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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2004 4:47 pm
I am new, so this is my best try. Enjoy!
She tried to concentrate. The young man in front of her was clearly annoyed by her lack of response. The paramedics had checked her out, saying she was in shock. The police wouldn't let her go home with her baby, even once her husband had come from work. They insisted that since she had been so close, she was needed to make an I.D.
The cop gave a frustrated huff and was about to try again, when an older man, with a much kinder face came up behind him.
"It's alright, Johnson. I'll deal with her."
Taking her hand, kneeling in front of her, he spoke gently."Miss? Can you hear me? My name is Detective Hernandez. Please, I'd like to speak with you." His soft voice got through the daze caused by the garish lights and harsh sounds of police work. Her eyes focused, and she took in the man's tan, lined face. His deep brown eyes looked sad, sad for her. That touched her and she took another moment to study him. The strangest things began flickering in her head. She wanted to brush his salt and pepper hair out of his eyes. It reminded her of her husband's hair. Thinking of Robert sharpened her mind on why she was here. "I am Emily Davis. I was close to the woman when she was shot." Her voice broke as the last word trailed from her lips. She paused, then looked away, giving the next news reluctantly.
"And I saw the man very clearly. He winked at me." Her eyes glazed as she remembered the scene that had shattered her naivete and began sobbing for the first time in 3 hours.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2004 4:43 pm
"Oh, ********. How can you do this every day?"
"Watch your mouth, LB."
"Look at her, though..."
"I know. Now shh, I need silence."
Luther leaned over Booker, watching the man sew.
"LB, if you don't mind..."
"Yeah." Luther turned around and started searching Booker's work room for some scissors. He found them next to the sink. "Book," He said, "What the hell..."
"Is a finger doing in my sink? Sorry." He peeled off his rubber gloves and threw them in the garbage, then pulled some new ones on. "Coleen was chewing on it last night." He carefully lifted the mangled digit and help up a magnifying glass. "I still don't know who's it is."
Luther shivered. "Coleen? You still have her? I thought..." He looked sideways at Coleen, Booker's raven. She looked back at him, twitching and tilting her head from side to side.
"Relasing her into the wild was a bad idea." He placed the finger in a jar and cracked his knuckles. "I tried it yesterday, and well..." He tapped the jar, "She just came back, and brought a friend with her." He set the jar down and silently returned to his sewing.
After a few more stiches, he spoke again. "The scissors, LB." Booker held out his hand, and Luther gave him the scissors. Booker snipped a few times, and, "Ta-da! Good as new."
He stepped back and bowed low, smiling up at Luther. Luther stepped foreward to get a closer look at Booker's work.
"What do you think?" Booker asked proudly, peeling his gloves off, then placing his hand on Luther's shoulder. "Quality work, eh?"
Luther nodded. "You're really the best in the business, Book..." He put a glove on his right hand and felt the stiches in the young woman's neck. "If she was alive, I'm sure she'd be saying thanks. I mean..." He grabbed her chin and turned her head from side to side, "You can't hardly tell she was blasted through the throat."
Booker smiled and picked up the finger jar, holding it close to his eye. "Yep, Luth. You'll never find a better mortician in all of California than me. Not one. Not one..."
He stretched and looked up at the clock. "See you after lunch, LB." He put the jar down on his book case, pulled on his hat and coat, and left.
"Adios, " said Luther, grabbing his car keys and eyeing Coleen. Coleen eyed him back. "What?" Luther asked, heading for the door. Coleen tilted her head and watched him.
Luther squinted. "You are ******** creepy," he said. Coleen blinked. Luther shuddered and flipped off the lights, then locked up and left the mortuary to have his lunch break.
Coleen sat quietly in the dark, staring at the jar.
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 10:34 am
Sweet whee I love morticians!
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2004 1:17 pm
Penden Sweet whee I love morticians! Me too. 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 8:45 pm
I Feel Toast Penden Sweet whee I love morticians! Me too. 3nodding They always have the strangest sense of humor!
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2004 10:32 am
Here goes. I haven't done this since Creative Writing class.
What are you looking at, punk?" he growled.
"N-n-n-nothing, s-s-sir." the small boy managed to stammer out as the large man with the crooked grin leered over him.
While these two were engaed in conversation, the tanks rumbled on into the town. They thundered over the ground, crushing everything in their path, firing into the buildings when shots were fired. These shots were short lived and some were not from rifles either. Just as the boy completed his statement, there was a great explosion from the next block. "s**t. Damn those rebel scum," the sergeant growled as he turned and ran for the source of the explosion.
The boy, seeing him leave, turned and ran for one of the blown out buildings, looking for a place to hide. He was one of the "special" ones that the army was looking for and the reason the town was being raided.
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School Of Dedicated RPers Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2005 7:10 am
spiritknight Here goes. I haven't done this since Creative Writing class. Creative writing class is fun. There's only one thing that seems strange about your reply, which by itself I liked-- Why did the guy I described come in first to shoot some one? I was trying to give the impression that he knew her or knew something about her. Was she a 'special' person, too? Including that sort of small detail can help you keep the RP flowing smoothly. Other than that, I liked the idea. There's no reason the shooter has to be alone.
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 7:22 pm
Penden It was an overcast day that had yet to yield the promised rain. Yet it was still bright enough outside, and since the showers were forecast for well into the evening, only a few people were thinking of retiring inside. Maybe for a movie or an early lunch. There were several eateries near by as well as the theater. Heck, there was a real, live-action theater not much farther down the road from that. And then if you had a car there was a gym, a school, and then just about anything else.
For now there was a varied assortment of people, including at least two women with baby carriages, one man walking a dog, and teenagers generally milling around.
Then a thick man congealed into view with the quick, heavy step of a deed that can not be undone. He shot her, a simple looking woman reading a book on a bench. No one had foreseen the violence spark the way her match had sparked when she had hunched to light her cigarette.
She didn’t scream because there wasn’t enough left of her throat to scream: other people shrieked. “******** you!” the man spat before shooting at her again. Splinters flicked off the bench to the tune of his indiscriminate spread shot. One, two—A click as he pulled the hammer back again, but no shot this time. It was already overkill with her slut-red clothes soaking crimson and her book in as many tatters as her flesh. There had been no need to get close to kill her, but he had, and now the evidence was splattered on him. Of course, there were also several witnesses.
Ok, replying to this prompt, let's see how I do. wink Astri heard the gunshot, and spun around in horror. She shrieked at the grotesque appearance of the scene, the shooter looked positively mad. The teenage girl ran as fast as she could to the nearest phone booth behind the trees, medium brunette curls bouncing off her shoulders. She dialed 911, but knew deep down it was too late for the woman to be saved. All that was left to do now was for the killer to be stopped.
Astri looked up and saw the man had the gun pointed straight at her, and without thinking she ducked; but the bullet managed to pierce her shoulder. She screamed and yelled in pain as she fell to the ground. Before the man could do anything else, the police arrived and they managed to detain him.
Astri was rushed to the hospital, and was put under as they did surgery on her shoulder. She now had a cast on, and was sitting in the courtroom a month later; testifying against the murderer. After several more months of appeals, the man was finally found guilty, and was put to death. 'Til this day, Astri still remembers that, as the worst day of her life.Ok, how'd I do? I would've made it longer, but...I got bored, lol. xp
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 9:39 am
It was fine. You made it work as history for your character and that's great!
Normally in an RP setting you'd be jumping years ahead of the other characters, but this isn't an RP, haha, so that's fine.
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 9:30 pm
Penden It was fine. You made it work as history for your character and that's great! Normally in an RP setting you'd be jumping years ahead of the other characters, but this isn't an RP, haha, so that's fine. Yeah, I didn't exactly intend to do it in a way others could reply, as was said, this isn't an on-going RP. I needed to end it in some way...I hate leaving things off without a suitable ending, lol. Thanks for you comments. heart
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 8:58 pm
Akiameko Penden It was fine. You made it work as history for your character and that's great! Normally in an RP setting you'd be jumping years ahead of the other characters, but this isn't an RP, haha, so that's fine. Yeah, I didn't exactly intend to do it in a way others could reply, as was said, this isn't an on-going RP. I needed to end it in some way...I hate leaving things off without a suitable ending, lol. Thanks for you comments. heart That's a good habit for story writing, and writing your characters past is much like writing a story. xd
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2005 12:01 pm
Penden Akiameko Penden It was fine. You made it work as history for your character and that's great! Normally in an RP setting you'd be jumping years ahead of the other characters, but this isn't an RP, haha, so that's fine. Yeah, I didn't exactly intend to do it in a way others could reply, as was said, this isn't an on-going RP. I needed to end it in some way...I hate leaving things off without a suitable ending, lol. Thanks for you comments. heart That's a good habit for story writing, and writing your characters past is much like writing a story. xd Hehe, yeah. I tend to do decently at beginnings, but my endings tend to really suck. xp I don't finish most of the stories I write either... sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2005 2:58 pm
Do you not finish them because you don't think of an ending, because you can't think of one, or because you've thought of one but you just never get there or can't write it out to your satisfaction?
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2005 1:36 pm
The boy froze in shock when the gunfire went off. He had never seen such a tragedy before. Why? The question rang through his head almost like a church bell.
((This is really my firs attempt at something like this, I've never really been one for long descriptive posts))
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 7:25 am
A young woman ran silently into the park, and stopped suddenly, the vision of horror coming into her view. The sun glinted off the woman's red pools of blood, and that evil man just stood there, looking triuphantly at his handywork. She stepped back into the shadows of the trees to make sure he wouldn't see her.
"Why?" she thought to herself, her fists tightening in frustration, turning her knuckles white, "why couldn't i get here in time?"
Her hands relaxed, and the blood began to circulate again. She gulped, attempting to hold back the tears that would surely come. "you can't save them all, Dani," she thought to herself, a big, wet tear rolling down her cheeks.
A cold, emotionless chuckle shattered her thoughts. "Angel," the man said calmly, not removing his eyes from the remains of his victim.
Dani's head lifted slowly. If looks could kill, this man would be nothing better than the woman on the grass. She wiped the tear from her cheek, and stepped towards him.
"Demon," she said through gritted teeth.
He laughed again, and Dani's blood ran cold. "I'm impressed," he said, "a full hour before i expected you."
"You are a monster," she looked at him with digust.
"Me, the monster?" for the first time he looked away from the mangled body. "You are the one who decided to play the game."
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