<font color="pink">I am starting this <font color="white">modern day</font> roleplaying adventure. If the response is poor, I'll ask the mods to either delete or lock it within the week or so. </font> [img]smile.gif[/img]

<font color="skyblue">Anyone who is interested may join. Just write yourself into the plot in a sensible way.</font>

<font color="gold">Usual rules: No spamming, no killing-off others' characters and no roleplaying others' characters unless agreed by the owner of the character.</font>

<font color="lightgreen">Since this is based on modern day life, no spells allowed.</font> ;)

<font color="yellow">Lastly, do try not to be a superhero.</font> :D

<font color="yellow">"Hey, don't stand there idling!"</font> ~ The booming voice behind startles her and she spins around, guilt written over her face ~ <font color="lightgreen">"S..sorry, boss."</font> ~ She hurries towards the pile of washed crockery. Grabbing a piece of clean dishcloth, she begins to wipe each plate, careful not to let it drop ~ <font color="silver">When can I ever get out of this demeaning job?</font> ~ Sighing, she places the dried item gently on the table ~ <font color="silver">One day... one day... they'll see...</font>

<font color="yellow">"What a slacker she is..."</font> ~ The grumbling continues, even as she hastily doubles her speed ~ <font color="yellow">"Alright, stop that! Adrianne! Come here! Bring this to Table 12!"</font> ~ Glancing up, she sees the scowling man pointing to a prepared dish. She hurls the dishcloth aside and walks towards the table.

Suddenly, a loud gasp is heard. She turns to see one of the trainees stiffening against the kitchen door. Out of curiousity, she sidles up to him and peers through the glass window.

Two figures are standing up at one of the tables. One holding a steak knife against the throat of the other. Her own hands begin to tremble, as she tries to suppress herself from babbling in fright.

OOC: AWESOME!!!

I always wanted to do this! but was afraid no one wanted to join, lol

posting...

As the slap lands on her shoulder, she jumps and squeals. Before she can turn around, the barrage of irate words assaults her ~ <font color="yellow">"Adrianne! How many times do I have to tell you to get your legs moving?! We pay you good money here, you know... if you don't like it here, just say so! I know of at least a dozen chicks out there who'd love to be in your shoes right now, so you'd better appreciate your good luck and work for it! Now move it, sister!"</font>

As the machine-gun ceases fire, she lets out her breath softly. She glances to the right to see him strutting off imperiously, now barking orders at some other unfortunate victim. Raising her right hand gingerly, she wipes the pellets of saliva from her cheeks ~ <font color="silver">I swear, one day...I'll... </font> ~ Not knowing what she will do, she emits another resigned sigh before returning to the table to collect the dish.

Walking towards the door, her mind suddenly snaps into attention ~ <font color="silver">The scene outside... had it been a figment of my imagination?</font> ~ There is only one way to find out, and she's about to do so.

Inhaling deeply now, she blocks out all other thoughts and pushes the door open with her left hand, balancing the dish on her right with her recently acquired poise. Yet she has gone no more than three steps before she freezes to the spot. Her eyes dilate at the sight before her ~ <font color="silver">It wasn't a dream... it was real... it is real...</font> ~ Her heart thumps crazily, as she continues to perch the dish with her right hand in a daze.

A tall dark man grips a woman across her rib-cage with his left arm, while the steak knife is pressed a little too closely against her pale throat. From the distance, Adrianne's sharp eyes detect the bloodless face of the panic-stricken woman, whose hands hang feebly by her sides ~ <font color="lightblue">"Please... I beg you... let go of me..."</font>

<font color="white">"Shut up!"</font> ~ The man snarls, his words slicing the silence of the room...

ooc : i would like to join but the problem is cant realy follow

Slowly, he caress his lips against the woman's smooth neck. His hands enclosed her frail frame, gently stroke her skin. The dim light flashed, brightened and darkened the small basement.

The two of them on top of an old sofa. Cans and used bottles and other household staff lay scattered, some of them pile up and blocked what little room there is left in the room.

It is cold down here. But it had not affected Albert, as much as it did to Jessica. Her naked body shivered once.

Pulled back, Albert sat up and examined her. Examine, no marvel at her wonderful body, for it helds no warmth in his cold heart. He resisted the urge to lay down beside her and take his feast. But he felt the familiar desire coming from his stomache, the smell of warm flesh and blood burnt him. "When was the last time that I stopped thinking and took this for granted?" He wondered, looking at the woman.

"Maybe the elders are right, eventually, this will come as a second nature." He felt something similar to a shiver running through his spine, an image of other Kindreds stalking the helpless preys in the dark valley or night streets presented in his mind. 'There will be a time,' Kuzura Giovani's words sounded beside his ear 'you will come to understand that you are the Master, and they the herd. They are born to serve, and so serve they shall.' "Herds?" the words echoed in Albert's mind. He'd feel insulted for being called such a name two years ago. That was when he wasn't really the he right now. He was still a mortal, one that still breaths and feels warmth, one that loves.

"Love..." he frowned frustratedly. Albert still remembered what it is like to love, to care and to feel the passion, yet that memory is slipping away from him. Something within him is eating away what little is left in his memory as he lives by day. "Kindred blood" He muttered with a comfirmed face "that must be it." When he tried to recollect what was it like to be a human, he saw a blurry picture, as if it was really someone else.

He remembered the first time he feasted on a helpless child. It was all of a fuzzy memory now, but he remembered feeling guilty afterwards and even that was a broken piece to him. He could barely see the fainting expression and feel the feeling of life slipping away from the child in his hand. "When?" he asked silently "when did I start this 'feasting' without giving a second thought?"

Jessica moaned softly, and turned her body once, anxieous for Albert to continue what she thought to be 'sex'

The dim light flashed, brightened and darkened the room...

ooookay..I'm definetly in the wrong thread here :eek: [img]tongue.gif[/img]
(seriously, it seems interesting, but no thanks ;) )

OOC: I am describing a vampire, if you read carefully

Gerhard had just entered the restaurant when some madman had taken a steak knife and held it to a woman's throat. He was skilled in various forms of martial arts and could easily knock out that guy, but doing so without her getting killed would be a problem....

He knew that he had little time to decide on a course of action.

(OOC: Gerhard is 180cm high, short dark blonde hair, pale skin and slightly thin. Used to be a martial arts instructor, now a hitman for hire, but not one without morals or compassion, however deep those two things might be buried within him.....)

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by 250:
OOC: I am describing a vampire, if you read carefully<hr></blockquote>

I know..it's just that..never mind :D

Character: Larry
Status: Unemployed, living off of parents' extreme wealth.
Marital Status: Single
Age: 26
Abilities: unidentified

<font color="lightblue">On the other end of the resturaunt, eating Chicken Sandwich, Larry sat, now too upset to finish his meal. In front of him was a terrible act of violence being played out, and nobody was soing anything about it. Were the police on their way? Was this guy going to demand money from everyone? Larry hoped not. He was carrying a load of cash on him, and did not want to make his parents angry. HE wished that he could do something for the poor girl, but what? He could bribe the man with a small fortune. The girl he held hostage was cute enough to save. Maybe she would give him a kiss or something. It probably wouldn't work though. This guy seemed rather crazy, and anything that Larry did to draw attention to himself could get him in a similar unlucky situation.
About that time, the waitress taht was supposed to be bringing him his refill on Sprite came out of the back kitchen. She was a bit shocked to see what was going on. Larry knew of nothng that he could do at the moment. He waited to see how things would work out. </font>

Gerhard quickly thought about what he could do, he had a silenced pistol hidden in one of his pockets but he'd prefer not to use it, anyway, shooting the maniac would probably result in the woman's death. He could also take out the madman with his martial arts skills, but again, that would probably result in the woman's death as well..... Nothing for him to do but wait and see what happened....

<font color="white">"Alright, then! Shall we?"</font> ~ He begins to tow the lady, inching his way towards the exit of the restaurant. Dark eyes raking across the room swiftly, he growls ~ <font color="white">"This is between the two of us! So you folks can just mind your own business!"</font> ~ Leaning against the door now, he gives a mighty shove backwards to swing it open and drags the woman out of the room.

<font color="silver">He's gone!</font> ~ With horror, Adrianne finally thaws from her frozen position ~ <font color="silver">And what of the poor lady? Nobody is going to rescue her?!</font> ~ Her hyperactive imagination is already conjuring images of the violence that maniac will inflict on his victim ~ <font color="silver">How can I pretend nothing has happened? I... I can't!</font> ~ Her feet subconsciously tread on to Table 12, her mind still whirling away.

Suddenly, the air rings with the sound of splintering china. Bone china, to be more precise. She recognises the sound... that had been so familiar just weeks ago. But now, she blinks once and the colour drains from her face as she sees the dish spilled all over the floor, mingled with broken fragments of the plate. Shrieking in her ears is a completely distressed matron ~ <font color="pink">"Is this the kind of service I am to expect from an establishment such as this? Look at what you've done to my chiffon gown! And that was an original, too... I demand a compensation! I'll see that you're sacked for this! I demand to see your manager right now!!!"</font>

Cringing before the woman, Adrianne alternates between panic for the hostage and worry for her own livelihood. And now, the ominous footsteps are approaching. She looks up. Just for an instant, the murder in his eyes gleams at her.

<font color="silver">No! I can't take this... not anymore....not after all this commotion...</font> ~ Grasping the back of a nearby chair, she steadies herself.

<font color="yellow">"I am most sorry for this mishap, madam. Allow me to extend the deepest apologies on behalf of the restaurant, and in particular, this young lady."</font> ~ The tone smooth, but did she imagine vicious towards the end? ~ <font color="yellow">"Let me assure you that it won't happen again. Please, if you will come this way, we can arrange for you to have a thorough refund and complimentary next meal..."</font>

Adrianne now chokes, the room is spinning. Staggering towards the exit now, she ignores the puzzled stares of the remaining patrons. Pushing the door open, she runs out. Hearing the indignant cries behind her.

"She is drained" Albert noticed her pale skin, and licked the drop of blood around her neck. It just never felt enough, he sighed frustratingly, the Blood Curse, says the elders Resisting the urge to continue his feast, he worked his tone around the bite. The wound began to mend as he did his work. Blood stopped flowing and the wound now closed.

He sat up and watched unconcious woman. She had volunterrily came to him. Alerbt is a business man in Wall Street. Trading stocks is his job, through his secretories and brokers. That is his identity, his coverage. Jessica, the young secretory of this promising business man, wanted more than a secure job at Albert's company. She surely knows how to use her good looking to achieve a better life, but she doesn't know, and she wouldnt even believe, what Alerbt truely is.

Albert is a vampire. He belonged to the Clan Giovani, the Clan of Death. In fact, his whole business firm is only a tiny portion of the Giovani Clan's enterprise. Being a member of the Giovani is something more than simply being a vampire. The fact that a Giovani is feared even among his own Kindred sat well in his mind. When you have power, Albert thought, it brings security. The more the better, Alerbt smiled. Then he trembled as a hint of fear clinged his mind: he has no idea to what extends does his Clan's power reach. He guessed there isnt many even among the Elders know. Being in a power machine also meant you just might be someone's next conspirocy steppingstone, anyone's.

He sighed. There is no love in this life, no love, no warmth, no compassion, no joy, except the pleasure of tasting blood, He thought, the price paid for immortal. And there is still remorse, loneliness, sorrow, and fear. Yes, fear, admit it or not. Even among the ancientest elder, they know fear. Not the fear of mortal, but the fear of all other bad things combined. That is what the power is for, isnt it? Albert wondered, to keep fear in check.

Closing his eyes, he leaned on his back. A beautiful face surfaced in his mind. He was surprised that he still remembered her. A slight, only slight, warmth surged through his heart. He froze in place as he recognized the feeling, something that has been lost from him for way too long. Why do I still remember you? he shivered

Adrianne

Adrianne

Why she is running, she has no idea. Perhaps it is the fear of being caught up with by Sam. Her boss. But as she continues on her sprint now, her thoughts are channelling back to the couple who had left the restaurant just a minute ago. Well... not exactly a couple. But certainly a man and woman.

Sweeping her gaze across the horizon, she sees that she has lost them ~ <font color="silver">I do hope the lady will be able to escape. Somehow.</font> ~ Finding herself panting furiously, she gradually slows to a brisk walk, secure in the knowledge that the restaurant is several blocks away.

As she rounds the corner of a building, she suddenly halts in her steps. Looking up, she recognises the classy look and feel of the exterior. And the name simultaneously crashes against her mind.

<font color="silver">Albert...</font>

Clarice

What a mistake it had been to meet Arthur for dinner! Oh, his words had been so sincere and honourable. ~ <font color="white">Just to meet up, for old times' sake... surely you wouldn't deny me of your company, Clarice?</font> ~ And the damnable cajolling tone of his voice had been put to good use. Meeting at the restaurant had been his idea. Just like old times. He wanted to relive the past for just one evening. Or so he had claimed. His brutal attacks on her five years ago still rest painfully in her memory, even as he places the knife against her throat.

Now, feeling his muscular arm clamping around her ribcage almost suffocating her, she can feel the underlying currents flowing from his mind to hers ~ <font color="white">One false step, and you'll never survive this day.</font> ~ If not for the fact that fear preoccupies her mind, she would be marvelling at how well he looks after these years ~ <font color="pink">I wonder where he has been all this while...</font>

As if in answer to her thoughts, he whispers against her ears ~ <font color="white">"Forgive me for frightening you like that, Clarice. But I have no choice... you just weren't willing to listen. Promise to listen to me now, and I... I won't do it again."</font> ~ His silky smooth voice is at play again, and her heart sinks ~ <font color="pink">What else can I do?</font> ~ <font color="pink">"I...I promise."</font> ~ She stammers, darting glances about, hoping for someone to respond. But the other patrons in the restaurant might as well be guppies, opening their mouths in horror but doing little else. She tries once again ~ <font color="pink">"P...Please... I beg you... let me go."</font> ~ His grip tightens and he snaps ~ <font color="white">"Shut up!"</font>

He is no fool, and knows his time is running out. Hauling her along, he moves towards the exit with incredible grace and speed. Suddenly murmuring to her ~ <font color="white">"I've found the answer to our dreams, Clarice. I've found a treasure map."</font>

And then, before she knows it, he has shouted his piece to the remaining patrons and pulled her out of the restaurant with him.

OOC: Mistral, I suppose that building Adrianne saw is where Albert used to live in. With a new identity, he had left all there was about him behind.

IC: (the second night)
Looking down below the southern downtown Mamhaton, he leaned slightly on the grounded window glass. His office is specially designed which a unholed wall could be remotely brought down at any time, a protection against the hellish sunlight. Though it bloked the inferno fire, it serves only a meager proctection to block the fear of such. He narrowed his eyes, the thought of sunlight unsettled him a little. He used to have a life like that then... a life beneath the sunlight, until he was chosen to enter the Dark Embrace. He couldn't remember what it was like, sometimes it felt as if it was another person's life, as if he was looking at a pictorial fiction with someone else running the story. Was that really me? Albert thought, then there is always the itchy feeling in my heart. Though it seems to grow weaker by day.

Albert sometimes wonder what is the true difference between a vampire and a mortal. What lies in their heart that seperate the two species? For was not a vampire transformed from a mortal being? Then what happened at the moment of such transaction that essentially changed one into another?

And then there are the Elders, Albert thought. If there are anyone more "vampire" than himself, those are the ones. The ageless ancients are among the most merciless vile creatures he'd ever seen. Perhaps one can descendent into deeper darkness long after he thinks he reached the end. Power, he thought, looking down at his own muscled arms, at least I have power. Kuzura's, his Sire, words rang again beside his ear, <center>

"We are
the Lord of the Humanity,
the Master of the Beast,
the Ruler of the World.
Bow to no man,
no prince,
no god,
except your Sire and
your Sire's Sire and
your Sires afore."</center>

"I am an immortal." Albert looked at the lighted streets downbelow and repeated the phrase "I am an immortal..."

In the mirror, he vaguely saw a woman's saddened, grief filled face. Blinking, he thought it was an illumination, perhaps a trick played by his mind, but at that moment, he had hoped he really saw her...

Adrianne

Gerhard watched as the maniac dragged off the woman and the waitress ran off. He'd rather lost his appetite after this little episode and walked outside again, he pulled a small slip of paper from his pocket and looked at the name written upon it, "Albert", the name of his latest job.

He'd been approached at night by some rather suspicious-looking persons who'd given him the general area in which this "Albert" could be found and what his job was. So far Gerhard had had little luck with locating him at a time and in a location in which he could end his life, he briefly wondered why they'd given him a wooden stake when he accepted the job and told him to hammer it through Albert's heart when he had killed him, what did they think this "Albert" was? A vampire? He almost laughed at the idea, there were no such things as vampires.

He walked calmly down the street towards the airport, Albert was supposedly in New York. He looked around him as he walked, his trained senses picking up almost everything, there were many who'd love to pay him back for some of the things he'd done so he had to stay alert at all times.

As Gerhard passed by a side street, which he glanced down casually, he saw the waitress from the restaurant standing a short way down it, she stood still, apparently having stopped in mid-step, he wondered if she was perhaps being threatened by thugs or something of the like. He headed down the street towards her just in case she needed help.

<font color="lightgreen">
~Outside of the resturaunt, the police were already there, and had surrounded the place. One of the customers inside had caled 9-1-1 in thier Cellphone. As the man with the woman walks out into public, the police are all there, pointing their guns at the man. A helicopter looms overhead with a sniper hanging out of the window. They had him on all sides. The backdoor in the kitchen produced more police that ran into the building incase the killer wanted to try and go back in for hostage reasons, or if he had an accomplice. The policeman standing closest to the pair sceams, "Drop the knife and step away from the woman...NOW damnit!"</font>

OOC: did Mistral specify the location of the restaraunt? if not, lets say it is at Atlanta. and Albert is at New York.

IC:
"Thomas, cancel all my scheduals tomorrow and two days after that. Book me a round trip ticket to Atlanta, I am leaving in an hour." Putting down the phone, he began to ponder the wisdom in his impulsiveness. I must see her. he sat silently but why? to what ends? He stroke his short mustache above his lips up and down. Why must I see her?

It is something about his past. He knew. He needed desperately to know that part of himself once more, and to learn what he has truely become. but why her? His eyebrows twisted together, whats so special about this woman? Perhaps he should just order his ghouls to bring him some freshly caught flesh and enjoy the warm blood for the next few days.

No, he decided. There is perhaps infinity ahead of him, but his patience is definitely not infinity. Time is slipping away from him.

Picking up his cellar-phone, he stared at the keypedal for a moment, then typed the unique area code: ##*

There are area codes of all kinds, but no one, at least mortal, on earth possess the area code combination of "#" and "*". This is another thing make Albert particularly proud about being a Giovani.

Not the self-righteous Ventures, not the artistic Toreadors, not the punk Brujas, not the grusome Nosferatu, not the monsterous Gangrel, not the insane Malkavian, not the trickery Ravnos, not the sorcery Tremere, not the treacherous Lasombra, not the mysterious Setites, not the murderous Assamites nor the reblious Tzmisces, not single one of these Clans possessed the wealth that the Giovani possessed. Rooting back to Venice, the merchant princes of Giovani had cumulated treasures beyond ages. Right now, replacing stashs of gold is the stock portfolios. This is what I am good at, Albert thought with a smile, a small sense of secureness seized him briefly. But he knew far better than being fooled by this false illusion. "There is no secureness" He mumbled, remembering the words of his Sire yet again "There shall always be Jyhad fought among the ranks of Kindred, such is the curse, the Curse of Uriel: Forever thou (Caine's) Childe shalt plot and fight amongst themselves."

Bringing his thoughts back, he put down his cellarphone... perhaps secretive would be my best ally, he thought, there is no need to inform the Prince. The less people know my whereabout, the better...

After that, he picked up the phone once again "Thomas? You booked the ticket yet? Ok, good. I also want one round ticket to San Francisco, yes, and another round ticket to Boston, also I want another ticket to Phoenix, all depart in an hour." After that, he hang up his phone, and began searching more wisdom in the unbreachable darkness...

OOC: by the way
Thomas is a ghoul, sustained by Albert's blood to stay on his feet 24 hours per day. He is Albert's personal servant. Thomas looks just like a normal humanbeing, except he has immensive strength: 18/50 (as all ghouls do) ghouls are highly resistance to pain, but not immune. When they lose too much blood, they will feel pain (and hunger)

in every other aspect, Thomas just looks like a human being. Kindred with Auspex activated can detect a ghoul (or a vampire) from a mortal.

In sense of AD&D, I suppose an aural detecting ability can do the same work

OOC>>>I thought this was to be a non-science fictional RPG...
oh well...not my game to be whining.

OOC: which part does it showed ultra-space-alien-starship science? :D

I mean, dont myth exist in morden days? well... if my character seriously damages the game... then I will change.

but seriously, there is a Jyhad fighting among vampires. Albert is simply a neonate, a steppingstone of others' treachery while he is struggling to find (or give up) his past. :D

anyone want to try a vampire?

a poetic Toreador? perhaps a rebellion brute Bruja? or a self-righteous Venture?

I have a completely system here, the vampires are not overpowered. (they use machine guns :D ) it is the dark intriguing roleplay fascinates me the most

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by 250:
anyone want to try a vampire?
<hr></blockquote>

(OOC: Feel free to give Gerard the bite that will change him..... By the way, I edited my last post a bit to reflect the fact that Albert is in New York and the restaurant is in Atlanta.)

Adrianne

Sensing the eyes of other pedestrians on her, she begins to feel rather foolish for gaping at a building like that ~ That happened donkey years ago. ~ she reminds herself, experiencing yet another knot in her heart ~ I wonder what happened to him...

He will never know the many sleepless nights she endured after his sudden departure on that fateful day. She had almost wept herself blind, so great was her love for him. Still is, for him. Sure, others had told her to "move on". But how could she, when there was no closure? If he had perhaps explained a little as to why he had to leave, she would have felt better. As it is, she is still wondering to this day whether it was something she had done, that had offended him so grossly as to leave without a word.

Back to reality. ~ Cold, harsh reality. And her future is now bleak again. ~ I need to find another job. ~ Her eyes close momentarily in resignation ~ I must never refer to that restaurant again. No other company in Atlanta would want to hire me after this fiasco. ~ The words of Sam are still echoing in her mind.

With a sigh, she turns and begins trudging towards her little apartment a few streets away from the building that had stirred up a thousand emotions and memories.

Seeing that the woman was all right, Gerhard continued his walk towards the airport, he arrived after ten minutes of walking and went inside to get tickets for the next flight to New York. Once he got there he would soon find Albert, he had enough contacts in most major cities to be able to do so.

OOC>>> Larry, your post does not quite follow my last one on Clarice :( They were supposed to appear as a normal couple, since he has chucked the knife aside already. And they were walking along the streets as if window-shopping.

Now I've got to change the script a bit or totally remove the post! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Let me think about this... hmm... [img]graemlins/1ponder.gif[/img]

OOC>>> Edited the last post. It's now almost beyond recognition [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img]

IC>>>

Clarice

As they emerge from the restaurant, the cacophony blasts their ears. A helicopter hovering above, police pouring out of the restaurant just seconds after, the surroundings filled with armed men. She darts a glance towards the helicopter to see a sniper ready to fire ~I can't believe this is happening...

Arthur's muscles tense further, as he continues to hold the knife against her throat. Swiftly, his other hand releases her from the grip, only to whip out a pistol from his pocket with amazing alacrity. Now he unlocks the trigger from its safety position and places the end of the barrel against her left temple.

<font color="white">"You drop your guns, or this woman goes!"</font> ~ To prove his point, he presses the trigger to that critical position where a further movement would blow the brains out of her.

OOC: dont mean to sound apathy, but it is really funny, lol

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by 250:
OOC: dont mean to sound apathy, but it is really funny, lol<hr></blockquote>


OOC>> I tell you, my heart's still broken [img]graemlins/crying.gif[/img] and all you do is laugh?? ;)

Larry, when you get back in 5 days' time... you owe me yet another! [img]tongue.gif[/img]

Btw, 250 - Couldya let me know if you intend to drop Osprey over at Hazardous Times? It's not a problem; I just need to clear any unnecessary messes up :D

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.