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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 1:54 pm
Current II-er's:
Vixen Tufts
Skip!
Ezriel
Kali
Brian
Spaz
Happy Killing!
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 3:21 pm
Her eyes were closed, but she heard her surroundings. Silence echoed through the room. Her body felt different. It felt weak and lifeless. Where did all the power go? Underneath her she could feel the sticky blood of some one gone. This scenario was so familiar. The difference was the lack of her own pain. Her limbs were weary, and she could feel the tender soreness where her thumbs used to be. Bliss. Total bliss. The aroma filled her nostrils and enticed her body. It commanded her to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt so heavy! There was struggle enough merely to stay concious and breathe. She could not let herself go again. She was strong. She would focus. She missed dearly the form she previously had, but she needed to focus on the present now. Calm her racing heart. Her eyes opened and the light rushed to greet them. The light brought suffereing. She craved darkness. She fought to keep her eyes open. She searched her body for her arms, for she felt their absence of feeling. Slowly she bent it at the elbow. It felt detatched. This was the result of exposing herself. This was the aftermath of destruction. It wasn't beautiful, but it was worth every bit of the struggle she had now. Tediously she sat up, examining the damage she caused. Evidence of disaster lay all around her. On the walls were a dark substance she knew as blood. It was on her arms, her legs, it covered her body. Somewhere a blue bangle was laying, lost and forgotten. It caught her curiosity. However, it did not keep her attention for long. the air was flying around her as she fell back. She had the will to go on, but her body was a bit too tired.
She groaned in frustration. She needed to leave the room immediately before Ellisent found the monstrosity she had caused. Though, it would please her a bit to see his face distort with rage. He held so much indifference on his face that it purely pleased her when it took some other look. Cruelty. It was all he had to offer.
She needed to leave the room now. She needed to leave her ruins for some on else to find. Beyond her body's protest was freedom. Freedom enticed her like nothing else could. Mixed with power she would be unstoppable. She smiled. She would do as she pleased despite her body's needs. Awkwardly she rose. Her arms swung back and forth limply. A tingling sensation was circuiting through. She was regaining feeling once more. Her legs did not quite comply with her form. Vixen wanted to stand tall amongst her mess, but her knees bent in at angle. She appeared knock-kneed and foolish, and that simply would not do. Painstakingly she walked to where the bangle was. It struck a nerve in her memory as being familiar. She sighed. It was probably nothing. She picked the thing up with a bit of trouble; she had to learn to operate without opposable thumbs. Eventually she slid it on her wrist. The door was inviting. She had to escape. The need was dire and burned among her thoughts. Escape was inevitable and would eventually come to her, even if it cost her an arm and a leg. She really hoped it did not, though. She rather favored her limbs.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 6:14 pm
((Vixen))
[Very good and reasonable. I like the post.]
The bracelet felt...comforting...it seemed, almost, like an old friend was now walking beside her. She knew it was the Siren...but she did not even acknowledge her presence. This bracelet was the only penance necessary, and she did not wish, by any means, to start striking up a conversation with the old chicken of the sea...
The room was now silent. The coating of blood on the floor, the unexplored desk, the bookshelf, and the table were all that was left of the once sterile, structured cell. Wobbling, and with a little uncertainty, Vixen regained her balance and began to tackle the next obstacle...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:10 pm
[Sorry for the mistakes. I was in a bit of a hurry.]
The girl knew very well that it would take some extraordinary strength to bring the door down. However, there was a desk that held a few promises she wished to relieve it of. The inanimate object could be lying, but she held onto her trust for the time being. She was far too drained to go and suddenly hit the door with a slack fist. It would do nothing but break and bruise her battered hands. Anymore pain at the moment was completely unnecessary. She struggled to the desk with the stupidity her body held fast to. She hated this foolish stance. She hated that her bones had nearly no strength in them.
Upon reaching the desk, (after many struggles not to slip in the blood she loved so dearly), she clinged to it. Her knuckles turned white as her fingers grabbed the edges. It was the only way to do it. Without thumbs she could not properly lean forward on it, unless she wished to knock her head against it. No more injuries at the time would be greatly appreciated, she knew. She searched the desk. Was it locked? Of course there were drawers, but some drawers were old and had a trick to them. As in opening them in a certain order, or have none opened and nothing to show such effort. She wanted a key to open the door. Maybe a key is not what opened it, but something that could. She wished to be out now, and the sooner the better. Even with her decorative touch, the room still creeped her out.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:13 pm
((Vixen))
She was right. The drawers were completely airtight...locked. In the center of each drawer face was a small, circular lock...she would need a key to get in here...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:15 pm
Skip blinked. Well, that was rather anticlimactic. Oh well, that was probably for the best...
Skip looked both ways down the hallway, then tugged on his left ear.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:16 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:42 pm
Skip was floating again. He liked Invisa form. It was very liberating. And come on, how awesome was it to be floating? Pretty awesome. Yep.
Okay, what to do now? Well, lets review. Um... Ellisent is somewhere around here, hopefully still arm-less. After all, that was pretty sweet when he ripped his arms off. But whatever. He just needed to avoid Ellisent.
His next thoughts were of Emerald. She had to be somewhere around here. Unless... maybe Ellisent already took care of her? Panic took over Skip. What if Ellisent killed her? Skip couldn't imagine life without Emerald. But... if Skip was spared, then... maybe there was a chance that Emerald was still alive. Skip nodded. He could accept that much more easily. Even if it wasn't true, that's what he believed in.
And if that was the case, Vixen was probably somewhere around here, too. Maybe on this very floor? He went over to several of the doors in the hall, and listened for any sounds of activity inside of them.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 7:43 pm
((Ellisent))
His bionic arms felt like s**t compared to the original...
Sure, they were still his flesh and blood, but nonetheless, without bone...his energy would not flow as well.
DAMN!! DAMN THAT GROUP OF BRATS!!
Ellisent pounded his fist on the operating table, and in a fit of rage, extended his hands toward the ceiling. Channeling the most of his anger, he let adrenaline, rage, and life essence pour out of his very core, striking the ceiling with such a powerful, gorgeous grey bolt that the very building seemed to shake.
Well...at least Ultima was still working.
He remembered to count his blessings...Mother told him to always be a good boy and count his blessings, especially when he felt blue.
In a completely different light than before, his face exploded into a childish grin, matched with a blank stare and, oddly, enough...a runny nose. With long, breathy, and rapid outpourings, he counted...on his fingers.
1...Mommy loves me...
2...I still have Ultima!
3...
---The list went on and on..."Mother" always made Ellisent act this way. Even the slightest thought of her presence triggered the ecstatic side of his bipolar disorder...Oedipally attached since he re-discovered her existence years after his separation from her at birth, Ellisent was like her slave, in a way. Though his power of the spirit and body was enough to crush her in the blink of an eye, her integrity of mind diffused any negative thoughts, and reigned over him like no other force. He always did his best to please her...no matter the cost.---
68...I ate a man's solarplexus yesterday!
And in an instant, he was back to his surly, inward self. His disorder was in a very advanced stage by now...He had spent so much time with his patients that...
A thought snapped into his mind.
Hmmm...now that I have the means...I should go stop by and pay my good friend Skip a visit...my old pal...
He briskly jumped off the chopping block and put on his trenchcoat, feeling the warmth of battles fought and lives taken surging back into his flesh. It felt wonderful...
He sauntered out the door and into the dark hallway, which was instantly brightened by a snap of his fingers...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:04 pm
Alice thought about going in for a second. Her parents had always told her not to talk to strangers, much less go into their hotel rooms. She stood in the doorway, still unsure. After he pulled the door open, she went in. Not even all the slasher movies had prevented her from entering. She crossed her arms waiting for a white bunny with a clock to jump out the cabinet.
"So you're married?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:05 pm
((Skip))
908...909...910...911..?
He stopped. There were definitely sounds coming from this room....
They were low and hard to hear, but it sounded as if someone was putting up a weak struggle in there...possibly...a female...she sounded pretty winded, actually...and was grunting to herself as she rattled some kind of object around...
It was good to know that at least someone else was on this floor. But were they friend or foe..?
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:13 pm
((Alice))
The room was filthy...[describe it next post! razz ]
From behind what seemed to be a kitchen door, the man's voice and the voice of another, presumably his wife, simultaneously chimed in, "In the legal sense, that is..."
After a little hustle and bustle...and some pretty rank smells, the flesh-bag came back out. In his grasp was a huge, leather-bound book...coulda been the ******** bible and a half...he slammed it down on the table.
"Well, kid...today's your lucky day. Oh, did I not introduce myself? Name's Bob. Nice to meet ya." He never offered his hand; this wasn't necessarily a bad thing, though..."So," he continued, "I suspect you're wondering why I chose you...but actually, I'm thinking the same exact thing...so let's get down to it. What led you to this hellhole I call home?"
[Open-ended]
[You're not in this chapter yet. Move your original back to the first thread.]
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:19 pm
Skip considered the possibilities. If this woman was hostile, Skip could probably subdue her... right? Although it would be rather messy, Rage form could take her out if things got tough.
Deciding that this made sense, Skip took a deep breath, reverted out of Invisa form to normal, and entered the room.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:28 pm
Alice flinched slightly when she caught a whiff of his drunken rank breath. She turned away, focusing on the peeling lime green paint on the walls. It was a horrible room, the carpet was worn out and there were several cigarett burns. The couches were grey and stained with many colors, also worn out. The wife came in, she was equally attractive.
"Who's that?"Asked the man's wife. She was covered in bruises.
"New friend." He said without looking up at his wife.
"I'm Alice. And to tell you the truth I don't even know where 'here' is." She looked away from the book. It was in fact a bible, a worn out, half gone bible. The spine was broken, and the bak cover was missing.
The fat man wrapped his filthy fingers around Alice's neck and sat her on a chair. "Read!" He said opening the bible to a half eaten page.
"What?!" She said trying to get away from him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 8:30 pm
((Vixen+Skip))
[Congrats on first meeting! Both characters get + 1 on next roll!]
Skip:
s**t. <********> is there blood all OVER the ******** floor!??!? You've seen carnage, but not like this s**t! Who could have-
Vixen. You recognize her right away. She looks half-dead, though, and can barely stand...looks like she's had it rough in this place, too...at least she's off the table, though, right?
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Vixen:
The door slides ajar quickly and sharply. It's Ellisent! He's come to take you-come to devour your soul for your betrayal! Images of flesh peeling off bone race through your mind as...wait. He's much shorter...he...
IT'S SKIP!
Overjoyed, you celebrate wildly! This calls for: A SMIRK! AHA! You muster all your strength and smile your ******** nuts off...or something like that.
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Skip:
Did she even notice you? Hello? She was just...kinda staring at you...all creepster-like...
Oh. Oh wait. She smirked. Or was that a twitch? You couldn't tell.
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