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Post by doctorfeelgood on Nov 17, 2010 23:49:22 GMT -5
Victor stood there, in shock. Ready for an attack, he was surprised to see that they had just left. He wondered if it had to do with the fact he was still indoors. "Such speed..." he thought. He looked around to see everyone recovering from the attack. He walked turned around and leaned on a wall to overhear what everyone was saying about the situation.
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Post by Belexar on Nov 18, 2010 22:43:40 GMT -5
OOC: Two words: Jonathan Coulton
Daniel got on his feet and jumped up and down a couple of times, shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind. His brains sometimes took some time to respond to unusual situations; mostly because of a particularity Daniel presented yet had no knowledge of. The recent head trauma had helped the said particularity’s development, and so only after a minute he could start thinking straight again. Considering that he was caught in an explosion for the second time in the same day, he was feeling quite well. The human mind has strange ways to protect itself from traumatic situations, and Daniel’s defenses were a bit more developed than the usual. He listened to Jillian talking and he considered his options.
Perhaps they should go to the hospital first, as it was just a matter of time until someone realized that her body was missing. Though as that same morning an explosion had taken out a whole restaurant, there might be enough wounded in there to keep the attention away from the morgue. Besides, hospital’s work all twenty four hours a day, so they could just pop into the hospital in the middle of the night and destroy the archives. Now, the other option was looking for Nick, who apparently knew a bit more about what was happening than them. Yet, they could always track him down with the controllers, the same way he had found Jillian. Besides, he was tired and hungry as hell. Last time he tried to eat something he had died. Jillian herself looked pretty worn out, her nerves were probably a mess right now, and she really needed to relax for a while.
“Well, we’re not really in a hurry now, are we?” Daniel replied to the young lady. “I mean, we can find nick anytime we want; and those guys left us here, so probably they’ve given up on us for now. I think we deserve some time for ourselves,” the man smiled at Jillian suggestively. “Say, how about we go eat out somewhere? Though you’re right, we might want to pass by the hospital for a couple of minutes. I’m sure it won’t take too long.”
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Nov 19, 2010 2:04:34 GMT -5
Nick collapsed on his bed in his apartment. The blinds still drawn, blocking out the starlight, he debated opening them. The house seemed barren and lifeless. Matt was gone. No more tomfoolery with psychic powers, no smell of crappy burned cooking. His bro was gone. That meant the last remnant of the Walker family besides him was gone.
He felt like breaking down. This was just too much for him. The fact that he still had to fight for gantz was bad enough, but having pissed off vampires after him, a team of hyper noobs, and no bro made things worse. Pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment, stripping off the suit and changing into regular clothing, and plopping himself on the couch, he ate some chips as he watched some mindless television, hoping to lighten the mood and relieve some stress...
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Post by DawgX on Nov 19, 2010 9:29:22 GMT -5
Nick.
Dexter needed to get down to this mystery between him and Nick. The vet still had holes in his memory but he did vaguely remember a younger Nick somewhere in there but where?? Where!?
Dexter threw the covers off his 6 foot tall, toned frame. He slept fine that night but it was morning and apparently he had been fired from his menial job. "Who gives a fuck. I got enough dough to last me a while anyways," he commented. With that he went to his bathroom and took one of the longest showers of his life. He got dressed, of course with his suit underneath his clothes. He pulled over a green Arizona t-shirt, dark colored and slim fitted jeans, and lastly he snapped on his Gantz boots to his suit.
Dexter stood up and looked at his mirror. For a split second he could see Leila standing beside him smiling. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He could almost...almost smell her shampoo scented hair. He breathed out noisily. "Atleast your safe.." he muttered.
Dexter left his apartment then. He had stuffed his H-Gun in a black bag and slung it over his shoulder. While walking down the sidewalk toward Nicks' house he dialed the Vampires number. If Nick picked up, Dex would say: "Im on my way to your home. Meet me outside, we need to talk about the past and the now."
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Post by maryse on Nov 19, 2010 9:44:15 GMT -5
OOC: Two More Jimmy Paige
Jillian thought about what Daniel said as she put her hand on her chin. "OK we could go out to eat. I don't see the harm in that. While we're out can you teach me to better understand these weapons? I know your new to this but you seem so natural at it." Jillian eyes went from Daniel to the window then back at Daniel. "Did you ever think that something so crazy could happen here in Hawaii? It's insane. I came here for a concert and I ended up watching you guys take down a giant lobster." Jillian sighed starting to realize how worthless she was to the team.
While the others were kicking ass Jillian was watching from afar. Her head went down and her so did her eyes. "I'm a rock star that can't fight. How ass-backwards is that? Anyway I don't mean to get you down or anything. It just hit me all at once about how useless I was on when you guys were killing." Jillian perked up and smiled at Daniel. "Enough of that let's go out to eat. I could use some junk food. Being on the road you get use to eating Hot Pockets and Cheetos with a random energy drink." Jillian could actually use some real food but she didn't want Daniel to spend alot of money. She had some money of her own but she left it at the hotel.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Nov 19, 2010 12:12:46 GMT -5
(The Next Day)
Nick awoke to the phone call as he fell off the couch he was sleeping on. TV still on an glowing, besides that the room was dark, for the plain room's curtains were all shut tight. His house had about 3 phones in rooms, and it was loud as hell when the all rang at once. Groggy and bleary eyed, he lumbered over to the phone, footsteps loud and solid. When he picked up the phone, he heard Dexter. Rubbing his face, he responded with a quick, "I'll open the door for you. Just use you controller map." Before dully hanging up and moving toward the bathroom to do his morning business and wash his face.
After that, he put two pieces of bread in the toaster and unlocked to the two bolts and the key lock from the door, each with its own loud click. The smell of toast entered the room.
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Post by DawgX on Nov 19, 2010 12:19:17 GMT -5
Dexter shoved his cell phone in his pocket after the brief convo. He walked about 4 more blocks until he made it to Nicks' apartment complex. Dex rushed up the steps and to Nicks' door. He grabbed the knob and opened the door.
Toast. Dexters' stomach growled. The black Hawaiian laid the H-Gun on the couch then walked into the kitchen, buttered the toast and ate.
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Post by Belexar on Nov 19, 2010 21:11:59 GMT -5
OOC: Scream for me, Gantz Players! Scream for me, Gantz Players!!! THE IRON MAIDEN!!!Daniel carefully listened to what the girl had to say. She was really affected but all that happened this day. Daniel couldn’t tell why he wasn’t having such trouble, perhaps because of all the gore he had saw in hours and hour of movies. It really wasn’t because of that, but he didn’t need to know the real reason for now. The thing is that Jillian needed more than some cheap junk food and breaking into a hospital, no matter how much fun that last thing would be. “Don’t you think you’re being a little bit harsh of yourself?” Daniel tried to give her some comfort, trying not to perform what is commonly called an Epic Fail. “I mean, just being a rock star doesn’t means you have to be thought! I mean, I spent hours a day in the shooting range to be able to shoot like that! Also, the ones who did most of the killing were that vampire Nick and the guy with the BFG!” Daniel walked closer to Jillian and put his hands on her shoulders, looking directly into her big brown eyes. He realized that he had unconsciously been aiming for that cliché comforting male hero effect, but he decided to go through with it anyways. “Look, we’re both humans. I’m just as freaked out by this as you,” he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what Jillian needed to hear right now. “Now, after we stop by the hospital, I’m going to get you some nice dinner. Real food, nothing of that junk people gets their arteries cogged with. And tomorrow, if you’re in the mood, I’m going to take you to my personal shooting range and teach you the basics,” Daniel smiled again to add a more soothing intent to his words. “Is that okay for you?”
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Post by doctorfeelgood on Nov 20, 2010 1:20:38 GMT -5
Victor awoke to find himself in the parks, sleeping as a vagrant. He smudged his eyes to see it was already getting brighter. Cracking his neck, he walked past the crowds of homeless to find a small convenience store.
The events of last night hadn't shocked him until those men with uzis showed up. Before those men, he felt powerful, and slightly grateful for the new change in his increasingly redundant life. But after that, he was afraid. He felt weak, and the only thing he could think of was getting stronger.
He picked up a small phone and a map, so he could find his house, as he wasn't used to being in the city. Looking at his palm, he saw he still had the suit. He flexed his hand and felt strange liquid pulse through. He didn't know what it was, but he was damn grateful for it.
"Thanks" he mumbled, slapping the money on the counter.
"HEY! You're short by a half!" the cashier said, but as he looked out the door, Victor was already gone.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Nov 20, 2010 2:05:49 GMT -5
Stumbling out of the bathroom, Nick was greeted by Dexter with the site of him eating HIS toast. Taking the remaining one, from the toaster, before slapping two more slices of bread back in and turning the coffee on. Cracking his neck and apprehensively looking at Dex, Nick waited a moment before asking "So what did you want to ask me, eh?" while looking at the large bag resting on his bed from last night.
With that note, he muted the tv and the room filled with somber silence before the coffee began to percolate.
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Post by mayu808 on Nov 20, 2010 4:28:21 GMT -5
Masaro woke up to the light shining in from his window. He lived in a regular, somewhat suburbian house in a neighborhood filled with elderly and little kids. Masaro got up from the bed, yawned, stretched, and went to take a shower. He felt like he needed a shower after being knocked to the ground so many times. There was probably some dirt or something in his hair, but he just felt like taking a shower. After the shower masaro put on a black Disturbed t-shirt, long black jeans, and a black slipknot jacket over his suit. He then went out to his kitchen, pulled two hot pockets from his freezer, microwaved them, and scarfed them down. Then he sat on his couch and watched some mindless show on tv. "Not like anyone calls me or asks to go out or anything," masaro said to himself. " Might as well just stay home and watch tv. Nothing new there."
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Post by DawgX on Nov 20, 2010 16:55:34 GMT -5
"Nick. I want you to tell me the full story of how we met in the past. What the hell was I doing?" Dexter asked.
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Nov 21, 2010 0:46:47 GMT -5
Nick gave Dexter a look of surprisedness and annoyance. With one half awake eyebrow raised, he commented, "The whole thing. Really? The whole fucking shebang...." But he saw that Dexter wasn't kidding. Taking his piece of toast and some OJ from the fridge, he took a few bites before he started. Who said story tellers had to be hungry for them to weave a wonderful tale?
"Well then. Lets see. Back in high school. Around the time, i guess. I got into a fight with an asshole. I won. I come back home to find my parents dead, and i get bit. No, not by some radioactive spider, mind you, a fucking vampire. The guy i beat up was a fricking vampire. How is that even possible. Anyway, before he shows up, you come out of nowhere, used some form of bladed weapon and did the deed. I saw you by using those glasses they carry. I don't know why i put those glasses on... Here."
Nick interrupted his dry speech of past recollections by going to a desk, and chucking the vamp glasses at Dexter. Hopefully this was enough to jog his memory.
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Post by maryse on Nov 22, 2010 14:52:24 GMT -5
OOC: White Snake!!!!IC: Daniels words made Jillian feel better. Now she wasn't so down on herself anymore. It felt nice to have someone other than her band mates to care about her. She didn't know what Daniel end gain was or if it was good or bad. Could someone really be this nice to her and not want something sexual in return? Either way Jillian would stay on her guard. "Your offer is interesting. I do need to learn how to shoot in case we ever go back to.......hell." Jillian didn't know the proper term for where they were so all she could think to call was hell. "Um real food." Jillian was so happy to hear those words. It had been months since she last had some real food. She could see it now. Crab legs, shrimp, oysters, rice (fried, steamed, yellow), turkey all of this only made her want to hurry up and get there faster. Jillian thought about what Daniel said. "What?! A vampire? You mean like in Twilight? They don't exist? Do they? And if so how the hell did he become one? Is it more of them out there?" Just as Jillian finished asking her questions she remembered the last words the man with the oozie said before he left. " Your a gantzer it's either you kill me or I kill you." Jillian eyes widened. " Those guys who were shooting at us. They were vampires! Oh shit!! This is not good!! I seen what vampires can do." Jillian was scared and confused. Now she knew that she had to rely on Daniel at least until she could take care of herself. "OK Dan let's go out to eat first."
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Post by doctorfeelgood on Nov 23, 2010 2:41:06 GMT -5
Victor looked behind him, as the shadows against the wall of the fire escape played with his eyes. It was obvious; someone was following him. He dialed the controller from the palm of his hand, sweat beading down the length of his forehead, and fizzed out of normal view. This all reminded him of his father's drunken furies, forcing Victor into the woods for days at a time, crazy from intoxication. But it didn't stop there. His father would hunt for him, and Victor learned the hard way how to evade people.
He slid down a chute, down the from the top of the building, and landed safely at the bottom, thanks to the effects of the Gantz suit. He dropped a receipt from the gas station to mislead the stalker, and dived into a frenzy of traffic. "Too easy," he thought. On the other side of the street, far far away, he opened his controller again and headed towards the closest of the available gantz players.
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