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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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FEAR - The Sentinel [EVENT]
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Jun 7, 2015 18:20:02 GMT -5
[OoC: Participants are limited to those who signed up, and are on the list found here. Rounds will move on at the discretion of the QC, but participants will be expected to post once every 24-48 hours from the moment the next round goes up. ONE POST PER ROUND - any more than that will be deleted and disregarded. The only weapons that may be used in the event are those that can reasonably be found in the area. Throughout the event, there will be random dice rolls to influence situational and environmental hazards. What the GM says, goes, so do not add details that were not originally included. Rewards will be based on participation and contribution, as well as how well people play to their stats. (Eg. Jimmy and Bobby both have starter stats. Bobby gets hit with a haymaker to the face and is knocked out reasonably. Jimmy takes that hit over and over and just keeps getting back up. Bobby is likely to get a better reward than Jimmy.) DO NOT POST UNTIL THE FEAR QC HAS POSTED.] During the early morning work rush, many of the people of New York City felt slightly uneasy, for reasons they could not explain at first. From every manhole and storm drain in the city, a black mist would begin to seep out to the streets. The effects were small at first, as many only began to feel a small chill, but over time, many started to hallucinate - to the point where the roads became congested with traffic accident after traffic accident due to sheer panic in the people. A single figure was reported to be... "watching" the folks of the city from a high vantage point, though the reports are inconsistent and the exact location of this particular figure have yet to be determined. Police have gathered where they believe the figure to be, though they remain at street level for the moment.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 7, 2015 19:19:45 GMT -5
STR: ?? | DEX: ?? | CON: ?? | WIS: ?? | INT: ?? Ensuing chaos... What more could this messenger of fear ask for? From the extremely high vantage point, the hooded messenger watched with a completely shrouded visage. The purple haze spewing from the manholes and rain drains made short work of the unsuspected folk of NYC. The same haze that once crippled The Sentinel, but now it empowered the figure, gave him physical and mental strength the likes one could only dream for. But such empowerment came with a hefty toll. An unknown power drove guided his thoughts—which is no different from today's Government, but this power made it clear on what he needed to do, and The Sentinel had no issue obliging the order for what it really was.
The bloodcurdling screams and chaotic panic below tugged at the corners of the shrouded lips of the being. NYC SWAT was on the case, helicopters flew along the rooftops like vultures as they circled random buildings. Well, to the untainted mind, it seemed as if these highly trained officers were doing just that. But to those under the effects of the hallucinogenic haze, they were in high pursuit of The Sentinel. All thirty-five of them...
The real Sentinel simply stood on the edge of the vantage point and continued to watch with an eerie aura pulsating from his being. Tightly in gloved grip resided a stone roughly the size of a baseball.
"Everything is going to plan."
The hooded figure spoke to no one, yet someone.
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Post by ❤️ sirynn the hungry ❤️ on Jun 8, 2015 10:37:01 GMT -5
just what the heckie deckie is goin' on? (let me know if you need me to edit anything!)Tiny and energetic and pink, that’s what Sirynn was that morning. She decided she was going to walk to the nearest Taco Bell to get herself some early morning grub. She wasn’t really sure what time they opened, but either way she would camp out and stalk the place until the employees let her hungry lil booty in there.As she would be walking along, she would notice that people would seem on edge. Maybe they didn’t get their morning coffees? Wasn’t this just the usual grumpy early morning New York behavior? Nah. Even to her it seemed a little weird? It was more like when white people lost sports games. They go cray-cray over kicking balls y'know…She would notice the weird misty stuff coming from the sewer, and make clumsy steps to ensure she didn’t go near it. Last thing Sirynn wanted to do was get covered in nasty sewer stink. She would smell like poop! Nasty. It was then that she remembered something her daddy told her when she was much younger. She thought it was a silly joke, but her papa was a trained airforce guy and knew how to keep them both safe. What was it he said..? Oh, right! “If you ever smell a stinky stinky, or see something that is funny, then always cover yourself up. Don’t play with it Sirynn, no matter how much you want to!! Daddy won’t approve.” Nodding at the memory of her father, Sirynn would tear off one of her sleeves and wrap it around her mouth as a makeshift bandanna(not to be confused with banana). As people would start panicking, Sirynn would watch as more people would get in car accidents. She would jog over to a lady trapped in her car from an accident, tryin' to flex her hero muscles. “Hey lady!! Don’t worry, I got ya’,” she would wave at the lady, and use one foot as leverage while she would try to prey the door open. The door was dented inwards from the crash, so she had to use her tiny bara muscles to open it. She would grunt like a stereotypical anime hero while she opened the door, and then help the lady out of the car. The lady seemed a little off, but Sirynn didn't really notice. She would puff out her chest and do her best heroic pose she could muster.
"Dw lady, I know you're like. Super thankful for me savin' you and all. So like, you can always pay me back with some food later if you're that much in debt to me, kay?"
locked stats: str: 35 | dex: 12 | con: 25 | wis: 18 | int: 8
since when is sewage poops purple??? :confused emoji:
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Post by Cameron Slate on Jun 8, 2015 22:24:46 GMT -5
It started off as just an eerie feeling. He was allowed to go around, after all. He wasn't confined to the school and dorm, he just had to check in with an officer every once in awhile. They had gone easy on him, after all, being a minor and also being told that he was only part of the group rather than the ring leader. He pushed them to it though, and he felt as if he was being watched by them.
As he made his way through the city every now and then someone would turn to look at him, stare him down as he passed. It was a hallucination but he had no way of knowing. And then he heard it. The explosion.
He heard it over and over again. And in the faces of everyone he looked at he saw his friends, "You killed us!" They'd say and it drove him to the point that he had gone dark. He had shut his eyes until the only thing he registered was the explosion until...
Until it went quiet.
And he looked at the building that the cops were surrounding, they were in pursuit of someone perhaps. Cameron believed they were after them.
"They found out Cameron, they found out what you did to us." His voice rang through his mind. Sweet and soft, charming and warming. It brought shivers to his spine and tears to his eyes. He loved him, he missed him. "Come join me."
Cameron looked up toward the building. It was high.... it was really high. He entered the building, looking for a way up.
(OOC: Str: 5 | Dex: 5 | Con: 5 | Int: 20 | Wis: 15)
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Post by jieun on Jun 9, 2015 0:25:23 GMT -5
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Strength: 10
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 8
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 9)
Claire never knew that hot dogs could cause such a big problem in NYC...
Claire walked over to the hot dog stand to buy a hot dog with lemonade to grab a quick bite. She was waiting forever for her edible delight to come out. It was totally worth it to wait though. The hot dog stand was known for it's heaven-like foods that make your mouth learn how to scream in happiness. Right when she got her food, Claire heard screaming and various car accidents started to happen. The source seemed to be from a tall building. Claire got even more worried when the police came over to the action. As worried as she was, Claire got curious and sneaked under the crowds that surrounded the building and went into the building to investigate.
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Post by Katsumi Shinomori on Jun 9, 2015 4:18:59 GMT -5
After a very stimulating morning with Sebastian, Katsumi went to take a quick shower to at least clean off the sweat. Within a few minutes, the girl was done and put on a robe, heading towards the kitchen for a light breakfast before she would start her day. But there was commotion outside, what sounded like screams of panic and the soaring of helicopters. Her hand gripping the orange juice set it back inside of the fridge, which she promptly closed, and the older teen moved to her covered windows. Listening carefully, Katsumi lifted the board and drape, peeking outside of the window. A helicopter flew right by and, upon glancing down, she saw people crying and fleeing on the streets, and a dark mist enshrouded them, coming forth from manholes and storm drains, seeping out like a venom.
'What the shit?' thought the young killer, eyes widening at the scene. She took a step backwards. What in the actual fuck was going on?
It was a rarity for Katsumi to watch television, beyond surveillance of targets, but she quickly strode to her telly and turned it on, flipping from news station to news station. Similar recordings to what she had scene flashed from the screen, and Katsumi saw that SWAT was involved, and yet the chaos continued, seemed to only worsen, in fact. Her stomach dropped and she cursed that she had to be in the middle of it all. The top level apartment soon might not be safe, and that unsettled the girl.
"What the hell... is going on?" she muttered softly.
Yet when she heard reports of alleged sightings of a hooded figure watching over the city, Katsumi turned back to the t.v. and frowned, eyes narrowing. Taking a deep breath, the petite figure cursed under her breath and quickly moved to change into her cross-dressing assassin garb, that of the Shinigami. A black kimono and hakama. Traditional samurai clothing. And she tied up her hair and covered her face. Taking her weapons, for the first time in quite a while, Katsumi grabbed her bow. If she had to fight some unknown, supernatural entity, the assassin would use her preferred weapon. No one was there to stop her.
Moving back to the window in the living room, Katsumi opened it and climbed outside, her small figure quickly making its way up to the roof of her apartment. Standing straight, she could see the chaos unfolding all the more clearly and she glowered down at the scene. This wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. It was downright shitty, and could very well soon turn into an absolute catastrophe.
Remembering the reports, Katsumi's dark hues would search all around her at the highest points she could find. Her wary and excellent eyes sought out this supposed figure, as there was little doubt in her mind that it was the cause if it was in fact real.
If the assassin's eyes could find the mysterious figure, they would narrow and she would hiss under her breath, "Who the fuck are you...?"
And just what was its intent?
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Post by Olivia on Jun 9, 2015 8:18:39 GMT -5
Fear is life's only true opponent. only fear can defeat life. ▼ | * It hadn't been long since Olivia had reunited with her brother Dante. Absent for two years one would think she wouldn't be out and about on her own considering. Olivia was a stubborn soul who preferred not to be held back. She didn't like being confined for too long within a house as much as she was more than gracious for having one after the two years she spent on the streets when she was so young. Life was not always kind, yet all the same it wasn't always cruel. But how many were lucky enough to find that sort of balance that hid itself so well.
* The day had seemed a hint off from the time she left Dante and never once seemed to have lightened up. The eerie feeling lasted with her as she strolled through the crowded the sidewalk of the ever awaken city. Good thing she wore her leather jacket considering the chill that had been falling over the city lately. New York weather was weird. Yet today was not just some day of off weather. There was an ominous aura choking the city almost literally as Olivia's eyes caught sight of from kind of smoke or gas spewing from the manholes.
-What the fuck is that?-
* Olivia was no fool. Reacting quickly she took the fashion scarf that rested on her neck and quickly pulled it up to her face. Honestly she knew it would only help for but so long nevertheless a small amount of time was better than none. She dipped into a nearby cafe shop for a brief moment as chaos ensued on the streets. What was that black smoke? The way people were acting were as if they were possessed by something. Not like something taking over their bodies but something toying with their mind. In the shop the T.V. played changing to the news rapidly in a state of emergency. Olivia's eyes turned up to the T.V. as it spoke about a figure somewhere above the city seemingly watching over everything.
- What the hell is going on in this city? Whoever would know would be this mystery figure. He could be anywhere. Though do I really care to search for it more than I rather just get out of this mess? Then again this did put a damper on my day-
* Just as Olivia was turning away from the T.V. seemed like a frightened or enraged individual, she really couldn't tell because she was too busy reacting, had lunged at her with a knife. Cerulean blues widened as her reflexes took over quickly hopping backwards to avoid the slash to torso. "What the fuck is your problem?!"
* The man would provide no answer but a loud yell trying to charge at her. Like a matador to a bull Olivia quickly sidestepped his charge as he passed she front kicked his butt to add force to him colliding with the chairs and tables. On the ground she noted the man shaking, trembling suddenly yet she didn't understand why and in truth she wasn't going to ask. She had the right mind to crush his balls for attacking her but instead she felt the need for flight once noting the others in the shop. Everyone seemed off in one way or another and she quickly dipped out of the shop and back to the streets as if it was really any better right?
* Her eyes caught sight of a little pink haired girl pulling a woman out of a car. Olivia was going to just get the fuck out of dodge but then she noticed a guy going to swing a pipe at the little hero, shouting something about gargoyles and well Olivia couldn't just let that happen could she? The distance wasn't far for the red head to get in between the girl and the delusional man just in time as he was swinging down. Olivia's left hand shot up to catch the pipe while her right knee raised up swiftly right after crashing into the mans balls. His previous yelled was stifled with a gurgling sound as he dropped quickly. Speaking to the man first she would then turn to the little pink one questioning her.
"Serves you right.... Where are your parents? You shouldn't be out here alone, though you're pretty strong for a squirt."
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Post by Zoe on Jun 9, 2015 20:32:13 GMT -5
The black mist around her was the same mist as what had appeared in the school's cafeteria. That was obvious to her. Zoe wore a medical mask over her face. She had started carrying it after the incident. Not only had the black mist stricken her with fear, but all of the chemicals had caused some issues for her from breathing them in for a couple of weeks. Zoe held her violin in her hand tightly. She had gotten it out of it's case the moment the black fog appeared. The girl wasn't going to take any chances.
Her blue eyes shifted over the chaos that was before her as the girl adjusted her glasses with her free hand. She'd click on the small button on the side of the glasses, scanning a nearby person who was clearly hallucinating. Her eyes would widen in frustration. What was going on!? This wasn't any help at all! The girl would adjust her glasses, keeping them on, sighing in frustration before looking up.
...Why were there so many men up in the air? The police seemed to be giving chase. Zoe would gulp, tucking herself into an alley and crouching behind a dumpster as she looked down, trying to put everything together. Then, she'd hear it. ”Chica...” Her eyes would narrow as she turned to see the empty alleyway. It was a hallucination... So the mask wasn't helping. She was hearing her mother's voice. ”Why are you wasting your life?”
Zoe would shake her head, frowning as she looked up. As long as she kept her wits about her, Zoe didn't foresee any issues. The hallucinations were just that. She was smart enough to easily dismiss them from her thoughts. Looking back up, the girl would adjust the glasses once more. If she could get up there... Zoe would be able to scan and see which of the men in the air were real... Unless they all were.. Hrm... The girl would turn to try and find a way up the building, stopping upon seeing seemingly crying boy. Zoe eyed him silently, biting down on her lower lip. Logic said to ignore him, but she couldn't ignore someone who seemed in distress from the illusions. So, the girl would reach out slowly to lightly grab his shoulder and give it a soft shake.
”Hey, stop crying. If something doesn't make sense logically, then it's an illusion. The dead can't speak. People over one thousand miles away aren't here. Magical creatures don't exist. Aliens aren't invading. Ghosts are not trying to eat you and so forth,” she spoke firmly.
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Post by Matrix Loya on Jun 9, 2015 22:31:28 GMT -5
Matrix was in town when he saw the strange black mist. Now being sorta sensible he thought he best stay away from it. He managed it for a little while, but mist spreads and within thirty minutes the hallucinations started.
His phone rang and he expected another text from Basil, but instead it was an actual call. "Hey?" "M.. Matrix... s.. sorry... I..I can't... I just... bye." And the line when blank.
Matrix blinked very confused as he knew Basil might be antisocial but he was never suicidal or anything. He wanted to run home to check on his brother, fearing the worse, but for some reason his body wouldn't move. And then, Basil was next to him.
Basil would smile softly and kiss Matrix on the lips, then skip away. Matrix was stunned Basil would kiss him, but what Basil did next terrified him. Basil for some reason had a large knife in his hand. He smiled again before repeatedly stabbing himself in the head until he collapsed on the floor. Again, Matrix wanted to move, but he couldn't, it was like his feet were glued to the floor.
Now if he had really been paying attention, he would have realized that Basil would defensively not do that due to some promises they made with each other and said they'd swear to them. Also that Basil should defensively be at their apartment since he heard the hum of the fan in Basil's room in the background. Yes, it was very strange.
Well Matrix would suddenly be able to move and ran to Basil as tears streamed from his eyes. His worst fear of his brother leaving him... willingly.
In actuality Matrix was doing exactly what he was hallucinating, but he looked like an idiot, picking up nothing but air and crying, he looked a bit mental actually.
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Post by Marcelis on Jun 9, 2015 23:14:00 GMT -5
.:OOC:. Don't know the time of day, but I am playing off that Mars is tired after a run, if this is done in the morning, afternoon or night... Let me know to change anything.
Current song playing in earphones: The Fear, By Ben Howard**He was trying to rest his weary body as he was running for most of the day, his training has been most demanding of him. Well, actually he was training little bit too hard. Trying to push things out, trying to get into his own zone, he was being irate as of late. Picking fights, talking reckless, maybe he just needed to cool off. He left his wraps on his hands as he decided to just call a cab to take him home. He was wearing sheet over his mouth as he was wanted full covering over his body. He was wearing a sweatsuit, which covered his torso and lower body with thick cotton/Polyester blend fabric. On his feet, regular running shoes and under the sweatsuit, a tight protective spandex, which is known as the brand "Under Armor." Giving he was training he was trying to get his body more into shape, for what is to come. He was slacking since he came back from his trip and he needed to be back to form. He was almost half way to sleep as he heard a screech and then, Bam! The cab rammed into a car in the middle of the intersection. The crash mixture of some blood curling screams made Mars' holy ghost almost leave his body. He was in a seat-belt as the jerk of the hit got him to sit up and then look around for what happened. He quickly unbuckled and leaned forward to see the damage on the cabbie, head bleeding, slumped over, he was out cold. What the hell happened? As Marcelis tried to quickly assess the situation, he saw a brick fly into the car. "What the fuck?!" **Crouching more into the car, the brick broke the back window on the driver's side. Marcelis quickly acted as he opened the car door and rolled out, towards the back of the car. On one knee he saw the culprit running at him screaming like a mad man. His arms were flailing about as crazed man shouted that the end was near, repeating it like he was Rorschach from Watchmen. Mars kind of didn't care, since he was about to 'bricked' by said guy. Turning to his direction, he saw the opportunity to spring up and off the ground aiming his right fist into under his lower jaw, Pushing up with so much force, he sent his whole body weight into it, where the force behind snapped the man's head back and but good thing Mars didn't leave the ground. He then send a hard left hook into the man's body and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Breathing hard for a second, he looked down at the individual for a second but heard another scream, when he saw the carnage. He didn't understand, but SWAT and the like was just running around like flies as people jumping on cars and carrying on. He didn't want to stick around the area as SWAT is something you don't want to fuck with in a Riot like this, but before running away, he saw some purple mist seeping out of the man-hole at least like 10 feet away from him. He was fine with mayhem in the city, but now biological warfare!? Terrorists? Or maybe even worse? He didn't know and surely didn't want to find out. Reaching into his hood that was covering his head, he was tighten the wrapping over his mouth and nose as he run away, he went away from the stuff as the effects of the smoke wasn't getting to him, not yet. He saw a young girl leaning to a even younger boy as he ran by but stopped a bit... to see her closely. "Hey Viola girl, you should get out of here while you still can. Crazy shit is going down." **He didnn't know she would remember the man who... errr somewhat helped her back when the jocks, water guns and mute that dragged her away from everything, maybe he was memorable...Maybe... .:OOC:. Zoe if you want me to change me meeting you, let me know.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Jun 10, 2015 2:33:21 GMT -5
STR: ?? | DEX: ?? | CON: ?? | WIS: ?? | INT: ?? "Is that right?" ... "I can do that." ... "Give me fifteen minutes." ... "Ten? Why rush...?"
A helicopter spotlight froze on the hooded figure with the pilot suspending the seeking aircraft in place. Moments later, two ropes hung from the opposing sides of the craft.
"Don't rush me."
A lone eye from the messenger fixated on the aircraft. He watched as armored men prepared to storm the rooftop, but The Sentinel would never allow such blatant interruptions to transpire. Casually, with the baseball sized stone in hand, he threw it with the form of a major league pitcher. The stone rocketed forward with untraceable speeds before violently shattering the protective glass of the helicopter and dinging the pilot right in the middle of the forehead. The force the stone generated was more than enough to render the unsuspecting pilot unconscious, limp and unresponsive body falling on the control stick and sending the aircraft into a downward spiral. Screams, chopping blades, and the sound of screeching metal as it dragged alongside a building to the street below gave the watchful messenger a moment of solace.
Fear...
How many casualties would there be due to the crashing helicopter below? Who knows—who gives a fuck. Looking over the edge with that still shrouded visage, he sighed; a cloud of purple and black haze flowing freely from his concealed lips.
"Twenty minutes." ... "Works for me."
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Post by Bianca "Reine" Lucani on Jun 10, 2015 3:53:50 GMT -5
i can't drown my demons they know how to swim + @tagged1 + @tagged2 + short note + more if u need | Bianca was walking down the street happily munching the hell out of her cheeseburger when the black mist appeared. At first, she wasn't sure what to make of it. Maybe people took some really stank dumps and it was protruding through the sewers? But it didn't smell like any poop she ever smelled before. Maybe it was a gas leak? But what kind of gas was black? It was coming from all over the place, and she was shocked to see the sudden panic the people around her were going through.
Someone bumped into her, causing her to drop her half-eaten cheeseburger to the ground as she fell back and landed on her butt. Wincing in pain, the white haired girl would rub her butt as she looked behind her, ready to shout at the one who bumped into her when her eyes widened in shock.
"N-Nero...?"
Riot's leader, Kaiser, was standing there before her. He was broken, bloodied, but still standing. His wrists were sliced, where his blood blades usually came from. His torso was torn asunder, and his white hair was stained with blood. He limped towards Bianca, reaching for her.
"Reine... You... let me die... You... weren't there..." He called to her, and she crawled away in horror. Kaiser was dead as far as she knew, and now he was here in front of her. A ghost? What was going on? She was panicking, wanting to cry at the sight of her brother. "Nero! No, please, I... I didn't know!"
"Lumiere... wants to see you again... join us... she wants her Reine.." Her eyes widened. Kaiser was telling her... to kill herself? Her hand brushed against a shard of glass, and she gripped it tightly, blood trickling down her hand. She could do it. She could slice her own throat and join her brother and sister, and they could be happy again. But she was trembling. Shaking. She didn't really want to die. Would Nero really say such things to her? She looked up at him wordlessly, but that dark smile on his face...
"You're... you're not Nero... you can't be..." She grew angry, chucking that shard of glass at his face and watching as he disappeared. "HOW DARE YOU IMPERSONATE MY BROTHER!? FUCK YOU!" She roared to the sky, seeing something in the distance... a helicopter falling?
"...Fuck me..." She spoke as she ran as fast as she can away from the helicopter, diving behind cover and keeping her head down, hoping to get out of the ensuing devastation. She didn't want to be a fuckin' pancake. | © seadra of gs |
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Post by ❤️ sirynn the hungry ❤️ on Jun 10, 2015 10:29:53 GMT -5
i'm a good girl i'm a good girl "eh?" sirynn would turn her head as she heard some guy screaming at her, and be about to defend her precious little head when some hott babe came to her rescue. dang son. sirynn gets all the cuties. :^) first santana, then vivupoo, now this mystery babe who liked crushing balls as much as she did? hell yea. wait........ DID SHE JUST DO WHAT SIRYNN THOUGHT SHE DID?!
"excuse ME?!" sirynn would huff, and grab her own chest and shake her breasts. "I AM A GOD DIDDILY DARN LADY THANK YOU VERY MUCH. LOOK AT THESE WOMANLY CURVES! I"M SORRY THAT I'M NOT A GIANT GODDESS OF BEAUTY LIKE YOU, OKAY?!" she'd huff and puff out her cheeks like the child she was - bountiful early blooming body or not....
leave her there.... lock the door....
sirynn would hear whispers in her ears and the tiny chubby hero would shiver and look around, trying to find where they were coming from. they voice sounded familar, but it was long in the distant past. she didn't understand why she was hearing it now. was it the weird sewage poop stuff? the irritation at being called a child left her as the voices kept coming.
eventually she'll stop crying....
the tiny girl would clench her fists and tried to concentrate on what was going on. she would turn and see the helicopter falling. were there people in there?! sirynn would grab onto the redhead babe and pull her down behind the car to keep them both safe. once it would crash, sirynn would get up and dust herself off.
maybe if i tape her mouth shut...
sirynn would flinch as she heard the words, her eyes starting to water. she knew who that voice was, and the memories she tried to bury down inside of her would resurface. she saw the locked door, the darkness. she felt everything moving further and further from her. she would dig her stubby finger nails in her hands, scratching at her palms.
"if you're ok, make sure you stay safe pretty amazon lady!! i gotta go see if anyone is hurt!!"
bad girls get punished and get locked up.... if you had been a good girl then you could leave the bad room...
sirynn would choke back tears as she closed her eyes and ran towards the helicopter crash site. she had to be strong. her papa was depending on her to be strong. sirynn was a good girl. she was a good girl. she was behaving. she was a good girl.
i'm a good girl I'M A GOOD GIRL
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Post by Cameron Slate on Jun 11, 2015 1:52:09 GMT -5
Physical interaction made Cameron think about his predicament as he ignored it and continued his way up to the top of the building. If an elevator was in service? Well that's what he'd use. Otherwise it'd be the long climb.
"It was your plan, you helped us. Now let us help you." Jason told him.
"You just have to climb, Cameron," Said Maria.
"It's such a quick thing. It's over before you know it's even there." Grace was the last one to speak, the other survivor from that incident. Though, having committed suicide shortly after one could hardly call her a survivor.
Zoe would go largely ignored, the shaking of his shoulder shrugged off as the hand of Jason, playing with him in a supportive fashion.
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Post by Zoe on Jun 11, 2015 23:04:18 GMT -5
When the familiar voice reached her ears, she nodded in his direction. She held her violin tightly while speaking. ”Clearly...” she sighed looking up at him. ”But that's probably why you should get going too.” The girl would glance towards the boy she had just been trying to speak to. ”This is the second- maybe third, time I've been caught up in something like this...”
The girl would freeze, glancing out the window as the helicopter began to swerve out of the sky. Zoe glanced up to the street in front of the building. ”...Puta...” she'd mumble softly, eyes narrowing. The helicopter was falling down into the road next to the building. Zoe quickly crouched, hiding behind a concrete ledge that had been erected to hold plants for a post modern type style. The crying boy seemed to have continued on into the building, so he was probably fine.
Glancing up, Zoe bit her lip. The firey explosion seemed to have thrown the street before her into even more chaos... but something good did come from it. She knew where the attacker was from. Zoe had looked up in the final moments before the helicopter came down. She saw the trajectory in which it fell. It had been caused from something within the cabin- not something striking the engine or wings. The math flew through Zoe's head- rushing to calculate where the attack came from. However, suddenly all the calculations in her mind would vanish- taken over by one word.
”Chica...”
Zoe shook her head violently as she rubbed her temple. This wasn't the time for some delusions! Doing her best to ignore the words now beating away at the back of her mind, she turned to begin climbing the fire escape up along the outside of the building to head to the top.
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