OOC: Osprey is stuck at that thread. I need inspiration! I cannot find a possible way to get him out of the trouble.... grrrrrrrrrrrrr

OOC>>> Ahh... that explains the drought at your end [img]graemlins/biglaugh.gif[/img] Never mind, take your time. I will not send them to their premature deaths in swapped bodies then. [img]graemlins/hehe.gif[/img] :D

IC>>>

<font color="white">Clarice

As the tension intensifies, she feels herself almost swooning to her feet. But the feel of the blade against her throat and the pistol against her temple compels her to stay alert.</font>


<font color="yellow">OOC>>> To all - I will be at home over the next 2 days, which means extremely pathetic connections. It'll be a miracle if I can even get into the Online RPG main page, much less post in the threads. <font color="lightgreen">If you can develop the plot on your own, go ahead! Drag my characters if need be... do what you like!</font> I will try to catch up with you all as often as possible, without my PC crashing :D </font>

OOC- (well, sorta..) is it ok if i join? ^_^ As for 250's question, whether anyone will be a vampyre, Skye's going to be something along those lines, cept she's not going to have much memory of what happened in her past, so she won't remember her "true self" ^_^ (hint, hint)
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IC- Holding the book in front of her face, in which lay a comic book(^_^), Skye tried to block out all the thoughts filtering through her mind, while unconciously avoiding running into anything.
*memory*- darkness was everywhere, flowing around her. She could hear others nearby, and sense them. She shivered as somone lay a cold, pale hand on her arm
*memory*- She was in an apartment, light streaming in through the sliding glass door to the balcony. She was looking out the window, onto the street far below. A black feather floated down to the floor, as a cloud floated by overhead
*memory*- the world was so far below, she didn't know if she was dreaming or awake. Her heart raced, as cool frost clung to her from the clouds. Too cold. She freezed up, as pain shot through her back, burning. She plummeted to the spinning earth, as a piercing shriek filled the air.
*memory*- darkness again. And the cold pale hand, reaching out. She tried to grab it, reaching out for it, something to steady the darkness. The hand dropped away, and she fell in deeper, the darkness clinging and choking her, her lungs burning for air....*
Skye abruptly ran into a telephone pole, knocking herself over. "Oww..." she whined, clutching her nose, which had been so rudely bumped into the large wooden post. She got back up, and after dusting herself off, picked up her book and stowed it in her school satchel. She continued walking, still perturbed(sp?) by the strange images that had previously been filling her head. She sighed aloud. "You know, Amanda was right (some random friend of Skye's). This must be coming from all those fantasy books and games you read, not to mention those comic books. It's just not healthy for ya! You should go find a job, and stop reading and doing things that you know will not help your over-active imagination." Skye suddenly blushed, as some people about her in the street gave her amused and strange looks. 'Eeep, I was talking out loud to myself again,' she thought, embarrassed. 'You see? That's what all this is doing to you. You're going crazy, insane I tell ya! What you could use,' Skye thought with satisfaction, 'Is a milkshake, and a newspaper. Newspapers may have wacky events, but at least they'll be REAL events.'
Later...
Skye found herself having that milkshake, but with an issue of Animerica (something im obsessed with, dont ask ^_^;; ) instead of a newspaper. Resigning to her fate, she sipped at her milkshake as she excitedly read the latest.
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OOC- Is this good? I tried to incorporate RL (with some of my own obsessions incorporated in, of course ^_~) with the dark sci-fi that 250 brought up. I'll change it if it's off...

OOC: cool, we can awalys fit a new pawn into the scheming of the Elders :D

check your PM about being a vampire. not that my system rules, but rather for consistency's sake

the system is adopted from Vampire: the Masqurade

EDIT: oooops, you are not a vampire! grrrr.... :D my bad

The thick sour moisture air near the John Kenedy (sp?) International Airport is especially stinky at the hot summer night. Albert, dressed in black windcloak, grey jacket and pants, stepped out of the taxi. He had not taken his usual Lemonsiune, (sp?) too easy to be tracked down, he thought. Glancing about, he took time to examined the suspicious crowd around him. His sunglasses served well to cover his preying eyes. He spotted a Kindred far down the tunnel, perhaps a Toreador or Venture judging by his fine stylish dress and graceful manner. Albert's hearing is many times that of human, so naturally he heard the Kindred to be traveling on a different plane. Breathing little easier, Albert looked around each shadow once more, made sure no one was following him then headed towards the Airport's hallway.

He waited patiently in the line for boarding pass. Yes, he could use his innate ability to bypass any security posed here, but such action could evoke dangerous, and often unpredictable result. There are just simply too many watchful eyes here. Albert wants to risk nothing. Thus he took grateful steps to the TWA counter and presented his ticket: FL2331 from New York to San Francisco

He smiled to the counter woman as he took his boarding pass.

Next, he exchanged his ticket to Boston in United Airline, then to Phoenix in South West. He had order Thomas to cancel the ticket for Atlanta. It is unneccessary to reveal my destination, he decided back in his office.

Instead going through security checkpoint, he headed towards the elevator, stopped a security guard on his way. "How may I help you, Sir?" The hispanic security guard asked with a professional courtesy. Albert looked at the man's blue eyes, and locked stare for a good five seconds, then said slowly "Surely you would accompany me downstairs, would you? I am just going through a routine check before the plane takes off." He had focused on the man's mind, and took little effort to breach through the undiscplined mortal defense. He vividly convinced the security guard that he is a technician doing his job...

The two went through the authorized area with little trouble, and arrived just outside the plane that is taking off to Atlanta. "Thank you, gentleman." Albert smiled nonthreatenly "I'd appreciate your effort more if you mention this to no one, better yet, this had never happened. After all, why would you blabbering to your colleague about a technician doing his job?" The security guard nodded many agreements, and left the 'technician' to do his work.

Albert remained in the darkness for somewhat like 30 seconds, considering his next course of action. Of course, he could use the same trick on the workers, but is there such a need? Slipping silently into the thick shadow, he approached the cargo room with predatory grace.

The two workers never even realized anything except a quick blushing of wind beside them. Now hidden in the plane's cargo, Albert sat very still. The small luggages filled plane cargo is no more comfortable for a Kindred than any other Kine (Kine = human). He took some comfort in the fact that this trip is going to be very short, and relaxed somewhat in the darkness.

The plane took off...

OOC>>> Welcome, Skye (hope u don't mind me calling you that) [img]graemlins/happywave.gif[/img] Alright, everyone - keep posting, I tell ya! I wanna see action, even if I'm not involved :D

IC>>>
Adrianne

As she enters her apartment, she slams the door shut and locks it right away. Looking down at her pants, she realises to her horror that she is still wearing an apron from that loathsome restaurant! Her cheeks redden as she remembers the funny stares thrown in her direction earlier ~ Good grief! What a fool I've made of myself! And on two occasions within a single day, too! I need a break.

Flinging herself onto the sofa-bed, she stretches out, her hands wavering as they almost touch the telephone. ~ Should I or should I not? ~ In truth, she has seldom called anyone all this while. Pride has kept her impulses in check; it will never do to let others know how she had been so unceremoniously dumped and the subsequent downward spiral of her career.

From a secretary down to a temporary worker at the restaurant. And this last job had been given based on her looks, too... it is far too depressing for her. She closes her eyes, trying to blot out the wave of pessimism threatening to drown her.

"It's all Albert's fault." ~ She whispers in self-consolation ~ "If only he would come back. Everything would be the same again. I know it."

But he is not coming back. ~ The heartless jerk.

As he walked out of the Hartsfield International Air Port, (Atlanta, GA), Albert took more than a passing interest from beneath his sunglass on a Kine that walked him by. This one walks with reflexive steps and strong balance, he noticed, something yet unusual among the Kines. He quickly marked down the man's features, then vanished into the crowds.

"Oak Drive" He ordered the taxi driver as he slipped into the car silently. "Wow, cousin! don't scare me like that next time, alright?" The black man protested as he suddenly noticed the new passenger in his car. "Anyway, Oak Drive" He turned on the timer as he drove.

"Yo, what you do man?" the black driver asked, quickly turned back "yo mind me smoking?"

Albert shook his head and shurgged... not that the smokes matters to his lung. The fact that he has to remind himself to breath became tiresome. Didn't bother to answer the question, Albert sat in the taxi quietly, watching the sights passing by. He tried to collect an image of the past

A strange nostolgia feeling clinged his heart as he watched the car passing the Circus styled buildings near Victoria Ln. All these buildings seemed so strangely familiar, yet they felt so distance at the same time. Trying hard to put some clues together, Albert cluncthed his fist tight.

"If the feelings I experience from these buildings are indeed reflections of my past" he thought "then I must have lived around this area before." Lowering the window down a little, he sniffed the cool air, wind blushed against his brown hair wildly. He watched his clock, still five or six hours before the dawn breaks.

"Yo, what do you do man?" The black driver asked again, trying to struck a conversation "You look like someone work in the government, am I right? oh com'on bro, tell me what you do man?" He continued talking as Albert lost in thought

Finally the taxi arrived Oak Drive. Slowly, Albert mentioned the driver to pull over. His eyes locked on the grey walled apartment building, green brick tops, grasses roughly fixed, low bushs around the sideways. Several pieces of paper flew about, untended. A small wind blew pass the road and clouds covered the night moon. Still, Albert's vision sees everything clearly. He almost saw himself driving up to the sideway, and parking his car near the only pinetree. Then he'd went to the trunck, and took out the grossories, with a content smile on his face, and walked up to the third floor and knocked on 316. And, he thought, continuously picturing himself, and he'd be welcomed by a wonderful young woman who bores a happy smile that seems to melt the coldest snow.

Sitting in the car for a long moment, Albert didn't even flinch. The black driver turned to examine the strange passenger, and asked curiously "yo, bro, this is the place? that's $35.00" He quickly turned off the timer that showed in truth $27.35, thinking that Albert had not noticed his little secret. Still in the trance of the past, Albert stepped out of the car. "HEY! yo! where is your money!" The black driver shutted up quickly as a one hundred dollar bill was handed to him by a ghastly hand. Sitting there for a long moment, his jaws hang open, he didn't even notice the fast and subtle hand movement! "When did he give me the money?" he stared at the unbelievable $100 bill lay in front of him and honestly wished that he should of asked for more. "this is crazy man, this is crazy!" he didn't touch the money, instead he looked out and called to the stranger "hey! you want chan..." the words stuck in his mouth as the stranger was nowhere to be found, as if he vanished into the darkness.

A shiver ran through his spine, the black driver grabbed the one hundred dollar bill and threw some unintelligible curses "■■■■ this @#$@$#" he drove the car away as fast as he could...

Standing in the shadow, Albert watched apartment in wonder. Memories seemed to be flooding back to him, all those pleasent, familiar moments. and her touchs, Albert closed his eyes and took a deep breath, even as an undead, that feeling still sent a surge of warmth through his vein.

Then something struck him. Something was amiss. He felt it, but he couldn't figure out what was missing. Something in his memories just don't piece together, no matter how perfect this whole picture makes sense to him, something just didn't seem right. "Maybe this seems too normal" Albert thought "too makes sense to make any sense."

He shook his head, part of him was relieved to retrive this past, while part of him was disappointed by the unexciting life he had. "This is not it" he muttered "this just seems too simple"

Sighing, he looked up. The room is lighted... 316...

Adrianne

"This is ridiculous!" ~ She suddenly announces into the stillness of the room ~ "I really ought to 'move on' with my life... whatever that means."

Swinging her feet off the sofa, she crosses over to the hi-fi stereo system placed on the long, waist-high shelves (another of his suggestions which she had accepted so easily as if she had been breathing). Well, thank goodness for technology, that she has discarded the previous stereo system - a Christmas gift from him about seven years ago. ~ I miss him. ~ The pang stays in her heart, and seems that it never will leave.

Angrily, she jams her finger on the Play button and there is a whirling sound as the compact disc player registers the presence of her Moulin Rouge soundtrack. With further vehemence, she turns on the volume to maximum loudness and begins screaming and gyrating to the song of "Lady Marmalade"...

Why had he ran to the florist, he had no idea. But he knew the old grummpy man wasn't happy. Not that he cared, a dark smiled crossed his mind as an image of sucking the life blood ... no! He forcefully subdued the idea. Somehow he knew he shouldn't do that, not at this moment, not right here.

The old man grumbled unhappily "$45.00 for the daisy banquet (sp?) and another $20 for waking my old bones up this late, you ghost!" Albert almost laughed, the old man would never suspect how ironic his statement truely was. Tossing down another one hundred dollar bill, Albert vanished as the old man picked up the money just in time to see his customer had disappeared on him. He fell back in his chair, one hand helding his startled heart "oh lord... where did he go?"

316, he stared at the number and lost in thought. He raised his hand, trying to knock on the door. The angelic smile'd appear and welcome him, he almost believed. Then he shook his head, and put down his hand, no, no, no, what if it is not "her"? What if ... he couldn't bear to think

what am I thinking?? he thought angrily. why do I even care now?? the words struck him like a thunder. yeah, why do I even care now? this seemed like all new to him, but all so familiar! before he came back, all he remembered was her name and, admitingly, her face, nothing more. everything else seemed like a void, but why he is having all these memories back right now and right here?

Some what buffled, he knocked on the door. Once.... he waited patiantely, then twice... then thrice... Finally, something tickled on the otherside. The door swung open, it is her!

Albert stared into her deep azure blue eyes, mind working fast. I am NOT here. After a long moment slipped by, he slowly put the vase of daisies in her hand, and gentley enclosed her hands around the banquet. With light a sigh, he stepped into her room. Now you may move.

There was no smile on her face...

OOC: this is a command which the vampire forces a target to accept that the vampire is not present, and she would not see the vampire even if the vampire stood in front of her. It lasts until the vampire dispels it or make a hostile action.

Mistral: check your PM please [img]smile.gif[/img]

Wha... what happened? ~ Her azure blue eyes narrow as she recalls the brief moment when she had almost been struck paralysed by lightning. Absently, she looks down... and almost drops the vase and bouquet in fright as she finds them in her hands.

I could've sworn there wasn't a delivery man who brought these... ~ Hurriedly, she places the items on the table and runs out to check the corridor. Empty. This is strange. Very strange. ~ Well... perhaps I was mistaken. ~ Hastily, she takes a step back, slams the door shut and locks it once more.

Sitting herself on the sofa-bed now, she begins to examine the flowers. Daisies... only he would have known she loved them. ~But he will never come back... never have anything to do with me again... or will he? ~ Checking once more, she confirms that there are no messages attached. So who could the flowers have been from?

With a puzzled frown, she leans back onto the sofa, wondering how to figure this out.