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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 6:23 pm
((I'll be gone all weekend -- out of state competition. Please try and fix whatever misunderstandings/mistakes currently made. I realize there was a confusion but for future reference please don't mod another character unless given permission. I'm not sure if I had put this in the rules, but If I haven't then I will now. No more problems? biggrin ))
Booker jumped as his feet touched ground once again. Had that actually just happened? He had used the flume? It was so strange, one moment he was running for his life; nearly getting zapped by dados and the next . . . he was here. But where was here?
Denduron. It was the only word, the only name, that had come to his panic-stricken mind. He had shouted it into the darkness, unsure if it would work. If it hadn’t he would probably have been thrown into another game already.
As the light disappeared and his eyes adjusted, he felt as if he was alone, but a quick glance over his shoulder told him otherwise. He saw a girl and a boy, about the same age as he. His first instinct was to take the defensive and he stumbled backwards, falling to the ground.
“Get away from me!” he shouted, frightened.
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2007 1:46 pm
Je suis a toi ((I'll be gone all weekend -- out of state competition. Please try and fix whatever misunderstandings/mistakes currently made. I realize there was a confusion but for future reference please don't mod another character unless given permission. I'm not sure if I had put this in the rules, but If I haven't then I will now. No more problems? biggrin ))
Booker jumped as his feet touched ground once again. Had that actually just happened? He had used the flume? It was so strange, one moment he was running for his life; nearly getting zapped by dados and the next . . . he was here. But where was here?
Denduron. It was the only word, the only name, that had come to his panic-stricken mind. He had shouted it into the darkness, unsure if it would work. If it hadn’t he would probably have been thrown into another game already.
As the light disappeared and his eyes adjusted, he felt as if he was alone, but a quick glance over his shoulder told him otherwise. He saw a girl and a boy, about the same age as he. His first instinct was to take the defensive and he stumbled backwards, falling to the ground.
“Get away from me!” he shouted, frightened.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 8:12 pm
Booker scrambled backwards further until his back met the cold wall of the cavern and he couldn’t go anywhere. He pushed his back up against the wall, drawing his knees closer to him trying to make himself as close to the wall and as small as possible.
“G-get away f-from m-me.” He stuttered in terror, his voice nearing a whisper, “D-don’t touch m-me.”
Booker glanced around wildly. Who were these people? Had he just left one place of trouble to step into another? He hoped not. Booker sat terrified, frozen and nearly fainting with fear.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 1:16 pm
"Oh," Celiene said pityingly, but did oblige and stayed back. "I'm your friend, okay?" she said, not sure how to calm one who had just traveled through a flume, which, as described by her father, was an amazingly mind-blowing event. She knelt on her knees so it would look like she wasn't about to attack. Of course, that's what worked with animals, anyway. "You're alright now," she said, in what she hoped was a soothing tone.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 4:48 pm
Booker hugged his knees tightly, drawing them as close into his chest as possible. The girl spoke to him softly and this calmed him down a little, but he was still trembling. I’m not alright, he thought, I’m not alright. I think I’ve lost my mind. None of this could be happening, please tell me this isn’t happening. One . . . two . . . three . . . wake up. One-two-three Wake up. Wake up! Please wake up, please be dreaming. I’m not alright.
“I’m not alright.” He voiced his last thought in a nearly silent whisper as he buried his face in his knees.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 8:28 am
Celiene truly wasn't sure how to respond to this. "You're... um... you're not insane... if anything, I am... I'm not going to harm you, you're safe here, can you just tell me what happened?" she asked hopefully.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 9:10 am
“I . . . I w-was running. Th-they were g-going to catch me a-and throw m-me back into the g-games . . . I d-didn’t have a-anywhere t-to go . . . I-I just said . . . a-and I’m h-here . . . there w-were journals and . . . I couldn’t c-compete again, they w-would have k-killed me.”
Booker managed to explain a little but wasn’t sure if it made any sense. He kept his face down and hidden by his arms which were covered by the challenger white shirt. He was challenger white. He had been for a while now, competing all the time. He did what he could to stay alive, no matter what it was. Many times had he seen his white shirt stained red, not with only his blood.
He tried to keep awake as he continued to tremble. He was so tired, all he wanted was sleep.
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 10:41 am
Only one thing was going through her mind at this point; what Saint Dane said. “Now I’m almost glad I haven’t killed that miserable traveler from Second Earth.” She held onto three words as she drifted into unconsciousness, he’s still alive . . . Bobby's still alive.
Good for him, but what was to become of her? She was the one being strangled by Saint Dane right now. Would he kill her? That would be the obvious answer. This was why his next actions were questionable. He let her go. Wynter dropped to the ground unconscious as the demon let out a soft chuckle.
“I won’t kill you yet.” He whispered to her though she couldn’t hear him, “I have yet to have my fun. After all the travelers were gone things got boring. Now that things have changed . . . I know there are others. Will you give them this massage for me?”
He dropped a folded note next to her and walked away, repeating what the note said in his mind.
Hello my dear travelers.
Congratulations. You’ve managed to do the impossible. You have created another generation. This you will soon regret. It is time to make your first important decision. Will you stay in the game or drop out? Hurry up and make up your minds because, as you can see, I will not stay hidden forever. The time is near for the downfall of Halla. You are all too late. Step down and save yourselves the trouble, or stay in and become puppets of my string. It’s your choice. This is my only and last warning.
~Saint Dane
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 9:50 am
Je suis a toi “I . . . I w-was running. Th-they were g-going to catch me a-and throw m-me back into the g-games . . . I d-didn’t have a-anywhere t-to go . . . I-I just said . . . a-and I’m h-here . . . there w-were journals and . . . I couldn’t c-compete again, they w-would have k-killed me.”
Booker managed to explain a little but wasn’t sure if it made any sense. He kept his face down and hidden by his arms which were covered by the challenger white shirt. He was challenger white. He had been for a while now, competing all the time. He did what he could to stay alive, no matter what it was. Many times had he seen his white shirt stained red, not with only his blood.
He tried to keep awake as he continued to tremble. He was so tired, all he wanted was sleep.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 10:12 am
Booker cringed. He didn’t even want to talk about it, but supposed he should tell her.
How could she not know?
“Q-Quillian games.” He stammered tiredly, “They’re g-games designed to . . . t-test limits. You d-do whatever you can to w-win. No m-matter what it i-is. You either f-fight to win, or fight t-to survive. Either way it’s a fight to the death.”
Booker shivered, trying to forget his most recent game. This one, he feared, was the most traumatizing.
“Please, just . . .” he paused. He wanted to tell her to go away, leave him alone. He just wanted to curl up and sleep, to get some rest for the first time in a long while. But he couldn’t. At the same time as wanting her to go away, he wanted her to stay. She seemed nice and maybe she could help him.
“What’s . . . your name?”
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 4:04 pm
"Celiene," she said quickly. "Wait, what kind of game is that? How could -- that's sick!" Celiene announced finally. After a moment, she seemed to just realize the condition Booker had to be in. "Here --" she took off her white fur jacket and put it over Booker's shoulders, not only because the mountains were cold, but because she saw it as an act of generosity and kindness, which she definitely wanted to portray to him. "Are you okay now?" she asked, biting her lip, watching him worriedly.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 8:26 pm
Celiene. That was a nice name. When Celiene gave an outcry about how twisted the games were Booker would have liked to smack her upside the head and given her a nice well duh! But he just stayed quiet and smiled a little, glad to know he wasn’t the only one who thought that way about the games.
When she put her jacket across his shoulders he shivered a bit realizing how cold it was.
“I . . . I think so.” He replied, “I’m just . . . just tired.”
Booker was surprised to hear her sound worried about him. That was something he had truthfully never experienced – someone’s worry for him. At the end of a game his assisting dado, Number Eight, would say something along the lines of ‘I’m glad you’re alright, I was worried that this challenge would be your last’ but he knew the dado was just programmed. Booker began to relax a little and he looked up to Celiene instead of keeping his face buried in his knees. He realized that she had given her name; he should probably introduce himself as well.
“M-my name’s Booker.” He said softly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 2:48 pm
Celiene tried to hide her worry for a moment and smile lightly, but wasn't quite sure if she had been successful or not.
"Nice to meet you, Booker," she said with all the politeness she could muster.
"So... how'd you know to call out 'Denduron?'" Celiene asked. "Or -- would you like to go down the mountain first, or leave here?" she inquiried, not quite sure what to do when someone had just appeared out of a flume.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2007 9:31 pm
“Somewhere to rest would be nice.” Booker said tiredly. He was grateful for Celiene’s help but was still curious as to who she really was. Could she have been another like himself, someone who could use the flumes? Or could she just be someone with the knowledge of their workings? Either scenario would be strange but the first seemed more likely.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2007 3:01 pm
Celiene nodded, and stood up. Before they started the journey down the mountain, she said, "The quigs have been becoming more active, so try to stay close..." She pulled out a whistled. "And hold on to this, blow in it if we're attaked -- not saying we will be," she added hastily, not wanting to frighten him anymore.
//assuming Caesar's left, I guess.... cause I've decided he's left... without anyone being aware... >__< \
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