Stranded.. (Open to All)

OoC: I've been out of the Battle Arena for far too long and I think it's time for me to stimulate my imagination again. I may be a little rusty so bear with me. :\

BiC: Allyone slowly started to come to, looking around to see that she was shrouded in darkness. Her throbbing head wasn’t making it any easier to figure out where she was, but after a few minutes she came to the realization that she was in the truck of a car, “Crap, how in the world did I manage to get myself into the mess?” She reached into the small pocket on the left side of her sweater, grabbed the earphones to her player and popped them in her ears. The faint light that emanated from the small screen was just enough to help her examine the trunk’s door and find a small latch to open it from the inside. It was difficult to reach with her hand so she slammed the bottom of her heel into it to prop open the door and roll out to safety…or so she thought.

The sun was its highest in the desert plains, which is where Allyone found herself. Smack dab in the middle of absolutely nowhere. She looked around, shielding her eyes from the blaring sun above, in hopes to see some sign of life besides her own. Not far off down the road her eyes caught the silhouette of what appeared to be a small building. Without any thought to probably danger, she raced towards the building in hopes to find someone to get her out of this horrid place.

The sun beat down on her relentlessly as she bent down to catch her breath. “Talk about rotten luck..”, she thought to herself as she huffed and puffed her way back to her feet. Allyone wasn’t far from it now and as she came closer and closer she was able to make out that it was a small gas station. After a bit more huffing and puffing, Allyone finally found herself staring at the rundown shack of a place. There was a sign that had been broken off its support somehow that lay on the ground by her feet, unreadable due to the dirt the blanketed over it. She bent down and wiped it away with her hand to reveal the name of the station, “End of the World Gas”. She placed her hand on her forehead and sighed, “Of all the rotten luck, I get stuck in a place far from civilization.” Allyone grumbled a bit to herself as she jumped over the sign and walked towards the entrance of the station.

It was completely empty. There was no sign of life in the place whatsoever…and yet something seemed very peculiar. There was an old dusted jukebox that lay in the far corner in a small back room that seemed to be stuck on a song, repeating the phrase, “You are not alone.” She whipped out a pistol and silenced it for good, but just as she shut up the jukebox she heard something rustle outside behind the shack. She slid along the wall, inching closer to the back door whipping slowly back and forth in the wind, her hand reaching for her other pistol. She paused for a brief moment, waiting for any other unfamiliar noises, then abruptly jumped at the door, busting it off its remaining hinge and breaking it into the dirt, her arms stretched out to her sides as she looked in both directions wildly.
There wasn’t a soul in either direction. She flipped her guns back in their respective holsters and laughed, “My god, I am far too jum—“ Her face froze when she looked straight ahead. It was hard to make out, but she was certain it was coming straight for her. With a hand behind her back and one firmly at her side, Allyone stood firm, expecting the worse.

(OOC: I'll join using Kellas, my kitty robot :3)

It was hotter and sandier than usual, although Kellas wasn’t really aware of his surroundings. He was simply on the hunt for something relating to magic and had set himself on a bit of an autopilot to get around until something came up. A sudden flare of energy running through him shocked Kellas back into his artificial senses. Something paranormal was nearby, perhaps even magical. The small feline looked around, finally taking time to observe the surroundings. The robotic cat’s sensors indicated it was well over 100 degrees out and the winds were dead. Nothing but sand was noticeable as far as the eye could see.

The robot had given no thought on how he was to get back to civilization, but soon put the thought out of his mind for the moment. What was important was seeing if something Dr. Shnaps had a hand in was in the area. Kellas followed the faint call his sensors had given him and was led several miles through the desert. At the end was what appeared to be a small building. Shaking the ever increasing sand off of his fur, Kellas strolled slowly and calmly toward the mysterious place. As he continued down the path, he saw a small figure approaching the building from another angle and entering.

Seconds later the figure rushed out and looked around. Kellas’ sensors picked up nothing on the figure except that it was a somewhat short human female. From the way her arms were moving Kellas assumed she was armed and looking for trouble. Soon the human looked over in his direction. Kellas secretly hoped she hadn’t seen him, but he knew a black cat on white sand was quite hard to misplace. Slowly but surely the cat continued to approach despite the worried look on the woman’s face.

Kellas stopped slightly less than a hundred feet out of the building and began scanning it with his sensors, attempting to find the paranormal forces emitting from it. A cat shooting blue lasers out of its eyes was slightly too much for the poor woman to handle, and she yelled, “What are you!?” Kellas was too engrossed in the searching of the strange gas station to attempt and find anything.

Quite suddenly a round of gunfire shot past his head. He looked up to see the woman reloading. Kellas began walking toward her, stopping just shy of her feet and saying, “Hello,” as he began to transform.