skies of ember

[*Jess♥]

OOC: limit your post sizes to 2 paragraphs at the most and try not to double post a lot.

you can write other people's created characters without worry, but expect it to be retconned if you make them do somethig that they DEFINATELY wouldn't do. (when considering what has been written up until your post)

Cardigan Tom walked slowly along the beach front.

he kicked a stone as he walked, not caring where it ended up.

the stone was in his way. he hated the stone. that stone had made his life a misery for the longest of times...

ever since the summer of 3 years ago.

of course, anyone who knew CT closely, knew full well that the stone had done nothing to him. it was just an outlet.

the moment had passed.

he looked up at the dark red sky over the ocean.

the light would be totally gone soon.

Time to get back to the hostel.

[*Jess♥]

OOC: come on guys, is there nobody who wants to give this a try? it doesn't have to be strictly following any guidelines. it's an experiment.

[Lyphforse_Guyver]

Figured I'd give this a try. Hope its OK.

He got back to the hostel and crashed into bed, shaking it enough to wake the guy next to him.

His name is Deacon, he never gave his last name and while most people thought that was a bit odd, that just the way he was.

Deacon was a lonely and bitter man who often though about ways to get away with murder.

He glanced over to CT, wondering why he'd thrown himself into bed so hard.

He turned away and slowly climbed to his feet, his back hurt again.....damn these crappy beds.

As he made his way across the room he glanced back to CT again, stopping in the center of the room.

CT was startled by a loud thud that came from behind him, he looked over to see Deacon lying face first on the floor.

He went to check on him. Deacon was totally still, he had black out again....this was nothing new, CT had seen him do this before.

CT stood up from the body, shook his head and went downstairs to get some food.

Edited August 18, 2008 by Lyphforse_Guyver

[*Jess♥]

OOC: nice one dude. I like what you wrote. i noticed you said lunch, although it was just past sunset. no matter, that'll make things fun and challenging trying to work around things like this. I decided to go with it and make it an interesting idiosyncrasy.

as he picked at the food, he thought about Deacon.

he didn't have much of an appetite, but he needed to eat. he hadn't eaten since breakfast, yesterday afternoon.

the events of the previous evening too strongly burned into his mind.

it made his blood boil.

if he had been a little stronger the fork would have bent under the pressure.

let him lie there.

he chuckled bitterly to himself.

[Lyphforse_Guyver]

I work nights. So to me eating lunch is 8-10PM. Then again I refer to everything as lunch. I will ad some more after I get some sleep.

Edited August 16, 2008 by Lyphforse_Guyver

[Lyphforse_Guyver]

He continued to pick at his food, dwelling on the events that had enraged him so.

Dayna, the overweight middle aged waitress, who smelled like almonds, dropped the bill on the table by CT's plate.

He thought of ripping the bill up and dashing for the door but figured it was more trouble then he really needed right now.

Shortly after paying he found himself outside having a smoke, this always calmed him before, but not this time.

He could feel his blood pressure rising, it was starting to make him sick to his stomach but he couldn't help it.

This rage just wouldn't go away.

Suddenly CT's mind went dark and he hit the pavement of the back alley with a sickening thud.

Deacon stood over CT with a old rusted hammer in his hand.

He looked at the hammer, then to CT lying there...then back to the hammer.

He really thought their would be more blood.

[*Jess♥]

as CT fell he found himself witnessing moments from the past.

he remembered a time when he was 3 years old and had fallen off the swing in hte playground.

he rememberd the skin hanging off his knees and the feeling of sickness and the dancing lights around his head.

next thing he knew it was 3 years later and he was holding the match under his sisters cardigan.

the cardigan started to smoulder and burn. his sister noticed and tried to put out the fire before stepping up and jumping up and down. next she was rolling on the floor screaming loudly. all he could do was watch as her screams became more shrill and changed in tone until she was croaking. slowly stopping rolling about. he couldn't move. he was in her body next. looking up at the sky. this wasnt how he remembered it. it was so hot. he wiped the sweat from his brow only to find a bandage wrapped around his head.

he noticed that everything was red. he could hear muffled voices. slowly the voices cleared and he opened his eyes.

he was in a hospital bed.

how had he gotten here?

suddenly he rememberd where he was last. he had paid the watress...

what next.. that's right, he remembered the door, then he was outside.. smoking.. and a slight noise behind him.

who would do this to him and why?

surely deacon would not have done this?

he thought that deacon was getting a bit out of hand but he never expected him to go this far...

[Wiedergänger]

HOLY CRAP, this is depressing! lol, my turn!

Deacon paced back and forth, wondering what he should do next. He had always been thinking about the perfect crime, but he never actually did anything. Now, seeing Ct on the floor unconcious, ideas flooded his brain.

"Should I knock his teeth out? Cut off his hands?" he thought to himself.

He twitched a little and then snorted. He needed to get rid of that waitress, what if she heard something?

Edited August 19, 2008 by Wiedergänger

[Lyphforse_Guyver]

Deacon sat across the street, with his elbows on his knees and face in his hands, watching as they loaded CT into the ambulance.

He thought to himself, if that cook hadn't brought out the trash at that moment and interrupted, would he have finished what he started?

Joseph, the man who worked the meat counter at the local grocery store, strolled by and noticed the blood on deacon's shirt sleeve.

He stopped a moment to see if he was alright, Deacon shot him a crazed look and shooed him away, so Joe scuttled off down the street.

After the ambulance took off, Deacon returned to his room, changed his shirt, throwing the other in the waste can and sat on his bed in silence.

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The police questioned CT about the attack.

He couldn't tell them much, just the facts, him in the alley having a smoke then being hit by someone he didn't see.

As they questioned him, CT began to sift though his personal items, though his wallet.....something was missing.

His ID, credit cards and cash, all in place, but the picture, the one he had tucked way behind his ID, it was gone.

[Toku Warrior]

I'm not very good at role-playing but I guess I'll give it a shot. Let me know how mine turns out. I'm gonna use a character that I've been making in my mind and doing rough sketch drawings of.

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Just around a half-mile away is the young half-demon prince, Koujin. The colours of the sun-set reflecting off the mixture of small pieces of armor and black leather body suit covering his being made him think that people must see him as a Gothic type person when he takes his demonic form. Flying through the sky and watching the Sun set dip below the horizon brought a sense of peace to his soul. It had been a little over a year since he had left his fathers Kingdom in the Northern Kingdom of the higher demon plains.

Over time and during his travels he befriended a man called Cardigan Tom. He and CT had become good friends and was on his way back to to play a game of poker with CT since it was poker night and while he was lost in his personal thoughts his demonic sense of smell picked up the sent of blood coming from the vacinety of the hostel. He dropped down and landed by the alley way where there were two police officers still going over the crime scene. He quitely and quickly reverted back to his human form, as no one in town knew about him being a half-demon aside from CT and Deacon, and went over to the two officers to ask what had happened.

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Well, how was that? I haven't done any RPing in a long time (about 3-4 years) so I'm a little rusty.

Edited August 20, 2008 by Ryuki

[Wiedergänger]

Tell me if you don't like this version I might change it >.> I'm not sure I'll be done with it off hand. I left the picture 'open' so we could colaborate about what we really want to be in the pciture^^

Who would take that, his most prized posesion? How could anyone have know about it? He was flooded with paranoia: Someone had been watching him.

But who? He immediatly discounted Deacon. He was strange, he granted himself that, but he was constantly fighting with his seizures, how could he know? He thought back to when he had kicked that damned rock he hated so much. The rock didn't seem so bad anymore. "Actually", he thought to himself, "I'd rather be bored to death by the stone than feel half-awake from this bash on my head."

The police checked to see if he was all there, then asked a few more questions that CT really didn't hear but gave answers to anyway. The police left shortly after that leaving CT alone in the Alley. Dawn was nearing...

[Wiedergänger]

I'm not very good at role-playing but I guess I'll give it a shot. Let me know how mine turns out. I'm gonna use a character that I've been making in my mind and doing rough sketch drawings of.

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Just around a half-mile away is the young half-demon prince, Koujin. The colours of the sun-set reflecting off the mixture of small pieces of armor and black leather body suit covering his being made him think that people must see him as a Gothic type person when he takes his demonic form. Flying through the sky and watching the Sun set dip below the horizon brought a sense of peace to his soul. It had been a little over a year since he had left his fathers Kingdom in the Northern Kingdom of the higher demon plains.

Over time and during his travels he befriended a man called Cardigan Tom. He and CT had become good friends and was on his way back to to play a game of poker with CT since it was poker night and while he was lost in his personal thoughts his demonic sense of smell picked up the sent of blood coming from the vacinety of the hostel. He dropped down and landed by the alley way where there were two police officers still going over the crime scene. He quitely and quickly reverted back to his human form, as no one in town knew about him being a half-demon aside from CT and Deacon, and went over to the two officers to ask what had happened.

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Well, how was that? I haven't done any RPing in a long time (about 3-4 years) so I'm a little rusty.

Wow! that actually fit in with the one I had been writing lol. You're a mind reader, aren't you

[Toku Warrior]

No, not really. But thanks for thinking so. I use the name Koujin for a lot of many characters I come up with until I find an image that fits him nicely. Sometimes I make him what I call a Shadow Master, sometimes a half-breed prince, and sometimes both. His full name is Koujin Daniels. The main part of his background I never change is that he was born and mostly raised in America with either a few years in Japan or the HDR Northern Kingdom or all three. Once I find a nice back story that I like for him It'll be the one that I keep permanently.

To be honest, for a moment I was wanting to play the main character from the Kamen Rider fan-fic I've been wanting to write but then I decided to go with my half-breed character.

[*Jess♥]

it had been a hektic night.

everything was all merged into one, the events all like a big lump of chewing gum that was still being chewed.

he tried to stop the chewing..

so the police had just brought him from the hostpital and left him there.

well he was a fast healer. it came with hte job description.

his thoughts started to get clearer.

well they had really pissed some people off on their excapade the night before.

could they have found out about teh photo somehow? that would mean they had some connection to the 'cabal' ....

he had been trying to get away from the cabal.

they just wouldn't leave him alone!!

this is going well

please try and keep your out of character (OOC) separated from the story parts.

[Toku Warrior]

Hey Ryuki, could ya tell me a bit more about this "cabal" and more on the excapaides from the night before. This way I can write around it better and we can be on the same idea length for it.

After asking the police what had happened Koujin asks them which Hospital CT was take to. After finding out he goes into the cafe located inside the hostel and gets some snacks as he figures his friend might not like hospital food that much.

After getting the food Koujin takes an elevator to the roof of the building then goes through the door and looks around for anyone who may be up there. After taking a mintue to inspect the surroundings and finding no one present he shouts out "DEMON BURST!" Black angelic wings form from his back in the form of light and cover his body. A moment later the light exlpodes outwards revealing his demonic battle form covered in the familiar black leather-like body suit and minor armor. After finding the direction of the hospital Koujin takes flight to go and check on CT.

[Lyphforse_Guyver]

Figured I'd see if I couldn't get this going again, with a brand new weirdo. lol

Would he get away with it this time. He's done it several times before and never been caught.

He had all the things he needed to get it done, he even had a great place picked out.

Gabriel Porter has his name but his friends all called him "Carrot Man" because of his mop of bright red hair.

Gabe stood in a nearby alley and watched the events unfold.

Small at first, growing bigger and bigger until the whole building was engulfed.

Gabriel loved fire. Loved it more then anything else in the world. He wasn't a bad man, he just liked to watch things burn.

The wild random action of the flames as it consumed everything in its path. The flickering light bouncing against the nearby buildings. How the night sky turned to day from the bright lights of the fire below. He was in love again.

Someone could have picked his pocket or even started a conversation with him. he would have never known.

He was oblivious to everything except the chaotic dance of the fire he had started just across the street.

So oblivious in fact that he didn't notice the person who was watching him.