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`doll · 03-05-2009, 09:36 PM

A movement towards her direction caught Sophia's attention. Recognizing it was George stepping to her, she waved her hand with a greeting smile and a bit of a curious look--what was this all about? The smile faded along the corners of her lips as George turned to look behind him, and the sudden sound of gunshot made Sophia jump with a yelp, and widen her eyes.

The crumple of the man and flow of blood immediately brought a sick sensation to her stomach, and confronted by his frozen face, horror filled her eyes. She had never seen someone get shot, or even witness any real violence in front of her. The sight was too, sudden, too..much.

"HE'S DEAD. OH LORD HE'S DEAD. SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE."

She felt her head rush.

The vision was blocked as those around her reacted by going to George almost immediately. Sophia had to see, and though slow in reaction and confused in emotion, she inaudibly pushed her way through before more people could crowd around the man.

Someone spoke, "You're wasting your time, sista."

The cries of the woman and grim voice of the man barely reached her ears. She couldn't seem to take anything in. They kneeled and stood around George, hiding everything from sight but the spill of blood on the floor, running from his awkwardly fallen body. Sophia watched the man who had spoken pick up something--an envelope? Could this be something George was about to show her? These thoughts alerted her senses.

Another woman, standing above the body grabbed at the item, "WHAT THE **** IS THIS? I have a letter from this guy. I was- I was supposed to ****ing meet him here."

The man she took it from, "Me too."

Sophia blinked, and in a swift movement towards Fey, whipped the other girl to turn her somewhat around to her. She didn't actually mean to grab at a stranger with a violent jerk, but a feeling squeezed inside her chest, seizing her breath.

"Wh-what do you mean you were supposed to meet him here?"

Realizing the pool of blood was at her feet, the girl's hand instantly covered her mouth, throat squeezing with the threat of nausea.

xkittyxlicksx · 03-06-2009, 06:56 AM

Fey jumped back, stretching one arm out to keep the man away from the girl's soon-to-be spew of vomit. Luckily, the girl managed to keep her composure, though remained a little green.

"Are you trying to say... that you were supposed to be here too?" Fey said slowly, it was difficult to piece all this information together under the present circumstances. She would have gone further in her articulation but sirens were quickly approaching from the east side of Front Street. The crowd was beginning to recede, murmuring to each other about why these three were conversing over this man's dead body.

It was at that moment that the man with the unkempt hair decided to reclaim Dante's letter. He shoved it into his pocket and began walking West.
"Like the letter says, sista, I'm leavin'!"

Fey stood, angry and confused at this stranger's brashness. The dude had balls taking the letter right out of her hands like he did. In an attempt to keep up with his bravado, she grabbed the other girl's arm and pulled her along.

"Better step it up, we're getting the **** out of here!"

shadowsworn · 03-08-2009, 05:43 PM

OOC: Basically, until the characters go somewhere else, or look at the letter, or if you stick around, there's not much for me TO post.

Lick · 03-08-2009, 09:16 PM

OOC: Shadow is now controlling Gray.

Can life be summed up so quickly? Is this really the answer...? Can I – Huh?

“Um, are you.. Elayne Tilion?”

“...Yes. Who are you?”

“Uh, he said.. um.. no names except his and yours. 'read the letter and leave' were his exact words.”

“Hm. Well get on with it.”

“Huh? Oh, yes. Right. -ahem-

Elayne. Sweet, beautiful Elayne. You will not remember me, of that I am certain. My name is George Dantes. We met briefly at the library many moons ago. This letter is going to come as a shock, but I beg of you, do not take it lightly. Tonight, at precisely 7pm, you will come and see me at Union Station. Urgency is of the utmost importance.

-G.D

Dantes... Heh. The man who wanted that silly fantasy novel. 7Pm at Union Station it is.

“Thank you, good sir. Now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate my privacy again.”

“Erm.. K?”

Silly boy. Now, where was I? …...Dammit. -sigh- .. By-and-by o great crux, for thou shalt be naked on the morrow. 5Pm already, eh? Destiny awaits.... after a shower of course.

Arriving at the station was not what she expected.

Eyes scanning for the slightly-plump man with the mustache. She See's him. Brows furrowed in deep thought, he seems anxious to meet someone. Obviously Elayne, although he isn't even looking in her direction.

He steps forward to a pretty young girl a few meters off.

*PTSHHHHH*

Instinctively, Elayne turns towards the direction of where the gunshot came from just in time to catch the blur of a face streaking away from the window.

Suddenly she realizes what actually happened.

Turning back, she sees the middle-aged man laying lifelessly on the cement. Glazed eyes staring deep into the caverns of an eternal abyss, she notices a slightly scary looking young man leaning over the crumpled body with an even scarier looking woman at his side.

Elayne takes a step forward, and stops. The shooter could still be here..

She scans over the windows, using her acute eyesight and tracking abilities that her grandfather taught her back in BC when he took her hunting. Nothing..

She steps toward the corpse and hesitates when she sees the shifty-eyed youths leaving the body. No. I'll look to suspicious.

She decides to follow the scary-looking man and woman and talk to them once they're clear of the scene.

power_gamer_6 · 03-08-2009, 10:15 PM

Desmond took off running. He didn’t know where he was headed, but he did just like the letter said.

"Where are you going?" shouted an angry voice from behind him.
"As far as I can run!” he yelled over his shoulder.

He got to Bay & King and decided he should call a taxi, get to his apartment and take it from there. The driver pulled over and looked at him with a wary eye. Desmond looked down and realized he had blood on his sleeve from when he picked up the letter. He got into the backseat and told the driver where he was going.

He started thinking about what just happened; those girls that were there to meet him, the one who pulled the letter out of his hand; all the people around them at the time of the shooting. He wondered if people were paying more attention to the dead man than the people around him. He wondered what he was going to do and where he would go. He’d call Vlad and update him on the situation; tell him he was going away for a while. That seemed like a logical first step.

“See you in another life, brotha,” he said to the driver as he paid the fare and got out.

He stepped into his building and took the stairs up. He didn’t feel like waiting for the elevator and figured he could think more if he took the stairs. He opened the door to his apartment and headed for the phone.

“Vlad? Did I wake you, brotha? That’s good, I can never know with you!” he laughed.
“But listen, brotha. I’m in a bit of a situation here.”

He explained to Vlad what had happened in the past 6 hours. It seemed incredulous when he heard it coming out of his mouth. “I don’t know where I’m going to go. Maybe I can stay with Jack in L.A. for a while, till I figure out what is going on. I’ll keep watching the news, brotha. I’ve really got no other ideas.”

He continued, “You had to be there, brotha! I still have the note, it says ‘to my friends: leave this place.’ He was killed right in front of me, brotha. If there was ever any good reason for me to get out of here, it would be when the man who was delivering a warning to me gets shot! Do you understand me, brotha? I’ve got to go. I’ll keep in touch, ye?”

He hung up and reached for the small suitcase on the top shelf in the closet. Taking clothes right off the bar, hangers and everything, he folded them and stuffed them into it. He checked the time: almost eight. He grabbed his cell phone and the charger from off the kitchen counter. Stealing one last look at the note that started it all, the one George left on his fridge, he slipped his wallet into his coat’s inside pocket and was out the door.

shadowsworn · 03-12-2009, 05:58 AM

OOC: soooooo, I still can't really post anything more. Tell you what, if no one posts again till 6 pm tomorrow Toronto time I'll assume you all waited around the scene except for desmond, and advance things that way

power_gamer_6 · 03-16-2009, 09:04 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by shadowsworn

OOC: soooooo, I still can't really post anything more. Tell you what, if no one posts again till 6 pm tomorrow Toronto time I'll assume you all waited around the scene except for desmond, and advance things that way

OOC: Just advance shit, man.

xkittyxlicksx · 03-17-2009, 01:37 AM

OOC: FINE! I'll do something ;_;

""****in' guy couldn't even wait for us!" Fey said through her heavy breathing (smoking didn't really allow for physical activity, despite the numerous times she'd ran from the cops in her life), "He - even - took - the ****ing - letter..."

The two girls dashed up the street, taking advantage of the commotion the murder had caused. All pedestrians had their eyes fixed to the paramedics wheeling Dante's body off the pavement.

Fey abruptly turned right, ducking into a small Second Cup coffee shop. Panting heavily she rested an arm against a sleek round table near a display for coffee beans. She grabbed her side in pain and looked over at the girl who had been following her.

"Dude, I don't know what the **** is going on, but I'm not about to ****ing part ways yet. We need to get that ****ing letter back!"

She leaned over the table and slid her tattered backpack off, extracting a studded leather wallet from its interior. Pawing through her change she motioned towards the counter with her head.

"My name's Fey, wanna drink? It's on me, promise, I'm just ****ing parched!"

`doll · 03-17-2009, 04:24 AM

"Th-he ****!?" Sophia couldn't manage much of a sentence, the pull of her arm forcing her to run along side of the stranger. Her scarf blew about, legs feeling just as flimsy. She was not a runner.

They veered into the coffee shop she had earlier visited, and Sophia couldn't help but to gasp in harsh, ragged breaths. A few costumers raised brows but didn't really care to stare. Still confused as hell, she had almost tuned out the girl's voice the entire time.

"Wait, you wanna go after that kid? How are we gonna find out where he headed?" She asked incredulously. "Shit. ..I-I guess, water?"

As if just thinking about it Sophia fumbled at her phone to look at the time. Some guy had hit her up, gotten shot in front of her, told her and apparently some strangers to leave the scene in a letter, the night got dark, and now she was in a coffee shop with a random girl she'd never met in her life. What the hell was this?

"I'm..Sophia, by the way." As much as she wanted to curl up back where she was staying, something scared Sophia shitless about these strange events. It was almost like if she ditched this girl, she wouldn't be safe. But she couldn't help to think--what if this Fey knows something I don't?

Sophia hid the suspicious look.

shadowsworn · 03-17-2009, 10:22 PM

As Fey and Sophia were talking, the door of the Second Cup opened again behind them. There were two men standing there, in suits and wearing dark sunglasses. One of the men was dark and tall, of Hispanic descent, with black hair cut short, and a trace of beard on his face. The other man was shorter, and fair, with equally short brown hair, and a scar on the left cheek of his clean shaven face. The pair looked, in short like "movie cops". But there was something about the two, their demeanour and the urgency with which they stood scanning the room through their dark lenses, that silenced any laughter or jibes that might have been voiced.

Suddenly the shorter man paused, looking directly at Fey. With a surreptitious whisper to his companion, he walked swiftly forward, and was standing before them in a moment.

"Your pardon," he said, interrupting them, "But my colleague and I would like to have a word with you. If we could sit down..."

He pulled a chair out from a nearby table and sat down, looking unconcerned about whether they would join him or or not. The other man, though, stayed standing by the door still, and his gaze never wavered from Fey and Sophia.

03-05-2009, 09:36 PM	#11 (permalink)
`doll Retired Staff Join Date: Feb 2009 Posts: 2,663 Reputation: 47	A movement towards her direction caught Sophia's attention. Recognizing it was George stepping to her, she waved her hand with a greeting smile and a bit of a curious look--what was this all about? The smile faded along the corners of her lips as George turned to look behind him, and the sudden sound of gunshot made Sophia jump with a yelp, and widen her eyes. The crumple of the man and flow of blood immediately brought a sick sensation to her stomach, and confronted by his frozen face, horror filled her eyes. She had never seen someone get shot, or even witness any real violence in front of her. The sight was too, sudden, too..much. "HE'S DEAD. OH LORD HE'S DEAD. SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE." She felt her head rush. The vision was blocked as those around her reacted by going to George almost immediately. Sophia had to see, and though slow in reaction and confused in emotion, she inaudibly pushed her way through before more people could crowd around the man. Someone spoke, "You're wasting your time, sista." The cries of the woman and grim voice of the man barely reached her ears. She couldn't seem to take anything in. They kneeled and stood around George, hiding everything from sight but the spill of blood on the floor, running from his awkwardly fallen body. Sophia watched the man who had spoken pick up something--an envelope? Could this be something George was about to show her? These thoughts alerted her senses. Another woman, standing above the body grabbed at the item, "WHAT THE * IS THIS? I have a letter from this guy. I was- I was supposed to *ing meet him here." The man she took it from, "Me too." Sophia blinked, and in a swift movement towards Fey, whipped the other girl to turn her somewhat around to her. She didn't actually mean to grab at a stranger with a violent jerk, but a feeling squeezed inside her chest, seizing her breath. "Wh-what do you mean you were supposed to meet him here?" Realizing the pool of blood was at her feet, the girl's hand instantly covered her mouth, throat squeezing with the threat of nausea.

03-06-2009, 06:56 AM	#12 (permalink)
xkittyxlicksx Eriond's Egotist Join Date: May 2006 Location: In My Cage Posts: 1,745 Reputation: 28	Fey jumped back, stretching one arm out to keep the man away from the girl's soon-to-be spew of vomit. Luckily, the girl managed to keep her composure, though remained a little green. "Are you trying to say... that you were supposed to be here too?" Fey said slowly, it was difficult to piece all this information together under the present circumstances. She would have gone further in her articulation but sirens were quickly approaching from the east side of Front Street. The crowd was beginning to recede, murmuring to each other about why these three were conversing over this man's dead body. It was at that moment that the man with the unkempt hair decided to reclaim Dante's letter. He shoved it into his pocket and began walking West. "Like the letter says, sista, I'm leavin'!" Fey stood, angry and confused at this stranger's brashness. The dude had balls taking the letter right out of her hands like he did. In an attempt to keep up with his bravado, she grabbed the other girl's arm and pulled her along. "Better step it up, we're getting the **** out of here!" __________________

03-08-2009, 05:43 PM	#13 (permalink)
shadowsworn Retired Staff Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 9,130 Reputation: 246	OOC: Basically, until the characters go somewhere else, or look at the letter, or if you stick around, there's not much for me TO post. __________________ From which of this oak shall I hang myself?

03-08-2009, 09:16 PM	#14 (permalink)
Lick Banned Join Date: Jan 2009 Location: In the forest, frolicking with the deer and bunnies. Posts: 529 Reputation: 76	OOC: Shadow is now controlling Gray. Can life be summed up so quickly? Is this really the answer...? Can I – Huh? “Um, are you.. Elayne Tilion?” “...Yes. Who are you?” “Uh, he said.. um.. no names except his and yours. 'read the letter and leave' were his exact words.” “Hm. Well get on with it.” “Huh? Oh, yes. Right. -ahem- Elayne. Sweet, beautiful Elayne. You will not remember me, of that I am certain. My name is George Dantes. We met briefly at the library many moons ago. This letter is going to come as a shock, but I beg of you, do not take it lightly. Tonight, at precisely 7pm, you will come and see me at Union Station. Urgency is of the utmost importance. -G.D Dantes... Heh. The man who wanted that silly fantasy novel. 7Pm at Union Station it is. “Thank you, good sir. Now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate my privacy again.” “Erm.. K?” Silly boy. Now, where was I? …...Dammit. -sigh- .. By-and-by o great crux, for thou shalt be naked on the morrow. 5Pm already, eh? Destiny awaits.... after a shower of course. Arriving at the station was not what she expected. Eyes scanning for the slightly-plump man with the mustache. She See's him. Brows furrowed in deep thought, he seems anxious to meet someone. Obviously Elayne, although he isn't even looking in her direction. He steps forward to a pretty young girl a few meters off. PTSHHHHH Instinctively, Elayne turns towards the direction of where the gunshot came from just in time to catch the blur of a face streaking away from the window. Suddenly she realizes what actually happened. Turning back, she sees the middle-aged man laying lifelessly on the cement. Glazed eyes staring deep into the caverns of an eternal abyss, she notices a slightly scary looking young man leaning over the crumpled body with an even scarier looking woman at his side. Elayne takes a step forward, and stops. The shooter could still be here.. She scans over the windows, using her acute eyesight and tracking abilities that her grandfather taught her back in BC when he took her hunting. Nothing.. She steps toward the corpse and hesitates when she sees the shifty-eyed youths leaving the body. No. I'll look to suspicious. She decides to follow the scary-looking man and woman and talk to them once they're clear of the scene. Last edited by Lick; 03-08-2009 at 09:30 PM.

03-08-2009, 10:15 PM	#15 (permalink)
power_gamer_6 Théoden, King of Rohan Join Date: May 2006 Location: The Realm of Rohan Posts: 7,678 Reputation: 186	Desmond took off running. He didn’t know where he was headed, but he did just like the letter said. "Where are you going?" shouted an angry voice from behind him. "As far as I can run!” he yelled over his shoulder. He got to Bay & King and decided he should call a taxi, get to his apartment and take it from there. The driver pulled over and looked at him with a wary eye. Desmond looked down and realized he had blood on his sleeve from when he picked up the letter. He got into the backseat and told the driver where he was going. He started thinking about what just happened; those girls that were there to meet him, the one who pulled the letter out of his hand; all the people around them at the time of the shooting. He wondered if people were paying more attention to the dead man than the people around him. He wondered what he was going to do and where he would go. He’d call Vlad and update him on the situation; tell him he was going away for a while. That seemed like a logical first step. “See you in another life, brotha,” he said to the driver as he paid the fare and got out. He stepped into his building and took the stairs up. He didn’t feel like waiting for the elevator and figured he could think more if he took the stairs. He opened the door to his apartment and headed for the phone. “Vlad? Did I wake you, brotha? That’s good, I can never know with you!” he laughed. “But listen, brotha. I’m in a bit of a situation here.” He explained to Vlad what had happened in the past 6 hours. It seemed incredulous when he heard it coming out of his mouth. “I don’t know where I’m going to go. Maybe I can stay with Jack in L.A. for a while, till I figure out what is going on. I’ll keep watching the news, brotha. I’ve really got no other ideas.” He continued, “You had to be there, brotha! I still have the note, it says ‘to my friends: leave this place.’ He was killed right in front of me, brotha. If there was ever any good reason for me to get out of here, it would be when the man who was delivering a warning to me gets shot! Do you understand me, brotha? I’ve got to go. I’ll keep in touch, ye?” He hung up and reached for the small suitcase on the top shelf in the closet. Taking clothes right off the bar, hangers and everything, he folded them and stuffed them into it. He checked the time: almost eight. He grabbed his cell phone and the charger from off the kitchen counter. Stealing one last look at the note that started it all, the one George left on his fridge, he slipped his wallet into his coat’s inside pocket and was out the door. __________________ click here Last edited by power_gamer_6; 03-09-2009 at 02:16 AM. Reason: -=Doublepost=-

03-12-2009, 05:58 AM	#16 (permalink)
shadowsworn Retired Staff Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 9,130 Reputation: 246	OOC: soooooo, I still can't really post anything more. Tell you what, if no one posts again till 6 pm tomorrow Toronto time I'll assume you all waited around the scene except for desmond, and advance things that way __________________ From which of this oak shall I hang myself?

03-17-2009, 01:37 AM	#18 (permalink)
xkittyxlicksx Eriond's Egotist Join Date: May 2006 Location: In My Cage Posts: 1,745 Reputation: 28	OOC: FINE! I'll do something ;_; ""**in' guy couldn't even wait for us!" Fey said through her heavy breathing (smoking didn't really allow for physical activity, despite the numerous times she'd ran from the cops in her life), "He - even - took - the ing - letter..." The two girls dashed up the street, taking advantage of the commotion the murder had caused. All pedestrians had their eyes fixed to the paramedics wheeling Dante's body off the pavement. Fey abruptly turned right, ducking into a small Second Cup coffee shop. Panting heavily she rested an arm against a sleek round table near a display for coffee beans. She grabbed her side in pain and looked over at the girl who had been following her. "Dude, I don't know what the is going on, but I'm not about to ing part ways yet. We need to get that ing letter back!" She leaned over the table and slid her tattered backpack off, extracting a studded leather wallet from its interior. Pawing through her change she motioned towards the counter with her head. "My name's Fey, wanna drink? It's on me, promise, I'm just *ing parched*!" __________________

03-17-2009, 04:24 AM	#19 (permalink)
`doll Retired Staff Join Date: Feb 2009 Posts: 2,663 Reputation: 47	"Th-he ***!?" Sophia couldn't manage much of a sentence, the pull of her arm forcing her to run along side of the stranger. Her scarf blew about, legs feeling just as flimsy. She was not a runner. They veered into the coffee shop she had earlier visited, and Sophia couldn't help but to gasp in harsh, ragged breaths. A few costumers raised brows but didn't really care to stare. Still confused as hell, she had almost tuned out the girl's voice the entire time. "Wait, you wanna go after that kid? How are we gonna find out where he headed?" She asked incredulously. "Shit. ..I-I guess, water?" As if just thinking about it Sophia fumbled at her phone to look at the time. Some guy had hit her up, gotten shot in front of her, told her and apparently some strangers to leave the scene in a letter, the night got dark, and now she was in a coffee shop with a random girl she'd never met in her life. What the hell* was this? "I'm..Sophia, by the way." As much as she wanted to curl up back where she was staying, something scared Sophia shitless about these strange events. It was almost like if she ditched this girl, she wouldn't be safe. But she couldn't help to think--what if this Fey knows something I don't? Sophia hid the suspicious look.

03-17-2009, 10:22 PM	#20 (permalink)
shadowsworn Retired Staff Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 9,130 Reputation: 246	As Fey and Sophia were talking, the door of the Second Cup opened again behind them. There were two men standing there, in suits and wearing dark sunglasses. One of the men was dark and tall, of Hispanic descent, with black hair cut short, and a trace of beard on his face. The other man was shorter, and fair, with equally short brown hair, and a scar on the left cheek of his clean shaven face. The pair looked, in short like "movie cops". But there was something about the two, their demeanour and the urgency with which they stood scanning the room through their dark lenses, that silenced any laughter or jibes that might have been voiced. Suddenly the shorter man paused, looking directly at Fey. With a surreptitious whisper to his companion, he walked swiftly forward, and was standing before them in a moment. "Your pardon," he said, interrupting them, "But my colleague and I would like to have a word with you. If we could sit down..." He pulled a chair out from a nearby table and sat down, looking unconcerned about whether they would join him or or not. The other man, though, stayed standing by the door still, and his gaze never wavered from Fey and Sophia. __________________ From which of this oak shall I hang myself?

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