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 Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:45 pm
A bus rolled down the road on route towards the meat-packing facility area of the great city of York. A man sat on one of seats in the back of the bus, head phones connected to his ears transmitted sound waves into his ears, caressing them like velvet. The bus wasn't crowded, only four others plus the driver, the man just sat there just to scrap the risk of being spoken to.
He sported a black hoody, a pair of baggy blue jeans, and some tennis shoes. He had boxers and socks, but it be pretty insignificant and weird to the Narrator if he decided to describe them. On the seat next to him; lay his messenger bag which had two corked molotov cocktails, some other random stuff helpful to him, his Colt Kingcobra revolver (in one of the smaller pockets,) and about four speedloaders. One brass knuckle in each of his pants pocket.
Looking out the window, Simon Pennycook, the man's name, saw that he was at his destination, and so pulled down on the security break thing. Simon stood, took his bag, and made his way out the bus. He left a few quarters on the bus driver's tray. Simon continued on his way towards the docks. Something had to be going down.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 1:56 pm
Albert looked over his shoulder, and saw a blurry vision of a man walking in his direction. He slowly stood up on both feet, using the lampost as a support to get to his standing up straight. Though, even when he stood up straight, he leaned to one side and tripped over his foot, and fell against the railing near the water front. He mumbled so softly that something was coming to get him, that he needed to get up and run. He encouraged himself to get up, but to no amount of energy left in him, would get him up and running. He stayed, and waited.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:07 pm
Simon stared over at the man from a distance, whilst walking towards him. His hood was up covering his long hair tha was seperated into two long braids. A bandanna covered his mouth and nose, only leaving his eyes, but those were covered by sunglasses. Two small circular spectacles tinted orange didn't let anyone peer into his blue eyes. "He seems drunk," Simon asked himself as he neared the man. The beer bottles near Albert confirmed that to Simon.
"Yo!" Simon shouted at the man.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:30 pm
Len continued through a dark alleyway, or darker would be the better term. He skimmed his black fingerless-gloved hands across the stone that was to either side of him as he continued, often peering out coldly from beneath the cracked shades he kept levelled at the mid-section of his nose. He halted suddenly and grasped a side of his worn green jecket and fluxed it out, allowing it to straighten a bit, but more out of covnenience. He turned and levelled his back against the a stone well and pulled out a lighter and an unlit cigerette.
"You're mine now, Len Thompson..."
"He is not done - in the name of the Father, I summon him away..."
"SPEAK!"
The voices still echoed in the back of his thoughts, the meanings or even their origins completely amiss to him. Why wouldn't they stop? What were they from? His location was still unknown...but it was familiar somehow. He couldn't quite place it however.
He placed the cigerette in his mouth and lit it, taking a draw from it and blowing smoke out from the side of his mouth. He returned the lighter to his back pocket and he sat there a moment, soon directing his sight upon the cross dangling from the chain about his neck. He didn't know where this had come from, but he kept it anyway. Maybe it was a clue. Or maybe just something he needed, for he could recall little else.
"What's that?" he mumbled as his head lifted.
Something was near by, he heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps...but they were so far off. How could he...? Len stayed still, taking another drag of his cigerette.
Lycan...
The word came to him. He remembered that word, and suddenly something sparked. His hand moved down to where his pistols would have been before, but there was nothing, and he gave a drastic sigh as he stuffed the hand into his pocket.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:35 pm
Albert's droopy eyes slowly lit up. He interpretted the greeting, but he waited for a few moments. He turned his head slowly and waved the bottle at the man, his mind was slowly becoming clear, but he was still drunk. Something went back up his throat and he let it loose over the the ledge and into the water below.
"Hey... *Hic* How's li*hic*fe for you? It's abosultely loooo*hic*ooovely for me." He said with a sarcastic tone. He wiped the vomit from his mouth with the back of his bottle-holding hand, having enough sense to not stain his white shirt.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 4:49 pm
Simon paced about five more times in Albert's direction, as he began to vomit over the edge. He can tell that this guy had indeed drank a bit too much. He walked up even closer, leaving only three feet of distance between the two. "I'm okay," he nodded, noticing that he was still able to use sarcasm, and had enough sense to use the bottle to clean the vomit off his mouth instead of his shirt, or anything else. He must have built up some sort of tolerance towards alcohol.
"You okay," he spoke in a dull voice that he had been using for quite a while. Simon didn't really see any reason why he should talk with a bit more emotion, or atleast most happy emotions.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 5:31 pm
"Oooh yeeeeah..." Albert waved the bottle around and blabbed out a bunch of events before this,"Yeah... so, the stupid bar dude just, like, threw me out because I possessed some guy with a Taoist spell and made him buy me a drink, and he refused his card and I was like 'Dude! The dude was offerin' me a drink.' And then he told me that I was doin' some weird magic s**t in the back and that I was stay out..." Albert laughed and threw his bottle at someone's car, he immediatly stopped laughing.
He took out a pen and inkwell, along with a sheet of paper. With an unsteady hand, he drew the Chinese characters of "Purification and Sober." He took the paper placed it on his chest. A light shined from the ink lines and Albert became really tired,"Ooooh, my head..." The spell released him from his drunk state. "Damnit... What'd I do?" Though he returned from his drunk state, he still acted like any other person who was drunk the previous night. He looked up at man standing only a few feet away,"Dude... Who're you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 6:39 pm
She watched as the Alpha Male proceeded, her body turning, and hopping off the two buildings, landing on the lonely pavement without a sound. She began in the direction of Club FM, hoping to catch a glass of water. She had begun to get bored of waiting for Eihwa, her senses told her she was taking a break. Upon approaching the club, she pulled her hair away from her face and pulled her hood up, hiding her sparkling green eyes.
((Exit to Club FM))
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 7:35 pm
Simon stood there, eyes widened, and mouth agape, but they couldn't be seen due to being covered by the bandanna and sunglasses. Wait up. How can this guy tell him all of this so casually, and what the hell is a Taoist spell? Did this actually happen, or is he just a crazy drunk? Unfortunately, his thought process was broken by the sound of glass hitting a nearby car. "Wait whaa?!"
Simon continued to watch him as he drew some chinese character. He didn't care too much on the subject, it just seemed insignificant and out of place. But that soon changed when the actual spell was done; Simon became even more confused. He listen to what he had to say after he became sober. This guy forgot everything from before, although he had just told Simon about it a few seconds ago. He relayed the story back to Albert, the same way he was told.
Hearing his second query, Simon answered it. "Simon Pennycook. You?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 8:34 pm
He held his hand to his head and ripped the tag off his chest. His stood straight up and made a silly face,"Well... That's a shocker... My master would kill me if he found out I was using my magic for Body and I.D. Posession. I wonder how much I drank this time? Well, anyway... It's nice to meetcha Simon. I'm Albert Seraph. Sorry you had to see me like this. This ain't exactly my photogenic side." Albert chuckled.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 9:49 pm
Bridget was sickened by Tokeru's appearance but kept her composure....
she had seen worse on some of the missions she been on when she was in the 'Nemisis' Program.
She could tell that the woman was beyond saving, the only thing she could do was prevent this creature from killing anymore people.. In the back of her mind she thought of Will's cease fire and said "To hell with it
if they get to kill innocents while we do nothing." In the moment she thought about this she had closed in on the the creature moving into an
attack kata and sprung.
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Posted: Sat Mar 18, 2006 10:26 pm
Tokeru's body moved as if it was water. It fluidly dropped the woman, spun and ducked, all the while kicking his foot out toward's bridgit's chest. If it connected, it would most probably knock her breath out and move her back a dozen feet. With a bloodied hand, the demon drew a throwing knife and threw it just above his raised foot.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 2:33 am
Justin drove his motorcycle into the city, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number for hunter HQ "This is Justin, sorry i've been gone, i hadta follow a lead out of town, i'm back, sorry about the absence"
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 8:05 am
"Magic... You're human, right?" He had to ask. Simon had to make sure that this man wasn't one of the creatures he was destined to hate for ever, and chase until his end. It was pretty weird that this guy can sober himself up, and posess others to do his bidding. In a way, it scared Simon. "Is this all my own freewill," he thought to himself, "Or am I too being controlled by someone... else?" No way. That's extreme bull, if he WAS being controlled he wouldn't be thinking any of this. But maybe, his controller was making Simon think all of this. Arrgg!
"Indeed." Had the bandanna not been there; Albert would see Simon grin, but since it was, he didn't, and that was basically it on the subject. "So I've gathered," Simon chuckled a bit too.
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Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2006 10:35 am
*walks over to times square*
and reads peoples minds to see what they are thinking
Then he reads one that thinks, "i am going to kill everyone at noon tomorrow with the bomb i have set to go off at noon tomorrow"
*Runs and jumps in him and knocks him out*
takes him to the police and tells them what happens
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