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 Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 4:13 pm
Blank lay in his bed, his back against the wall with a bottle of Bud light beer in his hand. The music of Trivium playing through his Discman's headphones.
How boring... He thought, taking a long drink before pushing his thin sunglasses further up the bridge of his nose.
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Posted: Mon Jun 26, 2006 7:40 pm
Sparn had left the room at some point, because he was absent when the silver-haired figure stepped in. He shrugged and sat down on a shadow couch to wait.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:30 pm
A young woman with crimson coloured hair and stunningly bright green eyes simply sat there on her bed, staring at the wall ahead of her.
Her crimson coloured hair flowed down her back and branched out on the bed, being as long as her wavy hair was, it seemed to go everywhere.
Her face was expressionless, though her eyes beheld a trace of sadness buried deep within her stunning beauty.
Memories flickered and shimmered on within her endlessly, haunting the young elven girl. Upon her shoulders was wrapped a dark brown cloak, a large hood attached to the back, but usually it would not be found being worn by her. The brown cloak extended to her feet and it was wrapped around well enough that the clothing she wore under the cloak could not be seen.
Her emerald eyes slowly filled with a watery substance...Tears.
I am pathetic..Tears will not fix the haunting past I have endured
With that thought, she gently reached up with her hand, her elegant, frail looking hand and brushed the tear away, not allowing another one to fall.
Her bangs hung in her eyes, shadowing the saddening look she couldn't easily keep away. She sighed, and pushed the memories of her past away, allowing a blank stare to form where there was once sadness in her eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 2:52 pm
Down the corridors of the dorms, one could hear someone dragging an object along the ground, panting and occasionally complaining. Finally, he came into focus - Omi, dragging an extremely large.. and dead imp of sorts behind him, holding on by the wings. He stopped at one dorm room - and practically collapsed against it back-first, catching his breath with a comically annoyed expression upon him.
"Goooddd.. I should've realized I was a few miles away from the grounds when I first caught the damned thing, much less how long it'd take to drag it here. Why couldn't it have been something small, dammit!" Placing a hand to his forehead, he wiped some sweat from him - then sighed. "The b*****d weighing who-knows how many pounds doesn't help, nor does what I'm wearing.. bah - complaining won't get me anywhere, I made it."
Standing up again, already looking 'recovered' - Omi placed his right palm against the door in front of him, and pushed it open. It had been left unlocked, as specified. And, with that, Omi heaved the beast into the dark, unlit room - and placed it to the side, against a wall. Also as instructed. Although, the beast took up quite a hefty portion of the dorm room's space..
Still, Omi made his way out - and shut the door, before securing it. "There. Kuro should be satisfied, I'd hope."
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Posted: Tue Jun 27, 2006 3:35 pm
Demonic energy surrounds the demon, and transfers him away into the plane of shadows...
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 12:16 pm
Fas was in the elevator with Genis, watching as the numbers brought them to the top floor. They grined at each other when it dinged, bringing them to the Penthouse Suite.
"WOW FAS!" Genis exclaimed, looking around at the huge room. Two Grand King sized beds, big enough to fit several hunnies in. A giant window with remote controlled blinds, a 55" Plasma TV screen, a massive stereo system perfect for bumpin' yo music.
The window affored an eccelent veiw of the colloseum and even had tiny sonic devices that picked up every sound from the fights.
Fas grinned. "Ahh...The perks of Cruxis." He said, walking around his massive Suite before collapsing onto his massive bed with his signature Black and Red sheets.
((Screw logic, I'm in two places at once.))
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Posted: Sat Jul 08, 2006 11:09 pm
First, the door knob was twisted - then, once the paneling of the door was open just a crack, one's right fist gave a light back-jab against it, opening it for himself. For, Omi was entering his dorm for the first time; the other nights, having slept outside or entertaining the thought of sleeping, but then going right back to his training 'regiment'.
It was a plain dorm. One window covered in respective curtains and sealed, one small cooler with some basic foods & drink, a television set of around 30", a restroom connected to it, a closet, and one average, white bed. Most certainly all he needed. The mercenary took a few steps through the doorway, pushing the doorknob shut with his left hand before letting his fingers trail off it. Both his eyelids were nearly shut; he looked exhausted, tired out, and weary. Yet, he merely slipped two fingers beneath the dark leather straps holding the broken blade of his off his right shoulder, before throwing the sword sheath onto a nearby, square table.
Then, he turned a light on next to the bed - adorned on the wall to the very right of it - and fell backwards onto the white sheets of the bed. Rather, collapsed into them, as a hearty yawn escaped his lips. After a few moments, he brought his feet up onto the bed as well, before kicking the boots upon each off them with the opposite foot. The two dark, leather boots collapsed onto the floor with loud thuds - and the mercenary sighed in content.
Next, a tad lazily, he brought his hands up - and began undoing his gauntlets, until both of them were next to the bed as well. Then, Omi pressed the back of his head against the white pillow, the cool feel of the cloth feeling much more than just comfortable. Yet, before succumbing to a long night of rest, he rose his right arm in front of his eyes. Both of them peering over it's exterior slowly.
Instantly, the dimly lit room began significantly more lit-up, by a fierce red glow. For, odd serpentine-shaped rays of light began to extent from around his elbow, spiralling around his arm to his fingertips; numerous more beginning to form. Yet, he merely formed a tight fist, the sound of his knuckles cracking being heard - and, they disappeared in an instant.
A sigh escaped his lips. Both of his arms laid on either side, palms upward. And, before long, he slipped into unconciousness.. a single drop of blood oozing off his upper right arm, onto the white sheets.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 3:14 pm
Roy Odisiouix made his way up to his room, the small little 500 feet by 500 feet was perfect. he hung his cloak on a hook above his bed and layed down in the bed before he smiled and then Ripped an Azorian device similair to a laptop. He layed down an suddenly the room lifted up and expanded into a mini dojo. He smiled impressed with this as he then clicked some buttons on his Azorain comp and several hologram peope started to rise and fight as he stuided them. they were hologram recordings of fights he has had and seen. He began to study them as he then ran a scan on himself to improve any weakened areas of his body and whatnot.
"Now this is pretty kick a**." Roy says to aloud to himself.
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Posted: Sun Jul 09, 2006 3:30 pm
Fas was in the elevator, heading up to his room again...
He was covered in bandages, one wrapped around his head and his eye, both arms heavily bandaged and one in a sling. under his clothes he had bandages around his entire torso, and a few on his legs, which, thankfully, were the one part of his body that wasn't heavily damaged. Most of the bandages were covered in Fas' indigo-silver blood.
He let out a sigh just before the elevator dinged and the door opened, making his way down the hallway to his new room...The establishment had been rather pissed since they had bet good money on Fas and Fas lost, so they knocked down the quality of his room.
"...Just someone else I've failed..." Fas said to no one in particular as he walked down the hall.
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 12:11 am
Fasumbra Langardo Fas was in the elevator, heading up to his room again...
He was covered in bandages, one wrapped around his head and his eye, both arms heavily bandaged and one in a sling. under his clothes he had bandages around his entire torso, and a few on his legs, which, thankfully, were the one part of his body that wasn't heavily damaged. Most of the bandages were covered in Fas' indigo-silver blood.
He let out a sigh just before the elevator dinged and the door opened, making his way down the hallway to his new room...The establishment had been rather pissed since they had bet good money on Fas and Fas lost, so they knocked down the quality of his room.
"...Just someone else I've failed..." Fas said to no one in particular as he walked down the hall. Did you even listen to anything that Kuro said? You completely ruined a storyline element for Cziri, and you could've still won your match.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 8:46 am
Raine walked through the long hallways of rooms, or more staggered.
Her hair was wet, strands of it and her bangs hanging in her face and eyes. Her entire appearance was unkempt, holes in her clothing, deep cuts and burns running up and down her arms and neck. A rather large gash was across her forehead. Blood ran like water down her face, dripping off her chin onto the floor beneath her. Her right hand was completely red from the crimson substance that leaked from her body in various places.
In her bloodied and torn right hand, she held the hilt of her Odachi. As she staggered through the hallway towards her room, the tip of the Odachi would be drug against the floor, creating a fine little slice from when she entered all the way to when she got to her room. She wondered if the management would care..
She'd kill them if they gave her any crap about cuttin' up their floor.
Her eyes were downcast, no emotion creeping into them at all. It was as though she didn't feel pain. She sighed loudly when she reached her room, turning the knob and opening the door with her left hand. She walked over to the bed that had been provided for her and simply threw her sword down beside the bed, letting it fall where it may.
She staggered over to the bed and sat down on it. Immediately, she began patching up her wounds with a small medical kit she had stored beneath her bed.
She really was too stubborn to go the infirmary..Plus she'd probably kill anybody if they touched her.
She began bandaging, applying ointment, disinfectant, all that stuff to her various wounds.
Immediately after she was done patching herself up, she lay back in her bed and tried to get some long-needed rest.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 10:54 am
Black_Oblivion Raine walked through the long hallways of rooms, or more staggered.
Her hair was wet, strands of it and her bangs hanging in her face and eyes. Her entire appearance was unkempt, holes in her clothing, deep cuts and burns running up and down her arms and neck. A rather large gash was across her forehead. Blood ran like water down her face, dripping off her chin onto the floor beneath her. Her right hand was completely red from the crimson substance that leaked from her body in various places.
In her bloodied and torn right hand, she held the hilt of her Odachi. As she staggered through the hallway towards her room, the tip of the Odachi would be drug against the floor, creating a fine little slice from when she entered all the way to when she got to her room. She wondered if the management would care..
She'd kill them if they gave her any crap about cuttin' up their floor.
Her eyes were downcast, no emotion creeping into them at all. It was as though she didn't feel pain. She sighed loudly when she reached her room, turning the knob and opening the door with her left hand. She walked over to the bed that had been provided for her and simply threw her sword down beside the bed, letting it fall where it may.
She staggered over to the bed and sat down on it. Immediately, she began patching up her wounds with a small medical kit she had stored beneath her bed.
She really was too stubborn to go the infirmary..Plus she'd probably kill anybody if they touched her.
She began bandaging, applying ointment, disinfectant, all that stuff to her various wounds.
Immediately after she was done patching herself up, she lay back in her bed and tried to get some long-needed rest. Fas turned, hearing someone else walking down the hallway behind him, just fast enough to catch a glimpse of Raine. He blinked one eye, and most likely would have blinked the other if it hadn't been bandaged. He raised his hand to wave to her, but she had already gone into her room. He stood still for a moment, then hung his head and let out a sigh before continueing onto his room, and he opened the door, looking at it.
"...Dammit....I'm never going to be able to sleep here."
The room was incredably small, filled with it's past occupent's trash. He could distinctly see roaches scatter when he opened the door.
"...Saddam had it better in his ******** spider hole...." Fas said, sighing as he walked over to the bed and sat on it, trying to keep his eyes from tearing up.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 10:33 am
With a groan, Trei enters his small, spartan dorm room. The poor guy's mind is reeling, battered by the events of the day... That b*****d's call for a re-match, the loss of Honour and Glory, and that little explodey trick that had been the blades' last stand. What the hell had happened?
Not really in the mood to stay up too much longer, the young man collapses face-first into his bed, unhooking each sheathe from its respective waist and dropping the ruined weapons to the floor bedside. As always, Honour on the left, Glory on the right... and yet, with both swords reduced to about a foot's worth of blade, it seems like an empty gesture.
Massively bummed, the young man pulls a pillow over his head and forces himself to drift off to sleep...
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 11:51 am
It isn't too long before Trei manages to fall asleep, wanting nothing more than to be surrounded in that merciful, dreamless void. The guilt, the fatigue, the confusion... he just wants them all to melt away while he seeks sanctuary in temporary oblivion. And, at first, they do...
Unfortunately, the peace of the Void is about to be shattered; the demons that have so long lain dormant in the young man's mind are stirring, their confidence bolstered by the arrival of new fears and dark memories. Tonight, there will be no peace; there will be no mercy.
Tonight, the demons will run rampant through his blood...
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 1:05 pm
Images that no one should ever be forced to see run like a nightmare carousel through Trei's sleeping mind, causing the poor guy to thrash around like a fish out of water atop his small bed... Images of dead bodies and demons, of Oblivionic's exploding chest and, worse, his own body breaking apart around him. Images of a young boy amidst a hellhole of carnage, his world shattered beyond repair. In the form of nightmares, Trei's memories are stirring... and with them, something else. A strange, primal presence that stirs within the very core of his soul, an embodiment of instinct and rage that threatens to consume him...
Outside his mind, something else is happening; blood is leaking from his mouth, eyes, and nose, creating dark pools on his pillow. His fingernails, too, are releasing thin, steady streams of the black liquid, creating dark pools around his shattered blades...
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