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Post by Exterminator Delta on Sept 21, 2012 11:02:48 GMT -5
*Sunset Holiday Ranch...it looked like the overworked family's ideal rustic getaway before the Wars, but now it was a shadow of its former self: a rotting farmhouse swarming with roaches, naturally, the remnants of stables with the horses' skeletons still intact, but charred to a crisp, with the exception of one that had distinguished toothmarks all across it.
Oh.
Those things.*
*After surveying the general area, I move to the windmill and the 5 lashed to it. I quickly cut them down, given that they are fundamentally no different from the other chosen ones, and lay them down. I pop a fresh cigarette in my mouth and light up to breathe sanctified smoke across the scene as I think, the rusted creaking of the spinning blades above being the soundtrack to my ritual.
I want to be angry, furious, but I'm too medicated to care, for the time being. A transmission buzzes through the Killjoy channel that I have my bike set to. Looks like word is getting out- It wouldn't be pretty, and no doubt the first 'Joy who shows up is going to think that I'm the one that did this. Fuckin' lovely.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 21, 2012 13:43:33 GMT -5
*My radio beeps and begins reading out a message in the robotic voice it uses when when it only has words to go on. It says something about a kill site.* Well, that sounds remarkably like we were the intended recipients of that transmission. Shall we?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 28, 2012 21:19:49 GMT -5
*I put an arm around Volume and bring her close into my chest.* I'm sorry, Volume. I haven't been treating you properly, and there's not excuse for that. I love you. Honestly. *I kiss her on the cheek and move towards the door.* Just come to the main room when you're awake and alert. Get everyone else up when you do so, please? *I sigh and walk outside, looking at the sand. it's quiet, almost serene. You'd almost never know what was happening out there.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 28, 2012 21:34:17 GMT -5
*I unconsciously make a little squeaky noise. I hadn't thought that I could possibly feel worse, but now he thinks it's his fault and I want to curl up in a little ball and stay inside for the rest of my life. There's a part of my mind telling me that I should let him go for his own happiness and ignore my own, like I always do. I stop thinking after a few seconds. I have a task to do, of course; my thoughts merely corrupt my motivation. I'm exhausted, I'm starving, I'm a bit lightheaded, and I go about my job anyway. The first cell I see has someone wrapped up in a blanket on the bed.* Um...pardon?
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Post by Daystar Delight on Sept 28, 2012 21:44:06 GMT -5
*I groan and burrow farther into my cocoon. Mornings are not fun. It's dim in here, which makes waking up even harder. My radio starts making noise and I throw it across the room.* I thought I told you to never wake me up before noon unless the boys in armor are attacking. *I realize about a second too late that I was speaking Italian. Silly girl, Carnival was a while ago.* I'm taking a few more hours to sleep. Stay with me, love? Whichever one you are?
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Post by Volume Virus on Sept 28, 2012 21:59:11 GMT -5
Uh...I'm going to go with no. And you get ten minutes. Savor them. *I knock on everyone's doors to wake them up. I mention that there's been a call to another kill site and move on. It's not up to me how many people I need to forcibly drag out of their warm beds. I plan to consult Aftermath after my second run through the halls. If he says I need to hit the people who remain asleep (Daystar) with a stick until they get up, well, that's what I do. Whenever I do something on my own initiative, I do it wrong in his eyes. It's best to be subservient, at least in my case. That's almost a scary thought.*
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Post by Kokopelli on Sept 29, 2012 0:27:50 GMT -5
*I look towards the door when I hear the knock and listen to Volume's message. After making sure I had my knives, flute, and little tricks, I walk out of the room and walk to wherever the others are*
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Post by Daystar Delight on Oct 4, 2012 15:14:42 GMT -5
*I groan and flop onto the floor when the wake-up call comes again.* Alright, alright, I'm up! Virgo! *I sit up and start changing. I managed to remember my laundry sack, even though my motorcycle's still at the theatre of death. My galaxy shirt doesn't smell too much like a dying animal, so I put it on, get up, and stumble to the living room.* Alright. Where are we going and what am I doing? *I glance into one of the mirrors and adjust the bright orange mane that I am perpetually stuck with. I feel my left hand start twitching, so I quickly clutch it and bring it back down in front of me. These people are okay and I don't want them thinking I'm a psycho just yet.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 7, 2012 0:16:48 GMT -5
*I turn back to everyone as they gather.* There's been another killing site. We're gonna go investigate, and hopefully get more clues. We'll go in two vehicles. Koko, Volume, you two will leave after Me and psycho lady. *I turn to Day* Any funny business out of you, and you'll be rolling in the dirt at 60mph. Got it? *I turn back to Volume* We're splitting up in case something happens to one of us. We get ambushed, you turn back. I want to find out who's been doing this, but I'm not risking everyone's lives for it. Not anymore.
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Post by Daystar Delight on Oct 7, 2012 8:50:35 GMT -5
Ugh. Why do you have to automatically suspect I'm gonna try something. Too tired, and I don't want to interfere with your...thing. I mean, she hasn't left yet. *I shrug and look from Volume to Mech, whose actual name I still don't know. I have no idea why she isn't gone by now. She looked like she wanted to speak up a second ago, but he kept talking and she shut her mouth and bit her already bloody lip. I don't think I can fix these two.* But anyway. We can risk me, you know. It's not like I'm really a commodity in high demand. No friends to mourn my death or anything. *That's a lie. I've got 'em all over the world. It's just that if I die here, no one will ever know it, since the Cali-joys don't really have any form of communication with anywhere else. I tell this lie because I'm good with gambles. When I bet on my survival, it's a bet I've never lost.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 7, 2012 9:12:30 GMT -5
You heard Aftermath. No one does anything that could get everyone killed. He's the one making the rules, Daystar, and you're the one following, just like the rest of us. Capice? *I don't wait for an answer and start moving toward the car that seems to be the least probable one for Aftermath to drive. Apparently, I'm going to sit in it for a while until I get the order to advance. The order of not eating probably still stands, so I ignore my black hole stomach. I'm not allowed to volunteer for any dangerous missions, or even think about it, judging by how angry Aftermath was at me yesterday for doing something perfectly reasonable and trying to let him keep his prisoner. I'm not allowed to be angry or sarcastic or anything else that would imply that I'd like to have some sort of equal footing in this relationship instead of what I'm stuck with. I am not allowed to think I deserve more attention. In fact, I should probably just refrain from thinking.* So, I go when I hear the word?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Oct 10, 2012 14:44:05 GMT -5
Pretty much. *I get into my vehicle and wait for Day* Vol, follow about half a mile behind. If something happens along the way, get to driving. If it's too much, I'll tell you, and you're gonna turn back and wait for me. Day, I will not hesitate to push you out of this car. So keep that in mind.
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Post by Daystar Delight on Oct 10, 2012 15:03:58 GMT -5
Wow. You really hate me. The hell did I ever do to you? *I take over the entire backseat of the car, leaning my head against one window and propping my feet up against the other. I fiddle with my gun.* Well...other than...yeah, I'm not going to say it, just in case you feel like cracking some skulls right at this moment. But I'm stopped and I'm going to stay stopped. *I don't want to stay stopped. I also don't want to die. If this guy's girlfriend is scared out of her wits by him, I'd say dying is a really probable possibility.* I don't expect you to start hugging me or anything. I'd just prefer it if you cut down on the death threats. In some societies, they consider that flirting. Weird places, but hey, what can you do?
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Post by Kokopelli on Oct 10, 2012 15:46:44 GMT -5
*I nod and follow Volume outside with the others.* So where exactly is this kill site? And would someone mind telling me exactly what this is all about? I was given brief details bu not the whole story.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 10, 2012 16:22:23 GMT -5
It's wherever we're led. *I shrug. I don't really know.* We don't exactly have any idea either. This gang or cult or whatever it's supposed to be is new to me. They're killing civilians by the hundred in a manner reminiscent of My Chemical Romance lyrics. I don't know anything else, and I'm kind of the only one here. *I shrug and settle into the driver's seat. I just have to wait for a signal now. That should be easy. ...oh, who am I kidding? Waiting is torture. Why am I always the subservient why why why why-*
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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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