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Ugh, I wanted to respond to your last post Stitches. Crud, guess I was too late.
Dex - Home - Tessa
After catching the lock box, Dex just stared at it for a good minute. He looked at its design, not really thinking about it though, but about other things. He was disgusted by the images that ran his mind. Confusion was also a part of his emotions right now, feeling every little sharp urge to do things, but then having them stop when he realizes their not part of the plan. Dex urged to pen the darn thing, but it also needed a key. He tugged and pulled at it desperately, but couldn't manage. In the end he gave up using passiveness and just threw it at the garage wall, completely shattering the wooden safe into shards of pieces. He watched everything inside just fall to the ground, just like his heart had fell that day. There was money, a lighter, a couple of old envelopes and most importantly, the keys to his old bike.
He crouched and took what he was looking for, then returned to mount his beast. He inserted the key, turned the bike on, the roared the engine like an animal. The echoes and thuds of the old thing echoed in the garage rather loudly. With the clutch still pulled in, he turned the throttle, playing with the engine a little as it hadn't been turned on in a while. He had had his best friend come every Saturday to have it run for a while, so it wasn't too rusty, but one could see old gasoline exiting the exhaust. "Climb on" he ordered Tessa, still having the gun on him at all times. With the press of a button, the garage pulled open and allowed the two to ride off into the streets. The same button was pressed - which was on the keys - to close the garage door.
After about a fifteen minute ride - while it was still daylight - Dex stopped in the parking lot of a strip club. "C'mon" he ordered as he got off his bike and started towards the entrance. A bouncer stopped them before they could go in. Dex had his hat on along with some shades. "We frisk" the bouncer said. "So get your hands up for a second" he added, but Dex did not follow as told. "I'm here to talk to Tyrone. He's still runs this place right?" Dex questioned as he looked up to the six foot plus dark skinned man. "Sure he does. But I'ma need to frisk you if you want to go inside, we ain't hoodlums. Guns stay in our safes" the bouncer stated in arrogance.
Dex dug in the pocket of his pants and pulled out a couple bills. They were rolled up neatly and showed the bouncer. "You let me in, it's yours" he negotiated. The bouncer quickly took the opportunity and made the deal, letting Dex and Tessa in the club without being frisked. So with the gun still in his belt, he walked down a path, eyeing everyone in the club as the dancers did their thing in the background. As he reached a table, he told Tessa to sit down. "You stay here, I've got some business to handle. I'll be right back" Dex instructed as he vanished through the crowd. Men of all races and ethnicity turned to see Tessa alone in the table. They eyed her like a piece of meat.
After catching the lock box, Dex just stared at it for a good minute. He looked at its design, not really thinking about it though, but about other things. He was disgusted by the images that ran his mind. Confusion was also a part of his emotions right now, feeling every little sharp urge to do things, but then having them stop when he realizes their not part of the plan. Dex urged to pen the darn thing, but it also needed a key. He tugged and pulled at it desperately, but couldn't manage. In the end he gave up using passiveness and just threw it at the garage wall, completely shattering the wooden safe into shards of pieces. He watched everything inside just fall to the ground, just like his heart had fell that day. There was money, a lighter, a couple of old envelopes and most importantly, the keys to his old bike.
He crouched and took what he was looking for, then returned to mount his beast. He inserted the key, turned the bike on, the roared the engine like an animal. The echoes and thuds of the old thing echoed in the garage rather loudly. With the clutch still pulled in, he turned the throttle, playing with the engine a little as it hadn't been turned on in a while. He had had his best friend come every Saturday to have it run for a while, so it wasn't too rusty, but one could see old gasoline exiting the exhaust. "Climb on" he ordered Tessa, still having the gun on him at all times. With the press of a button, the garage pulled open and allowed the two to ride off into the streets. The same button was pressed - which was on the keys - to close the garage door.
After about a fifteen minute ride - while it was still daylight - Dex stopped in the parking lot of a strip club. "C'mon" he ordered as he got off his bike and started towards the entrance. A bouncer stopped them before they could go in. Dex had his hat on along with some shades. "We frisk" the bouncer said. "So get your hands up for a second" he added, but Dex did not follow as told. "I'm here to talk to Tyrone. He's still runs this place right?" Dex questioned as he looked up to the six foot plus dark skinned man. "Sure he does. But I'ma need to frisk you if you want to go inside, we ain't hoodlums. Guns stay in our safes" the bouncer stated in arrogance.
Dex dug in the pocket of his pants and pulled out a couple bills. They were rolled up neatly and showed the bouncer. "You let me in, it's yours" he negotiated. The bouncer quickly took the opportunity and made the deal, letting Dex and Tessa in the club without being frisked. So with the gun still in his belt, he walked down a path, eyeing everyone in the club as the dancers did their thing in the background. As he reached a table, he told Tessa to sit down. "You stay here, I've got some business to handle. I'll be right back" Dex instructed as he vanished through the crowd. Men of all races and ethnicity turned to see Tessa alone in the table. They eyed her like a piece of meat.
I'll respond in the mornin. Hitting the hay, night.
Enjoyed the post tho
Enjoyed the post tho
Can't wait to see it :)
Song Book said
This is still open right? Just have a question if it is... How big is the fashion Industry? like magazines and models?
Yeah, it's still open. That industry still continues, just like today. Only difference is that it's all done online. Magazines are only distributed to the 'slums' of Providence. The wealthy catch all this stuff through serves and such. But modeling and television still continues and is still popular.
Out of the shadows of the bleachers surrounding the ring came a figure with the presence of a fiend. An aura shot out from it's body, illuminating his surroundings in what seemed to be a bright red color. But those were only mind games, an essence of fear and wrath sprung up from the impurity of emotions. This fiend had the shape of a man standing at about six feet. He walked upon the sands of the arena, walking passed the pitch black stallions as he ran his gloved fingers through their mane. The horses shrieked at his touch, and the man's laugh echoed through his masked features. Not even the sound of thundering music could hide his short malevolent cackle.
Each footstep left a mark in the ring. His hands came together behind him as he spun to look at the empty domain. The gloom of this providence worked wonders for the upcoming act. The relation between colors was beautiful, despite it's sad ambiance. A touch of red it would strike fear into the eyes of the audience - so for that purpose, the color was absent. But as of this moment, the red was present. Not only did this mysterious man's aura sprout the illusion of the color, but the circle on the forehead of his mask wore it like a blessing. The mask strikes fear into everyone's eyes or so have complaints said. But this was nothing but trickery - a marvelous joke. It was a show, for this man did not deliberately bring terror, but encourage it for later pleasure. For his audience, he would first agitate them with fright, but then ease that fear through the illusion of comfort, feeding off their emotions as though they were animate. The man played with the mind, bolstering his act this way through seizure then relief.
Though his placing in this horse-filled tent wasn't for show. The masked man walked through the passageway towards the dressing room. His footsteps stopped before a grey colored curtain - which was the entrance in this case. Under his mask, his facial expression became calm, though nobody ever saw it during hours of operation. So with no hesitation, the effigy pierced through the curtains to find a woman strapping on her outfit.
"You look as beautiful as ever Diedra" the masked man - known as none other than Tanner - started. "Those colors are of delightful taste. I sometimes grow envious of you. You've got such wonderful eyes. They have this spark that bring forth beauty and power. If I took off this mask, I would be exiled for my appearance" he joked, giving a faint chuckle under the containment of his disguise. The man then sat down at a nearby chair, crossing his legs like a British gentleman, his hands clasped together on the edge of the table before him. "I was in here earlier after your show ended. Madame Sombre asked me to check up on you personally. Now why do you think that is?" he asked sarcastically, knowing the answer already. He was always known to be one step ahead.
Tanner then stood up from his seating, pushing the chair back towards the table. He walked up to the woman with a calm and collective manner, his hands clasped behind him yet again. He now stood about two to three feet from her, his eyes glowing blue under the mask. But it wasn't a blue of serenity or harmony, but this blue of chaos and disorder. "Have you ever heard the story of the Irish Rebellion of 1641?" he asked her, again knowing she was absent that knowledge. Then he continued, "Well, the Irish wanted Catholicism to spread over the English administration. They became violent and forceful in attempts to overthrow the English rule in areas of England, mainly Irish and Scottish Providences. But see, the Irish Catholics lost the battle to the English, failing to dispose of the Protestants. The Anti-Catholics kept their land and gained more geography. Despite having a larger army, one powered by the wealthy, they failed to surpass the mental strength of their enemy. They weren't smart enough."
After that, the masked man took a step back and smiled underneath his mask - his facial expression going unseen. "It would seem your show is starting, so I will take my leave. It was a pleasure speaking with you Diedra, let us do this again........On....healthier terms next time shall we?" And with a nod of adieu, Tanner vanished from the dressing room like a shadow in the night.
Each footstep left a mark in the ring. His hands came together behind him as he spun to look at the empty domain. The gloom of this providence worked wonders for the upcoming act. The relation between colors was beautiful, despite it's sad ambiance. A touch of red it would strike fear into the eyes of the audience - so for that purpose, the color was absent. But as of this moment, the red was present. Not only did this mysterious man's aura sprout the illusion of the color, but the circle on the forehead of his mask wore it like a blessing. The mask strikes fear into everyone's eyes or so have complaints said. But this was nothing but trickery - a marvelous joke. It was a show, for this man did not deliberately bring terror, but encourage it for later pleasure. For his audience, he would first agitate them with fright, but then ease that fear through the illusion of comfort, feeding off their emotions as though they were animate. The man played with the mind, bolstering his act this way through seizure then relief.
Though his placing in this horse-filled tent wasn't for show. The masked man walked through the passageway towards the dressing room. His footsteps stopped before a grey colored curtain - which was the entrance in this case. Under his mask, his facial expression became calm, though nobody ever saw it during hours of operation. So with no hesitation, the effigy pierced through the curtains to find a woman strapping on her outfit.
"You look as beautiful as ever Diedra" the masked man - known as none other than Tanner - started. "Those colors are of delightful taste. I sometimes grow envious of you. You've got such wonderful eyes. They have this spark that bring forth beauty and power. If I took off this mask, I would be exiled for my appearance" he joked, giving a faint chuckle under the containment of his disguise. The man then sat down at a nearby chair, crossing his legs like a British gentleman, his hands clasped together on the edge of the table before him. "I was in here earlier after your show ended. Madame Sombre asked me to check up on you personally. Now why do you think that is?" he asked sarcastically, knowing the answer already. He was always known to be one step ahead.
Tanner then stood up from his seating, pushing the chair back towards the table. He walked up to the woman with a calm and collective manner, his hands clasped behind him yet again. He now stood about two to three feet from her, his eyes glowing blue under the mask. But it wasn't a blue of serenity or harmony, but this blue of chaos and disorder. "Have you ever heard the story of the Irish Rebellion of 1641?" he asked her, again knowing she was absent that knowledge. Then he continued, "Well, the Irish wanted Catholicism to spread over the English administration. They became violent and forceful in attempts to overthrow the English rule in areas of England, mainly Irish and Scottish Providences. But see, the Irish Catholics lost the battle to the English, failing to dispose of the Protestants. The Anti-Catholics kept their land and gained more geography. Despite having a larger army, one powered by the wealthy, they failed to surpass the mental strength of their enemy. They weren't smart enough."
After that, the masked man took a step back and smiled underneath his mask - his facial expression going unseen. "It would seem your show is starting, so I will take my leave. It was a pleasure speaking with you Diedra, let us do this again........On....healthier terms next time shall we?" And with a nod of adieu, Tanner vanished from the dressing room like a shadow in the night.
Is there like a main event after dawn? Like in a real circus when everyone comes into a joint show?
Or is it only gonna be the individual tents throughout the entire day?
Or is it only gonna be the individual tents throughout the entire day?
Dex - Still at Home - Tessa
As the girl noted to be named Tessa began to reveal her terms for the agreement, Dex frowned. His eyebrows squeezed together with irritation. He walked up next to her, gun in his belt and looked down upon Tessa. "I don't think you're in any place to negotiate" he stated. "And anyway, you go out there you're as good as dead" he added as he headed back to the fridge, opening the door wife and staring at the emptiness.
He too out a beer and popped open the lid. It made a quick fuzz noise he hadn't heard in four years. He smirked in delight as he took a small sip, enjoying the taste and delicacyof the fluid. After finishing it, he threw the can away in the trash can next to the sink. "Alright, were heading out, c'mon, get up" he said, taking her by the arm and pulling her to her feet - off his chair. "That way, walk" he commanded, pushing her towards the garage.
Once inside, he flipped the light on and before them stood two vehicles. There was a hover car - more SUV shaped than car. And next to that was an impressive 20th century Triumph Bonneville, chopped down into a bobber with a king-queen seat without a backrest. It had saddle bags, terrain tires for dual sport situations and extended ape hangers. "My baby!" He yelled with joy as he mounted as though it was his first time. "Ah how much I miss this thing. It was passed down through generations. I'll be the last to own it" he said as his mood suddenly changed. "Shit. Go get me the keys, they're in the little lockbox in the bedroom" he pointed.
The lockbox was next to various pictures of him in his wife along worth others of Elisa - the 'malfunctioned' android. They were an ordinary family until luck didn't go their way. Everything they had build was torn down by one single Hark operator - though he was not wearing his name tag that day. All Dex remembers is the guy's face, his height, body shape, eye color, hair color. He knew just enough to find him, but he couldn't do it alone. So after she brought back the key, they'd head off to see an old friend if Dex's.
As the girl noted to be named Tessa began to reveal her terms for the agreement, Dex frowned. His eyebrows squeezed together with irritation. He walked up next to her, gun in his belt and looked down upon Tessa. "I don't think you're in any place to negotiate" he stated. "And anyway, you go out there you're as good as dead" he added as he headed back to the fridge, opening the door wife and staring at the emptiness.
He too out a beer and popped open the lid. It made a quick fuzz noise he hadn't heard in four years. He smirked in delight as he took a small sip, enjoying the taste and delicacyof the fluid. After finishing it, he threw the can away in the trash can next to the sink. "Alright, were heading out, c'mon, get up" he said, taking her by the arm and pulling her to her feet - off his chair. "That way, walk" he commanded, pushing her towards the garage.
Once inside, he flipped the light on and before them stood two vehicles. There was a hover car - more SUV shaped than car. And next to that was an impressive 20th century Triumph Bonneville, chopped down into a bobber with a king-queen seat without a backrest. It had saddle bags, terrain tires for dual sport situations and extended ape hangers. "My baby!" He yelled with joy as he mounted as though it was his first time. "Ah how much I miss this thing. It was passed down through generations. I'll be the last to own it" he said as his mood suddenly changed. "Shit. Go get me the keys, they're in the little lockbox in the bedroom" he pointed.
The lockbox was next to various pictures of him in his wife along worth others of Elisa - the 'malfunctioned' android. They were an ordinary family until luck didn't go their way. Everything they had build was torn down by one single Hark operator - though he was not wearing his name tag that day. All Dex remembers is the guy's face, his height, body shape, eye color, hair color. He knew just enough to find him, but he couldn't do it alone. So after she brought back the key, they'd head off to see an old friend if Dex's.
Stitches said
Posted! And I agree with Princess, here, they did seem a bit over the top.
That's why I changed them. I'm not arguing against that, just sayin she coulda been nicer about it that's all.
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