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 Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 10:01 pm
The following is a thread for rp'ing anything that goes on at the Plaza outside the skyscraper, within the skyscraper itself, and even atop the skyscraper. This place is off-limits to the casual passerby as it can only be accessed by those who work within the tower, or for those who run it.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 11:12 pm
The dark sceaming sounds of his minds demons came running at him with all the wrath of a bull elephant. He couldn't exscape. He just couldn't exscape. He wanted nothing but to be free.
Some where above him a clock struck twelve. It's bleating crys wove there ways down into the deeps of his soul, and fear was what it brought forth. Fear that caused every muscule in being to contort with anger.
The chains that bound him to the crouding walls of this little nitch of hell creaked with a sound that brought no hope to his abilities of excaping.
The wall that he was chained to began to creak back wards. easing its self into the imataion if a tabel. And thats when it started.
The same ritual that started every night. The thing that made him wish even more that he could die. It made long to be human.
Straining his eye wide open hoping to catch a glimps of the thing that brought him so much pain. But with this darkness they might as well of swen his eyes shut. Maybe it would be less frightening know that he couldn't see at all.
The soul wrenching sound that he had been waiting for reatched his ears. The sound that he had been waiting for. The sound that told him that no matter how badly hurt he would just keep on living.
It was not something Zachrist wanted to hear. The sound of the ever swinging blade that would slowly carve it's way through his body. But what did he expect to hear?
It was the same as every night. He sat there counting chimes for all etirnity waiting in the dark for it to come. And maybe some day the Basterds that ran this obilisc of timely distruction would decide to change his punishment.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 11:50 pm
((Until I can create my new account, I'll be rping on this account. Same character on both, just a different account. The character name is Azumi Koshibara. I'll be waiting until I get my new account to post my bio.))
Stepping out from the shadows of the room, she looked upon the man ensnared upon the wall. She couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him, as cold as her heart was. Stepping forward until she was but inches away from him, she spoke out to him.
"What is your name?" She hadn't heard about anyone being held at this level by the higher ups, which was rather odd, as she was second in command at this behemoth.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2005 11:58 pm
Cold sweat poured down his face as the blade began to tear apart the lining of his stomach. Every part of the out side world no longer belonged to him. Trying to block out the sounds of the swinging blade he thought a heard a voice wisper it's way into his subconsious.
Was there some one really there? Or was he just halucinating again. It had to be an illusion. No one had been down here for years. No one real at least. Zachrist ramed the back of his skull into the stone tabel that held him. Hoping to give himself a concousion so he could sleep through the seperation of his body. If only he could block it out.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 12:07 am
She had never taken a liking to being ignored. It was because of this that she became somewhat angered. Standing upon the table that held him, hovering over his body, she looked down upon him with a pity-filled look. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the blade, ripping it from it's pendulum and stabbed it into the table beside his head. Soon kneeling down so that her face was inches away from his.
"I asked you what your name was, b***h."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 12:15 am
The noise stopped. the incessint cutting stopped. opening his eyes slightly he was blinded by the burnign light that he had not seen for years. And there causing a dark spot on his vision was an angery slight fowl look women. She reeked of high powered work.
Her jagged words carved there way into his tender mind. Why was she wanting to know his name? Zacherist didnt really understand...
Nodding a head he tried to catch her atention to the fact that his lips had long been swen shut. so his screams would no longer echo out into the buildings halls.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 12:24 am
Pulling away, she ripped the blade out from the table, swiping it quickly across his face, cutting open his lips. Throwing it aside, she soon after grabbed the man by the throat, ripping him off the table and tossing him to the wall. Stepping closer to him, she held one hand over his lower torso, transfering the cut onto herself.
Coughing up blood as the wound slowly healed, she spoke once more to the man. "Now, no pain. Tell me what your name is."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 12:31 am
Coughing insesantly he gave a wirery grin. "God your insistant. My names Zacherist. Though most call me Z." He gave her a some what flipant glare and moved to bend his creaking limbs. This crazy woman had ripped a heavy blade from its reasting place, cut his mouth open broke him free from heavy chains and then healed him. Who the hell was she. He wasn't sure if she was to be reviered or hated.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 12:39 am
Smiling wryly, she stood and looked upon this man. "Alrigh Zachrist, though I have freed you from that prison, there is another that keeps you in. You shall not leave this room without my aid."
Returning to full stature, she walked across the room, standing beside the far wall. Looking upon him once more, her smile was fully shown. "And so, I present you this. Swear yourself to me, and I shall free you from here. Completely."
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 12:43 am
Bind his soul to her? Why did she even want it? he was quiet useless. But then again this would be to his gain. he just wanted out. Meh.. She probaly just wanted him for the fact that he was imprisioned by the partners. With out another thought he bowed him self to one knee and placed a hand on the ground for suport.
"I Zacherist, of the seventh gate, swear my self to you. I am at your compleat comand." With those words isued from his mouth he closed his eyes. What did he get him self into this time?
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2005 12:54 am
Walking up to stand in front of him, she knelt till she was just above him. Reaching below his chin, she tilted his head up, kissing his lips playfully. "And with this, you are bound to me.
It was then that the whole room went dark. Her wings shadowed over them both, engulfing the two of them in the darkness. Moments later, light shown through. A silver orb. Her wings pulled back to reveal that the both of them were standing atop the highest point of the obelisk. Where their bond should begin, and in time, would end.
((Oooo... Foreshadowing...))
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:00 am
Tilting his head back he let the lunar beams pour down his throught, he lapped up their beauty. Turning his eyes to his new life bond he bowed his head slightly "what now Milady?"
His voice still creaked with the sounds of discontinued use.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:17 am
Once more looking down upon him, she playfully traced his jawline. A devilish smirk drew across her lips. Her wings stretched out, absorbing the loving light of the moon.
"Would you kill for me?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:37 am
Meeting her eyes he brought his hand to rest apon hers, stoping it's movement. "Of course." His gaze fell to her lips. "If you comanded me, I would do any thing your mind could dream up."
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 10:42 am
"Really now?" As she spoke, she rather playfully, even for herself, pushed him over. Kneeling beside him she spoke once more. "There is a man, a rather troublesome one at that, named Ashe. I wish for you to bring him to me. Alive. Unconcious if need be."
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