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 Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 7:32 pm
Clarissa managed to force herself to jog. She wanted to keep running, but something telling her to stop. Once she stopped, she looked around to see herself standing in front of an alley. "Huh...why'd I stop here?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 11:23 pm
As he awoke, he took a moment to address himself, and his new surrounding areas. He looked around the area and noticed he was now standing in the middle of an alley. The smell of old beer and liquor hit his nostrils, making him on reflex reach up with his hand to cover his face. Then it dawned on him...
"Wait... How the hell did I end up here?" he asked himself in a low whisper, when suddenly, he felt what could only be discribed as an uncontrollable pull, compelling him to turn and face the entryway of the alley. He could see someone standing there at the other end.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 11:39 pm
Drawn as he was, he stepped over the two half-devoured bodies of hobos without even noticing.
He made his rapid way to the mouth of the alley and stood, staring at the girl. He felt so damn good.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 1:07 am
"Uh... Hey?" he said to the girl as he approached the girl standing at the opening of the alleyway. He gave a big stretch, and then turned and looked around for a brief moment before returning his attention to the young lady standing in front of him.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 8:33 am
Clarissa felt her unusual high spirits dampen somewhat when she realized she'd have to talk to the guy. It wasn't that she didn't like people - she just didn't know how at all to react. "Hello," she replied with a half smile. "My name is Clarissa. What's yours?"
She still felt the urge to run about, but she'd only do so as soon as she figured out why she felt so drawn to this guy. Who knows, maybe he'd be interested in joining her for a run.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 9:17 am
Kuroi looked around at her suroundings. She had never been in this part of town before, and yet, for some unexplainable reason, she was drawn towards it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 1:24 pm
Kuroi's reverie was broken by Lance merrily skipping along to no particular beat or location. A rank smell followed him, a smell of death.
There was, of course, no promise that either of them would react poorly to this smell.
He didn't seem to notice her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 2:05 pm
Kuroi saw Lance skipping. She smelled something strange. It smelled like... Death. She couldn't say that she hated it, because she didn't really give a reaction to it. She decided that she would try and talk to Lance to try and find out where they were. "Hello, do you know where we are, because I'm totally lost." She said, looking around again.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 2:13 pm
Jesse and Clarissa felt drawn to each other, in a strictly platonic manner. (Of course.) They stepped towards each other, and Jesse began to itch furiously, all over. Clarissa raised a hand slowly and reached for him, but paused halfway.
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Lance suddenly realized that this was the being that was drawing him in. He halted, mid-skip, and went to her.
Kuroi began to itch all over her body. Lance's hands suddenly felt as though they were dipped in molten iron. Still, the two looked at each other.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 3:22 pm
Lance paused, his hands in extreme pain. He had been drawn to her. Why was that? She was pretty, true, very pretty - was that all there was to it? That certainly didn't explain why he had killed a bunch of people and enjoyed it. Nor why his hands felt like they were being held in a jar of acid. Boiling.
Deep inside his mind, his true self was trying to ask questions (and also deciding on a pick-up line).
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 4:46 pm
Kuroi started to feel itchy for some reason. She started scratching her arms, witing for a reply from Lance. It was only just now that she noticed that Lance was what she was being drawn to.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:49 pm
Had she said something? Was that the way she was looking at him? Or was he just too apparent?
Oh, she had said something!
"I have no idea," he blurted suddenly, as though he had just thought to speak. "I was just out for a jaunty stroll!" At this he did a little spin on his toes. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:55 pm
They felt extremely drawn to each other. As in, Lance raised a hand and reached out.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 8:04 pm
The guy didn't answer her, but instead raised his hand to reach her own raised hand. Funny...I don't remember doing that. Still, it seemed that he had the same feeling that she had. So perhaps they were meant to do this? But what's gonna happen? She liked being left alone with her books. No one hurt her, no one bothered her. And now, here she was reaching out to some random stranger for no other reason than gut feeling.
Slowly she started to reach out her hand to touch his own. Whatever happened, it was happening with or without her consent. Why am I doing this? Why does this seem so familiar? Once she'd touched the guy's hand, she waited for whatever was meant to happen. There was no turning back from this point.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 8:10 pm
As soon as their hands touched, a few important things happened.
Firstly, both of them felt a strange feeling, similar to sexual arousal. Yet, they did not seem to want the person in front of them, and the feeling was clearly distinct from arousal.
Secondly, Clarissa's arms exploded from the elbows down. Before she could even open her mouth to scream in shock - for there was hardly any pain - a strange black substance began to flow out, reforming the shape of her arms. They went on and on, ending in wicked claws on her hands. She felt...lighter.
At the same time, small spikes erupted all over Jesse's body, causing him to stumble back in shock.
The two looked at themselves and each other for a few seconds. Then, just like that, their bodies went slowly back to normal. Clarissa's hands reformed, fleshy and pink, and the spikes receded into Jesse's skin.
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