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Post by citizenmike on Apr 13, 2009 10:15:46 GMT -5
Displeased with the lack of faith and devotion shown by the citizens of the city of Animus. The Black Goat cast a dark wave over the city which submitted most of the residents in hibernation. Few were lucky to have awoken:
Johnny "John of The Cross" Tavalera Veronica Roth Myzrael Trace Arqus Jake Chains The Monk Tobias Anya Zhao
This is their story.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 13, 2009 10:18:09 GMT -5
(OCC:
This will be play-by-post and will take place in certain areas of the city. Wherever you chose to start is up to you, by the second post of each player, characters must cross paths.
Those who wish to particepate must sign their names on the General Rollcall)
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 13, 2009 10:53:09 GMT -5
Johnny awoke suddenly on the bench. He knew where was; the airport locker room Veronica had used to take a shower in.
It was just awhile ago, but Jesus, it seemed like an eternity.
Johnny rose from the bench and heard the sound of water falling. Following the sound, Johnny approached the showers to find Veronica showering.
Johnny stood there for a moment, dazed almost.
Veronica turned away from the water, spotted him, and said, "Hey, you're awake."
Johnny turned away from the showers and returned to the bench.
<***>
Johnny held his head against both his hands as he sat on the bench.
Veronica approached him with a towel wrapped around her.
Johnny looked up and asked, "What time is it?"
"I don't know", Veronica replied.
"What happened?"
"I don't know."
"How did we get here?"
"I don't know."
"How did you get here?"
"I woke up beside you on the bench."
"How long have you been awake?"
"About twenty minutes."
Veronica sat beside him.
"Deja-fuckin'-vu!", Johnny smirked.
"Tell me about it?", Veronica shot back as she reached into her pants for her pack of Marlboro's. She placed a stick between her lips and offered the pack to Johnny. Johnny took a stick and handed her his lighter. Veronica took a long dragged and asked, "What was your last memory?" as she handed the lighter back to Johnny.
Johnny closed his eyes as he lit his cigarette. Pulling it away from his lips, he replied, "Firing a shot into the air. How about you, Roth?"
"Same as your's, but from a different perspective."
"Care to elaborate?"
"I was on the ground and I looked up at you as you fired a shot into the air."
Johnny let the cigarette hang off his lips as he pointed an inch between his thumb and index finger, saying, "I was this close to shooting him."
"Chains?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Easy, he harmed you." Johnny replied as he pulled the cigarette away from his lips and let the smoke trail away from his lips.
"So, you were going to kill for me?"
"If it had to come to that, then yeah."
"Why?"
"Because no one hurts you."
Veronica drew herself closer to Johnny and kissed him on the cheek. "I don't know who you are what you did to get here, and I really don't care."
Johnny rose from the bench and asked, very simply, "Why?"
Veronica rose, wrapped her arms around Johnny, and kissed him. "That's why."
Veronica leaned in for a kiss, but Johnny stopped her and said, "I'm not a good man. You should know that."
"Didn't you hear what I just told you? Johnny, I don't care."
"You barely know me, Roth."
"I've been with you long enough to know otherwise. I don't think anyone has ever cared for me the way you have."
Johnny wrapped his arms around her and whispered, "I don't want to hurt you!"
"How can you, Johnny? How can you?"
Johnny and Veronica pressed their heads together and kissed. Johnny pulled away and dropped his head against her forehead and held her as tight as he could.
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
Posts: 133
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Post by Chains on Apr 15, 2009 0:42:48 GMT -5
"What happened?" she asks you. So trusting, isn't she? "What happened? How did we get here?" Ah, she looks at you with those dark, intelligent eyes of hers and she wonders. The voice slithered its way into Johnny's mind slowly at first then more confidentially: like poison diffusing water, tainting it. Corrupting it. Oh, where to start. Oh, where to begin? She looks at you-no. In a sense, she looks up to you. All these questions are nothing more than a desperate plea for the reassurance she is too proud to beg for. And what do you do? You protect her, you comfort her, you lust after her like she's some bitch in heat and you've caught the scent. Forgive my crudity, there was a swift streak of mental mirth that momentarily cut the one-way conversation into jagged shards and then the voice was back, but you know it's true. Secret lover. Guardian. Hero. Liar. Do you still remember? I think you do. You can act the noble now, Johnny. You can play the part very well. But let's face it, my blood-thirsty friend: deep down, you are as ugly as I am.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 15, 2009 1:59:42 GMT -5
"She loves me. Don't you get it? Can't you feel it? She's willing to give herself to me, completely. As I do with her.
No. I am not that man... That ugly man you speak of is stranger to me.
All I know is who and what I am at this present moment.
I'm not ugly.
Then again, I'm neither beautiful, blue, nor pure.
All I know is what I know.
And what I know is looking back at me with those eyes.
Those eyes that piece through me with love disguised as lust.
Those eyes that make me want to turn away because I don't want to be caught looking because their just so beautiful.
Its like staring right back at God.
I know what I must do now.
But why am I listening to you?
Why am I talking back to you?
Why are you just so comfortable?"
With his head turned against her, Veronica ran her palm over Johnny's cheek and asked, "Is everything alright?"
Johnny swallowed before replying, "Yeah Roth, everything's fine."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Why do you look like that then?"
"I'm just very happy right now."
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Chains
Fleshling
Mistress Of Awesomeness
Posts: 133
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Post by Chains on Apr 15, 2009 3:40:40 GMT -5
Oh come now, my stoically distorted friend. You are a smart individual all things weighed and considered, mm? Perhaps a little too smart. Perhaps a little too clever. Perhaps you have sold yourself on your ideas as you seek to sell me. You wave this proclamation of love in front of my face like a victory banner. But there are holes in it, my dear Johnny. There are giant tears oozing blood. Let me tell you a story. Once I had the simultaneous pleasure and displeasure of meeting the world's most idiotic man. I would say that this drooling, bumbling, moaning moron was closer to an ape than to a human except for the fact that such a statement would be an insult to all things simian. The creator had...dropped him on his head, so the villagers agreed. Such a shame. Such a terrible shame that all those little gears in his skull no longer fit together. He was so wretched, they didn't even have it in their hearts to laugh at the poor fellow. They cast pity at his feet and he wandered through it, blabbering to himself in strings of things that could have been words. One day, idle as I was and curious, I took his eyes. And this man woke from his sleep, blind as newborn puppy. And although his mind was hole-ridden and warped, I could see the struggles of attempted comprehension across his dumb face. You see, he had no idea why he had lost his vision. He didn't even know it was called vision or that he no longer had things called eyes. But as soon as he woke up, he pawed at his face with a big lumpy hand and knew, within an instant, that something was very, very wrong. I never thought I would meet his equal. But you, Johnny, might just have proved me wrong. Like this first man, you wake up blind. But unlike him, you don't even stop to consider why. You devote no effort in trying to understand. You love this woman you say, but who is she really to you? Mm? Not once have you reached a hand to your empty sockets. Instead, you have heaved yourself to your feet and careened off into the darkness. So far you have avoided the pits beneath your feet but how long can that last? How lucky will you remain?
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Post by Trace on Apr 15, 2009 7:30:45 GMT -5
Wake up.
Trace opened his eyes, and pushed his way to his feet. The voice in his head sounded less than happy.
"Where are we?" Trace asked. "The last thing I remember was those people, and then that gunshot.
We're still in the airport, just back at the entrance.
"And how in the hell did we get here?"
God knows.
"Waking up somewhere with no idea how we got here. Now why does that seem familiar."
Trace sighed, and walked towards the announcement system, taking the microphone in his hand he shouted.
"Attention, if anybody is in here, please meet me at the front entrance so I can find out what the hell is going on!"
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 15, 2009 13:40:24 GMT -5
"Who are you?
Who are you to say all those thing?
Do you know me?
I am not blind. If anything, I am awake and alive. And everything I see before me is the truth.
I have no questions... As I have never had before.
Who are you?
What is going on?
Upon reaching the closest that I have ever been to heaven, must I lose my mind?
Clearly, I must be loosing my mind.
Of course.
I know I'm loosing my mind and I've got to get a grip!
Nothing is talking to me.
All I hear is doubt!
But if it is doubt, what do I have to be doubtful for?
Am I doubtful about Veronica?.. No, I can't be. She's done nothing that would lead me to question her.
Am I doubtful because I might hurt her?
I can't be. Because if I am, then it would only make me want to protect her more.
But what do I have to hide from her?
I have nothing to hide... Do I?
... I don't.
Why do I feel like I must protect her?
... Easy! Its because I love her!
... Do I love her?...
That kiss... It made me weak... It made me tremble... And submissive, yet powerful and confident.
It sounds like infatuation... I care for her...
Of course, I care for her... I'm inlove with her!
And then what's the difference?
What is happening to me?!
Closing his eyes, Johnny shrugged the thoughts away, grabbed Veronica and kissed her.
"Fuckin' heaven...
Johnny let his hands fall along Veronica's towel. Slowly, his hands stopped where towel ended; right in the middle, Johnny pressed his hand against her depression.
Johnny opened his eyes and pulled himself away from her.
"I've longed to hold you. But why can't I bring myself to touch you?"
"Why can't you? I'm not impossible to touch."
"Because even looking at you is too much for me."
"Why?"
"You're too precious to me."
Johnny dropped to the ground and reached out for Veronica's hands. Looking up at her, Johnny murmured, "I can't hurt you."
"Why would you hurt me?"
"I don't know."
"How could you hurt me?"
"I don't know."
Veronica cradled herself upon his legs and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, saying, "See? How can you hurt me if you're too afraid to? I'm going to ask you something that every little thing in me is stopping me from asking."
"What?"
"What do you want?"
"You."
"Its settled then.", Veronica smiled back. "Forget about whatever it is that's going through you're mind and come here."
"I'm scared."
"If you're scared, it only means that you want me."
Johnny dropped his head against the wall and smiled, "You think that's all it is?"
"Yeah."
Johnny kissed her again; a simple peck.
"I'm sorry if I came across a bit too strong back there."
"Don't be. I'm glad you did."
"Were you ever going to make a move?", Veronica asked, laughing.
"I had a plan."
"Oh, really now?"
"Yeah, I was going to build up to something."
"What?"
"Something big."
"Like?"
"I didn't really think about that. I was reckoned something would happen that would eventually bring to it."
"Lets see... You fought an angel over my old hotel room and you were on the verge of killing someone for pushing me... What on Earth were you waiting for?"
"Something big..."
"Well you had chance after chance..."
"I did..."
"You see what happens when you make a woman wait, she slaps you in the face and fucks your plans up!"
"I love you.", Johnny held himself from mounting the words.
"Attention, if anybody is in here, please meet me at the front entrance so I can find out what the hell is going on!"
"Who could that be?!", Veronica asked.
"Its Trace, the guy from the sewer... The one who fiddled with the PA' system awhile ago...", Johnny looked down at Veronica and asked, "Does that constitute as awhile ago?"
"I think it does, yes."
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Johnny watched as Veronica dressed quickly. Sometimes, he'd turn away. It was almost as if he was scared to look.
Johnny and Veronica returned to the terminal and approached Trace.
"Its nice to know were aren't alone here!", Johnny shouted out; extending his hand as he approached him.
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Post by Trace on Apr 15, 2009 14:56:28 GMT -5
Them again.
"It seems we keep running into each other, if only they were in better cirumstances. I'm assuming you two just woke up as well?"
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 15, 2009 22:42:35 GMT -5
Veronica crossed her arms and replied, "In a matter of speaking, yes..."
Johnny drew his hand back and said, "We've seen all that this airport has to offer. You wanna get out of here?"
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monk
Sprout
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Post by monk on Apr 16, 2009 1:39:51 GMT -5
"mayday, mayday. this is dingo 3-5... fuck, the radio is dead..." "i got nothing either, collective isnt responding... cyclic sounds good, for now..." "pray it stays that way..." The howling wind tore through the airframe and the dark mix of blood and oil started to soak through his cloths. He tried the collective and stared down through the chin glass hoping that some sliver of hope still remained with him. He glanced up to the altimeter and thought he had seen soemthing in his peripheral, a man rushing towards them? not a friendly if it was. static blared in his ears...
"...front entrance so I can find out what the hell is going on!"
Tobias lurched up and slammed his head against the wing. He leaned back in the seat and touched a delicate hand to his head. His fingers pulled back with blood on them. He swung his feet out and checked his sidearm, glanced around and relaized he was still in the hangar. The faint voice echoed out to him a second time, either by it being an actual echo or the concussion he just received. He stumbled out the main door and found his way over to the terminal. He stopped at the locker and cleaned up his forehead. He spotted some water on the floor; someone else had been here. He wasnt sure how long he had been out, but he hoped that the others were better off; at least one was cleaned. He pushed through and walked along the empty hall looking for the main entrance. He drug his feet as he came up to the others. "Howdy..."
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 16, 2009 6:44:12 GMT -5
"Good morning, sir!", Johnny said as Tobias came their way. Johnny turned back to Trace and Veronica and said, "So what, lets get out of here?"
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Post by Trace on Apr 16, 2009 9:36:14 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me, if there's nothing of use here we may as well try and find out what just happened."
It's all very familiar.
Trace knew what the voice inside his head was talking about, the feeling he had when he woke up was just like the feeling when he awoke in Room 4. Trace had the same splitting headache as well. Then a thought hit him.
"Since all of us woke up here in this airport, what d'you think happened to that other... thing? I mean things were just starting to get interested when everything went black."
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 17, 2009 0:52:07 GMT -5
Walking out the door, Veronica folded her arms and asked, "What happened to Chains?".
Johnny shurged as he held the door open for the group.
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monk
Sprout
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Post by monk on Apr 17, 2009 1:44:07 GMT -5
"bis morgen." He scratched his head and looked around at the other two. "who's chains?"
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