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 Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 12:06 am
[x]Note library portions is closed at night. Coffee house does not serve during the day.[x]
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Posted: Thu Mar 06, 2008 1:19 am
::The job had been done and a fraction of his power...well, the power of his creations had been displayed in a glorious symphony. Hopefully those who knew of him, much less knew him directly would give him a second glance now given that hadn't even been a personal display of his own power. The power that his beloved Beast had collected was now dueling his second project, one that would effect this stage on a much more glorious scale.
He'd earned a damn break. From the labs, the experiments, the reports. Sure, he was on-call to his Master at all times, but just once, he might speak back if given an order at the moment. Now was his time to enjoy the legato and have his head in the clouds...and so here he was. He'd found a home in the building, often reading during the day through the various bits of literature that'd interested him, namely chemistry while at night he was left to sit and write his own notes about this and that while sipping about at his chilled drinks. He'd usually pass out on a desk after a bit, or on a chair, though once he'd awaken he'd begin again in the same fashion.
His attire now was a bit more...acceptable to society. Ditching the "Binding" garments he was now covered in mere civilian clothing. A black button down shirt tucked in to dress pants ending in a polished pair of black deer skin dress shoes while his hair had been pulled back and even braided. He'd refrained from filing his claws down as he felt he wanted some pieces of his true self to remain. His pale white flesh, crimson red hues and sharp protruding claws would all be minor heralds to his legacy for now. Not a weapon upon his form but rather a smile upon pale lips.
2:16 AM. He'd look to the clock after taking a sip of his chilled mint mocha and sigh...his fatigue was already setting in. He'd look to his notes on the fusion of negative and positive energies, quite certain he'd discovered something but damn it all! He knew that forcing his mind to work while tired was simply and bluntly idiotic. He'd close his leather bound black notebook and seal it while resting his legs upon the table, right leg crossed over the outstretched left while he'd end his night and begin the morning with sipping away at the rest of his mocha while letting his mind wander::
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Kain M ShZual Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 11:08 pm
::Soon, he thought of something to do. Something he could do to ease this boredom...a smirk would cross his pale lips and he'd rise from the leather chair and set the small cup upon the glass table's surface. He'd snag the attention of one of the employees and have them set aside a few books for him while he'd make his way out the door...::
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 11:33 am
David Rast, the blonde haired nineteen-year-old scum on the bottom of the H.E.C. boot, sat wistfully watching the big stone steps leading up to the front door of the Huxley Public Library. The hum of the off-white street lamps seemed to drown out his thoughts, but he didn’t mind. Thinking clearly was not the goal he had in mind. It was well past 3:00 a.m. and every building on the street sat dark and empty, save the lone window of the coffee shop several blocks farther down the road. After rubbing his red tinted eyes once more Rasta held his worn pipe to his lips and inhaled a deep breath of green smoke. Aside from the soft crackling pops that came from the embered bowl the gentle hum of electricity remained unbroken.
Exhaling a cloud of smoke Rasta took the time to set down his pipe and pick up his tattered black notebook. There were very few blank pages left to write on, but he had a personal philosophy that required he fill the entire tome before scraping up enough money to purchase a new one. Flipping to the second to the last page, he began with the title. It was always easiest for him to start with a title. Once he had thought of a good one, the following words always flowed smoothly onto the lined paper beneath.
Rasta stared down at the blank page as he chewed absent-mindedly on the eraser of his mechanical pencil. What title should he choose now? It seemed that everything he knew he had written about already. Self-meditation led to repetitive revelations, but you could only write the same things so many times before they lost their apparent luster. This was writers block, and it had been growing worse and worse over the previous three weeks. What would he do without his writing? The freedom he found through a pen and paper allowed him to forget the hardships of everyday life, but if there was nothing new he could write about then how much longer could he hope to escape the monotony of a cruel working class world?
In frustration, Rasta threw the pencil away from him and picked up the pipe once more. He cashed the bowl and cleaned it with a quick wipe from the corner of his stained button down shirt. Pocketing the piece Rasta stood and began walking to the café, drawn like a moth to the steady warm glow emanating from the shops window.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 11:45 am
Without much warning Seth threw up his hand and caught a small mechanical pencil. "What the...My spider senses are tingling." He laughed and then got serious cursing out loud, "Watch where you throw s**t a*****e!" He yelled to the blonde haired man walking away. He looked at him hard and his nose suddenly began to burn intensely. Seth dropped to one knee coughing on nothing, but his nose and throat wouldn't stop filling with the taste and smell of smoke. Hacking and coughing he stood up, covering his mouth and nose with his shirt. His eyes watered up slowly while he tried to look at his surroundings. Turning around he saw 'Zepplin' blvd, and started heading in that direction.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 11:56 am
The shouting startled Rasta, causing him to whirl around 180 degrees, his hands limbered and ready to divulge the two titanium blades he had hidden on his person.
“What’s you’re problem?” He called after the stranger. “Can’t stand a little creativity? Maybe the smoke would do you some good!”
Drying his sweat dampened hands off on the front of his pants Rasta gave one last disgruntled look at the stranger before taking a second to look up at the stars to try to remember where it was he had been heading.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 12:07 pm
He finally managed to breath steadily again. Seth noticed the glint of metal as the man 180'd, he was on his toes. "Creativity? Ive seen cat's express their creativity all over the litter box better than you. Here's a hint if you wanna keep living in that oblivious little world of your's; stop smoking." Seth was already bored with this particular person and decided to keep moving. If he was late they may run of Absynth before he got there. He realized then that he read the street wrong and that he was already on 'Zepplin'. He eyed the sign and his map, determining that he need to walk two more blocks.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 12:17 pm
Rasta would never be on to give up on smoking. While he had a drink every now and then, he tended to steer clear from any other brain damaging agents. The smoke seemed natural to him, and therefore much safer. Almost all of his best works were products of the smoke from his beloved pipe, that and his natural ability and creativity of course.
The man’s words infuriated him instantly. David had grown up being looked down on and spit upon. He knew what kind of pain came with the public judging you purely on your social status and not on what was inside.
“I don’t know who you think you are,” Rasta yelled, starting after the man. “But my creativity is what got me here today. I built my life from nothing, which is what people like you and the damn H.E.C. expect me to be for the rest of my life!”
Stepping in front of the man he stared straight into his eyes. “Its people like you that keep me down, forcing me to work odd jobs for the worst pay. I live in a s**t hole, but my creativity is what allows me to carry on and progress from what little life has handed me.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 12:25 pm
Seth looked at the man and the look on his face and suddenly laughed. Taking a step back he looked the man right in his eyes, "Oh im so so sorry that life wasnt what you expected. Boo hoo grow up." He held up his hands in defeat and mock cried, then looking serious he spoke in distaste. "You think the world is handed to everyone? Try not knowing your parents; being on the H.E.C unregistered list and living in a halfway house for 17 years. Then add not being able to get a job anywhere, not even odd jobs without a registration card. I mean im broke, a basic fugitive and to top it all off you think that pipe is helping make this reality suck less." He made the sound of a buzzer he seen on a old earth T.V game show. "EENNTT, wrong."
Seth walked around the man. Looking at his map again, there were seven different suppliers on this strip and he had three hours to cover them all. He started walking towards the nearest one called, "Happy tonks." The name amused him.
He turned his head and called out to the man as he kept going, "When life gets easy send me a post card."
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 12:47 pm
Such a sudden burst of emotion had helped to clear David’s head. This man, despite his clean outward appearance, was no better of than himself. After a life of being unfairly judged, he had made the same mistake himself.
Guiltily Rasta recollected his wits and started back after the man once more, now having completely forgotten his original goal of entering the coffee shop.
“Listen,” He started. “It would appear that I made a mistake when I judged you. I’m just sick and tired of this planet. I’ve read about the old world, and in comparison Weyard feels more like a prison than a second chance.” Shoving his hands into his pocket Rasta matched paces and continued his drawn out apology. “Anyways, just so you know, the smoke doesn’t take away all the bad things. It simply allows me a second perspective on a situation that appears hopeless at first glance. I just want to do something besides merely exist for once.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:31 pm
Seth looked at his watch and turned around. He looked at the man following him, "Yeah well i know alot about old earth. This place isnt anything like that place. We live in what was known as a dictatorship, the H.E.C and its C.E.O are our government and presidents. I dont think thats going to change anytime soon, especially not with the faction destroyed." He grimaced.
"I need to go back to the bar i live at, your more than welcome to follow. But we need to hurry up a little." He began a slow jog, it was five blocks back and he couldnt take public transport without valid I.D.
((Switch to the safe haven))
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 8:15 pm
::Maya as silent as one could be when reading about the person who destroyed the HEC headquarters sipped at her chamomile tea she made herself and continued to make notes about this "Kain" person something just didn't seem right with the reason perhaps maybe it was a lie? Maya would jot down something in that blue leather bound notebook, her father was hiding something and she felt so damn close! Yet so far away... A piece-.. No a chunk of that puzzle her father created was missing, what were him and the men doing down in HEC headquarters and what did it have to do with "him?"
Maya would sigh deeply and would let those golden brown locks fall in front of those dark blue hues as she placed her reading glasses on top of her head and would look around to see if anyone would place the note book back into a secret area and would throw on her medical white coat over a crimson tank top which hugged her chest giving her a bit of ample cleavage, she buttoned up her coat and put that cute little nurse cap to give everyone the impression that she was clearly a good hearted nurse and not someone that was searching for a dangerous secret::
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