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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 4:55 pm
Daito-shi no Kiraboshi
City of the Stars
Daito-shi no Kiraboshi (Literally translates to 'City of the Glittering Stars.') A city known for it's technological superiority to other cities, it appears to be something from the future rather than the modern days. However, what earned its name would be the millions - if not billions - of sparkling lights. Whether it be the scarlet glow of the Red Light District, or the strobe lights of the clubs pouring out onto the black street with their multi-color flicker.
At the core of the city which houses as many people as it does lights, one will find many a person walking by. Trendy girls with their plastic face and shopping bags, your average group of thugs, even a prostitute encased in the blue glow of the lights. However, one other group of people can be seen wandering the streets at this hour. At first, they appear to be a group of teenage punks, business men who have lost their way, cosplayers, geeks. Outcasts of society, if you will. However, the higher ups in the government know better. The Neo-Shinobi, assassins young and old who maintain a belief in the code of the ninja even in the modern days where honor and pride no longer exsist.
Indeed, the core of the city is where the different cultures and life styles blend into one multi-color stew. For good reason, too! For it is at the core that anything can be purchased from video games and top of the line clothes to drugs and firearms. However, despite the seemingly shadey surroundings it still remains a beautiful place with towering sky scrapers which live up to their names - the tall buildings appearing to be clawing at the Heavens from ground and air. The hover cars whizzing by, and the cars still bound to the ground still roaring - even the fiber-optic fountain in the middle of the mess, the glass wires towering above any indavidual their multi-colored tips flaring out just like water would. One would even notice in the fountain - where the water would be, holographic fish can be swimming in their unending circle.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 5:03 pm
Note from the Author
Now, first of all, I need to address this again. I'm sure most of you know, however I'm simply covering my a** here. I illustrate - with my words at least - a very dark and shadey world that gives the feeling of a very realistic, and modern day. There for, prostitutes and drugs will be present. However, nothing more than PG-13 acts shall be done here and should be taken off Gaia. I will now say that I do no approve of drug use or paying for sex, so on and so forth. Blah, blah, moving on!
As you may or may not have noticed, I hinted at a future play of the A.R.P.L which will be in Barton Town once we are strong enough to flood it. This will still remain a strictly interaction based play, mind you, with no plot. There for, if you want to play a part of the Neo-Shinobi, wait before doing anything particularly serious plot-wise until we flood.
Now, before you scream "Naruto! Naruto!" I want to say that I invisioned this to be more of a FLCL-esque role play which only hints at Naruto, and perhaps even a little Ghost in the Shell. In other words, chaos will ensue, however this remains an original play and I do not incourage using copyright/series characters.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 6:29 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 10:04 pm
A tall boy in his late teens stood behind the counter of "Sampson's Electronics" on the corner of twenty third and Oak and sighed. His red scarf was half wound around his left finger while the other side trailed down his green shirt to the black belt that held up his loose blue jeans and kept them from getting in the way of his black and white tennis shoes while he was walking. "Business is slow today, huh?" He said to no one directly present.
He looked towards the door and up to the clock at the back of the room. As soon as the minute hand hit the twelve, he lifted a green and olive backpack from the ground and lifted himself over the counter and peeled out the door after saying "See you tommorow, old man."
A balding man with a pair of thick glasses rested on his nose opened the door and yelled as loud as he could to the rushing boy. "Watch yourself, Georg. You need to be careful out there." Georg looked back into the store and tossed his rather long black hair back out of his face. "You know me pops, I can watch myself." He sped down the sidewalk, dodging around the other people going to and fro quite nimbly.
he stopped before a dilapidated old apartment building and climbed up to the fourth floor and went into the seventh door. He put a key into the lock and opened the door. He closed and locked the door behind him and dropped his pack next to it. The room was sparsely furnished, with an old, somewhat worn couch on one side and a old computer chair next to a desk that was right next to the front door.
A fold-out bed was against the other wall with a thin sheet lying neatly on top and a thick sheet folded nearby. There was no wallpaper on the walls, and the only signs of a kitchen were a microwave, a sink with running water, and two dozen cans of instant soup on top of it. He slopped some chicken noodle soup into a bowl and placed it into a microwave. he removed the soup and sat down at the desk.
he activated a projector at the desk that he used as his computer screen, and started tapping away at keys on his work. He entered formulas and postulates, finally coming up with a solid number. he jotted it down on a paper in a stack with dozens of other crumpled papers, and reached over to assemble a few pieces of plastic and metal at the exact angle. Failed projects were littered around the ground. They ranged from attempts at power sources to automated cleaners, some didn't work at all, some barely worked, and one, a source of energy that would lower his own spending on electric bills, and eventually make him rich, hopefully.
(Did I get the setting and stuff right? I think I might be good at this kind of roleplay.)
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 12:16 am
((For the most part Zandar, you just kind of left us in a bad position. xd We're not exactly sure how to reach you, I'm sure.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 2:21 pm
Girlie Boy Imatation #6 ((For the most part Zandar, you just kind of left us in a bad position. xd We're not exactly sure how to reach you, I'm sure.)) (I know that, I just had to go to bed, so I couldn't post more at that time. I'll finish up later cause I'm really tired... *yawn*)
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:23 pm
"You really ought to do something about your hair, Too. I mean, it looks nice, but that whole classic, Jackie-O style thing is soooo.. old. Besides, its super American; if you just bothered to do something about your look-- added a bit of pizzaz to it, you probably wouldn't be the bitter, single thing you are." As she spoke, a single digit pulled forth a thick, chocolate-colored wave from where it rested against a slender shoulder and let it fall back down in feigned disgust. Thin, brightly colored lips spread themselves into a plastic, cheery smile that simply fell upon a pair of dark-colored and expressionless eyes.
"Right... because oggling, drooling and dumb little Japanese boys are super attractive." Was the flat responce of the short, slender youth that walked alongside the taller, plumper and brighter-coloured girl. "Better yet, lets get a bunch of dumb tourists to try and weasel themselves in my pants, Thur. That will certainly make my day."
In all honesty, Tuesday Addamns -- yes, that was her real name-- could not find a single thing wrong with her look. She was neither disheveled nor outrageously dressed, so what was the big deal on black, basic and classic clothing? In fact, the strict, old-fashioned lines flattered the slender build of her petite frame whilst the dark colouring brought out the pale, pink undertones of her olive skin. She had a 'posh-New Yorkean-goth' look going on, with the long, flowy black skirts, knee-high docs and form fitting, corset-like tops. Even the dark, grey wool coat she often wore complimented her fashion sense and in her honest opinion, it was a lot more pleasing to the eye than the gaudy, frilly, overly-girly Gothic Lolita Japenese children were so fond of.
Tuesday Addams was a simple girl.... and the thick, chocolate waves were simply elegant. The long, side-swept bangs added a bit of chic cotour to that oval face, the waves a gentle spring-- a vivacity to the otherwise 'bland' appearance. It was all kept in place with the aide of a simple, dark grey headband.
Thursday, rolled her eyes and nudged the shorter, morbid-looking girl in the ribs. "A little color won't kill you."
Tuesday and Thursday were twins-- and one was to the other as night was to day. Or rather, as dusk was to dawn. Tuesday was definately the most serious of the two -- with her blacks, greys and long overcoats. Thursday was more lively and tomboyish; more intent on living life, having fun, and spending her time with boys.
Thurs was dressed in a black, 'gaudy' pair of pants filled with pockets and unecessary zippers upon which she had taken the pleasure of hooking chains, complete with locks, baubles and skulls to. Her shirt was small, a couple sizes too small, so that the thin, pink and white shirt stretched over her small breasts to the point that it threatened to rip. A sleeve had been torn off -- shoulder and all -- and tied below the armpit as to bring attention to a spider-webbed design fishnet camisole. Ribbons addorned her hair, and the shoulder length, two-toned locks had been teased so the small ponytails at the side of her head stuck up in a wild fashion.
Despite their polar tastes in fashion, Tuesday and Thursday did not look like one another. There were similarities-- both had large, oval-shaped and slightly tilted eyes and the delicateness common to Japanese women. Tuesday, however, carried the hereditary shortness, oval face, dark hair and slender build. Her sister was blessed with their mother's height, curves, and other anglo-saxon features.
'Half breed' was the term often used by school bullies to describe the twin's heritage-- but woe on the poor soul who ever used such derrogatory term in either girl's earshot.
"Well, Tue, I'd help you with the fashion disaster you are, but I am afraid I cannot do it at the moment-- "
"As I see your stupid boyfriend is here to whisk you away in his pumpkin." Tuesday replied, rolling her eyes as she watched her brightly-colored counterpart totter off to the rear seat of a dark blue vespa. Despite her icy, sarcastic exterior, the girl did have a soft spot for her sister.
She watched the couple drive off into their flourescent sunset before running across the street and past the Hitachi Food Shack. Tuesday made a face as she was instantly reminded that she had yet to eat, but the heavy strain at her left shoulder because of her laptop pointed in another direction. Tuesday Addams, unlike her sister, was the responsible one-- and if it hadn't been because the wireless internet provider for her computer had gone haywire, the teen would have chosen to feed her stomach. Instead, she headed toward the internet cafe...
There were tons of images she had to upload and pages upon pages of coding to create: The Addam's Funeral Service needed a face-lift and it was up to her to generate new traffic to the familiy business... even if she had to rely on the dreaded 'Addams Family' cliche to do it.
Oh, how she hated her parents for that sick joke.
Bastards.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:32 pm
Georg hoped this time it would work. "Well it'll simply need a field test, then." He reached over to his pack and messed with the electric cords attached to his *special* pack that he made himself. he hooked the energy source up and lifted his backpack up. He walked liesurely out the door and down to the street, not in an especial hurry this time. He really didn't need to do anything until the next morning, so he could do whatever he wanted until then.
He looked around at the various buildings, wishing quite a few times that he could live in one of those houses. "Anything would be better than that dump." his eyes bet those of a girl with rosy cheeks and light brown hair, and he quickly looked away with a slight feeling of embarrassment. After they had passed a good five feet, he looked back, and his gaze was met with a smile.
He looked back in front of him just in time to narrowly avoid walking right into an old man, but not fast enough for the old man to avoid dropping his groceries. He apologized profusely and helped the man pick up his things, and apologized one last time before he kept walking his way.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:34 pm
Seiji trekked the last couple blocks with a number of theories playing at the back of his mind. Prone to daydream his theories and ideas often he typically had the habit of walking into things or people. He had traveled this way so many times that his body was on auto pilot. Thoughts of new inventions were often on his mind, At any point and time if you asked him what he was thinking about you would get a earful of information about some new project that probably had no real relevance to anybody but their creator.
Typically no strangers ever really talked to him. This part of town people typically kept to themselves unless they were selling something ,buying something, or mugging you. Anybody who looked upon him would see the twenty year old as a typical kind of person that hung out at the net cafe on third street. His deep blue hair obviously not natural was of about medium length and parted down the middle. He was often brushing it out of the way of his thick black rimmed glasses, complete with a built in H.U.D. and video camera of his own design. He wore a black t-shirt emblazoned with a logo that looked like a foreign language. In all actuality it was just a graphic he had come up with. The shirt hung over his overly baggy pants, complete with a multitude of blue trimmed pockets containing his various gadgets and a fresh cold bottle of green tea. A black hooded jacket completed the ensemble.
Seiji looked up as he approached the large glass double doors of the cafe. Balancing the hot cup of ramen in one hand , he used the other to push open the portal to his home away from home. A slight jingle was heard as the doors electronic trigger signified the return of a regular. A number of the patrons within glanced up from their terminals and their steaming beverages including the Person behind the counter who gave a slight nod of his head. Seiji nodded to the middle aged man behind the counter and took a seat at one of the computers placed at the front picture window. It had a great view of the night lit street and all the people that passed by. Seiji never really bothered to notice them as he was usually too busy researching new technological advances in an an effort to either duplicate them or reinvent them to his advantages.
He logged into the network.i've got the faint feelign zandars character concept is similar to mine..sallright though..im making this guy up as i go so it will be easy to avoid "twins" razz ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:46 pm
(yeah, same here... I don't think we'll need to worry about it too much. I've got a pretty good idea for Georg, and I don't think he'll be that much like your character.)
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:58 pm
Zandar (yeah, same here... I don't think we'll need to worry about it too much. I've got a pretty good idea for Georg, and I don't think he'll be that much like your character.) ((yeah im goign more for the punk dressed geek ..most commonly known as a poser where i live razz . so hes got that whole techno/j-rock music loving thing going, and the knowledge of just about how every peice of electronics works to date as wella s awhole sleu of stuff hes developed. more electronic than mechanical))
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 9:04 pm
A loud thump comes from a nearly empty street corner, many following it, but noone seemsto mind, because they're causing it. A man in a black coat lays on the floor, as several thugs beat him, stealing his money and taking his valuables. They flee shortly after, but he manages to take a picture of them in his mind before they leave his sight, as he slowly gets to his feet, coughing up blood, on his hands and knees. "Darn thugs, wouldn't have gotten me if I wasn't distracted." He stands the rest of the way to his feet, and limps down the street, picking up the small amount of money the thugs dropped, and leans against the wall, trying to figure out where they had brought him, untill he noticed the fiber-optic fountain. "Why did they bring me back to where they took me from?"
He regains his balance, and wipes the blood off his lips, walking into the nearest clothing store to buy new clothes. He walks over to a store employee and taps her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, would you please show me where I could find some new clothes?" The man looks at the woman, noticing slight pink highlights in her blonde hair, slightly shorter then him, but not that that makes her short. She wore a white coat, with tight jeans on. "Of course, what kind of clothes are you looking for?" The woman slowly turned around, and looks surprised when she sees his condition, as he calmly continues. "As close to the ones I'm wearing, without the damage, of course." The woman, still looking quite shocked, points down one of the aisles, not even looking away from the man's clothes. "Down that way... May I ask what happened?" "Nothing, just a little injury." The man walks down, and gets the same black jeans, the same black long coat, and the same black and red button up shirt, and as he takes them to pay for them, he notices several people staring at him, occasionally hearing a few say "What a freak." or "A goth punk, he probably deserved it." He smiles, pretending to not hear, and as soon as he pays for his clothes, he says in a calm, yet loud voice to everyone in the store. "You couldn't be more wrong.
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AnqeIicDemise Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 9:34 pm
It wasn't too long after the first jingle of bells before another merry ring broke the silence of the internet cafe. This new patron was a short, slender, dar-haired young girl whose face was set in a rather expressionless fashion. A soft sigh escaped her plump lips as a fingertip tucked those lengthy bangs behind her right ear. She brushed past several patrons, intent on ignoring the sweeft, taunting wafts of their drinks as she approached the counter.
"Evenin' Makoto." She said, gently lifting the dark, denim bag that hung over her shoulder as to set it on the counter. "I hate to pester you like this but I just realized I left my usb port-- got any spare ones I can borrow?"
"Mmm.. lemme check for ya. I don't normally got stuff laying around for patrons to borrow, y'know." Responded the young man, throwing a half lazy glance over to his left.
"Just shut the hell up and let me borrow one, yeah? Keep that 'devil may care' s**t up and I swear I'll tell my sister it was you who sent her that super-mushy e-card."
The youth stared at her in disbelief for a few moments before grunting and shrugging his shoulders. "I'll loan ya mine-- but you hush about that."
"Maybe," retorted the small-statured female as her fingertips coiled about the port. "If the price is right."
Makoto grinned, allowing his tall frame to lean over the counter in a conspiratory tone. "So... what have you got this time, girl? Any hot pictures of you-know-who?"
"You're one disgusting b*****d, you know that? I'm not some incestious, depraved creature, Makoto.... but if you must know, I got some killer shots of her in an oak, natural oak casket... and some other ones of her at the Fujikara Memorial Park. I don't know if I'll use those, though."
The boy sported a feigned pout before speaking to her again. "Oh... and what would I need to do to see such photographs of my love's flame?"
As the conversation took place, Tuesday and Makoto wondered on from the counter to where the boy with the blue hair had gone off to. For a brief moment Tuesday stared at the youth, tempted to throw a fit on how the spot he had claimed was really hers-- in the end, she took the seat next to his and began to hook things up. "Umm... "
Her dark eyes wondered over to her neighbor's steaming cup of ramen and then to another patron's large mug of coffee. Tuesday then tapped a finger against her chin, and hummed in a long-winded, exaggerated fashion before speaking again. "Well... some ramen would be nice... or sushi... or maybe some hot cocoa. You know, anything to satiate my stomach and feed my artist's soul."
Ha ha! Sucker.... Feed the artist, FEED HER...
"Your wish is my command... du-du-dun dun." And much to her dismay, he hummed the tell-tale bars of the Addam's Family Jingle, finger snapping and all.
The girl groaned, and swatted at her friend's shoulder. "I hate you."
And with that said, she began to upload her pictures.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 11:17 am
Bagel san Zandar (yeah, same here... I don't think we'll need to worry about it too much. I've got a pretty good idea for Georg, and I don't think he'll be that much like your character.) ((yeah im goign more for the punk dressed geek ..most commonly known as a poser where i live razz . so hes got that whole techno/j-rock music loving thing going, and the knowledge of just about how every peice of electronics works to date as wella s awhole sleu of stuff hes developed. more electronic than mechanical)) (Quite differently here. My character is an amateur mechanical/computer engineer, makes things that work but not as well as he wants them to.)
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 11:28 am
The words "Internet Cafe" Caught Georg's attention as he walked down the street. he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the door. "I wonder why I've never noticed this place before..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out some money, counting it quickly and shaking his head. "Maybe another day."
He continued walking down the street a good fourty or fifty feet when he rounded a corner and got knocked off his feet. A boy, at least four or five years younger an George, had just ran headlong into him while speeding past. The boy had black hair and wore jeans and a shirt three sizes too big. The boy looked bewildered for a good few seconds, then took off again. "What a strange little boy." he said with a smile and stood back up.
He only walked three feet before he reached into his pocket and it came out empty. He whirled around and caught a glimpse of the boy disappearing back around the corner, and scowled. "That little brat.." He took off after the boy, and when he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Gone." The boy was completely out of sight.
He began to reason the situation out. There wasn't anywhere to hide except for the various buildings on this particular block. He looked in the first window, and nothing caught his eye. There was no window at the second building, so he walked in, pretended to browse for a while, and walked back out. He finally came to the internet cafe he had passed by. here goes nothing. He thought as he walked in and looked around slowly.
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