Post by grimmedslug on Nov 2, 2009 6:07:04 GMT -5
Not actually roleplay, but I've always wanted to type something up like this for awhile. In a way, it's also an 'introductory story' for a RP character, I guess.
Kane
He walked forward, back facing the city that represented his life. A hoot of an owl rang out, cut short as the sound died away as soon as it began. The wind blew through the lifeless trees, plants that wilted as he walked through. All around him, the vile stench of death and decay lingered. Reaching out a casual finger, he stroked the concrete frame of a tall skyscraper, and when he left the hard material was lined with cracks.
Behind him, the last lights of the city flickered and faded out.
Overhead lamps illuminated the streets brightly even in the darkness of night, but as he passed underneath, dragging along his feet clad in white shoes, even the lights themselves blew out, the light not able to sustain itself before such an evil. One by one, they fell into darkness,
Leaving the solid ground behind him, the short boy strode across a long tarmac bridge, a causeway linking the two great cities together. The usually bustling travel spot was now silent, with not a car in sight. Beside, on a railroad located by the bridge, a train roared, speeding its way towards the now dead city, screaming as the driver pulled upon the horn, the odour of coal fumes irritating his delicate nose. One light lit from the center of the train, one bright lamp that shone its way forward.
Silently, he walked by, a blind observer to the catastrophe. The light splintered, glass fragments tinkling in the cool wind, and the train itself tipped sideways, and collapsed. One final bellow of the horn, and silence took over, the murky waters claiming the metal contraption into its watery grave. As the wind sliced across, it caused his short, white hair to be lifted up by the miniature gale, small strands plucked away into the darkness.
Curious, a man before him, a customs official stepped out from his booth, staring at the boy who was walking towards him, ignoring him even in his path.
“What are you doing here, boy? You better have some good explanation, not to mention travel documents.”
Without uttering a sound, the boy continued, walking forward and past the person who stood stock still, who stared confusingly at this awkward boy, garbed in a white robe, dragging his feet along the bridge. He reached out a hand, placing it on the boy’s shoulder to halt his movement.
“Now hold on a minute there, sonny…”
The boy swung around, his eyes flashing red. At once, the man howled in agony, pulling back his arm, which was not nothing more than a stump of red flesh, white bone exposed at the end, reflecting the light of the nearby lamps before itself being tarnished by the red stain of blood. Collapsing to the ground, he wailed, the pain threatening to overtake his senses. The boy kept on walking forward.
“Hey!”
Other officers burst out of their offices, pistols in their hands, bursts of gunshot ringing out across the bridge as they fired on their assailant. Gunpowder filled the air, the smell overpowering, but the boy was seemingly unhindered, continuing to walk through the deadly hailstorm of metal and shrapnel.
Then it was all over. The boy walked on, leaving a dozen uniformed men behind, themselves covered by the rubble of the collapsing structures about them, dust flying high into the air. A pipe located on the bridge blew, water spraying out into the air in a fizz, causing the dust to settle in a rain of wet dirt. Above, another lamppost flickered, then a resounding crack as the light bulb blew.
In front of the boy, one last official stood, backing away, shivering in fear.
“Who are you?”
The boy walked on past several metres by, and then there was a groan, a snap of bone, and another disembodied body was left behind, a grotesque figure with a broken neck.
Above, the scavengers cawed, then in unison, they swooped down, eager for their meal.
Pausing, the boy turned back, gazing upon the corpse, as a vulture descended, ripping out the eyes of the dead man, before proceeding to tear off his flesh, blood pooling from ruptured arteries onto the ground. His eyes flashed red again as he looked upon the spectacle.
“My name is Kane.”
Fin~
Yep, I know, not exactly RP but bear with me.
Kane
He walked forward, back facing the city that represented his life. A hoot of an owl rang out, cut short as the sound died away as soon as it began. The wind blew through the lifeless trees, plants that wilted as he walked through. All around him, the vile stench of death and decay lingered. Reaching out a casual finger, he stroked the concrete frame of a tall skyscraper, and when he left the hard material was lined with cracks.
Behind him, the last lights of the city flickered and faded out.
Overhead lamps illuminated the streets brightly even in the darkness of night, but as he passed underneath, dragging along his feet clad in white shoes, even the lights themselves blew out, the light not able to sustain itself before such an evil. One by one, they fell into darkness,
Leaving the solid ground behind him, the short boy strode across a long tarmac bridge, a causeway linking the two great cities together. The usually bustling travel spot was now silent, with not a car in sight. Beside, on a railroad located by the bridge, a train roared, speeding its way towards the now dead city, screaming as the driver pulled upon the horn, the odour of coal fumes irritating his delicate nose. One light lit from the center of the train, one bright lamp that shone its way forward.
Silently, he walked by, a blind observer to the catastrophe. The light splintered, glass fragments tinkling in the cool wind, and the train itself tipped sideways, and collapsed. One final bellow of the horn, and silence took over, the murky waters claiming the metal contraption into its watery grave. As the wind sliced across, it caused his short, white hair to be lifted up by the miniature gale, small strands plucked away into the darkness.
Curious, a man before him, a customs official stepped out from his booth, staring at the boy who was walking towards him, ignoring him even in his path.
“What are you doing here, boy? You better have some good explanation, not to mention travel documents.”
Without uttering a sound, the boy continued, walking forward and past the person who stood stock still, who stared confusingly at this awkward boy, garbed in a white robe, dragging his feet along the bridge. He reached out a hand, placing it on the boy’s shoulder to halt his movement.
“Now hold on a minute there, sonny…”
The boy swung around, his eyes flashing red. At once, the man howled in agony, pulling back his arm, which was not nothing more than a stump of red flesh, white bone exposed at the end, reflecting the light of the nearby lamps before itself being tarnished by the red stain of blood. Collapsing to the ground, he wailed, the pain threatening to overtake his senses. The boy kept on walking forward.
“Hey!”
Other officers burst out of their offices, pistols in their hands, bursts of gunshot ringing out across the bridge as they fired on their assailant. Gunpowder filled the air, the smell overpowering, but the boy was seemingly unhindered, continuing to walk through the deadly hailstorm of metal and shrapnel.
Then it was all over. The boy walked on, leaving a dozen uniformed men behind, themselves covered by the rubble of the collapsing structures about them, dust flying high into the air. A pipe located on the bridge blew, water spraying out into the air in a fizz, causing the dust to settle in a rain of wet dirt. Above, another lamppost flickered, then a resounding crack as the light bulb blew.
In front of the boy, one last official stood, backing away, shivering in fear.
“Who are you?”
The boy walked on past several metres by, and then there was a groan, a snap of bone, and another disembodied body was left behind, a grotesque figure with a broken neck.
Above, the scavengers cawed, then in unison, they swooped down, eager for their meal.
Pausing, the boy turned back, gazing upon the corpse, as a vulture descended, ripping out the eyes of the dead man, before proceeding to tear off his flesh, blood pooling from ruptured arteries onto the ground. His eyes flashed red again as he looked upon the spectacle.
“My name is Kane.”
Fin~
Yep, I know, not exactly RP but bear with me.