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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:05 pm
Sensual Enigma Tourmaline New House Rule
From now on, instead of third-person, I need all character's to be in first-person almost as if you are the character yourself. The reason for this: to get a better feel for your character, and for better role playing purposes. The only reason that I'm allowed to post in third is because I'm the Storyteller, and I'm supposed to write it from a limited view, what your character sees, hears, feels, tastes, and smells. (I've been doing omniscient third, but I'll change it to limited third now.)
I'm sorry if this causes any inconviences for you, but I'm sure something new never killed anyone. Go ahead, give it a try. I promise you won't die... maybe...(OOC: Meh, some characters seem better in 1st person, some in 3rd. But will do. Though you spelled my character's last name wrong, it's Cochran).
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:38 pm
[.Chiaroscuro.] ((Whoops, just saw the rule... fixing...))
I stared down at the books that Gary so graciously left in my apparent care. I wondered if he would ever return for them. Definitely not, I decided with a grim frown. God-fearing man he may be... he may have just disposed of the only pieces of murder evidence he had left to get rid of. And smeared them with ink, too, for whatever reason... I gingerly closed the blackened books and stacked them before setting them behind the desk. No need for these bloody books to scare away the patrons... I grimaced and shuddered as I went over that thought once more. Good god, what am I doing... These are covered in it, murder evidence or no, I want nothing more to do with them!
I quickly scooped them up and hurried outside, placing them swiftly beside a dumpster. Checking to make sure no one had seen, I quickly re-entered the library. I sighed in some form of relief as I maneuvered my way towards my desk. Glad that's taken care of...
((Alas, I must depart. Good night...))
[[I must apologize in advance, though, if the library's layout is confusing to you. I haven't decided on it completely.]]
As you comfortably seat yourself, you feel this sudden aura of fear settle over you. Glancing around, you see no one in the library--of course, no one would be here this early, would they? Not even the book worms, geeks, or slackers-who-need-to-finish-last-month's-essay--it's almost suicide to wake up this early. Unless your head librarian, of course. Not even the other librarians dare rise this early. They'll usually appear around 10:00am, 10:15 at the latest. So where was this feeling coming from? It's feels like someone is watching, but... no one's there...
Swiveling in your leather rolling chair, your breath ceases, and your entire body freezes as you spot the books sitting on the front desk again. The covers seemed to have darkened to an ebony-ash color, and it almost seems as if... as if... the pages are... bleeding? But, that's impossible! Books don't bleed! The books are from Hell!!!
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:40 pm
Galvorte Sensual Enigma Tourmaline New House Rule
From now on, instead of third-person, I need all character's to be in first-person almost as if you are the character yourself. The reason for this: to get a better feel for your character, and for better role playing purposes. The only reason that I'm allowed to post in third is because I'm the Storyteller, and I'm supposed to write it from a limited view, what your character sees, hears, feels, tastes, and smells. (I've been doing omniscient third, but I'll change it to limited third now.)
I'm sorry if this causes any inconviences for you, but I'm sure something new never killed anyone. Go ahead, give it a try. I promise you won't die... maybe...(OOC: Meh, some characters seem better in 1st person, some in 3rd. But will do. Though you spelled my character's last name wrong, it's Cochran). [[Oh, I'm very sorry! I'll fix that right away! :nods compliently:]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 4:47 pm
I stood, stepping back from my chair and the desk, aghast and most certainly surprised. Someone's playing a very cruel, sick joke on me... I thought as I looked around the library. "Hello? Whatever the punchline is, I would very much like to hear it..." I was only met with silence. Not even an echo, the other books made sure of that. I stared down at the oozing books and felt myself paling considerably. Pulling my chair to seat myself again, I thought about my options. There weren't many. I considered trying to get them out of my sight again, but whoever was pulling this joke certainly knew how to get around that and amplify the prank ferociously as they did so. I wrung my hands in distress. This was not a good way to begin a day.
I breathed in and sighed. Blood was beginning to drip down onto the desk. Suddenly I felt a deep temptation... to open one. It was a curious feeling I had never really experienced in this magnitude before, I had a overwhelming need to know what was inside that was deeper than any thirst for knowledge I had ever come across. That, or it was an intense craving for a bit of insanity, which was an entirely plausible idea as well. I resisted the urge as best I could; nothing good would come from even thinking about opening those demonic books. After a few minutes, I couldn't even bear to look at them, so I simply (and gingerly) picked up the books and placed them on the floor beside me, laying out some extra newspaper to keep the blood from getting on the wood floors, at least momentarily. I noticed as I lifted them that they no longer smelled of dust and grime... but of acrid smoke and sulfur. It disgusted me.
I sat upright and closed my eyes, trying not to think of the horror that now sat next to me. Glancing down at my hands, I saw they were coated in the black soot. There were even a few droplets of blood on them. This sight broke something within me; I couldn't handle it anymore. It was clear that there was no one here, and if they were, they wanted to reveal nothing to me. The urge to open them were getting stronger... or it could be my mind playing tricks on me. The demon books do not want you to read them, Jem...
I stood and briskly walked away, trying to ignore the burning feeling of curiosity digging a pit inside me. I need an answer... Some sort of answer... But where would one look for answers to rid yourself of a demonic stalker in book-form?
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:15 pm
[.Chiaroscuro.] I stood, stepping back from my chair and the desk, aghast and most certainly surprised. Someone's playing a very cruel, sick joke on me... I thought as I looked around the library. "Hello? Whatever the punchline is, I would very much like to hear it..." I was only met with silence. Not even an echo, the other books made sure of that. I stared down at the oozing books and felt myself paling considerably. Pulling my chair to seat myself again, I thought about my options. There weren't many. I considered trying to get them out of my sight again, but whoever was pulling this joke certainly knew how to get around that and amplify the prank ferociously as they did so. I wrung my hands in distress. This was not a good way to begin a day.
I breathed in and sighed. Blood was beginning to drip down onto the desk. Suddenly I felt a deep temptation... to open one. It was a curious feeling I had never really experienced in this magnitude before, I had a overwhelming need to know what was inside that was deeper than any thirst for knowledge I had ever come across. That, or it was an intense craving for a bit of insanity, which was an entirely plausible idea as well. I resisted the urge as best I could; nothing good would come from even thinking about opening those demonic books. After a few minutes, I couldn't even bear to look at them, so I simply (and gingerly) picked up the books and placed them on the floor beside me, laying out some extra newspaper to keep the blood from getting on the wood floors, at least momentarily. I noticed as I lifted them that they no longer smelled of dust and grime... but of acrid smoke and sulfur. It disgusted me.
I sat upright and closed my eyes, trying not to think of the horror that now sat next to me. Glancing down at my hands, I saw they were coated in the black soot. There were even a few droplets of blood on them. This sight broke something within me; I couldn't handle it anymore. It was clear that there was no one here, and if they were, they wanted to reveal nothing to me. The urge to open them were getting stronger... or it could be my mind playing tricks on me. The demon books do not want you to read them, Jem...
I stood and briskly walked away, trying to ignore the burning feeling of curiosity digging a pit inside me. I need an answer... Some sort of answer... But where would one look for answers to rid yourself of a demonic stalker in book-form?
Suddenly, it seems as if the day fades quickly into night. The entire library darkens except for the few areas where you turned on the light. The smell of copper thickens, and you almost taste it on your tongue. What's going on?
You feel hot breath on the back of your neck, and you spin around to face a hulking form of a... a monster... It's skin is as black as the pages you saw ealier, and crimson ichor oozes from his many orfaces. It's three blood-red eyes set on you, and an overwhelming sense of panic seizes your heart. What is this? Where'd this creature come from? What does it want? To eat you? Kill you?
That's when the instinct to run kicks in!
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:22 pm
I felt my heart re-start the moment my feet started moving. It didn't matter that I was wearing my ridiculously heavy, clunky boots again, all that mattered was that I got out of there, and quickly! I knew the library layout like it had been burned into my skull, so I automatically headed for the nearest exit. Fear boosted my speed and heightened my awareness, but that didn't stop my feet from the occasional trip and stumble. Every time my boots caught something, a wave of fresh panic would shoot through me, urging me onwards to get away from wherever the hellish monster was.
Reaching for the doorknob, I jiggled it frantically. "Come on, come on..." I gritted my teeth. The door had a history of jamming. This was the worst possible time for technology failure! I shook the door frantically. "Let me out!" I shrieked, my voice breaking to a higher pitch due to my fright. I closed my eyes and forced it, dreading that the moment when the monster would catch me would be avoided...
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:34 pm
[[This is for Galvorte!]]
It's early morning, and you sit at your dining table, snacking on a light breakfast. You don't want to eat to much before investigating--you might regret it later! You're previous case turned out infruitious (because you either ran out of leads or the cops were being bribed too much), and you can't find anything new at the moment. So what if you couldn't prove that the mayor was really laundering cash with the LA Twistaz? You'd find something newer, fresher, BIGGER! You'd show the truth to someone--no, everyone! Everyone deserves to know the truth!
One problem: where do you start?
Setting your mug down, you contemplate the options. Well, you could investigate the rumours about people disappearing in that one dark alley... but, you got that from an old, homeless man... Or, maybe.... maybe...
Taking a sip from your coffee, you notice the ring it left on the newspaper, almost perfectly circling an ad that read:
"WRITER WANTED
"Experienced and/or talented writer sought to help elderly recluse compose his memoirs. I've led a long and unusual life and need the right wordsmith to tell my story. Only a curious, thorough and detail-oriented scribe will do. Generous salary, flexible hours. Apply in person, 8 am-10am, 133 Bora Bora Way, LA"
Now, that could be interesting...
Checking your watch, you notice that it's almost 8am. Maybe you should spruce up before you hurry and head out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:39 pm
[.Chiaroscuro.] I felt my heart re-start the moment my feet started moving. It didn't matter that I was wearing my ridiculously heavy, clunky boots again, all that mattered was that I got out of there, and quickly! I knew the library layout like it had been burned into my skull, so I automatically headed for the nearest exit. Fear boosted my speed and heightened my awareness, but that didn't stop my feet from the occasional trip and stumble. Every time my boots caught something, a wave of fresh panic would shoot through me, urging me onwards to get away from wherever the hellish monster was.
Reaching for the doorknob, I jiggled it frantically. "Come on, come on..." I gritted my teeth. The door had a history of jamming. This was the worst possible time for technology failure! I shook the door frantically. "Let me out!" I shrieked, my voice breaking to a higher pitch due to my fright. I closed my eyes and forced it, dreading that the moment when the monster would catch me would be avoided...
You hear a voice, distant, far away. At first, it was a whisper, then it become louder--you can make it out now, "...rong, Miss L? Are you all right?"
You feel hands grab your shoulders and shake lightly. Opening your eyes, you see that the sunlight has returned, and one of the students, Jason Foreman, looks at you with worry.
"Are you all right? You must've been freakin' somethin' or another, huh?"
What just happened?
Everything is back to normal (whatever "normal" may be), so you are at least thankful for that.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 9:53 pm
I paused and turned swiftly, but the person shaking me was normal and definitely not afraid of any monster that may be creeping about. There was no... no monster? What? But... I looked down at my hands. They were quivering beyond imagination, but the soot and blood were gone, as if it had never existed. I closed my eyes and sighed. There was no monster. Everything was alright. But now I looked like a crazed woman... Had there really been nothing to fear the whole time? "I'm... I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." I said softly, trying to maintain whatever composure I had left. I could feel my face turning red from my utter embarrassment. "I... I'm fine, Mr. Foreman, thank you..." I said, stepping back from the man. I nodded to reassure both him and myself (but mainly myself) before turning to walk slowly back towards my desk, trying hard not to shake as I went.
Whatever had just happened... I couldn't have imagined Gary, or the books from last night... So maybe I simply imagined him and them today? Was the whole thing just a product of my over-worked mind? "I need a vacation..." I sighed as I approached my blood-free desk. The books were real, I had touched them... They left residue... but they're gone, too.
A chilling image of the monster ran through my mind again. It was too imaginary to be real... but then again, it was just too real to be imaginary. I ran a hand through my hair and groaned softly. No more horror novels, I vowed to myself.
((Edit: I must go, ttyl...))
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:10 pm
[[Sorry, but I'm going to retire for the night, all right? See you tomorrow! 3nodding ]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:22 pm
"Huh." Now that's interesting. I reread the ad once more, wondering exactly what about it compels me so. It's nothing much out of the ordinary . . . yet somehow it calls to me. It tugs at something in my memory that I can't quite recall. It's like something out of a role-playing game. I think this was an adventure hook in a game I played once. Such a small, everyday thing, that triggers such an unexpected reaction -- yet he never would have noticed it but for the stain from his coffee mug. Is this fate?I'm not due to show up in the newsroom until almost noon today, so I've got time to go. On a lark, I decide I will go. Now the only thing is what to wear. He's elderly -- probably something more formal, then. But maybe. . . . I decide to try something a little different, thinking my favorite tee will make me stand out a little, while still presenting a the appearance of a serious writer. I finish my breakfast with more speed than normal, before dressing and otherwise attending to my appearance, and head out the door -- first making sure that I have the address and other information written down. (OOC: Yes, I have that t-shirt. And I could also swear that I've heard this hook before. . . .)
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:40 am
Sensual Enigma Tourmaline "WRITER WANTED "Experienced and/or talented writer sought to help elderly recluse compose his memoirs. I've led a long and unusual life and need the right wordsmith to tell my story. Only a curious, thorough and detail-oriented scribe will do. Generous salary, flexible hours. Apply in person, 8 am-10am, 133 Bora Bora Way, LA" Now, that could be interesting... ((You totally took that from the front of the Core book. But no matter, reading the stories is good for ideas. Also have you gotten around to reading my character as of yet? My apologies for this interruption)
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 10:13 am
Luminatus Sensual Enigma Tourmaline "WRITER WANTED "Experienced and/or talented writer sought to help elderly recluse compose his memoirs. I've led a long and unusual life and need the right wordsmith to tell my story. Only a curious, thorough and detail-oriented scribe will do. Generous salary, flexible hours. Apply in person, 8 am-10am, 133 Bora Bora Way, LA" Now, that could be interesting... ((You totally took that from the front of the Core book. But no matter, reading the stories is good for ideas. Also have you gotten around to reading my character as of yet? My apologies for this interruption) (OOC: That's why I've seen it before! I do the same thing with D&D plots sometimes, myself. Speaking of which, I should get back to DMing my game here. . . .)
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 7:24 pm
I hurry outside, but am stopped by my brother "Where are you going, dude?". I just look around and say "I'm off to buy some cigarettes...".
Outside, I search for a payphone, but alas, when I reach it, suddenly my mind is strucken by some toughts...Maybe I should call her tomorrow, I should enjoy the show and be with my bro... then I just remember that I'm not good at those "thinking things over" thing. I take the phone number from my jacket and call her in the middle of the night, hoping she will answer, maybe for a miracle.
As I make the call, I keep thinking about the girl, how she looke so fine, so great, so...vicious.
(Is it okay if I keep my roleplaying to a minium of a post a day?)
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 9:47 pm
Luminatus Sensual Enigma Tourmaline "WRITER WANTED "Experienced and/or talented writer sought to help elderly recluse compose his memoirs. I've led a long and unusual life and need the right wordsmith to tell my story. Only a curious, thorough and detail-oriented scribe will do. Generous salary, flexible hours. Apply in person, 8 am-10am, 133 Bora Bora Way, LA" Now, that could be interesting... ((You totally took that from the front of the Core book. But no matter, reading the stories is good for ideas. Also have you gotten around to reading my character as of yet? My apologies for this interruption) [[I knew someone would catch on sooner or later. And no, I haven't looked at your characters yet. I will after I'm done posting.]]
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