Mika Whitepaws

[A. Phone | Filtered from Herr Major]

Hey guys, I know this is going to sound fairly unusual but I have a couple requests to make. There's a few new kids in town, really young, and I just want to make sure they'll be safe if things go completely insane around here. Also there's a girl who needs protection from her house's father, and I wanted to know if anyone would be willing to let her stay with them. I have a nasty feeling that her assigned dad might come looking to drag her back, and from what I know he's a pretty nasty guy in a fight. So if anyone is willing to let her stay with them, if he finds out she's not coming back save to avoid droning, things might get ugly.

I just want to know she'll be safe. Unfortunately this guy could easily wipe out everyone at my house, and I don't want to promise her I'll keep her safe only to fail miserably. This is a really risky request, and she'll need someone to go with her when she stops back in at her assigned house to avoid droning.

Please, if anyone's willing to take me up on this, I need to find someplace safer for her immediately.

[B. Streets: Early evening]

[Mika is limping a little less today, leaning on her cane only a little as she hobbles down the sidewalk with a huge basket in hand. It's a picnic basket. Whatever's in it is covered with a cloth, and despite her cryptic phone call earlier, she seems to be particularly cheerful, humming softly and her tail wagging as she makes her way down the street.]

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

[The sound of shattering glass is loud in the kitchen, the milk bottle having slipped out of Mika's hands. Sweat forms on her brow, her pupils dilating, and the trembling starts just as she begins to scream.

The walls have gone moldy and stained, the glass fogged with filth and grime, and the milk and glass on the floor is now blood and flesh. Disembodied sounds echoing through a haunted apartment that seems to watch her. Shadows flutter at the corner of her vision, grasping hands reaching for her to drag her down and tear her apart. Something was moving, its heavy footfalls made the floorboards creak in the floor above her and its loud, wet breathing makes it sound as if it was coming for her.

The whole building--no, the town itself--knew where she was.

It was coming for her. This time it was going to kill her for good. Her screams were muffled by the heavy air, but she doesn't care, she needs to escape it somehow even if she has to fight her way out.]

LEAVE ME ALONE!

[B. Phone]

[She's sobbing uncontrollably as she grips the phone so hard the receiver is creaking, she's desperate to talk to someone even if all she can hear is static. She should have known better but she's going to leave a message anyway.]

Oh God, somebody please pick up! This apartment is full of hauntings and I can't find anybody. It's just them! They're everywhere! They can hear me breathe and they know where I am, I tried to find the others but I don't have any red tape and there's blood all over the place and I don't know where to go.

Somebody, please!

[Welcome to the crazy, Mayfield. Someone got the Special Milk.]

[C. Streets: Afternoon]

[Mika has escaped the confines of the house, a roll of duct tape in one hand and a lead pipe in the other. She's shaking like a leaf, but her grip on the pipe is white-knuckled and possibly deadly if provoked.]

[D. Park: Evening]

[Curled up beneath a tree with her knees hugged to her chest, Mika is rocking gently as she cries into her knees. Her arms are scraped up and her knees are bleeding, and there's leaves and grass in her hair and clothes. It's been a very long day and the effect of the milk is starting to wear off, but not enough for her to feel safe. Someone come rescue her?]

[A. 339 Brady Lane]

Breakfast's ready!

[Guess what guys, Mika has made a massive amount of scrambled eggs! Considering what she put in them you'd think she'd been making an omelet before giving up! Diced tomatoes, green peppers, bacon, cheese, a little bit of onion, with large stacks of bacon and sausages on the side. For Annie she left a plate of red meat and raw eggs on the side. Mika is going to stuff her face and then scuttle off to work, but if asked nicely, she might make a bagged lunch for her housemates before she scampers off.]

[B. Hospital]

[After making her way to work, Mika can be seen going about her job in that slightly worried fashion that a newbie has. Worrying and fussing in an attempt to double-check if she's gotten anything wrong or if she's forgotten something important or if she's going to be late or doesn't have what she needs in time.

When she isn't tripping over her own feet and falling on her face with a loud yelp, that is. Seems like someone is having difficulty adjusting to her very chubby human body. What's wrong with this girl and why is she always falling on her face, anyway? After one particularly fantastic spill, tray full of bandages flying out of her hands and everything, Mika pushes herself up with a groan, rubbing her face. An interesting assortment of bruises on her knees and elbows makes it look like this has been happening with ridiculous frequency.]

Ow...

[With a dull sniff, she sets about collecting all her scattered supplies. Help would always be welcomed, but she's used to being ignored or patronized by the drones.]

[C. Streets of Mayfield.]

[Mika was off exploring while on her way home from work. Wandering around, trying to figure out where everything was and hopefully not getting lost on her way home.

Until she found the corpse hanging on the rec center gate. With a scream that could wake the dead, Mika turns and runs as fast as her legs can take her. Anyone catching her will have to deal with her hysterics.]

[Phone]

WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE WANT FROM ME? WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?

[The hysteria is obvious, whoever is on the phone is on the verge of screaming without stopping. Sorry Mayfield, you're stuck with this one until further notice.]

I don't even have any money, wasn't trying to kill me enough? What did you do to me?

[And the sobbing has started, muffled as the receiver slips from her hand eventually the line turns to a busy signal.]

[339 Brady Lane]

[Mika is huddled in a corner with her knees pulled to her chest, rocking as she cries into the fabric of her trousers. Dragging any coherent information out of her is going to be a chore.]

Hey, Dante! Do you want me coming to help you find Rubi?

[A slight pause, Mika's chewing her lip.]

Oh, and by the way, your not!girlfriend from home is here now. Thought I'd let you know. Try not to get shot in the face, okay?

((ooc: Backdated to Lady's arrival because sobsob I didn't think of this sooner))

[When the feed comes on, Mika looks bedraggled but surprisingly healthy, if not exhausted.]

Deuce? Do we have any venison left? I know I brought most of it home. I think. I still have no idea how the heck I managed to take it down bare-handed...

I do have a set of bone knives, at least... I don't even know where to start.

I swear I just dragged my own ass out of the forest. I don't even really know what I've been doing the past few days.

[The device falls out of her numb fingers as she drops to her knees, clutching her head.]

Nnnno--! I can smell the death here! The others--I--

[Her hands are shaking as she stares at the floor.]

My skull is trying to split open, what's going on?

You know, I can't say I'm exactly glad to have been here for a year, but this cake isn't so bad. Shockingly enough, I know.

Kinda makes up for not having any for my own birthday.

[The following is blamed entirely on Deuce and Dante. This is why Mika never shows anyone what she writes.]

The dark one sits
In a throne of blood and pitch and bone
He weaves a tapestry of the fates
Of the faithless and the bitter
Undying hatred of the fallen
Whose lives were lived in vain
And he breathes a cold pestilence
Upon the ones who seek to rise above
The valley of the dead
And the fearful fall into the abyss
Writhing in their eternal agony
As the sun festers in the darkness of the void

The light swallowed up by the unholy vanguard
Who seek to seize the outcast child,
The one who will rise above
The seas of torment and anguish
And become the Light to the dying ones
Forever lost in the blackness that engulfs all.

The Red One watches and waits,
Sifting through the souls of the dead
And severing ties between the chosen and the forsaken,
But all pass beneath his ever watching eye
None shall be spared from the due punishment,
Death comes for all,
Driven on by the Red One's spear and sword,
He comes for all to harvest them and return them
To the abyss from whence they were pulled
And the darkness swallows all
And devours the light
And the earth will fall into destruction
And the pestilence will fill the land
The rivers will run with blood and decay
And all will be lost to the darkness.

The watcher waits in silence
As the seeker searches the towers and valleys in vain
For all will be returned
To the one that sits in the black throne,
The empty one is waiting
In the land of steel and fire
But the hollow one runs against time in vain,
All will be consumed in black and pitch.

Black is the hollows beneath the earth,
Red is the color of the sky,
The sun is swallowed by the void,
Turning the world to darkness.
The answers lie beneath and before,
And none shall find it but thee,
For thou art the only that can see
Beyond the reckoning of the end of days,
And the watcher and the seeker lay
Bound within the darkness
And are lost unto the pitch and endless night
To which they have been sacrificed by the broken one.

Dark and cold. At least this time I can see properly... I'm still not sure what to do about that love letter. Never gotten one before...

[There's a sigh, Mika sounds tired and worn down, still a little unhappy. It's been a month and she's still in a funk.]

I just wish it wouldn't feel like something's watching me all the time.