New Day - Hollywood Undead
Rap rock. Actually, I've been listening to heaps of their more serious songs.
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AAAAH PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!!
But yeah, it might just be me, cos it still ain't working. Doesn't matter that much though... Does it?
But yeah, it might just be me, cos it still ain't working. Doesn't matter that much though... Does it?
It's still broken, Sam...
Y U DO DIS TO US?!?!
Y U DO DIS TO US?!?!
Gabe was slipping in and out of consciousness. He could feel the slick, warm blood gushing out of his wound. Pain ebbed from it, weak at first, then unbearable, pulsing throughout his body. The first time he regained consciousness, his vision was clouded by darkness, only able to see straight ahead of him... the ceiling. He heard Superman's voice- then Deathstroke's- heard Superman call the man Ben. Heard Ben call Superman Kal. Heard Superman say that Ben blames the League for Vixen's death... And then it all clicked. Gabe realised that Ben wasn't just any Ben- he was Ben Turner. The Bronze Tiger. His wife, Vixen, was killed by a rampaging Martian Manhunter, and Ben must have blamed the Justice League for it. But Gabe's reasoning didn't get that far. He slipped back into nothingness before he could finish forming his thoughts.
The second time he regained consciousness, Gabe could see a bit more clearly. He turned his head slightly, seeing Fenrir attack Fate. What was going on there? He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Fenrir to back off, but then pain racked his body, and his vision dimmed once again.
The third time, he saw Jin lean over him, her hand touching his wound. He winced at first, but decided to welcome her touch. It comforted him. This time, he could barely make out any sound, and his vision was both dark and blurry. He could only just register Jin's voice- he didn't need to be told that she was scolding him. He tried to lift his arm to touch her, just to let her know that he was alright, but he couldn't even manage that. The pain and exhaustion was too much. Then she applied more pressure to the wound, her voice changing to her usual joking tone, and Gabe felt himself warm up. He didn't know how she could keep so calm, but he was glad. Glad to hear that she wasn't too bothered about him. But what if she was bothered? What if she was worrying right that very second? If so, it was Gabe's fault... After all, it was he that had decided to attack Turner. He was the one that forced Turner to shoot him. It was all his fault. So as the guilt washed over him, Gabe opened his mouth to utter these words, his words pathetic and weak.
"Jin... I'm... Sorry..."
The second time he regained consciousness, Gabe could see a bit more clearly. He turned his head slightly, seeing Fenrir attack Fate. What was going on there? He opened his mouth to speak, to tell Fenrir to back off, but then pain racked his body, and his vision dimmed once again.
The third time, he saw Jin lean over him, her hand touching his wound. He winced at first, but decided to welcome her touch. It comforted him. This time, he could barely make out any sound, and his vision was both dark and blurry. He could only just register Jin's voice- he didn't need to be told that she was scolding him. He tried to lift his arm to touch her, just to let her know that he was alright, but he couldn't even manage that. The pain and exhaustion was too much. Then she applied more pressure to the wound, her voice changing to her usual joking tone, and Gabe felt himself warm up. He didn't know how she could keep so calm, but he was glad. Glad to hear that she wasn't too bothered about him. But what if she was bothered? What if she was worrying right that very second? If so, it was Gabe's fault... After all, it was he that had decided to attack Turner. He was the one that forced Turner to shoot him. It was all his fault. So as the guilt washed over him, Gabe opened his mouth to utter these words, his words pathetic and weak.
"Jin... I'm... Sorry..."
Is this still happening?
It appears that this is dead... what a shame. I liked this RP.
Jonny followed the group to the testing floor. The chairs- consoles- looked amazingly comfortable, and once Jonny sat in one, he was not disappointed. His muscles relaxed straight away, the chair shaped and cushioned so magnificently that it would instantly make the most anxious man in the world feel instantly at ease. Excited questions began to surge through his mind. When do they start? What's Ancient Egypt like? Who was his ancestor? Was it a peasant? Was it a nobleman? What was life like there? Was the simulation accurate?
He calmed himself with the thought that they, the testers, would soon find out. All he had to do was wait just a couple of more minutes. Only a few more minutes.
He calmed himself with the thought that they, the testers, would soon find out. All he had to do was wait just a couple of more minutes. Only a few more minutes.
Jonny had arrived at Abstergo Entertainment a few minutes after the first three testers. He greeted each one of them, shaking their hands, before taking a seat near the one called Dan. To say the least, Jonny was excited. He was a huge fan of the Animus console, and the fact that he was helping test the next iteration was mind-blowing, and he always was interested in Ancient Egyptian history, and knowing that that was the time period the simulation was set in was a plus.
He took out his phone and started playing a game, also developed by Abstergo, waiting for time to pass. However, he eventually got bored and turned the phone off, resorting to staring into space and thinking his thoughts. Where were the others? What was taking them so long to get there? Why couldn't they just start testing without them? Jonny couldn't answer those questions, and instead suppressed them, forcing himself to be patient.
He took out his phone and started playing a game, also developed by Abstergo, waiting for time to pass. However, he eventually got bored and turned the phone off, resorting to staring into space and thinking his thoughts. Where were the others? What was taking them so long to get there? Why couldn't they just start testing without them? Jonny couldn't answer those questions, and instead suppressed them, forcing himself to be patient.
RL, just to establish the RL scenario, maybe have it cut into the Animus sections?
Gee, thanks. The thought of the characters just being vessels came to my mind a while back. Would the Leaguers actually care? Plus, I needed to give Gabe a reason to burn the base.
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