Ark 20 Episode 35: The Heathen and The Hulk

Participants
Wade Davis

Heather the Heathen

The Entry of The Rock and The Hard Place
-(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-pDJ77--L0) On a cold night in District One, Wade currently resides in his rundown one bedroom apartment with the windows boarded up with wood; barely allowing the ambient light of the moon to peak through the windows. Inside of the apartment, one barely lit light hangs from the room on a slow moving and teetering fan. Standing underneath the light, Wade is seen on one knee with his left arm resting on his left knee. His head hangs low, allowing his long blonde locks to peer over his face, hiding his complexion from sight. Getting focused for the night at hand, he is hired to stop a pestering Drug Dealer from selling on the wrong block in District One. Wade, a soldier for hire he tends to have a very unstable lifestyle because of his work. With his left hand, he slowly makes s fist allowing the long black leather glove he wears on his hands to tighten. It begins to move the sharp claws over his knuckles as the razor sharp claws are made out of solid Iron. Once ready for the mission at hand tonight, Wade begins to stand tall in the room; allowing his body to place a long black coat around his body. Flexing his left arm through the arm hole of the coat; the winds coming through the broken down apartment allows the tail end to fray a little bit. (http://i1160.photobucket.com/albums/q483/xCuttieLawliet/xAnimeGifs/tumblr_m77vuxtW9N1r8r3eqo1_500_large.gif) Looking up now, his shining blue orbs for eyes become revealed as he give himself a simple shrug of the shoulders as he begins to head out. Once on the streets of District One, he looks around to see all the crazies and druggies still going at their daily routine as if nothing had changed after being freed from their shackle and chain from the Yakuza Prisons they had this district become. While he passes one alleyway, he looks to his left to see a woman being raped by a group of males; basically getting gangbanged in the view of the public.-“Please! Help me!”-She calls out to anyone who would listen and pray for someone to help her. Wade walks right by the alley without giving the woman a second glance. Not that Wade were evil or sick in the head, when having his own issues at hand; others show no importance to him. Being in the hardened streets of the first district, one must always have a closed off shell of a heart otherwise many would not survive. And he wasn’t going to kid himself and act like some kind of hero when he knows he is not. In about ten minutes of walking, he places his pockets into his coat to hide the sharpened clawed gloves. He comes across a building right next to the District One Public Library. Being separated by nothing but a thin layer of plaster and drywall, this second building looks like an abandoned apartment complex in comparison to the Library. Once in front of the house Wade is able to see all the shot out windows and bullet holes that riddle the wood of the house from constant gang warfare taking place on these streets. (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/346/3/7/detroit_abandoned_house_by_tanya_dawn_art-d5nvosx.jpg) On the steps is another person smoking a cigarette and wearing a dark blue fubu track suit. Looking at the pale skin and bright blonde hair of Wade’s physical appearance, the man asks-“You lost, buddy? A cracka like yourself shouldn’t be walking these streets at this time of night.”- Wade smirks a bit as his ocean blue eyes stare into the eyes of this man in front of him. Wade then begins to say in a deep and masculine voice-“I’m looking for Stix.”- The man raises his brow a bit before flicking away his cigarette-“Whatchu need with, Stix?”- Wade’s face slowly returns back to a serious nature while saying-“I’ve got enough dough to bring you fucks out of this dump…”-He then makes a sniffing sound while rubbing his nose to signify what he is really here for.-“So you gunna go wake him up, or are you going to just stand there?”- The man nods his head and points for Wade to come inside. Wade smirks once more as he says-“What a rook…”- While being escorted inside of the building, Wade is quickly taken into a room where almost ten other men are waiting with sub-machine guns, shotguns and pistols all pointed at him. *Click Clack* the sounds of all these weapons getting their charging handles pulled echoes throughout the entire building. In the center of all the madness is a tall and thin lengthy white guy with straight brown hair and hazelnut eyes carrying a small .35 magnum in his left hand. (http://www.elfpack.com/stuff/C:UsersMichellePicturesAnime%20picturesanime%20guysmafioso[1].jpg?jpg=y) The man who escorted Wade in begins to say-“Yo, Stix…Your guest is here.”- This causes Stix to look up with an aggravated guest while asking-“What guest?”- That is when Wade smiles and instantly flexes out his left arm to his left and quickly lands a thunderous punch onto the right side of the henchman’s face. The sound of bone shattering and both eyes popping out of his head is heard before his body instantly flies right through the wall and back into the front yard! His body then wraps around a tree as his entire body seems to wrap like a pretzel around the tree! (http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4c11xkwhs1qg5e8zo1_500.gif) Because of that action, all the men begin to move around Wade as their guns point at him; yet Wade shows no fear to it. Stix slowly stands up onto his feet, running his soft dress shoes to skid across the wooden floor. Pointing his .35 Magnum at Wade, he begins to slowly pull back on the trigger of his pistol!-

Enter The Heathen
Myrrh: “Mmmn hmmm,” Heather hummed quietly to herself. She was listening to Island Girl by Elton John on her phone, earphones in her ears with the music turned up loud. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywJ1MD4-Cns) Heather was seated on a small cushioned chair beside a long rectangular table in the library. In her hands, was a book. It was rather thick and bulky. While Heather bobbed her head to the quirky music, she read about dragons and swords, men with glorious braided beards who dressed in heavy shining armor and protected their kingdoms with blood. There was a tale about one specific man. He had long, greasy brown hair that sat on his shoulders in clumps. His beard was ragged and braided like all the rest of the men’s facial hair. He had petty scars on his face, from barely escaping his battles from which he cowered. He was large and un-married. Many villagers were disgusted by his mere presence. Heather greatly indulged in this man. She fell to love his negative personality and his dirty appearance. He was beautiful. Heather flexed her eyebrows in deep concentration, sticking out her tongue as a sign of pure bliss. This was where she was happiest; delving into the creativity of man. The ideas that the human race has, the technology we indulge in, and the way we look at things. Heather the Heathen smiled and switched the song in her playlist. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6PAJkitUq0c) The woman threw her feet up onto the dull, orange-brown table; her face twisted into a smile. Heather did not hear anything but her music, and there was no sight of Simone anywhere. Life was good.

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