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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2010 19:11:00 GMT -8
It didn't mean much to him, the world that is. Weight strapped to his arms, the weight of the coat on his shoulders as he marched forward progressively moving himself on and on with each step. They carried him out the door eventually coming to the sidewalk. His eyes took long glimpses around finding the place to be of interest. A comic book shop across the street. Funny how he'd never recognized it there before, a mental face palm as he realized he needed to be a bit more observant all the way around.
Heavy feet would carry him across the street, the loud blare of noise triggering his attention as he was almost run over in the mist by a car that would cross him swiftly without care. The ring of a bell as he entered to focus on the store owner, a question at the tip of his tongue.
"Got any Spawn? I was always a fan."
Jaus would chuckle letting his hands glide over an X-men comic flipping the pages with his hand curiously. The revelations of Wolverines past. Classic. |
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Post by "Adam" on Oct 25, 2010 21:36:17 GMT -8
[/color] He wandered dazed for a few minutes down the street. She was calling him. Who is she? She is his sister. Is she his sister? He felt a connection. It must be his sister, he must feel her connection. She needs him. Wait... Weren't they safe here? Why would she need him? He wasn't fit for her, he didn't deserve to be her brother, but she needed him. That was all that was important. He needed to help... her..Where is this Her? Where is this Him? He had no idea where he was, he didn't know what to think. All he felt was anger. Why would she need him? Is she in danger? What was going to happen if he didn't make it in time? Could he not make it in time? What was going on. Something was going on? Asking all these questions, he became aware of what was going on. He woke up [/color] He found himself in front of a prison, clenching and relaxing his fists. Was he angry? He felt angry. Anger isn't safe. Anger is dangerous? It is too late now, something has to be done. He attempted to enter the prison.[/spoiler] |
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Oct 27, 2010 13:07:02 GMT -8
[spoiler]
(ooc: Joining in)
Roth and Marcus sat around in an empty strip club drinking their hearts out on Petrone, Alazay, fucking everything they had on stock. Both men were just talking, laughing, enjoying each other's company. But it was like...3:30am and Roth had to hit up 259 in the morning. That would be fun.
[color=Red]"Fuck you, you black ass hole I'm going to bed"[/color]
[color=Black]"Fuck you too Roth. I hope ya dream about me ya fucking fag, haha!"[/color]
Roth flipped Marcus off as he went off to bed. Up the stairs, past the empty 'private fun time' rooms. Roth went into his bedroom and ripped his shirt off. He was wasted as hell. Without warning he colappsed on his bed and escaped to dreamland.
(ooc: Roth is described as Arrogant. Besides that...yeah)
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Nov 5, 2010 15:03:46 GMT -8
Bastille blinked. Rome- ok...that was interesting. But fine all the same. Rome, Italy...they cold Cheeseburgers right? Bet then again she didn't have money on her. Well darn-....wait.
for a moment she paused. Looking around her in the fog. Her boots clacking metal against cobble stone, her crimson eyes blood red gazing into the world around her. She quickly shoved her jacket on further and continued walking. As if hearing a voice whisper into the world around her....she heard it, church.
Bastille didn't care for traps or gimmicks, falling into them made it more fun to get out. She would follow the call to the church- right into the Vatican city. the heart of the churches. She walked for what seemed like ages. The abandoned city around growing in closer with the mist. She felt so freaking bad ass. Once inside the round of pillars into the center of the Vatican, no guards- interesting....definitely a dream.
"Come on boys, I came for confession...." She said out into the mist, then without much thought continued walking in search for the church money box. Even the Vatican had to have one right? Right. That would give her enough money to buy a damn burger. She reached into the fountain on her way, pulling out small coins and looking at them oddly. Shaking her head she looked up. "Confession number one, stealing from god- sorry about that, I'll pay you back later"
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Post by The New Student Dean on Nov 6, 2010 12:47:12 GMT -8
Time To Panic Moderator Note: And with this, I officially extend the M.E.Q. into the end of November. Posting time is no longer limited to three days... and may be as soon as possible. I am no longer accepting any additional people, however, as this was an M.E.Q. for the month of October. Just because Halloween is over, though, doesn't mean the monsters have gone away...~
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No more mercy. VETIS She's dead.
You killed her.
She's dead.
It's silent.
She's dead.
You don't like it.
It's silent.
You like that.
Worth it.
The silence- hear it? Pure and golden, all for you. There will be no clamor, no gasping or struggling, so long as you maintain the silence.
Maintain it.
Walk to the institute. Make no noise and let no others make blast and blare through your silence; their fists and guns and bullets must not stop you.
Be careful.
You killed her.
They know.
They'll try to stop you.
It'll be noisy.
Prevent noise.
You killed her.
It's silent.
Keep that.
Start walking.
...
They're coming. VESPYR It appears you haven't met "him." Good.
You may yet survive.
Slowly, through your aimless searching, you find it.
Yes. This is it.
It's a halfway house.
Maybe it's a mental institution.
Regardless, step in.
You'll find a person behind the desk.
Don't kill him. Yet.
Make sure you stride over to the front desk to the clerk without any hesitance or fear in yourself and demand to see the one who calls herself the Holder of Sadism.
This is important now.
Will you ask in a way that will make him laugh?
Will you ask in a way that will make him... raise his brow? Questioning?
Choose.
Be careful.~ JAYR BYRNE The urge rises again.
Ask it. Request it.
The worker is eying you.
Ask it. Request it.
When you speak to a worker, ask to see the one who calls him or herself "The Holder of Progress."
Ask. KANG GRIMES You walk into the prison.
Good.
Now find the warden directly.
Waste no time.
You're seeking him.
Yes. Ask for him. The warden knows.
Ask to visit the one who calls himself "The Holder of the Law."
Or turn back...
...This isn't your last chance.
But this is the safest time to turn back if you choose.
Choose.TSUBAME HIROTAKI The darkness welcomes you. Full blast.
Yes.
Keep walking.
It's impossible to turn back now.
As you stare at the compass... do you choose to feel the wall?
What felt like stone flooring when you first landed is now replaced by the crackling of... something underfoot. KIYOSHI AKECHI Your search is not in vain.
You find the girl with equal parts black and red hair.
She waits, leaning her petite, curvaceous body against the light pole, her back arched.
The girl is young. But not so much younger then yourself.
Go to her. Ask for it.
Ask her to take you to the "Holder of Choice."
That wasn't hard, now... was it? KAZUYA HIKARI So you were not misdirected.
Wise.
Your feet seem to know where to go.
Suddenly, you have purpose.
Suddenly, you know what you seek.
Go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to.
When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Joy."
Your journey has only just begun... JAY HUGHES Your decision was wise.
Renee... or at least something... is definitely here.
A person will walk up to you.
Dewey eyes. Brown, curly hair that reaches to the back of her neck. Cherry lips. A concerned look on the nurse's face.
She appears to be anticipating something from you.
The feeling dawns on you.
Slowly, she will step back, out of reach, wordlessly as she approached you, as the clerk behind the desk waits.
Ask to visit the one who refers to himself as "The Holder of Chaos."
This isn't your last chance to back out.
...But, Renee...
...Hehe. VEYUGAN GALYANT The darkness welcomes you. Full blast.
You grasp it.
And you realize...
...Maybe you should have checked what "azrael_lv5" had to say as opposed to slamming the laptop down.
Oh well.
The room grows dark...
The scythe bites you with cold.
How sad.
It's killing you.
You chose death.
You should use it to cut through the darkness.
At least... then, maybe... maybe...
...Maybe...
...You might survive.
Maybe.
...
...
...
It's coming.
Better hurry.~ JAUS VALENTINE Yes, Spawn is good.
For those who don't know.
That's the question. Yes.
Look around you.
It's obvious.
Ask to speak to the one known as the Holder of Heroism.
...Heroes... BASTILLE CUNNINGHAM Your antics amuse the old man, who approaches you.
"...Greetings child."
Yes, this old, hunchbacked, deaf priest.
He smiles at you.
You must tell him, within thirty seconds of his greeting, that you wish to see The Holder of the Fire.
No, the man won't give you a cheeseburger.
...He might smell like it, though.~ FARREN REMINGTON TREBORN Haha.
Perhaps.
Hopefully... this is a dream.
Last chance to back out.~
If not?
Go up to the front desk and ask to see someone who calls themselves "The Holder of the Mind."
Heehee. BRAD WHITE Your feet seem to hold true.
However, this is your last chance to back out.
Otherwise... obey your feet and get yourself into the nearest concert hall you can get to and sit on the nearest bench when you get inside.
...Or stab your feet to the ground. They won't stop, even if you don't want to go.
You should stop if you're uncertain.~ [/center][/i][/spoiler] MATTHEW AMTRUM Slowly. Drifting. To. Slee---
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.
It waits. KENIN KATASHI Greatest points... when you woke up.
...Did you even fall asleep to begin with?
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.
It waits. ROTH O'ROAK You know that hangover you have when you wake up? Where was it? You feel nothing, you feel great... you feel---
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 Mathew Amtrum on Nov 6, 2010 13:03:00 GMT -8
Sleep was dreamless and Mathew's eyes shot open. He was in his room exactly as he had left it. It was cold and barren, no one loved it, no one cared about it. It reflected Mathew. The room was full of fog.
Wait, is that normal?
Slowly standing up Mathew found that he was fully dressed, his Earth Dragon coat weighed him down. The fog was growing, it was choking the room, Mathew needed to leave. He needed to get outside. He didn't know why, he knew it was just fog, but he knew he couldn't stay here. He had to leave, it wasn't an option.
Rushing outside, he nearly ripped the door off it's hinges in his haste he looked in horror as the fog was outside too, it was everywhere. There was no escape. Mathew was alone, alone in the fog...
Mathew's eyes shot open. It had been a dream. He was in his room, just as he had left it. It was cold and abandoned. Just like him. He felt a shiver run down his spine. He must be cold. Yes, that was it, he was naked.
Wait, I wasn't naked when I fell asleep. This has to be a...
Mathew's thoughts were interrupted, forgotten as he noticed that once again his room was full of an oppressive fog as in his dream, other dream? He didn't know what. All he knew was that he had to get dressed and quick, he needed to leave.
Rushing the job Mathew got dressed as fast as he could, his socks didn't match and one of his shoe laces was untied, but other than that when Mathew kicked open the door to his apartment he was fully clothed in the attire he had become known for.
Slowly walking outside he reached in to his pocket searching for the reassuring feeling of the roll of pennies inside. He welcomed the weight of his coat, it was something to hold on to. Something to focus on, because he didn't know what he was going to find now that he was outside. However, the rising feeling of bile in his throat warned him that he wouldn't like it. |
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Post by Vetis on Nov 6, 2010 13:07:39 GMT -8
Even drenched and dismembered in her own blodd she really was cute. Perhaps even more so now that she was quite. As he looked around he was getting rather sleepy. Perhaps a nap was in order. Yes nothing like a post-slaughter your girlfriend nap.
Lying on the bed next to her decomposed corpse he felt the water from his eyes drip down the side of his face over the bridge of his nose. The water linked with the other stream as it landed on the soft blood stained pillow. Maybe the silence wasnt worth it after all. He couldnt take this back.
Noise. More and more noise. Vetis was trying to have a reflective moment and there was just more and more noise. God damnit why couldnt he get a moment of peace! Still there would be time for remorse later after he found out what the hell was making the inside of his head pound like it was right now.
He could swear he was hearing footsteps. From the hallway to his room seemed to be the stopping point. Giving his blood drenched love a kiss he hoped she would be better when and if he came back from his room. Getting up and wiping the teas from his eyes he made his way to his bedroom.
As he opened the door he was shocked and confused at what he saw. It was every single person he had ever harmed, even the ones he had thought had forgiven him. Was this retribution? If so it sure was a noisy bitch.
Cmon then fuckers, Vetis thought to himself as he dove into the pile fists swinging. He went for the throats and eyes of them all. Still it was a very large group and as they consumed him well it took a lot more effort than he had anticipated to kill them all. So much so that he was getting rather hurt himself in this struggle. At the helm of this group was Endrin??? But wasnt he dead, had he been haunting him?!?!? |
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Post by Kenin Katashi on Nov 6, 2010 15:19:42 GMT -8
His eyes opened. His pupils large at first but quickly adjusted as he lifted himself up. He stood up and rubbed his face, his eyes looking at the fog. He wondered if he was awake, awake.... awake. He had to wake up. Wake up and get up.
He had to wake...
He stretched as he stood up and started to put on his pants, what time of day was it? Was it day? Was it time? Was there time here? Was he awake? He didn't know but he knew that he had to keep pushing on. He had to get up, he had to wake up and leave. He had to get outside, something pulled him. Once he was dressed he was pulled outside, he wanted to, some part of him needed to go outside.
Once he was outside he looked around, something was waiting? Something was supposed to be here for him, what was supposed to be here for him? Maybe he should call out for him, her, it. The thing, the waiting thing.
"Who's there? Is there anyone there?" He called out, looking around. He would walk wherever his feet would lead him, trusting his instincts. He'd look to see if there was anyone here, or anything. Was he here? Was he awake? What was with this fog..... |
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Post by Brad White on Nov 6, 2010 17:22:38 GMT -8
The urge to walk through the fog on autopilot was great, but a small hint of doubt entered Brad's mind. With a look back up at the apartment complex that was his home the hint of doubt faded and his feet took over. He sung to himself as he walked but something was off, did singing to himself make the walk seem shorter or was actually shorter then it should have been, it seemed like he had only just started singing when he was suddenly outside somewhere he knew.
Jacob's Hall was a small place where underground musicians on their way up passed through, he had been here before not to play but to watch. Still it was way to early for anyone to be there so when Brad walked inside the lack of people didn't surprise him.
Quickly Brad entered the main hall and jumped over in order to land sitting on the bench closer to the back of the room. Might as well sing a little more. "Are we, we are. Are we, we are the waiting" Brad would sing, the chorus of the green day song by the same name. Repeating the phrase as if expecting some band to come on, completely ignoring that he was the only one there.
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Post by Lasia Able on Nov 6, 2010 20:28:34 GMT -8
"...bones is it?" Tsubame kept walking as she felt the cracking under her feet. Her hands do not stray out though, as if in a trance she walks..always walking, never slowing, never stopping....
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Post by Jayr Byrne on Nov 7, 2010 16:37:30 GMT -8
At the Edge of Fear Jayr passed through the miscellaneous pathways, walkways, brush and shrug of all sort till meeting with the aisle way to the front. Her feet picking up pace as the scenery around her fledged her senses with sparked fear. It was like the beginnings of any suspense driven horror scene she'd ever made the opportunity to see. Stepping through the front doors to the desk greeted by a face, a face belonging to a man with a body and soul. No featureless demon relying her simply to break into a shrill scream, neigh she remained silent. The room remaining silent as her heels clattered on the floor bringing them to the desk.
"I'm looking for the Holder of Progress, Is he here?"
She couldn't dispel nor understand what'd left her mouth all being so sudden like she'd prepared it a great many times for this one instant without reason. Now she simply waited, waiting. Patiently.
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Post by Roth O'Roak on Nov 7, 2010 19:19:09 GMT -8
Empty. That's what it feels like. Head and body is fine, but the spirit, is empty. Roth's room in rather abandoned. Just the nightstand alarm clock and bed. The alarm clock has no numbers, but Roth pays no attention, he feels to awake. That Jack must've been a weak brew. HE was a drinker, but it was surprising there was no hangover, oh well.
A fog seemed to stroll in through the door. Again, Roth paid no attention. His body felt good again. In shape. Much better than when he first arrived after a year of comatose. He felt fresh, he felt alive, he felt awake.
A quick shower was needed. He felt the warm embrace of the water run all over his naked body. Soothing. Then it slowly turned cold. The great warm feeling turned to harsh bitter cold. With reflex acting on it's own Roth killed the wear and shivered with his dick shriveled by the cold. Towels. Towels. TOWELS!
A few minutes of drying off and he felt somewhat warm again. Bit by bit Roth clothed himself while staring out the window. He wanted to go outside. No reason why, he just wanted to. Bad. He again paid no attention to the rolling fog. It was merely a small detail to him for now.
Now he was outside. He didn't even remember walking out, or seeing Marcus, or not putting on his shirt. He stood out side shirtless starring off at the endless arrangement of buildings. Why was he outside again? |
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Post by Farren on Nov 8, 2010 9:35:26 GMT -8
It was dark: the edges of the small lobby-like room were completely black. At least the fog hadn't followed me in, even though the oppressing weight of the air did. The only light to be had was from a small lamp on the receptionist's desk at the far end of the room. There was someone sitting at the desk, it looked like a woman, and she had her head down, busily working away at something. There was no one else in the room, and no sound except for the shifting and scratching of the woman's pen on paper.
Ok Farren, this just went from creepy to scary. Turn around, walk out, go HOME.
But there was a name on my mind, I couldn't stop it from repeating inside my head. I couldn't puss out at this point. Would the Most Interesting Man in the World run away now? No, he'd pound a Dos Equis and get shit done. So I looked back at the door one last time, scratched my beard, and said, "Screw it."
I stepped up to the desk and said casually, "I'm here to see the 'Holder of the Mind'."
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Post by "Adam" on Nov 8, 2010 11:21:23 GMT -8
[/color] He entered the prison. Was his sister here? Why would she be in here? He should be the one to go to jail, if anyone. Only one way to find out... Could I see my sister?He asked. Did he ask that? No... Did he... He did not. What exited his mouth was something different. What had he said? "Could I visit 'the Holder of the Law?'"He thought back on it. What was he asking for? Who is this holder? He probably sounded weird, talking to this man... This man? the person who he was talking to seemed to have his face surrounded in fog. Was the fog in here, or was it his imagination? He had to see this through. There was no going back.[/spoiler] |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Nov 8, 2010 12:44:17 GMT -8
"..." For some strange reason, Kazuya felt relieved, like he had made the correct choice, whatever that choice was. Continuing through the fog, it was puzzling, it was like his feet knew exactly where to go, like he now had a purpose, like he knew what it was he was looking for... wherever there and what it he was seeking was. 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? "... It is." Coming to a halt in front of the wooden door, he stared at the closed door. "... Here goes nothing." Taking a deep breath, he turned the doorknob and stepped through the threshold, out of the fog... and into the unknown.
Shutting the door quietly behind him, Kazuya peered around in mild curiosity, it was quiet. Too quiet. Eerily quiet, not a single soul to be found. "..." His scanner confirmed this, casting his gaze around as he made his way down the hallway, there were no other confirmed power levels in the building. If this was a halfway house... what happened to all the people? He prayed he never found out. Reaching the front desk, he first looked to his left, then to his right, still not a single soul to be found within this dwelling. And yet... somehow, he felt he already knew who it was he needed to visit here, even before he had reached the front desk... and he didn't know how. "... I need to see 'The Holder of Joy.'" |
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