Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
All things considered, today had been good. Marcela breathed in deep, scanning the large pool and taking in the rich, pungent scent of the chlorinated water, and set her bag near one of the rubber-slatted deck chairs. She'd woken up late after a decent night's run-- two convenience stores unceremoniously plundered and one ugly sonovabitch riddled with bullets and plastered to the asphalt where he belonged-- and gone to breakfast at the nearest, seediest diner she could find. Two plates of dripping eggs, cross-cut fries, and bacon later, the mercenary was feeling the peckish itch for action that only a full stomach could provide, and she'd made a few rounds through the slums to scrounge for jobs. A handful of nothing later, Marcela was still pulsing with the restlessness she associated with the mid-day heat. But her current unemployment left nothing to be nicked or shot, and, in an attempt to satiate this other sort of hunger, she figured a dip would smooth over her eager-for-action edges.
The sparkling artificial blue of the water was reward enough for the cash under her mattress and the bruises on her ankles. She took a moment and inhaled again. Then, in a flurry of fabric and coarse hair, Marcela stripped down to her bikini, dashed (despite the lifeguard's desperate objection) towards the drop-off, and dove in. The water closed above her and she exhaled a cluster of air bubbles, letting herself sink to the bottom of the pool. When she felt the pressure of the tiles that divided the lane into a split section for multiple swimmers, Marcela opened her eyes, despite the chemicals, and watched the other occupants thrashing across the surface of the waters. Everything was distorted from the vantage and even the waters remained an impossible blue. She smiled as her lungs stung and shriveled, desperate for air. Kicking off the bottom, she surfaced with an exaggerated gasp and re-fixed her grin; water trailing down from her soaked hair and into her eyes.
There was a routine written on a white board on the other end of the lane and she pushed off the wall, dolphin kicking for half a length before coming up in a frantic butterfly stroke for air.
Gotten shit at this, she thought as she surfaced in another poorly conceived stroke, Been forever since I swam.
Her palms touched the wall below waterline and she made no secret of her breathing,
"Who says that you can't enjoy yourself with total strangers."
"Come on man you need to get out of this office and go have some fun. You can't just sit around and wait for another job to come in you will kill yourself over boredom."
The voice of one of Razimel's friends rung through the small office as the young male sat behind his desk with his feet placed on the desk. The friend continued to go on about getting out and doing something with his free time seeing as he was supposed to be an "active" person, but in all honesty he didn't want to drag himself into the shenanigans of his friend which usually meant beating the crap out of someone because of something he said.
Suggestion after suggestion was thrown at Raz until the topic of the pool came up which the friend would throw a book at Raz's head which fell short to his feet. Annoyed by the fact that he didn't have any other alternative other than knocking his friend out he shrugged and stood up," Fine if it will get your ass off my case we'll go swimming. I swear to god if you get into another fight though i am letting them beat the living shit out of you before i help...you have the worst luck when it comes to anything and you are lucky i am around or else you would be in the ground," with that being said Raz left to go upstairs which housed a small room in case he wanted to stay here over the night opposed to going home.
After a small debate on who would drive to the pool which Raz only leered at his friend and hopped onto his bike before driving off, the two of them arrived to the pool within fifteen minutes to a sizable group of people already in the pool which wasn't too bad. Raz had already been in his swimming attire; a pair of black and blue swimming trunks that stopped to his knees and his sole dog tags handing around his neck. Raz would stretch slowly before scratching the only scar on his chest and plummeting into the deep end of the pool, his body slowly disappearing into the clear depths of the pool.
The water at first was cold as he plunged his body into it, but as he dove deeper into the abyss of the pool his body warmed up to it and no longer affected him. Softly his hands would plant onto the tiled bottom before turning his body to look up towards the others in the pool. The feeling and sight of everything from underneath this cerulean colored water gave a different perspective than how he saw things. Slowly his breath would begin to wane as he swam to the top and exploded through the surface to take a deep breathe and moving the peppered strands of hair from his face," Phew...that felt amazing," the water from the ears atop of his head slowly dripping to his face as he moved over to the walls of the pool to get out and lay on one of the chairs.
She lingered at the edge of the pool, fingers barely touching the artificial stone siding while scissor kicking to keep herself afloat. Indoor pools were always filled with the fascinating echoes of their occupants and she turned to watch the last moments of a resounding splash. The cause of the commotion pushed across the pool, coming up in the lane parallel to hers. He was young; barely past his tawdry descent into adulthood, but clearly an adult by some standards. Out of the corner of her eye, Marcela spotted the pale strip of skin and designated the scar as a useful memory. One never knew when they would encounter familiar "faces" in her line of work and chances were, in a space as small as Selene, she'd end up either employed by or gunning for him. This was the way of the isle.
"You gonna get out so soon, boy band?" she cocked her eyebrow and brushed a collection errant hairs from her eyes.
Marcela was, above all else, a social creature and even though the pool outing had been meant as an escape from her routine, she couldn't help but dip into her habitual communication. Besides, she couldn't curb her curiosity concerning the young man's scar.
"Who says that you can't enjoy yourself with total strangers."
Laying down on the chair he felt pretty good with the excess water dripping off of his body and with his tail wrapped closely to his waist he didn't really want to move but the thought of getting back into the pool was definitely a great idea to do especially with some of the people inside of the large clear water.
Although he had slowly begun to enjoy himself the ringing of a specific voice caused him to sit up and look around before looking at the woman that called out to him. At first he thought about the words that she had said, calling him boy band didn't make sense but he knew she was talking to him by the way she was looking to him. Standing up he would walk over to the edge of the pool he would smile and shake his head," No i just wanted to feel the cold air hitting my body for a bit before jumping in. After all i wouldn't want to come here and not swim," sliding back into the pool he would look to his new conversation partner for a moment and nod," Name's Razimel or Raz for short...what's your name?," looking for a new conversation to start he would wait for her before speaking again.
@feral || OOC: fun and games in the pool (its fine if its short ^-^ its still fun)
All things considered, today had been good. Marcela breathed in deep, scanning the large pool and taking in the rich, pungent scent of the chlorinated water, and set her bag near one of the rubber-slatted deck chairs. She'd woken up late after a decent night's run-- two convenience stores unceremoniously plundered and one ugly sonovabitch riddled with bullets and plastered to the asphalt where he belonged-- and gone to breakfast at the nearest, seediest diner she could find. Two plates of dripping eggs, cross-cut fries, and bacon later, the mercenary was feeling the peckish itch for action that only a full stomach could provide, and she'd made a few rounds through the slums to scrounge for jobs. A handful of nothing later, Marcela was still pulsing with the restlessness she associated with the mid-day heat. But her current unemployment left nothing to be nicked or shot, and, in an attempt to satiate this other sort of hunger, she figured a dip would smooth over her eager-for-action edges. 
