so I was wondering, around what time will the kage break through this gate?
will it be in like the dead of the night?
cuz that shit would be siiiiick.
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lol random freakouts, they make the core of ninety percent of my characters personalities xD
hmm, cool
also, Sage.
your point is lovely and thankyou for making it.
also, Sage.
your point is lovely and thankyou for making it.
chk chk boom!
we got ourselves a flashback bishes :D
we got ourselves a flashback bishes :D
Samuel~~
It happened in a moment, one second the beggar girl, who he had confirmed as the cause of the earlier commotion was hurling at full speeds towards a police vehicle, and the next, well that was when things got interesting. Two things crossed Samuel's mind in the next second, one; the absolute tragedy that was his persistent lack of good tea to enjoy this fine day with, and two; that he was not quite sure he had remembered to take his pills this morning. The second thought was more or less confirmed in the next three moments.
The first spent idly lifting his form from the bench, the second stepping into the shop that was now accessible to him, and the third, coming face to face with the rotting figure of his deceased sister Emily. So it is getting worst is it? These god damned delusions should just hurry up and cease. is what he thought about this otherwise terrifying experience. What he did was rather odd indeed. First he stepped back with one foot, and then tipped his hat to the grotesque form, then with a bowing gesture he stated politely, "good day to you milady, now off with you." This was a sort of self medication he had developed over the years of meeting with his psyche, Doctor Mathews. Mathews was a practical man, and had helped Sam come to terms with quite a few of his past issues. Samuel would have almost found his murder a sad thing, if it hadn't been orchestrated by him that is.
Samuel was no longer than ten minutes in the shop, lucky for him the business owner was also a practical man, who did not believe that the distractions of the street warranted his employees time off. The young lady behind the counter kept dashing worried glances at the the scene just outside of the store, Samuel shook his head and chuckled to himself when she tried to ask him what he thought of it. "Why my dear lass, this simply further proves the age old truth that children should not be allowed to play in the street." He chuckled at his own pun as he turned out of the shop to further his own knowledge of what exactly had happened.
Ariela~~
*Snap*
The sound of her hipbone breaking under the weight of a sudden form was all Ariela could recall before entering a world of unconsciousness. Her malnutrition and high adrenaline had contributed to both her sudden unconsciousness, and the easily broken bone. As it usually was, Ariela dreamed, she dreamed of better times, of the beauties of the colored world that every other human had taken for granted...
song
The leaves of a fresh autumn graced the floor of the world with a beauty Ariela held most precious in her heart. It was her favorite time of year, and her favorite picnicking spot to boot. Ariela glanced up at her mothers face and tried to tell her that she loved her, and tried to tell her how happy she was to be with her again. Ariela found herself unable to speak however, and found her mother unwilling to look at her.
She turned left, hoping to see her father's smiling face their, greeting her. She felt his soft hands in hers, but when she looked up to him, the world grew dark. No longer was it the beautiful autumn's of her past, nay, now it was horrible fires of her nightmares. Her fathers dead body lay on the floor at her feet. Ariela tried to get him to wake up, but he wouldn't. He just lay there, the comfort of his beating heart absent when she held her ear against it. "Papa!" she cried, unable to accept the facts.
Then she looked up, only to see her mother, dieing of a horrible disease, yet still refusing to eat her portion of the rations. Ariela pleaded with her, but she instead simply shook her head. "You grow strong my dear, you live to see tomorrow, find a man, and find a life... of love..." Her mother breathed out her final breath and Ariela cried into her cold bosom. Her Mother's final wish unheard, and the last of her childhood innocence ripped from her in a single moment.
Then it was dark again, and there were sounds, and there were hands, and then..
There was nothing..
It happened in a moment, one second the beggar girl, who he had confirmed as the cause of the earlier commotion was hurling at full speeds towards a police vehicle, and the next, well that was when things got interesting. Two things crossed Samuel's mind in the next second, one; the absolute tragedy that was his persistent lack of good tea to enjoy this fine day with, and two; that he was not quite sure he had remembered to take his pills this morning. The second thought was more or less confirmed in the next three moments.
The first spent idly lifting his form from the bench, the second stepping into the shop that was now accessible to him, and the third, coming face to face with the rotting figure of his deceased sister Emily. So it is getting worst is it? These god damned delusions should just hurry up and cease. is what he thought about this otherwise terrifying experience. What he did was rather odd indeed. First he stepped back with one foot, and then tipped his hat to the grotesque form, then with a bowing gesture he stated politely, "good day to you milady, now off with you." This was a sort of self medication he had developed over the years of meeting with his psyche, Doctor Mathews. Mathews was a practical man, and had helped Sam come to terms with quite a few of his past issues. Samuel would have almost found his murder a sad thing, if it hadn't been orchestrated by him that is.
Samuel was no longer than ten minutes in the shop, lucky for him the business owner was also a practical man, who did not believe that the distractions of the street warranted his employees time off. The young lady behind the counter kept dashing worried glances at the the scene just outside of the store, Samuel shook his head and chuckled to himself when she tried to ask him what he thought of it. "Why my dear lass, this simply further proves the age old truth that children should not be allowed to play in the street." He chuckled at his own pun as he turned out of the shop to further his own knowledge of what exactly had happened.
Ariela~~
*Snap*
The sound of her hipbone breaking under the weight of a sudden form was all Ariela could recall before entering a world of unconsciousness. Her malnutrition and high adrenaline had contributed to both her sudden unconsciousness, and the easily broken bone. As it usually was, Ariela dreamed, she dreamed of better times, of the beauties of the colored world that every other human had taken for granted...
song
The leaves of a fresh autumn graced the floor of the world with a beauty Ariela held most precious in her heart. It was her favorite time of year, and her favorite picnicking spot to boot. Ariela glanced up at her mothers face and tried to tell her that she loved her, and tried to tell her how happy she was to be with her again. Ariela found herself unable to speak however, and found her mother unwilling to look at her.
She turned left, hoping to see her father's smiling face their, greeting her. She felt his soft hands in hers, but when she looked up to him, the world grew dark. No longer was it the beautiful autumn's of her past, nay, now it was horrible fires of her nightmares. Her fathers dead body lay on the floor at her feet. Ariela tried to get him to wake up, but he wouldn't. He just lay there, the comfort of his beating heart absent when she held her ear against it. "Papa!" she cried, unable to accept the facts.
Then she looked up, only to see her mother, dieing of a horrible disease, yet still refusing to eat her portion of the rations. Ariela pleaded with her, but she instead simply shook her head. "You grow strong my dear, you live to see tomorrow, find a man, and find a life... of love..." Her mother breathed out her final breath and Ariela cried into her cold bosom. Her Mother's final wish unheard, and the last of her childhood innocence ripped from her in a single moment.
Then it was dark again, and there were sounds, and there were hands, and then..
There was nothing..
oooh, saved by the random passerby :D
very well done, now time to get severely injured anyways :DDDDDDDD
very well done, now time to get severely injured anyways :DDDDDDDD
well said good chap
oh I know but hey, ya gotta start somewhere amiright?
lol dont hate my pic linking capabilities
I trie my best see?
also
posted, I believe this is where we say 'the tension rises'
I trie my best see?
also
posted, I believe this is where we say 'the tension rises'
Ariela~~~
Footsteps..
followed by a strange hand upon her head..
The voice gave away him away as a man. The sadness within it gave him away as kind. The words he used gave him away as foolish. He did not know her suffering, nor did he know her hatred. "You speak as though I can still turn back... It is too late for me.." She lowered her head as his hand lifted of of it. She curled into the fetal position and wept softly. "You could never understand... None of you could.." She sat their, unmoving, whimpering softly into her one companion. The simple cor eof warmth that had seen her through the winter. It had been cold, but she had survived. She did not need help then and she would not take it now.
"Leave. Before something bad happens to the both of us." Her blind eyes stared up into what she thought to be his current location. His presence hovered over her, it was suffocating, she loathed it. "Leave me be!" She suddenly screamed, shooting up from her fetal position. She was now standing upright, tears streaming out of her dead eyes. "I don't want your pity! I don't want your help! Humans are dirty! And you are know different!" She broke down, unable to do anything other than mutter the same phrase over and over.
"too many times..." She fell too her knees once more. The crowd had stooped and know encircled the two of them, silent and watching. It was like they were observing some animal at a foreign zoo. She felt their stares, heard the deafening silence that gave away their unwanted presence. "EVERYONE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She ran past the man who had approached her, blindly running in the direction of a police hover car, who's sirens had triggered the worry of another woman just two blocks up from Ariela's corner...
Ariela was moments from being struck...
Sam~~
Samuel Baxter was taking a leisurely stroll through the market district of Sector B, it was one of his favorite times of the year. The sun in the sky, the caress of the wind upon his cheeks. Absolute serenity. Only one thing could brighten this day further, and he was on his way to retrieve it. Passersby took notice of him simply because of his strangeness, seldom was such a finely dressed man seen in such a downtrodden part of the city. Samuel despised these people, so content with their day to day lives, so perfectly fine with the dull atmosphere of the day to day. Bah, these fools.. If they only knew what they were missing he thought to himself smugly.
Before long his favorite tea shop was in sight, yet, to his dismay, his route was blocked by a large group of civilians, who seemed rather interested in some event on the other side of their little blockade. Sam let out a displeased sigh. This would not do. He would be forced to clear a way at this rate. Something he would rather avoid doing. So instead he simply took a leisurely seat on a nearby bench and awaited the crowds dispersal. Samuel overheard the cries of what seemed to be a young, female child on the the other side of the blockade, but he could not get a good enough look too see what was happening.
In truth he was extremely interested in what was happening on the other side of that human wall, but he seemed unable to get a good look. Suddenly he heard the screeching of hover brakes and the gasps of onlookers as the crowd quickly dispersed. Samuel peered forward too see what exactly all this commotion was about...
Footsteps..
followed by a strange hand upon her head..
The voice gave away him away as a man. The sadness within it gave him away as kind. The words he used gave him away as foolish. He did not know her suffering, nor did he know her hatred. "You speak as though I can still turn back... It is too late for me.." She lowered her head as his hand lifted of of it. She curled into the fetal position and wept softly. "You could never understand... None of you could.." She sat their, unmoving, whimpering softly into her one companion. The simple cor eof warmth that had seen her through the winter. It had been cold, but she had survived. She did not need help then and she would not take it now.
"Leave. Before something bad happens to the both of us." Her blind eyes stared up into what she thought to be his current location. His presence hovered over her, it was suffocating, she loathed it. "Leave me be!" She suddenly screamed, shooting up from her fetal position. She was now standing upright, tears streaming out of her dead eyes. "I don't want your pity! I don't want your help! Humans are dirty! And you are know different!" She broke down, unable to do anything other than mutter the same phrase over and over.
"too many times..." She fell too her knees once more. The crowd had stooped and know encircled the two of them, silent and watching. It was like they were observing some animal at a foreign zoo. She felt their stares, heard the deafening silence that gave away their unwanted presence. "EVERYONE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" She ran past the man who had approached her, blindly running in the direction of a police hover car, who's sirens had triggered the worry of another woman just two blocks up from Ariela's corner...
Ariela was moments from being struck...
Sam~~
Samuel Baxter was taking a leisurely stroll through the market district of Sector B, it was one of his favorite times of the year. The sun in the sky, the caress of the wind upon his cheeks. Absolute serenity. Only one thing could brighten this day further, and he was on his way to retrieve it. Passersby took notice of him simply because of his strangeness, seldom was such a finely dressed man seen in such a downtrodden part of the city. Samuel despised these people, so content with their day to day lives, so perfectly fine with the dull atmosphere of the day to day. Bah, these fools.. If they only knew what they were missing he thought to himself smugly.
Before long his favorite tea shop was in sight, yet, to his dismay, his route was blocked by a large group of civilians, who seemed rather interested in some event on the other side of their little blockade. Sam let out a displeased sigh. This would not do. He would be forced to clear a way at this rate. Something he would rather avoid doing. So instead he simply took a leisurely seat on a nearby bench and awaited the crowds dispersal. Samuel overheard the cries of what seemed to be a young, female child on the the other side of the blockade, but he could not get a good enough look too see what was happening.
In truth he was extremely interested in what was happening on the other side of that human wall, but he seemed unable to get a good look. Suddenly he heard the screeching of hover brakes and the gasps of onlookers as the crowd quickly dispersed. Samuel peered forward too see what exactly all this commotion was about...
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