Wanderers

[Weremouse]

Katrina Nickelson shot out of her bed. A familiar room, a new body. She felt refreshed and energized. Being stuck in a body with cancer SUCKED. She wondered how all the normal people did it. She pondered over that one thought for a short while, before she passed it up and decided to go outside for a run with her new body. She pulled on a sundress (an old affection of hers. She really liked the English clothes around the 16th century, though it was hard to find ones that didn't break over time and fit all of her many bodies) and went out for her run.

The smell of fresh air was so nice. Being stuck in a hospital, even if it was only for a week or so, made you dizzy after time. The air in there was stale and smelled of sickness.

She closed her eyes and continued jogging. Behind her, she heard sirens.
Police sirens.
She was good at playing dumb. And lying. And being her own lawyer. She'd done a lot of crime over the years. But that didn't stop her heart racing. In the distance, she heard someone crying.
She turned around
"OH KATRINA!!" a motherly looking figure raced before her and crushed her in a hug. Buried in her bosom, Katrina felt confused and annoyed, and more than a little grossed out. She decided to play silent to see what was going on.
"OH HONEY! WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL?! WHERE DID YOU GO?"
Before Katrina could come up with an answer, her "mother" bombarded her with one thousand and one other questions. She learned that the original Katrina Nickelson was an artist, went to high school, was middle class, and had a very embaressing and obsessive mother.
"Mom, it was just a little break. Everything was too much. Can you PLEASE leave me alone?" she asked with an arrogant, teenaged tone.
"Dear, the police are here to ask some-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Katrina yelled, slapping her "mother" across the face. She ran back to her mansion and plopped on her bed.

From now on, she was only going outside at night. Perhaps start her adventures at about midnight?

Whatever. Her mother would give up eventually.

[mojojuju]

ooc: I wasn't sure if I was supposed to make a postage here or create a new topic so yeah... I'm just going to put this here, but if you want me to start a new topic for this one, just say the word and I'll delete this and repost. [: Also, do pushers have some kind of telepathic thing with each other? If two pushers would meet accidentally, would they be able to tell if the other is a pusher or no?



____The tall, lanky figure of a black haired man could be seen coming from behind the corner. Anyone watching the young man would assume him to be freshly out of university; to be kindred spirit; to be full of hopes and life. They would assume him to be genuine and helpful as that is what his innocent and naive, light grey eyes say. His soft smile could never be mistaken with an arrogant smirk. No one would dare think him as some horrible mastermind.

____But assumptions are often wrong.

____Andrzej, or rather Julian at this point, had only one thing on his mind at the moment. Go back to the place where he left his previous body and watch the person start panicking and throwing "crazy" accusations. It always brought him joy. The view of a tormented soul was his own drug; his own addiction. And it was an addiction he never wanted to cure.

____Julian stopped in front of an old apartment building -- his old apartment building -- and he waited. He waited for the real Julian to tumble out in that old body of his. What was once his name? Nathan Card. That was it. He was once a bestseller novelist before Andrzej came along and ruined his career by plagiarizing a story and then having it published. Nathan lost everything then -- his career, his money in court, his readers...

____And now this guy, Julian, was not only going to have to deal with a crappy life as "Nathan" who was now in his late fourties, but he also was forced to watch as he, Andrzej, wrecked his music career. "Julian" grinned at the mere thought. This was his favourite part of pushing.

____Julian glanced at his watch and noted that it was still early in the morning. This meant that the real Julian should by now be awake and soon enough he would be stumbling out of the apartment in hysterics. On queue, the apartment building door slammed open and out came a disoriented Julian/Nathan. Andrzej grinned and waved at the older, bolding man. The real Julian noticed him straight away and with his jaw dropped and eyes wide he took heavy steps in his direction.

____"You... you..." the victim stuttered. "Give me back my body!" he yelled out and grabbed Julian by the arms. The victim was still weak, the pusher felt, and that only made him smile more.

____"Sir, I apologize, but what are you talking about?" he asked, feigning innocence.

____"No... no... You took my body! THAT is MY body!" "Nathan" shook "Julian's" shoulders. "Get out! Get out of there! Give me back my body! I'm Julian Black and that is my body!" the man was practically in hysterics and "Julian" let him slide to the ground.

____"Sir, are you sure you didn't hit your head on something? Maybe you have a concussion?" Julian pretended as if he was a caring human being. "Perhaps we should call an ambulance for you?"

____"No! No! You know what I'm talking about!" the man cried. "You stole my body! Please! Give it back!" just as Julian hoped a crowd started to form around him and his victim. Julian suppressed a smirk and decided to step into phase 2.

____"Pete, may I call you Pete?" Julian asked but waited for no response. "I think it's best if we call an ambulance for you. They will be able to help you. Perhaps you have some sort of amnesia, or perhaps some kind of form of Alzheimer's? If you look in your wallet you'll find your ID there and you'll see who you are. I assure you, you are who you are. No one can take over another person's body, Sir," Julian stated firmly. Except for pushers, that is, Julian added in his mind. "M'am, could you call an ambulance please?" he turned toward the woman to his right.

____The woman nodded and complied and Julian bid his goodbyes to "Nathan" who was still calling out, "Give me back my body! Please! Have mercy!" As Julian walked down the street he couldn't help but feel satisfaction. Another life ruined. "Nathan" would get a heart-attack in the mental hospital when he'll find out about "Julian Black's" fall.

____Julian followed the busy roads which would lead him to the park. He liked going there to pounder on new plans and ideas. Julian never stopped plotting. He couldn't stop plotting. As he walked he heard the distinct police sirens not far away. Curiosity taking over, Julian turned in the direction of the sound. He saw nothing spectacular or suspicious but he did take note as a young girl jogged past him and sped off in the direction of a large looking mansion. Julian shrugged the event off and walked into through the park gates. A walk would do him good.[/color]

[Weremouse]

Katrina paced around her room. Being immortal, pushers were generally quite patient, but that didn't change the fact that waiting around for twelve hours was really, really boring. She had already tried sleeping, but being well-rested made that almost impossible.

Stupid Katrina's mom. Urgh! She ruined my fun. I wonder what would happen if I just killed her. No, Amani, stop thinking about that. The more people you kill, the more you have to push, and as fun as pushing is, it’s a pain when you’re just getting used to a body and you have to change so quickly.

Katrina continued her pacing. An hour had passed since she’d last checked the clock.

One hour down, 11 to go.

In all of her thousand or so years, she’d never been this BORED.
She tried to think of things to do, but all of the things that appealed to her involved another person, preferably a pusher.
She only ever truly talked to other pushers.
Unfortunately, they were hard to keep track of, she was unusual in that she kept the same house with all the bodies she snatched – it was a risk but it was certainly worth it because all her funds accumulated and made the perfect party pad.

Despite pusher telepathy, it was still hard to track the hundred or so pushers in existence.
Katrina paced a lot longer, back and forth, back and forth, when she made the spontaneous decision to go to the park.

so long as I stay away from the playground, mommy dearest won’t find me. she thought, pulling on a black leather jacket that she’d bought a long time.

humans are so...funny. They don’t ever seem to change. Something that was popular 30 years ago is still popular. Yet they claim that fashions change every day and new inventions are always being created – frankly, progress is a lie. We’re in the same place as we were before, only now we exaggerate how screwed we are with this global warming shit and hungry people...there were always hungry people and there always will be.

By the time she was done thinking about progress and people and the like, she was about a block from the park. She broke into a run, prepared to avoid her “mother”. She saw no one so entered the park with a more nonchalant demeanour.

Katrina felt a sudden, irresistible urge to stray from the path. She knew this feeling by now – the craving to find another pusher. In reality, she was relieved. Being a pusher meant having connection – a whole society that you are involved in, where the members have a telepathy of sorts and tend to subconsciously flock to the same area, and when in close range, will have the craving – no, more like the NEED to go find one another.
She ran through the nearby forest, cutting through raspberry bushes (and ruining her skirt while she was at it) jumping across a ditch as well as a creek, taking all the dangerous routes, when she wound up by a typical path.

“Andrzej.”

She could tell not by his demeanour or his body who it was, but she could tell that it was Andrjez by his essence. She could tell he was a pusher, and an instinct of sorts clarified who he was.

“You wouldn’t believe the bad luck I’ve just had.”

[mojojuju]

ooc: I think I'll call my character by his real name when I'm using third-person. Otherwise it gets too confusing I think.



____Andrzej strolled around the park area for a good twenty minutes. He observed the people (especially the women) around him and picked out potential victims. But no, no. Not in the "pusher" sense, but in the wreck-Julian's-career way. Andrzej figured that the first step of ruining Julian's life would be to ruin his reputation with the people. Should he push an older person? Throw a kid's soccer ball into the lake? Yell at a pregnant woman or steal a business man's cellphone? The possibilities were endless.

____Andrzej knew better than to ruin the plan by starting by something big. No, no. It was much more fun and entertaining by doing small things which then pile up into one huge disaster. That's how he ruined everyone - his father, Leonardo da Nortadeli, George Card, Angela Struss. Heck, he would ruin Britney Spears's life if she wasn't doing such a good job of it already.

____Then he felt it. Subtle, yet there it was. The couldn't remember the last time he felt that feeling. It was like a nudging in his brain, something that made him pull away from where he was going and make him turn back. He knew better than to ignore it. Heck, even if he tried he probably wouldn't be able to.

____"Andrzej" she muttered. "You wouldn't believe the bad luck I've just had," she claimed. The pusher sent out powerful vibes which practically screamed 'respect me'. But who was Andrzej to respect anyone? Well, perhaps he would admit they were older and perhaps wiser in the pusher ways, but he did not consider them superior to him.

____Andrzej took in the pusher's appearance - brown hair, dark eyes, smirk on her lips. He could feel that she was older -- much older -- than him. But yet body-wise, she was younger. She was still a "teenager" in human years.

____"Amani," he greeted her with a nod. "My day in contrast has been rather fantastic," he stated in a slow and sly voice. He took a few steps closer toward the '15'-year old girl. "I had fun tormenting my current victim," he spread his arms out in a 'look-at-me!' fashion. "I'm Julian Black. And I'll look like a pedophile if I hang around with you while you're in that body. Though that might be just perfect for my scheme."

[Weremouse]

"Andrzej, why do you find the simple act of ruining people's lives so fun? I'm just in it for the living." Amani had always been slightly disgusted by how Andrzej recycled bodies so quickly and how he ruined peoples lives.

Of course, she herself occasionally had fun taking relatives to bed and cussing out peoples friends, but mostly she was just in it to party. Life is life, you know?

"Though, living is tricky when your last victim gets cancer a week after you enter her body, you tend to pick the first person you find, even if they're a high schooler." she said, rolling her eyes and preparing for Andrzej to laugh at her cruelly.

"Do you never tire of being an antagonist?"

[mojojuju]

____Andrzej smirked at Amani's questions. Did he ever tire of ruining people's lives? That was quite possibly the only thing he lived for. Humans aren't so innocent either way. They are full of deceit and lies. They are greedy and they constantly backstab those that first helped them. No. People were needed to be taught a lesson. One person at a time, he will make sure of it.

____He shook his head laughing at how Amani told him how she got stuck in a cancerous body. Ooh the damage he would have done in that person's life. He would have made their life even more miserable than it already was. Or then again, it was impossible. A person cannot get more miserable than finding out they would die. If anything, the cancerous person would thank him for letting her escape her old body. But perhaps he would tease her how he could push her out so that she could have a better life, but then he wouldn't do it, just to hurt her even more. Yes. That sounded deliciously cruel.

____"You should have then just pushed back out to another body. But then again, being a 'teenager' can sometimes be fun. After all you can 'feel the danger' again of doing something 'illegal'. Like drinking. Or driving. And of course you can't forget the sweet teenage drama," Andrzej fake-coughed and put up his extremely high voice. "Bitch! You stole my boyfriend! Nah-huh, so did not. He came running to me! You slut! Give him back to me! No, find your own." he chuckled. "And then those cat-fight... No matter how old I get, those will never get boring," he told her.

____Amani asked him about being an antagonist all the time. "Darling," Andrzej grinned and looked back at her. "People are the worst creatures ever created on this world. You know how some say that vampires, werewolves and us, pushers, are the worst? Well they're wrong. They say people are good and have their ethics and morals," Andrzej ranted bitterly. He could never let go of a grudge, even if it happened five hundred years prior. "But their ethics and morals are going more down the drain everyday.

____"People will always hurt each other. Whether it's hurting a stranger or family. But they'll always do something cruel to another just for their selfish greed. They have to be taught by having a taste of their own medicine. You ask me if I ever tire of being an antagonist? No, Amani, I don't. Perhaps one life-time I'll take a 'holiday' and just spend the time partying it up, like you, but I'm not tired of this at all yet. I'll keep doing it until I run out of ideas or motivation. But I doubt that's ever going to happen. You should try it one time. You know, wrecking lives."

[coolbeans]

Olive Grasin was howling with laughter. Olive Grasin never felt more satisfied with a push in her life. And that is saying a lot.

Olive Grasin, or more recently Raquel Hayes, was standing in a hospital, watching chaos ensue. She wanted to visit her latest victim and tracked her to the St. Marian's Hospital. Expecting a depressed old woman, Olive was pleasantly surprised to find that her victim was more aware than she thought. The nurses right now were discussing "the woman in Room 117," who believes she is another person. Despite their tries at hiding it, the nurses were snickering. Little did these naive nurses know, "the woman in Room 117" was exactly correct. But it made Olive happy that they thought she was crazy.

As she lingered by the front desk, she acted as if she was waiting for somebody. No one took notice, perhaps too concentrated on their work or in the nurses case, busy gossiping. Olive was about to wander off and look for her victim to taunt her mercilessly, until a new voice pulled her attention.

"What is going on, today? First we got a lady being pushed outta windows, then we got another elderly lady claiming to be someone else in surgery," a nurse who just joined the group informed.

"Make that two ladies claiming to be someone else. Some sad middle aged woman believes she is a college kid, and that she was somehow transported into another body. Crazy," another nurse agreed.

Olive's head snapped up. Obviously, she knew about her victim. The word 'pushed' was not left unnoticed by Olive. To her it had another meaning. Probably a more accurate meaning that not even the greatest doctor would assume. And another woman claiming to be in another body? This was clearly a doing of a pusher - either one who liked to torture their prey, or was not skilled enough to keep the victim off their case. Only one answer added up: other pushers were in the vicinity. Excited by the development, Olive pranced out of the hospital. When was the last time she spoke to another pusher? Olive could not count the years. It was thrilling meeting up with pushers, somewhat of a rare occurrence.

Olive began to meander, letting instinct lead her. As she grew closer to a park, she felt a heavy weight pulling her towards the entrance. She must be close, then. There was also more than one pusher, as the vibes being sent to her were strong. This was great - someone to discuss what she would not dream of discussing to mere mortals.

"Hello?" Olive purred, as she reached the center of the park. If any pushers were there, they would surely recognize her. A happy smile rested on her lips.