Post by J e e c o . on Mar 31, 2010 9:10:46 GMT 7
It's a shit box, sky box, sex box kinda world ,
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Lucky if you float, wade and stream !
xxLucky if you float, wade and stream !
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]Listening to: On My Way ;;Billy Boy on Poison.
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These characters are mine. Later on, however, they won't be. I don't think I'd need -- or want -- to put any background insights on all characters, because they're a lot and they're all from roleplay forums and stuff...so yeah. The HASSLE. D:
It's like Silence of the Lambs or something. Definitely Resident Evil though, but with the way things are going, Alexis might eventually turn the whole thing into a Silent Hill nightmare.
Yipee.
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The beeping of machines is what wakes Vino from his deep slumber, and as he does so his head is assailed by a familiar stinging; he clutches at his temples, a hiss of pain slipping his lips, as a sort of mechanical feminine voice reached his ears. Perplexed, for he did not exactly create anything besides human beings, he turns to where the girl is, and finds a female humanoid machine standing over him. She is fairly beautiful; silky black hair envelops her elegantly as she bends over him, a curtain of some type; her face is fairly robotic, complete with nodes and lines tracing both her cheeks (perhaps to symbolize where here skin there is attached), with wide gaping eyes full of analytical comprehension, and lips full and obviously crafted to look elegant that way. Vino watches the robot peer at him, and realizes that she is most dutifully ignoring him, instead observing the various wires now plugged into the back of his head.
And also, with noticing the said wires on his nape, does he feel the discomfort of it all.
“Can I pull those out now? It’s starting to hurt.” He says, not exactly demanding, but implying nevertheless.
“Right.” She says, voice fairly mechanic as well. “Memory Analysis Complete. You’re all in one piece. Exiting program in three-“
“Oh fuck it all-“ his hands find the group of wires connecting him to the computer, those bothersome wires.
“Two-“
And as he pulls them off, the sound of static and electricity dancing off disconnected cables surrounds the room.
The robot nurse glares at him, putting her hands on her full mechanical hips. “-One. You couldn’t wait a second more, now could you, mister Vino Stanfield?”
“Why should I?” He drops the hissing wires by his side, momentarily watching them wriggle around like snakes. “I wouldn’t have died, even if it were dangerous as you say.”
He stands, then, and stretches his aching muscles. His nape feels rather sour, and he reaches back a hand to feel what is wrong there and finds an open wound, and he tips his head in confusion. “You stick those things there?”
The robot girl moves around the room, still not looking at him. “The wires you violently pulled out have small nano-vein connections within them. I cleaned out the wound so that the blood cannot hinder the process.”
“Damn,” curses Vino under his breath. “This is why I hate technology. It’s really freaking me out.” And as he says this he sees the identification pin on the front of the robot girl’s uniform, and reads her name out loud. “Martha.”
Martha simply raises her eyebrows at him. “And Vino. Your solipsism disgusts me.”
The male looks at her face, and visibly frowns at her. “No one asked you.”
“ And you are narcisstic at that, and hedonistic.”
“Hey hey hey.” He is rubbing his temples now, seemingly bothered and annoyed. “I didn’t come here to be nursed back to health by a backbiting robot.” The nerve of his imaginations sometimes, bringing him into situations he had no desire to take part in. Why did he even think of supplying the school with robots instead of real predictable people? “And besides, there are more things of greater importance. For one, how is the boy?”
Martha makes a disgusted face, as if she can only think of the very worst of what Vino can do to Alexis- and perhaps she is right about that. “He is asleep in the other room, Vino. And although he is healing quite remarkably well, I’d rather you not wake him. He needs plenty of rest.” And here she shakes her head. Vino raises his eye brows at that, slightly amused. If only she knew what happened.
But he does not let himself dwell upon that thought; after all, there are more important things at hand right now. He does not have the time to reminisce about the other day. He looks at the window nearest to him and sees the darkening skies, and a sick sort of feeling grips him. Something terrible is going to happen. He can taste it in the air. He fists the bed sheets beneath him before standing up, realizing with a bit of a frown that he’s not fully recovered the strength of his legs yet, but he manages to stand nevertheless. Martha only looks at him, anticipating his next move.
He glances at her, briefly, before turning his attention to the door he knew Alexis would be behind. “May I visit him?”
Silence stretches between the two beings, as if the question were something incredibly appropriate to be asked about, or something (and coincidently it is, but Vino does not care about this). Martha only sighs as she bends to take some important papers from a nearby desk; and she only speaks once her back is fully turned and her other hand is upon the door knob of another room. “You may. But for the love of God, Vino, please don’t eat the child.” And she says this with such contempt that at one point Vino almost believes she isn’t fully robotic at all, but it is brief, this misconception.
Only once the woman leaves the room does he walk towards the Alexis’ quarters, and he flings the door open almost unceremoniously when he does. He finds the child sleeping peacefully upon his own bed, looking, for once, to be undisturbed by anything at all (and for a moment Vino smiles).
The light from within the room he had left open casts a somewhat angelic light upon the younger boy’s sleeping form, highlighting the most palest of skin, marred by bandages and casts because of wounds only Vino could have done upon him. And in all truth, it really is Vino’s fault, but that thought doesn’t really bother him much. In fact, it even pleases Vino to some begrudging extent, because his inflicted wounds only could mean one thing: that Alexis is his, and not Raiden’s (and will never be, to his ultimate satisfaction). Alexis is forever doomed to be his.
He does not approach the sleeping figure, however. Not yet. Instead he leans upon the side of the doorway, eyes serious and in deep-thought. He has been a firm solipsist almost all his life now; he never made it up. It came to him, bit by bit. At first he never really knew, but that was when he was still a child- and a whole lot had he not known, that time! Things came and went, and gradually he understood his ever unmoving existence among the faceless crowds of humanity, and the gravity of his being supreme- and well, that was when he knew it was his duty to move them, to control them, in some way. But he had never allowed himself to attach his being to any of his figments, afraid they might vanish immediately once he does- and afraid of the truth that despite his will to be closer to anybody, he knew he would always be alone. After all, it is a figment of his creation (and he will not admit to it, but it is making him feel incredibly lonely- and he wishes, sometimes, for someone to just understand and become real enough just for him-).
And Alexis stirs.
Vino breaks himself from his musings, and once again he turns his gaze upon the pristine form that is Alexis, and approaches him at last. Stops in mid-step, wonders how he should wake him. Martha be damned for stopping him from doing so. But he does not need to wait nor think for long, because as he bends to breathe into the younger boy’s ear, Alexis’ eyes snap open, and a painful silence ensues afterward.
“You are…Vino.” Says the young lad hesitantly, although Vino could be sure that there is no sign of any other fear. Just resolution, of some sort.
“I’m more than amazed,” Vino smiles, not sure what to say- for he is truly breathtaking. Wonderfully. “You are truly beautiful.”
Alexis is silent. The small lad had tipped his head up, as if distracted by something only he can see- and perhaps that is the case. There is a chill running down Vino’s spine, and he tries to ignore it, but he cannot.
So he decides to ask. “Jesus. If you see something, tell me. I can’t stand it when you suddenly look somewhere with nothing around.” Says, instead.
Alexis’ expression doesn’t change, except the smaller boy closes his eyes with a sigh. A flutter of lips- and Vino guesses it as something muttered. He does not ask, however, for Alexis tells him what exactly it is he’s seeing.
“There’s someone up there.” Simply put.
And as Vino looks, it is not JUST a someone, but rather, a horribly mutilated SOMETHING, instead.
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Raiden is not really sure what to do once he sees something move in the storm drainage entrance a few meters behind him.
He had looked behind him because he could sense it. He wasn’t even sure if he had seen anything when something proved to him that he had. And now that he is looking, he has no idea of what to make of it. For one, it is a dismembered hand he is seeing, wiggling about as if it were boneless (and it must be really, because unless it’s a cruel joke by someone hiding in the sewers, it could be). Raiden’s fingers meet with the steel spheres strapped to his belt, ready for anything, when the hand slithers back into the darkness.
He releases a sigh he didn’t know he had been holding. Being stuck in a body not meant for any other humane feeling, he dismisses the creeping hands of dread as he resumes his walk, this time changing course- his room can wait. For now, it is time to visit his sister.
And that is when he hears the screaming nearby.
Immediately the steel spheres transformed into a full-fledged katana, and he twirls it expertly in his hands as he kicks open the door of a seemingly empty building, where he knows the screaming had started. As he does this, the noise stops, but he does not discard his alarm and proceeds into the darkness, ever ready for a strike from anywhere (and there it is again, that bothersome feeling of fear).
At first there is nothing but silence. At once, the whole of the academy, besides the building, is draped by it. He figures there is power failure too, because the street lamps outside had suddenly switched off. It is a splendid thing he is keen with other senses besides sight, because as a creaking sound makes itself heard, Raiden swings his Japanese sword without hesitation behind him- and there is a gurgling, inhuman sound, and a heavy thud. Seconds later sobs are heard.
The sobs are quite, muffled, almost feminine in their wake; Raiden reaches out into the darkness and is almost- almost, but not quite- surprised to feel something wet and slippery upon a full cheek, and he frowns as he senses the lack of dampness upon his hand (and that’s what you get, he concedes, when you’re not human). His mind racks to recognize anything of the being with him, but with the darkness and the silent sobs the girl supplied, he could not put a finger on anything. He searches around for anything- any sort of sign that they were still in danger, mostly- and finding none, he takes what he thinks is the girl’s hand, and pulls her into the less dark environment of the streets.
It is here that he vaguely sees her appearance- long chest-nut hair, a cherubic face. Seemingly young and obviously very frightened. Raiden’s lips purse, not really liking anything to deal with women, but he gets over that and speaks to her, voice gentle as much as he could fathom. “Are you hurt?”
The girl shakes her head, and pulls out her pen and a sketchpad Raiden didn’t know she had from what he could assume to be her shoulder sack. She writes something upon it and shows it to the red-eyed man in a bit of a hurry (and Raiden can fully understand that. With what had happened earlier, things were bound to get worse). The male feels relieved, somewhat, that whatever she wrote is written in clear Japanese, and proceeds to read without difficulty.
“I saw this coming,” the writings say. “There will be lots of dead people and monsters hunting for blood. We must run away.”
The skin between Raiden’s brows crease, but he is still in control of himself to politely shake his head no. Not yet. There are still people to be saved.
The girl writes again, and shows him the pad: “I’m Shizuka. I can foretell the future. And I know. Please believe me.”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you.” Says Raiden, patting the girl’s head. “It’s just that, there’s still so much to do. People to protect. To warn. To save.” He pauses. “Isn’t that what we must do?”
At first, it is fear most evident in her eyes, but then the said emotion is wiped away clean by something new altogether- understanding. Bravery. She writes again, “I understand.” And Raiden is more than happy to lead her back to the dormitories.
The first thing he needs to do is to go fetch his sister.
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Reito is in a different sort of situation.
For one, the night had started innocently enough: she had invited a few friends over to watch a simple movie with some popcorn to go with it, and at around eight in the evening the whole lot of them were already in pajamas and sleeping outfits, eyes intent on the flickering television screen.
Reito had been excited about this little event ever since the idea was formed- and she had invited quite a lot, actually. The bright and bubbly Kiku was the first to arrive, followed by Alex (who had conveniently gotten there on time due to her alice, Reito chuckles), and Shido, lastly, who had even arrived with a defiant air of one who was too proud to arrive, but did so nonetheless, just because she secretly wanted to. Reito had been disappointed to learn that Luna could not make it, due to some trouble in the infirmary, and she had made it a point of visiting the morning after. Of course, drinks and snacks were served, words exchanged, and finally they sit around the television to watch some American comedy, when they hear someone banging on the door.
They are all honestly scared, being girls- but it is Shido, tough and tomboyish and roguish Shido, who stands to open the door. She hesitates to turn the knob as she reaches it, but the bangings are too deafening that she turns it despite her (and the rest of the girls’) protests.
There is nobody in the hallway.
“I-I don’t get it.” Says the baffled Shido, but this surprise changes into anger in one swift motion- “Where the fuck are you, you nasty bastard! Who pulls pranks like a twelve-year-old anyway?” And with that she slams the door.
They are all silent for a while, when it is Alex who breaks the enchantment- “What a duce bag.” She says, although her voice is slightly trembling from fear.
“That wasn’t a very nice prank to pull.” Agrees Kiku. She still has one finger upon the button of the television screen, for it was she who turned it off when the banging started. “It must’ve been one of the boys. I mean, girls don’t do things like that, even if they wanted to.” And she looks at Shido as if to say, well you are a girl, too.
Shido gets the message and frowns with her arms crossed. “If it were me, it would be much worse-“
But her sentence is cut off as the banging returns, now resonant and ceaseless, as if it were the visitor’s intention to break the door as he did so.
Shido backs away, alice ready to activate, when Reito stands to pull her back. “It- it could be aniki.” She says hopefully. “He’s impatient sometimes.”
“You mean Raiden? As impatient as he is, he wouldn’t go so far. And what of earlier…?” disagrees Alex. The banging does not stop.
“I’m opening it again.” And there is a flurry of dark words and incantations- and the presence of the devil of wrath, with blazing eyes and flame-streaked hair, appears in view. “Watch my back,” she tells the demoness, who nods in silent obedience. Although awed by the presence of a fully summoned demon, all girls turn their eyes to Shido as she proceeds to open the door once more.
This time, as the entrance opens, there is someone behind it- but that said person looks so out of place that it is perhaps not appropriate to label it as a person at all. The eyes are white with blood trailing cheeks that are moth-eaten and maggot-infested; lips open to reveal fangs designed to rip apart skin from skin, meat from bone; and a body seemingly decayed years after for all its worth. Shido steps back as her eyes widen in horror at the sight, demoness already in the gear for any harm intended.
“Oh shit-“ Shido mutters under her breath, before ducking to give way to Wrath, who takes a swing with claws so deadly at the monster- who, in turn, falls to the floor in bloodied, hissing pieces, something darker than blood spewing out of already damaged parts.
Nobody moves from the scene, all horrified at the carcass upon the floor. Kiku’s voice is the first to be heard: “We should get out of here. We can’t just stay-“ But Shido cuts through her, like a whip upon bone.
“And do you think it’s any safer out there?”
“I-I know. But we can manage. I mean, how can we lock up with the door-“ and Kiku could not go on at that, catching sight of something writhing underneath Reito’s bed.
Before the puppeteer could move away from the figure flailing at her, a gunshot is heard- and Reito falls behind onto her back, leg intact and uninjured, save the bloodied stains the monster had left upon her bare ankle. She turns to mouth a sort of gratitude at her savior, when her emerald eyes meet a pair of unfamiliar ones.
The woman standing by the door holds a sort of elegance one might not recognize from a country as Asian as Japan. Her eyes are sharp and steeled, as if dealing with the undead were some sort of exercise for her, and her short boy-cut hair is somewhat elegant, in a way, despite how it’s cut. Also, the woman is wearing a crimson half-slip gown, a dark scarf adding a nice touch to her pale neck. Her full lips are pursed and ready for any protests- but as of now, the frightened girls do not have any at all.
“The girl is right.” Says the woman, and Reito realizes how possible it is for the newcomer to be closer to her age; “We have to get out of here. There are more of them in rooms.” And she starts walking away, high-heeled boots resounding in the silence.
Shido takes the step first, banishing her summon for the moment it is needed, and leaves the room without further statement.
And slowly, hesitantly, frightenedly, do the other girls follow suit.
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Cause every NICE young girl
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