Stepping into the New York airport there was a lot of silence weighing on Shawn's face. The distaste was so set it that it created a permanent scowl on his features. Not that Shawn was ever much of a smiley guy before, he was even less so now. Bosses orders sent him to New York. Shawn was an enforcer, the New York fools needed a little extra muscle and here he was. Shawn looked around the crowded terminal. A green army duffel hanging over his shoulder that he clutched with one fist. People went about their lives moving all around him. Laughing talking, yaking on their fucking cell phones.
If there was one thing he already noticed was that New York was loud. People moved around him like he was fucking invisible. Shawn watched as some short woman walked in front of him and tripped on his boot spilling her late. "Asshole!" She yelled back at him. She didn't even bother to stop. Shaking the dripping foam from her hands she kept moving to catch her flight. Okay, so maybe he smiled a little. He smirked watching the stuck up, pint sized bitch scold him as she hurried away. The smile quickly faded.
Recently he had started seeing Lara Danvers. A ghost whispering psychic with a pention for the dramatic. That romance was short lived it seemed as he was transferred to the New York branch. Traded like a fucking baseball card. Shawn was a good boy. He didn't make waves. It wasn't his place to argue with the boss and he did as he was told. He closed his eyes and breathed deep. Letting the silence pour over him like hot steam. He could feel his body getting lighter. Tingly.
A crashing wave of the familiar tugged at the edges of his jacket and caused his silver hair to flurish and wave in a breeze that didn't exist. He wanted to dive into the shadow realm. He wanted to be alone with the grey washed silence and the suffocatingly quiet world that was occupied only by shadow. The walls of the airport began to wave and flicker as color drained from the walls. The bright sun outside bled, dripping color from the sky and splashing on to the tarmac. Sound seemed to slow to a crawl before fading from his ears.
Breath drew into his lungs and it was peaceful. That silent rage piled onto his ribcage and he could feel himself boiling over. He didn't just want this escape he needed it. He needed to get away to the shadow realm, the place he called the 'Sunken Lands.' He needed just a moment of quiet to clear his thoughts. Shawn would never break down and cry. Emotion alone was rare for the man, but he felt like finally he had met someone who understood him and it was taken away from him.
He felt broken. He was damaged. The soothing sounds of nothing met his ears as color bled out of everything around him and was swallowed by blanket grey as the sunken lands took hold of this world and shadowed him in peaceful tranquility. Seconds ticked by like hours. A brief moment was an eternity here. The sunken lands was a place where time nor sound existed. It was a tap on his shoulder that brought him crashing back into reality. He wanted to buy sand for his hourglass. But destiny wasn't selling any.
Shawn's eyes snapped open and his head turned to see a little man, about half his size standing in front of him. The man had to tilt his head back and crane his neck to see the 6'2 Silver Shadow's eyeline. "Mr......" The man had to look at the name scribbled on the palm of his hand. ".....Shadow?" Shawn barely raised an eyebrow. It wasn't darkness, and it wasn't pure light.
The balance of his world was offset by the orders of a grieving father and a club desperately trying to expand. His life was stuffed into a green army duffel and here he was expecting things to turn out for him for once. Shawn grunted and nodded and followed the little man out of the airport to a car that would take him where he needed to go. Picked up personally from the airport. At least he was an important piece of New York's future. That at least was something.
Last Edit: Oct 21, 2018 3:19:50 GMT by Silver Shadow
Post by Carmen Ramirez on Nov 13, 2018 12:02:17 GMT
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You try everything You can to escape The pain of life
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When you're born into a rich family, you are expected to maintain a certain sense of decorum. Even more so when you are born into the family of a politician. Equal rights amendment and feminism just seemed to not have a place there. Women kept quiet and saved face no matter how they felt. Always under the public microscope and it could ruin a man's image into the ground if the women took a single step outta line. The men however could have whatever discresions they wanted and not even have anyone bat an eye. Truth be told, even though she loved the idea of having money she hated this life from a child.
Mostly because her parents were always busy and she was raised by maids and nannies. The biggest house was the emptiest place and no more than a guilded prison. Carmen was enrolled in an exclusive private school for the upper class of newyork. Everything was petty and with the women it was a power play to see who could back stab the others the worst. All scandal and grey goose martinis with a valium chaser. So as of her teen years she had developed secrets that even her parents didn't know.
The main one was her Abilities as a mutant and that would've been dreadful to his career.Honestly she would've expected him to ship her away so she just kept it to herself. Then she also had a double life of escaping her security and finding fun in other ways of life than the silver spoon life she was used to. Today she was returning home from some charity trip. Her ability came in handy to slip away from her gaurds as time came to a stop. Right outside the busy terminal it was for a fraction of a second.
Everyone and everything froze except her. Her eyes found some tattooed leather wearing man who looked like someone's grandpa willis. The man had slipped into a cars backseat and she moved quickly towards it. Slipping into the back seat before allowing time to roll again and the car started to move again. "Nice ride. Thanks for the lift." She spoke as she went through her back pack and pulled out some clothing. Her current attire was some drab floral patterns and pastel-colored clothing her daddy approved of to look nice. Stripping out of it she didn't think twice about grandpa in the seat across from her.
The dress and sweater flew across the cab into his lap. Slipping into a miniskirt and a tighter top. Fishnet stockings and a pair of black stilettos. A leather jacket donned her shoulders and she started making changes to her make up all in the short car ride. When the car pulled to the curb she grabbed her bag and tossed a couple hundreds to Willis. "Thanks for the quick get away grandpa. Such a life saver." Her Latino accent rang sweet as she went to slip out the door.
Post by Silver Shadow on Nov 13, 2018 22:51:11 GMT
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Shawn had to do a double take. Honestly he wasn't sure if his mind was playing tricks on him or not. He couldn't be entirely sure that this girl wasn't already waiting for him in the back of the limo. If she was, that was some hell of a champagne service. Rides that offered a complimentary babe ready to strip right in front of you.
Somehow he thought it was unlikely. Her power was quicker than his eye and he didn't see the effect of slowing time as the temporal world slowed to a crawl and then a halt. All he knew was he was sharing a limo with a gorgeous tan skinned beauty and he didn't mind that she was all to happy to strip. His smile faded a bit as she put on her new clothes, but he didn't bother to take his eyes away either. Part of him was just impressed at her fucking balls. Who's to say he could be trusted?
All ink and leather and not alot to scream classic good guy. In fact, he looked like the wrong sort of bad boy. The kind that daddy didn't approve of and in it's own way that had gotten him laid more times than it hadn't, but this still wasn't natural behavior. The driver, a tiny little man who's name Shawn had already forgot turned around to speak about the woman in the car who was not authorized. Shawn silenced him with a single button. Pressing a button on the door the dividing window put an end to his protests. "You always hitch rides with strangers? That's dangerous you know?" Shawn casually commented as his eyes lurked up the skin.
His voice was deep, gravely. His pointed teeth made him look like the big bad wolf ready to devour the helpless sheep, but he didn't move from his slumped posture in the corner. The shadows of the street lamps dove across his face every few seconds and entirely his form was encased in silhouette. The ride came to a halt and Shawn's eyes shifted to the divider that was lowering itself again. "We're here sir." That momentary distraction was enough for her to slip out of the car without him able to get another word in edge wise.
Silly woman stepped right out into traffic, choosing to step out from the side not against the sidewalk. If there's one place you don't want to be careless, it's outside a club with 2 for one jello-shots on ladies night. Some drunk asshole who wasn't paying attention to where he was driving came blazing down the street. His headlights cast long shadows across the road behind Carmen. Shawn didn't need to slow down time to see this shit. It was happening right in front of him. It was about as obvious as a pointblank double barrell shotgun to the chin. "Fuck me." He groaned.
With a rush of slice, everything faded away. The sounds of the cars in the street honking at the girl to get out of the way. The sounds of music from the club draining away into nothing. The color all around them filtering out into a monochrome color pallet and the familiar feeling of being pulled in every direction all at once. Shawn was in the sunken place, the realm of shadows. He moved a lot quicker here. The way a fish could out swim a man. He moved along the leather fabric of the seat and swiftly moved across the street. He was a 2 dimensional blur of annoyed shadow. The silhouette of Shawn's head was on the street just between the shadows of Carmen's slightly open feet..
His hands dove out of the street. From their 2 dimensional flat surface actual hands emerged and wrapped around her ankles as he pulled her down. Down into that swimmy, black, murky puddle that was the sunken place. Everything was black and white, like an old picture from the silent film era. Above their heads, in the sky was the mirrored world. The real world. Above them they saw the black shape of the SUV race over them. A second later and they would have been a red shaped puddle and mushed bones laying about the pavement.
This was a softer place. A sadder place. It seemed foreboding. Almost haunted. This was a place that Shawn went to be alone with his thoughts. To work shit out. He didn't really like bringing people here, especially strangers. It seemed like sacrilege. Like his private temple of peace was being invaded, but what was he going to do let the girl fucking splat? They were standing on the sidewalk now.
Outside the bar. Gray ash rained down from the sky. Specs of the upside down daring to infiltrate his quiet domain. It rained all around them like a flurry of snow. It always snowed ash here. He never knew why honestly. He had just accepted it. Above them the subtle changes in light gray, dark gray light cast paler shadows along the cracked brick wall. People moved about in this space as negative energy.
Blurry black voids, shapeless black smudges that moved about their business the same way they always would. Only in reverse, for they were the shadows of every living person in the real world. This was the realm of shadows. A place of his own to be undisturbed, he blended in with the nothingness here and abided by the silence. This quiet sanctuary was a safe haven that kept him sane against all the violence he dealt out in his profession. Shawn and Carmen were not black shapes of shadow here.
They were defined with the same lines and edges they always where. Their skin washed out and grey to match the surroundings, but all in all the same. Above them the neon sign was still flashing it's black and white sign... "The Broken Stool." Time and sound did not exist here. The concept of time was a fruitless effort when days could melt into weeks and minutes, into hours.
All of these heroics spanned only a few seconds in the real world, but Shawn could already feel the weight of the uncomfortable tension bearing down on the back of his neck. His hands were on her arms. He had pulled her out of harms way. Her skin was warm beneath his finger tips and he lingered on a thought of her changing in the limo before his eyes flashed up angrily at hers. Fuck. I need a drink. He thought and whirled around to the door. Yanking it open he slipped inside the soundless bar and hundreds of black shapes danced on the dance floor.
Shawn settled in at the bar stool and reached over the counter grabbing himself a bottle. The black smudge of a bartender didn't seem to notice. Who cares if she had to get back to the real world. First he was going to get a fucking drink and enjoy the peace and quiet. New York was already giving him a head ache.
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2018 23:01:26 GMT by Silver Shadow
