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 Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 2:55 pm
((Sorry I didn't post sooner, I was gone for the weekend with my Dad. Um...yeah, sure let's skip to Wednesday. I'll just make up some crap about Mr. Tall-dark-and-serial. If any of you have a problem with what I make up, just tell me and I'll change it.))
Mock buried her small hands in her stolen coat's pockets. "Stupid biscuits," she grumbled. Why in the world, if you could choose the weather, would you make it so damned cold? Trying to make it hard on the killer? Pssh, like the government cared if a few celestial birds got "taken care of".
She walked up the stair well. It was mostly empty because everyone was so cursed lazy. Lyposuction was so cheap, why worry about your weight? Take the 'porters, why not?
With such a lack of use, the stairs had become decrepit and the stair well filthy. Mold and dirt and all sorts of other gross things, nothing Mock wasn't used to. She marched right through it. Homeless people found a bit of a haven, children huddled together, playing with little bits of trash, the only toys they had. At least in here it was relatively warm.
Pushing that little rant vein aside, she tried to compile everything she had found out over the last two days. Tried to remember all the important things past all the crap.
People were so difficult. She only got a straight answer out of maybe three people. The rest she'd had to pry inside their heads or sneak into their offices. They wouldn't cooperate just because she was a mangy looking little girl.
Clang clang clang. Her boots were so damned loud on the metal stairs. Taking the stairs was probably not the best idea. If the murderer were to find her, no one could hear her scream.
((EDIT: OK, Ghost I changed the name of the "Celestial Psycho". Or I deleted it, anyway. Public no comprende. Got it.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 7:08 pm
((Celestials are still being denied btw. But ICly wise, lets just say the use of celestial was used because of the methods of killing and to inspire more fear, but the general public do not believes celestials exists.))
The stairs had its wears and tears. Since it was mostly neglected, but still required since machines do malcfunction, the stairs was a mess. It had become the little hide aways of children, criminals, and the relatively few homeless. Bio degradable, pseudoplastic, bags have turned to dirt, letting fungi grew on it. The damp darkness of the stairs was a perfect condition for it to grow. Messages by attempt vandalisms on the walls seem to be dripping slowly since the walls were specially coated against the paint. The floor was another matter. Like tie dyed shirts of ancient past, the floors were quite psychadelic. Thankfully, they were actually on an incline, letting the paint slowly drip down to the very bottom.
The drip echoed gently along the stairs, though often disrupted by the steps of the young celestial. Something else were echoing. It was heavier than a drip, but much smooher than the girls gait. It was coming up the stairs quickly. It was getting louder.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 7:23 pm
((Just wanted to point out that I'm still around. I PM'd Hokuto, but the last time she logged in was the 3rd. I'm not sure what I can do. sweatdrop I don't want to skip past our conversation, since it could end up pretty important, if only to the two of them...))
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2005 10:20 pm
Kurayami moved through the alleys in a large path, thinking over many of his options. Things on the streets were becoming dangerous. Plus, he obviously wasn't doing his best job at hiding if Isis had been able to track him down. She hadn't tagged him, but in agreement he had to report any information he gain right to Isis.
How ridiculous. This does not even concern me. I don't plan on searching for any information, especially not for those people.
Stopping, he glanced around. A few stationary bums had begun to notice his passing in a few areas for the past eight hours. A small, stiff smirk claimed his mouth, "I suggest you ignore my presense if you plan on staying around to see your child die of hunger." He let out a short, crude laugh and followed his path back to his home.
Inside, he took off his armor, lying it on the bed, and moved to the food storage. Much to his dismay, it was nearly empty. He let the lid slam shut and moved to ihs bed, sliding a worn old cardboard bow out from under it. From the box he drew a baggy pair of dark, weathered jeans, a black t-shirt that snugly hugged his toned body (it was obviously old, because it seemed slightly too small and was extremely faded), a worn-looking pair of leather boots (then went half-way up his calves and were laced all the way up), and a very, very old (almost antique looking) black leather chain wallet. He opened it up and found a good sum of money inside. He had stolen it from a rich woman who carried a purse larger than her head on his last shopping trip.
I think it's time to buy a new shirt, too. This one is becoming more of a hassle than anything else. He moved out of his home, shutting the metal plate of a door behind him, and wound through the alleys into the brighter, busier streets to the local decamall.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 11:24 pm
The decamalls were busy as usual, but there looming in the air was the sense of fear and terror. The crowd huddled together since none of the murders had ever occured in public places. The murderer often took its victims down when no one was going to hear them cry and scream for help. Though, police units still roamed around with in their sleek black uniforms and helmets. Their eyes scanned the room like the cameras found moving along every corner. People still found it amazing that the government had barely enough video feed to ID the killer. So most anything out of the ordinary was usually kept watch.
It wasn't surprising that a unit of two constables had their eyes on Kurayami.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 4:58 pm
While wandering around the decamall, Kurayami spied two very official-looking policemen looking at him. He made it a point to walk by a mirror every so often, and sure enough, they were there every time.
I guess I shouldn't attract too much attention to myself by lingering. Time to find a place to stock up on food, grab a shirt and get out of here.
He stopped at a directory, examining it closely. The clothes were three floors up, and a general grocery store was two more above that. Muttering quietly to himself, he moved toward the elevator loading area. It was crammed with people - more-so than usual. It seemed that no one wanted to risk taking the stairs. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, he shoved himself on to the elevator. He was squeezed between a woman wearing to much perfume and a very official-looking man talking on his cellphone. Groaning, he waited as the elevator stopped on each floor, temporarily emptyinh only to be filled with people once more. It always seemed like more people got on than got off.
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2005 6:30 pm
((Would like to say that I'm still here. Waiting for Pendan. i'm grounded, but I can still get online while my moms at work. I don't know why she even bothers anymore.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2005 12:44 pm
Artemis Xetsa ((Would like to say that I'm still here. Waiting for Pendan. i'm grounded, but I can still get online while my moms at work. I don't know why she even bothers anymore.)) (Oh, I thought that Ghost was waiting for you to react to his post >.>; wink Quote: Something else were echoing. It was heavier than a drip, but much smooher than the girls gait. It was coming up the stairs quickly. It was getting louder.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 4:12 pm
((OMFG!!! (Excuse the noobosity) I posted that reaction. Gaia must've eaten it and I didn't check! I'm so sorry! *phwoar*))
The mold and damp made Mock sneeze rapidly. She remembered a sort of superstition that said if you sneezed three times in a row, someone was thinking about you. She laughed and kept walking.
A couple writhed on the floor, their feral sounds muffled by a coat that didn't cover where it was meant to. Mock looked up and away as fast as she could, and hurried up the stairs a bit faster.
Three more small, emaciated children saw her, and she saw the gleam of hope in their eyes before they registered that her clothes were almost as shabby as theirs and returned to playing in the dirt, making little homes for little trash people.
These noises were static, but she soon thought she could hear something besides the building's generators, but dismissed it. it must just be her boots echoing off the walls.
Floor seventeen made itself known in big red numbers as she passed.
((Again, sorry.
I didn't really know how to react to such Ghost's vague discription of the noise, so I winged it.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2005 9:06 pm
(that's ok, I was too busy with school and work any way. My boss had put me with more hours just as school was coming around to finals week and all that. I was also not quite sure where all this was going, so I'm going to take the liberty to be a bit improbable)
Sam was rushing down the stairs, the same stairs, that she was rushing up. There were at least fifteen minutes before their appointment, and he'd just realized he'd left something in the car. The stairs were faster, even if the muck disconcerted him. He was jumping stairs now. He hated to be late, and there were things to jump over sometimes. As the stairs rounded a corner, he came to a halt so abrupt that he had to hold on to the railing in order to keep the ceiling above and the concrete below.
"You!" he said a bit breathlessly. His glance darted to the couple and the children down the stairs from them. If it weren't for them, this would be a better place to meet than their actual destination.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 7:46 pm
((Is Sam yelling "you" at Mock or the people?"))
"You!"
The call blasted and reverberated tenfold around the stairwell. Mock was frightened out of her skin. She hadn't been paying attention, and had been trying to block out the...indecent couple's brain activity, and hadn't heard Sam coming. She lost her balance and stumbled, falling up the stairs.
With an embarassing squeal of surprise, she flung her hands out onto the filthy stairs to catch herself. Then quickly, she stood back up. Nothing bad, maybe a bruise would show up in a day or so on her knee, but nothing major.
Forgetting where she was, she shrieked, "SAM! WHAT IS YOUR MALFUNCTION?!" And winced as the sound was amplified by the close space.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 9:04 pm
He was right in front of her by then and grabbed her by the shoulders, maybe to steady her. He didn't seem like an intentionally threatening person. "I was looking for you!" he said with a bit of excitement. It was all that running up and down the stairs that did it, and not really any exciting news for her. "Oh, hell, this isn't private enough. Come with me." He glanced up at the next door in the stair well. He didn't know where it led or if it was locked, but they could try it.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 5:09 pm
((Sorry for long delay. And "ah, right" on the qestion answer-ish front.))
She found herself being shaken roughly by a very out-of-breath aquaintance. She didn't have time to respond to his exclamation before he decided the sparse occupants and mold spores were too nosy for his tastes. He dragged her to the next landing.
Why was he looking for her? She wasn't late, and she was just coming his way anyway.
Had something happened?
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 6:39 pm
Sam brushed himself off briefly, regaining his composure. It was partly the running, getting the blood pumping through his veins, that had caused his excitement.
"I'm sorry, I actually have bad news. My agency swears they know nothing about your parents. Either you're not important enough for them to bother with, or you may be in trouble with them. I thought you should know as soon as possible, though!"
He looked worried, and not worried because he'd just voiced suspicions about the very agency he worked for. This wouldn't be the first time something like that happened, since he saw his superiors as a distant blob of obtuseness that were merely a means to an end for him: he wanted to learn about Celestials, and what better way than by meeting them?
"I don't suppose you have any information for me?"
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