give...me...the jacket."[/color] From here Xhane got to see at least six of the guys buddies all of whom have also had way too much to drink.
Xhane takes a deep breath trying to keep his cool. He didn't like drunks, especially drunks who insisted on touching him. He licks his lips looking down before looking back up at the instigator. "You need to take little friends over there and walk away. There's nothing here for you nor anything you'll like if you continue to bother me."[/color] He was attempting the "nice" approach. Part of him would rather just rip the still beating heart out of the man's chest, but he couldn't let that side win out. Xhane once again goes to turn away when the drunk grabs him and turns him around again. But this time before Xhane can give him one last warning he feels the man's fist across his jaw.
Xhane's head wips to the side. He simply shakes his head slowly getting angry. "Fine..."[/color] With that said Xhane lifts both legs up and plants both boots into the man's chest, sending him crashing through a table. The sudden chaos catches alot of people's attention which Xhane didn't want. Then the guy's six friends converge on Xhane. Before they can get to him Xhane grabs the bottle of scotch and slings it at one, nailing him right between the eyes. The man slumps to the floor in a heap unconscious.
As Xhane gets up he has his arms held back by two the men as a third comes right up on Xhane and begins throwing punches at his midsection. After three shots Xhane brings his boot up hard right into the man's crotch. The man screams out in pain as he clutches himself before dropping to his knees crying. Xhane then swings his arms in causing the two holding him back to collide into eachother and stumble backward. The crowd around the fight has no grown to twice the size it was causing problems for the bouncers to get through.
As the sixth, and last man Xhane sees standing begins to come toward him Xhane plants a boot right into the nose of the man on his knees before him. Blood flies from the now appearing broken nose of the man as he hits the floor. Xhane then heads toward the sixth man. He's a big one. At least 6'7" and built like a truck. Not really wanting to deal with this right now Xhane decides to try something. The man comes right up to Xhane and swings wildly. Xhane sidesteps the man and as he goes to turn back toward Xhane he simply places his hand on the man's forehead and closes his eyes for a moment. The man's eyes roll into the back of his head and he drops to the floor appearing to be asleep.
A sigh of relief escapes Xhane. He wasn't sure if he could do it again, but luck was evidently on his side. Xhane looks around to see all of the bodies laid out and turns to head back toward the bar when suddenly he feels a flash of intense pain across his face. He jerks back and his hand comes up to his face. He pulls it back and sees blood. He snaps his head to the side to see the first asshole who started this all standing there with a knife. Xhane had been trying to control his anger up to this point...he was failing.
Xhane's eyes glow like golden headlight for a moment as his blank expression finally resorts to one of anger. "That...was a mistake..."[/color] Xhane's words linger as his eyes go back to normal. With his hand still covered in his own blood he outstretches it and extends two fingers and then jerks them downward suddenly. The man's knife out of nowhere flies from his hand downward into his feet, pinning it to the floor. Xhane then begins to head toward the man now pleading for his life. The man will regret even waking up this morning after Xhane get through with him...
A string of deaths much like that were reported periodically from New Orleans. First thing Xhane thought of was a witch. So down to Louisiana he went to investigate. It took him a few days but he managed to track down one person all of the victims seemed to have in common. A woman in her late twenties. Upon further investigation Xhane found the woman's address and scouted out her house. She lived down near the french quarter in a quiant little house all to her self. Far to close to the public eye to just bust in and start smashing things up.
He decided it best to wait until she leaves and follow her. Sitting off in a dark alley was Xhane on a Harley Davidson motorcycle. Xhane sits there wearing a black long sleeved shirt, black leather bants, black leather boots, and a black leather trench coat. He didn't normally ride the bike, but there were those occasions he preferred physical transportation. Sitting there he waited across from the woman's house. He waited for what seemed like hours and then she finally emerged from the home. She was a beautiful woman. About 5'8", blonde hair, trim build. She was beautiful. Too bad he was probably going to have to kill her.
He watched the woman get into her car and begin to pull away. From there Xhane started up his motorcycle's engine and reved it one good time. He waited a few seconds and then pulled out, keeping a decent distance behind her. After only moments the woman pulled her car in front of a building, got out and disappeared amongst a clamouring of people. With an annoyed sigh Xhane pulled his bike over and killed the engine. He looked over the building as well as the surrounding around. The building the woman disappeared in front of was some club named "Wicked". Xhane hadn't heard of it, but then again there isn't much he has.
He gets off the bike and walks toward the group of people waiting outside trying to get in. Seemed to be a busy night. Rather than try and muscle his way through all of the people into the front door he decided to try another way in. Heading down the side of the building Xhane found a window into what appeared to be a bathroom. He'd much rather just teleport inside, but without full understanding of his powers he'd probably wind up inside of the wall. Xhane pops open the window and climbs inside. The window is rather small and he barely fit.
Once inside the window he drops down to the floor and brushes himself off. He looks around and shakes his head. He's in the ladies' room. Hoping to not gain any onlookers or screamers Xhane makes a quick exit out into the club itself. There was some song playing but even if Xhane knew it he wouldn't be able to place it over the thudding bass resonating throughout the building. He looks around for a moment hoping to catch sight of the woman but to avail.
Making his way through the crowd after a few minutes Xhane finally makes his way to the bar. He seats himself on a stool as the bartender comes over. "What'll it be?"[/color] asked the bartender who was drying a glass with a towel. "Strongest scotch you have...and leave the bottle."[/color] The man behind the bar was about to question Xhane's request until he laid a hundred dollar bill on the bar. Xhane had no real need for money, but he does have it for such occasions.
The bartender smirks and nods. "Comin' right up."[/color] The bartender takes the money off the bar and heads down the way before coming back with a bottle of scotch and the glass. Xhane had a feeling this wasn't the "strongest" they had, but he didn't really care. It wasn't what he was truly there for anyway. Xhane poured the scotch into the glass and took a sip. It wasn't bad, he'd had better.
As he takes out a cigarette he watches the mirror behind the bar, hoping to find a trace of the woman he followed in here. Hell, she might not have even come in here at all. Xhane takes out his zippo and lights the cigarette taking a long drag from it as the cherry on the end lights up from the pull. Just as he picked up his glass to take another drink he gets his shoulder grasped from behind suddenly causing him to spill some scotch on the bar. A man, drunk, leans forward with a stupid smirk on his face.
"Nice jacket...give it to me."[/color] Xhane shrugs off the man's hand and turns his head toward the man with no expression on his face. "Another time perhaps..."[/color] From there Xhane turned back around, intending to ignore the man. Becoming enraged by the lack of agreement from Xhane the drunken idiot grabs Xhane's shoulder again and spins him around. "I said, give...me...the jacket."[/color] From here Xhane got to see at least six of the guys buddies all of whom have also had way too much to drink.
Xhane takes a deep breath trying to keep his cool. He didn't like drunks, especially drunks who insisted on touching him. He licks his lips looking down before looking back up at the instigator. "You need to take little friends over there and walk away. There's nothing here for you nor anything you'll like if you continue to bother me."[/color] He was attempting the "nice" approach. Part of him would rather just rip the still beating heart out of the man's chest, but he couldn't let that side win out. Xhane once again goes to turn away when the drunk grabs him and turns him around again. But this time before Xhane can give him one last warning he feels the man's fist across his jaw.
Xhane's head wips to the side. He simply shakes his head slowly getting angry. "Fine..."[/color] With that said Xhane lifts both legs up and plants both boots into the man's chest, sending him crashing through a table. The sudden chaos catches alot of people's attention which Xhane didn't want. Then the guy's six friends converge on Xhane. Before they can get to him Xhane grabs the bottle of scotch and slings it at one, nailing him right between the eyes. The man slumps to the floor in a heap unconscious.
As Xhane gets up he has his arms held back by two the men as a third comes right up on Xhane and begins throwing punches at his midsection. After three shots Xhane brings his boot up hard right into the man's crotch. The man screams out in pain as he clutches himself before dropping to his knees crying. Xhane then swings his arms in causing the two holding him back to collide into eachother and stumble backward. The crowd around the fight has no grown to twice the size it was causing problems for the bouncers to get through.
As the sixth, and last man Xhane sees standing begins to come toward him Xhane plants a boot right into the nose of the man on his knees before him. Blood flies from the now appearing broken nose of the man as he hits the floor. Xhane then heads toward the sixth man. He's a big one. At least 6'7" and built like a truck. Not really wanting to deal with this right now Xhane decides to try something. The man comes right up to Xhane and swings wildly. Xhane sidesteps the man and as he goes to turn back toward Xhane he simply places his hand on the man's forehead and closes his eyes for a moment. The man's eyes roll into the back of his head and he drops to the floor appearing to be asleep.
A sigh of relief escapes Xhane. He wasn't sure if he could do it again, but luck was evidently on his side. Xhane looks around to see all of the bodies laid out and turns to head back toward the bar when suddenly he feels a flash of intense pain across his face. He jerks back and his hand comes up to his face. He pulls it back and sees blood. He snaps his head to the side to see the first asshole who started this all standing there with a knife. Xhane had been trying to control his anger up to this point...he was failing.
Xhane's eyes glow like golden headlight for a moment as his blank expression finally resorts to one of anger. "That...was a mistake..."[/color] Xhane's words linger as his eyes go back to normal. With his hand still covered in his own blood he outstretches it and extends two fingers and then jerks them downward suddenly. The man's knife out of nowhere flies from his hand downward into his feet, pinning it to the floor. Xhane then begins to head toward the man now pleading for his life. The man will regret even waking up this morning after Xhane get through with him...
