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 Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 6:55 pm
The boy's eyes eased open, seemingly unwilling to let in the light of an unfair world. There was someone beside him, no, two people. The one speaking was a beautiful young woman, but something seemed strange about her, as though she were not human like him. The other was older, wiser, the one calling the shots. Something about him scared Ace; each glance he took at this man gave him this funny feeling down in the pit of his gut, this feeling like this was no man at all.
Who were these people? Why were they trying to help? They couldn't bring his parents back, nobody could. His mouth opened:
"It's a joke...It's all a ******** joke..." he muttered as tears began to run down his forlorn face. "I heard a joke once...Man goes to doctor, says he's depressed. Says life is harsh, and cruel. Says he feels all alone in threatening world. Doctor says, 'Treatment is simple. The great clown, Pagliacci, is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up.' Man bursts into tears. Says 'But doctor... I am Pagliacci.' Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains."
And he was out once more, the tears streaming down his face faster and harder than ever.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 7:05 pm
Ophiuchus exhaled. Couldn't Lin just work on the potion while...? No, she just loved to take care of people that much.
The boy opened his eyes, and Ophiuchus moved beside him, looking down at him. Obviously, the boy was not alright. That would be a silly question to ask.
"What happened?" Ophi asked gently. "Why are you upset?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 11:39 am
((right, I'm gonna move lol. Taking too long razz ))  Jack Magnússon BOOOOOMMM!!!! Stupid music, PLAY SOME GOOD STUFF!! Finishing his lunch, Jack decided to go see what all this nonsense was with the stage. Once Jack had wandered lazily outside, he found himself in the crowd of what appeared to be more of a political rally than a music show. Something about a race, and ownership of the school, not that he cared about that, but the race sounded like a laugh. " A race? I might have just the thing at home... I'll need to get my family to ship it down though." He said under his breath to himself at the back of the now overly worked up crowd. Jack was already the owner of a rather nifty magical powered racer, maybe this could be his chance to take some spotlights again. Causing a little disruption was also something he felt like at the moment and it was pretty easy to do from his 'out of the way' position. Being at the back of the crowd, Jack was certainly out of direct view and pointing to just below the right-hand corner of the large decorative stage... " Praemium..." He muttered taking out the foundations at said corner, causing the stage to shudder and creak rather unsettlingly. " Too noisy for a lunch time anyway." He complained inside his head, blending into the crowd more.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 3:57 pm
{{Who is playing the student in the hospital wing?}}
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 4:00 pm
((LOL!!!! Boom, of course!))
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 4:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 7:13 pm
{{... Whoops! lol. Sorry. I didn't know he was talking about Lin and Ophi.}}
Lin looked at the boy in concern as he passed out. She turned her head to look at her professor and spoke softly.
"Professor, I think... with what he said, that he is slightly insane with grief. I have only ever seen individuals behave that way when they have lost someone close to them and can go literally insane. Either that or he has been scared beyond reason."
{{Aaaand I keep forgetting to make clone Lin's text purple.}}
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 7:33 pm
The boy sat up suddenly, his eyes opening slightly as he began to dig through his pockets. There, there it is. With such speed and certainty that his saviors were left with no time to react, the boy unsheathed a knife with a blade of at least five inches, and proceeded to stab himself repeatedly and viciously in the chest and neck. Blood poured onto the floor, his jugular spitting up like some sort of macabre infant every time his heart struck a note. That was it. Death over grief.
He collapsed onto the floor once more, and began to laugh fiendishly as the blood pooled behind his lips.
"It's all a ******** JOKE!" he screamed, the droplets splattering out across the room. Clutching and tearing at his chest in pain, the boy ripped his clothing free.
His saviors sat in shock, for the wounds had already healed. It was like he had never done it; no marks, no scars, no indication beyond the blood that he had feigned suicide at all. He knew it wouldn't work. He knew all along.
It had been said that nothing could kill him, now he was left with one harrowing question:
'How long will nothing take...'
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 2:18 pm
((Here's another post as Ialo. These are kinda fun, but can you guys please rescue him again already? It's only fun for so long.))
She stood silently, staring at him. It was impressive how erratic he was. She would watch him pace anxiously in circles, blabbering on and on about betrayal and loneliness and the human condition, whatever that was. And then, sometimes, he was like this. In a place where mere minutes were entire weeks, she had watched him go through so many moods until finally, now, he seemed settled. The mental scenery had been the same for days now, a blank space quickly filling up with writing on the walls. Oh, the writing…. She didn’t understand a single word of it, only that apparently, he found it important.
“And then this does this and goes over and through like that… And these over here will keep it controlled, and those will feed it…” He stepped back for a moment, staring at a diagram he had just completed.
“I won’t ever finish it,” he said, and shook his head. “Yes I will. I have a long time. No, no, I still won’t ever finish it can’t be done. Yes it - No, no… Wait… Um…” The man turned around. “Null, what do you think?”
Null stared at him blankly, and blinked, her right eye obscured by metal and hair. She shrugged, chains shifting and clinking as they hit one another.
“I won’t ever get to use it, I know,” he said, and turned back. “But still…. Cogito ergo sum. Je pense donc je suis. Descartes said it. I think therefore I am.”
She became wary, wondering what sort of strange crap the guy would spout this time. There was not a doctor in the world, she concluded, that would ever be able to determine what sort of drugs he had been taking.
“And I’m thinking this, which means it exists just as much as I do.” He crossed his arms, surveying his work with gray-green eyes. “I’d love to test it out, but no more magic…”
Null rolled her eyes, a motion that did not go undetected despite his turned back.
“I think, therefore I exist, even if I can no longer feel, or hear, or see. I exist, and I have created this, which means it exists too, even if it’s all in my imagination.” He held his arms out, grandly standing before an immense wall. What was once blank and white, devoid of any thoughts, was now filled with diagram after diagram. Expression after expression, hundreds, if not thousands, lines of equations and verifications, as well runes and magic circles, spell incantations, and perhaps even some alchemy symbols as well, although that was never one of his major studies.
He waited for a response. When none came, he seemed crestfallen. “Luna would have been proud… No, she is proud, somewhere, I’m sure. I just don’t know where.” She couldn’t be dead. He refused to believe that. It was just a nasty trick Setsuka had played on him, and somewhere, Luna was trapped, waiting for him to rescue her. She was definitely not dead. Certainly not her. Certainly not the woman who meant the most to him.
He looked down, and felt another part of his mind go numb. “I wish she were here with me… I don’t want to be alone…. Why are they all dead?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 10:52 am
((I could have the twins rescue him, but I don't know if we were actually being serious then. xD)) The figure took a step back, mildly irritated at having been interrupted, tapping their foot impatiently. The other members of the band just stared blankly forward as they waited. He rolled his eyes as he listened to what the person said. Wow... that was... corny as hell. "Get the hell off my stage," he said, mildly annoyed. He watched as they jumped away, rolling their eyes a bit. They were falling into the roll of the Reaper now, the personality changing slightly to match up with their persona. He shook his head, walking back up to the microphone. "Well, apparently we're in a 50s movie," he said, shaking his head a little. Who in their right mind agreed to let someone out of prison after a race? Someone stayed up to late watching bad movies. He snapped his fingers, a pair of massive skeletal arms raising up above them, forming a tent over the stage with their fingers. It wasn't exactly sweet or whatever, but it would probably look cool. Giant skeleton arms... he was slightly bored. He hit a few keys on the keyboard , trying to think of what song to play next. "Well, since we're apparently in the 50s, here's a song that won't be written for 50 years on an instrument that won't be invent for about 20 or 30," he said. ~~ http://il.youtube.com/watch?v=q9oKGKYpVa4 ~~
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 11:26 am
((*cough* Ignored much?))
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 5:21 pm
Lin screamed out as the boy suddenly woke up and began to stab himself with a knife. Yes, she was working hard at becoming a healer, but none of her studies had prepared her for something like this! Blood was everywhere and the look in the boy's eyes was one of complete insanity and hopelessness.
Before she could physically do something to stop the student, though, his wounds miraculously began to heal themselves. They closed and repaired themselves perfectly, not even scars were left behind.
Lin turned to her professor with wide, horror-filled eyes. Thankfully, though, her professional side took over and pushed her panicked half to the back of her mind. With trembling lips, she began to speak softly.
"Blood... He... He has lost a lot of blood. He will need a transfusion, Professor Akakios. I do not know where you keep the supplies to do such a procedure."
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 11:02 am
((I liked this Woonren kid and his stage show until they started playing Green Day x_x))
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 11:06 am
((Woonren, look up Cage The Elephant, Alien Ant Farm, The Clash, Bring Me The Horizon, August Burns Red, A Skylit Drive, The Dodos, Enter Shikari, Iwrestledabearonce, Gorillaz, The Killers, Incubus, Modest Mouse, old Muse, Pearl Jam, Say Anything, Single File, Them Crooked Vultures, god just anything but Green Day lol))
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 2:58 pm
BoomXXIV ((Woonren, look up Cage The Elephant, Alien Ant Farm, The Clash, Bring Me The Horizon, August Burns Red, A Skylit Drive, The Dodos, Enter Shikari, Iwrestledabearonce, Gorillaz, The Killers, Incubus, Modest Mouse, old Muse, Pearl Jam, Say Anything, Single File, Them Crooked Vultures, god just anything but Green Day lol)) ((Listen to him, Woonren. He knows his stuff.))
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