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| Topic Started: Monday, 13. January 2014, 01:34 (2,888 Views) | |
| Cid | Monday, 13. January 2014, 01:34 Post #1 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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A modest home in nearby Hornsey, London Borough of Heringey Agustin paused a moment to let the dust settle. He had broken the lock. A screwdriver and brute force. The place looked nice and homey on the oustide, at least. The ivy crawling up the sides, beginning to cover one window as it creeped up further along, reaching the roof. It held a certain aesthetic appeal to him. The door was out of the way, underneath solid covering. Where he could mingle with the shadows and do his dirty work with discretion. He focused his eyes. Survey the first room. So as to make sure there were no dangerous beasts or kine already squatting. Empty enough. Almost disappointingly so. A meal would have been nice. Trash everywhere, of course. Rodent carcasses sent a shiver through the Malkavian. Floorboards creaked as he entered slowly. No graffiti, though. That would have to be fixed. Maybe a giant owl or two? Agustin thought of the gift he had gotten for Christmas not too long ago. That pink chick was pretty nice to him when they met. The one night, full of holiday cheer, Agustin had gone a bit overboard for the occasion, indeed. But now he was on a mission of sorts. Given to him by his own self. Flitting from place to place, no where safe to stay for the day, had grown very tiring very quickly. This was his way of fixing that. An estate, he made sure was derelict before making his move, he would claim for himself. Renovate to his liking, hopefully. Establish a base for whatever immortal operations he might get into in coming nights. He held tight to the grey backpack hanging from his shoulders as he moved. It was filthy in there. Not nearly as bad as most places he had found himself in, though. A good cleaning was in order, for sure, if he could manage to hold this ground. The Lunatic moved from room to room. All the windows had been boarded and sealed. That would do just fine for the time being. Plans upon plans to be made. It was a quiet street in a bad neighborhood. So much to do in these parts. It all was making him rather anxious... Edited by Cid, Monday, 13. January 2014, 04:03.
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| Jen | Monday, 13. January 2014, 02:22 Post #2 |
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She giggled as she skipped across the room and tumbled in a cartwheel. Then she rose, whirled to face Agustin and drew the long pistol from her side and opened fire, a half dozen rounds exploding through the air straight towards Agustin, yet none hitting. Then she held the smoking gun to her lips, blew the smoke tendril and she herself blew away like a cloud of dust billowing out through a wall.
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| Cid | Monday, 13. January 2014, 02:49 Post #3 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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She startled the ever-loving fuck out of him when he saw her. The music was the weirdest part of it. Somehow he managed to flick his phone on while rummaging through his pack for a flashlight. What kinda song was this? Must have accidentally got to this emotional bullshit flipping through YouTube. The gun. She shot at him! *PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW PEW* Muzzle-flash and all! Agustin fell backwards... Landing on his arse, the distinct crunch of tiny bones echoing through the small room he was now in. *CRACKLE* He watched as she disappeared in a cloud of smoke. WTF?! "H-ha-hallucination..." The Lunatic stuttered. Fuck! That was vivid... He rolled over onto his hands, quickly as he could, jumped back up to standing position. Frazzled. Dusting himself off, fidgeting from the shock, Agustin collected the backpack from the ground. Several things had fallen out, which he now knelt down to pick back up. He was breathing heavy, though he had no need. Edited by Cid, Monday, 13. January 2014, 02:50.
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| Lady Anne | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 02:54 Post #4 |
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Only exists in Agu's head.
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From behind Augustin came a voice, just a whisper on a chilly wind. "Hello, dear. Have you missed me?" Cold hazel eyes regard him "That was rather clumsy of you, don't you think?" The Anne hallucination suddenly appeared soaked to the skin as she had that night in Hyde Park, she shifted one of her shoulders out of her midnight-blue dress, nearly exposing the full of her left breast. The clinging fabric hung just covering over the nipple. "This is how you remember me?" The nubile woman chided "like some Kine slut you want to fornicate with?" She shifted the other shoulder out, holding the wet cloth against her bosom, only her hands keeping it from falling away. The image of Anne bent closer to him "Or is it more... could it be that you love me? You crazy man?" She laughed coldly "You would have to be." |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 03:44 Post #5 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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The Malkavian whirled around to meet the newest Voice. Vaguely familiar. He spilled the contents of his pack, yet again. "Lady Anne..?" He swallowed, nothing, air filled his throat. This vision, while enticing, was far far more frightening than the last. Her words cut at him like thorns, completely off guard. "W-what? The hell are you..?" He trailed off as he fell to his knees. Head throbbing. Why was this happening right now? He had been so stable of late. Hardly a hallucination caught him by surprise in weeks. But this! This was something different. Something special. Agustin clutched for his head, as if to protect it. "Why? L-lu-what? I only saw you once!" Confusion struck at him like a sudden fever. Too much. All too much at once. Suddenly, for this to come about. These visions were too strong. It couldn't be the house. Something was wrong. With Agustin. His mind. The walls began to shift. Or was he falling? Edited by Cid, Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 03:53.
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| Caston Kane | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 04:40 Post #6 |
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Don't Be Jealous.
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"Ugh! Fucking straight people." Came the declaration, accompanied by an eye roll. He appeared suddenly off to the side in a red leather chair, sipping blood from a martini glass with a slice of lime wedged on the rim. Dressed in a red button down under a black sportcoat and black skinny jeans. He had no shoes, on his feet, only socks. The figure was reclined, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle. "Heterosexual drama is such a drag. Dude, I don't even know who you are and I'm disappointed in you. So glad I don't have to deal with women." He pointed toward the Lady Anne apparition. "You should have totally hit that. No idea what was stopping you, but whatever." He shrugged and downed the red liquid in one large gulp and tossed the glass in the air behind him, and a smashing sound followed shortly after. He stretched his arms and stood up. "Well, I'm going to hop out of your brain now. Gotta make room in your psyche for the others. I'll meet you in a few weeks!" He pointed at him with a smile and a wink, clicking his tongue in his mouth. He turned to walk away, but then turned back to face Agustin. "Oh, and if you ever get tired of pussy..." He said with a smooth tone, before making a 'phone' sign with his hand and putting it up to his ear and mouthing 'Call Me'. "Later, bro!" He turned back to walk away, fading into nothing. |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 05:41 Post #7 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Agustin caught himself before slamming into the floor. Wild eyes met with yet another figure, seated in a red chair. Like some sort of Bloody King of the Gays. More confusion hit him, like a sledgehammer. This time assaulting his sexual identity! He listened as the figure spoke, unrecognizable, but magnetic. He couldn't leave the vision, even if he tried. Is this because of that one time in third grade when Agustin slapped another boy's ass? Was his inner curiosity choosing right now, of all moments, to confront him with this!? Heterochrome eyes flashed back at Lady Anne as the other man pointed. Agustin could swear he was blushing now. Warmth on the Lunatic's cheeks, though he knew it implausible. She didn't seem pleased at this. Stuttering, "W-wh-what are y-you talkin'..?" the Malkavian wasn't heard by the well dressed man. He disappeared before Agustin could make sense. "I don't even have your number, dude..?" |
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| Caston Kane | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 05:49 Post #8 |
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Don't Be Jealous.
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"Oh, don't worry, you'll get it!" Came the figure's unseen voice, echoing. "Um.... how do I get out of here... uhhh... right? Or.... Oh, left. Okay. Bye!" |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 06:00 Post #9 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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Agustin couldn't even respond at that. He fell to sit on his backside, arms limp still clutching the grey pack. Like some sort of traumatized child. His mismatched eyes darted back and forth from shadowy corners to the apparition of Lady Anne. Dust lingered in the air around him as his eyes focused in and out. "What the fuck is going on?" He blurted out, asking no one in particular. The Voices within offered no solace at this moment, the unreliable bastards. He was afraid. Of losing control completely. Rage took hold of his weakness. The Beast would use this opportunity if he couldn't get a hold of himself. 'No.' Was all he could muster within himself as he looked on... Edited by Cid, Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 06:01.
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| Lady Anne | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 06:40 Post #10 |
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Anne seemed to grow several feet taller (or perhaps Augustin shrank). She conjured a leash out of thin air, the collar around Augustin's beast, which was also Augustin, but not. Somehow, Anne's wet dress stayed clinging to her wet chest. "Bad dog!" Anne scolded the beast. Then she knelt down to Augustin, still seeming 9' tall. A large hand slid down the side of his face "Now, where were we?" she purred. "Don't you listen to the bad man YOU'RE NOT A FUCKING PONCE!" "See?" Anne said in a strange mix of her cold, emotionless voice and a sultry undertone. She stood and was now back to her normal height. "See these?" Anne caressed her wet bosom, stretching the wet midnight blue fabric tight over her nubile breasts. "You like these don't you?" She knelt down next to him and spoke into his ear "Don't you?" she breathed, then licked her icy tongue along his lobe. Then in a blink of an Eye, Anne was across the room, coldly regarding Augustin as if she had been there the whole time watching the entire exchange. She shook her head in disgust. "You waste your madness with these puerile games, childe of Malkav." She turns to leave. |
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| Cid | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 07:08 Post #11 |
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He seemed a boy. A child to her. She chained his beast like it was nothing. Tightening the leash to drag it back where it belonged. Buried in Agustin's soul. Was she protecting him, or toying with him? He was so confused. His own emotions frothed over in his skull, not any other being which sought to occupy him. Agustin. He should be in control. "Yes." He answered her, aching, his throat dry. Longing for thirst to be quenched. He hadn't realized his hunger until now, as his mind got the better of him. His whole body tingled when she ran her tongue along his ear, almost collapsing into himself. A strange mixture of torture and ecstasy. Then not. The sensation vanished. Across the room, looking at him with familiar hatred. It burned him. Like cold fire. Eating away at his soul to leave naught but charred remains. He rose in fury. "DO NOT LEAVE!" Agustin put his foot down. Hard as it echoed through the room, sending more dust clouds into the air. "Who the fuck are you to torment me?!" Shouting as he stepped toward her flickering presence. Edited by Cid, Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 07:15.
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| Vincent Monticello | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 17:58 Post #12 |
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"Death Awaits You."
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Agustin gets a tap on his shoulder from behind. Standing behind him was a slender figure, wearing a mask. But it wasn't a normal mask. It was the face of a young woman. Literally. It was also the face of a middle aged man. Flesh that had been stripped from human bone and crudely sewn and stitched together. Open holes where their eyes once were revealed the eyes of another, the one who wore them in a macabre masquerade. In his right hand was a small scythe, blood splattered across it and dripping down the blade in tiny droplets on the ground. In his other hand was a burlap sack. "Trick or treat, trick or treat," The figure spoke in an eerie, sing-songy voice. "Give me something good to eat." He held out the burlap sack with both bloody hands - still grasping the scythe in one of them - as though he expected Agustin to place something in it. Edited by Vincent Monticello, Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 01:50.
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| Cid | Tuesday, 14. January 2014, 18:19 Post #13 |
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Raise the retirement age?
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He turned again as he felt a tap of his shoulder. More? 'Oh, sweet Mother of God..." He almost shrieked. Tensed up, Agustin glared at the newest arrival. 'Seriously?' Anger began to boil over as the visions continued. He didn't have the patience for this. "Fuuuuuuuck. Yooooouuuuu." He sang back to him, long winded. "You missed Halloween by a few months, asshole!" With that, Agustin snatched the burlap sack and flew at the other man. Swinging with wild fury and hateful laughter. Beat the apparition to Final Death with his own sack! "Trick, motherfucker! Eat this!" The bag felt heavy as he swung, like he wasn't supposed to be able to lift it at all. |
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| Vincent Monticello | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 01:50 Post #14 |
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"Death Awaits You."
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He disappeared the moment the bag hit him, reappearing behind Agustin's back. He tapped him on the shoulder again. He reached up with one hand and pulled off his mask. He was just a boy, at least that's what he appeared to be. Dark hair, pale complexion, but a creepiness about him like those mugshots of teenage shooters in schools. "Want to hear a joke?" He asked Agustin. An evil smile grew across his face. "A golfer was talking to his friend about a recent outing he took with his wife. 'It was awful!' The golfer said. 'Why? What happened?!' Asked his friend. 'We were on the golf course, and my wife was fine for the first eight holes. But then, right after the ninth hole, she dropped dead! Dead, I tell you! Right there on the spot!' 'That's awful!' The friend declared. 'But I was lucky, in a way.' Said the golfer. 'Why is that?' His friend inquired. And the golfer says... 'Because I didn't have a tenth bullet!'" He burst out laughing, bending over and slapping his knee. |
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| Cid | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 02:17 Post #15 |
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The Lunatic stopped swinging immediately as he hit air, the bag itself disappearing with the apparition. Another tap on the shoulder from behind. Agustin again had to whirl around. Meeting the same vision, yet with a different face. A joke? Agustin laughed. More so chortled! Of course, he had heard it before. It more than likely came from the recesses of his own mind, anyway. Though, the dark apparition seemed to enjoy it far more than Agustin ever had. "Good one." He said with slight sarcasm. He watched as the other boy vanished again with a slap of the knee, hopefully for good this time. Jokes aside, it was a creepy sort. The laughter echoed around until it too disappeared completely. He stood again, straightening his posture, doing his best now to ignore and forget the stranger phantasms. The Malkavian glanced about, confused. Smacking his flannel jacket to loose dust which had begun to settle on him. He began trying to focus more blood to his eyes and ears. "Anne?" He called out to the Lady, feeling unfinished with her encounter. |
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| Moses | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 02:48 Post #16 |
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Neonate
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![]() A scarred man was standing in the corner of the room Agustin looked in. He held a long steel cane with a straight handle in one hand, leaning on it as though one of his legs required support. He was dressed in a long heavy leather coat despite being a man of medium height and build. Short brown hair was combed back. The scars continued down his face and onto his neck, disappearing under a gray t-shirt. A pair of simple black jeans and old converse completed his outfit. The man stared hard at Agustin, then spoke in a voice like a broken crow cawing. "What the fuck are YOU supposed to be?" The man shifted and stepped towards Agustin, an odd look in his eyes. A pale hard to determine color almost lost in the twisted mask of scar tissue. "Do you think you're a monster boy? A hardened killer? Do you think you're some kind of tough shit?" |
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| Cid | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 04:07 Post #17 |
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Agustin regarded the old man, scars and all. His eyes narrowed as the grotesque figure began to approach. "No. I am not a monster. I never will be." The young man held up his hand, palm forward as if to say 'stop'. "And you can fuck off if you're here to accuse me!" A dry hoarseness to his voice growing. Then he turned his head to other corners, ignoring the crow-like Voice. He couldn't recognize most of these apparitions, so far. Were they constructs of his imagination, then? It made him angry just to consider. He looked around again for the Lady, the only one he wanted answers from right now. "The fuck did you go, Anne?!" Edited by Cid, Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 04:10.
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| Moses | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 04:18 Post #18 |
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Neonate
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![]() The man suddenly just.... moved. His body flowed like water. Nothing supernatural, just pure human grace. Like watching an Olympic gymnast or a globally famous dancer. One hand flashed down and gripped the handle of the cane as he spun in a circle. The cane separated and a blade hissed as it flashed through the air and came to a sudden stop centimeters from Agustin's nose. The man's other hand was extended back, the hollow length of cane gripped in his other hand, his feet spread and his torso leaning forward slightly. The croaking voice spoke again. "Don't try to ignore me boy. Don't try to dismiss me. I am the future. I am the face of Death as far as you're concerned!" In another flashing move the blade whips in a sudden circle and hisses back into the cane, the steel length once more resembling a long ornate walking stick. It was clear he used his scars as a cover, the walk a ruse. "I will vex you boy. I will vex London. You just get ready for what's coming. Because Death is coming." The man seemed to shrink in on himself, his skin stretching tighter and tighter as all the flesh and muscle beneath it sunk in and a desiccated husk stood their and began walking towards Agustin, growing more skeletal and decrepit as he walked towards the Malkavian. By the time it was within arms reach of Agustin it was a pure hollow that started to laugh, cackling as it crumbled to dust and collapsed in a clatter of bones at his feet. |
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| Lady Anne | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 04:26 Post #19 |
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Augustin heard Anne's chilly voice coming from all around him, though her apparition could not be seen. What? WHAT? what? "I am only in your head, Augustin. You brought me here. You think I have answers? I can only know what you know, though perhaps I know things you don't know, you know." WHAT?! AUGUSTIN?! WHAT?! |
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| Cid | Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 05:22 Post #20 |
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The young Malkavian flinched. Couldn't help it. He knew the old man wasn't real, he couldn't be real. At least not real enough to hurt Agustin. 'You can't hurt me...' He whimpered in his mind's own ears. He felt the bones at his feet, the cackling like knives in his ear canals. And only another moment later, Lady Anne called back. Fury and confusion washed over him. "At least speak to me face to face!" He called back out again, his own voice carrying around the house due to sheer volume. "If you're only in my head, why can't you say my name right?! HUH?! Why won't you call me Pelayo? Agustin is my family's name! Why be so impersonal if you're just a part of me..?" The Lunatic knew not if his logic held true, but it was his mind at stake here. His mind that should hold sway. Edited by Cid, Wednesday, 15. January 2014, 06:23.
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