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Post by Dane on Jan 7, 2011 0:42:49 GMT -5
"Oh, fuck..." the bloodied man muttered as he dragged his leg behind him, using the wall to steady himself. Blood seeped steadily from his leg, head, stomach, and right arm. Needles to say, most of it was leaving a trail behind him, a trail that was being followed by a flying creature. The creature had long leathery wings covered in patches of what appeared to be fur. It had large red eyes and antennae along with horrible drooling mandibles and clawed hands and feet. The man on the ground wore a tight black suit with multiple silver nodes on it with small blue screens inside of them. The suit seemed to be latex or leather and would probably be considered deviant by the people on the street. Or rather, it would be if they could actually see the man. "Not s'posed to...happen." the man moaned, gripping a strange-looking gun in his left hand. It had a very thick barrel, a screen on the back, two segmented cylinders on the barrel, and two triggers. Lying on the street near him, was the upper-half of a woman dressed similarly. In her hands was a much larger version of the man's gun. It had a long barrel, a scope that came off the side, and a butt. "Not gonna kill me..." he could hear an odd ringing in his head, all too familiar to him. He was nearly at the border of the mission area. But if he turned back, the creature would kill him. Then again, death awaited him if he moved forward. Finally, the man stopped. It was time to fight. He pointed the gun up at the sky, scanning with the X-Ray readout on the back for his inhuman stalker. Finally, he heard the flapping of wings right above him. Before he could readjust his aim, he had been gripped around the waist by the creature's arms. The man, the color draining from his face, stared at his attacker. Immediately, the monster flapped its wings and was twenty feet in the air. The creature's grip tightened. "Not supposed to-!" the man was now dead. Blood began to seep from his mouth as the monster crushed his medsection. His rib bones began to splinter out of the skin and the monster let go, letting the man fall to the sidewalk with a sickening crunch. Without a second look, the monster flew away. Three Days Later... A large black sphere sat on the far end of a nice, yet severely under-furnished apartment. The wall behind it was glass, letting in the diminishing sunlight. It would be night soon and there was still so much to do. Everyone would be new. Finally, as if to simply break the silence of the room, multi-colored lasers shot out of the center of the sphere and began forming the shape of a tall black man, Morgan Barnes. He was sort of hunched over, as if being stabbed in the gut, which is, as a matter of fact, exactly what happened to him. Well, that and a three story fall, but he wouldn't remember that part. Immediately, he fell to the ground, sweating, breathing heavily, and clutching his stomach. What had just happened. He went over the events in his mind. He had been just about ready to clock out from the hospital and meet his buddy James for a beer. Then, out of nowhere, this wild-eyed junkie came in, demanding whatever they had in the back that would get him high. Not wanting trouble, Morgan obliged, but he fumbled with the keys just a little too long. The junkie yelled something unintelligible and thrust the knife at him. That was all Morgan could remember. And now he was in a room. After gathering his senses, he got up and wiped the sweat from his brow. In front of him was a strange black sphere. He knocked on it a few times, but it sounded too dense for him to try and open it. To the right was a mostly plain wall, except for two windows. To the left was a doorway leading to a straight hall. At the end was a door, presumably the entrance. Behind Morgan was another door, but it was closed. First, he tried the door behind him, but it wouldn't budge. Actually, he couldn't even touch the handle. Some...force was keeping him just millimeters away. He couldn't touch the walls either. He went into the hallway and tried the front door, too, but it was the same. After a few pointless kicks, Morgan resigned himself to fate and sat against the left wall. [You can start transporting your characters in now...]
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Post by maryse on Jan 7, 2011 11:00:03 GMT -5
Ellia was a normal cop. She couldn't shoot for shit but her heart has always been in the right place. It's because of that fact that she was now dead. A multi-color beamed placed her in a room with nothing but a black sphere. Her first reaction was to run to the nearest wall and place her back to it. Sweat pouring down her face as she looked around the room. All she saw another person who was sitting calmly on the wall. She pointed her gun at him shaking in fear and out of nervousness. "D-dd-do you know anything.....about this? How do I get out? Why am I here? Where is this? Am I dead?" Ellia's questions came to a halt when she saw a door. "So that's the way out." Ellia ran to the door and tried to leave but she couldn't get out.
She took two steps back and fired her gun at the door but it did nothing. Ellia made her way back into the room and slid down the wall and sat on the floor. "WHY?!!! Why did I have to die? I was only a cop for a year. A YEAR!!" Tears started to roll down her face as she put her head down. After a few minutes she remembered someone else was in the room. "I'm sorry sir. I had forgot all about you. It's just that I'm a police officer and I was only a cop for maybe a year and I died saving someone else. I didn't even get a promotion. Hell I didn't even get a pay increase. I still have a standard issue weapon." Ellia sighed and looked over at the man. "So is this ball like the guardian to heaven or something? I guess it decides if we get in or not. How did you end up here?"
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Post by Belexar on Jan 7, 2011 13:45:34 GMT -5
"You've got to change your evil ways, baby, before I stop loving you!" Alan started singing a piece of one of his favorite songs just out of pure satisfaction.
He walked down the street carrying his guitar case in his felt hand while deftly unpacking a coffee candy with his right hand. It was been quite a productive day so far. Apparently he has attracted some new customers to the coffee shop, which wasn't necessarily a good thing, specially if those people dragged more new people with them. If the place got too popular, then it'd stop being his coffee shop, his sanctuary from the trouble and hassle of the outside world, and he'd have to find another place to play in. Still, that didn't changed the fact that he was having a nice day.
He was able to play some of the new songs he had never played in front of an audience until that day, and they really seemed to like them. Also, he had beaten all the high scores at the Pinball of Doom, the pinball machine that had belonged to the owner's father, something that had never been done since the place was opened. And if that wasn't enough, his special Tunki coffee would arrive that same night, straight from Puno.
Things were going well. Things were going so well that Alan barely noticed the driver who lost control of his vehicle, dodged a small jeep and drifted right towards him. Alan jumped aside at the last second, avoiding being crushed by just a few inches. The car, on the other hand, was smashed against a brick wall next to Alan, becoming nothing but a pile of twisted metal and fiber glass with a person inside.
"Whew, that was close..."
It was close. In fact, it was so close that Alan couldn't get away in time before the gasoline from the destroyed car reached the still burning cigarette that some moron had thrown on the pavement. He saw the bright light, felt an unbearable heat and a burning sensation all over his body and then there was nothing. But a few seconds later, he saw a multicolored beam, which eventually revealed a small,plain room with nothing in it but a large black sphere, a man sitting against a wall and a young policewoman.
"What the fuck?" Alan exclaimed in astonishment. "Where the hell am I?"
The last thing he remembered was the the car exploding right in front of him. But then, why was he still breathing? Shouldn't he be dead? Was this the afterlife? Through the windows, he could see that they were still in New York, at least apparently. Alan started chewing on his candy nervously. So what happens now? Alan figured the best thing to do would be to talk to the policewoman. It also had something to do with the fact that he found her quite attractive.
"Excuse me, officer," he said, trying not to look to nervous. "Hi, my name is Alan and... Eh... Do you know what are we doing here?"
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Post by Жenophilius on Jan 7, 2011 16:09:45 GMT -5
Leslie Corner smiled happily at the many fans watching her and the other competitors. Being a professional Body Builder had been a dream of hers for years, and now she was experiencing it first hand. Of course the fact that she was bossed around constantly did make the dream a bit of a nightmare.
Keeping her smile and trying not to think about the bad stuff, Leslie flexed her arms and smiled at the judges, who simply looked on and wrote down notes on a piece of paper. Compared to the other body builders, Leslie was surely the tallest, of course being tall didn't always guarantee a win.
Just as Leslie was about to do another pose, a strange and ragged looking young man crawled up onto the stage. Seeing he was having trouble, Leslie completely forgot the fact that she was in a competition and walked forward to help the young man. "There you go." She picked him up with ease, but then cried out and pushed him away when she noticed he had a gun.
As the man was flying through the air he got two shots off, one hitting Leslie in the mid-section, and the other right on her heart. The bullet holes were tiny, Leslie noticed as she stumbled backwards and fell behind the large curtain that was just falling down.
Seconds later, Leslie found herself standing up straight and in a completely different room. Already she could spot a Police Woman and some man talking to each other. As much as Leslie wanted to talk to the woman and ask for help, she didn't want to interrupt someone in the middle of a conversation.
Then Leslie spotted the man in scrubs, and she instantly brightened up. Walking over to the man, she debated whether to bother him before coughing slightly. "Excuse me, but I think I was shot and-" Leslie stopped, suddenly looking down at her perfectly fine stomach and chest. "But...I was sure I was shot. Oh dear this is strange isn't it?" She said to the man in scrubs as she looked around again. "Would anyone be mad if I just left? I don't want to make someone angry."
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Post by Dane on Jan 7, 2011 16:39:00 GMT -5
"Whoa, what the fuck!?" Morgan shouted as Ellia Jameson started to transport into the room. He could see her insides as the lasers formed her and had to turn his head away and hold his hand over his mouth to stop from vomiting. Stuff like that really made him sick.
As soon as the woman formed, clearly a police officer, she drew her gun, aiming it at him and sweating, clearly under a lot of stress.
Morgan's hands immediately went up and his eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa! Don't fucking shoot!" he yelled at her, now closing his eyes and wincing.
"D-dd-do you know anything.....about this? How do I get out? Why am I here? Where is this? Am I dead?" Ellia's questions came to a halt when she saw a door. "So that's the way out." Ellia ran to the front door and tried in vain to open it. Morgan followed her, hoping she wouldn't turn the gun on him again.
Ellia took two steps back and fired her gun at the door but, aside from the deafening noise, nothing really happened. Morgan watched the flattened slug clink to the ground.
"Oh, shit..." he murmured. Just where the hell were they?
Ellia made her way back into the room and slid down against the wall, sitting on the wooden floor. "Why!? Why did I have to die? I was only a cop for a year. A year!" she moaned as tears started to roll down her face. Her head dropped and her chin rested on her chest. After a few minutes she turned her attention to Morgan, remembering that he was there. "I'm sorry sir. I had forgot all about you. It's just that I'm a police officer and I was only a cop for maybe a year and I died saving someone else. I didn't even get a promotion. Hell I didn't even get a pay increase. I still have a standard issue weapon." she sighed as she looked over at the man. "So is this ball like the guardian to heaven or something? I guess it decides if we get in or not. How did you end up here?"
"Jesus, lady, you sure talk a lot." Morgan joked, however, given the oddness of the situation and the stress he was feeling, it just came out monotone and serious-sounding. "Uh, sorry...uh, I don't think this is Heaven, I mean we're in an apartment, besides, I don't really buy into that, so...I guess I couldn't tell ya." Morgan took a breath. "As for how I got in here, I was at the end of my shift and some fuckin' junkie came in looking for a fix or whatever and stabbed me...I think."
As if to punctuate his story, the ball shot out more lasers, this time forming a young man, Alan Chambers.
"What the fuck?" Alan exclaimed in astonishment. "Where the hell am I?"
Neither one of the room's current occupants could give him an answer. Alan looked out the window. Clearly, they were still in New York City. He could see the Brooklyn Bridge from here. He eyed the two people. One a tall black nurse, the other a smaller cute cop. He chose Ellia for questioning.
"Excuse me, officer," he said, trying not to look to nervous. "Hi, my name is Alan and... Eh... Do you know what are we doing here?" he finished, hoping for some sort of response that made any sort of sense.
Another woman now transported in, Leslie Corner. She wore a bikini with a red sash around the waist and, at first Morgan wondered just who the hell would be at the beach in the winter, but, given the size of her muscles, she was probably at a female bodybuilding show or something like that. If Morgan had been drinking something, he would have immediately spit it out when he saw her face. It was one of the cutest, girliest faces he had ever seen, but it was on a body that could probably rip him apart bare-handed.
"Excuse me, but I think I was shot and-" Leslie stopped, suddenly looking down at her perfectly fine stomach and chest. "But...I was sure I was shot. Oh dear this is strange isn't it?"
"Strangest thing that's happened to me, by far." Morgan remarked, agreeing with her.
Leslie looked around again. "Would anyone be mad if I just left? I don't want to make someone angry."
"Well, the door won't budge and even bullets won't put a dent in it." Morgan looked at her and grinned. "Then again, You could probably rip the damn thing off its hinges, girl." he chuckled and stayed sat down, not sure if she would actually try it.
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Post by Жenophilius on Jan 7, 2011 16:50:28 GMT -5
Leslie laughed loudly as she patted Morgan on the back, not really holding back her strength. "Yer' so sweet. Really I'm not that strong." She honestly thought he was being serious.
Wiping away some tears from her laughter, Leslie looked at the giant black ball. "Hmm...do you think it's a medicine ball? No silly me, it's made of metal." She poked at the ball, curiosity getting the better of her.
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Post by Gemini on Jan 7, 2011 18:56:42 GMT -5
Xion walked into the boss' room. He was curious if he had been found out or if his mission was near completion. Either way, he would be having a bit of trouble if he gave himself away now. He walked into the boss' room and got onto his knee.
"Yes boss. What did you need?" Xion had his face on that made the boss think that Xion actually cared what a low-life would think. All he could think about was planting a bullet in the fat man's chest and getting done with this assignment. The boss looked down to Xion. "My Current guard was found doing some side business with the cops.. and I hear it was you who turned him in. As such, I only see fit you be the one to kill him and take his place." Xion smiled "Whatever you say, Boss" Xion went into the other room, slicing Jack's throat. He walked out, showing the bloody blade. Within twenty minutes, the room was empty except for the Boss and his new Guard, Xion. In a flash, Xion drew his gun and shot the boss in the heart with a silenced pistol, but the boss got off a shot, warning the rest of the outpost. Three people rushed into the room and disarmed him, shooting the gun out of his hands. He slid the switch-blades out of his sleeves and charged the three people, killing two by throwing two of his four switchblades, but a shot hitting him square between the eyes from the third man, right as he drew his other switchblades. So... This is death huh... Sure is quiet... Well, at least I took that fat man out before I went down, my mission's done....[/b]
Xion was in the room a second later, his last two switch blades drawn as he stood there, as if he was laying against a wall. He looked around, seeing a police woman with a handgun, a big lady that seemed like she could destroy anything in her way, and a kid with a music player. Xion looked around, seeing a few rooms and a large black ball.He retracted the switch blades into his jacket.
"What the hell! I was sure I just had a bullet in my head a second ago, you don't just wake up after something like that. So... does anyone know what we are doing here? And how I am alive? And what is this giant black ball?" He was confused, and had no intention to hide it, but he did want to focus on anything to keep him from remembering the truth. He died, there was no way around that. Xion walked to the doors and tried to open all of them, already knowing that they wouldn't open, otherwise why were these people here. He sat down in the corner behind the large black ball. He took out a deck of cards from his jacket and started to shuffle his cards, thinking and keeping himself calm as he could. All he could do in this scenario was to wait and get some answers. Other than that, he was at a loss.
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Post by Tame on Jan 8, 2011 8:05:00 GMT -5
'Another night, slips away...' Eddie sang along to the words of the song he listened to, as he always did when there was no one around. He was on his way home from the dinghy bar he worked at, and he was in a good mood. His shift was done for the night, and now he got to go home and smoke a fatty boom-batty in front of the tv. What else could anyone want from life?
He rounded a corner into a darker, smaller street, but continued to walk jauntily. He wasn't the type of person to worry much about being mugged - that was the sort of thing that happened to other people, not to him.
'Excuse me,' came a voice from behind him. Over the sound of his Ipod Eddie just about heard someone addressing him. He swivelled round to see a trampy-looking guy trying to get his attention politely. Eddie pulled out his earphones and shoved them into his coat pocket.
'Yeah, what can I do for you?' he asked the man, not rudely, but with apprehension in his voice. The man responded to Eddie stopping to shoving him with both hands, against a wall.
'Hands over your wallet, phone, Ipod, everything you got on you,' he demanded darkly. 'As if! I'm not giving up my weed!' thought Eddie.
'Fuck you,' he said out loud, glaring at the tramp. The tramp took a swing at him, but Eddie was able to dodge aside. He tried swinging for the man, but the tramp was quicker than he looked too, and jumped back. Eddie ran at him, intending to kick him, or shove him, or whatever sprung to mind when he got there, just as the tramp drew a knife.
With a dull, sickening noise, the knife entered flesh. Eddie Walker stood stunned for several moments, but was finally able to look down. He saw the knife, hilt-deep in his belly. The tramp looked shocked and horrified at what he'd done. His nerve failed him and he turned and ran.
Eddie stumbled backwards against the wall, clutching his stomach. He wrenched the knife out and dropped it to the floor. Then he slid down to the ground, and slumped against the wall. His vision dimmed, and the last thing he heard was the quiet sound of the music coming from his headphones; 'The butterflies are passive-aggressive and put their problems on the shelf, but they're beautiful...'
Then, silence.
Then, just moments later, the sound of people's voices filtered into his head. From his slumped position, Eddie looked up. He found himself in a plain apartment occupied by little more than a few people and one large black ball. More importantly, he felt fine, and any traces of his stab wound were gone. Did he dream the whole thing? Was he dreaming now? He had no idea anymore. Eyeing the people quickly, he saw that they were all probably in their early- to mid-twenties. None of them looked untrustworthy, although the built woman in the bikini looked like she could snap his neck if she tried. Maybe one of them knew what was going on. Then he realised that one of them, the cute girl, was a goddamn cop. And there was he, sitting with a bag of weed in his pocket.
Realising that right now that was probably the least of his problems, Eddie got to his feet to talk to them. 'Hey, anyone know just what the hell is going on here?' He looked from one to the other of them, looking them all in the eye, a blank expression on his face.
(OOC: Sorry if this is a bit long; I decided what to write and didn't think it would end up being this length.)
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Post by Dane on Jan 12, 2011 0:09:06 GMT -5
"Yer' so sweet. Really I'm not that strong." Leslie laughed as she smacked Morgan on the back, almost knocking him to the floor. She now turned her attention to the ball in the room. "Hmm...do you think it's a medicine ball? No silly me, it's made of metal." She poked at the sphere curiously.
"I dunno what the hell it is, to be honest." Morgan told her. "It's probably got somethin' to do with whatever's goin' on, though." Morgan now looked over at the cop and Alan. He was asking her about their situation, but she didn't seem to be responding. "Hey, man." Morgan called over to him. "Lady's probably got some shit on her mind. Truth is, none of us know what's goin' on. If this ain't some sort'a afterlife or whatever, we're gonna have to wait an' see what happens, y'know?"
Xion Veloren, better known as 'Gemini' now appeared in the room. He had two switchblades drawn, but, after quickly assessing the situation, withdrew them.
"What the hell! I was sure I just had a bullet in my head a second ago, you don't just wake up after something like that. So... does anyone know what we are doing here? And how I am alive? And what is this giant black ball?" Gemini inquired quite quickly, barely stopping for breath.
"You gotta slow down, man." Morgan told him, putting his hand up in a calming motion. "You said you got shot? Damn, man, that's gotta be rough. None of us know where the hell we are, though. Nor what that ball is."
Gemini walked around now, trying the doors, but not opening a single one of them. Seeing no other way out, he sat in a corner and shuffled a deck of cards that he had in his jacket. A way of calming himself down and organizing his thoughts.
Next in the room was Lara Rogers, looking quite shocked. She looked pretty strung out and scared.
"The fuck is this shit!?" she screamed in a shrill voice, pushing herself against the back wall, opposite the sphere. However, since nobody really made a move toward her, she calmed down a little bit, blinking and looking around. "W-what's going on?" she asked in a much more pleasant voice. "Am I dead?" she asked simply.
Morgan, tired of trying to explain something he didn't understand simply shrugged. "Couldn't tell ya. Can't touch the walls, doors won't open, and I dunno what the fuck that ball is." he explained.
"Well, shit..." Lara murmured, running her hands under her nose and looking at them.
Almost immediately, another person came to the room, Eddie Walker. He did the same routine as everyone else, almost making Morgan laugh at how well-acted it all seemed. As if everyone here was an actor trying to fuck with him. He figured he probably did the same stuff when he appeared, but had nobody else in the room at the time to tell him.
Eddie grew quite nervous when he realized one of the occupants was a cop and he was there with a bag of weed.
"Hey, anyone know just what the hell is going on here?"
"Nah." Morgan said simply.
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Post by kramarr on Jan 12, 2011 2:12:12 GMT -5
A referee waves his hand in the air.
"Touch gloves!"he yells, backing away from two fighters. Shay looks at his opponent, Jeffery Ward. He connects his gloves with his and pushes him back a step or two.
Ward grunts and his eyes widen. The bells rings and Shay charges at Ward with all his strength. He takes down Ward and starts to hit him with heavy blows.
After a few minutes of abuse, Ward gets out from under Shay. Shay lives up to his reputation as "The Raging Bull" when he charges once again, without hesitation. Ward anticipates his actions and waits for Shay's head to get low for the takedown. He hits Shay with a hard knee to the face and watches him drop to the floor, practically unconscious. Before the referee can call the match, Ward distributes one last heavy blow. Blood splatters into the crowd and the referee grasps his arms around Ward.
Shay opens his eyes.
He sees a group of strange people clustered around him. He examines the bland room and the people in it, looking down at his hands. His gloves were still on and he was still sweating. He ran his fingers across his face and saw no trace of blood.
For a second he thought he might have been at some crazy after party. Yeah... he blacked out and this was all a big joke. Probably just people fucking with him since he lost his match. That lady cop must be a stripper and the woman with the muscles... what a gag. But then why wasn't there one person in the this room he recognized? This couldn't be a sick joke.
He cringes and cracks his knuckles. He backs up into a wall, looking paranoid. Right then he notices the black ball. He breathes heavily through his nostrils. He watches as certain individuals attempt to escape the room and fail.
The only thought running through Shay's head now is that him and these people are trapped... and he doesn't trust any of them.
He grunts one last time before elbowing the wall in back of him with all his might.
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Post by βeηrγ on Jan 12, 2011 11:36:39 GMT -5
Another laser shot, this time forming the figure of a young man, wearing a black jacket with a tie and a white shirt underneath. The man's eyes were closed, and he had a scared expression in his eyes, his hands lying forward as if he was trying to push or prevent something. Brett opened his eyes, he was not in the bank anymore, he was in a room, and there was a black ball in the middle and people all around him, one of them seemed like a professional bodybuilder and it caught his eyes more than the others because he had never seen one live, plus it was a female.
He could see that he was still in New York because there was a window in the room. But then what had happened? The last thing he remembered was being shot. Yeah... shot. Now that he was remembering Brett felt rage pass through his body. That trash. That human trash. That's why he hated most of the population. They are weak and they need to rob and kill other people to survive. Other people who, like Brett have worked hard to earn what they have. What right did that trash have to take it all away, even his life?
But then again was he dead? Brett didn't believe in heaven or hell and this place certainly didn't look like either. There were other people there and from what Brett could see they were all clueless like him. He calmed himself before he finally spoke:
"I am Brett Harving and as crazy as this may sound i was shot just a minute ago, and now i am in this room." He paused for a moment and then looked at the others. They didn't look like he had said something crazy, none of them was going "what the hell man" so maybe they were expecting that. Maybe even these guys had the same experience as he had.
"Anyone knows what is going on?" He finished as he took out his cellphone, but there was no signal. Even though they were in New York.
"Even the phone has no signal." He said, as his eyes diverted by the black ball. That thing had to be the key, it was impossible that it belonged to any of the humans there, it was not something Brett had ever seen.
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Post by Жenophilius on Jan 12, 2011 16:05:29 GMT -5
Leslie watched as more and more people started to arrive via the flashing light beam. The tall and muscular girl sighed as she sat down beside Morgan again. She was just a simple girl from a farm, she didn't know what was going on with all the crazy stuff. It was starting to get her very worried.
Sighing, Leslie decided that maybe taking a short nap would help her relax, and she did have the nice Morgan to watch out for her. Yawning, Leslie laid down on her side, placing her muscular hands underneath her head, and then started to snooze off into dream land.
She snored loud enough to puncture a Rhinos hide.
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Post by maryse on Jan 13, 2011 10:58:07 GMT -5
Ellia laughed at the man's comment as it cheered her up a little. Before she could say another word she noticed the same multicolored beam sending in someone else. This one was a man. He asked her about the situation. "Sorry I'm just as lost as you are. I thought it was the gateway to Heaven or something." Ellia thought that this apartment couldn't be heaven but then again it could be purgatory or even hell. Her friends and co-workers always joked about how hell could be you stuck in an apartment with with no where to go. Elli quickly got that thought out of her head. Just as quickly someone else entered the room. "What the hell is going on here?" This one she noticed. It was Leslie Corner.
"Holy shit it's Leslie Corner! She's my idol." Ellia looked up To Leslie as she was her idol not only because she was a woman but because she was a woman who could do anything a man could do. Ellia wanted to say something to her but she noticed that she was about to lye down so Eliia figures she would wait. Slowly she got up and looked out the window and saw the Brooklyn Bridge. "Does this mean we're in the one of the five boroughs? I heard alto about these places but I never been. Oh well guess there's nothing left to do but wait it out." Eliia sat in the cornor near the window and waited to see what would happen.
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Post by Belexar on Jan 13, 2011 23:55:44 GMT -5
After ambiguously answering him, the policewoman walked to the corner and sat down. This was too much for him. This was so surreal. This couldn't be happening. He, couldn't take it, especially when he realized how small the room was, how many people were in there, and how they couldn't get out. For some reason, the doors were closed. Who would do that? Who put them there? Alan put hi hands on his head, as if it was going to explode if he took his hands off. He was going to break down any moment if he didn't do anything about it. He needed her. Begging his legs not to fail him this time, he walked onto his guitar case and opened the metal locks. Slowly, he opened the wooden case, revealing a beautiful white Gibson Flying V. His hands caressed the strings for a moment, then gripped the neck firmly and took the guitar out. He walked backwards and let himself slide down the wall, ending up sitting just a couple of feet away from the officer. Putting his instrument against his chest, he took out a pick from under his wristwatch and put his fingers on the strings. It would sound much better with an amplifier, but right now this had to do. After a brief moment of doubt, the first five notes came out a bit slower than he intended, followed by three more notes in a short cascade. After he repeated the sequence one more time, his muscles started relaxing and the thick cloud of panic in his mind started fading away. And so, he kept on playing. OOC: He's playing Europa
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Post by Tame on Jan 14, 2011 16:08:02 GMT -5
After Eddie had asked what was going on, a tall black with a beard wearing green scrubs answered him almost immediately in the negative. Either these people were fucking with him, or they were in the same position that he was.
Out of the cornr of his eye he noticed the Brooklyn Bridge from outside the window. That was impossible - he was on the other side of town! Then again, going from dead in an alley to alive and kicking somewhere different was no less impossible. He checked his watch; only a couple of minutes had passed since he had entered that fateful alleyway. Then how had he got here so quickly?
Suddenly something happened that arrested Eddie's attention - a red laser shot out from the black ball towards the back of the room. The body of a man slowly appeared, as if it were being copied in. Much to his chagrin, Eddie could see the inside of the man's body as he materialised. The sight made him slightly disgusted, which meant that the fact that the man who appeared was only wearing only shorts and boxing gloves was only a secondary concern.
As this disgruntled man backed into the corner, Eddie only hoped that he didn't start taking out his anger on anyone but that wall.
A moment later, another man appeared via the same method. This time it was a guy who looked like Neo. ' Maybe we've been released from the Matrix,' Eddie thought to himself wryly. The newcomer introduced himself as Brett Harving, and claimed to have just been shot. So this guy and, it was fair to presume, the rest of the people in this increasingly-crowded room, had also just died.
'Anyone knows what is going on?' Brett asked.
'Fuck knows,' Eddie replied as he headed past him towards the door. 'But I just died too, I think.' When he got to the door he tried opening it, but found that his hand couldn't even touch it. It was like some invisible barrier stopped him. He turned back to the rest of the occupants. 'We're locked in,' he said with a look of alarm on his face.
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