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Post by DawgX on Sept 6, 2012 16:58:42 GMT -5
Daily Live in Osaka part 10 will continue here.
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Post by Amphyess on Sept 10, 2012 10:27:05 GMT -5
Tsukasa just sat at the counter of the restaurant. The old lady had been gone only a day and he barley had any customers he was also getting pissed that no one from the room had showed up either. If it weren't for the suit and gun in his room he would think it was a dream.
Tsukasa also had been thinking about Kaneda and what he should do about him. At first he wanted nothing more than revenge but after seeing all those people die in the cruelest way imaginable he didn't know anymore the though of killing anyone put him in pain.Dam i wished I had someone to talk to thought tsukasa as he wiped the counter top for the seventeenth time.
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Post by ashleysherrinjones on Sept 10, 2012 14:10:54 GMT -5
Ash laid in bed spooning Ben, he didn't want to let him go. After everything that happened he just didn't want Ben to leave him.
He called in sick at work, told them he had the flew. He told Ben about his brother trying to kill him and that's what making him react this way, but that was only half of it. Ash didn't dare say anything to Ben for fear of his life and his own, as well as he would probably be committed.
Ash couldn't get the images of all the deaths from his head, the one that stuck in there the most was the girl he tried to save. Watching he become deformed and melting, he couldn't do anything to save her, he couldn't do anything to save any of them.
He remembered his shock when his limb appeared back in the room when there was a burning stump moments before.
Ash started sobbing in to the bed sheets again, and Ben cuddled up next to him and help him tight. Slowly Ash was able to enter a nightmare filled sleep.
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Post by UlrichAcheronNacht on Sept 10, 2012 15:34:30 GMT -5
Jean fiddled with a pen he was holding, wiggling it back and forth while idly whistling. He was bored and all the damned paperwork they'd given him wasn't really helping. He flicked the pen out of his hand, watching with satisfaction as it plunged into the wall, tip-first. He grinned, "Doubt I'll be losing my touch anytime soon."
He stood up from the desk and walked over to the empty wall and ripped the pen free. He looked around, the room was completely blank. Like the kitchen and living room. He tossed the writing utensil onto the desk and walked into the kitchen. He decided to open the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Grey Goose. Importing it wasn't hard, considering his connections... He picked up the waiting glass beside the fridge, the wine glass.
Jean walked into the living room and placed both on the table. He opened the vodka last night, but decided to just go to bed. He was free for the next few days and wanted a nice night's sleep for the paperwork. But, drinking in the afternoon was never a problem. The translator poured the glass full and quickly drank it down, then poured a second one. The pattern continued for a few minutes, sipping each glass afterwards while watching an American film, "Pulp Fiction."
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Post by selloutboy on Sept 10, 2012 21:39:08 GMT -5
Retamoto Chie sat wrapped in blankets and sipped her hot chocolate. Her mother and father were upstairs, thanking whatever divine force they believed in for their daughter's safe return. The police detective sat across from her, looking concerned.
"I know you've been through a lot, and it must be very frustrating to hear this again, but would you mind please repeating your story one more time? There's been a bit of a miscommunication at the precinct. I've just joined the case, and I always like to hear the story from the primary source, anyway."
Chie took a long sip of her drink. She'd felt cold ever since she first woke up in that psycho's basement, disoriented by the drugs he'd forced into her. She shrugged, then nodded.
"Sato Daisuke was my literate teacher at school. He came up to me in the alley. I was walking home from working late on the school newspaper, you see. He came up to me saying I forgot something at school. I turned around, not expecting anything...you know, bad to happen. We might have exchanged pleasantries, I don't remember. Next thing I knew he stuck me in the arm with a needle. I was in and out of consciousness, but at some point I was lucid enough to remember a boy or a young man showing up. His hair was brown. I think he had on a gray shirt. I couldn't make out many details. Mr. Sato attacked him...like, tried to strangle him, you know?"
Her voice remained calm the whole time she spoke, but her eyes betrayed her feelings. She couldn't entirely shake the terror of her experiences. The detective nodded knowingly, which made her feel a little better.
"I woke up in a sort of jail cell, in a basement. There were all kinds of things across the room from me: a toolbox, food and bottled water, a set of keys. Mr. Sato came down the stairs. When he saw that I was awake, he said I belonged to him now. If I didn't want him to kill me, I had to behave. He said he liked it when he sees girls with what they need just out of reach. He was right. All that stuff I just mentioned was inches away from where I could grab it through the bars."
She finished her hot chocolate as the detective scribbled notes. She shivered.
"He said we'd have all kinds of fun when he came home from work. He also said I was his first girlfriend in a long time. I really hate to think about that and all the other things he said. I can't remember much of it now, anyway, but I told the other detective I'd call if I remembered more details. Actually, I do remember that he said he killed that poor boy in the alley. I feel so bad for him. You still haven't found the body?"
"Not that I've heard. Please go on."
"Um...he turned out the overhead lights and left for work or whatever. There was a sort of nightlight, so I could just barely see. I don't know how long it was until the next thing that happened, but someone else came downstairs. He said he knew what happened and he was there to free me. I was scared it was just some sick game, but he really did help me out. He told me to close my eyes. I did, and when he told me to open them again he had somehow cut away a lot of the bars so I could get out. He was wearing a ski mask and it was dark, so I don't know who he is or what he cut the bars with."
"What about his voice?"
"It was soft, kind. But urgent. Just a normal, young guy's voice. A little high-pitch, maybe, but not much. I might recognize it if I heard him again, but otherwise...I don't know."
"Any other physical description?"
"Not really. It was so dark. I think he had kind of a slim build. Maybe a bit short, height-wise."
She smiled.
"I wish I knew who he was. He saved my life."
"What happened next?"
"He told me to leave. He said what neighborhood we were in and gave me money for a cab. He said he had to make sure Mr. Sato didn't hurt anyone else. I asked if I should call the police. He said to wait until eight o'clock that evening. I wasn't hurt, so I didn't figure I needed to go to the hospital or anything like that. In hindsight I probably should have, since I was drugged."
"You called the station exactly at eight, right?"
"Yes. My parents were out of town until 8:30 or else they would have made me call. I know I should have called right away, but my mind was all shook up, and since he saved me, I guess I felt I owed him or something. You're sure I'm not in any trouble?"
"None at all."
"Thank you." She pulled the blanket tighter around her thin frame. "I think he watched from an upstairs window as I got in the cab he had me call. Probably wanted to make sure I got off the street safely. I went right home. You know the rest."
Earlier
Kyle went over the checklist in his head again: Confession emailed to the school from Mr. Sato's computer, drugs and torture implements left out in the open, etc. etc.
It should be a pretty open-and-shut case.
Kyle had gotten Sato to confess the location of his private journal, which revealed that Kyle was only his second murder victim, and the girl he'd drugged in the alley was meant to be the third. Mr. Sato was a budding serial killer and kidnapper, not yet full-fledged. The first girl was killed accidentally; Sato's dream was to keep them in his basement for a while before finishing them off.
After Kyle was sure there was no physical evidence of his involvement in the whole affair (or at least, that whoever broke into the house and freed the girl couldn't be identified from the evidence), he went back into the basement. Mr. Sato was still all tied up from the y-gun.
"Sato-san, I'm sad to say I think we're about done here. That girl should be calling the cops soon, if she hasn't already. Too bad you've got a measily two kills and one kidnapping under your belt. Not a great score. Hell, I've got a higher kill-count, and I'm not even a twisted fuck like you."
"How are you still alive?" he screamed. His veins popped out on his bright-red forehead. He looked like he would either cry or have an aneurysm.
"Can't tell you. I tried to earlier, and my ears started ringing. I think my new boss wants to keep things hush-hush. I'll do you a favor, though. I'll give you the same chance to live that you gave me. Or something like it, anyway. Here's what's going to happen,"
Kyle grabbed Mr. Sato's chin in his iron grip and forced him to look right into his eyes.
"I'm going to break your neck. Then I'm going to send you somewhere. If you get sent soon enough, and if you end up somewhere safe, then maybe you'll survive. Then again, maybe not. I don't actually know where you're going, but it's not where I got sent to when you killed me."
Mr. Sato squealed in fear through clenched teeth. Keeping a grip on his neck, Kyle circled behind him.
"Come on, man. Have some dignity. At least the cops will never find you. I feel bad about that. I'm sure they'll go on a useless manhunt looking for you, and the parents of your victims will never have the closure they deserve. But if I let you live, there'd be questions that could come back to me, and that would just suck. Maybe I'll forge a nice, tasteful suicide note for you a few days from now. For now, everyone will just have to live with your confession."
Mr. Sato sobbed uncontrollably.
"This is the way it ends, Mr. Sato. Not with a bang, but a whimper."
Kyle broke his neck effortlessly. It was amazing how simple it was with the strength of the suit. He watched in fascination as the teacher's head rolled lazily on his neck. Kyle waited five seconds, then pulled the trigger on the y-gun to teleport Mr. Sato. He watched the man's organs unwind on colorful strings into the ceiling, then turned invisible and ran away from the house.
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Post by Tame on Sept 12, 2012 11:30:34 GMT -5
'Boxing's been good... to me,' sang a young man under his breath in English. It was the song he had been listening to on his way to work and it was stuck in his head. He had no problem with that. He whistled the piano solo (badly) as he carried a crate of beer from the cellar of the bar where he worked though to the front. Putting the crate on the floor, he opened a fridge and began to refill it.
'I am boooored as fuck,' Eddie thought, glancing up at the clock. There was still plenty of time before his shift ended. Damn.
'Hey how about some service?' a voice behind him said in Japanese. The young man stood up and swung round in one swift movement to face the customer that had addressed him oh so courteously. It was an unshaven, unwashed old geezer who looked at the barman like he looked at everything - like it was someone else's fault that he was unshaven, unwashed and drinking alone.
'What can I get you?' the barman asked, trying to sound cheerful and welcoming, and failing. His eyes, too, displayed none of the warmth that everyone who works in a bar is told by their manager to display.
'Whisky,' snorted the man.
'Sure,' the young man said, sweeping his thick dark hair from out of his face and turning to pour the man a drink.
'Make it a double.'
'Naturally,' Eddie said with a wry, knowing smile.
'You're a gaijin, ain't ya?' said the man.
'Sure am,' said Eddie, unoffended at the question.
'Should go back t'America or wherever ya come from,' said the customer as Eddie handed him his drink.
'Britain, actually,' replied the Englishman, looking slightly more offended as he took the customer's money and handed him his change.
'Hey, Eddie-san, you coming out tonight?' a female voice asked him. He glanced over at Eri, his co-worker, whose work ethic was as bad as his.
'Nah,' he said unenthusiastically.
'Aw, but you never come out after work!'
'Who wants to do anything after work but go home and smoke a bifta?' thought Eddie.
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Post by DawgX on Sept 12, 2012 13:25:50 GMT -5
"Jesus..." Ichirou muttered to himself as he stood over his bathroom sink. He looked down into the rippling water. He could see specks of dirt and other particulates floating in the liquid. "That mission was ridiculous."
Of course Ichirou was at odds with himself. He didn't want to feel responsible for any of the other hunters besides his younger brother but he knew his brother could protect himself. What also worried him was the unpredictable Zenpai. But he shrugged that off as well.
Ichi pulled the plug up and let the water drain down the pipes. He had stripped himself of his suit and laid it on the toilet. Ichirou started a steaming hot shower and got in, the perils of the night washing down the drain.
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Post by Tame on Sept 17, 2012 19:47:46 GMT -5
'Everything's happy underground!' sang Eddie as he jauntily strode through the streets of Osaka. His Ipod was on and he was singing along to it out loud, unbothered by the fact that someone might hear him. He had just finished another boring-ass shift at the bar and was now heading home to perform his usual after-work ritual: skin up, burn one, jerk off, skin up again, have another spliff and fall asleep. Eddie was a young man of simple tastes, and was rarely happier than when on his way home from work, the anticipation of a relaxing smoke making him practically skip through the streets.
'Fffmmmrrn,' said someone up ahead.
'What's that?' Eddie asked pleasantly, pulling his headphones from his ears and shoving them in his pocket. A grubby-faced trampy-looking guy had blocked his path and said something to him, but he hadn't heard him over the sound of the music.
'Gimme yer fuckin' wallet,' said the man, annoyed at having to repeat himself.
Eddie, full of flippancy as he always was at the end of a day's work, snorted with amusement and replied: 'Suck ma hairy dick.'
'Yer money!' spat the man, wild-eyed and obviously either high on some shit or having withdrawal symptoms from it.
'Get out of here, mother-fucker,' Eddie replied contemptuously, now no longer amused. It was then that the man swung for him. Despite all the weed he smoked, the barman's reflex's were top-notch and he instinctively blocked the weak punch whilst rising onto the balls of his feet, granting him more mobility. The would-be mugger swung with his other arm, which Eddie stepped backwards to dodge. The younger man then found himself delivering a punch to his attacker's side, much to his own surprise. The tramp gave out a loud 'Oof!' and took a couple of steps backwards, halting his assault for a moment.
Eddie had never been in a real fight before and adrenaline was running through his body, making him shake in a mixture of fear and excitement; he thought he was doing quite well so far. Had any kind of fighting expert been observing they would have seen that the tramp's attacks were slow, weak and had a lot of wasteful movement, so it was little wonder.
The dirty man had recovered a little now, and it was then that he decided to draw a knife. At the sight of it, Eddie froze for an instant. In that instant the blade shot towards him. Survival instinct kicked in just in time for him to stumble backwards and narrowly avoid being cut, but this brought his feet onto a patch of oil; he slipped wildly, reaching out desparately for something to steady himself. He landed awkwardly against a nearby wall, but before he could right himself properly, steel tasted his flesh.
The man had made another wild thrust and his blade had found Eddie's stomach. The young man felt the breath knocked out from him as he leaned there, back against a wall, arms outstretched against the brick on either side of him. He vaguely felt the stench of the man in front of him fill his nostrils before pain swept over him. He looked down to see the knife hilt-deep in his belly.
The dirty-faced mugger stared down at it too, his dilated eyes wide in horror at what he had done. He began to wail in agony, as if it were him that had been stabbed. Then he suddenly jerked the knife back out, glanced at its blood-soaked edge for a moment turned, and fled, still wailing.
Eddie slid down the wall, his ass bumping on the concrete floor gracelessly. He clutched his stomach, trying to stop the bleeding, but the red, red krovvy flowed as freely over his shaking hands as the colour did from his face. The young man didn't think much of anything as the life drained from him. He felt scared and in pain, but his over-powering feeling was that of lonliness.
He slumped forward, letting his hands fall by his side. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the final light went out of his eyes.
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Post by RYUNOSUKE on Sept 19, 2012 23:59:24 GMT -5
"I have to save her."
Jun's last thoughts were such. Going over his entire day prior to this begins with his routine training in the morning. The current activity involved a series of sprints back and forth between two points. Though not long after starting it was cut short by his personal trainer, who suddenly appeared from another room seemingly overcome with emotion for reasons unknown to Jun. It was rare for something to cause an early end to his training. Though before he could inquire about the cause, his trainer abruptly hugged him. This might have been an unusual sight to someone else, but the amount of time they had spent working together had created a personal bond between the two. It was after this that he explained to Jun how he had been selected to go to Olympic trials.
Moving forward later in the day, Jun is seen jogging down a dark street. Everything in the area was familiar to him, making it easy to navigate despite the poor lighting from the street lamps. The reason he was already acquainted with the neighborhood was because it was the one he had grown up in. However, it had been nearly a year since he had returned. His decision to visit his parents even though they hadn't bothered to keep in touch with him was because he felt they deserved to know the news he had received earlier this morning.
Deciding that he was too caught up in his thoughts and trying to figure out what to say, he shook his head and took a deep breathe. It was then that he saw someone crossing the road, a female. What she had failed to notice is that she entered an intersection that was currently signalling a stop for pedestrians. It wasn't a big deal to see a J-walker, but the honking of a large truck brought forth his senses. Jun broke into a full-on sprint and ran towards the lady who slowly turned to face the origin of the noise. Everything in those few seconds happened so fast. All he felt was an overwhelming pain, followed by no feeling at all..
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Post by Haloninjaman808 on Sept 20, 2012 6:14:44 GMT -5
The hunt was over once again as Takao left the room. Things were getting to close for comfort. Death seemed to draw nearer with ever mission. He cloaked and went up to the top of a building. Did he really want to live the rest of his life fighting things. The rush was getting duller, and he felt worried. Fear killed hunters such as himself. He gritted his teeth. He didn't want to live like this anymore. He wanted to be normal, just for once.
His mind was made up, he was gonna catch up on all the things he missed out so far. He began to venture home, and decided to wash his school uniform. He was gonna go back to class the next day.
CONTINUED IN TAKAO'S DAILY LIVES PT 1
Takao: Suit, Controller, street clothes, X-Gun in pocket, G-Sword in pocket, X-Rifle in hand, H-Gun in hand, 9mm pistol w/45 rounds in pocket
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Post by DawgX on Sept 20, 2012 16:04:27 GMT -5
~5 Days later, The night before the Hunt
Things had gotten back to normal for Ichirou Sato. Within five days he had dealt with the last repairs on his house from the Vampire attack as well as the last bit of questioning from the detectives because of his fathers murder.
Ichirou had felt the tingling shoot down his spine a little while ago. He was already in his suit and sitting down at his kitchen table, his Y-Gun strapped to his leg. The psychic was looking through papers that were sent to him dealing with the inheritance his father left him and Takao. "So much damn money... Money that could be used to put Takao through University.. Money that could finish putting me through school too. Money... That means nothing at all to me," Ichirou said to himself. "I could be killed any day. At anytime. I have to leave Gantz and live a normal life..."
Ichirou closed his eyes and grinned. He sat back in his chair and let out a sigh as the top half of his head started to disappear.
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