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 Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 5:36 pm
A OnexOne
A Repo! The Genetic Opera Prequel
Featuring GraverobberOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAmber Sweet
OOOVanilla NerdOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIceColdEmbrace &
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Posted: Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:48 pm
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addicted to the knife
OOOTO CHANGE I N S I D E
................//// ooAmber Sweet, was a name capturing the attention of magazines and newspapers. It helped that her father was the famous Rotti Largo, of GeneCo. Her real name had been forgotten since she was 16, she decided that with her first surgery, came a new name to match the new face. A birthday gift from daddy.
ooGeneCo's Founder couldn't say no to his daughter, especially on a subject that was the technically a family business. So Amber was allowed surgeries on a whim. By 17 she'd had 7 different encounters with a scalpel, and her father didn't like it one bit. Rotti also didn't like the fact she had to use the legal Zydrate before and after every surgery. With rumors spreading about his daughter's addiction, something had to be done, to keep the Largo name clean. Rotti created the Zydrate Support Network a group that helped individuals addicted to both the legal and illegal version of Zydrate. Amber was to head the foundation, attending meetings, and reaching out to the addicts. Whenever asked about her life, her addictions, she declined every accusation made about her addiction to the knife, or to Zydrate.
ooAmber was preparing herself for a Zydrate meeting. She'd just finished with the first part of her surgery, a gift for her 18th birthday from her father. Amber was browsing through the headlines, waiting for her car to take her to the meeting. Her face pouted as she read peoples harsh views on her.
GeneCo's Founder Rotti Largo estimated a 60,000 dollar surgery for his daughter, Amber Sweet's 18th birthday. It is rumored she is changing her hair from brown to blond, and her eyes from gold to green. It's also been rumored that she has 3-4 schedualed visits with the SurGENs, and is planning to also change some of her internal organs. Does she really need this? Amber Sweet is a fine looking lady, but changing her hair? Her eyes? Is any part of her still her?
ooHer green eyes skimmed the page, to find people's guesses about her plans to change. People's assumptions to her drug use. The list went on, and on. In truth Amber had never had street Zydrate. She'd only had the legal version, and as much as she didn't want to think about it, the legal version seemed to be loosing it's kick. With her last visit to the SurGEN, her Zydrate dose barely lasted the whole 4 hour procedure, and the prescription she was given to take home was gone. She'd finished it, as the dose they gave her earlier wore off, and she continued taking it up until this meeting. A knock on her door, pulled her attention, and she knew it was time to leave.
ooThe meeting went on for about two hours, and finally everyone was released to go about there normal routines. Most of the people in the support group went to dark allies to get their fixes. Amber had to read some prepared speech, and the only thing she could focus on the whole night was the pain in her head. The last bit of Zydrate she had, wore off mid way trough the meeting, and now all she wanted was to numb the pain again. The meeting had been held in a older, two story building, in a not so great part of the city. While she was waiting for her driver, she could see the addicts exiting the building branching off. Some were surprisingly lounging to the side of the building in an alley. Amber scoffed at the thought, Really they're gonna go buy the street s**t, after my oh so influential speech? They could at least have the decency to walk a couple blocks away...Who am I kidding? I'm gonna go home and call a GENtern for a refill....
ooShe proceeded to stare out the window, watching as people gathered around a dark figure. Amber assumed he must of been a dealer, and her assumption were proven right, when she could see the tiny, bright, blue glow of Z. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene, each victim paying there way, getting their dose, and falling off into to a happy numb place.
That's it...I just have to see....
ooAmber's curiosity got the better of her, as she told the driver to wait outside, making up some excuse about talking to people about their problems. She left the building, trying to be quiet with each heeled click down the steps, that would lead her to the back alley. She could hear the people talking, about costs, and hits, she'd even heard them mention her name a couples times. Whether they said something good or bad, Amber couldn't tell. She bit her lip and peered around the corner, her eyes arched, as she saw the people. Some laying on floors, some leaning on walls with nothing but a numbing contentment. Something she desperately wanted to feel too.................
S C A L P E L S L U T
OOOTO FEEL A L I V E
................//// [[ That was a lot longer than I anticipated..anyway feel free to match or not match it ^^' I know you mentioned you were unhappy, hope things are doing/getting better]]
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Vanilla Nerd Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:35 am
"Graverobber!"
"Hey, Graverobber!"
"Graverobber, I need a hit!"
"Do I have enough, Graverobber!?"
"GRAVEROBBER!"
He had given up on telling people his name, they all insisted on calling him this 'Graverobber' character. It did suit him, he did in fact go out and rob graves. It wasn't that crazy to begin calling himself 'Graverobber'. It didn't seem as strange when he finally accepted it. The guy he once was had officially fallen away from society, that name would never be uttered from his lips. Although he'd never introduce himself as 'Graverobber', he'd let the rumors escalate within his community.
"Graverobber," It seemed that one person after another was asking for a hit of Zydrate. "Graverobber, come on..." His Zydrate was cheaper, easily accessible. Was that how the "officials" got their Zydrate, too? Did they raid dead patients or did they create it all on their own? All this Graverobber knew was that he was the first dealer of Zydrate and he was the most popular guy ever. The other dealers were quite jealous of his fortune, but Graverobber was not going to share his secrets. Well, unless someone asked politely and had some kind of bargain.
He figured that hanging out by the Zydrate Support Network's announcement stage would be the best place for addicts to gather and possibly want a hit. If they saw a dealer, they would know what he had and how easy it was to get it. Graverobber didn't make anyone buy it, he just offered it. If they came, they bought, and he was successful. The Zydrate girls were his favorites, though. They were willing to do anything for a hit of Z. Every once in a while he would check the stage for the familiar faces. It was always a show when the Largo's made 'announcements'.
When he looked up again, he didn't see the infamous young face of Amber Sweet among the Luigis. Graverobber could only take a quick glimpse anyway, since he couldn't let anyone get within two inches of him. There were many shady people in the city, even more shady than Graverobber, that could steal anything from his pocket without him even noticing. And suddenly, Graverobber had lost track of who was on stage. He had to get better at his senses.
Finally, the last of the druggies had drifted away. A few straggling women still hung around, waiting for him to apply the gun. They all held out their newly paid for Zydrate in anticipation. He looked around and pulled them into the nearest, darkest alleyway. The girl had to be no older than 15, her cuts were fresh and her claw like nails dug into his black trench coat. He pulled the Zydrate from her hand and he slid it into the gun. She clung onto his shoulders as she lifted her leg onto the trash barrel. Graverobber wasn't quite used to applying the Zydrate for these poor souls, but he knew that eventually he would.
This was his job now. Quickly he pressed the gun against her inner thigh and pulled the trigger. The sound was smooth and he couldn't tell what exactly caused the poor girl to sigh in ecstasy. She slid against the stone wall and fell to the ground. He backed away and slid into the the shadowy corner. If she died, he wasn't going to be apart of it. The body collectors would just take here away. Graverobber coolly put his gun back into his coat. He had to get a better coat, something that had just enough pockets and specific belts to hold all his supplies and Zydrate applicator guns.
He felt himself chuckle, unsure as to what it was. Something at the back of his mind told him what his future held, but he couldn't quite grasp what exactly it said.
ooc: sorry the posting format is ugly. >.< I wasn't sure if I should use the same format as the one in the RP or not. So I found this picture and... yeah. Sorry if this post sucks.
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 2:10 pm
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addicted to the knife
OOOTO CHANGE I N S I D E
................//// ooAmber couldn't help but bite her lip. She felt something rush through, she wanted to talk to the dealer. What would she say? She was conflicted and wanted to know more about Z. How much did it cost, was that guy a dealer? If so, was he the only one? Amber couldn't help herself, she came out of the shadows, her eyes following the man with the loaded gun. Amber felt so nervous, she wasn't sure why, and for a moment the pains she'd been having disappeared. She took a couple steps forward, her thigh high heeled boots clicking on the pavement. She watched as he disappeared back into the shadows. Ambe rfelt like she lacked control of her mouth when she spoke up, "W-Wait!"
The blond woman felt a chill run up her spine, she'd only inquire, nothing wrong with that right? Besides she had her daddy's credit card if need be. She straighten herself up, trying her best to look more confident, and less scared. Her hands were crossed on her chest, and she stared into the shadows the dealer disappeared into. Was she supposed to call him by that ridiculous name she'd heard the people moaning? Her brow arched as she tried to remember what they had said, Something about Graves, or bobbing? No that's not right Robber? Grave....Robber? It instantly clicked in her head.
"Graverobber..." Amber was shocked out how strong, and clear her tone was, she sounded very confident. She added a smirk, and put her hands on her hips. Amber new it was go all the way now or look like a fool. She was glad she had worn one of her more vintage outfits, she seemed to fit in with the crowd better. Something itched the back of her mind, what would he do? What would they do? Laugh? Miss Amber Sweet hanging in a dark filthy ally? Would they even know her? She really was only known for the Zydrate Support Group. Amber couldn't help but mentally laugh at the situation. The face of a rehab for Zydrate, was getting her fix in a dark ally from some crazy street dealer.
How did this work, Amber had never experienced a drug trade before. What was this even called? She felt the pain in her head again, followed by the withdrawal and she winced ever so slightly, still trying to keep face for the dealer she was about to communicate with.................
S C A L P E L S L U T
OOOTO FEEL A L I V E
................//// [[ It was good, I like that pic, besides he doesn't wear the same thing every single day right? I think Mr graverobber has sommme hygiene lol sorry mines short, I'm typing from my phone so I can't really tell how long or short it is...]]
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