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Post by Poison Shot on Dec 17, 2011 17:57:12 GMT -5
We do what we must, because its our lives now. Don't get me wrong, there are some greedy killjoys out there. I'm not particularly approving of all the lot, sometimes we harbor some killjoys to help them out but they try to steal from us or something. They're usually the ones who've gone mad and can't handle the outside. A lot of the time they're still on pills. But oh well.
Its good to have places like these... to remind me.. to remind us... to live a good life, and forget everything else.
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Post by Poison Shot on Dec 27, 2011 3:11:06 GMT -5
*I tun off the engine to the motorcycle and slowly walk up to the door of the Theatre... its the same one Poison took me to when I was younger... phantom of the Opera was playing here. A small production but wonderful nonetheless. I open the doors and walk in to see two bodies laying on the stage, with the spotlight on them. Its like romeo and juliet and I smile, but wonder if they are alive... then i notice their chest are moving and ease my self into comfort again.
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 12, 2012 18:52:07 GMT -5
(following Vol's post)
* A howl echoes from near the distant houses down the highway. I sit on the edge of the stage and kick my legs back and forth waiting for brother... and i hear the howl*
A howl... just one howl?
*listens again waiting for a response to the howl, but nothing comes*
Just one howl...
*I walk into the mains stage, leaving mouse in the kitchen*
what's that Sarah?
A howl. But only one howl.
That is strange...
I don't like it.
I'm sure its nothing... but I'll go out and set out the transmission post to block anything from detecting us. Keep only a few lights on. We should all get some sleep anyways.
*I go out and see the lights off in the distance. The killjoys... reckless and stupid sometimes... they don't even know how to hide. They're like little children. I sigh, and put the transmitters in the ground and active them*
*I walk back inside and its kind of dark. We finish the food mouse has made and get everyone into the safe rooms for the night*
In here guys. *I point to a door underneath the stage, well hidden*
I'll stay out here and monitor the frequencies to make sure nobody's coming.
Won't you get sleepy Noah? It's late and you've been through a lot this week.
No, I'll be fine. Don't need as much sleep anymore haha. Now go to bed Sarah. Watch the others.
*closes the door above her and lies with the others*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 16, 2012 21:41:31 GMT -5
*through the stage trapdoor* Whats going on up there?
Go to sleep Sarah.
I can't. You should know. Bli side effects
yeah.. I know. Well just stay down there. There's some sort of fight going on in the edge of the horizon. Bli patrols i assume.
Who are you rooting for?
Us. To survive. The killjoys are reckless and loud. Who is truly evil? There are no bad guys and no good guys. Just perspectives. Stupid little perspectives.
Bli believes the world is better off this way. And killjoys think they're the righteous saving the world and bringing back color. Maybe some of them don't know that black and white are the two colors that consist of no light or colors, and all light and colors respectively.
Its all just... pointless. Look at what we've become Sarah.
*I stare up at the stars and sit on the edge of the stage*
The world was once full of color and full of excitement. There was war sure but it was better than this.... we had everything, and everyone. Know what do we have?
Friends?
Maybe.... just.... Maybe.
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 21, 2012 15:25:55 GMT -5
*Lots of noise and commotions echoes and resonates down from highway, those killjoys and bli units must really be making a fuss. If any of the higher up bli units are on their tale, they won't stand a chance. A fight begins in my mind.. should I go help them, or let them die. It's not my battle... Its not my battle... I have others to protect.*
*sigh* Keep Running kids.
*I walk to the upstairs window and look out at the desert, to all of its nothingness. Nothing but joshua tree's, a few cacti and sand. Off in the distance there looks to be a figure of a man, maybe an escaped person, or maybe just a tree, too far away to distinguish. I brush it off and climb onto the catwalk and just lay there.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 21, 2012 20:10:06 GMT -5
(From "Transition" pg 1)
*After a surprisingly short time, I see the outlines of buildings through the heat haze. The closest one appears to be an old theater of some kind, judging by the huge three-dimensional display board above the double doors. It seems like the type of place killjoys would go, and I vaguely recall hearing about a theater being raided sometime last year. In any case, it's better shelter than a rock, so I turn my steps in that direction.*
*I pause on the sidewalk in front of the doors, unsure whether I should just walk in. If there are killjoys inside, they might not react well to being surprised by someone like myself...*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 0:08:23 GMT -5
*The catwalk is cold and a bit draft, the winds from the cracks in the wall and open doors all seem to breeze up here... sounds of footsteps resonate from outside, slowly closing in, i look out through the window and find that the tree from before has gone and vanished*
*I whisper downwards*
Sarah, stay down. We have... company.
*I grab a more powerful rifle from between the rails and aim at the door*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 1:33:01 GMT -5
*A few long seconds pass before I start moving again. The doors are unlatched, and I start to reach out with my right hand but stop almost immediately when the motion pulls at my back. Moving to the side so I'm less of a target if anyone's waiting inside, I push open the door with my other hand. Nothing moves in the dim theater, and after another pause I step through the doorway.* Hello?
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 14:13:00 GMT -5
*I Keep the rifle aimed at the doorway, the person walks into the side avoiding being an easy target, he's obviously trained... but his calling out "hello" almost eliminates the possibility of him coming here to attack us...*
*I turn my head to the side, hoping the sound will bounce off and at least cover my position a little*
Identify Yourself and toss all weapons to the center stage, or else.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 14:25:53 GMT -5
*I look up at the sound of the voice, but the catwalks above me encompass most of the ceiling space, and I can't tell where exactly the voice came from. My first instinct is to take cover and try to narrow down my target, but instead I make my way slowly down the aisle, keeping my hands at my sides, and stop in front of the stage. I don't mind giving up the gun - it's practically useless, anyway - but it's with more reluctance that I slide my two knives out of reach as well* My name is Max Griffiths.
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 16:04:56 GMT -5
*The weapons get tossed into sight and the man utters his name, Max Griffiths...Max Griffiths... it sounds very familiar*
Max...
*I jump down from the catwalk, in front of the stage and stumbling a bit from the high jump. I keep my gun pointed and look at him*
Why does that name sound familiar, Max.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 16:28:50 GMT -5
*I tense when I see the gun in his hand. I don't know if I've met him before, but I wouldn't be surprised if I had* I don't know. I've seen a lot of killjoys.
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 16:51:44 GMT -5
*I see him tense a little, and to make him less likely to suddenly make a move I lower my weapon just a bit and away from him.*
You have BL/ind clothing on. But no mask? I haven't been part of the city for quite a while so i don't recognize your face. Who do you work for? What are you doing here.
Oh... right.. My name is: Noah Carbon.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Jan 22, 2012 17:12:12 GMT -5
*So many questions...*
I'm not Better Living. Not anymore, anyway. I'm here because - *I almost can't say the words. I don't want to ask a killjoy for aid. But I'm sure I have a fever now, and I haven't had any water for over 15 hours.* - because I need help.
*I turn slightly, not enough to alarm the man but enough for him to see my back.*
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Post by Poison Shot on Jan 22, 2012 17:32:28 GMT -5
*I take a look at him some more and see his back is covered in burns from laser shots. I'm guessing he's either a runaway bli officer or an agent they want to try and kill... *
*I lower my gun and strap it to my back. I collect his weapons and put them in a nearby desk*
Have a seat, Max. I'll get a med kit and some water. I have some left over food too, if you're hungry.
*I walk to the kitchen and grab the med kit from where Blaze left it and grab some water and a plate of food and walk back to Max*
Where you with that group down the highway?
*I ask as I open the med kit*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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