by Rynagria » Wed Jan 22, 2014 12:45 pm
by Qeno » Wed Jan 22, 2014 4:00 pm
by Personal Freedom » Wed Jan 22, 2014 5:22 pm
by Corenea » Wed Jan 22, 2014 6:30 pm
by Harbertia » Wed Jan 22, 2014 8:43 pm
by Saestea » Wed Jan 22, 2014 10:19 pm
by Charmera » Wed Jan 22, 2014 10:41 pm
Harbertia wrote:Fall Harbor
Deep underground, a tomb is found. A barren old city from long ago, a place where at one point people rarely spoke, and now it was relatively unchanged for hardly any human dwelled here. Light is hard to come by, and if found it best avoided. Some entrances can be found in Millersville, but for the most part the city has been sealed off. Those who do enter are perhaps too adventurous for their own good.
On what was once a busy street head lamps flashed from side to side as a patrol made it's route. They would pass, denizens of this wreck, the majority, have learned it best to avoid them. To one denizen, they where the stalkers, the seekers. The strange one eyed beasts who made odd noise whilst breathing. They spoke, and sometimes what they said made this realm even more a nightmare.
Long ago this horror began, and she, this denizen, was not sure if she lived, or was yet dead. Few could hear her speak, and fewer where present to speak to. Most outsiders, lost wondering souls from the land of light, didn't last long here, either in body, or in mind. Even then, she couldn't stop helping them as best she could, it seemed impulsive to do so.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Harbertia » Thu Jan 23, 2014 12:29 am
Charmera wrote:Rachel
Rachel woke up to the sound of a siren, a Fire truck as far as Rachel could judge, groaning as the sound intensified her headache. She groaned as she got up, clutching her head "Too loud…" she muttered "Too damn loud". Thankfully the
siren seemed to leave, going off to some burning building, those were getting more and more commonplace in the middle district…
She staggered off to her fridge, sighing. It seems she was out of food, which was unfortunate to say the least. She would have to find some sort of job. Rachel detested having to go out and find a job, however she hasn't had a stable job or purpose in life since the Order fell. She supposed she would take a walk around the city, try to get out of her apartment and find a job.Harbertia wrote:Fall Harbor
Deep underground, a tomb is found. A barren old city from long ago, a place where at one point people rarely spoke, and now it was relatively unchanged for hardly any human dwelled here. Light is hard to come by, and if found it best avoided. Some entrances can be found in Millersville, but for the most part the city has been sealed off. Those who do enter are perhaps too adventurous for their own good.
On what was once a busy street head lamps flashed from side to side as a patrol made it's route. They would pass, denizens of this wreck, the majority, have learned it best to avoid them. To one denizen, they where the stalkers, the seekers. The strange one eyed beasts who made odd noise whilst breathing. They spoke, and sometimes what they said made this realm even more a nightmare.
Long ago this horror began, and she, this denizen, was not sure if she lived, or was yet dead. Few could hear her speak, and fewer where present to speak to. Most outsiders, lost wondering souls from the land of light, didn't last long here, either in body, or in mind. Even then, she couldn't stop helping them as best she could, it seemed impulsive to do so.
Fall Harbour
An eerie wreck of a mental asylum stood out in the remains of the city, even the more horrifying denizens of Fall harbour avoided this unusually small asylum, the beings intelligent enough to form odd small tribes seemed to have legends about the old asylum, while those other beast without much mental power seemed to give it a wide birth regardless.
No thing liked to be around it for long, for whispers could be heard from it, whispers that jabbed at the mind like daggers. Whispers with no reason nor logic, only the chaotic whirl of a madman could be heard. On some level even those which had little mental capacity understood they could loose what little mind they had in the asylum, or perhaps they were simply irritated by the mental scraping at the doors to their minds.
Not to say there weren't braver foolish abominations who did not head the warnings the whispers heralded. They braved the insanity for whatever reason, be it food or territory. Those that did so would hear an odd voice in their head, almost as if it were coming from themselves, however it would only herald a mentally transmitted stream of madness, voices and memories without reason or logic, most would run, the ones that stayed would have wished they had left.
The luck few that left after such an adventure would remember different things, some even would remember nothing of the experience, however all of them would have remembered a sad little song about a willow tree.
by Qeno » Thu Jan 23, 2014 4:30 am
Qeno wrote:Rei's Middle-District Home
The front door of the porch flew open as a sixteen year old girlkicked it open with a gust of wind sliding outside and the loud smacking sound of the wood slamming against a piece of rubber mounted to the brick interrior to prevent it from shattering. Her head was partially covered by a flamboyant white sunhat with a black ribbon around the circular bill dressing it then she walked out dressed in a matching scarf with a black and white sundress. The girl's feet were bare however as she walked across the long green and yellow grass in her front yard then stopped in front of her mailbox, partially open.
Rei was her name, she reached in to find mere junkmail with an occasional newspaper about vigilanties in the lower district or the threats of invasion by both upper and lower districts rendering her neighborhood unsafe then she would have to leave to ensure the safety of her body. "Maybe there will be a day in which everyone will simply get along" Rei said to herself as she closed up the mailbox and walked back inside her quiet two story home. The entrance to the home was almost bare, A pair of tennis shoes sitting on top of a shoe rack, a hat rack with a lone black fedora missing it's partner that is firmly on Rei's head and a nail wedged into the wall with an outline of a frame that it once held up.
Walking further into the house she walked into the kitchen, having a gas stove and granite counter tops Rei placed the junk mail on top of the counter top then began to think. 'Perhaps a trip to the lower district would do some good for this body and I hear that there's a good café down there called the lemon café' Rei thought while she slid on her tennis shoes then picked up a wallet with a pair of keys attatched to it before sliding it into her shorts under her sundress. Rei soon left the house before locking the doors and walked down the street towards the lower district.
by The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness » Thu Jan 23, 2014 8:35 am
P2TM Mentor
by Rynagria » Thu Jan 23, 2014 3:05 pm
by Islamic Republic e Jariri » Thu Jan 23, 2014 3:52 pm
by Qeno » Thu Jan 23, 2014 4:31 pm
by Saestea » Thu Jan 23, 2014 10:55 pm
Saitou Nakamura
Having spied the kid hit someone across the head, Saitou silently followed them, which lead him to the alley. When they began to go for the other side of the alley, he sprinted after them, shouting to get their attention.
"Hey, you there! All of you stop! Stop right now!"
by The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness » Fri Jan 24, 2014 7:05 am
P2TM Mentor
by Personal Freedom » Fri Jan 24, 2014 2:24 pm
by Charmera » Fri Jan 24, 2014 10:10 pm
Harbertia wrote:Charmera wrote:Rachel
Rachel woke up to the sound of a siren, a Fire truck as far as Rachel could judge, groaning as the sound intensified her headache. She groaned as she got up, clutching her head "Too loud…" she muttered "Too damn loud". Thankfully the
siren seemed to leave, going off to some burning building, those were getting more and more commonplace in the middle district…
She staggered off to her fridge, sighing. It seems she was out of food, which was unfortunate to say the least. She would have to find some sort of job. Rachel detested having to go out and find a job, however she hasn't had a stable job or purpose in life since the Order fell. She supposed she would take a walk around the city, try to get out of her apartment and find a job.
Fall Harbour
An eerie wreck of a mental asylum stood out in the remains of the city, even the more horrifying denizens of Fall harbour avoided this unusually small asylum, the beings intelligent enough to form odd small tribes seemed to have legends about the old asylum, while those other beast without much mental power seemed to give it a wide birth regardless.
No thing liked to be around it for long, for whispers could be heard from it, whispers that jabbed at the mind like daggers. Whispers with no reason nor logic, only the chaotic whirl of a madman could be heard. On some level even those which had little mental capacity understood they could loose what little mind they had in the asylum, or perhaps they were simply irritated by the mental scraping at the doors to their minds.
Not to say there weren't braver foolish abominations who did not head the warnings the whispers heralded. They braved the insanity for whatever reason, be it food or territory. Those that did so would hear an odd voice in their head, almost as if it were coming from themselves, however it would only herald a mentally transmitted stream of madness, voices and memories without reason or logic, most would run, the ones that stayed would have wished they had left.
The luck few that left after such an adventure would remember different things, some even would remember nothing of the experience, however all of them would have remembered a sad little song about a willow tree.
Fall Harbor : Mea
'oh willow I die, oh willow I die'
Something hummed this tune as it walked from the old Asylum, carrying with it a metal rode which dragged across the ground. It had only stayed for a time, and in those moments it had determined that which it seeked was not to be found. It thought that perhaps with that which it sought had been trying to contact it though the random stream of memories, be they real or false that had entered it's mind. Yet some how, something inside the creature, knew it not to be so yet even as it now left a song it heard lingered, and something seemed to draw it to the location. It was loath to leave, somehow it still had the idea that 'she' might be their. She was unseeable, one could never be sure. It could leave. It stopped at the gates, it could stay here it thought. Somehow the area seemed comforting yet even as it thought this it's memories of the place seemed to fade, and as these memories faded it remembered, this isn't home. It was still standing, now with the rod drawn as if a walking staff. At the threshold it took a step pass the gates, leaving the Asylum grounds. Had the creature empathy, it would have looked back towards the lonely presence with in.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Setinel » Fri Jan 24, 2014 10:38 pm
The Armed Republic of Dutch coolness wrote:Steven Marshall, Lemon Café
"Thank you, that was all." Steven stared back, straight into Corporal's eyes. "And if you must know why I'm here, there's an area-wide search in relation to an investigation." He turned to face the door and windows, and took a sip from his glass of water. He noticed a woman in a dress, with a black and white sunhat, enter the Café, which was a rather odd sight; not a lot of people walked around in 'casual dresses'. He sighed, and took another sip from his glass.
Several minutes later, after he had emptied his glass and put it on the counter and payed for it, DS Nickelson entered the Café, and approached Steven. Nickelson put his head close to Steven's ear, and whispered to him. "Sir, you might want to see this..." Steven stood up, and walked out, with DS Nickelson following him. As he closed the door, Steven turned to the DS. "So, what did you find?" Nickelson sighed as he walked further into the Lower District, his boss following him. "DB." Dead Body. Great.
by Holy Empire of Avalon » Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:15 pm
by Rynagria » Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:57 pm
by Corenea » Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:12 am
by Saestea » Sat Jan 25, 2014 3:16 am
Rynagria wrote:Lemon Café
"Come again, officer." Said Corporal politely to the Inspector, watching him walk out of the front door, a small smile on his face. While it wasn't heartfelt, the smile wasn't completely fake either, at the moment he just didn't feel that sad. The sight of seeing law enforcement coming into the the town gave him a feeling.
You just don't see the law coming into the lower district anymore, especially with the law enforcement of mostly composed of Abhu-........... Supers nowadays, which has caused the about half of the regular populatjon of the lower district to start hating supers....... Just like during the Orders. I hope to doesn't come to that. Thought Corporal, his thoughts leading him to the current situation of the city.
Once the Order had fallen and Millersville was create, the ones in charge (The Rich) saw greater potential for Powered Humans, as hiring a majority of them would allow for less workers, bust same if not better than having a larger crew of "regulars." This was the main reason for such big divides that became districts.
Saitou Nakamura
"Oh really, what makes you think that? You're just a bunch of kids being delinquents, probably no parents, no home. Even if I can't go own that way, all of you will just run off, living a life of lies. After all, you have no futures, since you will all die in the streets, with no one there to comfort you as your worthless lives fade away." Replied Saitou with defiance, his face aimed at the concrete floor, a hint of bitterness in his voice, his eyes beginning to glow red. If they were to look into his eyes, they would start to feel the need to follow whatever he says.
"You think that simply knowing ways of killing will be enough? I fought in a war, saw everyone I loved and cared for shot, blown to bits, stabbed, tortured, assaulted. Every single horrible way to be killed, I've seen it all, but I still managed to survive. What are you going to do now?"
by Qeno » Sat Jan 25, 2014 5:54 am
Rynagria wrote:Lemon Café
"Come again, officer." Said Corporal politely to the Inspector, watching him walk out of the front door, a small smile on his face. While it wasn't heartfelt, the smile wasn't completely fake either, at the moment he just didn't feel that sad. The sight of seeing law enforcement coming into the the town gave him a feeling.
You just don't see the law coming into the lower district anymore, especially with the law enforcement of mostly composed of Abhu-........... Supers nowadays, which has caused the about half of the regular populatjon of the lower district to start hating supers....... Just like during the Orders. I hope to doesn't come to that. Thought Corporal, his thoughts leading him to the current situation of the city.
Once the Order had fallen and Millersville was create, the ones in charge (The Rich) saw greater potential for Powered Humans, as hiring a majority of them would allow for less workers, bust same if not better than having a larger crew of "regulars." This was the main reason for such big divides that became districts.
by The Armed Republic of Dutch Coolness » Sat Jan 25, 2014 7:06 am
P2TM Mentor
by Setinel » Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:09 am
The Armed Republic of Dutch coolness wrote:"Nickelson, remind me to not drink water, it's making me see things that aren't there." Steven remarked as the strange man vanished and reappeared. While most certainly strange, the man probably just a "super" desperate for attention, and he didn't consider the man worth his time. As he continued to follow DS Nickelson, he saw a group of officers standing around a house, sealing it off with tape. He stepped under the tape, and walked into the house.
"Victim name is, according to the ID found on the body, Rosie Miller."
Steven stared at the dead body that lay in front of him, putting on some throwaway plastic gloves. "Get forensics to check that, there's no way to tell if it's really this Rosie Miller." he remarked, looking at the mutilated face. "Victim was alive two days ago, last time she opened her mail was two days ago." He sat on his knees, and looked at the body. "Bruising along the neck, pattern suggests someone tried to strangle her. Amount of blood on face, however, indicates the victim was still alive when the face was cut open, and the blood spattered onto the ceiling,' he pointed towards the ceiling, "suggests the same." He continued studying the DB. "Clothing is largely clean, victim probably dressed up after death." He looked under the skirt the victim was wearing. "Victim is female, and appears to have been cleaned after death, only blood found is around the face, while there are multiple wounds on the lower body, all clean but just as recent as all other wounds." He stood up, and pulled the gloves of. "When will Forensics arrive?" "Already called them, sir. They'll be here in a moment." Steven walked into the living room. It was dark and empty. "Nickelson, get me a picture of this Rosie Miller." In reply, Nickelson grabbed his phone, and began searching for an image corresponding with the picture on the ID. "Ehh, sir? How many clothing should she be wearing? There's some pictures hinting at her, err, job."
"A picture of the face, please. One we can use to ask people about." "Alright, a moment, sending to you, sir " Steven grabbed his phone, and looked at the photo DS Nickelson had sent him. Not a lot remaining of her pretty face, and her blond hair was, well, rarher red currently. "Thank you. I'll be heading back to the Café. See if they know her."
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