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Default Collab Chapter One: Rose And Damien. - 10-19-2010, 06:05 PM

(This is the first chapter of a collab between myself and Queenie. Rose is Queenie's character and therefore her parts are authored by Queenie; Damien is my character and I author his parts. The character of Okeam belongs to Wolfie who has kindly allowed us to use her character. Chapters will be posted in separate topics due to length.)


Rose.

Omarosa Lefoux, better known as Rose, felt rather lost at the large O’Hare airport in Chicago, Illinois. She’d only ever been to the U.S. once, and it had been New York at that, so she couldn’t rely on any prior experience. She wandered hither and thither, her black sneakers squeaking on the large black and white tiled flooring. Which section was she to meet them in again? She couldn’t quite remember, and it didn’t help that she’d let her English get rusty, making the signs about her that much harder to read. The people rushing around the airport ignored her for the most part, brushing by the tall African girl with little thought.

And Rose was tall; in fact, she was almost a foot above all the average people in the terminal. Her wild, dark hair had been restrained in a thick, black braid. It was the only easy, comfortable style Rose could do that kept her dark curls out of her face. Her dark eyes scanned the area around her a bit hopelessly, her thick, bubble-like lips pressed together in a firm line. She was what some would call “large”, with big hips, huge thighs, a large rear, and a bit of a belly, though she made sure to wear clothes that hid that fact. Rose huffed and folded her arms across her ample bosom. Her arms were at odds with the rest of her body, as they were stick-like and skinny, with small hands. Her calves were also smaller, but more average than skinny, with average feet. Overall, Rose could be a bit imposing with her height and size, but she could also be thought of as pretty, in her own odd and curvy way.

Finally, Rose gave up and simply found a bench to plant herself on, thinking to herself, in French, that things were not going at all like planned. She had come to the U.S. to meet Okeam and her family. Okeam’s twin sister Maeko had married Rose’s older brother Djimon many years ago. But, despite having Oka as a sort of distant family, Rose hadn’t seen them in about, oh, say, a whole decade. Rose doubted Okeam had meant for things to go like that, but, well, things just happen like that, sometimes; Rose hadn’t heard from Oka since Rose had moved back in with her father. Now, out of the blue, Okeam had invited Rose to stay over for a while.

Of course, thinking along these lines just made Rose feel even more glum. You really made a mess of things this time, didn’t you? Well, at least when they find you late, Draco, or Damien, or both, will simply track you down.

Damien.

Damien hadn't been thinking about Rose at all that day. Of course, he knew about her impending visit, but it was difficult for him to think of Rose any way than of how she'd been as a six year old. Damien was six years younger than Rose; he hadn't seen her in about ten years and even the memory he had of her as a kid was faded. Damien was tall and thin, with longish black hair and very pale skin. His eyes were opaque black, like the eyes of a snake and to forstall stares from the people around, Damien always wore a pair of designer sunglasses, a habit gleaned from his father.

What Damien was thinking of, as he walked by the airport, was the assignment that the American President had sent to him. Technically speaking, the assignment had been given to Damien's father, Azhdeha, but since Azhdeha had little or no interest in such a mission, he had passed it on to his son. Since Damien fitted the profile needed for the task, the President had made no objection. Azhdeha generally did jobs here and there for the government, as there were jobs that would be difficult or even impossible for the normal human to do... and neither Azhdeha or Damien were that.

Azhdeha had been an experiment, created by the maverick scientist Dark Star from seven types of reptilian DNA and one part human DNA. He was immortal, invulnerable, and also emotionless and completely lacking in imagination and creativity. Damien resembled his father a great deal, in looks and also in inherited powers, but he had also inherited from his mother more human feelings so that a lot of people felt more comfortable dealing with him rather than Azhdeha. Damien had thought that the President had been relieved when he had told him that he would be carrying out the assignment rather than Azhdeha.

The assignment was thus; the former nuclear power station in the Ukraine, otherwise known as the Chernobyl power station, had recently been fitted with a new sarcophagus to replace the old one which had been leaking deadly radiation. The reactor core had suffered an explosion in 1986, and the towns of Chernobyl and Pripyat had been eventually evacuated permanently. At first, the whole area was far too radioactive for anything to live, but now, nature had made a comeback though humans could not live there. The interest in Chernobyl by the US government was that they wished to find out whether the new sarcophagus was as secure as the Ukrainian government claimed. Should it not be, then the results could be devastating.

This was where Damien came in. He was, like his father, immune to radiation and, unlike any normal human, could walk unprotected into the reactor. Therefore, it made sense to ask Damien to make the inspection, so that minds could be laid to rest. If there was any weakness in the sarcophagus, Damien could then return at a later date to make repairs. His immunity to radiation was a huge bonus, and it meant that the US didn't have to risk the lives and health of their scientists and engineers. Of course, any humans who entered the abandoned towns wouldn't suffer any ill effects provided they didn't stay too long. But it would be at least a century before any humans could ever live in that area again.

Damien was due to carry out the assignment fairly shortly; this was why he was at the airport. He wanted to inquire about flights to the Ukraine, along with prices and times. It was important that he got this particular task completed as soon as was possible; the President did not wish for any delays to take place, in such a case. He entered the airport and wondered where he should go to inquire about flights.

Rose.

Randomly and out of the blue, Rose got a distinctly uneasy and tingly feeling, a feeling she used to be used to as a child but now bothered her rather deeply. She squirmed a stood, for only one thing could make her feel that way; someone either lacking a soul entirely or having just about half of one. Angel Tears, Dark Star’s cousin and stepmama to Rose’s very best friend, had been able to determine that Rose and Djimon’s strange powers were actually a result of having excess soul-power, which was also why the brother and sister pair got an instinctively uneasy feeling around Draco and his son, though Damien did, in fact, have a soul, just less of one than in an average person.

Instead of running from the source of the unpleasant tingling, Rose followed it. The closer she got to the source, the more the tingling in her bones began to get stronger and feel more p'rickly, like there were large beetles crawling all over her. She shivered once, then looked around until she found what she was looking for; a tall, skinny teen boy with obsidian hair and a pair of sunglasses. Rose hardly recognized the boy, but the p'rickling and sense of- of utter wrongness emanating from him in waves was unmistakable.

Boldly, Rose approached the tall boy and tapped him on the shoulder. “Hello, Damien. Long time no see.” Her voice was thick with her French-African accent, but it was also melodic and musical. She used to hate how she sounded when she spoke English, for she’d been picked on for it as a child. Now, though, she was self-secure enough not to care a jot what others thought of how she looked or spoke.



Last edited by Miranda_ : 10-19-2010 at 06:14 PM.
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