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| Episode Placement: After episode 50 |
| Rain is with the group again, along with Ryouki. A new door opens.... |
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 Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 8:25 pm
"Ugh, sometimes I curse all of these stupid things that go on here." she said as she walked out of the control room turning up the volume on her walkie as she did so. "Atleast the ship isn't flying in circles or loops again..." Nic said to herself as she let her hands rest in her pockets and blew some hair from her face.
Upon reaching the medical bay Nic looked down the hallway to seeing if Reiku was close. Opening the doors she walked in to find that she had made it before the other two had. "Well in that case..." Nic started to set up the bed for Okk so he wouldn't have to wait to lie down.
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Posted: Thu Feb 04, 2010 9:58 pm
The longing was too great. A burning tightness, a tug that pulled his lips into a perpetual frown, the scent of a man left unattended and unloved (which smells like chaffed skin). A redness in more than just his cheeks, yet a ghost of his already pallid form.
Years had gone by and doors had closed. His body was limp and feeble, too feeble to open a window. The porcelain floor reflected his sad visage, which only disappeared behind the prism of standing water from his tears. Staggered breath as the walls closed in around him. He was suffocating. And the air conditioning of his heart was broken.
His foundation was breaking, and with every creak and groan a scourge of rodents and locust poured in, lapping up the air and crawling down his underpants. He would have considered pesticides, but the only poison he had ever known was the bile of a beautiful relationship ended before its time, and the spit and venom of a woman's love unrequited. This mickey had long since left the drink and entered his inner workings, a cold cocktail of indisciminate distruction and hate.
He had willingly gone to the bar and watched as the viper sunk its teeth into his arm, the tough jock gripping his underwear full of spiders and incests and pulling, pulling like his lips into that unceasing crease of godforsaken, depression-ridden grief.
He never was a smart man, but he understood most things needed of him. He could work a job like no one's business, and when the time came, he always had an opinion. But there comes a time when you aren't allowed to have an opinion. All you have is an option. One option. You could call that destiny, when a man has nowhere else to go, no choice. He knew it was his time. He knew he had only one option. One destiny. And that destiny called for him to leave this world as gracefully as he entered it.
Quinn died at the ripe age of 21 after shoving a broomstick down his esophagus.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 10:38 pm
The small dusty cardboard box in the corner of the lab jumbled, dust shivering off like streams of water. It jittered again, bounced, and then exploded open, forming a small plume of microscopic dirty particles.
A shadowy form muddle through the cloud, slumped out with one week leg, and then took another step forward. From the clutter emerged a man wearing a shredded lab coat, black worn kakki pants, and a crooked tie.
"Has the time come?" A voice rumbled from the figure. "Has it finally come?" He looked around a moment, waited, but no reponse came. "At last! Bwahahahahahahahaha!"
He stumbled across the room, finally revealing himself as none other than Professor Xellien, the Dastardly.
"I've waited years for the this moment, years! They never thought to look inside the card board box, as I had perfectly deducted from countless years of social and phycological experimentation and study. Yes, now no one will stop me!"
He pressed a button conveniently placed on the wall, and the large metal panels split, sliding to the side with a withering screech.
Inside the new opening was an uexpectadly small room. In the center stood a glass cylindar surrounded by beeping and glittering consoles. Xellien approached the nearest, and with the ease that came as naturally as breathing, he pressed a button.
A beam of celestial light poured within the glass and sung a note that could have been an angels. It's purety filled the room, becoming brighter and brighter until only white remained. Then with a loud pop, only darkness remained.
Within the tube was a glimmer of light, as if somehow hope had been captured within an instant. Xellien slowly approached, lowering his arms that shielded his eyes. The glass sunk below, and floating the center of what could have been the universe was a cupcake of pure white. White frosting, white cake, white sprinkles, and a white cherry on top. Of course the center was chocolate.
Xellien took the cupcake, thousands of years of anxious patience and hope pounding upon him in a single moment.
"At last," he whispered, and licked the succulent milky cream.
The world shuttered... Then exploded.
The End.
(That's a pretty fitting way to end this RP, I think. And since you're all gone, who's going to defy me?
BWEHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
I'm seriously under the impression no one will read this, or if they do, they won't care enough to reply. So don't think I'm goading or anything.
Sides, I was the guy who was never around but sometimes showed up. Makes sense right?
Tah tah chaps and chappets! Been fun.)
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