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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 4, 2008 18:49:43 GMT 1
((OOC: For the folks who've contacted me, this is the dream thread. If anyone else is interested in joining, please get in touch with me first.))
"Alright! Alright! I'll go get it!"
Valencia closed the door to the gym behind her as she entered the building, barely muffling the faraway band playing "Music of the Night" from The Phantom of the Opera right at the crescendo. She personally liked the song and hummed along with it as she wandered over to the storage closet. She hesitated once she stood inches away from it and remembered her experience with Vince and Richard... Chelsea Owens's leftover remains were found inside the storage closet and Valencia couldn't stand the smell. She couldn't even come within yards of the closet's closed doors. And yet, she marveled at how well they cleaned up the scene, even though it was uncomfortable to think about. Her hand reached for the knob and she paused once more, realizing that the music stopped. Valencia furrowed her brow in confusion and couldn't help but feel as though the room was tilting at an angle...
Like in those movies where the camera tilts for dramatic effect... For suspense it ain't bad, but it's not like our equilibriums should be messed up as a result...
Then, Valencia looked down. Wisps of smoke that gathered around her feet began to get sucked in through the crack beneath the door. She instinctively backed away from the door and felt extremely nervous... Her body tensed up and she raised her arms in preparation to shield her face--This situation reminded her of how backdrafts worked. A fire would suck in every single bit of air available before blowing up into an inferno and Valencia certainly didn't want to be near explosions that can burn her to a crisp. That'd be practically any kind of explosion, by the way, but it's not like she'd admit that she hates being blown up or being too close to fires. Valencia's foot slipped and she fell on the gym's wooden floor, then slid back towards the bleachers on the opposite side of the room as the rest of the gym continued to tilt up. The room stopped slanting and Valencia found herself at the bottom of the "v" (or “L”) between the bleachers and the storage closet.
"Oh come on! Only 60 degrees?! Why can't this place at least go into 90?! Or just 40?!"
Suddenly, the doors to the storage closet burst open and a huge mass of dark, black, and purple came hurtling towards the cornered Vietnamese woman. Valencia's eyes widened in extreme fear as she tried to figure out what the heck it was. It was like a viscous liquid, yet it was solid enough to form appendages aiming for her. She found it foolish to stay paralyzed any longer, so she scrambled "up" the bleachers and tried to evade the thing's piercing arms, spikes, and whatevers as best as she could. One or two times, she even swatted some of them aside when it got in the way of her escape. Valencia slipped onto her back and kept crab walking, only to freeze once it seemed too late and she was surrounded.
"I didn't do it! Geez, you've got the wrong person! I DIDN'T DO IT!! HONEST!!"
The mass reared up and cascaded its reaching limbs towards Valencia. She screamed and cowered behind her arms, closing her eyes tightly like it was the only thing she cared about. It didn't hurt at all. She opened an eye warily and scanned the leaning room. There was no black-purple-dark goo surrounding her... However, there was a huge spike protruding from the storage closet and impaling her chest, right where her heart was meant to be. Valencia scowled in disappointment and tried to move. She was pinned, so she started to squirm vehemently, even against her better judgment (which was to avoid squirming in general since it might've damaged some vital organs).
She grabbed the darkish mass and looked up at its source to find its middle dissolving. Once it melted all the way through, the dark that was closest to the closet receded while the rest fell neatly right into the void-like "puddle" in Valencia's chest and midsection. A couple moments passed for the Asian to take in everything that happened before she tried to touch the stain. Feeling brave, she pressed the section smack dab in the middle and felt a painful, stinging sensation. She sat up straight and sighed heavily as if to alleviate the pain.
"This stain... Will NEVER wash out if I don't get rid of it! PFFT. I can't walk around with this GRAPE JUICE all over me! It's GROSS. GAWD."
Valencia tried to squeeze and wring out some of the liquid like a sponge, just to see it cling against her hands and fingers. She pouted at how surface tension and capillary action worked, so she tried to shake it off of her and after that attempt failed, began wiping it against her jeans like it was a portable towel. This definitely wasn't working out for her, so she ran carefully over to the slanted exit. She slammed her fists against the doors a few times before the lock loosened, then climbed through the blazing bright doorway... Unsure of what to find on the other side.
[EDIT: To further emphasize that Valencia is indoors for the majority of this post until making her exit out some other door.]
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Post by Kei on Jan 4, 2008 21:55:52 GMT 1
It was a winter's afternoon, and yet the weather was much like Kei's old NY's spring time. The sky's looked almost like a premature twilight, and the cheering of crowds of people can be heard. In this curious atmosphere the sight of a great big green field was filled with people running across it every other minute. A group of them were wearing colors of red and white, while the others adorned shades of silver and blue. On the sidelines, a particularly familiar face was seen standing, curiously wearing the colors of red and white. As he looked on to the field, his eyes were stern and his body stiff. What was it that plagued him? What was it that worried him so... The metallic bleachers holding the fans of this soccer game shook with dangerous intensity one second, and in another it was held with utmost serenity you can almost forget what was going on. This field being the home of high school soccer players gave way to many questions if one were to see. The young face of a seventeen year old Keisuke seemingly owned the time. This was his game, and his first chance at winning the state championship game. This was his destiny, as Varron Academy promised him when he first registered as a student. However, he knew it wasn't going to be an easy game, as his opponents were a recognizable team known as the Hircine Timberwolves. Their star forward? None other than the ambitious Seige Castillo, who happens to be Keisuke's younger brother. How can the seventeen year old Keisuke possibly play in such a game against his younger, eighteen year old brother? Well, for that... it's a surprise. As Keisuke's #3 jersey faced his fans, a sudden "jerk" caught his attention. It wasn't that he didn't care about the noise since he was in his academy's stadium, it was because this specific sound was different and stood out. When he looked, a girl wearing some stained clothes came out of his locker room, and he eyed her up and down, as he would normally do at that age, but this time it wasn't really to "check her out," these grape juice stains merely surprised him and caused him to even feel sorry for her. But, no matter. It was back to the game, waiting for the time for him to sub in and decimate the opponents. Or so he thought... "Wait a minute..." As he turned back around, he looked at the girl once more and suddenly a light bulb lit up in his head- as was evident since even his eyes grew brighter-, he knew this girl. It was Valencia. "You're late! And... what happened to you." Keisuke was considerably shorter, though only by two or so inches, and his overall build wasn't as broad or muscular as Valencia knew it to be. Though it was still somewhat significant, his voice was only a smidge premature as well. See, these questions he can ask, but why he's suddenly in New York again playing against Hircine is certainly normal in his world. He always was an oddball that Kei.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 5, 2008 2:14:46 GMT 1
Valencia fell out of the doorway onto her side as the new laws of gravity kicked in. She muttered to herself on the ground in her annoyed heap and looked towards Kei’s general direction before getting up. She brushed herself off and closed the door behind her, scratching her head in thought as she examined the stain on her body.
“Sorry about being late. I couldn’t find those shoes and I tripped right into a punch bowl. Now, I have nothing against folks preparing for things in advance, like surprise parties and so on so forth, but there’s a time and place for everything.”
She sighed and continued to lament over the stain. It wasn’t as though she was lying or forgot everything that happened just a few moments ago, but she simply didn’t think it was important to bring up. If anything, she felt embarrassed and guilty that she didn’t come back with what she was looking for.
“My new objective on my repertoire of missions? Find a new top and let this thing soak in some water before mom gets mad at me. This isn’t your average iodine--”
Valencia was about to remove her shirt and suddenly stopped after seeing a glimpse of what was beneath her shirt. Her face was a ghostly shade of pale and a sheepish grin played on her features.
“Ahaha… On second thought, don’t you have something important to do? What am I doing, keeping you from doing your thing? And what am I doing instead of getting something to eat?! I’m FAMISHED and you’re PLAYING. Just a quick tip—Be careful going through that door. They’ve been doing some redecorating and you might put an eye out.”
She looked all around her saw everything she knew and didn’t. Valencia had an odd hunch that she wasn’t in California anymore, but quickly dismissed it as a case of déjà vu. Maybe she was still in California and looking at the world in a different light, like after watching a long special on the Travel Channel about the east coast. Maybe. Just maybe. Or in a worst-case scenario, she was in New Californiork. She ran her fingers through her hair and ran towards the bleachers, not quite caring which side she joined. Her silver eyes hunted for a spot for her to sit and once she found one, she screamed and hollered for someone to save it for her, if not for a couple moments until she got there.
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Post by Conner on Jan 5, 2008 8:47:09 GMT 1
(OOC: Correct this simpleton if I screw something up.)
"Time to get up! C'mon, let's go!"
The corrections officer yelled as he walked by, sliding his billy club against the bars to cause a continuous CLANK, keeping the noise going as he kept walking down the aisle. Conner rolled over in his cot, placing his palms on the scribbled concrete walls. He sighed before sitting up, staring a watcher down from the other side of the bars.
"I said get up."
Before Conner could reply, the earth shook and the wall behind him exploded. Bricks and stones shot forward, creating a wall of rubble to seperate him from the watcher. Conner looked back, a blazing light flowing inwards in a contrast to the dull gray of the cell room. He threw his feet over the bed scratching the back of his head as he turned to face Seth Calloway in his orange jumpsuit. The student smiled over his shoulder, grabbing books out of his locker before slinging them over his shoulder in his backpack. He turned fully to face Conner, uttering a few words before stepping into the light and dissapearing.
"There's blood to be shed."
Conner nodded, picking up a softball sized rock and palming it as he inched towards the gaping hole. He peered outside, squeezing the gray stone in his hand. He leapt outwards, falling several feet before landing with a hard thud on his feet, cratering the land below him. He raised his head, scanning the area in front of him. A bunch of kids were playing soccer, or rather, that's what it looked like.
He moved around to get a better angle, noting several white-shaded sillhouettes with no faces among one blonde haired girl. She was screaming something at him. Conner couldn't make out the words, but she seemed frantic for one reason or another. He jumped down through the bodies onto the empty bleacher seat, standing on it as he looked down at the soccer field. Besides a pair of fully defined soccer players up field, the sillhouttes began to take shape, turning into the first McGrath to go to jail. What Conner's half dozen fathers were kicking wasn't a soccer ball however, but the smaller adolescent youth of himself. Conner gritted his teeth, raising the stone in the air as he looked over at the girl who ran towards him.
"Don't worry. He won't get me again. No one will!"
Conner grinned as he opened his hand once again, droppin the stone into his other hand. He looked at the newly formed grenade, pulling the pin out and throwing the explosive to the middle of the field where he planned to decimate his fathers, and the other boys that continued to play games. After all, they were ignoring his pain. He wouldn't be ignored again.
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Post by Kei on Jan 5, 2008 10:00:35 GMT 1
"Sub!"
~Valencia's right... I'll just talk to her afterwards~
The coach yelled when they were in possession of the ball. After having a free kick due to a fouling from his brother's team, the coach considered this time to be most crucial, as was strategized for this game. Nearly in the middle of the first half, Keisuke was put in the game to make a surprise advancement in Varron performance. With his stamina and skill, he decided to be a middle-fielder to support the attackers and defenders, recognizing himself as the backbone of the team. And with him considering himself a better kicker than Beckham since the age of 13, this was definitely the time to take the lead in the game and break the 0-0 stalemate.
The forty yard line. Not impossible to make a goal from here, but, certainly risky and stupid to execute, especially in this type of game. Busting his ass to prove himself a worthy captain as a junior, he wasn't going to risk it now, and knew that there was virtually no chance of him making a mistake. Now, it was all about further strategy. Taking four steps diagonally from the ball to the left, he kept the "horizontal" distance between him and the ball tight, as to not give a clue on what type of move he was going for. He looked on to the field for three seconds, looking at every available option while under a short amount of time so his "receivers" wouldn't end up being manned. A ballsy defender from the right made his way running straight up, recognizing Kei's posture, and, luckily since the kick was to take place moreso on the right of the field, it boosted Kei's confidence in this succeeding. Leading with his right foot, he took two very tiny steps, and then led with his right for a sort of hop to gain the momentum and power necessary, only to plant his left foot hard on the ground and launch the ball. However. Though placing himself and the ball into a clockwise arch (imagine like... the bottom-right ring of an Xbox 360), he approached the ball from the inside- the left- and therefore kicked the ball from the outside of his right foot, curving it beautifully with a clear path going of the ball starting off in a left direction arching to the right. It was a good strategy, even against experienced fútbolistas.
Keisuke began running as the ball grew nearer to it's desired destination, only to notice that the ball hit something in the air, causing his jaw to drop. It was a perfect pass, and a heavy thud was heard- though certainly not enough to fight against Kei's power- and an explosion followed immediately after. The force of the impact threw him down to the ground, and laid to waste 7 unfortunate students nearby to an unconscious state, with one of them being Keisuke's brother. He was dumbstruck, and was in complete shock. There was no way he was going to have another dead brother... it just wasn't possible. Slightly having a limp while running to see his brother, his eyes were wide open and voice was boisterous. Screaming for help, his eyes caught sight of a fearful and useless crowd. All these people who loved these kids proved to be only reliable for in-game victory, nothing more, nothing less.
With Kei now silent, he sat there in the field waiting for some help, any help at all. Though him finding out who did this was something he'd think about afterwards, as his brother right now is his main concern. It was apparent though; who ever did this was going to deal with a force undisturbed with in years. And that, was something Keisuke will assure.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 6, 2008 5:53:10 GMT 1
((OOC: No worries~ It’s really hard to mess up in this thread since the only real way to mess up is to suddenly stop posting (and kill it).)) “Egads…” Valencia slowed her pace and was glued where she stood, pretty much reacting the same way she would to anything beyond her belief. Depending on extremity of the situation, she’d snap out of the habit and get something done… Providing that she knew what to do. Her mind traveled outwards to let time naturally run its course for some other things to occupy the space in her skull and other things to provide her mind a temporary shelter. What just happened?!That Cartford participant was a soccer player, wasn’t he? That person just bombed the field!What happened to him? What am I supposed to do?!They found him, but I heard that something freaky happened… This is none of my business…Did he go crazy? As long as I’m alive, I don’t have to worry about anything else!Is he just imagining that people stole his kidney…? If I do, it’d just get me killed!The Asian moved out of the way of the few to some people who actually got up to do something. Once it seemed as though she was out of harm’s immediate reach, she felt a numbing sensation in her chest. All this time her eyes were glued on the guy on the bleachers who not only took her spot (sorta), but also bombed the place. Valencia kept going in spite of her fear, partially unaware of the rationality of her judgment (like how catching the culprit would “solve” some problems). She wasn’t going to let the man get away. She didn’t know why, but she knew she had to do something. The more she ran, the more things felt farther away… Why wasn’t she running to Keisuke’s aid instead? Why did this man faintly remind her of someone else? He reminded her of how she felt before she “discovered” that she wasn’t blind. On top of that, he reminded her of her guide dog turned faithful companion. Valencia felt like several people at once. It was uncomfortable and her chest hurt more than ever, but she persisted. She also completely forgot about everything around her and did what she’d only do as a last resort… The moment she reached the apex of her speed, she launched herself at the man (Conner). She fought the air as though the different parts of her was pulling her back and willed every part of her to fly as fast and far as it could for Valencia to reach her target before landing. Who ARE you?!
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Post by Conner on Jan 6, 2008 8:04:25 GMT 1
The grenade arced downwards perfectly, Conner having the arm of an athlete if he had been guided correctly. It was placed just where he wanted it, yet it didn't explode where he wanted it to. Conner watched in sheer disbelief as one of the players, whom did not take the shape of his father, kick the ball to purposefully displace the explosive.
He wanted you to continue suffering.
"Why would you want that!?" Conner shouted, clenching his fists at his side.
They all want you to suffer.
"But...why?"
The only one you can count on is yourself. Never forget that.
Conner nodded as a grim expression slowly crept upon his face. He jumped off his bleacher seat, intent on finishing what he had started. Instead, the blonde haired girl smashed into him mid air. The pair tumbled in free fall, the few feet down to the soccer field turning into several stories. Conner fell straight upon the mangled bodies of his father, destroying them as he created yet another crater in the earth. This one didn't hold, however, and Conner would soon find himself falling once more.
The blonde girl would be near him, Conner was sure. He didn't have time to look for her, though, as he fell flat on his back onto a metal operating table in Hircine High's infirmary. He tried to get up, only to find himself strapped to the table. He looked around confused...and scared, for the first time in years. Conner quickly shifted into the small form of his adolesence, laying on the table shirtless in old tattered jeans several sizes too large. He looked up, a shadow slithering into view. As it appeared, it turned into the smiling form of a man with a sewing basket.
Dr. Gilsin was ready to operate.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 8, 2008 5:51:04 GMT 1
((OOC: I think I did enough waiting, so I figure it’s time to do some doing. As for the folks keeping me waiting, either do or don’t, please let me know first. I mean no offense in saying this, but I really do get annoyed to heck whenever people volunteer and end up as a no show.))
Odds are that when you make a triumphant leap towards your target, you wouldn’t expect said target swatting you out of the air… Via direct collision. Valencia definitely didn’t anticipate it, much less what’d happen next if she did, so the man slammed against her and sent the stuntwoman flying—As in the definition “falling with style”. What went through her head beyond the pain in her chest was simply…
At least I tried…
…Then she hit the ground some ways away. The pain was only temporary, if not completely nonexistent. Valencia rose from her position on the grass and rubbed her head before looking towards the man that air-tackled her. He didn’t seem to be moving, so she felt somewhat glad that her actions weren’t for nothing. However, what else was she supposed to do with the guy? Tie him up? And with what? There was nothing she could do that she could think of, so she just left him there for the time being for someone else to deal with him. Hell, if she’s lucky enough, he’d still be stunned long enough for Keisuke to help her figure out what to do. He seemed bright enough for his age. Valencia didn’t really care about others making her decisions at times.
She got up and hurried over to Keisuke, taking note that he was with another player who got injured. Valencia felt an aching burn in her chest at the sight and felt repelled at the idea of helping another person. If it was their problem, they should deal with it instead of having her do it for them. But instead of sticking to this, she knelt by Kei’s side and spoke to him firmly. Things have to be done and she stuck to things to the end once she starts.
“Keisuke! You need to do something! The opportunities are here, but you need to take them!”
Why do I feel a sense of familiarity by saying this?
Valencia looked up and over to the fallen man as if to point him out subtly to her friend… And also to keep watch, fearing that he may get up.
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Post by Kei on Jan 9, 2008 0:56:19 GMT 1
OOC: Aye. Sorry. No excuses.
Keisuke looked on to a specific person in the bleachers in a front of him. She was pointing frantically on the other side behind him, on the Varron bleachers. Due to circumstances, making out her lips were well beyond his abilities, but he heard the other voices of spectators yell and divulge. This person was the one who threw that... grenade. And, for better or worse, Valencia was the one who momentarily subdued him, though suffering herself. At this point in time Keisuke didn't know what to do, as he was worried about his teammates and opponents but he was worried about Valencia. How would he feel if this wannabe terrorist did something to her? Kei wouldn't be able to live with himself.
Due to his current state of shock, his judgment was severely impaired, and his reasoning was definitely not as solid as it usually is. Even in confirming some reassuring status of his brother, he was unable to discern. When counting his pulse rate, he couldn't decide whether it was steadily decreasing or increasing little by little. And therefore was now delving himself into a raging tantrum, screaming, looking for just one god damned medic... even just one person who would know what to do. Though tears were for some reason unable to come down, he grew to realize his state of mind after feeling the hoarseness of his throat. Slowly, he took deep and extensive breaths to pace himself and relax, finding himself his Varron-renown calm. And in the middle of it, the piercing voice of a young lady broke his concentration.
It was Valencia.
Her words were ideally correct. Though Kei himself didn't exactly know what to accomplish or how to accomplish it, he knew that the main goal was to subdue him. Killing him was too great a risk, but it was something he didn't mind taking. He didn't want to snap his legs, nor hits to the groin, nor rope or any other type of restraint. Just his power, a powerful kick to do it's job. Since he was young he believed he could kill someone with a kick of his, though of course he never had the nerve to try it. But, again, murder isn't his goal, just a probable means of a "mission accomplished." One-legged leg extensions of 120lbs at fourteen, 20 reps of 450lbs with untold ease at fifteen, countless consecutive reps of 295lbs at sixteen, and hellish training burned into his body for international soccer tournaments at age twelve, he believed gave him everything he needed and more. Only thing was how he was going to use it.
He stood up and began making his way to the psychopath on the ground, unconscious. This man laid on some bodies and the weight was enough to crater the turf field on which they stood upon. Slowly, it seemed that these bodies sunk under turf, until the tiny fake blades of grass formed a silhouette of the bodies. Kei, found this insignificant, and only focused on kicking this guy in the face. Retreating, he prepared for the eventual pain of full contact with a skull, but focused on getting enough power and momentum under his control. As he made his way toward this orange jump-suited male, he failed to notice that this one too was slowly sinking, and proceeded.
The second where Keisuke initiated his "kicking process" the Hircine student's body began falling through the ground completely, with the legs first, and upper body second. When he swung his leg he spun counter clockwise, raising his leg, and fell on the same leg (knee). Looking on, he was confused, and looked back toward Valencia. This gaping escape aggravated him, and yet he was losing the confidence he had for performing any sort of movement at all. Would they follow him in?
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Post by Gilsin on Jan 9, 2008 7:42:22 GMT 1
The explosion, the enemy, the men that drew his anger.
This was a new dream, an odd dream. His thoughts were rampant, barely visible images of himself fractured from him, moving in all directions. To Run away, or run towards. To aid or harass. To Recognize the pair as friends or perceive them as masks that enemies hide behind. The barely visible copies would perform all actions partially, then in the next moment instantly retreat into the main form that was Ein.
Though if you could tell it was him, it would have to be from the manner of dress, the way his voice would sound, his methods of movement. It wouldn't however, be by the faded black outline of a man's face however. It held no distinction to his own, an odd trait. Ein could never imagine his own face, even if he were to see himself out of body.
The outlines of lips would move, there would be no recognizable form to them however. Everytime a word half formed it would be as if the record skipped, and they would be half way through another. Ein's mind changing the way he conveyed his message with every moment. The main message would be spoken verbally, louder than the rest of the slightly different echoes.
"We did something, and it failed us. Sometimes it is best to let it pass by...."
"Something was done, it made us fallen. We should have not taken it..."
"We acted, in action we failed. Sometimes it is best to endure"
"To act is to fail, to fail is to endure. To not act is to endure...."
The vision of Ein would stay on the oriental for the moment, his thoughts in turmoil over the idea that something had to be done. That there was opprotunity. In reality, he would have limited his thought, knowing reaction was needed. Dreams had no such restrictions.
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Post by Conner on Jan 9, 2008 8:29:33 GMT 1
Dr. Gilsin stopped short, kneeling down in front of the young Conner as he opened his sewing basket. He took out a needle, but no thread. He stood back up, smiling a lipless smile before he jabbed the needle in his own foot. He reared his foot back, prepare to kick Conner in the face. At the last second the table collapsed, causing Dr. Gilsin to miss with his foot. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the needle from shooting out the toe of the shoes, bringing the shoelaces along as it slowly forced the screaming lips of the young boy to sew shut.
Slowly, the image of Gilsin would fade away, revealing one of the soccer players kneeling and looking down at the young Conner. Distance between the two was growing, and it was hard to tell if Conner was sinking, or if the other one was rising. It didn't matter too much though, as soon the area around Conner blackened, and the hole closed up above. Young Conner screamed a muffled scream, punching the wooden coffin.
Why, why me?
Because you let it happen. You must never let it happen.
I couldn't help it. The doctor, the soccer player, they're just getting back at what we-
What I did. You still don't have the balls. You're a coward. Its time to grow up and let everyone know you don't take ANY shit.
But my lips are sewn, how can I tell anyone anything?
WE'VE torn out stitches before...
Conner looked at his hands, no longer the size of a childs. Instead, they were how they were meant to be--with handcuffs on them. Conner grunted behind the stitches as he pulled his hands apart, snapping the chain and slamming his palms upward. The lid of the wooden grave busted upwards with the ground with, Conner standing up in the manhole on the other side of the soccer field. He looked down at the girl and her soccer playing boyfriend, bending down to grab the edge of the coffin with his right hand. He lifted it with ease to rest on his shoulder as his free left hand went to the stitches, pulling them out as he had done to Ein.
"Boys and girls..."
Conner started, his voice turning rapsy, though still enunciated fine despite the bloody, mutilated form of his lips. He paused afterwards, taking a moment to make sure the pair heard him before grinning. His torn lips caused the smile to go ear to ear, blood slowly dripping down his chin. Another moment passed, and Conner threw the coffin forward, intent on trapping the both of them inside.
"Now for for OUR retribution!"
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 10, 2008 4:21:22 GMT 1
When Keisuke chose to approach the man that air-tackled Valencia, she was relieved to see that something happened and a bit worried that she may be expected to do something. She looked to the fallen soccer player and left him there to follow her friend. She looked down at the stranger and felt a bit sorry for the fella. I mean, if you’re going to bomb a place, might as well get it right and successful-like, aye? Valencia continued upon that thought as Keisuke prepared to belt a kick into the dude’s skull. If there was a better time to think about how you could’ve done better at causing a ruckus at a soccer game, she certainly couldn’t think of one that time.
Then… The man fell through the grass before the kick could connect. Valencia would’ve been confused if wasn’t used to things like this. A calculating persona was with them the whole time and although the presence was extremely familiar, like the feeling of being watched, it didn’t quite get enough attention as it would’ve if it made an entrance. Magically appearing in a classroom is more subtle than barging in, even when you’re trying to be sneaky. Keisuke looked to Valencia and that very phrase she said earlier was thrown back into her face, amplified by the disembodied thought(s) that didn’t belong to her. Once again, she decided to rely on her impulse for answers. Right as soon as she was about to jump into the proverbial rabbit-hole, a loud sound interrupted her planned action.
“PIKA?!”
The man reappeared a fair distance away from she and Keisuke, this time with a coffin in tow. Valencia’s senses were transfixed on the changing appearance of the man, more so out of fascination instead of disgust. It was like watching road kill reanimate itself—made of three flavors of awesome. Then, she furrowed her brow in response to the man’s first comment…
Girls? As in plural? There’re other girls here? That wasn’t very nice—
And without a second thought, a coffin was thrown at Keisuke and Valencia with every intent of trapping them inside. Most would duck or jump to the side at the 30 pounds or so of wood thrown at them. Valencia on the other hand would stand her ground and glare at the implied (im)mortal prison without a shred of fear in her soul. The stain-like void in her chest didn’t stir as painfully as it did before as the world slowed down into floating freeze-frame. If anything, the stirring was a reminder that she couldn’t die, even if she was trapped inside that coffin. She moved forward with purpose in the time-frozen setting until she was behind the flying coffin. She inched her fingers onto the edges until she got a good grip, then time continued, allowing the coffin to pull her flying towards Keisuke or the bottomless hole they were examining moments ago.
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Post by Kei on Jan 12, 2008 9:52:10 GMT 1
OOC: The post confused me. I'm pretty sure I know what happened, it's just why it happened that I've been thinking about.
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~What the fuck just happened?!~
Keisuke didn't realize what had happened in front of his powerful eyes. Not only did the opposing man stand up throwing a coffin of all things at him and Valencia, she didn't turn out to be next to him. How he couldn't of seen her move not only perplexes him, but aggravates him as well. Disregarding his wisdom, his relfexes are too great and depth perception too accurate to discard in any situation involving his sight. But, by the time he snapped out of his thoughts, it was too late to jump out of the way; he was trapped inside the coffin's interior of darkness.
Reality seemed distorted in this new space. The door of the coffin itself closed very slowly and hazily, and even when he extended his arms he believed to have been unable to reach quick enough, or even at all. He was scared. Not only were his glasses no where to be seen (locker room), he didn't notice if Valencia was in there with him. Though if she were, he would've obviously felt it already as he tried to readjust his body to this new "dimension." It was a pure black space, and all-encompassing darkness was a fear of his, especially if he knew his eyes were open. The last time he "saw" something like this was two years ago, when he had a psychological melt down and succumbed to a self-induced coma; facing his fears in his unconsciousness. However, instead of his emotions guiding his heart to unknown realms of his memories, he put into place the fortitude he harbors for life. Contemplating on Valencia's welfare and the stranger's malevolence, he nearly forgot about thinking of a way to escape, seeing as he believes he can't feel the wooden sides anymore.
Floating in the empty confines of his universe that has unaccountable surprises, Keisuke did only what he knew how to do: rely on his own thoughts to provide the solutions he needs.
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Post by Gilsin on Jan 12, 2008 20:36:53 GMT 1
There would be a brief moment of vision obfuscation, the many shadowy and lucid forms of Ein projecting in his body once more. Running to help, running away to avoid it, there would even be afew forms that would rush up to Connor as if to strike them. Even though it wasn't truely within their power.
The blank and barely formed eyes would watch as Kei was swallowed up, as Valencia stood her ground and was being pushed back. The mind clicked, the shadowy figures instantly reverted back to Ein and he moved forward, starting into a run then a sprint. His single mindedness, dedication to the current thought allowed him speed. The taller body would overshadow Valencia, the large hands gripping the top of the coffin and sending it down into the ground. It would stand afterwards, much like a doorway.
"One Owed is swallowed by this, One Arrogant remains to fight further. Find the Owed, or defend his prison?"[/b]
"The Owed is hidden, The Ignorant rages. Follow the Owed or Fight the Ignorant?
"One Owed is gone, taken by the Fool, Fight the Fool. Find Repentance."
"The Owed is here, He must be found. Ignore the Aggressive, find the Owed. Find Repentance."
The whirling of voices, all variations of the first dominant voice would continue to swirl around the tall man. If Valencia stayed close, or if Connor drew near, they would hear them incessantly. A constant low din, like one might hear at a busy restaurant. The only difference would be that this chatter was far more bizarre and extreme. Voicing extreme rage at times, and the deepest apologies the next.
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Post by Conner on Jan 13, 2008 8:49:42 GMT 1
Conner blinked. He didn't remember doing so, but its what had to of happened. He remembered throwing the coffin, but the next thing he knew the girl was riding it, and another moment the doctor arrived to slam the coffin down, turning it into a door. He trapped one, sending him away. He didn't know where, but he was no longer here.
He slowly began to walk forward, coming close enough just in time to hear Gilsin's final sentence. It resounded in the air like a whisper, causing Conner to wonder if perhaps the noise was merely inside his own brain, rebounding off the walls of his skull. Soon it faded, leaving only one phrase to continue cycling his mind.
Ignore the Aggressive...
Conner clenched his teeth, the tightening of his lips causing the blood to start dripping once again. He turned to look at Valencia perched on the coffin, positioning himself so he formed a triangle between Gilsin and her. His eyes quickly went back to Gilsin, however, as his eyes flared with rage.
"I've said I won't be ignored! It's people like you that make people like me!"
Conner growled, ready to pounce the doctor. He hesitated a moment though, tilting his head up to Valencia.
"You better go through that door, it leads to the future. Your future." Conner turned his gaze back to Ein's, letting a few seconds pass by before speaking back up.
"You and me...we don't have a future."
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 13, 2008 9:37:36 GMT 1
((OOC: >=D Don’t question the why of dreams, Kei-Kei! You’re confuzzling yourself!))
Valencia was perched on the coffin, signifying a successful escape, the man was to her left, the source of the disembodied voices was to her right, and Keisuke’s in the coffin. She’s pretty confused at how things turned out, even though she felt that things would eventually come to this. That’s how she always was—leaving behind a series of planted loose ends and mines to tie up or blow away when the time was right. Right now, Valencia wasn’t sure if she planted a mine or a loose end and those voices along with the man’s statement didn’t make it any easier to figure out. Heck, she was stewing over who the “Owed”, “Ignorant”, “Arrogant”, and “Fool” were and what the man meant about her future instead of trying to free Keisuke. Then again, she probably reasoned that he’s safe as long as he didn’t get buried or thrown into the abysmal hole that eventually escaped everyone’s notice (or ceased to exist altogether).
I think I may have an idea as to who the “Owed” is, but I have no idea who the others are… Is there another person here that I’m missing? And what does he know about what future I have? Sure, I don’t know either, but seriously… Into that coffin? My future? Aren’t we all headed there? Haven’t I been there enough as is?
She got off of the coffin and tried to pay no mind to the presences around her, finding more difficulty in regards to the voices than to the man. Valencia has asked all sorts of questions throughout the course of her lifetime to turn the voices in her head into white noise, so these voices needed more effort to become accustomed. She turned to the door of the coffin and tried to think about what to do next (while being distracted by her noisy surroundings). With no room to think with so many other thoughts in her mind, she had no other choice than to act on a whim again.
“My future, hm? Well, let’s see if I can change it…”
Valencia whipped out her extendable rod and began to beat the coffin into fragmenting splinters, confident that no harm would come to Keisuke. The bits and pieces of wood hung in the air until the entire coffin was destroyed, then fell onto the grass like confetti remembering how gravity worked. Valencia turned around to the to-be combatants, whoever they were, then walked backwards as if initiating a memory from another dream… Fading the entire scenery into a chiaroscuro of blacks, grays, and whites… Then whipping her cane across from her as if making Keisuke reappear from a magic trick, spotlight and all, changing the field into a different kind of setting altogether. The Asian wasn’t concentrating on the changing universe, however.
I hope that’s Keisuke… That’d be pretty bad if I put all the good things behind me into the future, then messed up the stuff in the past no matter how obvious or apparent they are in front of me… Gawd I hate paradoxes.
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Post by Kei on Jan 16, 2008 0:38:11 GMT 1
He sought to summon strength. Power he remembered was everything there was to life, and therefore became his only solution. Not willing to try some "Kill-Bill" shit and... punch his way out of the coffin, he took advantage of the decent amount of space allotted, and therefore tried to pop it open with his legs. As he prepared his form for the task, he grew instantly uncomfortable, and kept fidgeting. Though as his feet were flat against the wood above him, a very hollow snap was heard from the outside. Stopping, he reverted to his previous state of patience and merely contemplated on what was happening.
He was getting out.
Shortly after the wooden container was being beaten into pieces, he mysteriously appeared outside, noticing the fragments of wood falling down around him. Turning around, he saw that Valencia was for the most part healthy, and was relieved. Thanking her as if this was second nature, he took a step forward to be at her side, and turned to look at the other two. With the back of Gilsin's head facing Kei, he couldn' recognize him, but the face of the other merely angered him, causing him to clench his fists tightly overtime. Before making any extraordinary idiotic actions, the identities of the party present intrigued him. Just who were they, and why were they going to fight?
"Valencia... do you know who they are?" His tone was somewhat stern, though he remained as calm as he learned to be. This patience however, he considers his weakness. Before the great chance of getting his ass blown to pieces, he wanted to know if there was anything in particular he should know about, in order to minimize any trouble he might face. Though he was unaware that his old friend and "rival" Gilsin was in front of him, he considered this dark figure as unimportant and neutral, compared to the bomber who nearly killed his brother. His involvement in this circumstance makes fighting inevitable, if even murder. This convict instigated a situation that would be dangerous for everyone besides himself, only to allow Keisuke to be the brawler that he used to be. Hopefully, he would have the right judgment to distinguish what he truly needs to accomplish than rely on broken instinct.
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Post by Gilsin on Jan 17, 2008 4:36:13 GMT 1
The eyes would stare at the man, the words sweeping through the mind and even being repeated in the din of voices that surrounded the man. His mind twisted and turned and even was about to speak for a moment, before the mass of bashing and wood splinters erupted next to him.
Again, as with all his movements, a series of shadow variations of himself projected from his body, running away, ducking, grabbing Valencia, striking at Connor. Another split second and they would retract back into him and Ein took a step back and off to the side.
"We gave our future for four short years, our life made to end...."
The many voices would speak in solidarity, in unity. A true decision reached in the many thoughts that circled and screamed into this representation of this man's body and of this man's Mind.
"We threw it away in something that might never be....."
"We wish we could have it back again...."
"We did it for another's potential..."
The fractured thoughts again, the different ideas. Anger and remorse for a decision that would soon end the man. An image would flash momentarily before their eyes. A crude calender with a date circled ominously. It would only take a moment before they would understand. It was the date of graduation.
The face would twist into a scowl, the anger focusing at Connor. The feeling more palpable than the actual visage. For the pair that wasn't it's target, perhaps a tinge of remorse would pervade.
"We continue till our end for someone like you...."
There would be the flash of the shadow form projecting at Connor then, moving straight for him. It would only be in the striking moment that they differed. The arms splitting and multipling, the legs angling themselves and at times even striking out. The thoughts debating the attack in that split second.
Ein's form would move forward, left foot sent to stomp down on his foes. His left elbow striking forwards to continue his attack, right into the tender spot, in the center of another mans body, just below the ribcage.
"To destroy someone like you...
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Post by Conner on Jan 19, 2008 1:09:32 GMT 1
(OOC: Sorry, term papers and the like.)
Conner watched in bemusement as the girl suddenly brought out a baton, simliar to one he had concealed somewhere. She proceded to smash their future to smithereens. Conner took some solace in the fact it probably killed the other one, but was quickly dissapointed when he saw him standing there a moment later. He wasn't there one moment, but the next, he simply was.
A symphony of voices rang through the air, causing Conner to look back to Gilsin. His enemy's face contorted into a scowl, speaking as a whole this time. Several shapes lashed out at Conner. He made no movements to defend himself, as Conner was sure Gilsin could never harm him. He was struck several times, bruises formering instantly. He began to bleed a few places, but it didn't hurt. Conner couldn't be hurt.
With that idea in mind, Ein's elbow slammed into his solar plexus, causing Conner to lose his wind. All of a sudden he couldn't breathe. Conner tried to gasp for air, but found himself suffocating. He fell to his rear, slowly laying down on his back. He looked up to Valencia, widening his eyes as he realized the soccer field began to melt away, becoming a swimming pool. Making matter's worse, Conner couldn't swim.
Conner wasn't just suffocating, he was drowning.
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Post by Valencia Donahue on Jan 19, 2008 17:33:36 GMT 1
“I think I know who they are, Keisuke, but identifying them is another story.”
To Valencia, Conner and the ever-omni-present Gilsin were as recognizable as remembering a familiar song—you may know the snatches of lyrics, but you might not recall the title. A blazing red flare was shot up into the starry night sky and the pool became a vast ocean of glowing blue and chlorine. Her hair whipped to her side as the divided or multiplied entity flew towards her general direction and the ground fell through as she looked down at the drowning man.
Valencia fell into the pool feet first and almost felt like she was in her element, with her ability to breathe in surroundings like these, until the chlorine in the pool was suffocating her too. It was like breathing some deadly toxin and she scrambled for the surface where she could properly breathe something more natural. Her eyes stung and she couldn’t keep them open to find out where everything was in relation to her. They might as well be in outer space if it weren’t for the water diluting the stain on her chest and spreading its inky, ominous presence like a terrible creature trying to drag everyone to their watery graves.
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