Gone Batty [Prp Cooper]

[Elamondextrixs]

OOC: I'm sorry about that title. lol I know it's like the worst joke in the universe but OH WELL.

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Run. Run. Run. Prance. Skip. Stop Suddenly! Oh wait it's nothing. Skip some more. Run. Prance.
It was nighttime as per usual to the demon's nature. The moon shown through in a beautiful slit of it's former round self. Stars when they weren't blanketed by the clouds shown in full magnificence on a navy blue sky. If one examined the area they'd see the pale lavenders lighting the edges of the world, sending the sun on it's fond farewell with a vivid display of color, a final tribute to it's magnificence. To put things bluntly it was a beautiful dusk, and it made the lowly demon beside himself.
Elamond had absolutely no idea where he was or what the heck he was doing but he sure was doing it and it sure was neat. All these colors and all this bright contrast and all these new things and wow this sure was cool.

Mark for Earth, The real world, Day Three. Three days of being out and about, and not just trapped in some chick's attic eating rats as he had been before. Tonight he'd learned that if he just kept his eyes shut most of the time he could be out a few hours prior to absolute darkness. But for the few seconds he could dare to open his eyes he'd seen more beauty than he knew how to handle, and ho-diggity he was so excited.

To one outside the loop of paranormal mischief, the average gent would see a smelly black homeless guy, butt naked, running in circles with his eyes shut tight, sometimes bouncing about, sometimes tripping over things or throwing things around -like garbage cans- with an excess of violence for no apparent reason. But Elamond did these things because he'd never been able to make ruckus before. Usually making any sort of noise would attract predators, would kill you. But nope, not here! Not on good old earth! Here he could do whatever he wanted to do, so long as he stayed away from the Kantas.

In reality the dark skinned man was not mortal, but a demon. With skin and hair as black as tar, and a blood flow to match. From his back sprouted some petite little bat wings, far too small to fly with, and a mess of hair that followed up to his face and covered his vast, green, round eyes. His mouth a tight clamp of interlocking fangs, his ears long and pointy like a high elf. His structure long and spindly, lean and yet scrawny by all means. Tall and intimidating, like a dog with bark and no bite. He was a balloon of air, larger than any human but so easily popped it was downright ridiculous. He was a monster that roamed the world of man, and he was having a blast!

He could do these stupid silly things, he could have fun, he could be violent or feel like he was strong for once in his life, and right now he was content to laugh and run around blindly and pretend he was watching all these pretty colors that hadn't been there yesternight glimmer and dance.

At the rate he was going it really didn't take long for him to face-plant himself right off the curb and into a puddle. Immediately however he freaked out. His eyes opening and budging as he sat in this wet translucent stuff that sure as hell hadn't been in hell. In hell there was acid, and to get 'wet' was to melt away if you weren't evolved to thrive in it.
Elamond was no such thing. He expected pain, suffering, absolute turmoil. Instead he was just...cold?
"What is this?" He voiced suddenly to no one in particular, especially since he couldn't see anyone in sight. Ew! What is that?" He shook a damp arm and watched water droplets fly, then decided this stuff wouldn't hurt him, then laughed. Shaking his arm again for more droplets to go flying, then the other arm. Then standing up and jumping purposefully into the puddle like a child.
Elamond watched the water fly in every direction a moment, then stepped out of the puddle, watching it quietly as if he thought it were a living thing, fortunately he wasn't quite that stupid, but still.

"I am...stronger than you!" he dared declare to it. It didn't respond, and Elamond grinned. In hell even acid had been stronger than he, the flames did burn and the liquids did melt. But here, he was strong. Stronger than the acid of Earth! He was strong!
He purposely walked over the water, then again, then again, then looked at the lavender as it slowly weaned from the sky and that dark navy started to spread evermore.
"Stars," he voiced, having learned the work via Kanta.

He really was like a child. A demon with no prior knowledge banished to earth, summoned by accident and purposelessly roaming the plains of South Boston.
Having the jolly old time of his life.

[Aelevi Spencer]

Aelevi was nowhere near the homeless man trouncing in puddles. She was at the beach with her jacket pulled over her head holding a lighter with a spluttering flame. She drove her thumb down on the ignition wheels, but only sparks resulted. Ae pinched the filter of the joint between her teeth and growled with frustration. She pulled her jacket off her head and zipped up the front. Looking down at her palm, she squeezed the plastic lighter in her hand, and then pulled her arm back throwing it into the water; no splash. Ae picked the joint from her teeth, placed it delicately in her pseudo mint tin and pocketed that.

She rounded off the waterfront's sandy beach and marched up the docks. She didn't know why she bothered coming out here every night. She never met anyone else, most of the junkies stayed downtown. But she was drawn to the beach, and enjoyed gazing at the moonlight hitting the water. Aelevi looked up from the docks and turned to look at the towering metropolis skyscrapers, she just wasn't in the mood to do the city crawl tonight. She dug her hands deep into the pockets of her jacket and tossed her long blonde locks over her shoulder, walking into the sub-urban enclosure. She liked to designate living areas as enclosures, like what you'd see at the zoo.

"The sub-urban enclosure housed a number of family groups," she'd say in her head, badly mimicking an animal planet narrator (like Alex Baldwin or Morgan Freeman). But it was late so everyone was asleep. What she saw instead was the naked black man running around screaming about stars and god knows what else. Her nose scrunched on her face, not having the pleasure of blocking this sight out with drugs or alcohol she had to take him in completely sober. Shivers ran through her body and she threw her hands to her side in a fit of disgust.

Aelevi had no intention of approaching him, well, that's what she thought before reluctantly taking a double take (just in case). This thing wasn't human, actually, he looked like a shadow had peeled its self off the sidewalk and was gallivanting around in a makeshift body. She was weirdly reminded of Disney's Peter Pan, when Wendy wanted to sew back on Peter Pan's shadow. Could this thing be someone's shadow? She kind of just stood and watched, her mouth slightly open with her nose still crinkling on her porcelain face.