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As your character is walking down an alleyway, they began to notice that something was a bit off. In order to confirm whether they're being followed or not, they purposely take one step and hear a slight 'tap' behind them.
How would your OC react?
Post IC!
Diablo was wandering yet again. He had killed another demon earlier, and after cleaning up, decided that a disguised walk through the city is exactly what he needed to get rid of the aftermath of adrenaline buzz that ran through his system. Hiding his tail and horns with a long hooded jacket, he blended in smoothly with the crowds. To most onlookers, he might've been just another emo kid. And that was exactly what he wanted.
Taking a shortcut through an alleyway, he continued his nomadic wanderings. He only stopped when he swore he heard something. After a but of time, he shrugged it off and kept wandering. There it was again, footsteps gettng closer. He stopped, this time looking over his shoulder to see an empty alleyway, the bustle of the streets distant in comparison to the noise he had just heard befote. He kept walking, his heart starting to thump faster and faster. The steps, much closer then before. He whirled around, bringing out his daggers in a flash. His hood nearly fell off, but somehow it stayed on, concealing the demonic horns. "Ok, what do you w-" He began to yell, but stopped abruptly once he saw his stalker. He looked formidible, certainly intimidating. His heart leapt up into his throat as he swallowed up whatever spit was left in his now parched mouth. He kept the dagger pointed at the man, while readying himself to grab the other one on his waist and engage in a fight. "What do you want with me? Tell me!" He tried to pressure his stalker for information, all while backing off bit by bit.
But from the look of things, this encounter probably wouldn't end too smoothly for both parties involved.
Leon shuffled down the empty streets. It was past midnight and he was heading home after sneaking out to buy another pack of cigarettes. Carefully placing the nicotine filled stick in between his semi parted lips, he lit it. He inhaled the nasty smoke and exhaled with a loud sigh.
He had he feeling of something bad though. Like someone was watching. Creeping. Stalking. He turned around quickly and gasped softly, dropping the cigarette. "Aw for f*cks sake, you made me drop ma' cig!" He yelled at the figure. They didn't say a word. He furrowed his brows and scowled. "Yew tryin' ta pick a fight?" He yelled. They continued to stand there. It was freaking him out. "Piss off." He mumbled and ran home.
As Jared was making his way back home, he couldn't help but feel as if someone was following him. He glanced back every 10 seconds while increasing his pace, growing more anxious by every second. It was weird, why in the world would someone want to follow him? The only good reason he could think of was the fact that he supposedly smelled like popcorn; maybe he should start decreasing his time spent in the movies. When Jared glanced back one more time, he accidentally tripped over his right foot, causing him to wobble above a stray cat. Thankfully, it hissed and fled right before he was about to land on top of it. He groaned and rubbed his head in pain. As he opened his eyes, he spotted a figure illuminated under a street light and let out a yelp. It sure didn't look human. Somehow, he knew the mysterious figure didn't have any ill intention. The stranger gave off more of a playful vibe, but that didn't stop Jared from fleeing the scene.
Ken stepped off the bus, grimacing at the puddle he was forced to step onto. These were new shoes! He groaned and tugged at his hood once again, glaring at the sky for daring to rain today. It responded by sending a raindrop right into his eye. He winced and wiped his face, but he slowed down. Something felt off. He lowered his hands and looked around. There was someone in the distance that was too far away for him to see properly. But they were definitely watching him from on top of their bike. Did they recognize him? His expression growing serious, Ken tugged at his jacket and began to walk off.
Five steps in and he could hear it, the repetitive buzz of bicycle wheels. That guy was following him. Ken picked up his pace, but he could only hear the bicycle get closer. What a time for everyone to be busy! Now the lead singer, the face of the band, was going to get kidnapped! Ken closed his eyes tightly while gritting his teeth, summoning the strength to fight off his attacker. That's right, he wouldn't go down without a fight! Letting out a war cry, the pop star spun around, prepared to face the person. Instead, the bicyclist lost control of his handles in surprise and faceplanted hard into the ground. Ken hesitated at the scene and dared to get close. The person groaned and got up enough for him to recognize the man as-
"You?!" he gasped. His face turned red and he stomped Jared back down on the ground. "You IDIOT, I thought you were some creepy stalker! What were you doing, you weirdo?! You should've called out to me instead of being quiet and creepy, you stupid NERD!"
He continued to stomp on Jared for ten minutes.
Owen had realized he heard the footsteps following him about halfway to his destination. He realized there was something off about his footsteps. They sounded almost like they were echoing eachother and being a detective it wasnt exactly Owens first time being followed either. He felt his tail start puffing itself up to look bigger to whatever was following them. Owen made a hard right into a nearly empty street he needed to get somewhere more..secluded. He needed to be sure that someone was actually following him. And if he was being followed. He needed to find out why. He walked. Moving up his pace. He could hear the person behind him struggle to keep up. Three steps for his every one. They must be shorter then him he assumed. He made another hard turn walking purposely into a dead end. Before turning and grabbing the person following him pushing them against a wall. "Who are you and why are you following me? who sent you?" He'll admit he was..slightly surprised instead of a huge hulking man he instead saw a danity women. He wasnt expecting that he would admit. But it wasnt uncommon men would use women as bait to lower ones guard. Owen wasnt taking any chances. He griped the womens shirt. "You haven't responded so allow me to repeat myself who the bloody hell are you and why are you following me?" He said calmly but his eyes were burning a hole into the poor womens forehead.
After finishing up with work, Alena picked up her belongings and began walking home. It was a calm and peaceful night! She felt a smile curl up on her lips due to the relaxing atmosphere around her. The android felt at ease until she suddenly detected an unfamiliar presence not too far from her. Her eyes snapped open and began frantically looking around to see if anyone was there. Seeing that the coast was clear, she cautiously turned back around and continued to walk her way home. No matter how she looked at it, Alena was certain she was being followed. She walked for a couple more minutes before coming to a halt and turn around once again, only to be met by pitch darkness of the alleyway.
"E-excuse me," her soft voice echoed. "Can I help you with something?" Alena didn't expect the person to reveal themself so quickly. She felt a cold chill run down her back upon noticing Owen's tail. Were those teeth?? They were really sharp too! The man didn't look very friendly either, so all Alena could think of was to run away. Why was he following her? She was sure this was their first ever encounter! Hopefully he didn't have any ill-intent after all and simply wanted to say hi? She shook her head and continued fleeing away from Owen. In the end, the thing she was truly afraid of was his vicious looking tail.
Terry looked at the chocolate orange in his hand. The school nurse gave this to him. She always gave him one. You know, he never quite thought about it now, but how did she know how much he liked these? Knowing her, people at the school probably gave it to her and she in turn gave it to him instead of throwing away. Makes sense. Plenty of teachers and parents alike talked about how beautiful and sweet she was, only natural they give her a fitting treat.
He sneezed then groaned. God, this cold was getting worse. He pressed the back of his hand against his forehead. Was he running a fever? It was flu season, and flu shots never seemed to work on him. Crap, he couldn't get sick now, there was too much to do. He coughed then paused, letting out a big sneeze. Another groan. He just visited Alena too for medicine, he can't go back.
With a sigh, Terry turned around. Might as well suck up what little pride he had and ask for some medicine, right? However, it was in his turn that he thought he saw something. A blur of blue. Was that... Alena? Terry blinked and rubbed his eyes. Nothing. A silent moment passed before he sighed and felt his head again. He MUST be coming down with something to get hallucinations like this.
Harper yawned as he slowly made his way down the alley. It was always peaceful at this time. No people or city noises. Just the occasional shouts from gang members or rowdy teens staying out too late.
He watched his breath form and disappear in front of his eyes, shaking a bit from the cold. Harper knew he needed to find somewhere to rest and warm up for a bit. Before he could think of any options, an uneasy feeling crept towards him. As if someone was.. watching him?
"Someone there?" He called, stopping and turning around.
Nothing.
Really, he was a little startled, but he shook it off. Surely nobody was actually following him...
As he began to walk again, he heard it. Footsteps. This time, he spun around, and managed to spot the figure behind him.
Initially, he was confused. What was some... tired, bored-looking guy doing? Just following him..?
But he quickly shook off his confusion. There was more to this. Perhaps he was an angel? Another demon? He couldn't let his guard down.
"Alright. Cards on the table, man," He began, pulling his sword from its sheath. "You tell me what the hell you're doin' and we'll both head home without any scratches, yeah?"
It was near dark in the city, mostly everyone was in their homes except for a masculine figure walking down the street, puffing on a cigarette. His tail dragged along the ground, and Wolve grumbled to himself as he took a turn and walked down an alleyway. For once, the lindworm man was alone and could do as he pleased. While he kept talking, Wolve could suddenly feel like something was following him. Who would be out at this hour? Slightly on the defensive, he turned around and proceeded to scan the entire area. He had eyes perfect for sensing movement, and as he looked around for a couple seconds, he finally caught sight of the figure that was following him. Defensive turned to confusion.
The figure who had been following him was a male, with short hair and dressed in a red and black outfit. What stood out though was the scene of some kind of sword resting in a pouch that laid behind the stranger's back. He did nothing but just look at him, the cigarette still in his mouth and tail swishing back and fourth casually. "If you don't mind me asking, who are you and why the hell are you following me?" He said in a annoyed and low-key pissed off manner. He was slightly nervous though as well, being able to sense that something was off about the other guy.
Footsteps echoed down the street, the bare-footed Devo Dyssebeia was out and about. It was one of those rare moments when they were themselves, in control of their body and their words. They were certainly used to speculation happening, odd stares and brave idiots trailing behind. A barefooted maniac dressed in nothing but a pair of pants (made from a sack of potatoes, one would be able to see the print on the side of the leg), and dirtied button down. Devo looked like something out of a zombie movie. Still, they had their brain, and they knew when someone was following them.
They turned a corner, leading the stalker down a winding alley way, before stopping dead in their tracks. "I know you're following me. I can smell you." They turned their head, trying to find him. "It isn't hard, I don't even have super human scent. You just reek." Out of the corner of their eye, they spotted it, movement. It was a man, smaller than them, but not by much. Curiously, Devo moved closer. "Now, why would you follow me all the way here? What are you looking for?" Their head tilted slightly, eyes unblinking. "You obviously don't want money. Only an idiot would think I have that, and I don't think you are that stupid. Do you think you know me? No... you would have said something before I entered the alley way." They rubbed their chin as they continued to approach, eyes narrowing slightly. Ah, so they do have eyelids! "Certainly a peculiar thing you are. Perhaps we should start again, and this time you can be upfront with your business with me, instead of playing this long and tiring game of beating around the bush." They held out a hand, two of their finger nails were missing, and the knuckles were cracked beyond all belief. "Devo Dyssebeia. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"
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Fear and instincts caused Devo's hands to grasp around the larger man's wrist. There was no attempt to pry the hand of their neck, only to make sure it wouldn't be crushed under his weight. "Well...'m glad I don't have a wife, then." They said, with a pained smile on their face. There was a sickening cheer in Devo's voice, an odd sort of casualty in their voice. "Nor do I think you wish to spill my guts. Blood is so tiring to wash off clothing. It would be a pain to get the stain out of that cloak of yours." They let out a sort of chuckle, though it sounded more like a wheeze. "Your name is Noel, correct? It would be a shame if I was being choked by the wrong guy. While I'm not entirely complaining, this whole thing would be a waste of both of our time if my judgement was off." Their red eyes attempted to catch Noel's. There was fear behind them, fear that couldn't be found in their voice. "Perhaps I should introduce myself. I'm Devo Dyssebeia. It's a pleasure to meet you, perhaps-maybe-not-Noel."
One heard all sorts of noises on these streets. It wasn't exactly something Noel wasn't used to, but he could also tell when he was being followed. At this point in his life, such sense had been hammered into him to the point of instinct, and so he veered off his intended path and into the alleyway. If he was lucky, he would find a watering hole in the passage, and even if it was dubious, he would rather be inside somewhere he didn't know than have himself tracked all the way home. His daughter was waiting there. He didn't like any possibility of her getting the same treatment from... whoever this person was. Besides, he was fairly confident in his own abilities. Though he was old, he was certain he could fight off whoever was on his tail.
Noel looked to the sky. It was late into the evening, but not quite dark enough for the concrete to be pitch black. Only enough that the buildings surrounded him cast their shadows and the sun illuminated the area behind them in an amber glow.
Unfortunately for him, there was no bar to be found in the alley. He moved his hand underneath his cloak, grabbing onto his dagger, but then he decided he didn't want to use it. Blood was tricky. It didn't need to be spilled. He wasn't scared, however. No. Not at all. Instead, he was fucking pissed. He marinated in annoyance at first, but the lack of a bar shifted his mood into rage. His blood boiled more and more, as he slowed his speed and steered closer to a dumpster. Hm. Yes. This would do.
He spun around quickly and rushed forward. He snapped his hand around Devo's throat, and with as much strength as he could muster, attempted to slam them down against the top of the dumpster. He settled his fat weight onto them. He had a quiet voice despite this. He leaned in close, his foul breath hot on the other's cheek as he murmured in their ear.
"A farmer tried to test me, once. I pulled his guts out of his ass and stuffed his wife with them."
quick follow-up to the post below! mmm. chicken nuggets.
Dinosaurs weren't that rare of a sight in Ophesia, though rarely did they end up in places such as these. Rather than preserve such animals, however, Noel was desperate. He would eat a dinosaur over a rabbit any day, and besides, they tasted like chicken, as he found out years ago while hunting alongside his nephew.
He crept down the alleyway, tracking Ivo from the moment he first saw him. He hoped this wasn't anyone pet, but he did look a bit more... wild. He held his crossbow in his torn hands, though kept it pointing downwards for now. He murmured something under his breath, though it wasn't clear what he was saying. He leveled the weapon when the troodon had his back turned, gobbling down a rodent, though the man just had to make one wrong step on the pavement for the animal to lift its head.
He stopped in his tracks and lowered his weapon. He stared Ivo down warily as the troodon's hackles raised, followed by a series of growls and flaps of its wings. From that moment, Noel decided that it wasn't worth the trouble. There were shops, so surely he could drop by a cheap grocery. Augh. What a horrid idea.
He took a step back and let Ivo retreat from the alley. As he observed the animal, watching him until he was no longer in sight, Noel raised a hand to his chin and sighed.
He'd better start finding some fish and rye, then.