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Inspector Chloe Marlin
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"And don't lemme see you, back here again freak!"
"Whoa, whoa, calm down pops, I'm going, I'm going!"
"Get outta here!!"
Lex Persinger, jumped (Thrown out was the correct term) of the bar. What was she doing in a bar? Annoying the hell out of drunken "fighters" was one of her hobbies. She was as nimble as a cat, dodging each of their sluggish punches and half-empty bottles of spirits and whiskey.
Lex was small for her age. What age was that? Hell if she knew. But the point was that many underestimated her. She was goofy and quirky, not a serious fighter. Who wanted to be a serious fighter? Who wanted to be serious?! Life was meant to be enjoyed. That was her look on it.
Lex was strange. She wasn't normal… Well that's what people thought when they met her, but she was a different kind to strange as well... Lex was Physic. That was the blunt description. She could tell when things were going to happen. Other than her agile body, that was the other reason she was virtually impossible to attack in a fight. That and she could sense things. Other strange things. Beings from the Veil. That was the name for the world that existed parallel to their own. This was where paranormal entities were first created, developed and grew stronger before the eventually broke through into the Human World… And they were normally very dangerous. Lex sensed them and always ran towards the Pull. That was what she had named the aura that entices Humans to Supernatural Beings. Some knew they were being lead to something hazardous, but very many of them had no idea. Those were usually the ones who didn't believe. Lex sighed. Non-believers made her upset. The fact they stayed close-minded, stuck in this box of a world. Never caring to use imagination and wonder what else could be out there other than what they could see and hear. It was really quite sad.
Lex at her high collar on her waist length black blazer for protection against the wind that was picking up. It had once belonged to her older brother and it was her prized possession. It was a little too big for her and even with the cuffs rolled up; it still hung over her wrist and just touched her knuckles. She walked on, the chunky heels of her knee-high combat boots gunshots on the concrete. Then she stopped, her eyes widening slightly. A Pull?
Lex span round in the direction in which the Pull was coming from. Her eyes went from a sea-blue colour to a milky white colour. A man… He was being attacked by a Whisperer. These were creatures who whispered to people, never to be seen and then when their victims least expected it, something jumped out behind them… Next time they were seen, no skin was left. All devoured by the disgusting creature. This one was breaking normal behaviour though. He was wobbling in front of the man, light grey skin, lipless with sharp yellow teeth. Its eyes were sunken in, a small red dot it's pupil. Giggling and cackling, a sick maniacal grin practically stretched over his face. They never attacked a victim upfront unless confronted… Or aggravated to all hell… And that was only when he victim had a strong paranormal connection. She glimpsed another look at him… Could he be…? Before she could finish her though, the Whisperer jumped at him, screaming loudly its claws rose… Lowering… Faster… Faster… All was red. She winced and then gasped, returning to her normal state. She wasted no time. She was going to save this man no matter what. Lex ran towards the Pull at full speed, a burning passion in her eyes.
I'm no Superhero with these powers… But if I can save a life then I will. Of course I will. No matter what…
"Whoa, whoa, calm down pops, I'm going, I'm going!"
"Get outta here!!"
Lex Persinger, jumped (Thrown out was the correct term) of the bar. What was she doing in a bar? Annoying the hell out of drunken "fighters" was one of her hobbies. She was as nimble as a cat, dodging each of their sluggish punches and half-empty bottles of spirits and whiskey.
Lex was small for her age. What age was that? Hell if she knew. But the point was that many underestimated her. She was goofy and quirky, not a serious fighter. Who wanted to be a serious fighter? Who wanted to be serious?! Life was meant to be enjoyed. That was her look on it.
Lex was strange. She wasn't normal… Well that's what people thought when they met her, but she was a different kind to strange as well... Lex was Physic. That was the blunt description. She could tell when things were going to happen. Other than her agile body, that was the other reason she was virtually impossible to attack in a fight. That and she could sense things. Other strange things. Beings from the Veil. That was the name for the world that existed parallel to their own. This was where paranormal entities were first created, developed and grew stronger before the eventually broke through into the Human World… And they were normally very dangerous. Lex sensed them and always ran towards the Pull. That was what she had named the aura that entices Humans to Supernatural Beings. Some knew they were being lead to something hazardous, but very many of them had no idea. Those were usually the ones who didn't believe. Lex sighed. Non-believers made her upset. The fact they stayed close-minded, stuck in this box of a world. Never caring to use imagination and wonder what else could be out there other than what they could see and hear. It was really quite sad.
Lex at her high collar on her waist length black blazer for protection against the wind that was picking up. It had once belonged to her older brother and it was her prized possession. It was a little too big for her and even with the cuffs rolled up; it still hung over her wrist and just touched her knuckles. She walked on, the chunky heels of her knee-high combat boots gunshots on the concrete. Then she stopped, her eyes widening slightly. A Pull?
Lex span round in the direction in which the Pull was coming from. Her eyes went from a sea-blue colour to a milky white colour. A man… He was being attacked by a Whisperer. These were creatures who whispered to people, never to be seen and then when their victims least expected it, something jumped out behind them… Next time they were seen, no skin was left. All devoured by the disgusting creature. This one was breaking normal behaviour though. He was wobbling in front of the man, light grey skin, lipless with sharp yellow teeth. Its eyes were sunken in, a small red dot it's pupil. Giggling and cackling, a sick maniacal grin practically stretched over his face. They never attacked a victim upfront unless confronted… Or aggravated to all hell… And that was only when he victim had a strong paranormal connection. She glimpsed another look at him… Could he be…? Before she could finish her though, the Whisperer jumped at him, screaming loudly its claws rose… Lowering… Faster… Faster… All was red. She winced and then gasped, returning to her normal state. She wasted no time. She was going to save this man no matter what. Lex ran towards the Pull at full speed, a burning passion in her eyes.
I'm no Superhero with these powers… But if I can save a life then I will. Of course I will. No matter what…