Gathering of the Figments

Figment · Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:39 pm Post subject: Borrowed Time

Name: Taedra (Tay-Dra) Phineas
Nickname: Tae or Phin
Appearance: Dark brown hair to her waist, often tied back, Bright blue eyes, tanned skin, slim but strong, average height.
She wears durable clothes, stained by mud that has ben washed away but a ghost of it still remains, she wears long pants and a top, with a hooded cloak over the top of it all.

This isn't a set story, all you need know is that there is some kind of epidemic going on, and the civilased world has essentially began to break down, the rich people are buying themselves vaccines, but some of them work, and some of them make the subject die faster and more painfully. The world is in turmoil and there is one person who may be able to help, it is an elderly man, who was around last time a similar epidemic happened and he stopped it, but then he receded to the woods to live by himself because of the gruesome images he saw. He supposedly is or at least was, a great wizard, but no one has really heard from him since he ventured into the woods to find solitude all those years ago.
I'm thinking maybe a quest to go and find him....
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Figment · Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 6:55 pm Post subject:

~Taedra~

Tae made her way along the road, she would not be able to stop in this town either, all the windows were smashed, all the shops and houses had been looted. And then there was the smell.

The smell was what made her certain she could not stop here, it was the smell of sickness and the smell of death, she knew the smell well, it had invaded her home town, and then the surroundingh towns.

There was no reason given why people suddenly started to fall down dead, people who had been as healthy as could be merely two hours previous.

The disease had spread like wildfire, but for some reason a select few were not affected, Taedra was one of them, and she wished that she had died along with the rest of them. Maybe she had commited a sin that had meant she should watch her parents and her older brother and younger sister die, maybe she had done some terrible deed that left her condemmed to watch her friends die.

She did not know what she had done, but it must have been truly heinous, because no one should be made to suffer such things.

It had been a day and a half of walking since she had left the forrest, the only place she had found that did not have the smell lingering, suffocating those who should smell it.

She had a rag across her face and although it did help a little to stop the smell, it was simply that, a little.

*oh well,* she thought, *Perhaps, just maybe the next town will be healthy* She cast her gaze down again, she did not wish to see the corpses of those people sitting in their lounge rooms, where the windows had been smaseher, with the little purple growths over their bodies.

Maybe the force that had wished her so much torment would show her some mercy... But after it had put her through all of that, she didn't know why it would change now.
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trinity · Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 8:38 pm Post subject:

Name: Emery (Emer-Ree) Bethseda
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Description: Curly white-blonde hair to the middle of her back, aquamarine eyes, a sort of a ghostly pale(she doesn't see much sun). She's taller than the average school girl, a little bit on the way to skinny side, not overly strong but good with a bow and arrow. Her outift is a satin emerald green jumpsuit with a light green undershirt and a dark green baseball cap.

Emery looked down at the man she held in her arms he was breathing in gasps and every time he coughed he coughed up blood. His name was Danzeeil, Emery was engaged to be married to him and she loved him more than she loved herself. Sobs rocked her body and all she could do was tell him not to leave her, she couldn't go on in this world alone. They were both covered in his blood and Emery was finding it hard to hold onto his hand for it kept slipping out of hers because of the sweat. Danzeeil took the little bit of stength he had and stretched his blood stained hand to Emery's face and caressed her cheek.
"I...love you....Em....forever." Danzeeil said then his hand slipped to the ground and he became limp in Emery's arms.
"No, noooo! Don't leave me!" Emery screamed holding Danzeeil to her and crying loudly.
"You can't go, I can't go on without you....." She whimpered, but he didn't move, he was gone and Emery knew he wasn't coming back, but she didn't move she sat there holding him as people rushed in and out of her home taking what they pleased and paying no attention to her and Danzeeil. In the time of desperation the truth in everyone came out and no one was ever the same again, Emery would never be the same again. She had seen her only love die and a thing like that changes a person, and Emery knew it wasn't for the better.
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Figment · Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:50 pm Post subject:

(OOC. Ok, i think we need more characters, hey trin?)

Name: Milara Storges
Nickname: Millie or Lara
Age: 6
Appearance: Very petite child, her skin looks like porcelain (underneath all the dirt and stuff) wavy hair that falls half way down her back and is a coppery colour with golden streaks through it. her eyes are a yellowish colour, unnatural looking.

Milara looked out upon the town, she was hidden in an attic, looking out through the tiny window unforseen. Downstairs there was the banging and crashing and the sound of glass being walked upon as people entered her house through the window, took all of her family's possessions and then fough with one another for the goods, all while her parents unseeing eyes looked on.

She remained hidden because she had seen the horrible fate that met other young children, and espescially girls.

To put it plainly, they would not be around to tell their stories in years, months, weeks, even days to come.

These were people that had looked after Millie when her parents had to leave town urgently and could not take her along. These were the people had been at her house for dinner whenever there was a special occaision, they had bought her birthday presents and sang her songs and read bed time stories to her.

These were the people she referred to as Uncle Garius, Aunty Rienne, but who were not actually related to her, people who had always protected her.

She was waiting... not sure of what it was, but for the crazyness to die down, and for it to be safe to leave the attic, she didn't know what would tell her it was time, but maybe once thebanging and crashing stopped downstairs, maybe once there was no-one left, after they had all killed each other or died of the illness.
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trinity · Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 10:47 am Post subject:

Name: Davin Trade
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Appearance: Curly jet black hair that's a little longer than his ears, hazel eyes, very tall about 6'2 and really gangly. Wears black slacks with a white peasant shirt.

Davin kept his back pressed to the wall trying to stay as hidden as he could from the people of the town that had gone mad. The disease and death had started a riot and soon people were killing people in the streets over a piece of cloth or for a piece of food smaller than a grape. Davin had escaped the first rush of the disease when his parents had thrust him down in the small space under the floorboards big enough for only him. When he had mangaged to break through the lock by kicking on the boards his parents were gone and his home had been trashed and broken. He had went to run out the door but stopped when he saw his best friend murder a man by running him through with a pitchfork and then ripped his shirt off and ran after a woman. Davin ran to the back door of his home and snuck out and stuck himself to the wall.

There were crazed people everywhere there would no possible way he could get away without fighting. He slipped down the wall and crouched on the ground and moved and silently and slowly as he could he made it to his dad's toolshed it seemed no one had thought to look in the backyard, yet. Inside were most of the things used to fix the house or garden but hidden underneath the lawnmower they never used was his dad's Acra sword. He unstuck the black then the handle and then pressed them together to make the sword whole again, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for what he may have to do before he could escape this town.
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Figment · Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 3:40 pm Post subject:

(OOC. I forget to tell you that tae is 20... sorry about that...)

~Taedra~

Yet another cursed town where people killed each other, she sometimes thought, for the sheer thrill of murder, for many people died over meaningless items. Someone was ot going to be saved from the disease if they killed their fellow villager for a piece of jewellery, or something less valuable, an item of clothing?

The disease had clearly killed who it would and sent the rest mad, Tae was sure that she had turned mad herself.

She was waiting to be locked up in a padded room with no way out and only herself to talk to, so that if she wasn't mad, she soon would be.

She was hoping that someone would throw a bucket of cold water on her and that she would wake up at any moment.

But still she trudged on, because neither of these things had happened yet, and in the meantime she wasn't going to be ravaged by some crazy drunken old man.
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Figment · Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 3:51 pm Post subject:

~Milara~

The child had fallen asleep, worn out by the grief and shock of the past two days, of what she had seen her family friends do and how her parents had been to weak to move, and then they just hadn't opened their eyes.

She awoke now, brought to consciousness as a particularly loud crash told her that her mum's favourite dresser had been knocked over, the cherry wood splintering on impact.

Then she looked out the window once more to see if things had settled down at all, and she saw a girl, walking as if she didn't see any of what was going on around her.and the others didn't seem to see her either, she walked as a shadow amongst killers.

Millie quickly put on her shoes and tied up the laces (she was very good for her age) and then grabbed her coat and cast it around her shoulders, then picking up a bag her mum had made for her bfore she got to weak, a bag that contained food, clean clothes, and Mr Harem, her cat doll thet her mother had made her.

She then made her way down the stairs and peered around the corner of the rails, looking upon the looters who were unaware that she was there.

She pulled her hood over her head, timed it just right, and ran past them, delicately trying to step past the broken glass.

She ran out to the street, caught up with the woman and fell into step with her, and no-one yet had made a comment, she looked up at the woman who seemed to have not noticed Milara's presence, but was she just pretending.
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trinity · Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 4:02 pm Post subject:

~Emery~

Emery was mad at the world, mad, at Danzeeil, and mad at herself all her life she had been taught to be a proper lady to have good posture to never chew with her mouth open and to never fight. If she did all that her mother assured her she'd have the perfect husband, perfect kids, and a perfect life. Now all of her mother's promises all of the vows Emery had made to herself had gone up in smoke she was alone and one of the only living survivors of the epidemic that took everything she had ever cared about away from her. She knew that many of the townspeople had gone crazy while in her trance over Danzeeil's death it seemed her unconcious mind had caught every little detal that had gone on around her while she couldn't.

The thing was she felt a little crazy herself and ready to kill anything that tried to stop her from leaving this dreaded place. She stood up slowly and pulled Danzeeil's green baseball cap off his head and placed it on her she imagined she looked quite a sight in rich clothing stained in sweat and blood, she hoped she looked intimidating enough. The next order of business to find her father's weapons and she knew just what she wanted, his ivory longbow and his specially crafted silver arrows.

(OOC: I know I go a little weapon crazy with my stories but I do best when armed with an actual weapon then sneaking around in the things I write hope it doesn't bug anyone and hope it doesn't make me sound too violent. Smile

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trinity · Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 4:11 pm Post subject:

~Davin~

They had finally spotted him two very battered and bloody men, they came at Davin with yellowed and red eyes ready to kill him with their bare hands. Davin had never practiced swordmanship but now was not the time to think of the right way to swing a sword all he had to do was plant a very fatal blow to the head, heart, or stomach. Of course when his dad tried to get Davin to listen to his sword 101 talks Davin was never interested and blocked it out. The one thing he did remember is that when swinging a sword always make sure to keep a tight grip and don't cut oneself. His reasons for remembering this now was because after swinging and missing the first man Davin managed to forget his legs were attached to his body and his sword came back at him and slashed a rather large gash into his calf.

The two men even though they were crazed lunitics seemed to find this funny and broke out in roaring laughs that caused them to spit out blood though they didn't seem to notice or care. The good thing was this gave Davin ample time to run and try to find an easy deserted route out of this place.
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garra121 · Pen Pusher Joined: 19 Apr 2006 Posts: 249 Location: My mom

name:Ryoku
nickname:No nickname
I have red eyes and grayish white long velvet soft hair.I am slim (cause I kill to get it over with)I have a red and black clothes that fit nicley arround my figure.I carry no vaccine and kill you ever does carry it either with my own hands or with a sword I call sword.
I am 300 years old yet still have my butifull body thanks to the old man sealing me inside a rock for 280 years but Ill say Iam 19 for know.My goals are to kill everyone who carry's the vaccine and murder that old man.

Ryoku looks up at the hot sun and says I hate summer it is harder to smell the vaccine Darn it but I am feeling that water is near by and if I go to the water and get in maybe I can smell it.

Ryoku jumps in the water to relize it was steaming hot and she jumped out screaming saying you stupid water bad Idea.hmmmmmm whats that she said looking at a old man redy to die.She runs over and feals his neck and it shows that the was a sign of vaccine in him so she grabed her sword and stabbed it threw his heart.

(she sounds mean but she's doin it to help.)
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Figment · Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 8:54 pm Post subject:

~Taedra~

Taedra had noticed the child, youth and innocence hidden beneath a layer of dirt and blood.
The child would have been no more then 5 or 6 and Tae was surprised to find her still alive amongst all the madness and mayhem.
She did not turn and look at the child, but tried to gather as much information as possible from a quick glance out of the corner of her eye.
It seemed, to Taedra's great relief, that none of the murderous citizens around them had noticed this small figure and as she fell into step, stony faced, a minature version of Taedra, she disappeared under the same little unknown magic that kept tae from sight.
They moved onwards, not faltering for a second, as that may mean death for them both, what ever it was keeping them safe may stop working at any moment.
They approached the edge of the town and moved onto the main path, hoping against all hope that the next town would be more welcoming and less... infectious.
The two walked in silence, they did not know each others names, or even each other's voices.
Except for the occaisonal sideways glance, they may have each been travelling on their own, down this road, the person walking beside them may have not existed, but for in their mind, perhaps as a side effect of the disease and madness.

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Time passed, as did towns and villages.
After a while they passed through a town that seemed very exspensive, and other than the smell of death, carried the scent of money.
Strangely in this town there were no looters running up and down the street, there were no shouts and sounds of death, but the smell lingered.
Windows were borded up, although whether to keep something in, or out, Tae was unsure.
Tae decided that this may be as safe a place as any to get some rest.
If only they could find a shed or uninhabited house(and preferably lacking in death) then they could hide within and perhaps no-one would be any wiser to their presence.
They looked down this alley, up that street, but many places were boarded up to the point of stopping them from entering.
Around a corner Tae found herself looking straight down the shaft of a silver arrow and into the angry face of a girl a few years younger than herself and found herself instinctively pushing her silent little companion behind her to act as a kind of sheild to the child and looked fearfully at the holder of the weapon.
At least if she died now, she wouldn't really be leaving anything behind, and she would prefer and arrow to the sickness.
But at the same time she felt a pang of sadness at the thought of the little girl.
Who knew what the poor thing had seen, and she was about to witness another death, she was about to be completely alone in those few seconds befroe she too found death.

(OOC. Crap i know, but hey, i'm tired, and i thought it was time i posted again....)
(OOC again.... Garra, is it ok if you please try and keep to one point of view and one tense as well? and try to use some punctuation to break up the entries a bit? Going from "I" to "Ryoku" and "she Does this" and "I do this" is a bit hard to follow, it just stops the story from flowing as well, and makes it harder to suspend your disbelief and get in character if you are constantly trying to figure out what the entry actually says. Quite frankly, i'm not sure what the one you posted said really, other than a few descriptions of your character and a couple of things that happened, it was really confusing. And you are allowed to do long entries as well.
Of course short entries are fine, but please try and keep them to a minimum as much as possible, Thank You!)
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trinity · Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 8:40 am Post subject:

~Emery~

After Emery had located her dad's bow and after a great deal of scrounging she managed to find her dad's arrows tucked away behind his favorite-now battered-dresser she tied the arrow holder around her thigh and took a deep breath. She kept one hand next to the arrow holster and the other holding the bow with a tight grip, she walked carefully and quietly out of her home and into the streets. There seemed to be few of the crazy diseased and they were too busy chasing each other to notice Emery sneaking behind and around them. Relief washed over her as she reached a nice calm alleyway she relaxed a little and her grip on the bow wasn't as tight but her hand was still near the arrows. As she reached the middle of the alley she was startled by the sudden appearance of a boy holding onto what looked to be an Acra sword very rare and very dangerous in the wrong hands. Emery grabbed her arrow and quickly aimed at the boy when the boy turned and noticed her he threw his arms up dropping the sword with a loud clang.

Everything grew deathly silent and Emery knew not just her and this boy had heard that clang, she ran forward to the boy and grabbed his sword thrusting it into his hands.
"Are you trying to draw them to us, we have to go now!" Emery said and pushed the boy forward, he tried his best to wield the sword but it seemed he wasn't strong enough to land any fatal blows. When Emery heard a noise up ahead she stopped the boy and shushed him.
"Wait here and don't make a sound or I will kill you myself." Emery whispered and threaded an arrow into her bow she ran forward and as she did a girl who looked to be older than her and another young girl who had to have been around six were standing in front of her. Emery kept her bow at ready not sure whether to trust yet another person there couldn't possibly be that many people who survived the plague not in one town. Then Emery saw the older woman push the little girl behind her as if trying to protect her and that wasn't something she saw the diseased doing. Grudgingly Emery lowered her bow and replaced the arrow the two in front of her seemed to be take a long overdue breath and walked towards her.
"Care to explain to me how you managed to survive?" Emery said folding her arms and glaring at the woman and girl.
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Figment · Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2006 12:32 pm Post subject:

~Taedra~

"Care to explain to me how you managed to survive?" the girl asked, and despite all of the horrific sights and sounds and smells of the past week, and all that she had been through, Taedra felt slightly annoyed at being questioned by this girl, even if she was the one holding the weapon.
"Yes, Ma'am" Tae said, extra emphasis on the second word and sweeping the girl a very generous curtsy. She then switched into busines mode.
"I don't know how i survived, everyone around me was lost to the disease, my parents, my brother and sister, everyone i knew. They either died or went crazy. Thats how i came to be here, i thought maybe there would be somewhere i could find that was not affected..."
"Right... What about the kid then?"
Tae looked around at the girl, realising that she didn't even know the child's name.
Millie spoke, with more calm than one would expect from a child who had seen what she undoubtedly had.
"My mum and dad got sick, and then they sort of fell asleep in their chairs and they didn't wake up... Everyone else went crazy, they broke our windows and I hid upstairs in the attic. And then one day i saw uhm...." She looked over at Tae.
"Taedra" she offered helpfully.
"Then I saw Taedra," Milara continued, "And they weren't attacking her, so i went with her... I'm Really tired," She said, and then yawned as if to emphasise this fact.
"Are we just going to stand here on the street, socialising, waiting for one of them to come and get us?" Taedra asked, her arms crossed, looking at the girl with the crossbow.
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trinity · Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 9:08 pm Post subject:

Davin listened in on the woman he had mets conversation with what sounded like two other women and not one of them sounded like the crazy diseased people so when their conversation seemed to come to an end Davin stepped out of the shadows and went to stand by the blonde woman. What he saw before her was a young girl and a woman who looked mature beyond her years.
"Attract anymore diseased to us boy?" The blonde woman asked.
"No I was quiet like you said to be." Davin said, even though this woman couldn't have been much older than him she had a certain affect over him that made him believe that if he didn't obey there would be punishment. She had to be one of the rich, snotty girls who always got what they wanted.
"I'm Davin by the way." He said to the group at large.
The blonde woman heaved a sigh and shifted weight from her left foot tp her right before answering.
"Emery." Was all she said.
"I'm Taedra." The mature woman said.
"Milara Storges." The little one said.
"Now that were all so conveniently introduced I suggest we either split up and go our seperate way, which is recommended by me, or we all head out together I think the best option is to head to Elfreids it's to the North and was farthest from the initial disease bringers." Emery said.
"I suggest stay together." Davin said.
"You would boy, if you don't learn how to use that sword you might as well turn it on yourself to end your misery quickly."
"Stop telling me what to do I can take care of myself and I can easily handle this sword."
"I must have missed your expertise when you dropped it with a loud clang!"
"I'm am not going to take this from you you don't even know me and you know what else-"
"Stop arguing were wasting time, now take us to Elfreids before your shouting attracts the diseased!" Taedra said exasperatedly, Davin stared daggers at Emery before hoisting his sword up on his shoulder and trying to pretend the weight wasn't making his shoulder ache and weighing him down.

OOC: Not my best work total writers block it's like midnight and I'm tired but I just couldn't go to sleep hope it's not too horrible though.
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Ruralin · Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 10:41 am Post subject:

Name: Connor Anzol
Nickname: none
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Light brown hair that reahes his ears, blue eyes, thin face. Connor is about 5"9. Scar across cheek.

~Connor~

Connor's blood boiled he glanced around him at the crazed people spitting blood and chanting at him. The people had sticks, big sticks, they jabbed and swung at Connor and his father but Connor was the healthy one. His father had the same dreaded disease that had contaminated his town, his world.
"Get back!" screamed Connor with all his might, slicing through the air with his dagger. A woman, undoubtadely insane began to yell, but yell nothing in particular. She sprinted towards Connor's father and ripped the tunic off him.
"No!!" howled Conner and he theust his dagger forward... straight into the woman's breast. Connor had never killed before but he had never expected his victim to laugh, to screech, to howl, to be silent in such rapid succession.
Connor clutched to his father's wrist but it was limp. He looked round to see his father collapsing with a trickle of blood coming from the corner of his mouth. Connor exhaled and stood in sillence, oblivious, now to the jeering crowd.
"Dad?" Connor said. He sniffed and held his breath... no answer. He began to sob and let go of his father's hand. The his eyes were set alight, he looked round at the mass of people, howling. Connor put his dagger away, he wouldn't need it. He charged...
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