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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Chapter 2
With a flash of light, Ken awakened. He stood in the center of a white room, wearing nothing but white boxers. His toned body was exposed, revealing countless deep scars on his back and torso, evidence of a lifelong struggle of survival. He shivered slightly as the air shifted, a door opening somewhere near and shifting the baromatic pressure. A voice resonated in the waiting room, highlighting a once hidden door with beams of light as it spoke. "Please, make your way through that door. Thank you." Ken did as he was told, mildly confused. Only a few days ago he had been living on the streets, and now he felt like a guinea pig. Well, Monticello had told him these tests would prepare him for his new job. He reached a door at the end of the hallway and meekly opened the door, being greeted by several strange faces. They all wore white lab coats, and had faces of deep concentration on their face. He cleared his throat, effectively getting their attention. "Um, hey." They looked up at him, causing him to feel a little uncomfortable. The woman the farthest from him, a beautiful woman with hair the shade of autumn leaves, walked up to him, placing her hand on his forearm. "Hello, Ken. My name is Ambellina, and I'm one of the doctors that will be assisting you in your surgery." Ken blinked twice. "Surgery?" The man in the corner, a pale man in a starch white lab coat, rose. He was incredibly thin and frail, and on his brow rested a pair of black goggles, normally used to obscure his cold, reserved icy blue eyes. He had crazily unkempt hair, graying despite his overall wrinkle-free face. "Yes. Your electrical manipulation is a taxing and detrimental trump card. If you continue to use it as you are now, in a taxing combat situation it could destroy your internal organs and muscles. So, I've devised a few cyborg implants that will regulate your body functions and enable you to perform at top form, using your electricity without the threat to your body." Ken blinked twice. "Thanks, Doc." The frail man scoffed. "Please, my codename is Gadget. Speak to me with respect." "Whatever, Doc." Ken said, laughing. "Alright, Ken, now it's time for your surgery. Come with me." Ambellina led him through another doorway to a simple doctor's room, laying him down on the table. She began to place minature pads to keep track of his bodily health while under surgery, while talking to him about whatever. Ken would normally feel eery about being worked upon, but this girl calmed him down. As long as he kept his cool about her, he could care less about what was about to him. "You know, Ambellina, I hope I get to see a lot more of you while I'm here." Ken said, giving her a warm smile as she injected the sleeping serum into him. She kissed him on the forehead and gave him a playful wink. "I'm sure we'll see a lot of each other. Goodnight, Ken." And as Ken's vision grew blurry, he laughed for just a moment. "Goodnight, angel." And he was out of it. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Way to beat me to it. You better actually make this. Oh, and if it's gonna be called Fist Fight Challenge, I don't think fighting with bows would really go along with that. I'm hoping this is more of a brawl then a weapon fight.
Name: John Age: 20 Gender: Male Appearance: 5'10/Caucasian/Mildly toned body/Very dense frame/Purple Hawaiian shirt and black pants/black sneakers Favoured Weapon: Himself |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days |
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| Note: Vulkar, to answer your very much appreciated comments, I'm working them into this next chapter. Hope it clears things up for you. Oh, and a forewarning, this chapter, as for the most part it takes place when Ken is drugged, will be written in a surreal manner.
Chapter III How did he survive Ferrous? scars since birth, survival brings strength His ribs are like armor! They're relatively bruised, but for some reason they seem to be made of stone! symphony of constant pain, flames of fury meld the armor of the heart Hmm. He is a Fire Totem. Physically powerful Fire Totems have shown to react strangely to the Serum. We should test him. "ughhh...." How much anesthetic did you give him?! He's waking! "where am I?" Though still diluted, Ken's eyes opened. Masked faces stared back at him, eclipsing the bright light behind them. Then he felt the call of fatigue, and fell back once more into the land of dreams. Ken awoke in a bare room, his body aching. He lifted himself up from the mattress, eying up the bandages where the mechanical upgrades had been implanted inside him. They itched a little. He began scratching the bandages lightly, when he felt his whole body begin to shake slightly. This must be an aftereffect of the surgery. He subtly began to notice he still had the small pads on him. He wanted to take them off, but that probably wouldn't be too intelligent of a decision. He looked around, and he saw no doors. Hmm. Why does this entire facility hide its doors, he wondered. His body began to shake more and more. He felt this inner anger grow within him. Why was he angry? He didn't know. His body seemed to be running itself. He began to shake insanely. He fell to his knees, clutching and scratching at his body. "What the fuck is going on with my body?!" He screamed. He felt as though a shadow straight from hell was clutching onto his heart. Black circles formed around his vision and closed in until sight left him, as did all waking thought. ... .... ..... ..... ...... ........ ...... .... ... .. . He awoke to the sound of dripping water and the hiss of white noise. His eyes opened with a strange sensation, and he felt the little droplets of water hitting the ground nearby. He rose, lifting his body off the floor. He gasped and backed up when he saw the condition of the room. Huge indents in the concrete walls, going in several feet. The ceiling was broken in, and a broken water pipe was the culprit. And in the one wall was a giant hole. He looked through it and saw one of the men from the room. He was wrecked, his lab coat was in tatters, and he seemed to be bleeding badly. Ken ran through the hole and bent down to look at the man. "What happened?! Sir, what happened?!" But the man's eyes were wide open, and seemed to have their spirit ripped out long before. His mouth opened, uttering out a few words in hushed insanity and fear. "Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops." He stammered, shaking mildly. He then looked down at his bleeding chest, and breathed his final breath. Ken tried to look around for what had happened, and he saw a monitor hissing white noise in the corner. Ken walked over at the monitor and pressed the rewind button, thinking he could make sense of what happened by watching the surveillance tape. He re-winded it to the beginning, and hit play, only for his face to flush white in horror. He backed up against the wall and shook his head as the tape began playing. The sounds of steel being bent and crushed, the screams of the man next to him, and then... And then the sound of his voice, although darkened and demonic, uttering the words. "Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops, boy." Ken couldn't take it. He vomited up the contents of his stomach. He panicked when his vomit splattered the floor as a glowing red liquid. He looked at the liquid as he shook quietly, crying. His tears caused ripples in the serum as his reflection looked at him with a grin straight from Hell and eyes that burned into his soul. Did the demon reside within him, or did it face him in this concoction from Hell? He feared to learn. |
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| Ken grew mildly agitated, but after a moment of soul searching, he figured out the best path . He thought aloud as he went through the process, establishing the plan.
"Alright, here's what we'll do. Obviously, they wanted one of us for a reason, and all logic would state that they want Alarath for something. So they won't kill him, as least not tonight or tomorrow. We'll wait outside the camp as Vyris learns where they are holding Alarath, and we rescue him." |
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| 6 people, not including yourself, captain!
Two more and we can start!!! |
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| You know it, Leon. We've got a score to settle.
I have an idea! We can set it up so that we have the first round be one on one, and then the next round be a 3 person free for all. That way we could bring it to begin now!! |
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| Happy birthday, Vulkar!
I know your birthday is actually today, so that's why I waited. Well, my birthday is actually tommorow, but I'm having people over today and tommorow. |
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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I got three games, Red Star, And the two Zone of the Enders. I also got Fight Club (the book), 106 dollars, a 300 poster, Lunchables, Pirates of the Carribean playing cards, some candy, and a ton of awesome cards.
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I know I still have more money and a guitar on the way, so I think of came out of this birthday pretty damn well materially. Those Lunchables were so good. (restricted) |
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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Name: Mark Crimson
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Race: Oridian Subrace: (none) Instinct Drive: X Rank Age: 17 Sex: Male Appearance: Short black hair, icy and calm blue eyes. Wears standard FC Suit Runner suit even when on Earth missions. History: One of Orid's famed FC Suit Runners. Home Planet: Orid (Last edited by Clash on 06-20-07 05:48 AM) (restricted) |
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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The first rule of fight club is, you don't talk about fight club.
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The second rule of fight club is, you don't talk about fight club. The third rule of fight club is, two people to a fight. The fourth rule of fight club is one fight of time. The fifth rule of fight club is no shirts or shoes during a fight. The sixth rule of fight club is fights go on as long as they have to. The seventh rule is if tonight is your first night at first club, you have to fight. > : D EDIT: Can we please start soon? (Last edited by Clash on 05-22-07 12:58 AM)
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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Walking increasingly faster, a lone man approached the interstellar maniac. This man who seemingly showed no fear, wore a tight black shirt, a loose belt with a machete hanging from it, and semi-loose dark khaki pants. His hair was long, wavy, and dark brown, and the tuft of hair on his chin contrasted his pale skin. His cold dark brown eyes, the color barely visible, were wrapped around dark circles. His pure white teeth were slightly visible in a sinister grin.
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This man stopped, only a few feet from Jack. "Greetings, Mr. Brocklehurst. Name's Claudio. I've been waiting a very long time to kill you." (Last edited by Clash on 05-23-07 12:42 AM)
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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XD Well, Elara, I have weird friends. Note the Lunchables?
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Oh, I can't wait for Friday! I leave school early to get on a plane and spend the entire weekend up till Monday night with Siobhan!  It's going to be SO much fun, I'm going insane with impatience.
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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SPOILER
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The season finale.
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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Now that I've had time to rationalize it, I don't think either Patrelli is gone. I think they saved everybody by taking that route, if you understand that Peter can regenerate and that Nathan could have flown away from him.
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Besides, Peter and Slyar are definitely not done yet. Oh, and Niki has completely redeemed herself in my eyes. I don't hate her at all anymore. As long as she doesn't do any more of that Smeagol-Gollum stuff, and the two personalities work together somewhat, I'll be glad.
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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God, Origins better be the best thing in the world, because I'm going to need my Heroes fix.
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Personally, I think the ending was wonderful because it was like written well. I also like how everybody was basically in one spot at the end. I will always miss Issac.
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This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4848 days Last activity: 4471 days
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John walked into the arena, cracking his knuckles. He wore fitted yet somewhat loose black khakis, no shoes, and no shirt. He was muscular and thin, yet dense muscled and framed.
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"I'm not going to bother arming myself. I'll bring you down with my bare hands." | |||||||||||||||||||||
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