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[ooc: Hm.... unfortunately, it would seem that nobody is interested. However, I'll keep 'Bumping' as it were, and keep it going, and perhaps people will gain interest. Also, I'm going to try and convince Nolas to make an introductory post. That might get some people into it.]

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Luster walked to down the empty hallway to his new bedroom.The one he'd been in had become infested with bugs, somehow.So now he was being moved to the one he'd been dying for since he could remember.Seeing the boy, anyone who passed would never believe that he was a vampire,even if only a half-life.

The boys flame red hair fell gracefully down to his shoulders, delicately framing his soft face.His pastel green eyes seemed to always be fearful, yet still they remained soft and gentle.Those eyes and that hair seemed to complment one another and were each complemented by the boys tan.His complexion was well bronzed, not dark but not as pale as he was when he was a small child.The black clothing seemed too dark to look good on such a tender boy until one saw the glint of light that struck them.They shone for a moment with a hidden luster, from which he got his nickname.The dark velvety purple of his pants looked astonishingly bright against his dark skin.The bloody crimson of his shirt and jacket complemented his pants and skin just perfectly.The necklace, long, silver and with such a breathtaking pendant was something of an heirloom in his family.His grand father had given it to his father and his father had given it to him.His earring dangled down just far enough that it looked perfect against his face, the sterling silver chain with a purest black opal on its end.The ring of course was his most prized possession.He would give away all that he owned before he would relenquish the ring.It was an engagement ring from his Boyfriend, who'd long dissappeared.He knew that he was dead and would never be coming home but he still refused to give it up.

He opened the door of the new room and his eyes sparkled as he took in the sight before him.His new room had been decorated with brand new furniture, all draped with black satin, the same luster as his clothes hidden by the blackness.He crawled onto his new bed and lifted the sating blanket up enough to make sure there was nothing in it."AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" he jumped backward as the small tabby kitten crawled off his bed and left the room.He could hear soft snickering all throughout the house.Some of the others enjoying playing such pranks on him.Tears fell softly from his eyes as he crawled back onto the bed."Why do they always do these things to me?" he asked himself in his soft irish accent.He stayed in his room for quite some time.

((How's that?))

((just random NPCs.The cat was just placed there as a way of getting a feel for his fears.just one of many though))

(Sorry for the delay of post, but better late than never, right?)

A shift of dark hair rustled over the thin pillow as a familiar stench hit Ellaia's nose. The stale scent of damp streets and a stuffy room. It wasn't one that the young man looked forward to waking up to. Another shift of his body and he learned with a painful tingle that he had slept on his arm all night. His crimson eyes opened into narrow slits that didn't seem to greet the dim light of a new morning well. He had left his window open the night before, causing the air to be clammy and more than a little uncomfortable, but he had grown used to it.

Ellaia wasn't considered very highly ranked within the base, leaving him with this less than glamorous lifestyle. He debated whether to just lay there and rot or actually get up for another day of demanding orders and disgusting food. The subject wasn't an uncommon thing. Actually, it was one he asked himself almost every morning, and each time it was the same answer. He tossed the wrinkled sheet off of himself, revealing a bare chest as he came to his feet. Blood began circulating back into his numb arm unpleasantly. Not bothering to make his bed, as usual, he decided he might as well start off another typical day.

Picking up the clothes which had been strewn over the floor form the previous night after his shower, Ellaia changed rather quickly. He ran a comb through his hair once before placing his traditional silver cross around his neck and attaching his katana to its respectful place on his hip. Now that the hard part of his day was over, the dark-haired man put on his typical scowl before stepping outside of his assigned barracks. "Another great day in the pits of hell," he mumbled beneath his breath as he turned on his heel and started off down the street.

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Verloren sat fiddling with the swtichs and reading the readouts of the machines checking all the figures to make sure they were all optimal.

"Hey Verloren, whats that down there, That island isn't on the map"

Verloren looked out the cockpit window, sure enough there was a huge islad they were flying over covered in lushous forest, as he was admiring the greenery the plane suddenly shuddered

"Hey Verloren better get a seat"

Verloren turned to sit but was thrown against the wall as the plane dipped harder this time

"WHat the hell's going on the machines are dead"

Verloren quickly lept to his feet and punched buttons and codes but it was all in vain nothing would start as the plane began to nose dive at the floor as the engines cut out

"Oh s**t to the back of the plane ... ill try and level the descent "

Verloren and a few others ran to the back of the plane as it lurched sidewys impacting a tree which tore the wing clean off. The plane continued to shake and lurch untill with an almight crash and thud everything stopped throwing Verloren and the others across the cargo hold as everything bucked again the last thing verloren saw was one of the heavy crates sliding free of its buckling

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Verloren awoke to the sensation of agony flooding his sytem untill he cried out in pain still unable to open his eyes against it, he laid there for a few moments before gulping down air he manged to open his eyes a fraction tears streaking his cheeks, he looked around slowly but it was dark and smokey the smoke was comming in through a huge gash in the cargo hold wall outside one of the main engines was laying amongst some bushes nothing but mangled metal and a roaring blaze he blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light the body of one of the other scientists came into veiw crushed against the wall by the same branch that had torn the hole through the fuselage. Another could be seen slammed against one of the huge metal crates blood covering his face and shoulder from a large gash on his head.

Verloren looked around to find his veiw blocked by another huge crate, he blinked and looked down to see that the huge was crashing his lower abdomen and legs, yet he couldnt feel a thing ... pinned to the floor and the only one left he began to wail and scream for help

((I hope you like it ^^))

Verloren jumped as a bird landed on his chest cooing ... he squinted his eyes it was almost like the bird was talking TO him

"Yeah well, just dont crap on me"

He smirked a little, his smirk becoming a wide smile as the bird beat its wings

"Even if you cant understand me ... thank you"

if he was going to die at least he would have company, even it was the company of a small bird that would fly off as soon as he ceased showing it affection

Verloren looked at the man and laughed hysterically

"And now im hallucinating"

He continued to laugh manically as he fell limp in the mans arms as his blood flowed into his gut cavity through many internal wounds

"And who are you ... My gaurdian angel .. or death come to carry me to hell"

He let his head flop over as he watched the world pass him upside down his entire body heavy and numb from the pain. He woundered if he was already dead, or if this was him dieing, and how would he know when it was no longer a dieing hallucination but in fact ... death