Natalis
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Red Infinity Torturer In Training
Even when the darkness comes creeping, a dream worth keeping, don't let it fade away
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Post by Natalis on Feb 21, 2005 17:33:59 GMT -5
((What exactly is up with my other chars. I can't remember which I have and which I deleted....Hmmm I'll have to go back and check. Thanks Bass for letting me have the Black Hand back in business))
Natalis walked away from Ceph and Akka. "This place is awsome." Natalis shrieked.
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Post by Oneiroi on Feb 21, 2005 17:40:55 GMT -5
"Well, in this case, usually the preferred method is therapy. There are also some antipsychotic drugs that I might prescribe, depending on how I gauge the severity. There is another method that I have personally developed as well, that is quite effective, but many are uncomfortable with it."
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Post by Anima on Feb 21, 2005 17:41:47 GMT -5
"No. We have not met before," I reply calmly.
"You are Alexander Larson, are you not?"
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Post by Zinn on Feb 21, 2005 17:44:40 GMT -5
"I don't hav any problem with telepathic methods. You can get as far into my head as you like, really. I had a very strong mental shield until recently, so I'm a little green to the idea," Zinn says.
Then, her eyes get a little wider.
"Oh... sorry. Sometimes I read people's minds accidentally now."
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Post by Cephrien on Feb 21, 2005 17:45:07 GMT -5
Ceph smirked and put down the logs and other wooden debris he was carrying. "..Don't go wandering off, Natalis."
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Post by Oneiroi on Feb 21, 2005 17:48:30 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it. Actually, I'm rather impressed that you managed to read my mind at all, much less accidentally. Usually my own mental shields are absolute and impenetrable. In any event, if you wish, I can delve into your mind and see what I can find. I won't tamper with any of your memories or your core personality, but if I do find a psychosis, I may be able to extract and destroy it. If the psychosis has taken root in your personality or memories, however, I will not touch it."
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Post by Thomas on Feb 21, 2005 17:48:55 GMT -5
Thomas cracked his knuckles as his cigarette burn down to the butt of it.He dropped the cig and squisked it under his feet as he pushed and shoved his way through the crowd of people who were in the street.
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Post by Alexander Larson on Feb 21, 2005 18:00:12 GMT -5
"Te one and only." he said with a smile, as she shook the mans hand.
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Post by Sasha Kropotkin on Feb 21, 2005 18:42:48 GMT -5
((I've only got time for one post. Gah, my sleep schedule is so backasswards... Imagine going to bed at 12:30am and having to wake up at 5 in the morning. Oh, and then having to work at 11:45 in the morning until 6:15pm after not having any time for a nap.
Hooray!))
The figures in the distance disappear abruptly, and I stand in a stupid dumbfounded silence, still pincered between these two. I blink several times, in a strange daze, then am snapped back to 'reality' by the sensation of claws digging into my ankle.
I let out a loud whimper of pain, and fall to one knee. I turn around to pull her hands off, and her eyes are filled with an intense hatred, tears now streaming down her face. She lets out little pathetic grunting noises as she digs her fingernails into my ankle, and tugs, as though she were going to tear off my leg and beat me with it.
I begin to take in her expression, and now that I'm not distracted by the other figures in the distance, I am left with this image. I feel, a deep fear, a pain, a hurt, well up inside of me. It was as though my heart were pressed up against a barbed wire fence, and every time it thumped, more holes were created in it.
Long, icy tentacles wrap around my neck, leaving me just barely able to breathe. I swallow hard, as though to monkey wrench my way out of the grip with my throat alone, then my adam's apple is pushed in, and all breath is cut off. My hands instinctively reach up for my throat, and feel the hands digging inward. The pulling becomes cumbersome, I can only pull with one or two fingers on one of my hands. I examine this hand, and a handgun is there.
I spread my legs, and aim my shaky arms at Charlotte, tears now streaming down both sides of my face, dripping once it reaches the underside of my jaw.
Just... Squeeze... I think to myself. But I can't. My subconscious is telling me to die.
Again.
((Have a good day everyone))
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Post by Helene on Feb 21, 2005 18:43:19 GMT -5
Being reborn was a bunch of crap for Helene. She expected to have this big ceromoney thing to happen. Like she was really going to fall from the tree like ripe fruit and be different. She always knew Aunt Marggie was full of nuts. Instead of the big bam theory happening again, she wakes up in the Garden at home. Slimy and naked, but she doubts she fell from her tree. Her first breaths are harsh gasp and her first words are typical.
d**n... being dead... was so much easier. Atleast... *gasp* I didn't have to breath.
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Post by Hope98 on Feb 21, 2005 19:05:40 GMT -5
I consider for a moment what he just said. I don't have to be a martyr. I won't be defined by pain. However, experience makes a person.
I lay back and stare out the window in contemplation.
"I am patient. I don't stand still while waiting, but I am patient. The thing is, I don't really know what I am waiting for."
I turn to him.
"I suppose I am waiting for the ice to crack. But you are still here, and really, that is enough."
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Post by Julia on Feb 21, 2005 19:09:24 GMT -5
With my mission done, I return to my room at the Ministry of Information. I am glad to have shot that vampire pregnant dog. Not only did it serve Red Infinity, but I got revenge on Futsu for giving me nuts jobs.
I smile and eat cereal out of the box as I watch soap operas in my room.
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Post by Veronica on Feb 21, 2005 19:15:13 GMT -5
I have no idea what happened to little Lyserg. One day he is partying in his castle in Wales, the next day he has run off with some Red Infinity vampire.
Oh well, whatever. No use worrying about it.
I return to his pleasure castle, and spend my days dancing, partying, eating fancy foods, and listening to music.
All of the resources of the party party go to creating a fun atmosphere where people can forget Red Infinity.
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Post by Melinda Wollstonecraft on Feb 21, 2005 19:25:54 GMT -5
Working each day at the labor camp reminds me of doing farm work as a child. Sometimes I imagine that I am still on the farm and it makes the experience a little more pleasant.
I remember my father had me pick rocks, clean the milk house, take care of the calves, and in the summertime make hay.
All of this hard work hardened me and gave me a good work ethic. I owe my survival here to the work I did growing up.
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Post by Masseinheit Elf on Feb 21, 2005 19:30:33 GMT -5
I finally locate the house of Raz Nili Ze'ev. To begin with, I will not appear to be agressive or interested in fighting them. I will act like any other angel.
I enter the house and search rooms until I come across Raz Nili Ze'ev and Ezra Weil embracing one other.
I smile. How quaint, animals in love.
"Hello, I don't mean to interupt you but I have come to Earth in search of Hagana. I come with a message."
I say in a pure and calm voice.
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