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Born.
Schooled.
Thought.
More schooled.
Today.
-The Sylverblu Manifesto
Schooled.
Thought.
More schooled.
Today.
-The Sylverblu Manifesto
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By the way thought that everyone should know that from this Sunday to next Saturday I won't be posting, leaving my character in control of Lemons. So if he does anything stupid, which he probably will, it's not me.
Alright. Jump in whenever.
Rubix heard someone entering the house, and so he quickly smashed the last window that he could and slipped out the back door. He then slipped his beating-sticks-of-justice into the specially tailored pockets in his sleeves and sauntered off into the village, once or twice seeing the young woman who's life he had destroyed passing through the village with rage.
This brought a smile to his face. A job well done, he thought flipping one of the stilettos in the air and catching it. He had taken some of her money too, and with it bought some of the best beef stew he had ever eaten. But it was getting late, and Rubix figured that it was about time to get back to his client.
"Well?" The fat man asked, sitting in his rocking chair.
"Her shit has been thoroughly wrecked," Rubix replied, gesturing to the stilettos for proof that he was there.
"Thank you, that bitch'll regret ever turning me down, here's your pay." Realizing the implications of what the man was saying, Rubix waited until the money was in his hands before dropping a quick, "Thank you," and ripping the man across the face with one of his rods.
"Sick, sick man," Rubix said over his shoulder before heading back into town. If he was going to return what was stolen, it would be wiser to do it after the girl had had some time to cool off any maybe even fall asleep.
It was night now, and Rubix casually walked up to the girl's door in an attempt to open it. Locked. At least she learned something from this, Rubix thought as he slipped through one if the broken windows. Heading into the girl's bedroom, Rubix stepped on a loose floorboard (one that he himself had loosened earlier that day) and created a loud, resonating creak. The girl soon made it known that she knew that Rubix was there. Regardless, he waltzed into her room with a mere, "Sorry about the house, there was a misunderstanding," before dropping the knives and a sack of money that he figured should be enough to pay for the repairs. He then began to leave, as casually as he had walked in.
This brought a smile to his face. A job well done, he thought flipping one of the stilettos in the air and catching it. He had taken some of her money too, and with it bought some of the best beef stew he had ever eaten. But it was getting late, and Rubix figured that it was about time to get back to his client.
"Well?" The fat man asked, sitting in his rocking chair.
"Her shit has been thoroughly wrecked," Rubix replied, gesturing to the stilettos for proof that he was there.
"Thank you, that bitch'll regret ever turning me down, here's your pay." Realizing the implications of what the man was saying, Rubix waited until the money was in his hands before dropping a quick, "Thank you," and ripping the man across the face with one of his rods.
"Sick, sick man," Rubix said over his shoulder before heading back into town. If he was going to return what was stolen, it would be wiser to do it after the girl had had some time to cool off any maybe even fall asleep.
It was night now, and Rubix casually walked up to the girl's door in an attempt to open it. Locked. At least she learned something from this, Rubix thought as he slipped through one if the broken windows. Heading into the girl's bedroom, Rubix stepped on a loose floorboard (one that he himself had loosened earlier that day) and created a loud, resonating creak. The girl soon made it known that she knew that Rubix was there. Regardless, he waltzed into her room with a mere, "Sorry about the house, there was a misunderstanding," before dropping the knives and a sack of money that he figured should be enough to pay for the repairs. He then began to leave, as casually as he had walked in.
Accepted. Just for the sake of... Well there isn't really a reason other than awesome factor but it would be nice if you can find a Greek/Latin root word for the ability such as Gravitokinesis (messing with gravity).
Gyrin!
Okay one question, by physics manipulation I'm just going to assume you mean Gravitokinesis, manipulation of gravity. If this is not the case, please elaborate and for the sake of badassery find a Greek/Latin root word.
This aside, character accepted, hop right in whenever.
Okay one question, by physics manipulation I'm just going to assume you mean Gravitokinesis, manipulation of gravity. If this is not the case, please elaborate and for the sake of badassery find a Greek/Latin root word.
This aside, character accepted, hop right in whenever.
By the way all on Sunday I'll be gone for a week, but after that I'll be back.
There was a jolt...
Joseph was in the air...
Something hit him in the head...
He was spinning out of control now...
He started to fall...
There was a snap...
Everything went black...
Joseph felt over his body with the little bit of energy he had left. He detected 5 broken ribs, a broken spine, a broken neck, a broken elbow, and a concussion. He looked up and saw a fire escape, still resonating with the force of that his head had so gracefully applied on the way up. Instantly, he got to work. There was a crinkling sound as his vertebrae shifted back into place, though it was more of a band-aid than anything. He would have to fix this later. Nevertheless, he got up. Then he got down. His head was still spinning, and he found it incredibly difficult to get back up again. Leaning on the wall of the alleyway, he said with a winded, broken voice, "Someone please get my suitcase, I left it in the bordello," and he halfheartedly limped back onto the sidewalk before turning around again. "Twilight Gardens Apartment Complex, room 216. I'd appreciate it if after all the trouble you've caused me you showed up at some point today." He stretched, cracking his back which was still in the process of healing. "Fools," he said on a closing note. As he headed back to his apartment, he tripped and bumped into other people and trash and any number of times.
Falling onto his bed, he was about ready to fall asleep when he was greeted by the pleasant sound of the alarm ringtone specifically selected for his boss.
"Hello?"
"You're late."
"I got mugged."
"Oh really? Because last time I checked you had a gun and police training!"
"There were four of them. They all had weapons."
"Fine, just make sure you get to the scene tomorrow."
"That's not going to happen."
"And why is that?"
"I have a concussion, and my back is," Joseph felt around to see how much progress he had made,"fractured."
"You have a week." Joseph grinned.
"A week is all I need."
Joseph hung up, got up, made some coffee, and waited for whatever was next, all the while rearranging and reassembling his body.
Joseph was in the air...
Something hit him in the head...
He was spinning out of control now...
He started to fall...
There was a snap...
Everything went black...
Joseph felt over his body with the little bit of energy he had left. He detected 5 broken ribs, a broken spine, a broken neck, a broken elbow, and a concussion. He looked up and saw a fire escape, still resonating with the force of that his head had so gracefully applied on the way up. Instantly, he got to work. There was a crinkling sound as his vertebrae shifted back into place, though it was more of a band-aid than anything. He would have to fix this later. Nevertheless, he got up. Then he got down. His head was still spinning, and he found it incredibly difficult to get back up again. Leaning on the wall of the alleyway, he said with a winded, broken voice, "Someone please get my suitcase, I left it in the bordello," and he halfheartedly limped back onto the sidewalk before turning around again. "Twilight Gardens Apartment Complex, room 216. I'd appreciate it if after all the trouble you've caused me you showed up at some point today." He stretched, cracking his back which was still in the process of healing. "Fools," he said on a closing note. As he headed back to his apartment, he tripped and bumped into other people and trash and any number of times.
Falling onto his bed, he was about ready to fall asleep when he was greeted by the pleasant sound of the alarm ringtone specifically selected for his boss.
"Hello?"
"You're late."
"I got mugged."
"Oh really? Because last time I checked you had a gun and police training!"
"There were four of them. They all had weapons."
"Fine, just make sure you get to the scene tomorrow."
"That's not going to happen."
"And why is that?"
"I have a concussion, and my back is," Joseph felt around to see how much progress he had made,"fractured."
"You have a week." Joseph grinned.
"A week is all I need."
Joseph hung up, got up, made some coffee, and waited for whatever was next, all the while rearranging and reassembling his body.
Interested.
Sooo, IC anyone?
There was a sound, and Sylvia woke lethargically, still slightly intoxicated. She wandered through the room for a few seconds, trying to discern the origin of the noise. Soon, she figured out what it was.
Who the hell plays the piano at whatever-the-fuck-it-is o'clock in the morning?
Eyes still closed, Sylvia wandered through the dorm, finally reaching the balcony before opening her eyes. For a moment, everything was blurred. When her eyes cleared, she saw the night city, a beautiful skyline with parks scattered about. It looked like there was even some sort of hydroponic farm a while off. But she was still exhausted, and with a few muttered obscenities started back to bed. Habitually, she stopped and headed for the door, making sure that it was locked. It wasn't, and she quickly made it so. She then went over to the couch, standing to see Gavin for a moment. There was a moment of serenity as she thought to herself before heading back to bed.
Who the hell plays the piano at whatever-the-fuck-it-is o'clock in the morning?
Eyes still closed, Sylvia wandered through the dorm, finally reaching the balcony before opening her eyes. For a moment, everything was blurred. When her eyes cleared, she saw the night city, a beautiful skyline with parks scattered about. It looked like there was even some sort of hydroponic farm a while off. But she was still exhausted, and with a few muttered obscenities started back to bed. Habitually, she stopped and headed for the door, making sure that it was locked. It wasn't, and she quickly made it so. She then went over to the couch, standing to see Gavin for a moment. There was a moment of serenity as she thought to herself before heading back to bed.
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