Demon hybrid.   Semi-immortal.   Cursed.   Chaotic Evil/Neutral?    

Arms collector.   Borderline pyromaniac.    Mild  sociopath.    Murder for hire. 

 Hunter in training.










Pronounced " Kay "         

 "Kitty-Prince"   "Kei-Cat"   "Prick"    "Asshole"   

"Gobbering brainy gun-loving, white-faced, arse cat"   


Also Known As...               

"Jason"    "Jay"    "Jace"    

"Blue-jay"   "Grasshopper"    "Sugar nugget" 








 " Keep staring...

and you're gonna look as fucked up as me."




Upon first sight, Kei stands just above average height and strongly built, about as physically capable as a human around his size could be. Jet black hair falls forward in somewhat of a messy and haphazard manner, shaven close on the left side of his face. The ends still show remnants of being dyed a dark blue color once upon a time.Where one would expect a face, his skin gives way to scarred bone: a fanged | SKULL | of strange nature, sharing both human and feline attributes. Where eyes should be, hollow sockets linger. The interior vague as if a material is seemingly too dark for light to penetrate.  

His ears themselves rely on a different frequency to hear, thus, his hearing is higher than that of a human. Things like humming from electronics, machinery, and other high pitched noises can give him a headache in a matter of minutes. He's gotten a knack for being able to understand other creatures as well, such as felines, canines, and an assortment of others.  A feline's tail lingers likewise, topping off the strange choice of demon physiology that is the man's make-up. It serves a use in aiding the adjusting of his balance. With little chance of facial expressions... one must rely mostly on his body language.


(For example. If he's coming closer it's probably to try and kill you.)








And so, he made his home on streets altogether meaner and

dirtier than those others would walk. A place where blood runs

in the gutters and the occasional screams in the night drown

out the music. "


His residence is within an old abandoned theatre that had been shut down for many years. Originating in the 1800's as an opera house, the establish eventually shut down following the death of a young singer by the name of Ophelia. Left vacant for many years after, in 1920's renovations went underway to turn the building into a motion picture and small performance theater. A short thirty years after, the productions stop and it resumed its role as another vacant building in the city. For the few that wander in on accident, the inside is coated with a layer of dust other than the few parts he inhabited since the curse. He had chosen a room off to the side behind the theatre stage with a back door, as well as a few others that remain oddly locked. These maintained parts are surprisingly well taken care of despite his destructive nature. The theatre also has quite a large population of cats that he occasionally takes home out of pity. The demon considers it as 'paying rent' seeing that the strays came long before he.

Kei's second residence is an apartment in close proximity, following his release of the curse and in gaining his humanity back. Two blocks down and one to the left of the theatre building, he pays a landlord a royal sum to ask no questions and to take care of utilities on a six-month basis. He spends his time there only occasionally to sleep and when cold; it serves as a retreat from his mercenary work. While nothing special, it serves as a link to humanity he had otherwise been lacking.

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The wrong person walked into the wrong place at the wrong moment.

What happened on that night, as a result, he lost his life. Or rather, what little of a life that a homeless kid on the street could have. If you think he died, you would be both right and wrong. He lost a life. His old life, and he wouldn't be getting it back. The wrongful footsteps into an abandoned theatre building were lead with the intention of refuge. In agitating the spirit which still lingered within the ruins, what it would bring him would be five years of solitude to his name. What was once flesh withered to scarred bone. What were once eyes became hollow sockets. What were once teeth were turned to fangs. A loss of humanity and in place, something far more demonic to have altered his being. The breaking point that started the transition from the unfortunate teen, to a promising sociopath in the making. In a way, he lost everything including his humanity. He gained something far stronger all the same

He lost a life. What he gained was nine moreIt seems like something just short of immortality, doesn't it? A 'gift' of immortality that would quite literally be the death of him. 






" You thought you could kill me off that easy..?  "



The cat has a reputation as long as the Empire State building high. Murder, theft, drugs, vehicular homicide, you name it, he's done it, even several times over. Being a bit of an anarchist, he has little respect for the law and truly believes his actions will never catch up to him. Adding in some supernatural ability and what seems like the promise of immortality, he somehow manages to keep himself under the radar.

He has a habit of destruction on impulse in which a life can sometimes mean little to him. With empathy being a rather lost emotion for some reason or another, the ideals or opinions of others occasionally fail to register, and can often mean little to the demon. 

Kei is well known to have a fixation on weaponry and has amassed himself a small collection over the last five years or so. Mainly knives and guns, with some past dabbling in explosives. Hardly ever does he make a move without a weapon on him at all times. 

There isn't much hospitable about the man upon meeting. He's aggressive and overall has a short temper. His words come out as bitter and laced with sarcasm. Kei finds enjoyment in making others squirm, whether it be by his cursed appearance or the smartass comments that leave his mouth.


To the few he has not driven away, to those that he considers good company, odds they aren't as fooled. He still has quite a bit of human at his core. He's stubborn. Sometimes clingy. Shows some emotion. Even genuinely smiles from time to time.





Note-worthy "Possessions" 


necklace from Alice. He tends to keep it on his person.

Two pistols- Glock 26/27, a gift from Naomi.

Totem-like necklace featuring animal bones. A gift from Nikki.



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Sometime after the release of the curse, finding himself in what was seemingly another rock bottom in his life, it was a familiar face passing through the city that had pulled him back onto his feet and ultimately gave the man a chance at a meaningful livelihood. This came after an impromptu hunt with none other than the Huntress, Alice D. O'Malley. An acquaintance turned friend by strange circumstances, later turned into teacher and coach that he would trust more than anyone else affiliated with. It was for the second time that she had suggested he joined the ranks of the Hunters distinguished within the organization, to which, in search of a purpose other than dwelling on the streets he finally accepted. 

The process was to begin with an opening interview, which started with discussing his reasoning in applying. In all honesty, the man hardly knew what he was doing there. Aside from the simple fact that he had nothing else promising to turn to. Explaining his tiredness for doing empty mercenary jobs on the street turned to the explanation of the curse to which he was plagued... and ended promptly with a gunshot wound to the side of the head. With his justifications found as credible, as well as the shock that persisted to Alice's 'demonstration' of the curse's ability, he woke up to the news that he was allowed forward. Once his ears had ceased ringing a gruesome obstacle course to prove as physical fitness testing, and finally, a week's preparation came to pass and he was onward to his first hunt in New Orleans.

|    HS Psychological Examination    |    HS Psychological Examination (Part 2)    |

The first and second hunts came as successes, to each not without their own fatalities. A man once thriving in a lifestyle without boundaries nor morality now is doing what he can to walk a line between right and wrong for the first time in his life. The trials thus far have lead to injury, physical strain, and some emotional trauma heading forward that he didn't quite know he was capable of expressing. Regardless, two hunts into his certification, something has hit home to the point where Jason/Kei is certain of continuing onward. Of his own will, as well as full motivation that he isn't about to let Alice down.



Hunting in Russia.

|    Hunt 1: Psychological Report    |    Hunt 2: Psychological Report     |






If anything at all could be said in a description to the cat, it would be that Kei is someone that is generally hard to be around. As a person he's irritable. Inhospitable. Violence-prone, sharp with his words and quick to anger. Disregarding the feelings of others. There is no aspect of his personality that suggests he'd ever truly learned how to keep people around him without eventually causing a falling out, usually sooner rather than later. And so, that is the common outcome at hand. Close to someone one day, discarded the next when subconsciously it seems to reap no benefit on his behalf.

With everything stated holding truth, it could be also said that he's trying. Whether that be coming to a truce with his daughter Agnes after several years of conflict, or taking on a social role he'd never been accustomed to as he carries on with the Society.  In the end, he's gained some familiar faces, each for better or for worse.




Alice is hands down one of his closest friends he has to his name. She has been there to pick him up from some of his harder times and is ultimately the person responsible for getting him onto a straight and narrow path with his life. As a result, he's willing to do whatever he can in order to keep her around. Whether that means having her back for each hunt or being invested in taking as much hell from her as he needs to, in order to get past the wall she's put up around herself.  (x1)  




Agnes is Jason's one and only biological child. Due to the fact that he had never wanted nor expected to have kids, he was absent for almost the entirety of her upbringing. Fast forward fifteen years, the two had clashed from the moment they had met as Agnes got her due revenge, the two fighting even up until present meetings. There is no telling whether the two are on good or bad terms, as it changes by the week. As of recent, the relationship between the two has improved with Agnes' time spent in holding at the Hunter Society's Headquarters. 




A seasoned killer and a trained thief- what better combination is there? There’s no telling how the two interact with having such little in common between them, or how Jason ever came to take a liking to the man. Either way, the two have gotten into their fair share of mischief, and have emptied several glasses at the bar on occasion. More or less from alcohol-induced talks, Cooper is a person Jason’s found himself opening up to, offering information Alice or Agnes wouldn’t get a hold of so easily.








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Alrighty, so I'll say it here now so you can't get nearly as mad at me later.

An advisory warning: Kei is an offensive character. He is built to be an asshole. Expect violence, language, gore, and so on to be a possibility in writing. Also be aware that he has a habit of meeting people and then essentially 'tossing' them if they no longer seem beneficial. It's a built-in character flaw, he's workin' on it. Expect harsh words, blood, possible falling outs, and general abrasiveness from him if you choose to move forward in writing. With all that being said I give you full permission to kill Kei as long as it fits into the plot reasonably. *Shrugs.*

Also please know and be prepared for the fact that I inevitably tend to choose favorites on who I respond to first. Some plots are older than others. Some hold more gravity on the character than others. This comes less as a personal reason and more for the priority of keeping character development rolling.

Secondly, as the writer, I prefer long-term plots unless we plan otherwise. This means I'm looking far into the future, and anything that happens within plot has the possibility to affect Kei's overall story, and even tangle with other stories. Finally, I am a site Admin (as you may already know by now). Feel free to come to me with any questions you have regarding the site, coding, issues in the community, or if you just feel like bullshitting. I'm around. 


 FC: A heavily edited Diego Barrueco. 

Digital FC: Work by Genki-de

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  • How she ended up in such a predicament will bother her for the rest of her life if she ever makes it out of here alive. She thrashed and attempted to pull her leg out of the grasp of the Wendigo. It all but nearly broke her foot when it tightened it's grip down on her. She could have sworn that she had heard Nes. Was it the ploy of the Wendigo or of the spirits. This place was making her bat crazy, every fucking inch of it. And now here she was being hauled away like a pirate's perfect loot. That being the meat and blood under her skin that surely would be eaten as well. 

    No, fucking no. HS was not about to be bloody eaten.

    She continued her struggle until her nails cracked and her fingertips plucked and scratched painfully on the cracked floor to try and pull herself free. It dragged her for a long time. Up one flight of stairs, another. Another. Could she make out footsteps behind her, rapid, louder? She turned her head and looked back to see Jason. Her eyes widened and she quickly brought up a bloody finger to her mouth as though to tell him to remain silent. She just might get out of this alive, and if no, at least he would find the lair of the beast and know where to come back to kill it.

    By the end of this, she knew one thing, she would need a new jacket because this one was now shredded and raw against her back, it had served her well. 

    The Wendigo dragged her up five flights until it finally veered off towards a hallway. She only struggled as much to not hit anything. At a time she checked her items on hand. She had one grenade which, and thank her lucky stars, did not go off at any time. They had the items they brought in their bags and stupidly left by the door. She had her mini-pistol in her boot along with her knife that would do nothing here to help. Jason had the shotgun. At this point, only the grenade would help. This fuck needed to be burned alive. They had one fucking shot.

    The monster turned again, this time though it stopped and sniffed. This must be the floor. Was it checking? Or sensing Jason by some chance? Alice tired to check on him and warn him. But then she felt air, when was she in the air? Had it just fucking thrown her?

    Slap! Went her body on a wall. 

    Crack! Went a rib painfully.

    Her vision blurred and she felt the cut on her head previously open. Hot blood seeped from the wound and down her face again. "Gah!" The air had been knocked right out of her on impact, and now she struggled in attempts to breathe again. No attack from the Wendigo yet, no, that fucker was now coming after Jason. Its lanky body clung to the wall and it screamed at him. Cover blown. He had that much to see than second after to see it pounce at him for the kill.

    While Alice's head spun movement caught her eye as she accessed the room. Whatever furniture had been in here was now rotted and damn near about to break. A chair? Bed? She looked up, the wall behind her was cracked from the impact of her slamming into it. But these didn't catch her eye, no. She saw a hand, small, pale as hell. She tried to straighten her eyes, but the screaming of the Wendigo jarred her rational thinking. That couldn't be.. no...

    The hand waved than Neseva's defeated, broken down, pale, blue-lipped self seemed to poke her head out from behind a closet that was broken and hardly hanging onto the wall as it was. "Alice!" She hissed in a weak and broken whisper. The poor kid looked like hell but holy fucking Hell she was--

    "Yer alive," Alice wheezed crawled forward, pain shuddered her instantly, she did her best though. "Bloody Hell, yer alive."

    She might be, but now, was Jason?

  • To fucking hell with sitting around like this. Alice had had it up to here with being pathetic in these god damn trials. How many times had she gone down like a sack of potatoes? And now her foot of all things was stopping her from moving forward and helping Jason in all of this? No, she was done being weak and pathetic. She didn't care what her damn foot looked like right about now and she wasn't about to let it go on any longer.

    She zipped up her boot slow and painfully. While it felt nice to have the feeling of the cold touch the bruised and abused skin from the crushing weight of the rock she couldn't risk whatever sweat her foot possibly caused in the leather boot to freeze her up and she possibly lose the foot as a whole. 


    Fuck no. Fucking pox ass spirits were not about to be messing with her head like that. She refused to reply for her own stubbornness and without any need to associate. It would be like giving candy to a baby, she couldn't, shouldn't. Unless she  wanted their cover blown and--


    It came from a far distance, but not too far that it was out of earshot.

    Jason? No..

    No, he wouldn't' sound like a twelve-year-old boy breaking puberty and crackling on the edges of tone to scream something like that at her.

    "Nes?" Alice out sharply into the bone-chilling air. A pause, then what sounded like thudding, slapping, and soon another plea for help.

    "JASON, ALICE, HELP ME!" Nes shrieked, Alice winced. Was this an illusion cast by the spirits of this damned place? Did she have room to even deny it? If it were Nes and she sat idly by while she was slaughtered, or risk it all and jump into battle to save the girl that in some places in Alice's mind she thought was dead?

    "Nes?!" Alice called a little louder while the sounds grew almost loud enough to jar Alice's own heartbeat to the noise. 

    "Alice, please! It'll find me again! Please, Alice!" Softer, desperate, Nes cried, "oh my god--OH MY GOD!"

    Zip, pull. Now her teeth gritted, Alice shook off the pain only to give it more as she pulled herself back to her feet as hastily as she possibly could. Hopping on one leg in the direction she thought the noise was coming from, which was past the staircase and down a longer hall.


    Meanwhile, with Jason, the Nurse strode beside him silently, only small hums while she passed some rocking or crying patients did she wave a greeting towards them. At times her head cocked and she stared behind them. He had not made a word to any of them, not that they minded. The dead lived in their own world, the living were nothing but a speck of what they used to be, and what they will never be again.

    The little girl at times would evaporate in the air, showing her skipping merrily as though her body was not dripping the blood that seemed to fade into the floor. She sang a Russian song while she did walk. She stopped and looked up. The Wendigo ahead of them had stopped too. It chattered and chirped to itself, then hissed and lopped away faster than Jason could follow. Down the hall, down the stairway and out of view of him. Shit. Where and why did it go?

    Silence for the longest time, leaving him to soak it up. A look at the Nurse and her face were pinched, troubled. The little girl was gone.

    From behind Jason, he would hear that same haunting tone of the cracking of bones and the hushed whisper of the previous harassing ghost woman.

    Tick tick. Tick tick tock. Tock tick tick, the girl will be flayed on a stick. Snap snap, pop, crack.  Tick tock tick tick. We will see if she is slick. Tick tock tock tock tock tick. She seemed to repeat it in Russian over and over again. Why if not seemingly to annoy? 

    Long sections of silence went by, depending on what Jason did he might notice the hallway seemed unending. Had he passed that room before? Was the popping of the spirit getting louder? Ticking, tocking, tongue forever clocking. Was that the screaming of a tortured spirit or...

    Not by any means. It would be too easy, too simplistic within the walls of death, grim, gore and unleading and endless turmoil that had seemed to have melted into the floors, leaving the entirety of the Asylum stuffy and clouded with broken realities only the dead could handle; rarely.

    The new scream was panicked, warping in the freezing horror of the Asylum, followed with scraping and thuds. The hallway ended, he could see the staircase, then the dark figures of the Wendigo, and dragged in his grasp?

    Alice clung to every wall she possibly could as it dragged her up the stairs and now up another flight of them. It wanted her alive, so it dragged her legs, and she barely had the strength to keep her head from hitting everything, crying and yelling at it to release her, her fingers bloody from hanging onto broken cracks to attempt to pull herself free to no success. She tried to hang onto anything, but it had her in its long and near bone snapping pressure laying hands with no intention to release. Despite her struggling as well as she could. How did it find her? Alice was not foolish but in an Asylum like this it was impossible to Jason would only have a second to catch the glimpse, and another to react to it until they both disappeared again into the darkness as the monster harnessed in its loot likely to its den. React or not, it might be his last chance.

  • When Catwoman had practically MeoWed OFF at the Strange male for not Treating this place with better care, she was actually trying to get him to talk more about as too why he was here.. Trying to learn more information of what was going on here. And even though her methods weren't leading her in the direction she had expected, he had still provided her with a little more information than before, which she had was nothing. However this new information could just be a a Pack of Lies he was selling.. His Venomous Words could be thought of as a Feral Cats Bite or Scratch. He was trying like Hell to get her to be afraid of him or afraid of this place. But it wasn't working. If anything she wanted to know more. She had a visions for a place such as this. The architectural wood trim and moulding on the walls and upper balconies had Intricate and breathless Designs. And the theater seats you could tell were the finest crushed red velvet back in its hayday. But now everything was just fading away, covered in dust and cobwebs, and the seats were shredded or covered in fur.. Even the wallpaper 3 feet and down was shredded. No one maintained anything. This place just sat here so sad. As if the building was its own tombstone in a graveyard. This was supposed to be a place where people would go to have fun and have a good time. And now it is The Great Nothing. This currant tenant obviously didn't care, which pissed her off.. Her thoughts kept Shouting, Evict Him, Evict Him!

    Then after she had spun the barrel of the gun, he went on to call out her Bluff on a Slow and more Painful Death.. But she didn't hesitate for a second to Smack him across the back of the head with the gun to make her point.. As he crouched a bit from the pain in his head.. Just as that happened, the Cat that lingered nearby could see what she couldn't, and gave a low tone long growl with a hiss as the Cat kept an eye on to the dark matter that was moving.. No words needed to be exchanged, in order to know what the cat knows as the two minds were as one.. Apparently something else was here. But it’s not like she could do anything about it. She would have to wait and see. So, I guess this meant Cat-Boy may not have been lying after all..?

    Then when she raised the Gun the second time he attempted to deflect the gun, as she Shoved a Bullet in his Head. He Howled the Words "ENOUGH", just as she swiped the Necklace of his Skinny little neck, and his hand wrapped around her wrist! And he Yelled "Enough" Again! But she was Far from being Done! As she gave him THE STINK EYE! And then Head Butted Him knocking him a few steps backwards, and yanked her wrist free from his grasp, and still holding the necklace. She swiftly then drop down to sweep the legs right out from under him, and pounced her body on top of his, forcing his stomach to the stage floor and pinning him down, as she clutched the necklace in one hand and the gun in the other.

    "You Seemed To Have Wanted This Causal Affair, SSoo Now You Got It!!" As she Hissed into his ear as a Sutble Reminder, and then and then Bit and Tugged on his ear, in a Rough Manner, and then let go!  "So Lets Play Cat-Boy!!" As she Dangled his necklace just above his face. And then wrapped the necklace around her hand that held the gun. "If you really want your PPuuRRCiOouSS PaTHheTiC TeeNy BoPPeR BFF Necklace Back you'll First Agree to Let This Kitty Frisk You for any other Weapons you possibly might have. And Then Afterwards You'll Answer All of My Questions, GOT IT!! And if you can do that, I'll not only give you your Cracker Jack Prize Back, but I'll spare your Life as well!!" As she growled lowly into his ear, letting him know she wasn't in the mood for anymore Cat Crap from him!

  • Quiet down. That wasn’t exactly Sirius’ thing, the louder the better, she always said. “You aren’t much quieter than I, sir.” Of course, “sir” was spat sarcastically. She crouched beside him, peering into the window as best as she could, although her vision was obstructed by Kei’s form, prying away at the seal.

    Eyebrows knit skeptically when that victorious glance was given to her, pupils shrinking in pools of robin egg blue. “Oh please, don’t give me that look, I could’ve done it in half the-“ Time. Sirius fell silent. She had to remember, he knew nothing of her; he knew not of her father, nor her roots, why she had truly come to New York. In her eyes, Kei was just some seedy human, looking for trouble and she had decided to be the looking glass. Maybe they were both wrong about each other, but Sirius was never one to admit her faults, shortcomings, and especially not when she was wrong.

    After Kei, the little mestizo slipped in through the window, much smaller than him, she might’ve had an easier time. Landing easily on both feet, her eyes swept the room. Her forehead wrinkled with confusion, lips parting. What did he want with this place? Something in her chest twinged, poking at her throat but she ignored the feeling. Her eyes snapped back over to him as he crossed over the carpet. “That and more.” Sirius replied coolly.

    She followed him slowly, each step hesitant as if she were taking a stroll through a park, admiring its beauty. Her expression, however, was much different. “What do you want with this place anyway? You some kind of undercover cop? Or vigilante? Maybe an ex-cop?” Something about him didn’t scream nark, though.

  • From an outside view, it would look as though the wendigo frightened the spirits, when, why wouldn't it? It itself was counted as being a malevolent spirit itself. It was one that possessed the body of a person and turned it into what it was now, a monster that fed on more unwilling people to fall prey to it. Were these spirits here saved from it? Were there any that had to watch their friends turn while they themselves had been safe of needing to experience? There was no say so about it. Only now the Spirits themselves would need to be willing to tell their story, and while Jason did follow the Wendigo, some did.

    It feasted, one whispered quietly to him as he walked up the stairs. this one was a little girl who clearly had down syndrome, something that, back in the day, one might find crazy and easily drop them in the loony bin for. She was pale, dressed in the same grab as the rest of the inmates, only she had three long claw marks down her face and to her belly bottom. Guts hung endlessly out of the deep gashes and blood pelted phantomly on the floor. They took us down and let them feast. She told him than vanished.

    The Wendigo, which had been prowling down the hall stopped and chattered to itself. Turning its head swiftly from one side to the other. Its mouth hung open, possibly attempting to taste the air.

    This place used to be peaceful. As ghosts might be. This one came from a womanly tone if Jason looked, beside him was what might have been a nurse. Pale, like the rest of the ghosts, she neither looked she remained in the world or apart, at parts she was transparent see-through, other times she looked as though she were clear as day. Her dress and apron was dotted with blood and hand prints, tiny ones. Her hair in a bun, the nurse cap she had lopsided on her head, her lips... red maybe? All looked normal, aside from the matter of half of the top of her head being bitten off, the gore of her brain and still oozing arteries visible, dripping down to the shoulder of her dress. This one escaped, she continued, and it began to stir the people here. So many have died to it already in the past, and more now.

    In front of him, the Wendigo continued to crawl, in search of something? Of nothing? Mulling over what little mind it had? It could not be said. What does a thing who has nothing but hunger and no mind do? It seemed to be heading towards another staircase that was across the hall, be it up or down it couldnot be known, he would just have to stay on it's heels to find out. On the sides of him were walls. One was of broken windows that allowed the freezing air and some snow to pile up against the wall and glass. the other side were rooms. Several doors closed, but many open, harboring thier own spirits inside who hid from the wendigo as it passed than ooged Jason too. A human, alive! At strange odds. The nurse waved to them as she walked beside Jason, they did not return the gesture.

  • Alice relaxed, as much as it killed her too. Exasperating a nervous breath to ease her nerves further. She allowed her cold back to press into the cold dead wood of the desk. Her foot felt like ice as it was hitting the cold air but she couldn't help but to love the feeling of it. It took away the pain that was the swell and pain in her foot, letting it ride out in waves, each one becoming number after the other. It would be hell to wrap up her boot again. Already having it had been painful enough with pulling the flap down. Instead, she allowed her eyes to lid, the cold wave rushing over her. At the time she shifted her hands to keep the blood pumping in her body. She didn't want to become welcoming of the cold and allow it to take her.

    Sleep was almost about her until he heard Jason rouse. Her eyes shot open, her pale face turning to him, her lips were slightly blue from the cold. "Yeah. I'll do my best. Go."

    The space beyond the desk was quiet, aside from the flutter of the ghosts that moved about the space. Some paid no mind to him, others just stared. Envious of the living body that they no longer possessed. Some angry, some sorrowful. There was no telling what went on in the entities minds for there was lack of expression to explain them.

    But sure as most anything else, there was no Wendigo here. Either in the time that they had been there, it had passed or it was still down in the rubble of the jail. Perhaps if he looked for the warning signs, that being the ghosts that suddenly began to disappear. While some did it without fail, some others let out horrified yells or weeps until they too disappeared. The clacking noise of talons back up the stairwell. Its hideous face made an appearance in the dark, sniffing around then with its long and uneven body it strode across the tiled floor. A momentary pause near the hole now in the floor to sniff and look down it. The creature screeched into it, causing Alice to jump of surprise from it. She then pulled her legs in close. Followed by the screech was a few of the captive Wendigo's that were trapped down there.

    "Go." She repeated to Jason. If he looked down he would see her eyes on him. Once back up and the Wendigo had hopped from the from the hole and to the staircase, clinging to the wall than down to the floor of the steps as it crawled up them. Jason now needed to make a run for it or he might miss the opportunity to follow it.

  • Of course, his words stung ever so slightly. Sirius couldn’t help but recall her childhood. Her father hiding them to avoid the angels, invasions in their house, being taught to never go near angelic beings. The secrets her family held, the tale of their grandfather who wreaked havoc on her mother’s side of her family. Cassie never being able to go outside during the day, her older sister with a dead father, and a younger sister, who happened to be a princess, with an abusive mother. Not to mention the fact that Sirius and her twin sister had been born the day they were conceived. “Yeah….something like that.” Sirius murmured, a hollow, eerie tone dogging her voice.

    Seeing that she had ventured too far ahead of him, she spun around on her heel and clambered back down the fire escape steps. At his command, those black nailed fingers held tightly to the window screen. Oh, how she wanted to ask, but she loved the suspense, she loved the idea of the shock she might feel. “Well, that’s my job as a kid.” Sirius replied, half heartedly. “Y’know. Getting into and opening things I’m not supposed to. Y’know,” she blinked at him hard. “’Cause I’m just a stupid kid? But what do you know, you look like you remember the Jurassic age, sugar nugget.”

    Another shit eating smirk was given. She stomped her foot ever so slightly against the metal. “Hurry up, I’m getting impatient.”


    Catwoman watched as his hood dropped back a bit, as his ears quivered listening to every sound she made, from her footsteps to her voice. He was studying her, as she was studying him. Sizing each other up. Even though he no longer had the weapon of choice in his palms, it didn't mean Shit! She was very well aware and assured that this particular male had tricks up his sleeve. And knew she had to be vigilant.

    Meanwhile, the Cat lingered nearby with a light strut but stayed out of sight. The cat was studying every dark shadow and energy inside the place that moved, including the male. There was such an odd feeling with him. Almost like a type of connection in a relative term. But that didn't mean a world of Beans. This was about territory, HIS Territory.. And even though the cat felt immediately comfortable and at home within the Building itself, it definitely posed a problem with the male.  

    Catwoman then spoke with a Hiss upon her Lips.."Ssstop calling me any of your Step Mother'sss Pet names for you. You don’t own me and we don’t know each other.. I Don't find it very flattering. I came here because I have an interest.. An interest with something much more Charismatic then YOU could Ever Be.. It' such a Damn shame, you don't Treat her with the Tender Loving Care she Deserves... You let Nature take over, and cripple her! It's only a matter of time, before she Fails you, and the rest of the Felines here. Because you constantly Take and Give Nothing Back.. Your a Waste of Dead Space... I Should Kill You… This poor Theater, Deserves so much Better."

    She looked at him Coldly from head to toe. He had teasingly provoked her to see what she was capable of being. A Cold Blooded Killer, maybe? As she then opened the barrel of the pistol and removed only One Bullet. But left the rest of the bullets inside minus the one he fired earlier and then spun the barrel.. And then clenched her Fist around the one bullet. And then circled behind him, and extended her arm so that the gun touched the back of his head.. As she whispered Naughty Sweet Nothings in his ear with a Playful Tone.. 

    “Hurt you to Death is too easy.. Hurt you to keep you alive is so much Harder.. And much more Fun.. ”But was any part of that a Bluff, or Truth? He had put her into a position she didn’t like, as it stirred some old scarred memories. Memories of watching many men die helplessly by a russian roulette game in her youth.  But the other side of her loved to make men of Power that she disliked regret meeting her. She could very easily kill him, with any other weapon of hers.. But he was Insisting on a Bullet to the Head..

    She then Smacked him semi hard across the back of the head, with his own gun.. And then came around to look at him, Dead On.. His Face, Hollow Eyes, His Clothes, Everything! Unwavering.. And then moved to the side of him. And put the gun to the side of his head again..





    As she then took the Bullet from her clenched fist and, SHOVED it in his ear…" Now you have a Bullet to Your Head… Happy Now??" As she then drew the gun back down, and stood directly in front of him.. She had a Twisted sense of Humor.. As she then yanked a necklace off his neck.. And glanced at it..

    If I killed you, something tells me, some poor man or woman out there would be heartbroken.. And I’m not exactly the type to break up lives.. Unless I Have Too!! 



  •  Exactly, they at least needed to kill the biggest threat to them right now which was the loose Wendigo. The others could be taken out either by themselves or by the HSHQ. Alice would like to see them dead, but the HSHQ might have a different plan for that if they knew how many were down there. As dangerous as it might be they could also learn something from it if they implored to.

    His tone caught her off, it made her turn a needle sharp gaze on him. "An' what other way are ya thinkin' of doin' it then?" She hissed hoarsely. "Me leg is broken, Jason. Am no' goin' anywhere like this except gettin' meself killed fer tryin' to play hero. Yer the only manageable person right now. There isn't any time to be kiddin' aboot it." that was the first thing that they needed to get out of the way. She wasn't going to be having any favors made out for her if that's what he was thinking at all.

    They couldn't afford to play yes or no. Things needed to be done as quickly as yesterday because who knew how much time really passed. It could be hours or even days. Nes was either on her last leg or she was dead; they needed closure on it and to help them fuel their next move. Kill the beast for killing Neseva, or kill it to possibly save her from the blight of cold, starvation and of course death. 

    "We can't afford to sit here an' wait. So, as soon as yer rested up ya have to go an try to find some sart of tracks of it. Do ya get that? Ya understand?" He might try to argue if so she was ready to battle back on it.

  • The painstaking moments until the Wendigo passed were fleeting but as well as fully in the air. Alice's heart was echoing in her ears and she feared the worst of what would happen. All it took was for Jason to slip and she goes tumbling. She would likely be eaten first. If Jason attempted to save her he too would be next to be taken out. Only, how would that work? The morbid side of Alice would love to find out, but in the moments of what could be the end of them she pushed it off and allowed for the fact that they needed to get oot of this alive to consume her.

    Thankfully the thing went off. Supposedly to examine what the noise and screaming of the other Wendigo's was for. In that time Jason had slipped away, slipped past the beast and upstairs to the first floor where they had been. A brief glance outside of the disgusting windows could show that the snow had not yet stopped outside. It threatened to pile everything under it. If not for the flag on the snowmobile they would likely never find it under the large sheets. 

    Alice hissed when she was put down. The cold was felt through her leather and she cringed at the touch of it. She didn't wait, hastily she crouched forward to her injured foot, the one that causes a sure-fire lot of pain and with clenched teeth she did her best to keep quiet and untie it. One painful strap at a time until she was able to pull back the leather and exposed her foot to the air. Her foot was purple and swollen. She dare not take off the boot in fear of the cold but god did she want to. It hurt more than it should and having the skin concealed inside of the boot was like attempting to fit a balloon into a cup.

    "Bloody fuck." She whispered loudly to herself then left her foot, taking whistling breaths between her teeth as to keep her clouded mind at a minimal. "Need to... rest fer a bit. Then we leave again. Go t'higher levels. See if we cannae find her. Maybe we can try to follow it.. Might lead us back to where she might be." recognition hit her and it caused the huntress to frown, her thick brows turning downward. "Er.. you. I'll just slow ya down."

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