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The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
The Book that is Hyakuji's Story has come to a close. However, there are still plenty of stories left to be told in the madcap Anime Universe it inhabits. As one book closes, so too does another open. Presented by veteran Hyakuji Staff Members, check out the next generation EVOLUTION of "Anything-Goes" Anime Roleplaying at Senki Academy
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| Maldaine | Mar 1 2009, 02:35 AM Post #1 |
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More than a Ghost on a Shipwreck
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It had been a cold and rainy afternoon. Most of the shades of the buildings were drawn so that the rain could be seen as it made little rivers down the windows of the Hyakuji office buildings. For some reason everyone loved to watch the rain slide down windows. At night, the same sort of environment persisted, cold and rainy. Only, most people weren’t too interested on the clear liquid that was on the outside window of the Hyakuji Press building. No, in fact most of the cops and rubber-neckers were certainly not looking at that liquid. They were more concerned with the red liquid that caked the walls, desks, floors, ceiling, and offices of the building. The strangest part of the whole situation was…there was no article in any of the other papers…no one ever spoke of it after that…in fact, it was like it drifted out of everyone’s memories completely…as if someone had simply said ‘hush.’ … And the people listened… ~~~ Danny moved quickly and quietly down the street. There was more to him than there had been in a long time, and his camera was why. Inside that little black camera, the one that he used whenever he needed to keep as hidden as possible, there lie a secret as black as the plastic hull. Danny would touch the inside breast pocket of his jacket about ever three or four steps to just make sure that it was still there. About every block he would turn his head over his shoulder and make sure that there was no one following. The street was as empty as his motive. “You’re doing it because it’s what is right, not because of the money, because of what is right.” He seemed to repeat this mantra over and over, as though he didn’t believe it. He turned his head one last time and thought that he saw some sort of shadow walking on the opposite side of the street, but decided that was something different, his conscience. “Come on, you’re almost there Danny. Just keep it together.” Before he knew it, Danny was standing in front of the Hyakuji Press Building, and it seemed as though he was going to be there in time for this story to go to press by morning. He had done exactly what he needed to do…even if his morals weren’t necessarily in the right place; he was still doing justice where it needed to be. Or at least he hoped he was doing that. Danny entered through the glass doors and moved into the staff elevator that went to the late night press room. He pulled the roll of film out of the camera and put it on his desk, the golden plate stating ‘Daniel Maldaine’ looked glossy and sleek. It was a juxtaposition to how he felt, certainly. He was happy he got the picture, but he was afraid of what it would bring him. “Hey Rich, can you process these photos for me. I need to write this piece ASAP if I’m going to get it in by printing.” The man walked over to Danny and took the negatives and went to processes them. He came back about ten minutes later and placed the negatives back on the desk. “All done for you, Mr. Maldaine.” Danny nodded at him and went back to writing the piece. He was almost ready, and it was almost deadline. He had to send this off; he knew that he might have only tonight. He looked at his watch, it was 11:30, and he knew that it had to be in by 11:45pm, or else it wouldn’t send at all. That was when he noticed something. He had been listening to his iPod to try and drown out some of the sound of the other reporters, but he could still hear them running around trying to meet deadline…but now he couldn’t. All he could hear was the music. It didn’t bother him though; it just made it easier to write. He finally finished the piece and was ready to take it to the late night editor to get it put into the paper. When he stood up the earphones fell from his ears and highlighted the fact that it was rather quite. When he looked out of his office it was completely dark outside. It was so dark in fact the light from his office couldn’t penetrate through. The only thing that was left on outside was the ‘EXIT’ sign, and it was blinking, about ready to go off. Nervously, Danny took a deep breath, and stood motionless in his offices… Edited by Maldaine, Mar 3 2009, 03:35 PM.
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| Eiji | Mar 5 2009, 01:45 PM Post #2 |
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I got a PHD in KICKING YOUR ASS!
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The seemingly loud echo of dry footsteps bounced off the walls of the huge, warehouse-like press building, now immersed in darkness and consumed by cold and empty silence. A building which had been a busy, bustling chaos of people's voices, telephone rings, keyboard clicking, paper shuffling and printing, even radio and television sounds merely seconds ago. The exit sign gave one last flicker of dim neon light before it finally died, and the only light keeping the place from being pitch black was that illuminating Danny Maldaine's office, turning the young man into a sitting duck for whoever was lurking outside... whoever those footsteps belonged to. -------------- The city was quiet tonight. The rain had drove those who dared venture out at this time of the night back to the comfort of their homes, or at the very least the that of the nearest bar. Either way the streets were empty and Hyakuji looked like a ghost town, its denizens disappearing just in time to avoid what was to come, as if somehow they had been advised that tonight it'd be safer not to walk the streets. The car drove fast, extremely fast for the city's speed limits. Yet, as it switched gears and drifted past red lights, avoiding collisions by mere inches, the few police cars along the way did not move from their posts to chase it, nor did their drivers called for backup on the radio to cut the reckless driver off. They simply looked the other way and went about their business as if nothing happened. They knew not to stop that black Skyline if they ever saw it around downtown. "Is it confirmed?" "Yes sir, it's him. No doubt about it." "Very well. I'm almost there, pull out." "Yes sir." A strange feeling of regret nudged at him from somewhere inside his chest as he put his cell phone away. It was rare for him to take care of this sort of thing in person, but in this case the man had made an exception. His men had been searching for the intruder for a while and had finally followed his tracks to the press building. It was too late, there was no other choice left... He would have to die. The car pulled to a stop and the man stepped out, not wasting a second on useless contemplations. As the car drove away, followed by the other two cars already waiting there, Eiji Ishida walked into the Hyakuji Press Building. ----------- The sound grew louder, closer to Danny's office with every step. Then there was a soft screeching noise, like that of a chair being dragged on the floor and after a short silence, a man's flat and emotionless voice echoed in the darkness. "Come out, Daniel." |
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| Maldaine | Mar 5 2009, 04:43 PM Post #3 |
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More than a Ghost on a Shipwreck
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“Come out, Daniel.” Danny swallowed hard. He had heard many cases of hating the sound of your own name, and this was the first time he truly hated the sound of his. Danny’s eyes could only gaze into the darkness, but he couldn’t really see past anything they way the light was reflecting on the window of the office. It was funny. His own element was acting against him. But at the same time there was some irony here. Whoever was out there was no doubt trying to kill him, and he was in the dark, where Danny, the one trying to do the right thing was in the light, yet somehow Danny felt that his office would soon be a light at the end of a tunnel, and he would be walking down that tunnel. As Danny looked around, attempting to find some means of escape, he noticed the black canister that held his only possible hope of fame and glory. Within that small canister were the negatives for the photos that he had took, the only evidence he needed. It’s sad really, it’s right there, and there is nothing you can do to get it out of this building without either being killed, or seen. I think what’s worse though is, I’m worried so much about those pictures, and they are the ones that got me into this horrible mess. I think I do deserve to die. Danny couldn’t really do anything. He was trapped and he knew it. Whoever was outside was a wolf, and he was just a dog…no, that was an insult to dogs; he was a puppy, a scared little puppy. Doing as he was told, he walked to the edge of his desk and sneaky as a thief he placed his long sleeved shirt sleeve over the black canister as he walked out. If his assailant was where he thought he was, he would have had a hard time seeing that, and if Danny could talk his way out of this situation, he wanted to have what he was in so much trouble for…which was probably the stupidest thing that he could do, but he wasn’t thinking about later, only about the present. “Listen, I didn’t mean to take those pictures.” Danny was in the doorway, and at that moment, he wasn’t afraid. He knew that if the person was going to kill him, he would have done it already. So for at least the moment when he left the office he felt safe, though the feeling quickly sank away from inside. Then, as he stepped through the office he knew who it was that would be there, and he knew that no matter how much talking he would do, he was going to die. Raising his hand slightly he snapped his fingers, a small orb of light appeared on his open palm illuminating a small section of the room. In that small section was the person that he could only assume would be there. “Having a nice night…” Danny moved a small step closer, and allowed the orb of light to dissipate so there was darkness again… “…Eiji…”
Edited by Maldaine, Mar 5 2009, 04:46 PM.
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