In Kydian there is an alley way that no one dares walk through. Rumors that it was cursed, that those who walk it die. People would complain to the justice that there was moaning there, that they heard sounds of a dieing cat. The Justice found nothing, atleast nothing that they were willing to speak of. There use to be an apartment there, once housed a Pantophobic, the poor male just couldn't ever get over his phobia. They say he eventually died there or atleast thats what they think.
Now the door to the apartment had boards on it, almost as if to keep something in. People had notice when the Justice placed them, it only spurred the rumors more. Every now and then kids would dare each other to walk into the alley. They were to walk into the alley and throw rocks at the windows to the Pantophobic old apartment. Hell some have notice boards put up on the inside over the broken glass, some gangs had graffiti around the area, with poor choice of words.
On one eventful day, there was a man who was in the mist of a gun fight. Rounds after rounds fired off, the man had gotten hit in the side. Blood oozing from the wound, staining his purple shirt. His hand runs against the wound, feeling it. Bolting through the streets, firing back, this man managed to make it to that cursed alley. His sneakers splashing through puddles of water, from where the drains would let the rain fall through the pipes. The rims of his plaid purple pants damp and wet from the puddles, once in the alley, the being that was pursing him, let him go.
Once the male realized he was safe, he leans against the wall. Sliding down and sits in the damp grounds of the alley, taking deep breaths. He took his hat off, it resembled a jester hat, only it had two long tails with tiny bells at the end. His face was painted with face paint of white and black, hiding the scars that riddle his face. The man being Jester, he decided to wait it out in the alley way for now. Looking to see just how bad he was hurt, right as he was looking, the door to the apartment open up. Slight moan comes out, Jester slowly turn his head as he sat next to the door.
Slowly a head peers between some beams that where far apart enough for his head to fit through. He had pale sickly greyish-green skin, one eye had slight cataract to it and the other was such a pale green it was almost white. He had a brown goatee and long brown hair, which was a mess and poorly pinned in a ponytail. This sickly fellow turn his head and peers at Jester, whom peered back to the being. They had a long stare off in silence, then the sickly fellow spoke up "You look hurt."
Jester would retort "Uh ya, just got shot." the sickly male nod his head slowly. "That can't be good. You....want to come in? I got some stuff that might help." Jester thought long and hard on this. He knew the rumors of the alley way, but he always was one to live on the edge of danger.
With a shrug of the shoulder Jester spoke up "Um sure why not, but um....how do I get in." pointing to the boards. The sickly male pulls his head back and reached to push down some loose boards. "Sorry you'll have to crawl through, but its a way in."
Jester had no problem with that, crawling into the apartment. He look around to the gloomy place, abit messy, cloths everywhere, cloths over the furniture. The bath room was not to clean either, there was greenish grim on the tiles and rust around the mirror. The mirror was a bit faded in the corners with dark circles, the male pulls the mirror open. Inside there was gauze and a bottle of disinfectant, letting Jester use them. Jester had taken note to the dried old blood stain in the tub.
The male shuffled off, going to the couch. After Jester tended to his wound, he move to where the male was. Seeing the bandages around the guys wrists. Jester glance around more and says "So they boarded you in here cause you angered the gods huh?"
The sickly male look to Jester "Ya, every now and then I go out, gotta eat still." Jester nods and plops next to the guy. "What you do?" playing stupid, as he could gather what had happened. "Oh I commited suicide. So now I am doomed a life of the undead. Most run when they hear that, going 'AH! ZOMBIE! RUN!' and what not."
Jester smirked "Well your not the same as a mindless undead, though I never met a Zombie able to talk."
The sickly male nods "Oh true, but appearently when the gods curse you its a slow process, you slowly lose yourself. Slowly watch as you can no longer function in society. I guess I no longer have to fear everything, since I am already dead."
Jester laughed "Ya, true, you know your alright. It will make interesting story, Zombie helped me and fixed my wounds."
The sickly male look serious "They might isolate you, you know Zombie touch and all..."
Jester would interrupt "You're a cursed Zombie, not one of those normal Zombies. Now I am not all smart in the mystical way, but I do know from growing up that if the gods turn you undead, you can't catch it unless bitten, like a Garou."
The male grin some "Oh well thats a relief, I'd hate to have damned you.Oh I'm Bob by the way."
Jester nods "I'm Jester, nice to meet ya.Well I need to head off, if I don't they might worry about me."
Bob thought a moment "Well do come back, I don't get alot of company and its nice to talk to someone for once."
Jester nods " oh sure, it be nice to have a place to go to get away from everyone." snickering some.
Bob chuckle some "Ok I'll see ya out, I have to place the boards back or the Justice will just re-nail them down."
Jester turns to Bob "I'll talk to them, I'm an ex Justice. I can still pull some strings.I'll make sure they don't mess with the boards."
Bob smiled "Thanks."
Jester crawled out the front door and headed back to the Hunters hideout. Giving Bob a slight wave goodbye, Bob waved back and pondered a night out himself, maybe catch a few rats.
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