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| Raine | Feb 23 2013, 10:23 PM Post #1 |
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[Cori Sheppard, age 16. Day One: 14:41] With the sun still high in the afternoon sky, a young teenaged girl ventured outside of her home with a sling bag being tossed over her left shoulder. She was dressed with the thoughts of a cooler evening that was soon approaching, in her slim faded blue jeans and white long sleeved buttoned up blouse. A light denim jacket topped everything off, with the bright sweeping rainbow design she adored custom painted on the back; airbrushed artwork her brother provided for her. Speaking of her brother, she leaned back in the front door and called out, "Scaaaw-ott! I'm heading out now!" A boy's voice called back from a distant bedroom, "Okay! Have fun! Oh, and leave the front unlocked, okay? Rae should be here soon!" "Alright!" She replied and then left, closing the door behind her. With this, she took up a light blue mountain bike that was leaning against the side of the house and started to coast on it down the driveway to the mailbox at the end. Opening it up, she discovered a few small packages, "Hmph! What do we have here..?" she pondered aloud. Two of them were addressed to a Courtney Sheppard and two were addressed to a Scott Sheppard. Amongst them were also a fist full of random pieces of junk mail and a bill for the telephone, that she ignored immediately. Figuring there was only one way to find out just what these were, she opened the first package that was marked for her, as she was the Courtney Sheppard in question. Opening the tab and pulling the packaging bubble wrap aside, she discovered a single sleeved CD-ROM disc, "Oh! Now this IS interesting, but what could it...oh! Ohhh...this must be for that game Scott was going on about." Cori had almost forgotten all about it, in fact. When there really wasn't much to read about for the game, she had quickly lost interest in it and moved on to her usual browser based resource management games. She is totally a Railroad Tycoon. But interested or not, it was still nice to see they had arrived, like Scott had hoped they would. So, she pulled out her phone, and sent him a Pester stating... -- dokidokiBishoujo [DB] began messaging raineSheppard [RS] at 14:45 -- DB: Dinner's in the oven. I know you wanted something light because you and Rachel will probably be eating junk food all night. Pfft! Anyways. I'm leaving this message to let you know that game you were waiting for is in the mailbox. I grabbed my discs (those were in there too)but yours' are there. Have fun, and maybe I'll catch ya online later when things quiet down at work. DB: Bye bye! RS: AWESOME STUFF! Thanks Court! Have a great night and I'll check in with ya later. Cheers! -- dokidokiBishoujo [DB] stopped messaging raineSheppard [RS] at 14:47 -- With that she put away her phone and also placed the two packages meant for her in her sling bag along with her laptop that she had packed for the long night shift she was planning on having at her workplace. Courtney... or, Cori for short, had a part time job at the local library as a clerk, and directory assistant. Tonight was her night to lock up though, so she liked to do her homework in the peaceful environment that an empty library provided. This particular evening though, she had no homework but she was working on a special project instead. One that she felt (hoped) would gain her some points in her current pursuit of a certain online friend's heart. Over the past few nights, Cori have been boning up on her Edgar Allen Poe, and she came across a giant tome of his collected works on the shelves of her workplace. One by one, she was reading...studying his stories, poems and often-odd wordings carefully. Attempting to master the styles and meanings behind the cryptic writings. She had hoped that to gain this power over the Gothic literature the master author possessed, that she herself would be found interesting to the person she'd devoted her heart towards. Once everything was back to being secured in her sling bag, she mounted her bicycle and started down the street. Something in her heart told her that this was to be a special night. And though she wasn't wrong about this prediction, and even the fact that she figured it had something to do with her love interest was also correct, but...it definitely wasn't in the ways that she was wishing. For tonight was to be the beginning of something that would change her way of thinking forever. |
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| Raine | Feb 23 2013, 10:26 PM Post #2 |
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[Scott Sheppard, age 16. Day One: 14:42] "Okay! Have fun! Oh, and leave the front unlocked, okay? Rae should be here soon!" A boy yelled out from his bedroom to the stairway beyond his doorway. He was seated in his wheeled office chair, parked in front of a wooden computer desk, with the flicker of some rather violent display of First Person Shooter carnage going on from his monitor. And once he heard the front door of the house close, he went back to focusing on the game. Drawing up his headphones that were previously resting around his neck, to his ears. "Okay then...ten more minutes and then I should clean up downstairs," he muttered to himself as he regained control of his virtual character. But those ten minutes were interrupted only after one, as a display popped up in his corner view. -- dokidokiBishoujo [DB] began messaging raineSheppard [RS] at 14:45 -- "Oh geez, what now?" he asked aloud, and a voice on his headset questioned in return, "What's wrong, Raine?" "Hmm...? Oh nothing, just my sis Pestering me is all." "Didn't she just leave, like a second ago?!" "Yeah...give me a second guys. Sorry about this. Hawke, you have the comms." "Got it!" Scott brought up the second screen to see what was being text to him from Cori. And even he couldn't be mad about what was stated simply in that message. DB: Dinner's in the oven. I know you wanted something light because you and Rachel will probably be eating junk food all night. Pfft! Anyways. I'm leaving this message to let you know that game you were waiting for is in the mailbox. I grabbed my discs (those were in there too)but yours' are there. Have fun, and maybe I'll catch ya online later when things quiet down at work. DB: Bye bye! "Awesome!" he exclaimed and quickly typed back with a broad grin on face. RS: AWESOME STUFF! Thanks Court! Have a great night and I'll check in with ya later. Cheers! Which then ended the quick conversation and back he went to his game, though only briefly, "Sorry guys, but I have to fly! I have big news, but I'll have to tell ya later. Cheers!" This was followed with a bunch of "Awes" and "Damn its!" and he believed he heard a, "Raine's getting some tonight!" but couldn't be certain as he logged off and removed the headset. He then gave it a shrug of his shoulders and spun a couple times in his chair, "Yesssss!" Getting up he quickly grabbed his keys from the desk and headed out his bedroom, down the stairs and out the front door in his socked feet. The odd bit of gravel and small stones caught the soft parts of his feet every now and then as he made his way to the mail box with much haste. The minor amounts of pain was trivial in comparison to the amount of joy he was about to have in his hands. He had waited a couple of weeks for this delivery and now his patience, or perhaps in Scotts' case... lack there of (He's been bouncing off the walls over this.), seemed to have bared much delicious fruit. The mail box lid opened with a small squeak and true enough, there were his long awaited packages. "Awesome..." Taking said small parcels, he then went back inside, jumping once as a rather sharp stone reminded him of his current lack of protective footwear. Once in his home, he closed the door behind him and walked into the living room inspecting the contents of each package. Two discs of different colors and much to his surprise; no instructions, manuals or details at all about what to do with them. "I hope there's a tutorial on the disc at least. Hmm..." With this in mind, he dropped the two disc cases on the dining room table and moved into the kitchen while checking the time on his watch. "Hmm...she should be here soon." The comment was made to himself as he started collecting the snack foods he felt were necessary for his gaming night that had been prearranged with his best gaming buddy, Rachel. As he dumped some potato chips into a large bowl, he took up his cellular phone from his pocket and thumbed up the Pesterchum application, all the while humming, muttering and wording the occasional line to an older Meatloaf song to himself, "...is a lemon and I want my money...back." This (his thumbing, not his terrible singing) brought the display up to show his contact list that flickered a little. While still puttering around in the kitchen, he masterfully thumbed through screens and into on-screen keyboards. -- raineSheppard [RS] began messaging lucentReverie [LR] at 15:27 -- RS: Hey hey! Just wanted to say have a great night at your friends' place and I'll talk to you later. Love ya! <3 RS: PS...The most AWESOME thing just happened! I got my Beta Discs in the mail today! I'll tell ya all about it when I fire it up. -- raineSheppard [RS] stopped messaging lucentReverie [LR] at 15:28 -- -- raineSheppard [RS] began messaging resonantCycles [RC] at 15:27 -- RS: Hey hey! Just checking in and seeing how you're doing? I know you're on your own this evening, but as I said last night, you're more then welcome to stop by and hang with Rae and myself. We're just gaming tonight, but you know...the more the merrier, right? And if not, I'm here all night if you feel like giving me a shout. You know I'm there for you, hun. Always. Love ya! <3 RS: PS...The most AWESOME thing just happened! I got my Beta Discs in the mail today! I'll tell ya all about it when I fire it up. -- raineSheppard [RS] stopped messaging resonantCycles [RC] at 15:35 -- |
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| Raine | Feb 23 2013, 10:29 PM Post #3 |
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[Jenni Finch, age 16. Day One: 22:13] As the late evening was approaching, a girl emerged from the near-by forest casually, with hands in the pockets of her black leather riding jacket. She had a very satisfied and pleased look on her face, as she had just spent the better part of the day wandering around in the woods. This was something she did often and loved the peace it brought her. And with living up in Northern Canada off of a large lake, surrounded by massive forests in all directions, nature is something she had available in abundance. That's not to say the local community was some backwater colony of isolationists, hiding from modern society, though. It was actually a very nice mix of nature and technology in fact. The local town, if one would call a group of scientists and their families studying various parts of the region, was a small group of people that all knew one another. Her foster father had brought her up here only a year ago from the large city of Toronto to join with some of his colleagues and continue his research away from the busy city. It wasn't the only thing in the area though. Another town was present. More populated then the scientists shanty town, and where Jenni spent most of her free time hanging out with friends. This was also where she attended school, the small logging community called Marksville. Though, it too was small enough to be missed easily on a map. To look at Jenni, one wouldn't take her for someone that lived on a lake, surrounded by bears, deer and wolves. She was a modern girl with pink dyed long bangs and short cut raven black hair, fingerless leather gloves, blue jeans, heavy Doc Martin boots and her daily t-shirt of one of her favorite bands. In todays' case it was the San Francisco band, Faith No More. Today she was also fashioning a heavy back pack, which she was using for supplies and her meals while on her extended hike. She was pretty much cut off from many things and so as she came into the local area network, her cellular phone began chiming in many missed messages from her online friends. "Hmm...?" She pulled out the noisy device and smirk at the message count as it came in, "Oh dear. Looks like some people have been busy today. I wonder what's up?" she questioned aloud, but before she could start thumbing through the various lines of incoming text and man called out to her from the docks that were down from the path she was walking on. "Jennifer! Hey, you're back!" Her eyes looked up and away from the phone, and she smiled brightly. "Yeah! I figured I should get here before it got too dark to navigate properly. I'm not really up for spending another night out there today." "That's good. I figured you'd be hungry so I put on some chili. It's in the slow cooker on the counter. Give me a bit and I'll join ya. These blasted boards came loose again," the man stated with a hint of frustration in his tone. He was kneeling on the dock itself with a few tools scattered about, and it looked like he was replacing a few of the boards he was so up-set about. She walked towards him and gave a nod agreeing with him, "Yeah, I saw that this morning, Dad. I didn't think they'd need replacing though. Just a bit of hammering is all." He started back to the job at hand and replied, "Mhmm. Yeah, the wood's still good, but they've been hammered and renailed so many times, that it's just not taking anymore, so I went out and got some new planks cut from Jimmy." "Do you need a hand?" Jennifer asked getting ready to put her pack down and take up some of the work. But he just shook his head and smiled, "No thanks, hun. You just get inside and get some of that food in ya. I know for a fact you packed light today. Just relax, and I'll be in in a bit." Reluctantly she agreed and then stepped down from the upper dock area and over to their boat house. There she placed her pack down, took off her jacket off and went to the small kitchenette that was mid-ship. Once she was then settled in and had a steamy bowl of her foster fathers' homemade spicy chili on a table before her, she pulled out her phone again and started scrolling through messages. "Now let's see what's been happening," she muttered, then she took up a spoon full of the tasty meal to her mouth. Her eyes skimmed through things and the more she read, the more she frowned. "What the...? What's going on in Seattle? How odd..." Reading more and then rechecking things with the multiple messages she finally got up and moved over to her bedroom, forgetting the warm bowl on the table. There, she closed the door behind her and took up her laptop from where she'd left it on her bed. With mention of it a few times in previous messages, the package on her shelf was snatched quickly as she fired up her computer screen. Though, after everything she had read, only the last few messages were blazed into her memory and she was responding the most towards. Something just didn't seem right at all. -- dokidokiBishoujo [DB] began messaging activeDiscordia [AD] at 21:23 -- [DB] JENNI!!! Please! I need your help! I don't know if you've been getting any of my messages, but there's no one left I know I can turn to. Seattle is gone! I mean GONE! Everywhere is getting destroyed! [DB] Please! I don't think I have much time left. [DB] When you get online, contact me right away. I'll explain then. But...if you don't get this message in time. Please contact Scott. I think you still can from where he is. I'm not exactly sure how this is happening. Or why. [DB] It's insane, but at least Scott, Aria, Storm and Sera are safe. Your friend Hotaru too! But...but Rachel...oh geez. How do I explain this? She's gone, Jenni. Please you have to get a hold of me soon. I'm scared. [DB] Help me, Jennifer. You're my only hope. -- dokidokiBishoujo [DB] stopped messaging activeDiscordia [AD] at 21:39 -- "That's insane!" Jenni then evaluates what's been said and thinks that if this were true, then her trusted friend the television would provide her with necessary answers. With that thought in mind sure enough, an important news bulletin was on the screen. In a strip of red, and printed in bold black letters ticketing under the news caster read, "METEOR SHOWERS PELTING THE WESTERN COAST!!!" she then gasped and turned up the volume to hear what was being said. "...over four impacts alone in the Seattle Washington area! Several more in the Southern States. We also have activity sightings in Europe and..." she clicked it off and fell back on her bed, amazed at what she'd just seen. Her eyes then flashed in the direction of her monitor as the final bell went off indicating that her boot-up was complete. Her fingers danced across the keyboard to enter in passwords, and get her Pesterchum up immediately, "Hold on Cori...I'm coming, girl. Though what I can do from here is still beyond me." Though mention of the game was made a few times in a couple of the older posts. Thinking about Scott and Storm and even Hotaru. All linked with the game...but how? To get those answers she opened two separate screens of chat. One towards Cori's account to see if she was alright and the second to Hotaru, who for some reason was always available no matter the time of day. |
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| Voidwolf | Feb 26 2013, 11:49 AM Post #4 |
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[Storm Cornix, age 16. Day One, 17:03] (UTC-8 7:03) The door clicked shut. A switch was flicked and a white light blinked on, increasing the visibility across the open plan of an apartment. There was a constant mechanical thrum as rain lashed the many sky lights and windows the framed the unusual and modern apartment. The heavy rain made it unusually dark for summer. The pine wood flooring was clean and just as unblemished as the white walls. The open room was surrounded on almost three sides by large glass windows, with a glass staircase in the centre of the room surrounded by a ring of granite topped counters with not quite so pristine kitchen equipment. At the far end of the room lay the large living area while close to, surrounded by the white walls, sat the pseudo-study library, the toilet and a storage area with a suspicious amount of boxes and cupboards. A girl slipped off her shoes and left them by the door. The dark tights on her feet allowed her to slip effortlessly across the smooth floor without. Her feet were trailed by two long locks of raven black hair which quietly rustled as they slithered along the floor. The rest of the girl’s hair was shorter and caught up in a neat bun from which the two trailing locks fell. She was relieved to be wearing her school uniform for the last time. The uniform in question was a dark blue skirt with accompanying sweater and a lighter blue blouse. Though next year was a suit and the prospect of that didn’t fill the girl with much elation. Her dark eyes merely glanced at the two packets sitting on one of the counters as she passed by the worktops on her way to the stairs, she’d retrieved those this morning though she didn’t particularly feel like playing them, especially not with the girls from school who’d been roped in by some guys she personally didn’t know. She began to pad up the stairs towards her room when she cast her gaze across the living room, it was mostly tidy except for the long, cylindrical shape that was hidden underneath a large rug. She recalled the efforts she had to go to in order to obtain that particular object and she also recalled the work she’d planned on doing with it. It didn’t appeal to her right now but then, very little did. Her soft, feminine face remained totally impassive though and betrayed none of her feelings as usual. There were other objects along a similar vein but they were well hidden and out of sight, just where the girl preferred them. When she arrived at the top of the glass staircase to a small landing with her room and a bathroom she was greet by a large raven standing on the banister beside the top of the stairs. It cocked its head at her and stared with a suspiciously intelligent eye. The girl lifted her arms half-heartedly and drew out signs in the air. The raven remained silent as expected. And then spoke, “Hello Storm.” The voice it spoke with was female, a hint of a young girl was buried in the tone but it was very much that of a maturing girl. The voice that would be expected to belong to a teenage girl, such as the one standing on the stairs in front of the raven. The raven was possibly not actually female though. The girl drew out more signs in the air for the raven. The raven clicked its beak, possibly in displeasure before responding a second time, “Wet coats should not be left on the floor.” The coat it spoke of was the heavy rain coat, sodden from the downpour outside, which now lay dripping on the floor opposite the shoes by the door. A pair of damp trails tracked the progress of Storm’s two locks of hair through her apartment. Storm waved her arms in some non-committal signs of vague meaning before resuming her journey up the stairs. As she passed the raven it casually hopped onto her shoulder, clicking its beak again about something or other as she entered her bedroom, pulling the door shut behind her only to conserve heat in the room. Edited by Voidwolf, Feb 26 2013, 01:30 PM.
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| Ian | Mar 20 2013, 10:25 AM Post #5 |
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[Ian Doyle age 16. Day One 00:00 GMT +\-0] The large blind teenager leaned back against the wall of his room, his St. Bernard sitting next to him on his bed as he flipped on a TV that was connected to his PC tower. The boy then carefully felt around the side of his head, a small hatch opening to show both HDMI and component inputs. He then took one of the many HDMI cords that he had running through the walls of his room and plugged it in, the images projected on his TV screen being now projected right into his optic nerve, the boy typing in the password for his account, a small ding coming up followed by a female synthetic voice letting out a "Hello, Mr. Doyle." the avatar the voice belongs to popping up on the lower right of the screen as he starts up the Internet. His Facebook page popping up to show his name to be Ian Doyle as he gives his dog a few pets. Ian then said with a bit of a professional tone in his voice "Hey, Angel. Did any packages come in the mail today?" the avatar giving a small nod as what looks like an EOD robot rolls into his room, holding an envelope which the camera on the robot showed to have a pair of discs inside as the package was opened "Ah, so it's finally here! Could you put it on my desk for me, Angel?" "Yes, Mr. Doyle." the robot setting the opened package with the contents still inside on his desk. With that the boy closed out of the Internet and opened both Pesterchum and Steam, launching Civilization V "Angel, please alert me if anyone pesters me." the robot letting out a few small beeps before leaving the room as Ian started to get into his game. |
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| Sherry | Mar 20 2013, 01:55 PM Post #6 |
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[Seri Blossom, age 16. Day One, 12:35] (GMT: 19:35) A fairly young teenage girl just slammed the door to her room. Another argument, another day. The only good thing today was that the game she expected came in the mail today! She sat on her chair, fingers running through her short black hair. Today was the day, huh, she thought. As the game was inserted and installed, she clapped her hands together, jumping a bit in her seat, almost making her white violet flower clip come loose. She then proceeded to tell one of her friends about it. ~ Entry with Nico ~ The same teenage girl was staring at her laptop monitor, her purple eyes wide open, somewhat frozen just a few minutes later. This was.. odd. What was even with this game..? Oh well, no time to lose. Wondering what the hell to do, she then realizes that she had installed the other disc as well. This is what Nico used to connect to her.. Well.. No choice but to pester another friend about it, huh? The girl moves her cursor over to another one of her good friend's handle, and double taps it, pulling up a separate window for him. -- ah i have to cut it short, will edit later, just remind me -- |
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