Brad White
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Post by Brad White on Oct 22, 2010 14:36:16 GMT -8
The day was drawing to a close but still Brad tried to stay awake. Sitting at his desk in his bedroom, paper covered the desk and he tapped his pen on a page repeatedly. He been here for about a hour but he was just so sleepy that no lyrics came to mind. He need some inspiration but no matter where he looked none came. wiping his tired eye and yawning loudly, Brad placed his head down on a paper pile pillow just for a moment, and dropped off to sleep instantly. |
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 22, 2010 21:41:56 GMT -8
Bastille got up. Her eyes drooping a bit. Thanks a lot stomach...well now this was interesting. Waking up, waking up again. She had no reason to fear this fog yet, but seriously....if this turned out to be a zombie apocalypse- she was going to be rather pissed off. Waking up, she walked to her closet and pulled out her outfit. Within minutes she was dressed and stuffing guns and other various weapon on her person. Might as well be prepared. Grabbing her sword she opened the door and went to get a burger.
Out in the open she was wandering around. She had had dreams like this before..., So this was how it was going to be.
"Damnit....I quite smoking ages ago....where the hell is the burger joint around here?"
Walking down the street she continued on pouting a bit.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Oct 22, 2010 22:05:45 GMT -8
Time To Begin VETIS Pain. Anything that gives a sound, you realize is...
Is...
As you make your way back to the house...
...The house...
You find that the silence was... beautiful. If only it would last.
It can.
It can.
In all your walking, you find yourself again in Tsubame's room. She's there, sleeping.
Beautiful. Sleep.
She's breathing as she sleeps.
You feel compelled to...
Kill her.
Quietly.
She won't wake up.
She's noisy.
Kill her.
Quietly. VESPYR You feel compelled to turn around.
Go to the city.
You feel compelled.
You're not a masochist, are you?
No?
No?
Yes?
Yes?
You might die.
It'd be a great death. A masochist's death.
If you feel compelled enough...
The city.
Go.
You're looking for any mental institution.
...Or halfway house.
You're looking for something.
Something.
Something. KATSURI KATASHI Following the fog is good.
Yes.
Good.
Your humming wants to die.
You should stop.
You might die.
Go to the city.
The city.
Go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to.
Any.
Enter it.
When you reach the front desk, you feel like you should ask the worker behind the desk for someone who calls himself "The Holder of Void."
Do it. JAYR BYRNE You begin to realize something with horror.
Oh crap! You're late for work!
You're late.
...
No you're not.
But should you give into this urge, you might find yourself... having run some distance into the city. On foot.
Foot.
Maybe you've found yourself in front of a particular building. Regardless, you should probably leave.
Yes, leave.
You feel compelled.
Compelled.
...Compelled to find any mental institution of halfway house you can get yourself to, regardless of where you are.
Will you heed it?
Or will you attempt to escape? KANG GRIMES It's good to wake up.
Great to be awake.
Better that you're outside, walking.
Yes, walking.
Walking in the fog.
Somehow, you feel that you need to at least acknowledge this. Your sister, after all...
...Is your sister in the city?
You feel compelled.
...In the prision?
Do those b***ards have her again?
You're filled with a sense of dread. Or perhaps you're fighting against it.
Will you obey the heed? Will you go to the nearest prison? TSUBAME HIROTAKI You're waiting for a train.
A train.
Haha... "Well, aren't you poorly equipped?"Poorly equipped.
You didn't notice him before. This fellow, this... creature. But he sits there, staring at you with a body that obviously isn't his own.
His own. "I appear to have miscalculated when I sent for you." Sent for you."The ZEAL you seek is still out of reach. So is the HONOR." HONOR.
The thing before is you misty... ethereal. You may wish to strike him, touch him, test him, but you will stop before you are able to complete this. He is slowly fading in and out of reality... yet being being perfectly physically, truly there.
There..."Your spiritual Qi power is what deluded me. I am impressed."Impre...
Quietly, as the figure sits at the table, surveying your items, he will look to himself and reach underneath the table, laying down without a sound a small shovel, a compass, a watch, along with a small flashlight and a copy of "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein. Without changing anything to his appearance, the figure suddenly disappears and appears at your side, looking into your soul eyes."I am the Helper. Listen carefully, Seeker, and you may yet see the night through."Through.~ "Take the book and the light if you will bore easily. Take the shovel with you to the largest cemetery. Take the watch to check for the arrival of midnight exactly. The compass will deliver you from evil. But to survive, you must have an OBJECT." OBJECT.
OBJECT.
SHE NEEDS AN OBJECT.
...Quietly, with a wave of his hand, her items would disappear instantly, replaced instead with a single sheet of paper... a homework assignment. Indecipherable, it is written in the Language. He leaves your your talismans for the sake of yourself."This piece of homework is Object 301 of 538. 'By helping one, you hurt many more.' I shall lend it to you for now so that you may become alive again." Again..."Take it. Make your way to the highest point of the cemetery. Keep an eye on the watch, wait for midnight. When the time comes, stand up and say, ‘Deliver me unto the Holder of Zeal’. Upon saying these words, the full moon will wane into darkness, rendering your surroundings without light, except for one grave, which will glow with wan paleness. Take your supplies and go towards it. The headstone will read ‘The Holder Of Zeal’, along with the epitaph, ‘Through devotion all things are possible’. Start digging up the dirt in front of the headstone, and do not stop until you have completely unearthed the coffin sealed below. Open the lid of the sarcophagus – it should lift easily enough – and note that it contains no body, or indeed anything but total darkness. Now is your last chance to back out. Any further, and the only way out of this will be to see it through to the end." "Now, divest yourself of everything but the Homework and the compass – any light sources will sabotage your continued efforts now, and all other things will merely by an encumbrance. Orient your compass precisely west, and position yourself in the pit so that you face the same direction as the arrow. You should be facing the right side of the open casket. Step forward and carefully lower yourself into the coffin. The drop will take a few seconds, but the landing will be painless. The darkness here is total, but through touching your surroundings you will discern that you are in a stone walled corridor, its span roughly 8 feet. Despite the absence of any light, your compass should glow with the same weak luminescence as the grave you just unearthed, just enough for you to make out its face. Start walking westwards." "From there, it is your decision to keep staring at your compass or no, to stray or no. Keep the homework with you and wait for it to end...~" [/color] ...Slowly, without you realizing it, the figure has been disappearing slowly this whole time... growing further from you without moving. Regardless of what you do now, it is impossible to touch him, your fingers will pass through him. His voice is becoming faint and you will strain to hear him."Ask... 'Why should I believe in them?'---Focus... homework... Do not... pain... give in..."He is gone. You find yourself in this fog-filled world with two options. Will you heed the Helper? Will you strike out and attempt to escape from this world, real or false? The danger is great. The award is uncertain. You know little of what you seek aside from the clues.
... "Good luck, child."[/spoiler] KIYOSHI AKECHI You are under thirty. Good. She won't scare as easily, at least.
You don't know why you think this to yourself, but the thought leaves you as quickly as it comes.
For some reason, you feel compelled to look around, as your feet keep carrying you.
You need to make sure you aren't followed.
Why?
Why?
Walk into the city.
The city.
You feel compelled to visit a location where gangs, drug dealers, and hoodlums hang out.
Look.
You're looking for a girl.
This is why you must be young.
Where is she?
She...
She is a girl with equal parts black and red hair.
Find her.
Her. KAZUYA HIKARI As you walk outside, fully equipped, you notice that there is no one on the streets.
No one.
Take that back.
There's someone... but they appear to be running from you.
Ignore her.
You should ignore her.
Instead... you feel compelled to find something.
Something.
Something...?
The city feels good. Go there.
Go.
Go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to.
You feel compelled.
Will you fight it?
Or...
Does there feel like you're looking for something?
If you strayed, would walk in the fog forever?
Would you?
Would you like to?
Choose. JAY HUGHES Where is she?
You need to look.
You should look.
You feel compelled to check the city. Surely, there might be a clue there. Perhaps the police, the school...
You feel compelled. Will you heed it?
...The hospital, perhaps. There is a strong... strong feeling...
...Somehow.
Some. How.
What you want and what you're looking for are becoming muddled.
What are you looking for?
Yes, you're looking for Renee, but...
...The hospital...? VEYUGAN GALYANT "Good luck..."
"...Child."Even if you had turned around to the figure sitting at the table, the man, the person, the thing... it would have vanished. Surely then, this was a dream, yes? Right? You find a nagging feeling, still there on your neck. It sounds like the computer is on. You had a computer, right? Regardless, if you turn back... you will find the computer, on... Will you go to it, look at its contents? To do so, you would have to click on the flashing tab, minimized with its blinking blue and gray alternating. It says on it: "azrael_lv5." Will you ignore it and continue outside? ... "You can trust me." He isn't there anymore.
...Did he leave a hint? JAUS VALENTINE You feel compelled to go to a comic book shop.
Comic book shop.
You're looking for the owner.
The owner.
Owner.
OWNER.
You feel like you're looking for something.
Why are you thinking of heroes?
You have a question for him.
Question.
QUESTION.
It's on the tip of your tongue... BASTILLE CUNNINGHAM As you continue to walk in your search for a hamburger stand, you realize this has become impossible.
After all, you're in Italy.
Rome, to be exact.
Rome.
You hate churches.
You should go to one.
Just to spite them.
..."<.<"
"Just go to a church."You can always ignore this... compelling feeling. If you wanted to.
You kind of do.
You feel compelled to keep on walking in this fog, through Rome to the cathedral nearest the city's center. Do it.
It'll be hilarious. FARREN REMINGTON TREBORN It's alright.
For now.
Your feet are taking you into town.
The closest town.
A town.
You feel compelled to find a mental institution or rehab clinic.
Will you go?
Or walk in the fog for...? BRAD WHITE A paper pillow? No. You awake on something softer. A real pillow. When you went to sleep, your mother or father must have picked you up and tucked you in. You wake up in the exact same room that you are in. That abandoned place, abandoned like you are. Except... a fog appears to have shrouded into it.
An oppressive, demanding fog.
Wake up. You must wake up.
Or give into sleep and fear no more.
...For a moment, anyways.
Hurry. Wake up. Get up.
Go outside. If you do, you will find that same, oppressive fog filling the morning air. This isn't morning air at all.
Wake up.
Go outside. Yes, again. You were dreaming. But the fog hasn't disappeared.
Get yourself ready, get yourself clothed. You will want to be outside. Something is pulling you outside. Something unseeable, that is part of you... is pulling you outside.
You should go outside.
It's waiting for you.
It's waiting for you.
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 22, 2010 23:32:44 GMT -8
An unsettling silence permeated reality as Vespyr walked back into the darkened restaurant, her footsteps falling so quietly as if from a great distance away; but was it reality?
Arms still folded at her chest, she paused beside the counter and gazed absently at the empty kitchen. There wasn't much there. Something glinted at her through the murky fog and she waded toward it, her eyes glinting back at it. It was a knife; long and sharp and simple, but beautiful in the way that it reflected the deadly ambition lurking in Vespyr’s violet eyes. She held it up, gripping the handle firmly, turning it from side-to-side in silent admiration. She had not seen this knife before. It seemed to glow ominously in the darkened room, and she felt a longing within her chest. A vacuum opened up within her and she felt it deeply; it traveled down her arm and into the hand that held the knife, which felt comfortably light. Thirsty.
She fingered the edge of the blade, letting the cold metal slide perilously across the soft pad of her thumb. She pressed down hard, letting it create an indent in the skin but not enough to part the flesh. She held it there, her eyes closed, the cold from the metal and something else seeping into her.
Vespyr turned again and moved toward the door, the knife swinging gently at her side, glinting hypnotically. She let the fog envelop her; she waded through it, her boots falling nearly silent on the invisible concrete below. She let her mind guide her to the staircase. She descended into near pitch-black darkness and continued forward, the knife glinting within the shadows. Through the graveyard of a parking garage and out onto the street, where she pocketed the knife and walked half-consciously into the depths of the city that did not sleep. Her eyes were half-open and glossy. She seemed entranced, but in the darkness of her skull she was flying toward something she knew not of. She did not protest; the knife at the end of her arm was comfortably light and it made something inside of her open up hungrily. Something needed to be satiated.
Her surroundings had changed. She was walking beneath the amber light of a streetlamp, her shadow a long way ahead of her, leading the way. Through the dense yellow fog she drifted, tall and spectral. Her eyes slid from side to side without knowing what to look for. The knife in her hand felt pleasantly light and demanding. |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Oct 23, 2010 10:52:34 GMT -8
"..." This was getting slightly eerie. The moment Kazuya walked out of the mansion, there was no one around, literally, not a soul to be seen as far as the eye could see. Did he wake up way too early, even for him? Pulling out his cellphone, Kazuya checked the time... well he would, if his cellphone was working. "... Dead. Of course it is." Shoving his cell back into his pocket, the slightest bit of movement caught his attention, as he looked up. Scratch that, there was someone out here besides him. But whoever it was, was running away from him. And even though most would choose to chase after the girl, judging from the body type, he ignored her instead, feeling more compelled to find something, but he didn't know what... and where to start. Not that the fog helped any. For all he knew, he could be in the main city area of Long Beach.
"... The city?" He didn't know why, but that sounded like a good place to start. "... Here goes nothing." Taking a step forward, Kazuya began to head through the dense fog, not even sure of which direction he was heading... or if he was even heading in the right direction. What was it he was looking for? He had absolutely no idea, all he knew was, he was looking for something. As if trying to answer his question, a building began to appear with each step he took through the fog. Stopping in mid-step, Kazuya looked at it in mild curiosity. Was this what he was looking for? "... Is it?" No... it didn't feel like it was what he was looking for. Walking past the building, he continued to walk through the fog, not knowing if he would find what it was he was looking for... or fated to walk forever through the fog... |
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Jayr Byrne
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Oct 23, 2010 11:33:22 GMT -8
Just Peachy Flipping her hair before the mirror Jayr felt the force to her gut suddenly pummel into her like a train, the sickening feeling as though she was late. The melody of that Rabbit from never-land playing in her head as he bounced around carrying the watch and cloths that wee far to big for his body but fit just enough to remain human.
Jayr would throttle up towards the outside, her car still in the shop so the stress factor increased all the more. A quick jolt ran through her giving her movements flight, Jayr taking to the streets in a mild jog.
Along the way Jayr would come to an impasse, a place where the road split, her gut telling her to progress further forward through a blocked off area. She'd never gone that way as the road did split and she didn't know what lie there.
Off she went, through the tapered bushes and over the wall into what would be a mental institute, her pace carrying her around the outer edges until she remained at front, frozen. |
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Post by Vetis on Oct 23, 2010 12:02:33 GMT -8
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tsu she looked so peaceful sleeping. But her breathing it was so loud. Every breathe she took was like a sledge hammer in his mind. The sounds creating more pain than he had felt only a few moments before. Like a fine red wine being poured out of a bottle, blood would seep from his nose. A knife was on the floor. Why was there a knife on the floor? It could do the trick, it could stop this. Was it there because it was the solution? Was it kill or be killed? He couldnt kill Tsubame could he? Slamming his head into the wall over and over again he tried to shut out the noises in his head. He couldnt hear a single sound even bashing his head into the wall except her breathing. It was maddening, but could he do it? Vetis couldnt bring himself to do it, no. He would kill himself instead. Slowly he would cut his wrist down the radial arteries on each hand. He didn cut across but down as he wanted the maximum amount of blood loss possible and no way of survivng. No if it was a choice between succumbing to his madness and killing Tsubame or satisfying his unique sense of honor and killing himself he would die for her. As blood sprayed out everywhere he didnt even feel the least bit woozy. Looking down at his forarms there was never an atual gash there. Perhaps the answer, the only answer was to succumb to his madness and stop her breathing. She wouldnt really die after all! If he couldnt be hurt how could she. Vetis would climb atop Tsubame in her bed as she slept. The sounds driving him further and further into pain. He had to stop it. He had to! Placing a spare pillow over her head he would quite the sounds of her disgustingly loud breathing. How somethign so beautfiul could be so repulsive at this point was moot. He had to make it beautiful again. Knife in hand he would stab her in the chest over and over again. With each stab he would pull down and then out cutting the flesh and tearing through the muscle. The vital organs slowly shutting down as her breathing would stop. Punturing her lung was like popping a balloon. It was o easy and yet so fun. He stabbed the other one to. The blood of her body spraying all over his face and arms with each swipe. And then her heart. Yes if the lungs felt so good the heart had to be better. With both hands around the knife he would thrust it into her chest. Cocking his head back releashing in the shower of blood he had caused he began to breath heavy. And then there was silence, it was so relaxing, the knife was the answer. As he looked down at the mutilated corpse of his girlfriend he would realize, she wasnt ok. Then again he wasnt either. Read more: phs259.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=quests&thread=5693&page=3#ixzz13JCM9q7b |
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Oct 23, 2010 12:31:24 GMT -8
Life was weird, he had only been out of the correctional facility for a few days. Everything he had was gone, his old house, his motorcycle, his helicopter. Even his reputation to an extent, it was a blessing and a curse. Everything he worked for wa gone, turned to dust, and yet it was a chance for a fresh start. He would be lying if he said it wasn't appealing, a chance to be someone new, maybe even leave something positive behind. He didn't plan to give up fighting that was to far ingrained in him, but maybe, just maybe he could find something worth fighting for other than his ambition.
He had a new apartment now, small and empty but it fit his needs for now, he would take some time to decide if he wanted to move up in the world again, he still had his money he only needed to decide what to spend it on, if he really needed the comforts of his old life. I the mean time he had a blanket and a hard mattress that sat on the ground. It was better than the cot he had grown used too but it was shabby in comparison to his old bed. But for now it felt like a wonderful luxury, and Mathew was content to lay on it thinking of what he wanted to do as he slowly drifted off to sleep.[\spoiler] |
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Brad White
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Post by Brad White on Oct 23, 2010 16:11:17 GMT -8
Brad quickly rose from laying in his bed, no doubt his mother had been the one to put him into it but it made him feel like a child. Rubbing his eyes and blinking rapidly what at first he assumed to be him still being half asleep turned out to be a real fog. "That's odd" Brad commented to himself about the fog, a suddenly acted on the urge to go outside.
Suddenly as Brad took in the sense of the fog filled street, he found himself back in his room and bed yet again once again waking the fog still around. "Damn freaky dream." He muttered and this time got changed as quickly as he could grabbed his guitar case and swung it on to his back.
The urge to go outside returned and sort of feeling like being on the wrong end of a fishing line invisible but reeling him, or more precisely reeling him out. Giving in to the feeling to follow once again Brad left the bedroom, the apartment and then the building fog all around still, and sense that if the fog hadn't have been there he would see something unexpected. |
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Post by Veyugan ~* on Oct 23, 2010 17:39:15 GMT -8
It truly had been a while since Veyugan had found himself experiencing such a mixture of emotions. It was exciting as much as it was nauseating. His eyes strained to look as far left into his peripheral's as he could manage. The Czech was trying to see the source of the emotion, without facing it head on. However inevitable their meeting would be, the Czech didn't want to face it without preparation. 'Fuck it.'Spinning quickly on his left heel, Veyugan intended to face the thing that was upon him. However, as his vision settled on the spot he expected it to be, there was nothing but the fog. Eyes narrowed as his mind began to race. Was it the fog that caused this? What in the hell was it? More importantly, was he still dreaming? Or was this real? Everything felt real. All of his senses seemed realistic. There was a musky, smoky smell to the room, as it was a smoking room. His mouth tasted of stale cigarettes and saliva. Humidity was present upon his skin, leaving it feel a tad sticky. Everything his eyes took in seemed real, not like a dream would be - only remembering a few scenes or moments from them. The silence was deafening. ...? A pair of white orbs flickered to his computer that sat upon the desk. He had forgotten to close the lid all the way. As his gaze settled, he noticed the screen was flashing. Moving quickly and quietly, his fingers lifted the screen up. Azrael? Level 5? Ideas, theories, memories flooded his brain as he tried to solve this mystery. Azrael; he had heard that name before. Actually, Azrael had two possibilites. Of course, the name could symbolize the angel of death. However, there was also a Knight of the Round whose name was Azrael. The 'level 5' was the part that excited him. Typically, level five was low, indicating a weaker opponent. However, in the company of angels ... what level would the Czech possess? The thought of a challenge brought a smirk to his lips. "You can trust me." [/i] Almost breaking his neck, the Czech whipped around - slamming down the lid of his laptop in the process - to face the source of the voice. Again, nothing was there. However, Veyugan did notice one thing that had not been there before. One thing that answered a previous question. Slowly, his body was drawn toward it. He needed it in his hands. He craved to hold it - to wield it. The scythe. The fog encircled it, flowed from it. Such a majestic sight. A Czechoslovakian hand moved to grasp it. [/spoiler] |
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Kenin Katashi
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"Baby I got a plan, run away as fast as you can."[A1i:6]
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Post by Kenin Katashi on Oct 23, 2010 17:53:10 GMT -8
Kenin was a bit tired, he had quite a bit to drink and he was starting to feel the buzz. He didn't even bother heading to bed, he simply relaxed in his lazy boy, reclining his seat and turning the television a bit louder as he was watching Pink Floyd's The Wall wishing he had smoked something to make this much more trippy than it already was. Still, just about the time they were singing 'bring the boys back home' he was passing out.
"Fuckin hell.... it's barely even midnight...." He said as he slumbered off. He wasn't exactly sure what he would do once he got up, and he was scared of what he would dream about. But he was definitely too tired to really care, he could only hope it turned into one of those dreams that you can control toward the end and turn into a sex dream. Those were the greatest up until the point you wake up. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2010 23:14:12 GMT -8
Slowly Kiyoshi moved through the city streets with one hand holding tightly onto his forehead. There was a haze about his mind that the likes of which he had not had since he'd gotten clean some several months ago. Sure there were some lingering effects but nothing like this. He did as his mind, or something else, pushed him to... shifting through shadows with eyes constantly watching for any sign of a tail. Doubling back, random and excessive turning, random stops... all counter measures to defy anyone or thing to follow him.
During this journey Kiyoshi kept trying to think of who the mystery girl he was looking for was... after all he did not know anyone with half black/ half red hair. So who the hell was he so compelled to find? This curiosity began to feed his need to search if only to find out who it was, which was fed by the mysterious compulsion. It became a vicious downward spiral that moved him forward. In addition it brought up his defenses as he entered the shady areas of the city, places he had frequented when looking to score a high but now they held little value. But this girl... and why did he need to be young? So many questions but so little answers and no one to ask!
He had to push forward...
He had to find her...
If only to find out why... |
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Jay Hughes
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Post by Jay Hughes on Oct 24, 2010 1:21:24 GMT -8
Jay stood in the middle of the street, the mist or fog swirling around him, confusing him. He turned one way, then another and back again. There were no distinguishing features what was wrong. Was he awake? He had to be he could feel pain, his heart was heavy with dread. He was definintely awake! His eyes were wide as he raced off in any direction. He had no idea where he was heading but he knew it was the right way. Felt it was the correct place to go to. In his panic he raced around the corner the fog swirling up thicker, as if telling him to go the other way. With out a thought he turned a street sign was seen. He knew where he was, he knew where to go.
~ Renee! where are you... come back to me ~
His chest was pounding, his eyes were watery from the constant running. His feet hurt, having no shoes on and racing through surprisingly empty streets. A few lights flashed past but faces were not seen. His breathing was shallow as he kept running. The hospital. She was there, she had to be!
"Renee!! Where are you!"
He slowed his pace, he began to walk. His breath was hard to come by. Deep breaths, filled with cold and harsh air. It was choking him, just like the disappearance of his sister. What was happening. Why was this happening. He ran his hands through his hair, it was slick with the mist of the morning and sweat. He was worried, more so than he thought he could ever be. His feet carried him to the entrance of the hospital. His eyes were wide as he searched for his sister. No ambulance, no sign of life. This was freaky. This was odd.
"RENEE!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!"
Fear was getting the better of him. His palms were sweaty, his mouth was dry. He was scared. He wanted his sister to hold him and say everything was okay. But she was no where to be found. She was the reason he was so scared. Where was she! |
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Lasia Able
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 25, 2010 9:54:49 GMT -8
"Hmmm.." Tsubame listened as the strange man spoke and left her with the items "What was he..." she would scratch her head before she got up taking the items. She slid the shovel across her back and she placed the others into her pockets. "Well..here it goes" She stood and walked out into the fog filled world.
Arriving at the cemetery she sat at the highest point waiting her arms crossed. The watch ticking filled the air with the only sound. "This..this is too eerie...my powers....they do not seem to be working with this area..so then.what is this world?" As midnight arrived she would stand and would say '‘Deliver me unto the Holder of Zeal’' Darkness filled the area as she saw the glow of the grave.
She stood above it and began to dig until she found the passage and entered taking only the compass and the homework. turning until she was facing west she began to walk wondering what awaited her. |
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Post by Farren on Oct 25, 2010 18:42:02 GMT -8
A town.
All right, what the fuck? I was just outside PHS #552, looking around at the fog, and suddenly I'm walking through a ghost town. Wait...552? I wasn't at 552, I was at 259...right? I haven't been in New York City in over two years.
Lost in thought, I walk face first into the side of a building and whack my nose on the bricks. I stagger back, hissing the most profane curses I can imagine, and open my eyes to see what I stumbled into. A plain place, not looking like much more than a small town municipal building, with few windows and a drab yet... eerie presence. Then I look above the door and see the sign - Rehab Clinic.
I don't wanna be here anymore. Clinics and me don't exactly get along. But yet I know I can't leave, even if I wanted to. This journey isn't over yet. I swallow spit and step up to the door, letting out one last harsh curse, and step inside. |
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