@PatrickDrummer@Nevix@ct199, I am thrilled the three of you are interested. I will set up an OOC by the end of the week!
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It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area.
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What I like to do is start off w/ flattening one of the brown paper bags & make a doormat for the psyche ward bedroom. I color & tape it to the ground by the room exit/entrance.
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Items Needed: Crayons, Blank Paper, Brown Paper Bag, and Tape (Special Note: Ask the Charge Nurse politely for x-number of pre-torn tape pieces)
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gin a body catch a body
comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
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comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
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The moon could be seen through the blinds of the window. Aleksandr was turned over on his side, facing the window and away from his sleeping father. He felt embarrassed that his father had requested a single bed. He had actually stayed in the same bed with his father or several nights after his mother had past away. The sound of his father's snoring reminded him of that time. It wasn't a comforting sound, it just reminded him as to why his mother's death was all the worst.
He pulled the thin sheet over his head to block out the moonlight and covered his ears so he wouldn't hear the sound of his father's snores. He had taken his shirt and pants off for the night, and felt a bit bare. His father was sleeping in his cassock like a good modest man. Aleksandr couldn't say much about being a good modest man...
He thought about Sylv, but his thought about her weren't cleanly or pure. He pushed the sheets from his body and slipped out the bed. He wasn't sleeping tonight without using the bathroom first. He wasn't expecting to be sleeping in a hospital; there was an excuse. There was no way he was praying himself to sleep tonight. He wasn't a pious fool. He knew what the truth was--and it wasn't God. @Arista
He pulled the thin sheet over his head to block out the moonlight and covered his ears so he wouldn't hear the sound of his father's snores. He had taken his shirt and pants off for the night, and felt a bit bare. His father was sleeping in his cassock like a good modest man. Aleksandr couldn't say much about being a good modest man...
He thought about Sylv, but his thought about her weren't cleanly or pure. He pushed the sheets from his body and slipped out the bed. He wasn't sleeping tonight without using the bathroom first. He wasn't expecting to be sleeping in a hospital; there was an excuse. There was no way he was praying himself to sleep tonight. He wasn't a pious fool. He knew what the truth was--and it wasn't God. @Arista
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No Church in the Wild
-No sins as long as there’s permission-The Future
Science |ˈsīəns: is a systematic enterprise that creates, builds, and organizes knowledge in the form of testable explanations and predictions about the universe.
“Everything that we know and love is reducible to the absurd acts of chemicals,
and there is therefore no intrinsic value in this material universe.”
“If Science is God, then God loves Science.”
By year 3142, Science has replaced God. Science has become the social knowledge based phenomenon that replaced the human condition with mechanics, steam works, electricity, and valves for a more perfect universe. Humans now desperately thrive and exist in constant pursuit to rule the enemy, Time.
In order to defeat Time, humans have fastened themselves with machinery to help survive the Winter of Souls, Death. In fact, humans have begun defying gravity at a rapid rate with the technological advancements throughout their history. Humans are not only living longer, but are doing godless acts against nature (let your imagination run wild, it’s a jungle in here). Science became a shockwave that left ripples in the universe. Rules and Laws began breaking and ripping the Earth apart. Humans, with habits not known to the past, are being forced to leave and explore the galaxies in order to survive and culture their habits in a brave, new world, beyond the dust and stars of the Earth they have out lived.
There are new planets, new galaxies, new technologies, and new civilizations forming left and right. Likeminded people generally follow each other. Regardless of how vast and different the brave, new worlds are, they all have one thing in common: Science. As long as it is possible, it is the Truth
However, Murder is not a Truth.
And there are some humans who have difficulty abiding by the Truth. These people, as well, tend to travel together. They are known as Outlaws or Space Pirates.
Under the Space Pirate regime, that has been a bold rebellion to the scientific, lawlessness of the human race. With a bloody hand, the Space Pirate King rules from his rustic throne. Many pirates kill for the crown, but only one wears it. With enemies on both sides, some wonder if the Space Pirate King truly exists, but many have seen his invisible hand at work.
A pleasure for magic and the dark arts of tradition and occult have resurfaced amongst the Outlaws. Of course, that is not to say Science and Magic cannot compete. It is because of this, the Scientists and Space Pirates are at War.
The Space Pirates kill on sight, unless directed otherwise, but the Scientists never have permission to kill. It is for this Truth, that the Vigilante Scientists arose out of the darkness with the belief of Greater Good and began killing the Space Pirates when necessary.
It is up to you to choose the lesser of the two evils. Are you a Scientist, a Vigilante Scientist, or a Space Pirate? Choose wisely, because there can only be one winner.
We’ll make it out alive.
@Nevix Oui! I am so excited!
I am interested! I cannot wait for your interest check to be finished!
Aleksandr's gaze watched Nurse Gina's, as it gazed at the beeping monitor. He wasn't too excited about Nurse Gina's offer, but he knew his father would make a positive response to staying. He braced himself.
"Very well," Father Seraphim looked at his son, who seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, stiff and upheld by the wall, "We will stay in the spare rooms, but really--my son and I can share a bed--we don't need much," Father Seraphim lifted his hands slightly in the air as he spoke. He knew it was not necessary for them to stay; however, he felt it was the polite thing to do considering the poor girl's parents had just been arrested. She would want someone when she awakens. Or, so he thought, anyhow.
Aleksandr re-clenched his fists, with his folded arms. He let out a small sigh. Sharing beds with his father--why would his father even suggest such a thing? They were both grown men. Fuck you, Dad. Fuck you. He thought about all the books he could read right under his father's nose, and that sudden need to do something more rebellious than read lewd literature. His eyes darted at the sleeping Sylv. She smelled so vulnerable. @Arista
"Very well," Father Seraphim looked at his son, who seemed to be a bit uncomfortable, stiff and upheld by the wall, "We will stay in the spare rooms, but really--my son and I can share a bed--we don't need much," Father Seraphim lifted his hands slightly in the air as he spoke. He knew it was not necessary for them to stay; however, he felt it was the polite thing to do considering the poor girl's parents had just been arrested. She would want someone when she awakens. Or, so he thought, anyhow.
Aleksandr re-clenched his fists, with his folded arms. He let out a small sigh. Sharing beds with his father--why would his father even suggest such a thing? They were both grown men. Fuck you, Dad. Fuck you. He thought about all the books he could read right under his father's nose, and that sudden need to do something more rebellious than read lewd literature. His eyes darted at the sleeping Sylv. She smelled so vulnerable. @Arista
Young or not, Father Seraphim was very worried about the girl, "A famous one?" He seemed to be stretching for some conversation to get to know the young lady, "I will have to ask for your pardon--my son and I just moved into town. We are not too familiar with the place," his Russian accent seemed have gotten a hold of him as he was a bit nervous to introduce himself as such a naïve and under educated man. He could say that being a priest had expanded his horizon, but in some ways--it had limited his growth in other areas of knowledge and expertise.
"She goes to Darcy University with me. We have the same Western Civilization and English classes," Aleksandr spoke gravely, trying to sound some what presentable in his gloomy atmosphere, "I think she words at some café--I can't remember the name," he really had not bothered to remember the name after Jamie and Sylv had taken such a clique liking to each other. He couldn't blame them, but he was not the most positive human being in the world, "Urban Café, maybe..." he trailed off. His memory hit him like a lightning bolt--the way the monster inside of him would. He'd forget everything and suddenly out of nowhere a trigger would set chemicals in his brain alight.
Father Seraphim studied his son, watching him as he spoke. It had been a while since Aleksandr had helped him outside the altar. It was a refreshing feeling. He felt the urge to hug his son, but the feeling dissipated quickly as he remembered the circumstances. If anything, he wanted his happy son back, but that part of his son had died a long time ago. Enough about Aleksy, this girl made need our help.
Aleksandr doubted she would be able to work under her condition. She could probably take care of herself, but there would be no income for several weeks... He bit down on his teeth, thinking of Sylv and his first encounter with her. She really should mind her own business as his father should really mind his own. It was not as if his father and he could pick up the tab. Aleksandr could recall living off of Lentil beans for a good two years as a child. It was an impression that he did not want to repeat, but he knew his father too well. At least, if they did choose to support Sylv, the offsetting wouldn't be two years, but at most six weeks.@Arista
"She goes to Darcy University with me. We have the same Western Civilization and English classes," Aleksandr spoke gravely, trying to sound some what presentable in his gloomy atmosphere, "I think she words at some café--I can't remember the name," he really had not bothered to remember the name after Jamie and Sylv had taken such a clique liking to each other. He couldn't blame them, but he was not the most positive human being in the world, "Urban Café, maybe..." he trailed off. His memory hit him like a lightning bolt--the way the monster inside of him would. He'd forget everything and suddenly out of nowhere a trigger would set chemicals in his brain alight.
Father Seraphim studied his son, watching him as he spoke. It had been a while since Aleksandr had helped him outside the altar. It was a refreshing feeling. He felt the urge to hug his son, but the feeling dissipated quickly as he remembered the circumstances. If anything, he wanted his happy son back, but that part of his son had died a long time ago. Enough about Aleksy, this girl made need our help.
Aleksandr doubted she would be able to work under her condition. She could probably take care of herself, but there would be no income for several weeks... He bit down on his teeth, thinking of Sylv and his first encounter with her. She really should mind her own business as his father should really mind his own. It was not as if his father and he could pick up the tab. Aleksandr could recall living off of Lentil beans for a good two years as a child. It was an impression that he did not want to repeat, but he knew his father too well. At least, if they did choose to support Sylv, the offsetting wouldn't be two years, but at most six weeks.@Arista
Nurse Ada came by to check to Sylvia. "She's lucky it was only a hairline fracture... Thank the Lord Jesus that those people are where they belong. This poor child has been through enough trauma for a life time!" It was clear she was some kind of Black Protestant. She didn't much care for Father Seraphim, especially dressed in his priestly garb. Orthodox Christians were idol worshippers. She nitpicked past Father Seraphim and Aleksandr, "You two may want to go home. It's getting awfully late."
"But the girl. Does she have a place to stay?" Father Seraphim was genuinely concerned about the girl.
"Nurse Gina, what's the system say about her home? Where is she staying?" Nurse Ada turned to Nurse Gina for further support on the situation.
Aleksandr could feel his cheeks slightly burning as his father neglected the nurse's offer for them to leave. He clenched his fists and unclenched them, folding his arms, again and slightly lowering his head solemnly. @Arista
"But the girl. Does she have a place to stay?" Father Seraphim was genuinely concerned about the girl.
"Nurse Gina, what's the system say about her home? Where is she staying?" Nurse Ada turned to Nurse Gina for further support on the situation.
Aleksandr could feel his cheeks slightly burning as his father neglected the nurse's offer for them to leave. He clenched his fists and unclenched them, folding his arms, again and slightly lowering his head solemnly. @Arista
Oh no! I hope you feel better!
Good thing you are taking care of business!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCIUf8eYPqA
I wish I could say it is working, but it is more like this for me:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iV8_pSrAxgc
Aleksandr helped out with what he could. Today had turned into an interesting one. If he was to rate it, he would give it a negative score.
Father Seraphim came gliding over to the scene, feeling helpless--except for his excess prayers he had been repeating in his head ever since they had almost hit the poor girl. His eyebrows were crinkled as he watched his son help the police officers. His mouth was sealed shut but his thumb continued skimming through his black prayer rope. Thank the Godhead for the police officers to step in.
"This poor girl," he opened his mouth finally speaking, "Lord have mercy," he followed with a small prayer.
"This is a complete shitfest," Lucy handed the autopsy report have to the pathologist. He blushed as she slid the papers gracefully into the man's hands, "I wish they had called me sooner..." Her voice was smooth and quiet. She parted her lips specifically as she spoke, articulating clearly to the doctor.
"I'm sorry. We are not sure what to think."
"What's your excuse? Do you know who or what did this?" Her voice was sharp, her eyes pierced through the man's soul as she interrogated him for more information. She took a step closer, a little too close for comfort. She looked down his body. He wasn't badly built, she could make do with a little imagination.
"It--it a-appears some animal attacked him, ma'am," he stuttered at her closeness.
"An animal you say. What kind of animal?" She tilted her head, her eyes focused inside his.
"From my kn-knowledge, I'd say a wolf--but--but there are never wolves in the city. And for a wolf to be that large is j--just preposterous," he held up his hands, as it to offer some distance between the two of them. The papers in his hand flopped over, the opposite of what was happening in his pants.
"But we know that just cannot be true, right?" A small, seductive smile was set on her lips. She took a step closer, her forehead right next to his lips, "I mean, the report mentioned nothing of a wolf, right?"
"I... of course, not. It may have been some modern day medieval killing instrument, which seems more plausible..."
"Good, I want to make sure I'm after the right person," her lips were slightly ajar as she finished speaking, looking the man up and down, and taking a step backwards. She got what she needed. It must have been a werewolf. But why on a Sturgeon Moon? She had until September 16th, the next full moon to figure out where the werewolves would target. So far random pedestrians seemed useless enough of information. Unless, it was a rogue werewolf. @Arista
Father Seraphim came gliding over to the scene, feeling helpless--except for his excess prayers he had been repeating in his head ever since they had almost hit the poor girl. His eyebrows were crinkled as he watched his son help the police officers. His mouth was sealed shut but his thumb continued skimming through his black prayer rope. Thank the Godhead for the police officers to step in.
"This poor girl," he opened his mouth finally speaking, "Lord have mercy," he followed with a small prayer.
Lucy
"This is a complete shitfest," Lucy handed the autopsy report have to the pathologist. He blushed as she slid the papers gracefully into the man's hands, "I wish they had called me sooner..." Her voice was smooth and quiet. She parted her lips specifically as she spoke, articulating clearly to the doctor.
"I'm sorry. We are not sure what to think."
"What's your excuse? Do you know who or what did this?" Her voice was sharp, her eyes pierced through the man's soul as she interrogated him for more information. She took a step closer, a little too close for comfort. She looked down his body. He wasn't badly built, she could make do with a little imagination.
"It--it a-appears some animal attacked him, ma'am," he stuttered at her closeness.
"An animal you say. What kind of animal?" She tilted her head, her eyes focused inside his.
"From my kn-knowledge, I'd say a wolf--but--but there are never wolves in the city. And for a wolf to be that large is j--just preposterous," he held up his hands, as it to offer some distance between the two of them. The papers in his hand flopped over, the opposite of what was happening in his pants.
"But we know that just cannot be true, right?" A small, seductive smile was set on her lips. She took a step closer, her forehead right next to his lips, "I mean, the report mentioned nothing of a wolf, right?"
"I... of course, not. It may have been some modern day medieval killing instrument, which seems more plausible..."
"Good, I want to make sure I'm after the right person," her lips were slightly ajar as she finished speaking, looking the man up and down, and taking a step backwards. She got what she needed. It must have been a werewolf. But why on a Sturgeon Moon? She had until September 16th, the next full moon to figure out where the werewolves would target. So far random pedestrians seemed useless enough of information. Unless, it was a rogue werewolf. @Arista
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