Sanity
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Post by Sanity on Aug 22, 2005 11:39:10 GMT -6
-----------------------------Statements taken from memos from NASA to the U.S. government. - 3.23.89
Pictures from the probe reveal startling footage of a mass amount of asteroids. They are of unnatural catastrophic nature, and seem to be in direct align with our solar system.
- 5.13.96
The asteroid field has indeed moved as was predicted. Further investigation into the issue has revealed evidence that it is indeed inline with our planet at its current position. But it is unknown at what velocity, angle and distance it is currently at. We are unable to provide any solid information.
- 1.1.05
The probe live footage of the mass has provided tremendous information and has unearthed amazing statistics. We have never recorded such a large mass of debris moving so quickly, and so smoothly. This new information has made the research into its development very much of pertinent nature. We strongly suggest that more funds be provided for research in this field.
- 6.7.05
It is now certain that at its current speed, mass and distance that it will indeed strike the earth. Calculations have told us that impact will happen exactly on 6.1.09 . A mass this large and this fast will surely cause great devastation and damage. At this point there is no way of stopping it, and we suggest that the public and figure heads be known as soon as possible.
[/tt] [/li][/ul][/center] ---------------------------------A memo sent from an unknown government branch to NASA. We thank you greatly for your collected data and assessment of the situation. But it would be advised that information of the impact to be not leaked to the public but should instead kept as secret. The government has taken control of further developments in this situation and will handle it from now on. -------------------------------They planned on building a space ship, several large ships, that could take those of importance to an awaited space ship at the time of impact. To save themselves. The U.S. citizens never did get an answer to the depression that hit it around 2007, as the government spent over a trillion dollars on materials and supplies to build a fleet of space ships. Why should they alert the world of their plight? It would serve no purpose other then cause panic and destruction. And they needed tax-payer dollars to build the transportation they needed to save themselves. To start a new culture, a new civilization. Each year more money was pumped into the foundation, built around saving the higher ups of the world. But their plan failed. Three days before the impact of the huge asteroid field they left, 13 large space crafts shooting off and into the night sky. But something went wrong and as the ships exited our atmosphere their ships mysteriously exploded and all of them died. In the morning the world was in chaos as all their leaders were gone and those that would assume power knew nothing of where they went or what to even do. The worlds was thrown into anarchy, riots broke out all day and all that night. Slowly they slowed, broken windows and store fronts shown across the TV around the world. As the people started to calm, their fates were sealed. The NASA team was now where tot ell the public of the oncoming doom. The Apocalypse is upon the world, any hour any minute the world will be rained down upon by nightmarishly large asteroids. It’s 1:37 PM, the date is 6.1.09.----------------------------------Strange as it may seem the NASA scientists miscalculated the strike of the asteroid field, and it indeed did not completely destroy the world. As the asteroids hit, chunks breaking off and spraying about as burning rocks of disaster. They will turn the earth into a giant round ball of huge craters and turn cities into nothing but rubble. And the human population will be desecrated, only about 100,000-1,000,000 will survive. And they will be sparse and wide spread, with no food, no water. The world will forever be changed, new lakes and oceans will be formed. New continents will be made, and nations already crumbling from the lack of leadership will give way with ease. Why would such a strange event such as this hit now, in a sprawling time? How odd and unnatural is it for such a large mass of rocks will strike the earth, at the exact time and angle. Its almost as if they were launched at us, or as if it was an attack against us….--------------------------This is going to be a supernatural alien filled heavy metal adventure of true awesomeness. Dye your hair green and get ready for non-stop death and destruction. You will be a surviving human. Covered in rubble and dazed, waking up into a world of death and destruction, no buildings standing and those that are, are too dangerous to even enter. Stragglers walk about moping around looking for comrades. And as you go you notice strange occurrences. You find, and feel strange vibrations from the craters from the asteroids. And as soon as you begin to start to understand such damage..something really tosses you off your feet. Evolution has taken a blind leap, and is spinning out of control for some reason…--------------------------------------------------------This first profile is a small one before the attack. Another one will be done after the attack and I’ll give a lay out then.Name:Age:Sex:Appearance:Objects:Other: (History, personality, medical status, relationships, Job, activities. Ect.) ---------------------------------------------Name: Maxwell Robert Williams. ((Hates being called Maxwell))Age: 12Sex: MaleAppearance: Standing at 5’2, this skinny guy can definitely be labeled as puny. He is skinny, and has pretty much no muscle tone. He doesn’t play sports and does not go outside very much so is skin is rather pale. He has short black hair, cut short always trimmed and with a bit of gel to keep it down and perfect. He has light blue eyes, that are hidden under a pair of small square glasses. His lips are pale, and his ears might be a bit awkwardly large. He has a long thin neck, slender shoulders and skinny arms with small hands-nails short from nervous biting. His chest has no rippling abs or hard pekcs..its just his chest a young boys chest. And his legs are long and thin. He wears clothes that would classify him as a stereotypical nerd which isn’t too far off. He wears simple sneakers, with ankle high socks, and a little above knee length black shorts. He then wears a simple black belt, and a short sleeved white collard shirt. He usually has a small black messenger bag, filled with sci-fi books, comic books, mangas, and other sci-fi/fantasy apparel and literature.Objects: His messenger bag is filled with comic books, and the such. As well as a Nintendo DS, and some games. He has an old green bike he gets around on.Other: Max is a nerd, a very prideful nerd. He gets beaten up often but in his mind he is always saying they’ll get it..he’ll show them. Hiding his anger and engulfing his lonely life ins sci-fi and comic books, [Dreaming of having super powers and beating up the bullies] he has few friends. His only friends are other comic book collectors and those of the ‘nerd’ variety. He hides all of his anger and hold sit back, planning and planning for something that will never happen. They day when HE can be the guy that beats someone up, to be able to show EVERYONE how strong he is. To get a girlfriend and be a man to spit at the 15 yr old bullies faces.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Max slide across the lane the ball rolled slowly down and struck down 3 pins. He grumbled looking back to his 3 friends as they giggled at him. ”Shut up guys!…Its..it’s the lane that’s all..the floors too slippery..” His friends rolled their eyes as one stepped up grabbing a small 7 pound ‘kids’ ball and tossing it, striking down 5 pins. Max stared down at his bowling shoes, rented..stinky, smelly..he hated them. One side bright red the other electric orange and white checkered..ugly. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-The day had started like any other, he had woken up, showered, got dressed and hopped on his bike riding over to the local bowling alley to meet his friends as planned the night before. Using what little cash he had. He sucked at bowling and most of the time played games in the alleys arcade. It was about 12 noon, and they were planning on taking a break to eat their paper bagged lunches soon. Everything seemed normal, everything had quieted down after the first alarming absences of the main leaders. Max didn’t care much about it, politics didn’t entertain him. The day seemed so normal..people were a bit grouchy and in a weird mood but that could be expected, the current events in mind. Loud rock music blasted from the alley’s stereo system, it annoyed Max greatly. He didn’t care much for music, and the pounding drums and ripping guitar we’re not welcomed to his ears. He looked up sighing as he stood up, bowling shoes slipping along the wooden floor as he bent down to grab his ball again.
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Anna Molly™
Ice Breaker
My Devil danced with his Demon and the fiddler's tune is far from over.
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Post by Anna Molly™ on Aug 23, 2005 0:06:49 GMT -6
(OOC: Oy, I had most of this already written out on my computer [along with a Messenger system and AIM...>.<] but since I wanna get my bio completed, I'll just make a quickie post and be done for the night...) Name: Calypso Rosewood aka 'Misty' Age: 28 Sex: Female Appearance:Holding deep grey eyes, every so often they tend to sparkle with something indescribable, a window into the true her. Her lips are full, raven brows trimmed to perfection, light brown skin shiny and carrying the scent of cocoa butter. At 5'11'', she holds a slender/toned body from the vigorous workouts she undergoes, a cynical smile occasionally twisting her lips. Her hair seems short navy blue (think Selena from Underworld) with cotton candy blue streaks. In the back/bottom of her do is a messy ponytail falling a little past shoulder length. Has henna drawings on both hands, a tattoo in black script (Italian) on her lower back, and a piercing in her tongue Objects: A bluish black lighter neatly tucked in the center of her bra with two letters etched into the side. Other: She holds little morals and despises the whores and sluts that surround her, despite the fact she's one herself. At times sarcastic, she feels nothing but cynicism towards the world and has little to no friends. Rather, she prefers to call those she actually converses with ‘associates’. Knows she can never have what she truly desires so settles with the second best thing… *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Exiting the grand bedroom, Misty left her customer to his devices, calmly strolling down the neon lit hallway. She stopped at the last door to her right, gently shouldering open the door into the costume room. It doubled as an employee’s lounge, nearly all prostitutes gathering to take a break from the job. Moving aside a rack of dominatrix clothing, she walked barefoot over the blood red carpet to her personal locker. Taking out a few choice items, her eyes turned malicious at spotting her lighter on a rectangular burgundy table propped against the wall. Slamming the locker door hard, she whipped around to the second inhabitant of the room. “Who the fuck used my lighter?!?” The blonde, currently flipping through a Playboy magazine, removed one of her iPod R-mix earphones. Lowering the mag from her face, the blonde arched a light brown brow. She pouted her lips, blue eyes vivacious. “Do yourself a favor, pop a pill, and chill,” She rested the magazine to the sofa, throwing an endless wave of curls over her shoulder. “Nobody touched your damn lighter. Besides, you act as if you can’t get one at the fucking dollar store,” She stood up daintily, pink skirt matching perfectly with her white stilettos. The blonde skipped over to the mirror hovering near the burgundy table, smiling innocently. “So how was the screw?” Misty held up a finger, grey eyes having yet to lose their evil glow. Forcing away her building wave of anger, she chose not to speak, frantically taking out a pack of Camels. Shoving one of the cigs to her lips, she flicked the top of the lighter, orange flame lighting up the white/yellow stick. She took a drag, fury slowly fading away. Exhaling through her nose and lips, she pointed the cig in the blonde’s direction. “If you can get a lighter at the dollar store, then don’t use mine. And as for the screw,” She slapped her forehead, propping herself against the table. “I woulda been better off screwing a clueless virgin. At the very least they’d know they don’t know what they’re doing.” The blonde chuckled, folding her arms over her chest. “Ha!” She threw back her head, shoulders shaking from her laughter. “That bad? I mean, you didn’t even get off from it?” What do you think? Misty’s brow twitched slightly from the question. She took an impossibly long drag, letting the smoke cling to her lungs. A steady stream of smoke escaped the side of her lips, she making a confession. “I had to fake an orgasm, anything to get out of there,” She burnt out the cigarette in her palm, grimacing at the pain. Eyes emotionless, she glared to the blonde. “In other words, yes Cici, it was that bad and no, I didn’t get off from it. The only thing good that came from that experience is the cash and the fact that one of you whores will probably have to undergo the same experience.” She laughed demonically at the prospect, settling down with a devilish sneer. ‘It’s bitchy moves like that which get you all the horrible screwers and ill-doers,” Rhymed the blonde, effervescent spirit barely dampened from Misty’s name-calling. She shrugged, walking up to Misty. Cici glanced around, licking her lips in excitement. Putting their foreheads together, Cici grinned, voice riddled in conspiracy. “What did I tell you about calling me that? My name’s Candy and you know it. And while you got nothing from your screw, I got something that’d make even you turn that bitchy frown upside down.” She pulled from her bra a sealed plastic baggie, flashing its contents in front of the bemused Misty’s face. “Yo…” Misty’s eyes followed the movements of the bag. She attempted to snatch the bag away, it swiftly moving her from reach. She relaxed, drumming her painted black nails on the tabletop. “Can’t envy it if I don’t know what the hell it is…” Reading Cici’s lips as she mouthed the word, Misty widened her eyes in shock. “G Four-” She spoke the rest into the blonde’s palm, Cici’s hand tight over her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, Misty finally shaking her head in bewilderment. “Bull. You’d have to be-, I mean how could you-” “You know the right people, you do the right people, and most importantly, you screw the right people…er…over,” Exclaimed Cici triumphantly. She huddled the government grown pot to her chest, stroking the bag ecstatically. “I’ve done enough and deserve it. It’s all all all All ALL for me…” Her eyes began to water in her euphoria. A smile had threatened to break Misty’s features, her approaching cheeriness dying down as Cici’s last words registered. What the fuck?! She made a time out symbol, grinding her teeth. “Hold it, you’re not gonna share?” The blonde snorted, Misty rolling her eyes in disbelief. “Then why in the high holy hell did you tell me about it? What kind of shit is that?! Fucking bitch…” She turned her back to the woman, rummaging around in her Louis Vuitton purse. “I thought you’d be happy for me, didn’t think you’d want a hit!” Cici pouted at receiving only angry mumbling in return. She persisted in her effort to get Misty talking directly to her again. “Come on, don’t be this way…I mean, you’d have to be INSANE to share somethin’ as valuable as G-14. I mean Hash I could probably do, maybe even-” “White widow?” interrupted Misty. Her credit card was in her left hand, a bitter grey eye on Cici. Right hand tucked inside her bag, she said. “I’ll let the G-14 BS slide if you have at least that on you.” Cici danced over to her bag on the velvet sofa, searching the Gucci purse thoughtfully. “Don’t think I have white widow…I can probably do blueberry though. Or if you give me a day I can-” “Pass,” Misty wiped clean the white powder decorating her credit card, tucking it inside her back pocket. Concealing her lighter in the depths of her bra, she examined the line of white powder on the table, making sure she’d cut it properly. A smile curled the corner of her lips. “You can take your G-14 and be happy as shit. I’ll stick with what I have thank you very much.” She pressed in her left nostril, preparing to take a sniff. Cici turned aside in distaste, voice childishly sad. “Misty, you don’t listen. Stuff’s gonna end up killing you one day and you know it.” “Are you kidding?” Misty gazed to Cici, expression unreadable. She lost all traces of a smile, narrowing her eyes solemnly. “It’s one of the few things keeping me alive,” Tuning out Cici and the world around her, Misty sniffed the short line of coke, throwing back her head once complete. Closing her eyes as the drug went to work, she counted methodically to herself, smiling sheepishly as the ecstasy that should’ve hit her minutes ago struck her full force. Wave after wave of bliss hit her, an adrenaline rush coursing through her mind and body, senses on high, heart racing. She smiled in relief, unconsciously murmuring God repeatedly beneath her breath. “You’re addicted…” Cici shook her head in a brief wave of melancholy, knowing her words held no affect. She continued on, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re addicted and God will strike you down for the habit!” said the blonde, cheeks flushed in her emotion. “I resent that…” muttered Misty, coherent forms of speech coming together. She went over to the sole window in the room, the beauty of the afternoon turning into darkness sufficiently enhanced. She squeezed the thin beige curtains, briskly shutting off the light. “I am not addicted. Creepy…creepy…creepy thought. And,” She moved away from the window, shrugging skeptically. “You make it sound as if God is gonna send a meteor into the earth and blow us all to h-” Misty never got a chance to finish her sentence, or rather; she couldn’t, the bordello crumbling to the ground as the first of countless asteroids rained down from the ether to the unsuspecting earth below…. (OOC: Edited...and sorries... )
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Archangel
Ice Breaker
And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Aug 25, 2005 21:08:54 GMT -6
OOC: You want bizarre? Maybe this is too bizarre, I dunno. Talk to me and I could change it.
Name: ST-003, otherwise known as Katie Age: 4 Sex: Female Appearance: A small child, she looks to be about 2 years old, but is in actuality 4. Tiny, with little hands and feet, her body is still in its growing stage. She has light blonde hair, long for her size, and bright, piercing blue eyes. Her eyes are, in a word, spectacular. They seem to peer into your very soul, staring into your mind as if she was staring through a clear glass window. There's something intelligent about those eyes, something strangely...mature. Objects: Absolutely nothing. No clothes, no items, nothing at all. Other: You'll see. Just read the intro post....
IC: "Vital signs...normal. Drug response...normal. Reflexes...normal. Iris dilation...normal. All bodily functions appear normal, Doc."
The orderly stepped away from the little girl, waving to her in a playful mood. He was new...nobody expected anything more intelligent than that. He was greeted with a cold stare, a stare that caught him up in her eyes, and brought him to...somewhere else. Somewhere...alien. That stare...Katie's tiny blue eyes trapping him in prisms of light, stars shot across the high ceiling and the world turned about him as if he were the center of the universe. And he couldn't break himself from that stare.
When she finally looked away, he came back to himself, and realized he was still standing in the room, one hand raised in a playful wave. A second had passed, and it had seemed like an eternity. All in her baby blue eyes. The orderly walked out of the room, making sure the triple-locked door was closed behind him, and went off to his locker. There was a profound, deep expression on the man's face, and he seemed to consider many things and nothing at all, all at once. Later that night, after he went home, his wife would be forced to take him to the hospital for mixing sleeping pills and whiskey, where he'd have his stomach pumped just in time to save his life. It was just...that kind of stare.
The Doctor stood in the observation box, and made notes on his clipboard. "The rookie." he groaned to himself, all the while making notes on his board. He stood up straight as he finished, and placed a hand on the other orderly's shoulder. He and this other orderly, a veteran named Will who had worked with Katie for her entire life, were the only two left at this level of the testing facility. Most of the others had gone home for the night, leaving Will and the Doctor to finish up, and even the Doctor would leave soon, leaving only Will to watch over little Katie.
As he finished up his notes, the Doctor gave a smile at Will, and nodded towards the one-way mirror that led into Katie's small bedroom. "You'll call me right away if she starts vomiting again, right? And you remember what to do if the seizures start up?"
"Yes, yes Doc. I know, I know. I've done it all before. Now go home. Your wife probably misses you." Will chuckled, and the Doctor smiled, then slowly went to the door to Katie's room. He unlocked the triple seals, and leaned in, his head poking into the room.
"Goodnight Katie, be good, I'll be back tomorrow. And do me a favor...don't antagonize poor Will. He's got you all night, he doesn't need a fuss."
There was a lisping sound, and an eerie scratching that came from the small girl. He realized that it was another one of her scornful laughs, something her soft pallette couldn't exactly support. Then, the tiny lisping voice came to him, even as he held his head down, not daring to look directly into her eyes.
"Yessss Doctor. You know I'll be the bessst little girl in the whole world. Ok, I love you! Goodnight!"
And following that was more scornful, mocking laughter. She was obviously being facetious, and the Doctor knew it. He pulled back his head, smiling a resigned smile, and then left the complex. He had plenty to report on for the next morning.
Will sat in his little observation room, a magazine in his hands and light music strumming from the small boombox in the corner of the room. And the whole time, Katie looked up, and through the one-way mirror, as if she were watching him. And watching him closely.
Standing up, the tiny little girl made her way over to her bed, which was soft and covered in dancing ponies. The entire room was designed to be uplifting for a little girl trapped in one room most of her life, and it did NOT do its job. Ponies and unicorns danced over rainbows on one wall beside her puzzle toys, and a big happy hippopotamus cavorted on the other wall, by the toilet and sink, miniature of course. And of course, the requisite princess with long flowing blonde hair lay against the back wall, beckoning for her prince to come and save her from the tall tower. It was the princess that Katie most associated with. Trapped by those with greater power, unable to get free, chained in something as unbreakable as three layers of concrete interwoven with titanium. And waiting, waiting waiting, for the one day when her prince would come, and save her from this terrible prison. One day, when nothing would be as it had been, and she would leave this facility, and this room. One day, when she would be free.
She lay down on her bed, laying on her back. Relaxing all her muscles, she slipped into the prana-bindu trance, barely breathing, her heart beating only faintly. And in this trance, she began her exercises. She worked each muscle individually, twitching only the muscle to the left of her nose, then the one to the right. Twitching the muscle that pulled at the left side of her scalp...then the right. Going through her regimen, she lay quiet for hours upon hours, concentrating, lost in the trance, and exercising the only way she knew how.
(OOC: I know, creepy and probably not what you wanted for this RP. Give me a holler if you don't like it. I'll be willing to change stuff.)
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Post by Exiled on Aug 29, 2005 22:58:30 GMT -6
Name: Aeron Ross Cambell Age: 33 Sex: Male Appearance: Standing at 6’ 7” he is tall and lanky; his body is tightly bound with muscles, as if ready to snap at a moments notice. His body is a work of art, covered in a tattoo that winds up from his left leg, twisting around his chest, up to his right and left arm, where it proceeds up his neck, ending at the base of his skull. It is an intricate design of what appear to be demons angels, and monsters all caught in a battle, with a single white space between his shoulder blades. He has several long scars along his arms, legs, and back. His long dark hair is usually unkempt and messy, as he cares little for personal appearance and cares less for what people think of him. Objects: A simple plain chain necklace with a cross, given to him by his sister when he was a boy. Other: After the death of his sister he went insane, and was eventually locked up in a mental institution, in which he resides to this day.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Aeron paced across the bare room, like he did everyday. Mumbling to himself, he waited and waited. He felt it coming, the thing, even the other patients thought he was crazy when he brought it up, but soon they wouldn’t. And so he waited for whatever it was to come, to come for them all.
OOC: Finally, posted...:/
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Sanity
Ice Breaker
Squids
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Post by Sanity on Sept 21, 2005 20:06:46 GMT -6
A loud roaring filled the air, and a gigantic wave of heat, and nausea surged into the room. The floor shook and began to give way, there was a boom like Max had never heard and all noise was deafen out by the roaring sound of a gigantic slab of rock crashing into the strip mall next to the alley. People screamed, people fell down, theirs knee’s giving away. The lights flickered, Max was panicking his heart had stopped before a chunk of celestial rock crashed through the alley ceiling, sparks flying and Max sent into a wall a few 20 feet over. Everything went black, red spots covering his vision. The world was being turned into Swiss cheese, a seemingly endless wave of heat swept through the earth, crash after crash, little rocks, huge rocks..major cities destroyed in heaps of metal and concrete. People died instantly, chaos was beyond recognition in the earths seemingly final hours. A n explosion after an explosion, it was relentless and peoples ears bled, some would never hear again after being bashed over and over with the sound of meteorites crashing into suburban houses, and slamming into the ocean causing great tidal waves and tsunamis, that would in turn completely annihilate Japan, Hawaii and most of Australia. Further more, gas lines were opened and sparks from breaking electrical lines sent flames far and wide which traced all the way back to the power plant..burning bodies scattering the ground like ice after a hail storm. Plumes of ash and smoke were ejaculated into the atmosphere and covered the sky, bathing the world in an unreal gray darkness. The smell of death was potent and strong, and this strange nausea feeling was present through it all. And even though very little sunlight pierced the ash strewn sky, it was hot..like a mid summer afternoon. Everyone’s eyes were blinded as the nuke cellars in Wyoming were opened up and computer and electrical failure lit up the state in an array of mushroom clouds and flame. And who would of thought that these hellish asteroids would so upset nature, that volcanoes...long dormant exploded in uncanny wrath. And that the great Himalayas would shake and rattle, earthquakes spreading through the continent. Dam’s broke, flood waters rushed open and the sewage lines snapped in half. Pollution, disease and death were rampant. Screams of agony orchestrated the days following, but no one would come to those who’s bones bent in strange ways, no help would come to the weeping children searching for their mom and dads. Nobody would come to give you food, and fresh drinking water…the population of the world was cut into a fourth of its older mighty self. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Max awoke about 3 days after. Covered in dry wall materials, cracked wood, and rubble. Angry voices were around him, and his body ached everywhere. He felt as if he couldn’t breath as all the ash particles filled his lungs in his first awakening sigh. He looked around, confused and frightened. He could see some torn up, meaty looking men just across from him, huddled around another mans body. His head pounded, as he just noticed..like it was being smashed over and over with a large mallet. And that’s when he cried out grasping his swollen head..attracting the attention of the men. With big beefy arms, and strange facial expressions they rushed over to uncover him, grunting and groaning as they lifted the heavy blocks that covered the small boy. But not all were as enthusiastic to save him, one stood off, nearby watching clutching a dented shotgun that he had salvaged from the Sports shop nearby. ”We have no food and water as is, why another mouth to feed, why another body to look after?” The men only grunted, and a women near by..who was dressed in rags began to cry, a body of a small girl limp in her arms…
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Archangel
Ice Breaker
And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Sept 22, 2005 12:05:26 GMT -6
Katie woke from her prana-bindu trance by a hurried voice and a quick jolt. She was lifted off her bed as Will took her into his arms, holding her tightly. He was muttering and murmuring to himself, and Katie felt utter outrage. How dare he touch her like this!?! How dare he?!? He continued to run around the room, grabbing up some things and throwing them down, and then he took her running out of the room and into the little control booth, running around, touching this and putting it back, throwing that to the side and taking something else here and there. Katie, though, was furious, and confused, and began writhing in his grip.
"Let me down! Let me down, you imbecile!" She lisped at him, her childlike voice somehow coming out strong and commanding. "Let me go at once!"
Will stopped murmering to himself for an instant, and looked over at her, slung up by his shoulder as she was. She felt an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face, but resisted as he suddenly looked willing to speak. Quieting her yelling, she waited for him to talk.
"Katie, we have to get out of here. Something's happened, something bad, and people are panicking. There are riots and everything, and..."
Suddenly, the entire complex rocked, shaken to its core by something huge hitting it. Will, nearly thrown off his feet, staggered and held up the little girl, even as another crash rocked the complex. Which was odd, considering the complex was underground. An earthquake maybe? Or was it something more sinister? Katie didn't know, but for the first time in her life, she felt fear. True, horrible fear. She almost began to cry, and noticed Will was crying too, as the place shook again. Little rivulets of dust drifted down from the ceiling, and there were crashing sounds heard away off to the right, down the long hallway. And then, and then...the world fell apart.
With a crash and a boom louder than any beforehand, the entire room behind them, Katie's room decorated with ponies and unicorns and princesses, crashed into dust and oblivion. Will toppled forward, throwing himself out the door and into the hallway, even as the entire half of the room collapsed in on him. A ton of concrete and stone pressed its weight down on his legs, crushing them to bone meal and gobs of red meat, even as he threw Katie clear and into the hallway. She slammed her head on the floor, and blacked out, knowing no more. **************************************************** She woke up soon enough, and found herself in the harsh glare of an emergency light, battery operated and capable of lighting the hallway for approximately an hour and a half. Katie, her head aching and her body sore, struggled to sit up in the blaring light of that one emergency light. She swore softly under her breath, pissed and surly, and looked around her. That's when she noticed the predicament she was in.
The room behind her and her bedroom were crushed. Both had been completely demolished by the weight of the building above them crashing down into the lower levels. Somehow, the hallway was secure, as was another room off to the side, what looked like a laboratory. She just hoped the stairs were intact. Because without them...she'd be trapped down here, with no food, no water, and soon no light. And she would die just as Will had died, but much slower, and with much more suffering. She sighed as she looked over at his body. Only his upper half was visible, the rest of him crushed by the weight of tons of concrete, his dead body like half a retail store dummy sticking out into the hallway. He had spent his life to save hers, throwing her to safety even as he died. It had been heroic, she knew it, and she felt it hit her heart.
Standing up, she walked carefully over to the man. She fell to her knees beside his head, and reached down with one hand. Gently, she ran her fingers through his hair, and a single tear, perfectly formed and reflecting the blue of her eyes, dropped to the dirty, rubble-strewn floor.
"Thank you." She whispered, although she wasn't sure whether his life-giving effort had really saved her, or had punished her with a wasting death. But he had done it for noble causes.
Getting back to her feet, she stumbled off down the hallway, heading for the stairs. They were three stories underground, so she couldn't just walk out a door. This lab was a secret place, its research unknown, and she didn't think that things would have been left just...open. She reached the stairs, and saw that they were intact. At least for a little while. Scrambling her little body up the long flight of stairs, she reached the subbasement. And then, up some more stairs, to the basement. But that was as far as she could go. To her dismay, she found the stairs to the ground level were destroyed, ripped apart. She could go no farther.
Sighing a deep, mature sigh, she looked around the basement, searching for a way up. She found an elevator, but it obviously wouldn't work. The entire south end of the building was completely collapsed, right down to where her room used to be, and she couldn't even get to that side of the building. Plus, the emergency lights on in the basement wouldn't be on for much longer. Soon, they would flicker and die, and she would be left in the darkness. She had to find a way out of here, and soon. Or she would die, alone and in the dark, without any help....
(OOC: That's enough for now. More later)
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Sanity
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Post by Sanity on Sept 24, 2005 15:41:14 GMT -6
Max let out a sigh of relief as the last chunks of debris were lifted off of him, and he stood up slowly. Knee’s shaking, legs giving out under him..and he fell. He got up again, looking around at the group around him. Maybe 6 total, how many were in the alley, or in the shopping strip before? He cringed as he moved his arms and hands back and forth, rotating them in their sockets, his whole body was stiff and sore. There was a cut on his head, and dried blood was plastered in his hair and down his left cheek. He sniffled as that one large, brute of a man glared at him again and snarled. ”We don’t know when the beast will be back again, we better prepare or find a sacrifice or something.”. One of the other men spoke up. ”Sacrifice, are you mad?!?!”. Everyone knew that answer already, everyone was a little mad..a little off a little…crazy. Screams seemed to fill the air from different directions, and Max cringed at each one. He looked around still gasping in this polluted dust ridden air.”W-w-hat happened? What’s going on?” His head spin, and his vision was blurry. All of them gave him a pitiful look ”Asteroids, lots of them..and then just things. Its unexplainable, everything destroyed. Nothings right. There’s like these weird animals, and people are different. I-I-can’t explain it, its terrible.” Max merely nodded, now noticing the large craters in the area around him, and the large boulder like pieces of rock and metal that was lodged into buildings about him. And as his vision cleared and he saw the destruction, the buildings still set ablaze, the crisp sound of sparks and gasps of air released in the burning wood. The dribbling sound of water leaking out of the pipes of various buildings, the stench of the sewage and waste he was standing in. He felt his stomach churn, the dead child in the woman’s arms, the man clutching his arm, which looked already broken off, the bone clearly seen..and the way people looked at him..hopless. He doubled over and choked up the meal he had eaten with his friends. He felt sick, and awful, all these feelings flowing through him. Tears began to streak down his cheeks and runs through the dried blood dripping down to the ground. No body came to aid him, no one came to calm him. There was no one, everyone was on their own. And his parents, oh fuck his parents where were they? And how were they? Max screamed out hands clenching his burning cheeks, and he fell t o his knee’s ”What the FUCK is going on?!?” He felt anger, and sadness..this burning pain in his gut. He could feel it spreading through his veins, and his muscles seemed to flex on their own. He grimaced and stood up, tears still painted across his face as he looked around, a feeling of hatred pulsating inside of him. He knew it was unfair, everyone was just as bad as he was, he knew it was stupid but he picked up the object closest to him. A Charred black piece of wood. He growled and smashed it as hard as he could against the nearest crumbling wall, venting his anger through it. The wall blew into chunks, pieces cracking and tumbling g out yards away. And he looked down, amazed, stunned and awed at his own work. And everyone else seemed to stop and look as well, where once a wall had been now only remains, shattered broken. He looked down at his club, noticing now the bazaar orange like glow emitting from it..and..that it wasn’t a club at all but a bat. A simple, large wooden bat. Probably from the sports store near by. He stared at it, amazed by the weapon, and then at the wall. Had he grown stronger? Or was the wall just that weak? His thoughts couldn’t finish as screams and loud shouting spread among the group.”Its here! Everyone get ready! Its coming from the right LOOK!” There was loud gun blasts, from multiple different types of arms. The large angry man, took his shotgun and was completely unloading it at the furthest wall, as many others took aim with rifles and handguns. From the wall came roaring a mighty sound, and crashing through it was something Max had never seen…it was like a horse, tall and broad shouldered and on all fours..but it had a thick mammoth like coat and a twisting, curling cat like tail. Its mouth was long and narrow and it held a row of sharp needle like teeth in the front. It bucked and screeched at the group ramming into one of the man, and stomping on him, teeth snapping at his neck, it was obviously looking for food and was just as confused as the people. They shot and shot and shot, all un-used to handling weaponry, but some bullets hit and blood sprayed along the ground and the beast eventually fell, whimpering and crying, hoof like feet stamping at the ground as his body writhed.”What the hell is THAT?!?” Max cried out, staring at it as the men huddled around it, one aiming and firing off a few shots into its head before he ran out of ammo and tossed the now useless gun aside. Nobody knew, everyone just shook their heads and said that it had attacked them a few times, dragging off a younger girl once. Max sighed, and they told him more and more of what was happening, and what exactly was going on. It was all so terrifying, and grim. He spent his time, gasping trying to get used to the dry crusty air, and gulping down murky dirty water, that they got from the broken pipe from the alley’s bathrooms.
”What about others? Shouldn’t we be out trying to find more survivors?”. He had finally come to understand that people were dead, a lot of people. And his friends and family which he hadn’t seen..were most likely..dead. No one wanted to really search for more, they all grumbled and turned acting or trying to act as if they hadn’t heard him. And so he walked, still holding that bazaar bat, going among the ruins of what used to be his beloved town. His head still throbbed and the cut on his arm, didn’t seem to be healing what with all the movement he put it through. He sighed and remembered of the small medical/scientific building down, across from the strip..awkwardly placed on its own road and away from everything else. Secluded partly by high tree’s and high fences. He had never entered, he had never been allowed, could never sneak in to see what type of experiments they did there. And so now, he trudged along the remains, looking mostly for some sort of life, hoping a famous scientist would be there to examine him and make everything alright…he was foolish.
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Archangel
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And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Sept 24, 2005 20:36:37 GMT -6
The lights had gone out. They had been out for nearly an hour now, or as close to an hour as Katie could guess. And so, not knowing if it was dark outside or if there simply was no way out, she had gone to a corner of the room and fallen asleep. Curled up in a little ball, alone in the darkness, she slept on and on.
In a few hours, however, she began to notice something. It was getting lighter in the room she was in. She stood up, stretching her tired muscles, and she found she could actually see her hands. Not everyone would have noticed the increase in light. It was tiny, compared to what humans normally notice as an increase. But it was enough for her strangely mature nerves and her innocent, fresh eyes to see. She very carefully followed the light to where it was strongest, making her way very carefully through the rubble-strewn basement. As she entered what she assumed to be an old conference room, she looked up, and saw where the light was coming from. It was a tiny gap in the wall, right by where the building had collapsed into itself. Full of rubble and debris, the hole was just about the size of her hand. But coming from it was the cool air and the tiny bit of sunlight that signified something very important to the little girl. Freedom.
She climbed up the broken-down wall of the conference room until she reached the top. She began to pull at the rubble and debris there around the hole. Her muscles, however, were small and weak compared to an adults. She barely got a couple pieces of rock out of the way before she was panting and her muscles burning. Climbing back down, she used the tiny source of light to look around the room. It was getting brighter all the time as the sun rose, and that was definitely a welcome sight. Stepping through a doorway off to the side of the conference room, she found a break room. Looking around the break room, she found a box that crackled with things and a sink that still seemed to work. As she took the box back into the room with the sunlight, she could see that it was full of snack items, chips and pretzels mostly. So she had water, and some food. This may take a while.
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It took two days. She worked every day, from sun up to sun down, pulling at the rocks and debris around the hole. Her little muscles were well trained, for a 4 year old, but she was just too weak to be of much use. However, near the end, she found that it got a little easier each time she went to move something. As if she was getting a little bit stronger as time went along. But by the end of two days, she was exhausted physically, sick of the darkness, and hungry for something other than chips. And by the end of those two days, the sky was about open to her, and she was feeling the fresh breeze on her face.
Taking a deep drink of water from the faucet in the break room, she made her way back up the crumbled wall, and into the little hole she had dug into a big hole, which had in the end turned into a small tunnel. She reached the end of it, and saw that the hole was just a little too small for her tiny body. Digging the last few inches off of the hole, she finally could do it. Squeezing through, very very carefully, she pulled herself through the hole and out into the sunlight. It nearly blinded her, the bright sunlight, and she looked around a bit, trying to gauge what had happened and what was going on in the world that she had never been a part of. Because this was her first time ever stepping out of the lab, her first time in the world of humans and their city life. And what greeted her was not a pretty picture.
The city was destroyed. She had no idea what it had looked like beforehand, because she had never been there. But now...now there were craters everywhere. Huge ones, small ones, pockmarks and gouges. The building she had been raised in, the scientific lab she had grown up in for the short four years of her life, was one half crater, the other half crumbling foundation. Nothing rose above a single story high for as far as her eye could see, except for a few scattered trees that had somehow resisted the meteors. The place was strewn with rubble, and there was wreckage everywhere. And it was all strangely silent.
She began to walk, unsure where she would go or what she would do. There didn't seem to be anyone around. She forced herself to think logically, looking around, absorbing data and using it to feed her thought processes. There had been a catastrophe. Will had said things about panicking and riots. Meteors had fallen to the ground and destroyed the city, and this probably wasn't the only city affected. Prime computation: most of the world's population was dead. Unless this was only a freak chance, which she seriously doubted, then there wouldn't be many people left alive.
Then, finally, she saw someone. It looked like a young boy, but considering the only time she had ever seen a young boy was in an anatomy textbook, she wasn't sure if he was normal or not, and she couldn't guess his age. Not that it mattered. He was somebody, and somebody was better than nobody. He was walking along, almost forlornly, looking at the medical buildings with hope and a little bit of fear. Most likely, he was looking for someone too. Katie decided it would be best to go and see him, to talk with him and discover if he knew anything. So, on her stubby little 4 year old legs, she walked quickly towards him.
As Max saw her, he probably wouldn't know what to think. She didn't know it, but she was most certainly not normal. Although four years old, she looked two, and talked 40. Her entire demeanor was one of pride and knowledge. She walked with a sense of character, not with the innocence of childhood. She seemed possessed of a certain glint in the eyes and a certain frown on her face that displayed her complete lack of innocence, her strange maturity. She was not a normal child. She reached the boy, and suddenly found she didn't know what to say. The only people she had ever talked to in her life had been adults, and not only that, but doctors, orderlies, nurses. Scholars. She wasn't sure how to address a normal person, wasn't sure if she should act innocent and try to deceive him, or just go with what she had. She decided that to act innocent was to be weak, and strength was her only option. And so, she spoke.
"What happened here? Why is everything destroyed? Do you know where there are others? Do you know if there's any food or water nearby? Can you help me?"
She spoke with a sort of proud haughtiness to her voice, almost imperially, as if she expected answers immediately. And her eyes fastened tightly on the boy, waiting for the answers to her questions.
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demented
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Post by demented on Sept 26, 2005 11:06:42 GMT -6
Name: Jade Chang Age: 18 Sex: Female Appearance: Jade is about 5'4, 120 Ibs, with blue hair and a bad attitude. Her neon blue hair is spiked in the back, and comes to two long "fangs" as she calls them in the front which reach just under her chin. She has long bangs that swoop over one of her her eyes, and platinum blonde and neon purple streaks strewn about her head. Jade is Japanese, and sports the Japanese street style clothing. Loud prints, crazy layering, bizarre colors are all the norm for her. She can usually be seen with an MP3 player in her ears, thick lines of black eyeliner and a sour expression. She is skinny, but not overly so, with B sized breasts and a toned body. While she is into death metal, she chooses not to look like a "Skinny-ass-punk" and has Jiu-Jitsu classes three times a week. This is something she does not divulge to the public, however. Objects: MP3 player, a tote bag with the usual necessities, and she can sometimes be seen with a wooden bokken Other: Jade's mother was a slutty teen who got herself impregnated by the wrong man. Jade would have been aborted, but the doctors refused to do it so late in the pregnancy. So, Jades mother birthed her, put her up for adoption, and that was the end of her problems. Jades problems though, were just beginning. She was shuffled from foster home to foster home, from one bad situation from the other. Out of the frying pan, into the fire. When Jade turned 18 at the beginning of the year, she was quick to move out, find a crappy apartment which she shared with two messy males, and a job at the local teen hot spot called "The Safe." The Safe is an old bank, converted with some paint, a stage, and a decent sound system, into the underground concert hall for all those bands you probably have never heard of.
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"For crying out loud Pete, can't you just go get the cords yourself?" Jade growled through gritted teeth, her neon green combat boots threatening to find their way up her co-workers ass.
"Jade, can't you see I'm fucking busy? I have to get Undying Anthem ready for their set in an hour. Go to the main safe and get me the fucking extension cords okay?" Said Pete, the man in charge of the sound booth and setting up the stage. Even though he wasn't technically her boss, she still had to answer to him, something Jade disliked immensely. "Oh don't get your fishnets and neon pink thong in a bundle, it will take you two minutes at most. I'm almost positive they are in the paint splattered box under the orange shelf unit. Now go!"
With one last evil glint in her chocolate eyes, Jade turned on her heel and made her way to the main safe, which was almost untouched since the transformation of the bank. There was still a special keycard you had to have to gain access. Jade pulled off her pictured staff laryat, swiping the card through the slot and unlocking the safe. They had used this for all the VIP's in the bank, but right now it was a storage closet. The owner of The Safe, Marci, a grungy hippie type with no real eye for buisness, had big plans for a band and employee hang out spot for this safe, but that meant money, something she was a little short on lately.
Jade groped the wall beside her for a lightswitch, but some idiot left a box directly in her path. She stumbled and felt something tear on her leg. "Mother of God..." she muttered, and finally found the switch. With a glance to her knee, she saw her favorite red fishnets torn slightly, a hole the size of a quarter on her right leg, just below her knee where her combat boots stopped. Jade swore loudly and stomped around the room looking for the paint splattered box. She wore a white wife beater tank top which had neon green polka dots the size of a fist on them, one in every three with a skull printed on the inside. An orange spandex mini skirt was the only thing covering her bottom half, that and her now torn fishnets. A spiked necklage and a crazy assortment of mixed and matched bracelets covered her arms, easily 20 on each arm. Jade had even gone so far to put on purple eyeliner and mascara, loads of it framing her eyes and coming to a cat-like end on each side. Pete had told her she resembled an Egyptian Mummy with her makeup like that, to which she grinned impishly and told him that was the exact look she was going for. Neon green eyeshadow and a black star sticker in the bottum corner of her left eye finished her ensamble.
Jade had been down there, locked in the safe for ten minutes searching for the extension cords when the first asteroid hit. while locked inside the vault she could only feel a small shaking, but it was enough to make her slightly worried. She was just about to open the safe when a large chunk off one of the asteroids crashed into the other half of the building, the ground shaking so hard it knocked Jade right off her feet and backwards, falling on her ass and hitting her head on a tool box, managing to knock her out.
Two days later.
The Japanese girl awoke with a start, she sat up quickly, and immediately regretted doing so. Her head ached, and she put a hand to the back of it, fingers lacing with her hair, feeling chunks of dried blood coming from a gash from the corner of the tool box. "Oh Mother..." she muttered, and coughed up some dust. She lay back down, groaning, her body aching, but the most severe pain exploding through her head. It took Jade about 10 minutes of lying there to finally open her eyes, and what she saw took another 20 to register in her brain.
The street she was on was almost completely demolished. Water leaked down the street from the water tower that was a mile away, the buildings crumbling, almost nothing but a few lone walls stood. One building was almost completely in tact, but was charred and burning even as she looked at it now. She was covered in boxes that fell from the shelves surrounding her, three of the four walls of the safe still standing, only one corner of the ceiling left, the corner she just happened to fall under. The walls were crumbled, twisted, and the vault door had fallen into what used to be the entry way to "The Safe." Jades eyes got so wide, they threatened to burst from her head, the sheer luck that the door did not collapse inward, and on top of her, was enough to send ones mind realing, but she also had seen the streets, the torn up, burning wasteland that lay before her. The black horizon stretching endlessly. It was something from a Twilight Zone episode she had seen once when she was little. The man from the bank fell asleep reading in the vault and survived the nuclear attack.
Was this a nuclear attack? Jade thought frantically. She pushed aside the boxes that were on top of her, the electrical cords she was sent to find spilling out of one. If her brain could form a curse, she would have said one then, but it couldn't, so she simply moved them off of her. There was a large gash on her right knee that looked like it needed stitches, and a few minor cuts on her arms and neck, her shirt was torn across her stomach and the hair on the back of her head was matted together with dried blood, but none of that mattered now, all that mattered was that she was alive, and she was alone. She had to find someone else. Someone who could confirm that she was not the only living being on the Earth as she feared, someone who could tell her what the fuck was going on.
Jade tore out of the building and took off down the street, running nowhere in particular, just running. She tripped once, and got the gash in her knee dirty and scraped her hands, but she didn't care. She stood right back up and kept running. She ran for five minutes before she saw the strangest sight. It was both comforting, strange, and disheartening at the same time. She stopped dead in her tracks. Jade saw a pre-teen boy, and a toddler standing in the rubble.
"Oh God, I'm going to have to be a fucking mother." was the first thing she thought. Then she grimaced and walked the three yards between her and the two, her eyes untrusting and her expression sour.
"Uhm. What the hell happened here?"
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Sanity
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Post by Sanity on Sept 29, 2005 20:55:06 GMT -6
Max looked up suddenly, he heard the crumbling of rocks and saw first a hand..and then a little head crawl from a hole in the rubble. He took a step back looking to her in wide, surprised eyes as a naked..seemingly 4 years or younger girl came up to him, acting in all ways proper and in no ways overwhelmed and hopeless like the rest of the inhabitants of the world. He stammered and spoke up as she talked to him..as if an adult..as if not a child at all! ”What the rest have told me is..that lots of meteors hit us, devastated us. There’s some water down a few blocks..a bit mucky but its alright. And food?” He just noticed how hungry he was..how long had it been since his last meal? ”I don’t know..I’ll have to ask the others…” He felt he had responsibility ..here this little girl asked him for help of all people. He felt older, protective and distinctive as he quickly pulled his sweater from his own body and handed it o her with a warm smile ”You must be cold….here, I don’t mind..atleast its something” He turned, hearing another approaching, his eyes widened as he looked her over. Make up, stalking, and a mini skirt. His jaw about dropped and he fumbled with his tongue a boyish rose rising to his cheeks as he turned from the younger girl, trying to look tall, trying to act..older? He looked at her awkwardly and his eyes found themselves staring at the ground. ”Meteorites hit the earth apparently..no communications from the outside..might be world wide…everything’s really…mess-fucked up!” He cursed..tried to be cooler, tried to be older…forgot there was young ears and immediately wished he hadn’t as he glanced back to the younger girl…mixed emotions swirling about him. Sadness, hopelessness, attraction and..a bazaar older brother protectiveness? He frowned slightly eyes glancing all along the rubble of the complex. He didn’t have the answers they wanted he himself didn’t know, here he was being looked up to for answers and was failing.
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Archangel
Ice Breaker
And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Sept 29, 2005 23:58:47 GMT -6
Katie accepted the sweatshirt with a strange look in her eye, and slipped it on. She had only worn clothing once or twice in her life. They usually kept her naked, because for testing purposes it was easier and more efficient. She had always wondered why everyone else seemed to be covered up, and yet she had always stayed unclothed. She had assumed it was a status symbol, and yet here were two people of the outside world, and they wore clothes as if it was normal. Her mind whirred in its logical order as she looked over the two, and before an eyeblink had even passed she reached a simple prime computation: clothes were normal, nakedness was unnerving to these outsiders. So...she would wear the sweatshirt, not out of modesty, but simply because they were a bit embarrassed about her being unclothed. She could see it in their eyes. The sweatshirt was huge on her tiny body, literally a dress, and she slipped it on and hugged it to her body.
"Metorites? Impossible. The sheer amount of meteorites of correct size and density to strike the Earth and do this much damage would be astronomically large, much too large for this to be unexpected. Logically, it doesn't make any sense."
She began mulling over the possibilities, her logical mind working with limited data. She was not a genius, at least, she didn't possess unlimited amounts of information and incredible book knowledge. What she did possess, however, was a very logical, mature mind, one that thought like an adult's would think and functioned as an adult's would function. She could process information that she was given in a logical, mature manner, and come up with things that made sense. But this...this didn't make sense. Literally hundreds of thousands of tons of asteroids had somehow slammed into the Earth, destroying a large majority of the population? Not possible. It must be a local thing, a fluke accident of the cosmos. That was it...just a space accident.
She turned back to the two, and before the girl could say anything, Katie intruded a bit.
"Logically, it doesn't make sense that the entire Earth would be destroyed by these meteorites. This must be a local incident. It's been at least 2 and a half days since the accident. I'm surprised we haven't seen any outside authorities coming in. Have either of you seen any?"
She spoke with her slight lisp (OOC: which I'll omit, because it makes things look weird. Just imagine a lisp. LOL) and a serious voice, and it did not strike her as odd at all for such a young girl to be talking in this manner. In fact, it seemed normal for her. But the way the others looked at her, the open-mouthed expressions and the wide wide eyes, she could detect something was wrong. Looking a tad uncomfortable, and feeling a little more angry about being put in such an awkward position, she spoke.
"What? What's wrong? Do you have a problem?" She didn't address either of them specifically, it was a general question.
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Post by dowan on Sept 30, 2005 9:04:07 GMT -6
Name: Matthew Heart Age: 19 Sex: Male Appearance: clinically-cynical.com/seeu/seeu6.jpg Black hair, charcoal eyes (with a tinge of the bright chocolate brown they once were), and a pale complexion. Objects: ? Other: At a young age, Matthew Heart was afflicted with a mental illness known as Xiox. But back then, scientists knew nothing about this disease, and he suffered. The voices in his head tortured him, all day long, all night long, dreams became reality, and reality became dreams. His thinking was reprogrammed, every memory systematically destroyed. He had recurring nightmares of horrid things. Things kids shouldn't be forced to see. And soon, he was doubting whether his family was real, or a sick joke. He began thinking they all had ulterior motives, every single one of them, all life on this pathetic world. He began hating, forgetting the joys of friendship, love, and trust. And then at the age of 15, after attempting to kill his Dad by stabbing a butcher knife through his face, the therapist was put into a coma by young Matthew's fist connecting with her abdomen. He proceeded to kick the shit out of her, all the while screaming at his parents, who were in the same room. He was tried as a suspect, but since there was no proof, and his parents said they didn't witness it, he got off scotch free. So basically a retard, his family locked him up in his room all day, untill the miraculous news came. The scientists had found a cure for Xiox. Handcuffing their son, Mr. and Mrs. Heart dragged him to a hospital, where he experienced a 16 hour-long surgery, a successful surgery. But then they delivered the bad news. The crooked docters stated that their son could never get back his lost cells. Shortly after, those same docters fled the country. And so, trying to ease their son back into society, they failed. On Matthew Heart's birthday, he took a knife to his Father's throat, in his sleep, and slit it effortlessly. He then choked his mother. Moving on, he let his Sister suffer. He never liked the bitch. She was awake when a knife tore through her insides. Ah yes, his brother. Awoke him with a quick jab to the groin, and a knife through his mouth. He watched him bleed to death. And for Matthew, the sun shone down on his blood drenched form the next morning. He felt he had been reborn. He now remembered everything, and regretted doing what he did. But it was too late. Everyone who cared for him was dead. And soon he was on his stomach, SWAT members swarming him. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= February 6th"GUILTY!"Matthew Heart didn't say anything. He simply stared. He had no money. Even if he did, did he really care enough to buy his own lawyer? And with that, he was handcuffed, and dragged away by security. They then hauled him off to a maximum security prison. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= February 25th"We're losing him, Adam." Patricia Williams said without much enthusiasm. Dr. Adam shot his wife a look of disgust, and went back to the task of sewing Matthew Heart's tongue. Why won't you let me save you, kid... Sweat dripped off his face. He had been going at this for hours. Whenever he had a good thing going, Matthew would just bite his tongue again. "Apply more pressure. His body is rejecting help." The guards grumbled, and did as they were ordered, holding the man down. His wife took the blood soaked rag from Matthew's mouth, trying to stop the blood loss, and applied another. She threw a cloth in a bucket of ice cold water, and began dabbing it on the man's forehead. Bleep! Adam looked to the IV that had been pumping blood into Matthew's body. No more. "WE NEED MORE UNIVERSAL BLOOD TYPE PRONTO!" He shouted to his medical team. They apparently didn't hear him. That, or didn't care. "Should just let him die." An intern shrugged. If Adam wasn't busy, he would of kicked his ass right there, but he was. "I DON'T EVER WANT TO HEAR ONE OF YOU SAY THAT! NOW GET ME SOME FUCKING TRANSFUSION! THIS LIFE IS AS IMPORTANT AS EVERY OTHER LIFE OUT THERE! WE ALL DESERVE A DAMN CHANCE!" That knocked some sense into them. But not much. One blonde woman took off, and he sighed in relief. When she returned, she fixed the bag, and Dr. Adam completed his surgery. Matthew Heart succumbed to unconciousness, but not before offering his savior a look of hatred. His tongue was now protected, as Patricia slipped a special gauze into his mouth, preventing his teeth from biting down. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= March 2nd "With all due respect, Alex, I really don't think he needs to be transferred to such a... harsh asylum like Thunderball." The fat looking man in the executive chair, behind an executive desk, tapped his pen against the malemine surface. He offered a blank stare at the good docter. "And with all due respect, Dr. Adam, you are here to look over his condition; nothing more, nothing less. Now why don't we attend to our respected responsibitilies, hm?" The fat man didn't even so much as flinch when Adam threw his hands on the desk, and leaned in. "Listen, I've seen how you operate. I'm in this line of work to save lives. Not cause deaths. No offense, but when I am doing my rounds, and I hear a young girl screaming to 'get off me', it makes me a tad suspicious." The fat man let out a hefty sigh, bored with the whole ordeal. "It is really none of your concern, Adam. I know we've known eachother for years, but I would not so much as bat an eyelid if I found you on the news tomorrow, dead in some gutter. And that's all there is to say on the subject." The fat man watched as the good docter started walking off. He delivered a final message, before kicking the door open, and banging it shut. "And know this; my friend is dead to me. From now on, Alexandros Constantinescu doesn't exist. I quit. Do whatever you want." Taking out a rich ciguar, Alex popped it in his mouth, and lit it. He took an intoxicating drag, and puffs of smoke were exhaled. "What made you think I was going to do otherwise?" He raised a brow at the empty office. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= March 23rdMatthew Heart lay, naked, on an examination table, surrounded by men in white lab coats. "Anatomy showing signs of promise... breasts are enlarging... nipples are perking up... pussy is showing... seems like it works." One of the many faces said. Another checked an LCD screen, typing away briefly. "Ah, but you are missing something, dear John; look here." They all crowded around the old man. "His DNA is running rampant..."The young man on the table heard otherwise under the weak anesthesia. "His body is rejecting..." "...our drug, and it's going to be fatal...""EVERY LIFE HAS A CHANCE!"[/i] "...This mutation will kill him, and it won't matter, because we were permitted to play with him. Ah well. Guess we have the go-ahead to market the drug."=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= 6.1.09Blinding light shining down on him, Matthew Heart sat in a padded room, hugging his knees, and rocking back and forth. Sure, Xiox was out of his system. Sure, he was fine. But not like this. Not like this. Not like this... not like this... not like this... He kept thinking it over, and over, and over. He muttered barely audible things, prayers that his family would come back to him, and free him from this hell-hole. This horrible place where he was forced through tests, forced through drugs, forced through a life of being both genders. He didn't know why he had breasts, why he had a pussy, why he looked feminine. But they brought bad things. Things he was forced through each and everyday by these damn guards. Everyday they would think up things to torture him with, and he could still feel the burning between his legs. Feel the cuts adorning his lower region bleeding fresh tears. But by now, he actually felt excited when he saw a person enter. And he actually felt like pleasing them. By pleasing them, he pleased himself. And that was good. That's when he heard the creak of his cell door open, and a man walked in, clad in black clothing. He looked up, no emotion in his features, no smile, no frown, no nothing. He simply stood, his cloak falling to the padded floor, his genetically altered body now exposed to the probing eyes of the guard. Then he was thrown against the padded wall, and heard the guard's trousers fall. That's when the first asteroid hit, and Thunderball asylum shook as if on an axel. The guard looked around. He was completely shocked, until the rocks crashed against the world relentlessly. The guard, and Matthew Heart were knocked unconcious. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= Darkness...
...But why was it such a strange feeling? I have known darkness all my life, and with darkness, I have felt chilling cold. But now... I feel... warm? Warmth? But why is my darkness offering warmth? And what is that light? There is no light in darkness! Is this some sick joke!? Is this another test of the mad men!? Where am I? Should I... run towards the light? Yes! I run, and more light pierces through this choking darkness. I run, and more warmth is offered. I only pray it is because of my own senses...A body of a guard was thrown from the rubble, as the Thunderball ruins parted. A lone figure stood amongst the debris, naked, and panting. Matthew Heart looked at what his home for the last few years had become, and at the craters that seemed to litter the area, and at the smoking piles of debris along the horizon. All of this felt so... strange. He had been holed up for so long, and now, he was free? Now he could feel the sun beating down on him? But yet, for miles, was destruction. Had it always been like this? What was that earthquake? So many questions, and yet Matt didn't have the answers to any of them. He cradled his head, seemingly in pain, and crumpled over. And all the heartache that was so built up, flooded the gates of Matt's subconcious. They, all at once, barraged his senses, and he was left sobbing, screaming, anything to let out his agony, for god knows how long, a lost soul. =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He had decided he wanted to live. What justice was he doing to just, stay here, crying like a baby? He had slaughtered his family, and commited countless acts of violence against humanity. And so, with this fresh in his mind, Matthew Heart stripped the guard of his clothing - black t-shirt, with vest, tight black trousers (with alot of pockets), heavy duty black boots, fingerless black gloves - and his weapons. It had been so long since he had dressed himself. When he did need to dress, a few guards came in, and while using him for their own satisfaction, slapped the clothing on him in a very half-assed way. Or he just wore a very loose, skimpy cloak. But now that he was dressing himself, figuring it out all over again, he found it a fun endeavour. Except when he had to put on the shirt, and vest. Ouch... Without a bra, that had been very painful. He was just thankful that this guy wore underwear. "How... do those... men wear... this? It's itchy... and smelly... and sweaty... and..." He shuddered, disgusted both at the clothes, and how his voice was so very weak, and scratchy, from not using speech. Sure, he nodded in satisfaction at the way he looked, but that didn't take from how uncomfortable this suit was. But pickers couldn't be choosers. He picked up the helmet all guards of Thunderball wore, gave it a sniff, and tossed it in disgust. So maybe they could choose. And so, armed with a shotgun, Matt walked off of the Thunderball grounds, and towards the city.
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demented
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Post by demented on Sept 30, 2005 9:35:12 GMT -6
Jade was stunned speechless at the oddity that was the two kids in front of her. She looked from them, back and forth, unsure what to comment on first. Finally she looked to the male, nodding her head in the toddlers direction. "She belong to you?" He simply shook his head. "Bizarro..." Jade coughed, attempting to straighten her shirt out, but the slash across her belly left the bottum half of it dangling. She sighed and ripped it off, forming a belly baring half tank top. "Man and this was my favorite shirt..." She muttered to herself. Finally she looked back to the young girl and asked the questions she was sure were on everyones mind.
"Okay, uhm, hi. My name is Jade." She started, crouched down to be at the childs level. "Where are your parents? Where did you come from? What is your name? How old are you?" Jade said quite fast before realizing the poor kid must think she was on twenty questions. "Uhm, I'm sorry... We'll get you to safety okay?"
Jade talked to the girl as she would any other small child in need of assurance, ignoring the fact that she talked as if she were in her late forties. Shit this day gets weirder and weirder....
Jade stood back up and looked to the other kid, extending her hand in a rare form of politeness. "Like I said, the names Jade. And as for the athorities, I just woke up from bashing my head against a fu-- er freaking tool box... so you are the first people I've seen. Are there any others? Alive... I mean..."
OOC: Omg Mike! I just remembered who your character reminds me of! My neighbor Lexie! She is super small, about 5 years old and talks like she is the owner of all things. We always tell her to remember us when she becomes queen. I mean seriously, you should hear the things that come out of her mouth. It's crazy.
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Archangel
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And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Sept 30, 2005 19:52:58 GMT -6
Where are your parents? What's your name? How old are you? What did this girl think she was, an infant? On reflection, Katie realized that she did look quite a bit like an infant. However, she did not speak like it, or act like it. And she felt insulted whenever people talked down to her. The new orderlies had done it all the time, and it royally pissed her off. She gave Jade a cold, calculating stare, and then spoke in her lisping, sarcastic voice.
"Oh mommy, I's so glad you here! I been so e-scade, mommy! So e-scade..." and here her voice turned ice cold, "of bumbling bitches like you. You fucking moron. Save your insulting talk for someone who gives a damn."
She gave the girl an extremely icy stare, her eyes glaring and her mouth set in a firm, unforgiving line.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, and let's get to the problem at hand here. We need food, we need water, and we need shelter until the authorities from outside find us. Got that, toots? Let's get moving, unless you want to sit here and play "mommy" all day."
She wasn't sure about words like "fuck" and "damn", but from what she'd heard from the orderlies, they seemed appropriate. She was pleased to see the shocked expression on the girl's face as Katie spoke to her thusly, but didn't let that pleasure show with a pleased smile or a glint of the eye. Smiling a prissy, bitchy "I'm the fucking Queen of the World" smile at the Japanese girl, Katie turned to the boy and announced,
"Are you coming with me to find food? Or will you stay here with your mommy until you both drop dead from stupidity?"
With that, she turned on her heel, and began walking off in her bowlegged but proud gait toward the end of the street. She had asked the boy for help, but had realized she probably didn't need it. Not from those two, anyways. If she could find someone smart enough to help her out, so much the better. For now...she'd be on her own. Food wouldn't be too hard to find...would it? Of course not...it was only a matter of finding a grocery store. Right? And there had to be one around here somewhere...right? But it's not like she knew where it was...or how far away it was...she could wander in this rubble for days without finding a thing. And this was a commercial district. No houses with kitchens full of food. Maybe...just maybe...she did need some help. Her arms weren't big enough to grab a lot of canned goods, and her legs weren't strong enough to let her walk for miles. In fact, she wasn't even sure if she could get into a store, if she did find it.
Some 20 paces away, she turned around and faced the two again. She couldn't stand being meek and mild, not with either of them. But she needed their help, and she knew it. So she decided the tough girl act would work, if she bluffed them long enough they'd begin to believe it.
"Well? Are you two coming? We don't have all day, and I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Let's go, let's go! Move it!" And she clapped her hands together imperially.
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demented
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Post by demented on Sept 30, 2005 20:39:34 GMT -6
Shocked for a brief moment, Jade blinked hard at the small child in front of her. My God, I never thought I'd meet a toddler with a more foul mouth than me! Jade thought to herself, which made her grin a little. Blabbing on for a while, Jade basically tuned the runt out, a blank expression on her face as she pulled on her mini skirt took off a few bracelets and sweeped her bangs out of her eye. Finally she shut up, and began to walk away, which was quite a site, seeing as she looked like she didn't have her sea-legs just yet, and the oversized sweater was just plain ridiculous.
When the little one turned back to them, Jade got a delicious idea in her head. One that formed because of the "mommy" comment. With a glint in her eye, Jade turned to the boy next to her and grinned. "The Queen awaits us."
As she finished her comment, Jade took off in a jog towards the small girl. Upon reaching her, she scooped her into her hands and cooed over her. "Aw do you need help walking to find some food wittle baby? Don't worry, momma Jade is here to help you! We'll get you some food for your itty bitty stomach little darling!" Jades manicured hands tickled over the young ones stomach, much to her dismay. She held her so tightly she could barely squirm in Jade's arms, but she managed to dig her own nails in the Japanese womans arm. Jade barely flinched, but set her down gently after a second or two.
"Now look here. You may be a fucking genius and smart ass, but you have to admit, you cannot make it out here alone. And untill you can find someone more suitable you are stuck with me. But don't get me wrong, I'd love nothing more than to be rid of you, but thats just not humane. So, seeing as we are stuck together, you had better have some respect for your elders. If anyone, I am the boss around here. Got it? Good." With one more evil glare, Jade turned and started walking to one of the near by gas stations, hoping it hadn't exploded. She turned quickly to beckon the other kid, hoping he would follow. It just didn't seem right to leave anyone behind.
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