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Post by The New Student Dean on Oct 13, 2010 20:52:16 GMT -8
"...Don't I?" DISCLAIMER:By participating... -Your character may be god-modded by the mods to some degree (2nd Person Moderator Participation). -"Damage" to a character and the extent and detail of what may occur to a character is up to you. -It is up to you to determine what is dream and what is reality for your character. -The following IS canon and will be a potential building block for future quests. - You may NOT participate unless you have individually contacted me via MSN, PM, Skype, or unless you're fine with something random being thrown your way. It is in your best interests to talk with me so that your character may be more individually catered to.
M.E.Q. Details:- This is a Monthly Event Quest and thus will be slightly different.
- All posts must be sealed in
[spoiler][/spoiler] to receive full credit.
- For fun, do NOT reveal/click/share the contents of your post, attempt to look up any of the following, etc. with anyone until the M.E.Q. is completed. While this is nigh impossible to enforce, obviously you will not be docked... but let's try to get into the spirit of Halloween, shall we?
- Completion/Success/Failure is up to you and ejection from the thread may occur. This will not reflect poorly on you or your rewards but will help to strengthen the background of the storyline.
- I will be going through every round with a list of names of all participants in 2nd Person. You yourself are not required to change your RPing style.
- It is possible to join late, but to also be subject to less rounds.
- There is no post order.
- Double-posting is NOT allowed.
- After you have posted and sealed your post in "Spoiler" coding, wait for the next round for further directions to post ("next round" is after I post again).
Rewards:UNKNOWN
Let's Begin Your character is falling asleep, asleep, or getting ready to sleep. Regardless, by the end of your post, your character shall be asleep. |
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Post by Vetis on Oct 13, 2010 21:37:29 GMT -8
It had been a long week, and an even longer month. Typically the night owl and more recently the clubber Vetis was pretty beat for it only being about 8 P.M. He popped 3 ambiens and got ready for bed. Normally one should do ya but when you take those and stay awake on them it is the equivalent of being on a bad trip. You feel like your dreaming whilst you are wide awake. The downside to taking three is even though they should knock him out if they did not then he would be on said bad trip for about 12-16 hours or until he really did pass out from exhaustion. Either way the Tsubame wasnt home to help him if he wigged out so heres to hoping. Vetis got under the covers and passed out. |
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 13, 2010 21:48:32 GMT -8
Her eyes were closed, but her mind was open. It flowed out from her skull and filled the dark room, expanding like the night sky with all her thoughts like stars, unfathomably distant from each other yet interconnected by invisible lines that drew pictures and stories about her life within the darkness. Things that only she knew. Things she could not explain. Things that made her chest feel heavy under their immense weight. All the things that swam in the silence, flowing in and out of her as did her consciousness. It was always the same. When her world had gone quiet and she could hear herself think, it was such an oppressive tide that she almost could not sleep at times. Only when exhaustion overwhelmed her did she escape the conscious crashing of the waves, but even in the realm of sleep she was not free from them.
The girl’s breathing had become nearly inaudible. Her eyes were closed and slowly, the gate to her mind was closing too, all those starry thoughts rushing in to join her on the other side. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Oct 13, 2010 21:55:44 GMT -8
A clock. The only thing illuminated in the big mans apartment, not that there was much to light up in the first place. Lounged out on an over sized bed, one that took up most of the meager apartment, albeit, in better condition then the previous one for the sake of argument. His eyes were currently glue to the wall, such a faint shade of blue as he waited on sleep.. He dreaded sleep, mostly because his mind wandered when he was asleep, something he had not had the pleasant acquiring of a skill to control.
Instead. Night terrors. So delicious.. he was generally in more danger as he slept then he was awake, but often, it was just darkness, with the sounds of his past coming back and screaming in his head, waking him. There was something that dulled it though, and that was largely the reason why his vision could not pick out a single spot on the wall to focus on. Far too blurred, and shakey. The amount of alcohol coursing its way through his liver enough to kill a full grown bear.. he was shit faced, as he generally was at this hour.. so late. The time flickering by.. and yet it seemed, with a quick snort, a bit of a cough, and the close of those lids to try and clear his vision.
It crept up on him. He was out like a light, those lids so softly fallen as he drifted out into the deep divide that separated the real world form that of deep sleep.. although, it was only deep because of his inebriation mind you.. it'd be another fourty-five or so before he was literally in that deep deep sleep... |
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Jayr Byrne
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Oct 13, 2010 22:02:57 GMT -8
Heavy Tide of Sleep The day had been a long and eventful day, the necessary conflict it would seem of never ending scuffles between one person or another. The question still ringing in her mind as Jayr moved the covers about with a slight gesture of her hand was; "How can I make this better?"
As out of character it would seem she was a creationist, believing to the full extent that there was something she could do laboriously to turn things around and change them for the better. It just seemed so difficult when students blatantly made themselves subject to their own persecutions.
Regardless of it all Jayr slipped under the covers of her frilly sheets, tucked her head into the cyan colored pillow and drifted off to another world, perhaps one with all her dreams, perhaps one where problems weren't occurring. Then again even Utopia had its flaws. |
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Why am I here? Might as well make the most of it.[A1i:5]
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Post by "Adam" on Oct 13, 2010 22:07:06 GMT -8
It was a long day. So much fights, they all made Kang's insides burn with excitement. The people on the west coast were a lot more fun to fight with than those on the east coast, who resorted to firearms 90 percent of the time. However, fighting fist with fist was much more tiring than fighting a man with a gun, surprisingly enough. Kang decided to skip out on class lessons and such for the rest of the day, or what was left of it, and head home. By the time he got there, it was empty. Oh, right. His sister was at her elementary school, no wonder it was quiet, everyone was out. The peace and quiet just made it simpler to sleep. Kang went upstairs, and into his room. Well, it was also "Adam"s room, they shared it. He didn't have to worry about bothering or being bothered by "Adam" just yet, and decided to take the chance to catch up on sleep. The bed felt softer than it had, the blankets lighter, his eyelids heavier, than ever before. He had no trouble getting comfortable, and before he knew it----. He was deep asleep. |
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 14, 2010 0:46:16 GMT -8
Tsubame yawned as she walked towards her bed. She had had a long day and it was good to be able to finally get some peaceful sleep. The young priestess sighed contently as she fell onto the soft bed her silk robes rustling. It was not long before she was asleep. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2010 1:59:52 GMT -8
"YYAAAAARGGGH!"
Kiyoshi let out a large yawn as he stretched out his arms after rising from the futon couch in the 'living room' of his studio apartment. One in the morning and it was about time to kick off for the night. He turned off the TV and lights before draining the lizard in the bathroom of his relatively small home. Wash hands, wash face, brush teeth, and good to go... he had his way back around past the divider that separate his bedroom from the rest of the apartment.
With a heavy sigh, Kiyoshi shut the blinds and slumped down on the bedroll. It had been a long first few weeks and it was only going to get longer. More fights meant more injuries... even most of the ones he had from years ago hurt in horrific weather. He thought to himself... slowly dozing off as he did... |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 14, 2010 8:21:12 GMT -8
*CHIKACK* The sound of a door closing could be heard as Kazuya closed the bathroom door behind him. Passing by Kyoko's room, he could see the light in her room was still on, as he entered his own room and closed the door quietly behind him, stifling a yawn unsuccessfully as he scratched the back of his head, the bandages wrapped around his arms still on, though loosely wrapped currently. It had been a long day, and he was exhausted from training. He barely even made it to his bed as he collapsed on his bed, still wearing his training clothes which were, admittedly, quite comfortable, even for sleeping in. Before Kazuya even knew it, he had fallen asleep. |
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Post by lockhart on Oct 17, 2010 10:04:35 GMT -8
It had been nearly three days since Percy had even gotten a wink of sleep, and it was truly starting to take its toll on what little life he actually led. He had been hallucinating more and more, which had given him a number of panic attacks at school and at work though he would never admit it to the people around him. Even if they pushed further, telling him that they were only there to help, he would say he was fine and that they shouldn't be worrying about people that actually deserved it. He didn't know if it was some sort of withdrawal from not taking on any contracts, or just his mind playing tricks on him and trying to get him to feel even more guilty for his past deeds than he already did, but he was really starting to lose his mind because of it.
At least he was in the safety of his own apartment now, the paint brush he held in his hand slowly gliding over the canvas as he worked on his newest little masterpiece. He already know what he was going to call it, "Day Terrors", and it was truly starting to live up to its name. A variety of dark and gloomy colors, mainly black, dark red, navy blue and brown, came together to paint a picture of torment and death. Those without an eye for art would see it as nothing more than random splotches and swipes of a paint brush, and maybe that's all that they were, but in Percy's current mindset it was an ever changing scene of darkness. He had to stop and close his eyes at times, shaking his head as the painting would morph into deformed and mutilated bodies, disembodied screams accompanying them and calling out his name.
His fingers would go numb, causing him to drop his paint brush as he opened his eyes. His vision had grew blurry, everything he could see seemed to be shaking before he collapsed onto the floor next to his painting. He couldn't help but stare at it, at the terrible images that his mind was perceiving from the paints, and as his mind faded to sleep the images seemed to escape the painting, following him into the dark abyss of his dreams. What this meant or where this would lead was unknown to Percy, but for now he was glad to finally be able to say goodnight to the messed up reality he had been living. |
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Post by Jay Hughes on Oct 18, 2010 2:02:49 GMT -8
It was late... he had waited for his sister to sleep before heading off himself. Why simply so he could see her before he closed his eyes. His eyes were heavy, he had a simple smile on his face pleased with the what the day had brought him. He turned from his sisters room and headed towards his own, his slippers shuffling along the carpeted floor. He slid gently into the room, closing the door behind him and stripping himself in to his underwear for bed.
He peeled the sheets and lay, his body slowly being enveloped in the warmth of the bed with its electric blanket turned on. So comfy. His eyes were fluttering as he placed his glasses on the bedside table. He was almost out, he placed his head on the pillow, and with out a second thought he was fast asleep the last image of his sister smiling over him.
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 18, 2010 3:33:15 GMT -8
Something isn't right.
Veyugan set foot out onto the crumbling road, traversing a route he knew all too well. The road was dark from the twilight and wet from the rain that had just coated the city. However, the white orbs were not seeing the cool blue hue radiating off of the pavement. His eyes saw the sunlight reflecting off of the pools of liquid. This liquid wasn't blue. This liquid wasn't water. The liquid was red. The liquid was blood.
His vision flickered for a moment, and there he was. Feet glued to the concrete road, his eyes bore down upon a man he had just hacked into pieces with his machete. It was gruesome. An arm lay upon the ground, cleanly severed from the mans body. Blood pooled around his feet, but the Czech couldn't move them. Terror petrified him. This scene, this memory ... It lay dormant in his mind, a memory he wished to never replay. Although his feet were immobile, his eyes were not. Despite the fact that he couldn't see them, Veyugan knew his old friends Novak and Krocka were off in the distance, holding their own against the police that beat down on them in the riot.
A realization then came to him. Novak and Krocka died in that riot, all those years ago. Just as Veyugan decided he was going to go looking for them, he was honestly just counting down the seconds. It had happened before and if it played out as it has...
~ZAP~
Veyugan sprung awake, instinctively reaching toward his back in a futile attempt to push the stun gun away. White orbs scanned the room. A dream? Indeed - Veyugan was now sitting up in the hotel bed, staring at the clock that flashed 4:15 a.m. An audible groan left his body as his head crashed into the soft pillow, his eyelids enveloping his sight and mind in darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2010 7:16:20 GMT -8
I'm Asleep! Said Jaus forcing himself to roll over again as the night terrors grew progressively worse, preventing him from legitimately getting to bed at a reasonable hour. Stressed to a point beyond imagine yet all the same living a life so relatively care-free. These dreams boggled him to no ends. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 18, 2010 19:20:58 GMT -8
Yawning lightly she turned over in her bed. The cotton sheets felt so good, and for some reason her bed was so magical as to be the most comfortable thing in the world right now. She has probably slept all day. Clutching the pillow tighter to her she popped her lips a bit before rolling her eyes closed again and snuggling back into the comfort of the sheets. Her long hair fanned out behind her, and thus caused her a minute of irritation when he became uncomfortable to lay on. Quickly she sat up and braided it. Her eyes closing in sleep she with drew her sword from its post at her bed side and sliced it off. Smiling at her now short hair she tossed the hair to the ground and grumpily turned back over, satisfied, into her sheets. As she closed her eyes she gazed at the silver band on her finger and nodded off to sleep mumbling something in-coherently about food.
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Post by Mr. Winklewood on Oct 18, 2010 20:38:17 GMT -8
And So... Having jacked himself off to sleep, Mr. Winklewood felt himself slosh off into dream land... in a large pool of his own semen, his diddly-doo-dah wrapped around him snuggly. |
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