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As the city sleeps, our protagonists do so too, their breathing even, their bodies resting.
Nothing stirs. Nothing, but a cloaked figure, running through an alley, breathing hard, carrying a metal case. They dart away from their pursuer, changing direction constantly, taking a random path, to throw the one that wishes to find them off their scent.
But to no avail. As they run down yet another alley, it is found to be ended with a high wall. Placing down the case, the cloaked figure turns and shows their face, their hood falling behind their head.
A girl, adorned with short purple hair, and deep purple eyes watches the darkness in front of them, as something crawls out.
It is indescribable, something not of this world. It is greater than the earth, yet smaller than a mouse. It moves in jumps and starts, like a broken video, its whole existence jerking awkwardly.
Condensing into a more tangible form, it becomes a man with no features, pitch black, in a dinner jacket with a black tie. A laugh escapes it, a deep, booming sound that echoes across the alley and back.
“You’ve finally accepted your fate, then?” A deep, rich voice, like that of an african man, speaking confidently, almost arrogantly.
Not saying anything, the girl takes a gun out of her packet lightning-fast, and fires three shots - yet not a scrap of metal leaves the end, not even a wisp of smoke.
Instead, the gun explodes in her hand like a grenade, and her arm is destroyed, her entire body thrown against the wall. Groaning her last breath, she closes her eyes as her eviscerated body shuts down, finally giving in after so long.
.:Morning:.
|Jack Porter|
|Behind Barton State School|
Jack had decided not to attend lessons today. As his logic followed, he didn’t learn anything anyway, so there wasn’t any point. Detention was a joke, anyway - the teachers didn’t give a damn what they did, just so long as they stayed put.
Reaching into his pocket, Jack found a packet of cigarettes, and retrieved one, the last one in the pack. Placing the packet back in the pocket, another search gave him a lighter. A few flicks allowed him a small flame, his hand covering it agains the light breeze, as he lit the cigarette that was between his mouth.
He took a long draught, breathing out again after what seemed an aeon. His mind felt more relaxed, he found, when smoking. Taking another puff, he leaned against the wall, and relinquished the smoke with a long sigh. Jack’s life wasn’t really going anywhere, and he knew it. There was so much pressure to succeed, to try hard and get a good job.
But Jack just didn’t understand the need, the striving for that life, always thinking about the future. He felt that the only thing important was the here and now, not the past, not the future, but the very moment in which he lived.
|Petrol Station|
The petrol station near school was where Jack always bought cigarettes. The clerks never bothered with ID, and it was just out of sight of the teachers at school, so nobody knew where he went. Picking up a stick of chewing gum at the same time, Jack chose a packet of menthols, and put the money needed on the counter.
The clerk was from Eastern Europe, judging from his slavic accent.
“Is there anything else you would like to buy?” He said, in a bored monotone.
“Nah. My change?” Jack asked, and the clerk printed out a receipt, giving him some small coins.
“Have a good day.” Was the last thing the man said before Jack walked out the automatic doors, whirring as they shut behind him.
Jack ripped open the chewing gum packet, and popped one of the rectangular, white chews in his mouth before storing them in a pocket.
Chewing, he felt an odd taste, for a moment, but it was soon gone. A frown formed on his face, quickly disappearing as he crossed the road, dismissing it as nothing.
[Note: I don’t expect anyone’s posts to look like this, or be this long. The MINIMUM requirement I have of you is that you write at least two paragraphs, five sentences each, and name your character above your post, just for convenience’s sake. I’ll post at the top of mine what time it is, no need for anyone else to do so, just to avoid confusion]
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As the city sleeps, our protagonists do so too, their breathing even, their bodies resting.
Nothing stirs. Nothing, but a cloaked figure, running through an alley, breathing hard, carrying a metal case. They dart away from their pursuer, changing direction constantly, taking a random path, to throw the one that wishes to find them off their scent.
But to no avail. As they run down yet another alley, it is found to be ended with a high wall. Placing down the case, the cloaked figure turns and shows their face, their hood falling behind their head.
A girl, adorned with short purple hair, and deep purple eyes watches the darkness in front of them, as something crawls out.
It is indescribable, something not of this world. It is greater than the earth, yet smaller than a mouse. It moves in jumps and starts, like a broken video, its whole existence jerking awkwardly.
Condensing into a more tangible form, it becomes a man with no features, pitch black, in a dinner jacket with a black tie. A laugh escapes it, a deep, booming sound that echoes across the alley and back.
“You’ve finally accepted your fate, then?” A deep, rich voice, like that of an african man, speaking confidently, almost arrogantly.
Not saying anything, the girl takes a gun out of her packet lightning-fast, and fires three shots - yet not a scrap of metal leaves the end, not even a wisp of smoke.
Instead, the gun explodes in her hand like a grenade, and her arm is destroyed, her entire body thrown against the wall. Groaning her last breath, she closes her eyes as her eviscerated body shuts down, finally giving in after so long.
.:Morning:.
|Jack Porter|
|Behind Barton State School|
Jack had decided not to attend lessons today. As his logic followed, he didn’t learn anything anyway, so there wasn’t any point. Detention was a joke, anyway - the teachers didn’t give a damn what they did, just so long as they stayed put.
Reaching into his pocket, Jack found a packet of cigarettes, and retrieved one, the last one in the pack. Placing the packet back in the pocket, another search gave him a lighter. A few flicks allowed him a small flame, his hand covering it agains the light breeze, as he lit the cigarette that was between his mouth.
He took a long draught, breathing out again after what seemed an aeon. His mind felt more relaxed, he found, when smoking. Taking another puff, he leaned against the wall, and relinquished the smoke with a long sigh. Jack’s life wasn’t really going anywhere, and he knew it. There was so much pressure to succeed, to try hard and get a good job.
But Jack just didn’t understand the need, the striving for that life, always thinking about the future. He felt that the only thing important was the here and now, not the past, not the future, but the very moment in which he lived.
|Petrol Station|
The petrol station near school was where Jack always bought cigarettes. The clerks never bothered with ID, and it was just out of sight of the teachers at school, so nobody knew where he went. Picking up a stick of chewing gum at the same time, Jack chose a packet of menthols, and put the money needed on the counter.
The clerk was from Eastern Europe, judging from his slavic accent.
“Is there anything else you would like to buy?” He said, in a bored monotone.
“Nah. My change?” Jack asked, and the clerk printed out a receipt, giving him some small coins.
“Have a good day.” Was the last thing the man said before Jack walked out the automatic doors, whirring as they shut behind him.
Jack ripped open the chewing gum packet, and popped one of the rectangular, white chews in his mouth before storing them in a pocket.
Chewing, he felt an odd taste, for a moment, but it was soon gone. A frown formed on his face, quickly disappearing as he crossed the road, dismissing it as nothing.
[Note: I don’t expect anyone’s posts to look like this, or be this long. The MINIMUM requirement I have of you is that you write at least two paragraphs, five sentences each, and name your character above your post, just for convenience’s sake. I’ll post at the top of mine what time it is, no need for anyone else to do so, just to avoid confusion]
