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Post by Elli on Dec 20, 2010 11:37:40 GMT -6
((Please bear with me... this isn't going to be perfect, but I wanted to spice things up a bit.))
Times are changing and so is Earth. Gone are the times of cars and fights in the streets. Gone is a time when hatred ruled the world and the hearts of the people. Gone is the time where creatures went extinct and resources were running low. Here is the time of the Sincere, the Peacemakers.
Now fighting is against the law, pills are taken to cure the emotion: hate, and the sun powers the transportation in the form of hover-vehicles. There is no hunting or killing of animals. Food is specially formulated to taste good taking nothing essential away from the planet.
And it's perfect.
Except to those that have seen the light, the truth, people that have seen the 'dark side' of the moon. And those that have are determined to set things right. To put things back to the way they were in the fairy tales told at night.
Back, to the good old days.
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Post by Hayleigh on Dec 21, 2010 12:10:09 GMT -6
((I definetly want to reply! I just have to figure a character.. XD))
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Post by Elli on Dec 21, 2010 12:57:19 GMT -6
((XD, yeah, I just need to enter Tria.)) Name, Jenestria Rendavio Hernandar. Age, 18 years-old. Gender, Female. Race, human (latino). Present Location, unknown. Priority, high. Other information, possibly armed and dangerous; capture at all costs. Preferred alive, but if necessary, dead. Tria looked up from the piece of paper in her hands at the forest in front of her. It told her what she needed to know. She was now wanted. Not for disobeying any of the laws, well at least not yet, but for seeing the truth. The truth that the world was not perfect. That the Peacekeepers were anything but. And now? Now she was on the run from the one thing that she used to want to become. A gloved hand clench the paper tightly, wadding it into a ball. She threw it on the ground, no longer needing the information. Yes, the information was all true. The weight of the gun strap cutting into her shoulder reminded her of that. Though the page made it seem like she was an enemy to all that spotted her. No, what she wanted to do was save them. Save them from the life that people had resigned too, because it was safe. Because it was all they knew. Because the unknown was too scary. Completely oblivious to what was happening all around. Something that she would fight tooth and nail to stop.
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Dec 29, 2010 0:31:37 GMT -6
((I have two ideas and I can't decide which character to enter with; either a ten-year-old clone who asked too many questions in school and has nightmares about the terrible truths, or a 142-year-old, recently-released convict using a second, mechanical heart to keep himself alive. Tell me if either are lame or mary-sue. It's been awhile.))
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Post by Elli on Dec 29, 2010 19:50:06 GMT -6
((Hmmm.... both seem interesting XD I don't know which one to tell you. Sorry for all of the not help.))
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Post by Daeiel on Jan 13, 2011 18:30:09 GMT -6
((Would you guys mind if I made a Peacemaker for this? I need some.....villainy....))
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Post by Elli on Jan 13, 2011 19:03:26 GMT -6
((Lol not at all, go on ahead. We would have to find one anyways ^_^))
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Post by Daeiel on Jan 13, 2011 21:05:45 GMT -6
((Awesomesauce.)) "You know what this is." The eyes did not lessen their penetrating gaze. The neck remained erect. Without thinking, he replied, "Yes, sir." "You know who she is." Again, no double-checking, no self-doubt. He answered, "Yes, sir. Jenestria Rendavio Hernandar. Age 18, physical condition, fit. Believed to be armed, labeled Disturbance." "The very girl," said the other, " And I suppose you know what we want you to do." "Yes, sir." The reply was as quick and determined as ever, much like the man it came from. He was tall, nearing seven feet, yet unlike most military men, he was not heavily muscled. If anything, he was lean, violently so, much like a whip rather than a tank. Neither were used anymore, of course, only vague descriptions of past weapons, past foolish violence, gave them any clue as to the validity of this description. To be modern, and in a sense, more correct, he was most like the Sincere's most deadly weapon. The hypodermic needle. "Excellent," answered the other. "And I suppose you know what it will do." He did not hesitate. "It depends," he said, though the manner in which he said it was as assertive as gunpoint. "The intended effect is euphoria and/or sedation, although the possibility of dysphoria, xerostomia, and pruritis still exist." "Not with someone of her constitution," countered the other, "None of our biological programs alerted us to a depletion of blood sugar, nor any....serious psychological disability." "Serious," he repeated, "Apart from her delusions of conspiracy, you mean." Nothing he said was ever a question. "Yes, yes, apart from those." The other picked up the hyper-glass cartridge of dark liquid, swirling it thoughtfully. "You know, ages ago, back in the nineteenth century, individuals who used this described it in a very peculiar way." "It was prescribed for pain," he answered, lightning-fast and assured as always, "Pain, insomnia, dysentery -" "I don't mean medically," interrupted the other, "I don't mean for the way we use it now. I mean for pleasure." The other stopped, set the cartridge down with a firm 'clink!', and rested both hands on the counter between them. "Do you know what they called it?" "I do not, sir," the soldier answered. Even this sounded as confident and self-sure as before. "They called it 'chasing the dragon'. A peculiar phrase, as I said before. But, back then, we were a peculiar people. Prone to violence, anger." The other's lips curled in distaste as he said those words, as if the very concept of them was more vile than the most repulsing refuse. "So distracted, you see, so distracted. They labeled something as tranquil as this," the other indicated the cartridge with one finger, "as chasing a dragon. You know what a dragon is, I presume?" "I do, sir," answered the soldier. Never once had his eyes even considered drifting from his commander's. "Mythological, reptilian, avian, pyrotechnic -" Again his commander cut him off. "Yes, yes, all of that, but above all, violent." "Violent," reaffirmed the soldier. A moment of silence passed between the two men, the very air seeming to curdle around that hated word, that hated ideology. It was at least a minute before the commander spoke. "In a way," he said, "This girl is a dragon." "Reptilian-human hybrid is yet unsuccessful, sir," answered the soldier. "Metaphorically, man, metaphorically. Think about it. Volatile. Solitary. Spewing fire which might very well poison the Peace we've created. Dangerous. Violent." "I do not understand, sir." "Ah," sighed the commander, "You are all so Logical, so Analytical, you men of the Tranquility Corps." He picked up the glass cartridge of dark liquid once more, handing it to the soldier. "What I am trying to say, though the symbolism is unfortunately lost on you, is you must chase this dragon." The commander's voice dropped, his gaze darkened, as he leaned forward and said, through clenched teeth, "You must chase it and bring it down." A rare twitch of the left side of his mouth indicated the soldier's pleasure. "Understood," he answered, his long fingers wrapping themselves around the cartridge, "Sir." ((How was that? Oh, and you get bonus points if you guess which drug I'm alluding to... ))
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Post by Elli on Jan 13, 2011 21:36:41 GMT -6
((Is the correct answer opium?))
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Post by Daeiel on Jan 13, 2011 22:02:56 GMT -6
((Oh! So close! It's actually laudanum ))
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Post by Hayleigh on Feb 7, 2011 15:31:24 GMT -6
Abigail stayed hidden in the bushes as people walked by. Ugh, where could Tria have disappeared to now? All day, Abigail had been watching some of her old friends walk around the town. She missed a lot of them, but she knew she couldn't go back.
"Hey, did you guys see the wanted posters of Tria?"
A couple of old friends walked around where she was hiding. A wanted poster of Tria? Oh God. Why can't she just learn to lay low for a while.
As soon as everyone was out of sight, Abigail ran back into the woods, trying to find Tria. Finally, after searching for a while, she spotted Tria wadding something up in her hand. "Tria! Do you know about-" She noticed the wadded paper was the wanted poster. "Oh, nevermind. You have found it."
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Post by Elli on Feb 7, 2011 20:55:28 GMT -6
Tria jumped at the sound of Abigail's voice, and automatically her hands reached and pulled out her gun. Once her eyes and mind comprehended who it was that stood in front of her she let out a breath of air, relaxed, and put her gun away.
"God, you scared me." Her eyes scanned all around them. "You weren't followed right? Because right now, being followed is the last thing we want."
Tria watched her dear friend, and walked over to a boulder. Jumping up onto it she laid back, her arms cradling her head. "You know, you don't have to do this. You can still go home, back to your life. There is nothing in there about you, yet. Abby, this is going to get dangerous... possibly even deadly."
She paused, and looked her friend dead in the eye to show her seriousness. "I won't blame you."
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Post by Hayleigh on Feb 7, 2011 22:38:54 GMT -6
Abigail rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding me?! I am the stealthy one here. I know how to watch my back." She had always been able to hide easily. It was an ability that Abigail was always able to do. She could make herself invisible without actually having the power to do so.
Tria started up with the speech again about how Abigail didn't have to do this. When will she ever understand? "Tria, I've known you all my life. I grew up in a family of all boys. You are my only true sister and I need you just as much as you need me. My family can survive without me. Don't forget that I was there when all of this started happening to you. And they may not know about me yet, but they will sooner or later. It's gonna happen. So, you don't need to keep bringing this up. I'm with you all the way."
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Post by Elli on Feb 8, 2011 22:34:12 GMT -6
Tria smiled to herself, yes she regretted pulling her friend down into this cruel life; but at the same time she could not let her friend live a lie. She sat up and gave her friend a reassuring smile.
"I know, I know, it's just... I don't know, I feel like you shouldn't be doing this. But I also know that what needs to be done cannot be done alone." She jumped up and balanced on one foot, looking up at the unpolluted sky. "It's just- nice to hear that reassurance, that this is what you really want." Tria knew that she was constantly bringing that subject up. She had a feeling that next time she did so, it would result in a slap to the face and the same exact lecture as before.
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Post by Daeiel on Feb 9, 2011 11:55:40 GMT -6
He gave the appearance of Peace.
His feet were on the table, sandals off, shades on. He was in shorts and a brightly colored shirt, a fake cigarette dangling nonchalantly from his lips. The gun was in his pocket, his eyes behind the sunglasses wide and alert, searching for the least amount of noise.
It was a pleasant evening, to say the least. Most evenings were pleasant in this time of Peace. No clouds dotted the orange-purple sky, no traces of humidity, even in late summer. A few fireflies sparkled in the hedges, a few smokeless torches illuminated cheerful, quiet garden parties. It was Serene, Sincere.
Except for that dragon.
He was looking for her, or anything close to her. Any girls, really, who behaved as if all was not well (when they knew perfectly well that it was). He had no semblance of her whereabouts, only vague guesses that she could be in this area. It didn't matter.
He was here to chase a dragon, after all, and chases often took longer than originally planned.
Then he saw it.
A slight rustling of the bushes.
He heard it.
A faint noise of creaking leather and whispered talk.
Tossing his false cigarette into the trash, he grabbed his gun and began moving in.
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Post by Hayleigh on Feb 9, 2011 15:27:35 GMT -6
Abigail smiled at her best friend and hugged her. "Don't worry about me." After a few seconds passed, she got right down to business. "Okay, what are we doing now. They have wanted posters up of you. We have to be more careful now."
The breeze outside felt nice. If Abigail didn't know the truth, then she would say that the world did seem peaceful. She could live in it, but living in a lie didn't feel right in her mind.
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Post by Elli on Feb 9, 2011 22:25:34 GMT -6
Tria nodded, "Yes. We should probably get a plan created. One that keeps us off the burner." She jumped off of the rock and and started to walk toe-to-toe in a straight line, arms out as if to balance herself.
"We should probably lay low for now, you know, until we can find some others that support our cause. Surely there are others who have seen the truth like we have. All we have to do is find out where they hiding out at." Tria gave a short laugh as she turned back around to face Abby. "You know, because that shouldn't be too hard."
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Post by Daeiel on Mar 8, 2011 16:57:20 GMT -6
The scent was nearly overpowering.
It was a newer addition to the Tranquility Corps, the ability to smell violence. It smelled acrid, foul, like broken batteries or junkyards. Neither such things existed, of course. Peace had no room for refuse.
He could smell the violence oozing from this girl's entire being, yet he could not see her gun. This was a good thing, he figured, perhaps she did not have one. Perhaps this dragon was physically, if not pyschologically, harmless. However, it is a common misconception that something which appears harmless is actually so. It was a misconception under which he did not wish to fall. This dragon was going down. He was chasing it there.
He loaded his needle with the glass cartridge, the dark liquid swirling as he did so. The cartridge popped in with a muted 'clink!', before he pointed the needle at the dragon, poised to chase it.
And then something unexpected happened.
There were two of them.
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Post by Hayleigh on Mar 13, 2011 22:13:07 GMT -6
Abigail nodded at Tria's plan. "Yeah, laying low sounds like a good idea, but can you do it this time?" She recalled the last time when they first started hiding. Something had happened and Tria had almost gotten them caught and possibly killed.
"I mean, you won't cause another accident will you? I know how you get when someone else is in trouble." She put her hands on her hips to emphasize her point.
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Post by Elli on Mar 14, 2011 20:31:52 GMT -6
Tria grinned, "but you see.... I can't just let someone suffer injustice. It goes against what we're trying to do." Once again Tria turned away from Abigail and placed her hands behind her head, staring up at the sky.
"And you know, technically I didn't start the problem. I just ended it, which kind of goes with the whole 'rebel' thing." She air quoted the word 'rebel' as she spoke.
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