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| Post #1 Dec 29 2013, 03:07 AM | Wackman |
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This had to be the place. He doesn't remember much…. Feels like just yesterday, he ran out of the basement and got himself lost in the woods. He was a mental mess for weeks, his memories having a hard time of forming themselves into something coherent. He remembers meeting a roman god, ad an earth dragon, but that had to be part of his delirium. Regardless, he remembered this place in a dream. Someone was there, and saw his revival. During those few weeks, he decided to simply lie. He rationalized it was the best course of action. However, this man… was part of Cerberus, and knew he had come back. It’s been months since is revival. Gavin has not given much to Cerberus, probably deciding to keep low after the incident that happened at the STUFT warehouse. He decided to come here, and approach the man. Axel… was his name if he remembers right. He walked into the bar. It had a few regulars drinking their liquor in peace, too enveloped in their beverage to notice him. He was 16 years old, and he looked it. He had a big brown trench coat to keep him warm during, a black scarf around his neck. He had black faded jeans, with black army boots. He sat at the bar, and looked around for this Axel. He cleared his throat. “I`ll have a rum and coke” He said grateful his voice didn’t crack. |
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| Post #2 Dec 30 2013, 04:02 AM | Tyrade |
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When the bar tender eyed the young man trying to get a drink, he suddenly looked up, backing away. "Trust me mate, he's feckin' old enough." Axel sat next to the young man, looking over at him. "Ah was wonderin' when yeh would get back, lad. Where yeh been all dis time?" Axel had kept Oscar's secret, curious of what would come of it. "Awfully sneaky, regeneratin' like dat, really. Nobody gon' recognize yeh. Seems like yeh have a chance to teh leave it all behind yeh. Why come back teh what killed yeh?" |
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If every serial killer is someone we least expect, are we safest around those we expect will kill us? In use characters Peter (NCPD) Axel (VG) Emily-(Y) Caitlyn-(NCPD) Miranda(Triads) Michelle (N/U) Dead/ Shelved characters Tinya-adopted (N/U) Amber-deceased (S) John- had a happy ending (HT) Trinity-deceased (T)
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| Post #3 Dec 30 2013, 04:40 AM | Wackman |
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Oscar couldn’t help but smile at his Irish accent. Oscar, in his old life, was originally a soldier with Britain’s armed forces stationed in Africa before he got himself discharged and stayed there. Russians, Scottish and the Irish made for the most interesting drinking buddies, and if you managed to get the tree of them together, boy… You got a night full of memories and bruises. He took the drink and downed it in one gulp before he answered. “I tell ya. Being 16 year old nowadays fucking blows” He said with a hearty laugh. “Before I had no problem getting a boat ticket, getting a place to stay, but now… Shiiiet, can’t do shit if you’re a minor. So I’m stuck here until I turn 18.” He said with a shrug as he motioned the bartender for another. The information alone was enough to dissuade him that he was just an ordinary kid. “Plus, you’re the only that saw what happened. I’ve been telling everyone I’m the now orphaned kid of the man that died.” He said with a slight chuckle. He motioned the bartender. “Oy, get one for him too, will ya?” He turned to Axel. “Go on. Let me tell ya everything. Better for my soul if you know the whole story, maybe you’ll get why I don’t want anyone else to know” Who could believe what Oscar was going to say? Axel would probably call him up to being full of shit if he didn’t see him come back to life. Honestly, that would make the whole explaining thing much easier. |
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