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 Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 9:18 pm
This is where their stories begin...
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 8:18 am
 The vanished lights and shadows, the last words...A spark of light illuminates a room darkened by black curtains. As he lights the end of the cigarette what runs through his head? Smiling lightly he shifts through some old mail that has gathered on the table next to his bed. They always say that smoking in bed is a bad idea, but if he were to burn up in that bed who would really notice? Inhaling once again that deadly toxin he lifts the stopwatch over him as it spins slightly. His eyes narrow as he remembers the man that delivered it. He was a pale fellow who looked like he could use some food. But before he had the chance to question the man he was gone in a flash. "What the hell did he mean? first strike?" he said popping open the watch. "You are not allowed to be more than arms length away from your watch for 24 hours..." he recited. "Why can I even read this s**t?" He threw the watch to the corner of the room and finished his cigarette. Sitting on the bed side he heard a stern knock on the door. Grabbing his hat he headed for the window. Looking at the watch he sighed.
Picking it up he went to the window and peered down. two men in jackets were waiting there as well. He could see them through the grate of the fire escape that was rusted from the constant rain. Stepping out slowly he headed up to the roof. As he reached the roof there was a group of about five men waiting for him. The middle man was someone he knew well. "We have to stop meeting like this Drebin..." said the man as he smoked an expensive cigar. The four men behind him had tommy guns. There was no way he could dodge all the fire. "What do you want Boverick?" asked Drebin. Boverick smoked half his cigar before answering. "Time's up. Where is my money?" he answered tapping the ashes onto the roof. "I don't have it" answered Drebin. A finger snapped and the rotor sound of the tommy started spraying death at Drebin. Drebin drew his pistol and shot off two bullets both nailing head shots on two of the lackeys. But Drebin was cut down quickly. As he bled out he looked up at the sun behind the clouds. His glazed over eyes glistening slightly.
"I want to live." he managed through his blood filled throat.
The blood that had abandoned him before filtered back into his body as his wounds closed up. Standing up he shot two rounds killing the two other guards. Their back were two him as obviously they thought the battle was over. Stumbling to his feet he put his hat back on his head. His crimson hair falling to the sides. A cigar dropped to the ground. "Demon! Your dead!" yelled Boverick. "Sure seems that way doesn't it?" answered Drebin. "Four in the dead. Two in the chamber" Boverick turned to him confused. Spinning the barrel Drebin put the gun to his temple. Pulling the trigger there was nothing but a loud click. Then spinning it again he shot at the only other man on the roof. A loud gunshot echoed. "Looks like lady luck has the hots for me after all..." he said gripping the stopwatch in his pocket.
All I wished for was tomorrow. Where is this reality?
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Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 10:28 pm
∎∎∎∎∎ ℱ ℩ ℴ ɾ ℯ xx Д ℓ ℩ ₠ ∎∎∎∎∎
 Words are worthlessShe tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, adjusting her glasses as her baby blues followed the over-dressed, lanky frame. He stood stiffly before her desk, his frown invariably fixed as his large, hooded eyes took in the rich decor. Then he did something profoundly ordinary - he smiled. She was literally taken aback at the normality of the gesture, a push of her ergonomic swivel seat nearly sent her hurtling into a plastic fikus as her head tilted to the side and a brow rose.
She didn't know what to make of him: yes, she was fully aware of how supernatural he was, but she couldn't place a finger on his motive. His looks didn't help her either - he had thick, black hair slicked back and dressed like a principal that thought too highly of his position. With all the distrust a woman could gather (men always underestimated how little a lady could trust, yet depend so freely), she watched him place the watch in her hand. Her mouth opened to object but a cold, dry finger placed itself on her lips. Before, when he went a-rap-tap tapping on her door, she rejected it; but he insisted in a fashion that she couldn't refuse - he offered knowledge. It wasn't anything she didn't assume, but to know and have him display a petty parcel of his gargantuan powers put her on edge, yet at ease.
Fiore Alice thought of all this as she downed a cup of coffee in the dark, her office lights were the only ones on in the building. She thumbed through the final pages of her handwritten draft - her tired eyes slid across the page as she groaned at the bitter java. This was the tenth time she edited the piece - luckily, multiples of five were always the charm with her. When she rose, she felt the watch drag in her pocket. Her fingers reached in and smoothed over the ornate cover. If I really could have a wish... No. This isn't something to toy with. Yet her subconscious went on to list all the things wrong with humanity and her meager ideas on how to fix most.
She packed her briefcase and departed, groggily grumbling an Hola to the astonished janitors. When she saw the light of day, she smiled, letting some of her excess tension slink into a gutter as she rolled her shoulders. "Who do I have to kill to get a decent back rub?" she asked absentmindedly, rolling her neck about. It almost didn't occur to her that the first person she thought of was her own mother. Just when she realized the possible horror that could ensue, she mentally wished to take it back. Then she imagined the amused sneer on her stranger's pallid face as she fretted, smugly reminding her that there was no harm in thought; she scoffed at the thought; but found herself smiling as she relaxed a sneer of her own .
For a while, she felt rather content and maybe even powerful with that watch in her pocket, but then a thought crept. I haven't made a wish yet... She retreated to the nearest stoop and opened the watch. Its ticking intimidated her beyond rationality. A bead of sweat splashed dramatically onto its opened face, pooling over the smooth surface. Then she heard a door close - a portly fellow and red-headed gentleman made an exchange, even shook hands. As she regathered her scatter-brained self, her focus honed in on a rather conspicuous watch. Without thinking, she made her first wish, "I wish for a moment of his time." Her watch vibrated, warmed, and even felt heavier in her palm. She stood as he trotted down the steps. She cleared her throat, "I'm sorry to intercept you, but could you spare me a moment," she flipped open her watch, her gaze flitting from him to it to him again. The reporter tried to come off as relaxed, but the long day and her recent distress didn't help in her demeanor, so she dropped the act. "You either know a skilled watch clerk or we've been visited by the same vamp of a," she threw her fingers up to do air quotations, " 'man'." She eyed him suspiciously, looking for some sort of reaction.
until we fortify them with forethought.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 4:21 am
 Nothing is as obnoxious as others people's luck... As he made his way down the fire escape he smiled lighting up another cigarette. Things were about to get alot easier for him now that he had that watch. Who cares if a few people had to die for him to finally get what he wanted. Many rulers have crushed that backs of those beneath them to get what they wanted,, and now it was his turn. As he reached his room again he paused for a second. "I wish for a big pile of money on the bed." he said chuckling a little bit. As he walked in he admired his prize. Enough money to splurge for a month on the bed was indeed waiting for him. He sat next to it counting it and carressing it. And he knew just what do do with it. Taking enough to pay off all his debts he walked out of his apartment and paid the rent. Then he went and visited the loan sharks. They were very surprised to see him and even more surprised that he wasn't asking for more money.
But they weren't ones to look a gift horse in the mouth. They took the money and didn't ask many questions. A few tried to get him to take out more loans with the hope they could get more out of him. He replied with a finger and walked out the door. He had dealt with those loan sharks for long enough. As he walked out of the bank he put his hat on that completed his look and kept his hair in place. "Maybe I should see about a barber later..." he thought to himself as he started to walk down the street."I wish the boys could see me now!" he exclaimed. Then he saw a face that he hadn't seen in a while. Since the good old days when the family got back together. He felt the watch vibrate and chuckled slightly. It was very sensitive to the word "wish". Something that he should be careful of incase he even felt like saying. I wish the world would end. As the chubby fellow made his way to him he paused stunned. There was a stream of dried bood that ran down the side of his face.
There was no mistaking it. James his old friend was already dead, but walking around as if that bullet to the head hadn't taken his life. The dead corpse reached out for a shake which Drebin returned in kind. Pulling his friend in he spoke even though the man probably would respond. "I will remake this family for you all. Now go to the meeting place and I will return." he said and the corpse moaned in acknowledgement. He really didn't know what to say at that point, but that confirmed that this watch had supernatural powers beyond the scope of reality. Suddenly his attention was stolen by a girl standing across the street. For some reason she was the only thing he could focus on even if he tried.
Adjusting his clothes he walked over to the girl. Maybe this was fate and this girl was going to turn out to be his future wife or something. Walking over he stood in front of her. Before his mother could utter any type of cheesy pick up line she took the first chance to speak. Looking down at her watch he tensed up. "So there is more than one. And here I thought I had won the lottery or something. Yes I met that man." He said smirking. But this girl didn't look like the type of girl that would be able to take a life as easy as he would, and so he didn't see her as a immediate threat. Which meant Velvet was going to remain in her holster for the time being. But how much she knew was another question. Any extra information he could get would come in handy. Then he remembered how he was so drawn to her. But he didn't need to ask about her. "I wish I knew who you were." he said smiling. He waited as she told him her name, age, measurements, and background as if it was scripted in a play.
He knew that if she was like any other woman she would be absolutely furious, but he wanted to test just how far the limits went on the watch. "Ok" he said chuckling. "I wish you would stop explaining yourself." he said. He knew that if he wasn't careful with his wording he might have caused her more problems her by saying. I wish you would stop. He just hoped that she was careful with her words as well. "My apologies. I had to make sure you weren't a threat. I'm not the most...trusting of people." he explained. ...Until Lady Luck kisses you sweetly. Then it's bragging time!
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