Forum Thread

((I apologize for the lack of activity from my part. I shall try to do a better job at keeping myself in line from now on.))


Tuesday, May 18th in 2083
Location: Chicago
Time: 20:17
Weather: Cloudy

Ray was rather disappointed with himself. Believing some random passer-by who was going on about aliens of all things? Mike would've gone on a rant about how stupid he was for jumping to such sudden conclusions with so little, not to mention highly unreliable, information. To top it all off, he had actually came by said unreliable information because he got lost. So, right then and there, Ray was grateful he was alone.

Being alone also meant he was in no hurry, he was only playing by his own rules and no one prohibited him from changing them. So the car-finding could wait, the lad was going to get something to eat first. However, that plan was put on hold almost immediately when several irritated voices reached Ray's ears. It didn't take long to pinpoint their source. Someone really seemed to be pissing people off a little further down the street. So naturally Ray had to go check it out. What kind of a human being would he be if he didn't? People were nosy bastards and Ray was no exception.

The young man didn't have to make his way through that many people who were different levels of outraged. When Ray spotted the culprit among the people, the first thing that caught his eye were the wings sown on the back of the guy's leather jacket. Only after progressing that particular detail did Ray realize just why people weren't exactly thrilled by this guy who was walking among them. The guy was pretty much touching every single individual he could get his hands on. Not the inappropriate touching mind you, just a quick a brush, nothing scandalous. It was definitely annoying and probably just a bit creepy to the poor 'victims' though. Still, it was just a creep-o who was probably high and/or drunk, right?

Keeping the earlier 'witness testimony' of a man and a woman appearing from thin air fresh on mind, it wasn't completely unreasonable to suspect something was off. Two weird things going on around the same area at that particular time was enough to note. Coincidences were bs. Or at least that's what Ray had been told.

The possibility that this was just a random weirdo was definitely higher than anything a hunter should've been concerned with. Though Ray wasn't exactly known for making calculated rational decisions. He wasn't going to shoot the guy in the back in the middle of a street but he simply couldn't let it be either. Not that he cared much about the poor little common folk the weirdo was making uncomfortable, Ray was simply curious as to what the guy's deal was. If he was a creepy weirdo and some serial killer who'd just love to drag poor Ray into a back alley and slit his throat, well in that case it was to be noted that the blue haired man had already killed someone that evening and was carrying a gun. No murderer was gonna get him if Ray could help it.

Without putting any further thought into it, not that he ever did, Ray went after the touchy-weirdo-guy. Catching up with the guy, and what seemed to be his female companion, wasn't that big of a task. Ray was quick and most of the people in the guy's vicinity had noticed how much of a creep he was and had started avoiding him. So there wasn't really much people on his way when Ray approached the weirdo from behind and rounded him with quick steps to block the guy's path.

"Dude, are you high or just a nutcase?" Ray asked as soon as he stepped in front of the guy and stared up at the taller man in hopes of finding out the answer from the man's face. "I guess I can see the appeal in creeping a bunch of people out but the ones without a sense of humor are gonna call the cops on you probably sooner than later." A mere glance at a few nearby people was enough to confirm that possibility to Ray. Some of them looked rather suspicious. "Unless you were looking to crash on the comfy jail beds since you got none of your own. In which case you can carry on."

---

Alex's ride got quite boring only few minutes in. There were no cars on road, what was not unusual, because he choose old road that could use as shortcut. If he continues like this he will be there in less then hour and half. And if he's really lucky maybe job won't be awful.

He looked outside for a moment. Scenario was beautiful. He couldn't complain, if he only didn't have to look back to road. He knew that what was waiting for him wasn't as pretty as green hills and trees of cherries growing on old farm. His job was normally nice, seeing people happy and all. But there were people that wanted him to creep on others. Only difference was description he got now. What lead him to question: ''Is that person sane or is there really something in Chicago?''

Soon it started raining, again. So he had to be super careful about road even though he knew there were almost no cars on this road whatsoever whenever. However there were wild animals and he didn't want to hurt small creatures. It was against his logic to go and kill something defenseless. Just thinking about it would make him sick. What was weird to him. He killed things, but this was different. He needed to keep his eyes on road.