September Event!

[Tyr Odinson]

Fall is coming!

This event should be easy and short- Simply take your character through a day of fall.

Whether its work, family time, just a simple walk in the woods, i want to see something indicating the changing of the seasons!

Requirements:

-Post must include the mentioning of fall or fall-like things 3 times.
-Post must be 600 words or more.
-Character must be taken throughout the entire day.

Rewards:

+2 exp
+$250

GO!

["Adam"]

Their world has changes

"Adam" noted as he "walked" through the closest thing he could get to a forest in southern California. Living near the equator, "Adam" was not accustomed to climate change. It was getting colder. That would have been fine in of itself if it was dry out, but it rained earlier that day. Cold Rain, or at least as close as you could get to rain in California. Thats where he was. California. He learned this but only a little while ago. He was slowly growing accustomed to their form of communication.

Meanwhile...

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In a research facility not too far away, during the same time period. This setting has set our "Researchers" at a table, discussing the subject. Mostly containing middle-aged to elderly psychologists, there at a seat not quite at the end, in no specific seat of any meaning, sat a bright aspiring Sociologist.

He seemed clean, happy, and positive enough on the outside, however, deep within you find a cynical cold calculating, and, without a better way of saying it, sociopath. This man hates the world. He hates the people in it. He hates the very being of existence. Studying human behavior so that he could perhaps find a brighter side to human existence yielded no positive results.

...

That IS, however, how it was until... Until they happened upon a "Missing link" to the equation. A being so pure, it has been untouched by societies dark and dirty hands. Here they were, discussing whether or not it would be ethical to allow this being to be destroyed by the very society that they have forced upon it. How cruel, how... Wrong... These people are playing God with the very thing that is perhaps closer to him than anyone in the room.

He knew that this creature should be saved from this foul demise. He was the researcher who discovered "Adam" to begin with, the one who has been watching over "Adam" since long before he spoke his first words. He knew and understood "Adam"s true nature without even having met him. Always behind the reflective windows, the unknown guardian. "Adam" never even saw him, and yet he has put such an impact on his life. Never once taking any of the credit, he stayed in the sidelines, guiding his researcher puppets in the way he wanted them to go. Now they were deciding whether or not to send other subjects in to protect their main stake in their research.

"If we were to do such a thing, we would be influencing his environment with our own hands, we would be tainting the research!"

"If we do not do anything, he will die! We never trained him for these sorts of things, we expected to be putting him in a normal Public high school. Sure, capital punishment and such, but who could have foreseen a Knight with a heavy lance to show up and start destroying the school and its students?!"

"We must not do anything rash, our main concern is the patients physical health. It's mental health is what our main research is on. Without a living subject, how will we obtain data?"

"It has been a fine summer, but now it is fall. Gentlemen, and Ladies, it is time for us to change seasons, and with it, our methods. We must find a suitable bodyguard for "Adam", while at the same time, keep closer tabs on him to make sure that his bodyguard is doing his job, and not putting a heavy influence on "Adam".

The room hushed in silence as Maxwell's voice penetrated the controlled chaos. Aside from the fact that he was the only one to mention the subject by its given name, murmurs of agreement and rejection to the idea arose. no voice was powerful enough to sway the researchers toward or against against Maxwell's ascertation. Then the head of the organization, an old balding man, by the name of Himmel J. Washington, finally spoke up.

"That sounds like a Splendid Idea, Maxwell. I believe that since you are the one who came up with the idea, you should be our 'Field Operative', so to speak. I will arrange the proper documents. You will be from here on out our 'Test Subject #2', a 17 year old version of yourself. You are a perfect choice for the job, since you are perhaps the only one among us who can pass for a high school student. We will acquire a suitable bodyguard for the subject in due time. Until then, why don't you introduce yourself to the lad?"

Things had went all according to plan. Maxwell had already talked this over with the Director several weeks back. All he needed was the perfect time to pitch the idea to the other researchers, and have the "Figurehead" do his thing, and fill in the blanks. They had already found a suitable bodyguard, and obtaining him should only take several weeks max. Now, he could be near "Adam", his "Child".

Back to the "Forest"...

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The trees didn't look suitable to climb, their leaves looking a sickly color. Why was there so much change? He had already changed culture, location, and all of the above several days ago... or was it a couple weeks ago? He had no sense of time. He wandered around the forest. This place was the only place he felt even remotely at home. He rounded a corner, and---

" 'Tis the last rose of Summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh!"

There, in front of him, was a man in a dressy but slightly casual outfit, holding a rose. Staring at "Adam" with a kind face. Something about the man, however, made "Adam" cautious. He did not like his smell.

"Ah, we finally meet, "Adam". You may not understand it, but I am not unlike you. In fact, I will be your new roommate!"

"Adam" could grasp what the man was saying, in fact, it seemed like the man was digesting the words before he said it, like he knew what words "Adam" had come in contact with, and understands to a degree. Something was not quite right with this man. Though, so far "Adam" had not had a reason to not trust normal people--- The ones not wearing the lab coats --- He decided that he would at least give the young man a chance to gain or lose his trust. Things were going to become interesting from here on out.

The sun was setting, and it was time to head off to his new "Home". Pondering over his new roommate, was for another time. Sleep took precedence over all, when it was time to sleep.

[Gilgamesh Magnius]

Gilgamesh woke up to a sudden yell from steelspike, he woke up and moved over to his hawk friend as he fed and watered him when he looked outside and saw that something was going on outside.

Gilgamesh opened the door to the balcony and noted the changing of the trees.

In the distance he could see the forest he loved change colors. To think that the forest could lose all the leaves soon. He smiled and closed the door and got all of his equipment together and went outside, take his jacket and putting it on he smiled and walked out of his building as he went outside he didn't bother going to school. He made his way to the path to the waterfall that was nearby and he walked with his hands in his pockets and noted the leaves.. Everything he could.

He sat by the waterfall and watched the water stream down, to think in one more season it would freeze..

Gilgamesh laughed and started to cry silently to himself.

Such a beautiful sight to see with no one to share it with. Gilgamesh got it and looked around and then up.

He watched some leaves fall and closed his eyes and smiled.

He started to laugh to himself just the feeling of the cool breeze and it all made him feel happy and... indestructible. He stopped and moved back towards the path as he was going to run into a few people walking down the path he would let them go by and would keep on walking out towards his exit and didn't stop he made it to the end when he decided to make his way to the school to see how it was holding up.

When he got there he was almost in surprised as he saw leaves on the ground and no one bothered to pick them up and he smiled.

Autumn was such a great season.. It was perfect.. Almost.

Gilgamesh had kept walking around the school and just looked around as he stopped and looked at his watch.

12 o'clock, Gil started to run towards the city and kept running, he didn't stop for anything until he got to the city and even that didn't stop him. Jumping, Gilgamesh took his speed and started to jump up a building and would land on top and looked into the distance.

The sun was in an almost perfect resting spot that Gilgamesh was going to wait.

He waited...

And waited...

AND waited...

He closed his eyes and started to Meditate and cleared his mind, but he could see himself.. A silhouette of him maybe. It was a perfect sunset that he had spent alone on a hill.

Gilgamesh opened his eyes.

He shook it off and looked towards the sun, it looked beautiful behind the large buildings that were created.

Gilgamesh smiled and started to laugh.

He was entertaining himself with a thought as he pulled out the Arch-Sword from it's sheath on his back and put it in air and watched it shine as the happened he would slash and think that something would happen.

----

Nothing at all.

The Arch-Sword had no special powers at all..

Gilgamesh sighed and looked up.

Put his sword away and looked down and around for something to do while the day was young.

Nothing much. It was fall.. A time to have less and less fun.

Gilgamesh moved to the other side and began to run to the other side, jumped off and landed on the building on the other side and jumped onto the ground and ran off while he still could towards his house and as he got there he looked around and then at the city.

"Let Autumn fall and create a new day for us all." He walked in and started to drink while watching a few movies.

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Fall

Though many back routes and ways to achieve such we all get their eventually through the current of time or even the simplicity of gravity. For Jaus it'd happened months ago around the same time of the riots on campus. While Spike Sudeki and his legions felled the warriors which held the class title, Jaus had to muster the strength to fight his own demons.

It was noon, September 4th or so it'd told him on the city wide clock that hung just downtown. The pessimistic feeling in the air that hung just before winter as everything fell. The leaves, the daylight and yes the lingering aspirations for summer to be just around the corner of another day.

Jaus spent the morning prepping in the gym, a simple application of his own manufactured weights along with those donated towards the schools' sports programs, though he never sought himself to be fit for a sport he rather suited himself to the masochistic appliance of self perseverance.

Breath.

The pounding strain in his head called as Jaus pushed up another bar, easily beating back two hundred pounds at the bar breaking a sweat to his brow. Even with his restrained power he was still a force to be reckoned with. Strength being his furthest recoiled prospect.

Breath.

The pounding tremor in his head. Veins pulling forward as a weight was applied over his crotch, gently so as if fabric and then the weight tenderly so. A woman's touch at his chest.

"...?"

"So you are boring after all." The boisterous giggling bursting his tremulous tremor in his skull, also preceding to turn all the heads in the gym. She had a way of doing that, "Alice" always the spunky type of girl to derange men's attention if but even for a moment.

"What is it now?"

Jaus pressed forth another time ignoring the fact that he'd be bringing the bar down on her hand though restraining himself from the simplicity of such and halting it inches from her touch, also pursuing in torturing himself further with the application of weight.

"Well there comes a time in each boy's life when he comes to accept something."

She'd tease on letting her hands trail on further in a slow and teasing fashion. Jaus could feel the heat intensify if not from her touch it was from the twenty odd hungry stares managed in his direction as the woman dressed in lavender dress played with her 'toy'.

"And that would be? Gah!" The exclamation forcing him upright and the bar to be carried with it dangling dangerously above her head as he sweated to pull the weight evenly. Her hand still trailed at the edge of his thigh unconcerned with the danger towards her person. A devious smile implied on her face as though she was entirely in control. Truth be told....she was.

* * * * *

Drenched in the labored sweat of a days hard work Jaus stood over a bed the parts neatly arranged in their specified places. As he was told to, though he didn't enjoy being treated as the mule for such organizations it was a necessity as she so finely put it.

"Val, As I said before the more you protest the worse it would be."

She'd smile from an adjacent bathroom doorway, her robe having fallen from her side to reveal the bare necessities. However unconcerned she was about this revile Jaus remained with his flank towards her sweat at his brow and focus at the wall.

"What am I really here for?"

A childish giggle escaping her as she leaned at his back, a small sigh letting her head retract into his shoulders noting her protest.

"You're no fun."

A slow pat of her feet as she crossed the room pulling free a draw which fell to the floor with a sudden crash, "Whoops" Another giggle as the parting gift was drawn from its place.

And then the crash of the door.

Absence of personage.

"Alice?"

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Word Count: 679

[David B.]

Fall
By Sabrina Ryans

Golden, orange and yellow leaves glimmer in the setting sun
this is one of the first signs that summertime is done
I can hear the soft rustling as they fall from the trees
soaring and gliding as they are blown through the breeze
masses of leaves form into one

plants are decaying,
lifeless and swaying
shadows are growing,
less light is showing
animals sleeping,
no sound or peeping

the whole world knows that fall has begun.

David marched, hands in his pockets, feet scraping through the narrow sidewalk which was covered in the varying colors of leaves, ushering in the signature of fall. He Shivered at the sudden cold that crept up his spine. The weather was warm, nearly eighty degrees, yet he couldn't help feeling quite so...cold. It was hard for him, in recent days. Not because anything particularly interesting or traumatizing had happened to him...but he guess that was half the issue. He generally had so much to occupy his time and thoughts, but in recent days, nothing was what he dealt with. It bored him. Back in the good old days- at mugen, point hope, and beyond, he always lived in the center of things. His life, it was how it went.

He continued on down the path, the autumn wind whipping around his coat and hair, dirt and sticks rumbling down the path. He reached the park, standing and staring out across the fields of clean, green grass. He shrugged his jacket a little higher on his shoulders as he stepped off the concrete and into the grass, heading for a bench overlooking the fountain. The seat was warm against his back, the breeze once again moving silently through his hair, causing his eyes to close in pleasure. It was a short time of reflection for him, and everything that had gone on to put him where he was today. So many battles, so many friendships won and lost. Scars crossed his body, and he couldn't imagine how much blood he had lost. And for what? For the peace and security of a school which seemed to look at him as an outcast. Many students hated him simply because he was a Dragon, an elitist.

He sat forward, elbows propped on his knees, staring down at his hands. A lot of good that title had gotten him. Nothing but other peoples envy and lust for power. He wanted to protect the school, and though he still did, in many ways he had failed himself. Broken his own personal laws. It was for this reason he called himself the Fallen Knight. He had not failed the school- he was always here for them, for the students. But he had rigorously failed himself. He rubbed a callus on his left hand, staring intently at the work-worn fingers. Not that he did much honest work. Most of it was combat-related at that god-forsaken school. He was so use to fighting there, that he nearly forgot the fact that he was in college. In his twenties. He shouldn't be playing these games with kids.

He came to his feet, looking down at the multi-colored leaves layered beneath him. Fall. The changing winds. When everything begins the cycle of death and rebirth again. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking over the buildings in the horizon, ignoring the wind now as the sun began to set on the day. What was to come of this school year? Students in constant warfare, Dragons on the fritz. It was something only time could tell. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, taking his first step forward. He needed to get to bed. School would come far too early, tomorrow.

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[Vespyr]

She had only been awake for two hours, but a lot had been done in that time by means of preparation. Her hands had been washed, covered in blood, and then washed again. And now she waited.

There was a breeze flowing through the parking garage; it drifted in from the East, carrying the stench of the city’s decay and beneath that, faint traces of the sycamore trees that birthed a new groundcover, sheltering the summer grass from the coming autumn’s chill with a blanket of dead leaves. The sun had begun to disintegrate beyond the horizon, flushing the sky with its parting gift of brilliant red hues that faded to varying gradients along with the light. The draft in the garage grew darker in temperature and richer in scent, and Vespyr inhaled deeply with longing for those earthy undertones that reassured her that the summer and its stark heat and cutting brightness was on its way out, making way for the fall. Her eyes glinted calmly, reflecting the radiant atmosphere at which she gazed. Her back was to the wall directly between the entrance of the structure, which was to her left, and the low wall to her right that allowed for a panoramic eastward view. Her arms were comfortably crossed as she watched the sun setting patiently, taking its time, in no hurry to reach the other end of the earth; it was always chasing the horizon somewhere, always sinking further until east became west again. There was no need for haste when the cycle was never-ending.

Vespyr turned to her left, alerted by the ominous sound of a car door slamming in the distance. She closed her eyes, picturing the high-shouldered man pulling taut his black leather gloves and twirling his swordstick as he walked away from the car. The hard soles of his polished shoes clicked eerily as he descended the winding staircase, swordstick tucked beneath his arm, running a gloved hand through his slick, straw-coloured hair. As he emerged onto the twilit pathway, his red eyes would dart suspiciously from his left to his right, and then settle on the mangled chain link fence across the walkway that had long-since ceased to block the gaping entrance of the second parking structure.

Vespyr opened her eyes after the footsteps stopped, her amethyst gaze settling on something long and gnarled that dangled from the ceiling, blood still dripping from it profusely, about ten feet from where she was. The footsteps, having started again, approached quickly, followed by the metallic rattling of the broken fence. A tall, lanky figure entered the garage to Vespyr’s left and stopped in his tracks upon seeing the enormous puddle of blood on the floor.

“You wanted proof…”

The man whirled around, startled by Vespyr’s sudden appearance behind him. The swordstick was halfway drawn before his senses got the better of him, reminding him that he had agreed to meet her here. His blood-coloured eyes were fixed intensely on the girl as he sheathed the weapon and regained his composure. Then, turning his head slightly toward the puddle of blood, his gaze flitted to it curiously. He glanced back to Vespyr, who hadn’t moved but stood with a placid visage—except for her eyes, which burned vehemently in a manner that the man could recognize. He turned back to the puddle and stepped slowly toward it, circling the spectacle with his eyes cast upward in slight amazement. There was a disemboweled body hanging from the ceiling. Whether it was a man or a woman was indiscernible; Vespyr had neatly removed the entire front half of the body, all the way from its face to its groin. The organs dangled delicately from the carved-out abdomen, an intricate web of viscera suspended in midair for the gentleman to examine. Blood dripped from everything; the draped intestines, the mirrored kidneys, even the tongue that unfurled from the hollowed-out throat.

Beneath the spectacle, Vespyr’s guest marveled at the effort she must have taken create such a work of art.

“How long did this take you?”

Vespyr tilted her head in consideration, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“About an hour, more or less.”

“It’s magnificent.”

“Thank you.”

As he circled the sanguinary specimen one last time, his swordstick held in both hands behind his back, his gaze moved back to Vespyr. Thin lips parted to reveal his perfect teeth. Vespyr could see that the sly grin was worn rather conspicuously, and she acknowledged it with a knowing smirk.

“I am Gilbert Pike. Pleased to make your acquaintance, miss…?” said Gilbert as he bowed slightly, extending a hand to her with the other grasping the swordstick neatly at his back. Vespyr offered hers and eyed him suspiciously as his lips grazed it with more conniving flattery than genuine chivalry. He was a good actor, she admitted; but his eyes gave him away. As he looked up at her, his eyes the colour of dried blood, she could see what lay beneath his amiable persona. He did not trust her. He did not like her. He was not intimidated by her. What he hid behind his mask of a gentleman was a vile and vitiated monster, clicking his crooked claws together, plotting. His Treachery waited for a name.

“Vespyr.”

She eyed him thoughtfully for a moment as he straightened up and pulled his gloves taut.

“Why did you come here?”

Concise & unexpected. Gilbert was cornered. His face was blank with confusion as he searched for an answer.

“Pardon?”

“You heard. Why did you choose to come here? I could easily have been lying; this could have been a trap, and it still might be. Yet you came here willingly, and with confidence.”

When Gilbert realized she was serious, his face changed. The grin disappeared and his eyes, without narrowing, seemed to darken. Every feature of his face seemed sharper, more hostile.

“You think me a fool? Of course I expected that you would lie to me, that the police would be waiting inside, or you would, or any number of things to go wrong. The reason I decided to test those possibilities, however, I can accredit to nothing more than intuition.”

He leaned in, his bony shoulders framing his face. Vespyr refused to flinch away, matching his glare with a vehemence that made the man’s skin crawl suddenly.

“I’ve always been inclined to follow my… gut instincts,” He said, enunciating the last two words with a vile tone, a wicked smile returning to his lips. “But that in no way means that I trust you, little girl. Not yet. But that is not to say, however, that you cannot earn my trust.”

“There’s no need. I’m not aiming to please you, Gilbert. That’s not why you’re here.”

“Then why am I here?”

“Simply because I wanted you to be here.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“The same reason any two people associate with each other. Common interests.”

And thus Gilbert was silent. He straightened his posture, narrowing his eyes at the girl, his smile fading. He was not ready to open up to this girl—not yet.

“Indeed.” Was the only thing he uttered in response as he tucked the swordstick under his arm, his crimson eyes never leaving her. He took a step backward and then turned, walking toward the exit, his high shoulders hunched. Halfway there, he stopped, turned again, and asked: “If, in the future, I wish to see you—how can I reach you?”

“You can’t. If I want to be reached, I’ll be the one to make it happen.”

The man’s glare was a cold one, but nevertheless, he withdrew a pen from his pocket and etched a phone number onto the wall. Then he recapped the pen, pushed the broken fence aside, and disappeared into the descending night. All that remained of him was the clicking of his shoes and the eventual slam of the car door and roar of the engine that eventually faded into the distance. Vespyr was alone in the parking garage, her eyes fixed coldly on the dying sunset. Her mood had changed drastically. A dark grin had spread across her pale cheeks. She walked to the low wall that gave view of the East, as many thoughts running through her mind as there were twinkling lights from the city below. A crisp breeze played with her hair as she gazed onward pensively.

Another summer was ending… At this time last year, Vespyr’s life took a drastic turn. For the better or for worse, she still had yet to decide. As her life began to change, it did so rapidly. It was taking shape like a piece of cracked clay molded until it was pliable again; she saw a purpose and a use in everything now—especially in people. As she had begun to learn… they could be used. It had taken being used to realize that, but she didn’t regret a thing. At this time last summer, she still held on tightly to things; her past, regrets, her hatred—she retained everything, and like a tree with dead leaves, she was smothered. It was a waste. It had been a long year learning, and it was coming to an end. She could feel the drawing near of something new, as crisp and clear as the autumn winds that chilled her to the bone. [/blockquote]

Blargh. 1,564 words, and i totally failed the prompt. But i'm okay with that, i had fun writing it xD[/size]

[Jayr Byrne]

Fall Orientation

Simple really, the orientation of work at a library, between courses at school and all the regular associations of her after school activities her schedule was relatively clear. At least by comparison of her schedule at 774. So assorted towards being Captain, setting up miscellaneous clubs, sports and participating in all of them as well. She was a formidable foe now when it came to a busy day. A small giggle as she thought of students fighting over their track records as far as accomplishments as opposed to beating the living snot out of one another. The presence of which amused her greatly.

"Alright so now we're going to break off into groups, Group one will be taking part in the Library's temporary staff for the next twelve hours, team two will coordinate a switch after that." The stern faced librarian would make it a point to give as much threatening eye contact to each individual part by part as she went. "Then we shall see whose prepped for the real thing."

Jayr smiled as her pen scrawled across the pink padded notepaper. Taking notes for an internship here had been a usual activity, always she'd appear to be the teacher's most focused student and probably a lot of her competition's bane.

"Team one takes shift now, get on it."

* * * *

Four hours in.

Jayr was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation, having been up since five this morning going on past the regular and healthy nine hours of sleep was pressing for her. Tempted to find a teammate to cover for her as she went and dozed off in the back for a few minutes but then again why would they help, everyone here was competition.

"Hey Jayr," Her head whipped up suddenly catching the boy slowly trotting towards her, "Jayr thats your name right?" He'd say with a bit of nervous energy given off in his speech.

"I looked up didn't I?" Quick wit with a smile, "Yeah but you're in a library where all of four people are sitting around battling off sleep." He'd say with a small snicker before settling back to a cold composed stance.

"Alright so I was wondering, where could I find Shakespearian literature, been trying to help this guy for a few minutes now and it's not where its supposed to be." He'd say entirely composed without shortness of breath.

Of course this was Jayr's specialty, and the fact that her competition was struggling simply meant that she got brownie points. A bright smile jumped its way past her sleep ridden face and now was consumed with purpose. But of course not with the intention of rubbing the sentiment in. "yea I think I can help you out."

With a simple pace Jayr would pass him and head towards the man, a burly beard and some missing teeth, definitely not the type you'd imagine to be reading Shakespeare. Though he'd follow as would the other boy taking towards her flank and she felt that same sense of pride that she'd earned at 774. A role of Leadership.

"And here we are, which book did you have in mind sir?"

"Midsummers Night Dream sounded nice enough." He'd say with a raggedy expression, the thought that perhaps he was on death's doorstep crossed her mind for a short instance before dismissing the grim fate. "Alright thats...."

Craning her head upwards Jayr caught sight of it, towering over her head just out of reach. "There...."

"I'll get it." Her competition would state optimistically pacing over to grasp a chair only to be beaten to it by Jayr's nimble features. "Nope, I'm all over this one." A perky smile and a graceful motion and Jayr would be at the top her hand around the spine.

And then suddenly she'd fall.

To Be Continued in an actual Thread

[Vetis]

September was certainly a lot different in California than it was in New York. All though he could only assume the temperture had dropped since he saw more and more people sporting typical autumn attire it didnt feel that way to him. While men and women walked around in their jeans and sweat shirts he was still wearing shorts and t-shirts sticking out like a tourist. However they didnt know what real cold was.... not like those snowy empty night in the uncaring void of New York where 552 was located. But he really didnt know anything about Earthquakes and the ritzy upclass areas where Hollywood frolicked.

Part of him missed the turning of the leaves from a healthy green to a deathly tone of Red, Orange, and Brown. The decay of life was a comfort to him in so many ways. One thing remained universal though.... It was still football season. Not having much else to do and not wanting to bother his room mate with drinking and sports he made his way to a local dive bar to enjoy some Sunday football, cheap boos...., and chicken wings. What more could a man want?

As he hunted for a bar not really knowing where things were located just yet, he had passed many a store ready to dress him like the devil he was. Halloween was nearly upon all and the candy sales were flooding. Perhaps he would get a costume something that could manifest how he saw himself on the inside as oppose to what poor bastards saw before he would strike.

He still had a good four hours before the game and his team wasnt playing so if he were to get to a bar after it started then well... fuck it. However as a man it was against his code to walk into a store without any sort of aim. No he needed to think of what it was that he was going to portray and to make it come true if only for a night. At first he was picturing himself a demon of sorts, then an axe murderer, and finally some sort of soldier. None of these won out in the end though.

In the end fanboyism won out. Being and avid Street Fighter fan he decided to become for if only a night, Vega. Yes the narcissm hidden behind a deceptively creepy mask. His hair was easily long enough to copy the style. Then the Cou De Gras his claw. It was simply epic. Deadly and awe inspriring all at the same time. Yes this would be what he would embody for a night.

Finding a quality mask took longer than he had thought but being in the same state as Hollywood did have its perks. Theater was just as common here as New York so with a little searching he cound a suitable wooden mask with a white porclin finish on the outside. A bit of paint was all it required and he could do this at home. The claw however was a bit more of a problem. Well it would have been had Vetis not been finely walking the border of sane and insane. A trip to the hunting store provided him with a sturdy Glove and three fishhooks. A Bit of modification to both would easily result in a desired result of real all though subpar quality. He would have to really work at it to make it work as Vega. If he were to portray this person he couldnt really have anything ugly now could he?

Eventually he made his way to the bar and partook in wings and beer while the Broncos were owned. He had missed the first game of the day but made it for half time during the second. After much drinking for the remainder of the game he awoke at him with not a clue how he got there and a lot less money. It was also mid day monday. Hangovers suck.

Word Count: 668
(FYI I hate Vega, Cammy & Ibuki FTW)

[Donovan Green]

Donovan hated fall. It was always full of stuff he was not interested in…so waking up to notice the extreme differences was getting very annoying for the boy… He wished it was summer and would stay summer… winter too… he didn’t mind winter… spring smelled like ass… so he wouldn’t mind skipping that either…

What kind of things were there? Well… school starting…which was lame… different system in America than in Australia that is for sure… Another was it being football season…. He wasn’t much into that kind of sports ‘cause he was a relatively flamboyant heterosexual… so why would he notice something like football season? Well it plagued every TV out in the world even his own. He did not care who was playing who and what was being scored! But what ever.. another was climate change… it went from blistering hot to almost blistering hot but not so much. Only people who lived in the area could tell the difference of how it was getting colder. If some Canuck or someone of the sort came for a vacay they would bask in the sun’s glory with shorts on all the while all the Californians were wearing their coats… not to mention bitching about how “chilly” it was. He noticed this because he was about the streets now… and he too.. Was one of the many people who didn’t like the sudden change of temperature.

He had taken a walk to ignore all the stupid TV adds for football and junk… he wanted to go shopping!!!!

So here he was in a store when he saw Halloween candy being put on display or those weird horns that held shit like squash and mini pumpkins that you use as a tacky center piece for a turkey dinner. He was getting a little annoyed now… He wasn’t much into festivities… and totally decided he was against fall… fall had thanksgiving and what he was thankful in his life was scarce. It was just a friendly reminder saying “Hey! Remember how your family never came together not even for this one day just to enjoy each others company and share a turkey dinner?!” yeah… not exactly fun.

He then would huff a little before buying himself a small turkey…. He couldn’t afford a large turkey, but it was better than nothing… so with that he would invite Alexis to bring Olivia to his place and he would offer to make them dinner… of course he wouldn’t dream of feeding Olivia meat… but it was the thought that counted… It wasn’t thanksgiving yet… but he wanted just to have a day set with JUST them to make up for the nothing they had in their lives.

So he asked them over and all day he would try cooking stuff like mashed potatoes and stuffing….in the end it all turned out well… well meaning it looked like shit but considering her was a teenage boy with no cooking skill…it was well… His sister came over.. Olivia didn’t appreciate it like she would have before the whole mishap… but Alexis and Donnie got the most of it… the dinner would last well into the night while the two reminisced about the good times they had as children (or what little they had) as Olivia sat quietly putting puzzles together…. They even got the girl to read some small books aloud to them as they helped her sound out the “difficult” words. Donnie was with the two people that meant most to him in an innocent night alone…

Fall seemed to be going well so far…. All considering…

(Word count: 602 LAWLS it's quite obvious I struggled with this one...would be easier if I lived in a seemingly seasonless part of the world!!)

[Katsuri Katashi]

Fall. Such a calming time of year.. the oncoming of decay was such a fun one to experience first hand. The best part, however, was just over a full month away, something that he took in great pride.

When one did not sleep much, the morning was a trivial event, a small cup of coffee, drained of its contents entirely, washed, and set back in its place. This was all he needed to shake whatever sleep lingered from his eyes, and what followed was a gathering of items that would aid him throughout the day, be it a freedom from the monotony that seemed to plague each rendition of the previous in today, or to quell complaints later in the day of a growling rumbling gut.

Buds placed in their rightful place, the dial twirled about, that white piece of plastic began its job in full speed, blaring the sounds of "Scouting for Girls - Famous" right into those sensitive drums driving sounds into electricity to the brain.

"Mm.." Today was going to be a good day. A bottle of schnapps grabbed from the fridge, twirled about in the fingers of free hand, just as that iPod disappeared into the darkness of one of his pockets, cord running and entwining itself up through that button-up shirt all the way to those ears.

Bottle set out on the counter, he'd pull on pants, stuff shirt in where it belonged, and belt himself up. Shoes thrown on in the same quick fashion, tie following, he'd be out of the door, a cigarette in his lips, and that bottle of booze in tow still being twirled about like a baton.

There was a sharp intake of air, the cherry at the tip of that cig slowly eating away a bit more of paper and tobacco as his lungs filled with that chilled morning mist and a nice puff of smoke. Quick exhale had rings floating out into the rising sun. The leaves, even despite not a one falling, had already begun their change, Fall leaving its touch wherever one looked.

Hand spinning that bottle let go, letting it float into the air just so he could snap and grab the neck. Digits wrapping about that ridge covered black lid, it was quickly twisted off, held after, so that a nice large swig could be taken and the thing could be replaced. Given his size, the bottle disappearing into his unused pocket should not have been a surprise.

That hand rolled cigarette as removed from his lips to shake off a bit of ash before it was placed back and he walked off in the direction of the park. Seemed today he was not going to lurk around property that could potentially get him arrested.

The sun was just barely peeking through the trees by time he reached his destination, that iPod shuffling through the thousands of mp3's on it, picking a few different songs, all of them having a certain appeal, generally in the form of a decent beat. Everything from the well known artists of the day to 8bit tracks from a bygone era.

It was with these tunes in his ears that he chose a tree, one of the least affected by Falls ravaging grip, and settled himself down, bottle removed in the process and set into the dirt. He dropped to the ground, a nice smooth clean patch of grass under his folded knees and that head settled into the bark behind.

The final drag of his second cigarette taken, he'd flick what little was left off into the dew covered expanse infront of him, watching as the remnants of a cherry burned for just a little longer before it flickered out of existence. He did not light another. Rather. Opened his bottle and began to move his head slowly to the rhythm invading the personal space of his skull. The flow of singing alcohol and a sharp tart taste seemed to go down a lot easier with his eyes closed, but they did not open after either.

He must have sat there. Under that tree. Peaceful as can be, his iPod flipping through song after song until finally silence took over and dragged him back from his own little world in the park. A day wasted. Gaze flitting around from space to space he could see that the sun had already gone down and nothing but those long green lamps illuminated his sight. "Mm.. music always turns into its own world." A glance down to his pocket, where he knew the lifeless mp3 player lay, needing to be recharged once more before he could use it.

Seemed tonight was going to produce a quiet walk home..

[Tyr Odinson]

Event is closed.

Awards will be distributed as follows:

"Adam": Full reward
Katsuri: Full reward
Gilgamesh: Full reward
Jaus: Full reward
Vespyr: Because you wrote an assload, but didn't quite finish the requirments, i'm going to give you some credit. +2 exp, + $100
David: Full reward
Jayr: Full reward- Item Unlocked rather then +2 exp and cash
Vetis: Full reward
Donovan: Full reward

If anyone wants to trade in EXP and cash for an unlocked item, PM me.

Event officially over.

[Tyr Odinson]

Money Distributed.