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High-functioning Bibliophile
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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2008 12:50 pm
This is an intergalactic ship dubbed the IG-UW-19-23B. This ship runs on the path of the waste-way, a path feared by all beings for this path is the path towards death for those that are un-wanted. These un-wanted beings from around the galaxies include pirates, thieves, prostitutes, murderers, orphans, cheatings spouses, drug venders, etc. These are the people who have been put on this path because their community does not accept them for one reason or another. At the end of the path of waste-way, there is the final destination for these unlucky beings: the dumpsite which happens to be a black hole. None have come back from this path, or so it’s said because there are no stories about survival.
Each cargo piece (as that is what the crew says in reference to the beings that are doomed to such a fate) has a storage area (‘room’) that is 6 feet deep by 6 feet wide by 10 feet tall and that has an impenetrable barred door opened only by key from the outside. There are no bathrooms nor sinks in these tiny ‘rooms’. For each being’s sake, it might as well be termed as a jail. They are kept in these storage areas for 15 of the 20 galactic hours (20 galactic hours equivalent to 24 Terrian/Earth hours).
The cargo pieces are released from their storage areas for 5 hours a day, according to the gender of the cargo pieces – time to converse with other cargo pieces, to clean up with freezing water, and to eat the day’s skimpy meal. The male cargo pieces are released first, at 7h; an hour to clean up, meal at 8h and free time until 12h. The nongendered cargo pieces are released at 9h to clean up, meal at 10h, and free time until 14h. The female cargo pieces are released at 11h, meal at 12 hr, and free time until 16h.
Due to the conditions of the ship, the cargo pieces have one of two emotions: despair or gloomy hope. No matter the reason behind their banishment to the path of the waste-way, those with gloomy hope look to find a way (somehow) to get off the path.
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Rules:
1. Follow guild and Gaia rules.
2. Post your character in this thread, with a reason to why your character is in this ship. Try not to use your 'regular' characters, as this is a rather closed thread - unless there's a miracle, there will be no escaping.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 7:54 am
Name: Elizabeth ``Eli´´
Race: Lower Angel
Eyes: Dark blue (used to be light blue)
Hair: Dark brown (used to be blond), down to her stomach.
Skin: Fair and tan
Wings: White, torn, burnt, unusable
Story: Met a demon named Xander who saved her from certain death [at a stake, burning - called a witch]. He brought her to a safe haven and they fell in love. After a lot of meetingts, they decided not to meet anymore, due to their races' towards each other. The other angels witnessed her hair and eye color change and knew that she was pregnant with a fallen angel. That meant, obviously, that she had had a demonic lover. The community almost killed her due to the hatred of demons, fallen angels and angels that have relations with demons.
Eli fled to the safe haven but he wasn't there. He had told her where he lived so she went to his village. Grave mistake - village full of angel-hating demons. One demon female (named Lidvia), who had had a crush on Xander, killed him though he had no time to react. After being captured, Eli was tortured to learn why she came to the village and because she was an angel. She never told the reason but they ripped and burned her wings until only the structure and a few feathers remained. (They will never restore their former glory and they will continue to be painful.) No response from her and their hatred towards angels put her on the path of the waste-way. She has been on the path for 6 Terrian months now - 8 Terrian months pregnant and well showing (angels have a gestation period of 12 Terrian months). Even with this fact, the crew won't let her go because she is just a cargo piece.
Name: Lidvia
Race: Lower Demon - Serpentoid
Eyes: completely black, no other color at all.
Skin: Scaley forest green
Hair: Black, down to her waist.
Tail: Rattler
Tongue: Forked
Abilities: Can unlock jaw no matter what form; venemous - kills instantly (unless the victim is very lucky...).
Story: The demon female has been put on the path because she had already received her last warning, even in a village of demons. She had had a crush on the male demon named Xander but when she saw the angel Eli come visiting him, she bit him and killed him. He didn't have time to react or time to say a word - too much for the community for he was one of the most highly regarded members and a valuable warrior who survived battles galore. Basicly, he was a town hero so when Lidvia killed him, she was put on the path of the waste-way.
She loves to torture Eli when she can.
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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High-functioning Bibliophile
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 1:55 pm
Name: Yera Scret
Race: Camba
True Gender: Female
True Eyes: Light green
True Hair: Brown
True Skin: Light Tan
Job: Works on the ship as a guard.
Abilities: Can change forms whenever and wherever (even genders); no one knows that she is a Camba - unless a Camba changes in front of another race, only Camba can tell who are Cambas.
Story: Tried to join the Galactic Airforce but was assigned to the Waste-Way. Has never actually met a 'cargo piece' face-to-face before this trip because she was always in the crew area. Can't stand to see the way the 'cargo pieces' are treated.
Name: Mayli Avail
Race: Camba
True Gender: Female
True Eyes: Light blue
True Hair: Black
True Skin: Medium brown
Abilities: Can change forms whenever and wherever (even genders); no one knows that she is a Camba - unless a Camba changes in front of another race, only Camba can tell who are Cambas.
Story: Was framed with tons of Makaline - worse than Crack or Marajuana. Her store was burned to the ground and she was put on the waste-way path for being a 'drug dealer', though she had never had any drugs in her store - a fruit and vegetable store.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 2:19 pm
The doors of the female cargo pieces open and, after an hour of cleaning up with freezing water without anything to dry them nor soap (nor shampoo), guards usher them into the cafeteria which is pretty much another storage area. The cargo pieces sit down at the tables and the guards pass food to them - a plate with a single slice of bread and a mound of gray, gloppy gruel. There is no water or anything to drink at all so this meal is not the easiest thing to eat, but this is their only meal for the day. The females start to eat their food and it is soon gone.
After another hour of being stored in the 'mess hall', the guards usher them out of the room and to the commons area - a room that easily fills up with all the standing beings of all genders.
A woman stands in the mess hall, not wanting to go into the commons area because she knows that it is a crowded area. Another female harshly bumps into her, banging her damaged wings (as she is an angel).
The other female snarls, ``Get going, Eli. These women won't let you stay here in comfort!´´
The angel winces in pain but tries to enter the commons area. She moves out of the way of the doorway, her wings banging the wall. Tears almost come to her eyes from the pain but she moves as far away from the doorway as she can, careful not to bump her wings or her stomach. The reason for caring for these two areas are simple - her wings were burned and torn to a disgraceful and painful state of being; she takes care of her stomach because she is six Terrian months pregnant (angels have a gestation period of twelve Terrian months).
The female that had bumped the angel's wings follows her, her black eyes not showing emotion as her rattler tail sounds a warning.
``Oh, Eli, dear. Why do you move away from me?´´ the female demon says in a 'caring' mock voice.
From the other side of the doorway, another woman stands watching the angel and the demon. Her light blue eyes watch every move that the two take. She had watched this exchange almost every single day for the last month, but something about it kept her attention - it always did.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 5:31 pm
Name: Van (no last name)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Former Occupation: Pirate
Looks: Very handsome. Bright blue eyes with closely cropped black hair, high cheekbones, and tanned skin. After spending a few years aboard the IG-UW-19-23B, he's thin and has a beard.
Personality: A notorious womanizer, Van is very easy going. Little bothers him. He's what one would call a gallant rogue, always paying attention to the ladies first and the bootie second. Hates commitment and feeling caged, which is a problem in his current situation. He has the bad habit of annoying all the guards, which often gets him in trouble.
Story: In essence, he pissed off the wrong person. He made the mistake of sleeping with his captain's woman, which made the man angry enough to get him here. Sadly, this happened several years ago and he's been there ever since.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 6:43 pm
Van lounges against the wall, eyeing the ladies filing into the room. His eye catches on the angel and demon and for a moment, as as always, he smirks at their exchange, finding it amusing.
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 11:03 am
The angel is pinned in the corner and is unable to get away from the female demon. She turns around to face the demon, trying to protect her injured wings. The demon grins and, putting her hands on the angel's shoulders, pushes the angel into the wall. The angel starts to cry, pain running throughout her body from her wings having contact with the wall.
``You little slut, taking my man from me. You deserve to feel pain because you ruined a despicable man; you made him kind and honorable. For that, you shall die just as he did,´´ the demon hisses near the angel's neck, close to biting her.
Right before her fangs imbed themselves in the angel's neck, the demon pulls away and, with a punch in the face, she leaves the angel be.
``Another time, Eli.´´
The angel falls to the ground, in a curled position, feeling as if her whole body is on fire with pain.
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The woman with light blue eyes walks towards the angel after the demon leaves, but she is detained as there are a lot of 'cargo pieces' in her way - many of them making out or fighting.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:23 pm
With the ease of long practice, Van slips through the crowd and over to the woman. Carefully he lifts the angel off of the ground and onto her feet.
"Now that wasn't very nice of her," he drawls. "You all right, miss?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 8:18 am
The woman watches the interaction between the angel and the man for a bit before she shrugs and walks away.
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The angel rubs her cheek and says, ``She's a demon who swears to kill me. She likes to torture me every day and it's getting worse.´´
She flinches, someone brushing against her wings.
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``And this is the commons area. As you can see, this is the only time in the whole day that all of the cargo pieces can mingle in the same area. A bit crowded and rowdy, but we haven't had any trouble with the pieces during this time,´´ a blond woman says to a group of guards, looking out over the common area as they stand above it, ``At the stroke of 14, we have trouble seperating the male pieces from the female pieces, so we have to use more guards at that time. There have been fights during that time frame of ten minutes, but the pieces have never successfully escaped or evaded the guards at that time.´´
A brown haired woman stands at attention near the blond woman, her light green eyes watching the common area. A being stands out to her - a black haired woman who stands against a wall and who is merely watching the scene. Clearly the woman is a cargo piece, but there is something different about her.
The guard recognizes the woman to be a Camba, known only by the recognition of a Camba (of which race the guard is). She also sees other beings fighting, crying, and being squashed. There might be something the two Cambas can do to improve the situation. 'Maybe.'
((OOC: Btw, Xander (Eli's boyfriend that the demoness killed) is currently in Reman's Restaurant/Bar because I really liked him. xD ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 12:43 pm
Van gallantly (or so he privately thinks) leads the angel over to a more secluded corner where, hopefully, no one will brush her wounded wings.
"I see," he says. "Angels and demons do tend not to get along. I've noticed her bothering you before."
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 1:49 pm
``It's more than hatred of races...´´ Eli sighs, her right hand brushing her stomach as she says so.
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A fight starts in the middle of the commons area but the guards standing at the over-look do nothing to stop the fight. The brown haired woman looks around to see why no one is going to break up the fight, but she cannot see a reason why.
``As you can see, there is a fight occuring amongst the cargo pieces currently. This happens at least once a week but we do nothing about it because they are just cargo pieces. They have no significance whatsoever,´´ the blond says before brushing past the brown haired woman, ``Now, moving on.´´
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 6:50 pm
Van raises an eye brow, but doesn't voice his question.
Seeing the fight in the middle of the room he lets out a growl. "Of course, they care nothing if mere cargo pieces get hurt." Turning back to the angel he says, "Excuse me, dear lady."
He threads his way through the gathering crowd to the two fighters. He grabs each by their collars and hits their heads together hard enough to daze them, earning an elbow in the cheek while doing so. He then tosses each of them in opposite directions, away from each other.
"How many times must I break up fights in this place?" he drawls. "God, they should start paying me. I do a better job than the guards."
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 12:29 pm
The Camba woman known as Mayli Avail had seen a man break up the fight between the two fighters. She also hears his comment.
Her light blue eyes turn to him and she says, "That's because all the guards here are crap. They don't care if we die because we're sentenced to death anyways."
She then slids away into the crowd, not caring about his reaction.
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Yera Scret, the Camba guard that had just been reassigned to cargo duty, is dismissed from the orientation (as are her new coworkers). She quickly breezes down to the common area, in her uniform, ready to help with the seperation of the pieces. The eighteen guards stand ready by the two sets of doors that led to/from the common area - nine at each door. Five minutes until 14.
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Eli stays near the wall, making to keep an eye on the serpentoid demoness named Lidvia. She hates that the 14th hour is about to strike because then the gentleman would not be able to help her with her problems with Lidvia. She just hopes that the 16th hour comes quickly, so she can rest away from Lidvia.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 7:17 pm
Van watches the Camba walk away, his eyes on her rear. "Don't I know it, sweetheart," he says under his breath.
((That perv!))
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 3:20 pm
The demoness that had been torturing Eli the angel hears what the man said to the rear of the Camba woman. Her forked tongue runs over her pointed teeth. 'Looks like he might be a good mate.'
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"Three minutes," a guard says into the radio.
Yera sighs thinking, 'And why don't we have guards in there already? Because the beings in there are nothing but trash to the other guards. ...trash!'
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A male comes up to the angel, somehow seemingly drunk though there is no way he'd be able to obtain drinks here.
"Hey, baby. You look yummy," he breathes heavily, his face right next to hers.
"Get away from me."
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