Drawn to Drink [Open]

[cypher]

[/I] made Cypher use the needed effort to sit up. Having a natural connection to nature was sometimes incredibly annoying, he felt like he was snow white or in a Disney movie. Sure he liked animals but sometimes enough was just enough. Banging on the roof of his car a flock of birds flew away leaving distinct white droppings on the hood of his car. ”son of a… “ The sound of the birds annoying cry slowly faded away as he sat up to examine his surroundings.

With a loud yawn Cypher noticed the nice collection of bones that covered his cars floor as he sat in the middle of his cars back seat. A subtle frown grew as the calm of his awakening was broken, The feeling was always their. Always craving for more, Always. Cypher leaned between the drivers and passengers seats grabbing a small brown bag in each hand. He sat back down with a thud causing the black four door Chevy Cobalt to rock for a few short seconds. He couldn’t help but notice the small parking complex was empty as his eyes scanned the rearview mirror watching a single young women with a child in arms make their way to a car. His dept of field grew foggy as he stopped looking from the women snapping his attention back to his own eyes in the mirror. They began to glow a placid hazel just bright enough to be noticeable if one looked close enough.

He slowly started to empty the entire content of one bag into his mouth, a small red droplet fell from the bag landed on his cheek. It was unmistakably blood. Wiping it the droplet from his cheek with a finger, Cypher licked it off his hand. Balling up and tossing each on bag aside. A particle of dust that brightly shined through the sunlight caught his attention so he watched it float around for about five minutes. He was in no rush to do anything, falling asleep in his car after a previous night of successful break in’s to the cities morgue. The skull by his feet a trophy of the exploits. Cypher slid through the center of the passenger and drivers seat taking his place behind the wheel. He knew he would have to clean up the mess sometime soon before heading out again. Starting his car Cypher watched the young women’s car leave quickly.

Rounding up the bones along with all other trash he set them all in a body bag that he had stolen with the body. Driving by a dumpster Cypher tossed the remains inside before lighting it’s Contents on fire. Sure, he was an animal but he knew the facts. Mistreated bones often left a ‘haunting scar’ on the places they were left so he salted and torched them happily. His hunger was satisfied for now at least, he had slipped. Like an alcoholic who cheated while in ‘AA’, His skin was burning as his transformation was halted by sheer force of will. His sharp teeth shrinking back to normal as the talons on his hand reverted to plan nails. The bloody ritual marker like a tattoo on his chest almost smoking as if it were fire.

Backing up Cypher looked at himself in the mirror one last time before pulling out of the parking complex he simply drove. Their was no map, no reason to his choice of direction and by the time he had realized that the sun had went down his apatite was in full swing. The New York nightlife was always in motion though he didn’t care for the active lights, Cypher found a little Lounge Bar that catered to the traveler type. Pool tables, areas to dance, and a fully stocked bar and kitchen. It wasn't to bad with its grundge appearance.

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Making his way to an empty table Cypher simply carried a messenger bag full of personal effects while one would find the Alternative healing herbs and medications in the bag, their odd uses in natural rituals were even more interesting. As much as he would have loved to just enter a shamanistic trance Cypher instead pulled out a leather bound sketch pad ordering a glass of water. Flipping past the pages of random drawings from the statue of liberty to the golden gate bridge and many other random people, places and things. Cypher began to draw the interior of the club as if it were a comic book scene.... he smiled as his drink arrived, delivered by a young women who worked in the bar area.
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~Outfit~

[madison]

Madison had been driving for hours. Florian was concerned, and she couldn't blame him. Madison was as well, but she didn't want her thoughts drifting to Charlie. While they had been practice a few mind blocking exercises some things still gleamed through. This wasn't something she wanted her daughter to know, not yet anyways. Not until they were certain.

Though there really wasn't much not to be certain about. The voices, the fact that she could see a demon without their eyes being black or red for that matter, and all of the other little things that had been changing. It all pointed to one thing.

Fallen Angel.

Though there really was no certain way to be able to tell if that was the case. At least not one Madison knew of. A few years ago she was a doctor who was still being battered by her ex husband. She'd had no power. Just the ability to heal people with modern medicine. Though she'd never quite been able to take care of herself as well as she took care of her patients.

Not until Florian came into her life and she learned that the monsters of myth and legend were real. It was shocking, but she dealt with it, doing what she always did. Healing people as best she could when they needed it.

Madison had been on the outskirts. Just a doctor doing what she could, opening her doors to hunters.

Florian had saved her life, maybe more so then she had saved his after more then one hunting trip. They'd been through so much already and just when everything seemed to settle down, just when Charlie had come into her lives, Madison had began to think she was going crazy.

Only she wasn't. At least not schizophrenic wrap her up in a straight jacket crazy. More like she was apparently a fallen angel who could hear the angels talking crazy. Though she had no idea why it suddenly triggered after twenty eight years of living as a normal human.

Either way she needed time alone, time to think. Florian's worried gaze was always on her, and Charlie's inquisitive mind wanted to know. She wanted to know everything needing to be a part of a family and be certain that they weren't going to leave her like her parents, or her grandmother. That they weren't going to die.

Sighing, Madison pulled into the lot of a bar. It was a bit early for a drink, but it was open and she was in desperate need of solace. Normally she didn't find that in a drink, but today she would make an exception.

Grabbing her purse, Madison locked the car and wandered inside. She walked from a bright sunny day outside to a dim, comfortable twilight hue inside. Making her way to the bar, Madison ordered a basket of fries and a martini. Though she wasn't actually hungry she knew she needed to eat something. Otherwise one drink would make her tipsy and eventually she would have to drive home.

Madison twisted on her stool, looking around. Most of the patrons were eating, though one man in particular caught her gaze. He was sitting in a booth, seemingly sketching. For some reason that brought a smile to her face.

Madison herself enjoyed sketching, though her drawings were a bit rusty. She had only recently picked it up again, her exhusband not wanting her to have any source of enjoyment.

"May I ask what you're drawing?" Not the best way to say hello, but Madison could use a distraction, at least until she got a few drinks in her.

[cypher]

Cypher hadn't actually thought that he was going to even be in a conversation in the bar even, he hadn’t touched his drink, he just needed to get his mind off of his hunger. He had noticed the women walk towards the bar simply because he was drawing the bar itself. For a moment he considered adding her to the sketch but she just kept moving to much so he went against it. Looking down he had just drawn a barstool when he heard foot steps leading towards him. It was said that when inspiration struck it unlike lightning stuck in the same place quite often. Looking up Cypher’s eyes almost mechanically scanned the women from the legs up to her face and his hand seemed to move on its own sketching her image back onto the barstool. He didn’t say anything, only turning the sketch pad toward her showing her an image of the bar and herself sitting at a stool. “I am drawing what I think makes this place pleasant.”

It was a kindly flirt, one that was simply used in good fun among strangers. Motioning his free hand towards the empty seat at the booth he waved her to sit down if she wanted to. "My name is Cypher Kane, by the way. I take it you are a fellow appreciator of art?"

[madison]

Madison smiled when she saw the sketch. The bartender handed her the drink and offered to bring the fries to the table. Madison nodded and gave her thinks before going to join the man at the table. She saw no reason that she shouldn't. Madison was a friendly person and it had been a long while since she'd met anyone new. There had been so much going on.

Besides, talking about something other then her little problem was welcome.

Madison took the sketch book from him, her smile turning fond as she traced the edges of his sketch. It was a wonderful likeness. She noted how he'd even managed to catch the bit of sadness in her eyes. Madison wasn't a hunter. She'd had to hide a lot of things in her life, but her eyes were like a window she couldn't close, always showing exactly how she felt. An actress, Madison was not.

"This is beautiful." A tinge of pink touched her cheeks at his compliment. Biting her lip she returned the sketchbook and leaned back in her seat.

"Cypher?" She smiled. "That's a unique name. I'm Madison Raniari. It's a pleasure to meet you"

Whispers began slipping their way into Madison's head. It would make the conversation awkward, trying to listen to Cypher while dealing with the voices. To buy herself some time, Madison lifted her drink, sipping it, using one of the mental exercises that Florian had taught her, trying to push it away.

After a moment it seemed to work, and she flashed a new smile at Cypher to cover any oddness she may have exhibited. "I do like to sketch, but my drawings are not as good as yours I'm afraid. I only recently picked it up again."

The waiter came by with the fries and she smiled at up, giving him a thanks, before sliding it to the middle of the table. "You're welcome to share them with me."

[cypher]

[/I] The though slipped across the back of his mind like an echo barely reaching into his subconscious. It was hard to balance the soul of a beast and the mentality of a healer. Was it the fact shamen were so ready to keep the comic balance that gave him insight into his dilemma? He didn’t know but would have to think on It later.

Taking the sketchbook back he set it onto the table with its page flipped open to a blank page.”Thank you, though Its somewhat archetypical to say as an artist. I feel the need to speak in a French accent and wear a beret. Though I have no hat I do have the accent” Cree was also a component language in two contact languages unique to Western Canada. Michif is a mixed language combining Cree and French and he happened to be quite fluent in French though he added more hilarity to it then necessary. “As an art~ist~ I tried to cap’ture le essence of your beauty.. Though, I honestly think I failed for a mere picture it is in comparison.”

Laughing he returned to his normal speaking voice. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Madison." He couldn't help but cant his head to one side at her sudden 'disconnection' from the moment. Not anting to pry or maybe it was something personal? With a shrug he held the pen to the paper slowly drawing a more personal image of Madison lightly sketching the out line of her jaw until her it was clear he just drew the outline of her head in a profile view. "I think my parents were amused with the word and so its my name. I honestly like it a lot.

When the offer of food was made Cypher smirked nodding his head politely. "Thank you. It was a gift that he had, while not really looking at the page his eye and hand were synced. He was clearly looking at the women though his hand blindly sketched in her nose to the blank head on the page. If the eyes were the window to the soul, he would use hers to metaphorically take a spirit walk through her emotions and relayed them to the page. "Sketching helps me center myself and if you have taken it back up again i would love to see one of your master pieces one day.

Reaching out with a free hand he took a fry in hand soon bringing it to his mouth eating it slowly until it was gone. "So tell me? Do you come here often? I am still quite new around here."

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[madison]

A small smile tugged at the corner of Madison's lips. Cypher's antics were breaking through the wall of worry and stress that had been surrounding the doctor. Madison sipped her drink. She felt a tingling in her neck and shoulders as they slowly began to relax even if it was ever so slightly. Crossing her feet at the ankles, Madison leaned back in her seat.

The truth was that Florian would probably be worried about her talking to a stranger. He was always looking, always searching for the next monster to come after them. He wasn't wrong to do that, but Madison couldn't look at the world that way. There had been so much darkness in her life already. She had to keep her eye on the light -on the good or she might truly go insane.

Well more so then she already felt she was.

"It's still beautiful," Madison told him pertaining to his critique on his work. "I imagine when you take your time that your works of art are spectacular. Have you ever sold any of your pieces?"

Madison took the ketchup and poured it into a little glob by the fries before taking one and dipping it. She leaned forward on the table, elbows resting on the edges.

"I've lived here for a long time." She smiled at him. "This particular bar?" She shook her head. "No, I don't usually frequent it, or bars in general really. It's just been one of those days."

Madison sipped her drink again. "So what brings - " Before she could finish the sentence her head tilted slightly, eyes looking off into the distance as she listened to the voices in her head.

[cypher]

[/b] He said again letting his hand fall to take up another fry slightly painting into the air as if it was a brush before setting it in his mouth to eat it. “I mostly do Sketches for myself though every once in a while I do sell them. Other works of art like small sculptures, paintings, and heck even dolls.” Chuckling he couldn’t even comprehend the amount of dolls he had made in his life and simply shaking his own head in self amusements, forgetting the fact he originally made dolls to lure children away to save them to eat later. “Those I do make and sell for a living since my real job is less then monetarily beneficial.” Cypher reset a long strand of hair that fell onto his face back to behind his ear.

Glancing away from the table he noticed the young women at the bar constantly popping gum, possibly a smoker in need of one now. The smell of smoke that filled the place was just enough to confuse the senses as to who smoked and who didn’t from a distance. He had already adequately stored her scent to memory to be tracked later if need be simply should he find the need to. If his hunger was one thing he had some slightly ability to control then his predatory nature was another thing entirely. Tuning out the random ambient nose of the bar he focused on the near area and his lovely company.

“I find myself in bars more often then I care to admit. I am not one to drink but bars seem to hold the most interesting company. An example being.” He motioned a hand to Madison then took up a fry looking at her more intently as she seemed to be distracted again. ” Must have been a very thought provoking day and I know all about busy days…” stopping only to eat a few more fries since talking with a full moth is rude. ”I am here because someone needed my help… I am a natural healer… Some people still don‘t like hospitals”

For the first time Cypher looked to his glass of? Honestly he had no clue for a moment until he drank it. When ordering a drink and saying ‘Surprise me’ that was literally what you meant and should not be surprised about what’s inside. Apparently a he was given a Corona with Grenadine Grenadine the red pomegranate syrup both making his drink red and sweeter. Taking a drink he figured since he didn’t have a drink of choice it would be a usual thing to order since it was quite good.

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