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Post by Jack on Jun 28, 2012 16:14:22 GMT -8
OOC: Just to put a smile on Paddy dile I'll post.
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Strutting. He was actually strutting through the hallways of his old school. He wasn't even sure as to why he was here only that he had graduated college and like his mentor before him it was time to give back to the community which had given him so much. His goal in life from now on was to be an educator! At least that was what he hoped his life's direction would be. Moving through the sea of students was different, being an outsider he felt almost out of place despite the nostalgia taking over.
A few harsh words were directed at his way but apart from that it was exactly as he remembered it, in fact it was exactly as he remembered it. He was abused daily during his high school and college years of course back then he would break your arm or teeth just for looking at him in a way he didn't like.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jun 29, 2012 17:26:16 GMT -8
{OOC} HAD to do this. Sorry man but the set up is Perfect! {OOC}
"Where do you think you are?"
Asked a voice that seemed to echo all around the strange man named Jack. It would seem famillier yet hard to place, like a memory that scratched at the back of ones mind.
"Or better yet, what exactly are you hoping to find Jackie boy?"
As the voice ends, so to does the illusion and soon the school building would fissure and crack before breaking apart and crumbling around the man like a sand castle at high tide until all that was left was the cold hard truth.
All around Jack, PHS# 259 laid in ruins. The once proud building now nothing more than rubble and dust. No students, no teachers, no class. A lonely stool, possibly from some chem lab class, stood dejectedly nearby, a sad reminder of what once was.
Everythings changed. The world has changed.
A voice, carried by the cold night breeze would once again whisper mockingly.
"What exactly were you hoping to find?"
{OOC} I WILL Delete this post if asked, lets get that out of the way, but I figure this would be a good way to give you a crash course in how the world is now. Lemme know if you're cool with this or not man.{OOC}
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Post by Jack on Jul 3, 2012 11:26:22 GMT -8
OOC: It's been a few days I just haven't been able to manage to get a post done. I guess what we'll do is as you had written Jack is/was hallucinating and that from the moment of the world going boom to now.
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"Where do you think you are?"
"Bitch say it to my face"
The larger male grumbled as he continued to walk in the direction he had originally intended to do. He was wearing the same clothes that he had always worn to school. Except the majority of his skin was covered in bandages, they weren't fresh bandages but old. Covering in dirt and dried up blood. The stench of death was all over him, his hair was long, as if he hadn't had a hair cut in over a year.
While his clothes were the exact same they too look like they had been dragged along the road. Torn and dirty but still in one piece. His left sleeve was rolled up, the other one was missing and his shirt buttoned up with only three buttons remaining.
"Or better yet, what exactly are you hoping to find Jackie boy?"
"*grunt*"
His grunt said a million words. Although the greatest and most accurate summation would be fuck off. But hey some times people didn't get the hint.
"What exactly were you hoping to find?"
"That"
The Australian pointed out into a pile of rubble where the second floor used to continue out to. There among twisted metal and destroyed concrete were a pile of lockers, one was clearly painted yellow.
For the first time Jack turned to Marcus, he didn't know who he was but he knew who he was so he was probably a friend otherwise Jack would be dead. They were on the second floor, so he would have to make his way down one level however in his current condition he would not survive the jump unhurt.
"I need help getting down"
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Jul 3, 2012 21:30:31 GMT -8
Down the dilapidated hallway behind Jack stood an apparition who smirked as the man regarded it. The spectre had taken the form of Marcus Prasad, but a Marcus from years gone by. A younger Marcus of 18 years, clad in a pair of jet black cargo pants, a black t-shirt with a gothic style silver cross stained with blood droplets. His familier Bomber jacket replaced with an imposing ankle length black trenchcoat. His eyes were bright and mischevious, his spikey hair barely touching his shoulders and his goatee just growing out of it's infant stage.
"And I suppose you want me to help you?"
The not-Marcus laughed a boyish, mocking laugh as it began to walk down the hall towards Jack, hands clasped casualy behind its back, trenchcoat flowing with an otherworldly breeze. It almost seemed to be skipping as it walked, humming an old tune from the deepest recesses of Jacks memories. Stopping at Jacks side, the not-Marcus would bend at the waist and peer over the edge of the broken hallway and give a low whistle.
"Help getting down, really now? You're so damn good at falling Jack, that you've already hit rock bottom!"
The not-Marcus then vanished in a puff of oily black smoke with a Cheshire cat smile and a mocking laugh that seemed to come from the voices of everyone of whom Jack had known throughout his life. It would appeare once again much in the same way it had disappeare, down to the first floor of which Jack wanted to go. Not-Marcus would face his side towards Jack, its hands in it's coat pockets, its eyes staring challengingly into Jacks.
"Well? You comming or what? There's something I want to show you. Something you need to see."
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Post by Jack on Jul 3, 2012 23:27:03 GMT -8
OOC: Not sure what your post was about to be honest xD
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Jack would crouch down placing his hands on the ground very gently he would lower himself if Marcus was physically there he would plant his foot on his shoulder if he let him to help me take the weight off him. He was very weak right now.
If the not-Marcus wasn't a solid being Jack would have to just take the plunge of faith. Landing awkwardly, he had a small stumble as his foot got caught in the rubble. Moving off to the locker which for some unknown mystical reason was left behind he crouched down.
There was a weird looking titanium lock on the locker with no apparent key hole or combination wheel. On his right wrist was a little bracelet that began to flash as he got closer and simultaneously a little led light on the lock began to blink for a few seconds before unlocking.
Removing the lock Jack opened the locker and removed the contents a little duffel bag. Slinging it over his shoulder he ripped off his bracelet and left it by the locker. He didn't even have to think in fact this whole entire time he only had a couple thoughts which were his own. It was as if he was pre-programmed to act a certain way. Maybe it was to do with that weird dreams he had been having.
Turning to Marcus Jack stared at him. "I've gotten what I came here for, show me what you must and leave me be". He spoke in a barely audible tone, his voice was hoarse.
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Post by Marcus Prasad on Aug 2, 2012 20:15:26 GMT -8
Jack would jump and fall into Darkness. The musty smell of Mothballs and Dust would clog his nose as all evidence of the Phantom Marcus and the school were gone as if they hadn't existed before. The floor below him would feel like aged and worn hardwood, the surrounding area feeling clear saved for a few empty cardboard boxes and what would feel like wooden chests and clothing trunks.
The only source of light would come from a square hole, showing a ceiling with lights high up above. The sillouhette of a face would appeare above the hole and a very famillier voice would call down.
"Hey Jack? You Still alive man? Do you see anything? How far down is it?"
A Memory? A Hallucination? If Jack took the time to look around carefully enough, he would recognize the hidden storage room underneath Public Highschool #552's Auditorium stage.
The site of one of Jacks more peculiar adventures........
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Post by Jack on Aug 6, 2012 23:09:17 GMT -8
OOC: I see what you're doing =_= a warning though toy with Jack at your own peril xD
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Irritation was beginning to build up within him this Marcus/ non Marcus to him was nearly as annoying as the real one. "Hey Jack? You Still alive man? Do you see anything? How far down is it?" Jack spun around around, pivoting on his left foot, his dark gift in his right hand. The blade added the extra length he needed to smash into where he thought the hallucination was coming from. The blade blade would smash into the cold hard stone, spark and chunks of stone flying.
"I know you're not real... the real Marcus does everything on his own. What was it?" Jack would begin to shake taunting the ghost or hallucination of his once close friend. "No... Don't help me I can do it on my own!" Jack was paraphrasing as he spoke about the battle of the Reformists verse the Defenders. Marcus was the general who had trained and lead the Reformists only to have the very men he had trained turn on him. "I remember saving you more times than once you little fucking punk". Jack spat to the side, he was attacking the very memory of the one friend he had ever had.
"Interesting"
It would seem that his own mind was recreating this new world around him. He would continue moving through the underground storage room. The memory was a haze it felt like a lifetime ago that he had moved through this very place.
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