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Xeios

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Since: 08-16-04

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Posted on 10-19-10 01:17 AM, in Training Battle: High Noon. Link
It's not really over, I PMed you posing some questions about your attacks and have yet to receive a response. :V
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Since: 08-16-04

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Posted on 11-01-10 01:30 AM, in Halloween Story Competition: Grief Link
What what!, totally got my entry in. So what if it's only 993 words!




“So, let me get this straight?” The man sitting across from me has his face twisted in skepticism, “You’re not human?” His nagging, questioning tone irritates me, his left hand resting on a poorly trimmed goatee. He blinks repeatedly, eyelashes fluttering underneath horn-rimmed glasses, waiting for the punch line. A grin one could only describe as shit-eating warps its way across his face, “Then what are you?”

I take a sip of my tea, the dainty porcelain cup is held gingerly in my fingertips. I examine the colorful arrangement of birds flocking across the inner ridge of the cup, dancing along the bottom as I drink. “There are many words for what I am. People tend to think I make bad things happen, but let me tell you, bad things happen all by themselves, with or without my help.” I pause for a moment, the modern furniture I’m seated on is not my own, it is my companion’s. While the furniture is comfortable, it’s not my style, I prefer the classics. “If I told you what I was, you simply wouldn’t understand the concept would most likely escape you, what with your current state.”

“What do you mean my condition?” He looks around his apartment, seeing all of his nice expensive things in place. He then shifts to look at himself in the mirror, the one positioned behind my seat. “I’m perfectly fine! I feel better than I have in years.”

“That is precisely the problem.”

“Just tell me what it is you want, what do you want from me? You’re in my home, drinking my tea, what more do you want? Leave me alone, I’m not a bad guy, I won’t do anything, say anything to anyone. Just let me go.” He feels trapped, the realizations are closing in on him, and he’s beginning to complete the puzzle. Not much longer now, almost halfway done.

I sip some more tea, the birds dance once again, appearing to jump out of the water. “Think back to last week,” He remembers something, nothing concrete yet, he was a stubborn one. He remembers the phone call.

“Mr. Hudson, Samuel Hudson?” A woman’s voice is on the other end of the line.

“This is he.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Hudson, there’s been an accident, I’m afraid your wife is in the hospital. We’re at Mercy General, it would be best if you came down to the ER, she’s in surgery now, but you should be here for her when she gets out.”

Samuel remembers hanging up the phone, he feels sick to his stomach.

“It was my fault.” He explains himself to me, opening up his heart; he blames himself for an accident. “We had a terrible fight that night. She left for her mother’s house. She left to get away from me. That’s when the accident happened. How could I forget that, she was the most important thing to me, and I just forgot her?”

“You can’t be blamed for her death, you couldn’t have known about the drunk driver. You couldn’t have known that she wouldn’t remember to put on her seatbelt.”
His confusion sets in more potently now, they always turn to rage at this point.

“How do you know that? What kind of sick man are you, kicking a widower while he’s down. Get out now!” Samuel grabbed me by the jacket, and lifted me to my feet. He was clenching his teeth; his face was turning a reddish color. With a swing, he sends me back, a powerful right hook to the jaw. It hurts like hell. With even more fury at my unwillingness to fight back, he throws his precious tea cup. The porcelain flies through the air, delicate birds making their last flight, and shatter across the wall. His rage complete, he slumps into the chair, and stays motionless. He remembers the message.

“Hey Sam, it’s Carl, I wanted to send my condolences, buddy. Katie was your heart, man; you need to let me know if you need anything. Any help with the arrangements, I’m there for you. Give me a call.”

A beep indicated the end of the voicemail, Samuel hunched over the phone, tears running down his face, half a bottle or Jack Daniel’s in his hand. It was twelve thirty-five, PM. The apartment was dark, shades drawn tight. He hadn’t shaved, hadn’t left the house in a week, since he heard the news. His liquor cabinet was almost empty. There was nothing left for him here, there is only one way to calm his pain, and Samuel went to his safe, and retrieved his salvation.

“I want you to know, that as bad as you feel now, you will feel much better. I want you to know that there is a good side to this, everything is before you.” I speak calmly and quietly, there is something better awaiting him.

Samuel sits forward a little, eyes light up with my words. He knows that I speak the truth, that I am shepherding him through the toughest time in his life. “What do I need to do?”

He finally came around. I smile gently, “You need to get up, and walk through that door when you are ready. You can never come back here, and you will never want to. Take your time, Samuel, and be happy.”

Samuel rubs his eyes roughly with his hands, and when he opens them I am gone. He spends a few minutes thinking of his wife. How she was the best thing to ever happen to him, how he can’t stand to be away from her, and how he misses her beautiful face. He rises from the chair, and walks across the room with a newfound bravery, his hand touches the cold steel of the door handle. Samuel opens the door, looking back at his apartment for one last time; he smiles, and shuts the door behind him.
Xeios

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Posted on 11-01-10 04:18 PM, in Halloween Story Contest Link
Entered. Also, please tell me you're riding a dolphin, doin' flips and shit.
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Posted on 11-05-10 09:27 PM, in Halloween Story Competition: Grief Link
Yes, the "I" in the story is a Grim Reaper.

Also, the character in the storyline goes through the seven stages of grief, in case it wasn't noticed.
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Since: 08-16-04

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Posted on 11-14-10 11:09 AM, in LOCKDOWN Link
Be Prepared! This RP shall start soon. O.O
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Posted on 11-18-10 08:58 AM, in YOU know who you ARE.... Link
I await the call with bated breath! Thanks!
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Posted on 11-27-10 05:34 PM, in LOCKDOWN Link
The loud, oppressive sounds of buzzing float through the air, the mandatory lock down is about to let up. The pleasures of cryo-sleep are relinquished, and all that is afforded are the uncomfortable feelings of a thawing body. The rooms are still locked, and there are many people around in the same condition as you are. Coughing and grasping for life, to find some footing, to warm their bodies just a little more. No one really knows what happened, and their memories are a bit foggy at this point.




With an impressive cough, Franklin stumbles, trying to grasp anything to gather his composure. He hated cryo-sleep, but generally speaking, travelling long distances or having to wait for some time made cryo-sleep a necessity. The room he found himself in was filled with many people, of varying professions and backgrounds, but all were as confused as he was. He was in a tight-fitting spandex suit, but felt very naked. Immediately, he gathered his old clothing, and began to put it on as quickly as he could. Shortly thereafter, Franklin was fully clothed, wearing causal slacks, a formal shirt, and a labcoat. He gingerly rubbed his right shoulder, feeling very cramped from the sleep, not even sure how long they'd been there for.

The lighting was dim, but Franklin could make out some distinct figures in the room. He wasn't sure who any of them were, though.
Xeios

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Posted on 11-27-10 05:36 PM, in LOCKDOWN Link
LOCKDOWN is now available for posting.

If you're interested in joining after the fact, please PM either Cairoi or myself, and we'll find a way to work you in.

If your character dies at some point, feel free to PM me and I'll try to find some way to work a potential character in, though this is probably going to be a rarity.
Xeios

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Posted on 12-02-10 11:11 PM, in LOCKDOWN Link
Franklin's attention was caught by the weapon being brandished. There was generally a very high regulation of weaponry on space-stations, so obviously this man either had one illegally, or was well deserving of one.

"Not sure what happened, but we need to get a head-count and hope these damned doors open."

Franklin walked slowly to one of the locking doors that sealed the group inside of the room, a glowing panel indicated that the door would be available to be opened very shortly.
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Posted on 12-10-10 11:53 AM, in LOCKDOWN Link
"Passcodes, yes, I should have the clearance to open these doors. In case of an emergency the doors stick to their mandatory lockdown for a little while after the cryo sleep, these seems to be one of those lockdowns."

Franklin looked around uneasily, he wasn't planning on showing what little he knew about what was going on. He noticed a young man playing on a Guitar Glove, he must have been one of the musicians hired for the...The...Franklin's mind blanked, cryo-sleep messes with everyone's memory after extended periods of time. Jesus, what the hell time is it, what date is it, what date did the lockdown even start? He checked his PDA for the first time since he awoke, noticing that the battery was fully dead, probably had been for a while now. Franklin turned towards the rest of the group.

"Alright, we should be able to open the doors in a few minutes, let's all line up, and get ready to file out."

Franklin pulled the unknown man with the gun aside slighty, and whispered in his ear.

"The doors only stay locked after cryo-sleep if there is some sort of threat on the station. I don't want to start a panic or anything though, in case I'm full of shit, I just thought you should know though."




Edit:: Editting my OOC a bit.

OOC -- For argument's sake, and the sake of the storyline, anything that would be mobile, like some communicators or anything that would have a battery style thing are dead. We may find some things with some juice left in them later, but as of right now, anything that would require a battery, and was powered on will have no charge left. Vince's character's Guitar Glove will have a decent charge left, as it was powered off during the cryo-sleep. But that charge may not last forever. Specifically speaking though, nothing is active that would show the date/time, simply to add to the sense of mystery that is surrounding these characters.

If you have any questions, comments, or requests, please PM me.


(Last edited by Xeios on 12-10-10 12:14 PM)
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Posted on 12-23-10 07:43 PM, in LOCKDOWN Link
Franklin watched as Miles made a fashionably late awakening. He stared at Dr. Agenome, trying to remember what his damn name was.

"I think you know me Dr. Agenome," Franklin said, while they weren't necessarily colleagues, they both had met each other from time to time. "It's me, Dr. Darsly."

Franklin took a moment to examine Miles, but quickly turned to see that everyone appeared to be ready. With a quick slide of his ID badge, the door shuddered then slid open quickly. The hallways before them were empty, but relatively well lit. A solitary light flickered for a few moments, before extinguishing entirely.

There was a silence about the station that was not heard before this lock down, what had happened?



(Last edited by Xeios on 12-23-10 07:46 PM)
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Posted on 12-31-10 04:17 PM, in LOCKDOWN Link
Dr. Darsly smiled at the young girl, mind being distracted from the boggling silence of the halls.

"Well, I'm hoping to lead us all over to the Security room, which is right by deck four, I'd hope that you'd join us, might be better to stick in a group."

Dr. Darsly could tell the girl was not from the station, she was probably there for the first time ever. He lied shamelessly, and didn't show it at all. A lockdown is only called in terms of total importance, and since it didn't seem like the hull was breached in this area, there was probably some sort of external threat. He wanted to keep the girl safe, and hoped that even if she saw through his lie, she would stick with them all. The group walked out of the room, and down one of the unsettling halls.
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