DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Oct 17, 2012 22:48:30 GMT -8
Alex smiled. "Grandfather Luke, there you are! Demons did it. Not me!" He felt calmer now that the door was closed. "Uh, sorry again, Sarah. That's never happened before. I'm not a wimp. Not usually. Just didn't expect so much blood, I guess, and I need my snackmeal soon. And a shower. Heeey. With the water situation, how're we going to shower?" Though the image of that grotesque cross would always haunt him, Alex now found a great deal of solace in mundane things like planning showers. "Guess there's always the wet towel method. That saves water, right?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Oct 17, 2012 23:00:00 GMT -8
Davin- "Yeah kid, take it easy... get some rest and-- A little dog came scampering out, barking at Alex and Sarah. Davin picked him up and made the first different expression Sarah or Alex had seen him make ever, as he snuggled the dog and put his head against it. He quickly composed himself.
Davin- "Oh go on you two, let's get to bed."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 5, 2012 22:57:49 GMT -8
When Patti arrived on the fourth floor, a weak but distinct smell of death assaulted her nose. "Woof." (Sure would be nice to find a nice, big, working dog...) She scrunched up her face, but continued on. How was Davin staying on this floor with that smell? She could see where the door had been taped shut and then reopened. She'd have to come back down here with some of that Duck tape they picked up at the hardware store. There were two three bedrooms on the end with the dead room, but she figured anything in there would probably smell like death too. She shuffled quickly down to Davin's end of the hall and popped one of those doors. A couple lived here, with pretty metropolitan tastes, by the look of it. When she found the woman's dresser, she was delighted to see that the woman was about the same size as she was. She picked out several pairs of jeans and loaded them into the suitcase, along with a few sports bras, a couple of shirts and a nice jacket. This shopping trip was more fruitful than she had expected. Having mostly filled the baggage, she hauled it up to her room and decided to call it a day.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Nov 6, 2012 0:40:12 GMT -8
The death stenched subtly, and all was in peace. Maybe there was a hint of a smell in the air. Did they use nail polish remover to clean up some of that mess?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 6, 2012 2:35:28 GMT -8
Suddenly, the elevator came to life, rolling up to the 4th floor floor, and opening for no one-- and closing again, continuing up.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 8, 2012 0:01:14 GMT -8
Seth began going through vacated apartments, looking for furniture to bring to his new room. It wasn't that difficult to drag a few chairs up the stairs, but as soon as he found a bed, and sofa that he liked, that presented more of an issue. Today, no one had any special tasks planned, which meant everybody was probably in their room or in the comm center. He remembered that Jackson guy was a bit old, but had some good muscles. He found him slouching in the community center, catching his breath after doing some chores. Seth- "Hey my good man... oh I hope I didn't catch you after you're already worn out. Guess that's what happens when you're the most visibly burly fella around."
Jackson- "What? Oh haha.. no, I was just washin' dishes."
Seth- "Oh good. Hah yeah that can wear a guy out. I was wondering if you could help me move some stuff upstairs? I'd really appreciate it."
Jackson- "Well, how can I say no to the president?"
Seth- "You are allowed to say no, you know..."
Jackson- "I know! But I just don't know how..."
Seth- "As president, I must take advantage of ignorance. So shall we?" He lead Jackson down to an apartment on the fourth floor which had a rather spare IKEA style sofa and a large four-poster bed. Seth- "I'm tired of sleeping on the floor camp-out style. I got everything I could handle by myself, but this sofa and bed prove a bit much for me."
Jackson- "Well, that's what we're here for, help each other out."
He cracked his knuckles."I'm ready when you are man." Seth tried to lift the bulk of the sofa, but found he was better as a manueverer as they moved around corners and up the stairs. Seth- "So how's Anna doing?'
Jackson- "Ah ha! The truth comes out!"
Seth- "Ohhh come on."
Jackson- "I can tell, you feel kinda the same I do. Just coming from a different side. We both know her a little bit, but not a lot, and we're both concerned about her. You wanna know what I know? I think maybe that's a fair trade for what you know." Seth rolled his eyes a little but smiled. Seth- "Well, I can't tell you everything, because she would kill me dead. Likewise, I'm sure. So, non-death bringing things I can tell you... hmmm..."
Jackson- "Maybe you do know more about her than I do. Makes sense, I only met her a few days ago. I mean, aside from in passing before that."
Seth- "Well you probably know some of this, but yeah, she's an art kid, anarchist... We got along okay before, probably didn't like being reminded of work though so we didn't hang out much. Maybe I seemed like too much of a jock, I dunno."
Jackson- "Hm.. okay... that's what I know, but I expect you'll give me more than that after I tell you. See how far we can push this... Well, she's more serious about the politics than the art, and sees the ways things happened as a chance to make the world better than it was. So she wants to make sure that if things start to look creepy, oppressive, or especially profit-driven, that she's ready with a brick."
Seth- "Haha, yeah. Sounds like her... Well, I know she don't get along with Stevie which just *breaks* his heart. It's too bad, I know he's a weird ol' dude, but he's real sweet underneath."
Jackson- "Yeah... I get the impression that she thinks basically, everybody she worked with was some kind of... uh, malevolent foot soldier of the patriarchy?"
Seth laughed as they plopped the sofa into place in his room, and headed back for the bed. Seth- "Oh yes. Totally. Yeah... That's pretty cold."
Jackson- "Hey, what can ya do? Um, she... had some kind of problems in her past, like... she was a bit of a wild child, her family hated her, maybe she had problems with other kids too as a teenager, there's something really dark that went on there, and she's like... strong now, but maybe there's a little vulnerability there. Like maybe everything that's bad in her old life, has been replaced in her mind with what's bad with society as a whole."
Seth- "Yeah... It does kinda hurt for us, 'cause... y'know, whatever she felt, other people feel too. We all got problems. Ah well. I didn't really know, before. I thought we got along okay, I mean, I didn't work closely with her or anything, but say a 'hello' or whatever. Shoulda guessed though, maybe. I asked about going to see her art show and she didn't want me to go."
Jackson- "Yeah... It's weird, she's got this strange combination of being VERY direct and honest about how she feels, and also just secretive as a Colombian cartel when it comes to certain issues. But I think she's okay, she's just feeling a little confined right now."
Seth- "She's probably still scared I'm gonna blabber every little thing about her. There's not much for me to blabber though, and I certainly ain't gonna get myself in trouble in the process. You like her a lot?"
Jackson- "Hah, what's not to like? She's hella fine. I'm an old bastard."
Seth- "Haha. Ahh, don't be so hard on yourself. Anyway, I'm sure she must be at least a bit sweet on ya if you know that much."
Jackson- "Well, I guess it's good to get a second opinion about that. And you guys seem to get along a lot better than I ever woulda guessed based on seeing how you met here."
Seth- "Yeah. Hah... Me too. I'm glad, I like her."
They started maneuvering the bed down the hall. Jackson- "Like I said, what's not to like? Some people are just like... I dunno how to say it, like rockstars. Just larger than life. Some of them, it's just a big act, a bunch of bullshit. But I think she's the real deal."
Seth- "Awww! You guys are too cute."
Jackson- "Well okay. If you won't tell me the hot dirty secrets, you'll at least have to tell me if you find out what she thinks about me."
Seth- "Scout's honor! I like having an excuse to find out anyway, muahaha."
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