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    RAINING SECONDS

    Raining Seconds
    CASUAL/ADVANCED ROLEPLAY


    Raining Seconds is constantly accepting new roles! The role of Cancer, Pisces, Libra, and Leo are available, but being an Astrowalker isn't mandatory. If you desire to play anything other than an Astrowalker, a character sheet is optional, not required.


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    A sigh escapes my mouth as I stare blankly at the steel walls of the prison cell. Was I this much of a threat to be put into a steel cell, and not one of concrete? No, they couldn't know that I'm an Astrowalker, could they? I haven't been here long enough to age.
    And yet, I find myself contented to be in this bare room. It means that I am safe. For now, anyway. I have tried to escape before, don't get me wrong. The door isn't air tight, so I can't fill the room with air and break the walls due to pressure. Probably for the best-- I might've killed myself in the process.
    I have begun to wonder if there are any others in this prison. Am I the only one brave enough to stand up? Or am I just the dumbest? I should hope not. There is this certain guard that occasionally strolls by that is not like the others. She wears this jacket with a scorpion imprinted on the back. She is from a wealthy family, like me, and I know this because our parents have met years ago, before I was even born.
    I sit up in the cot, my brain sore from thinking too much. Deciding to put this spare time to use, I drop down onto the floor and begin to do pushups. If I were to ever be set free, I will not be the weakling any longer. I shall obtain my freedom from fear, even if it means killing Dictator Garrard myself.

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    Day in and day out, it had became a routine to see the other uniformed wardens pass through the corridors. Supposedly, there hadn't been enough wardens to supervise every corner of the Prison; consequently, each one was obliged to more of this pain-staking vigil to ensure that no one escaped. Not that it was ever though possible, but taking precautions was a something always taken if we wanted to avoid Garrard's wrath. I, I never have to worry for such a thing. Taking my job seriously, there is no need to feel doubt in myself when the other mediocre wardens weren't technically working to their full potentials. Well, that is why I'm here. Not considering myself the overseer, I only guard the southern division of the hundred-acre large prison, where the most notorious inmates are detained. But apart from the rowdy rebels was one boy my age. A couple months older than I. Though among the most silent of prisoners in the division, he was far more powerful than anyone could've given him credit for. Every evening, I would walk past his cell, Block 16, to see him far from any sense of aggression. Despite all that has been filed about this prisoner, the claims that the Jurisdiction had against him could never be proven, since he was such an introvert. As quiet as he is, there was that bitter sense I felt everytime I walked past his block. Volatile is he, for his ability to wield the air around. If he wanted to, he could have just removed the oxygen from the entire prison, killing us all, but strangely, he had made no such attempts so far.

    It had been that night that I had sauntered down the southern corridor to find the usual mumbling of the mentally unstable inmates, hearing their whimpers and involuntary shouts. After two years working in this environment, I had grown used to these outbursts that usually startled some of the new-coming jailers. With iron-plated doors to seclude them, the sight of them were, by far, disregarded. the clop clop of my heels echoed through the underpass of the hall as I scouted farther. Block 42. Block 41. Block 40. Block 39... "Go to hell, Garrard!" a voice broke out, but everyone had ignored it. Block 28. Block 27. Block 26. Block 25... "Long live the Republic of Dreherica!" another man hollered. Block 19. Block 18. Block 17...

    ...Block 16.


    Stopping in my tracks to stand with feet slightly apart, I pivoted to my left to come face to face with the iron cell door, the number 16 engraved beneath the 10" by 5" window. "Found your mother." Through the small gap available, I tossed in a small lock of brunette hair into his cell. "She was looking for you after hearing the news," my voice slurred in false pity, "Too bad the Hitlerites were unable to spare her mercy." I stepped forward to lean an elbow against the metal door, "Now you'll have one less person to worry about. What tragic news for you...



    ........isn't that right, Capricorn?"



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    My eyes widen, and I thanked the Lord that I was facing the other direction. I struggled to silently clear my throat, but to no avail. I covered it with a cough. Keeping my voice as steady as possible to not reveal anything, i reply to the Scorpion girl. "I believe you're mistaken, ma'am, as my last name is Knight, not Capricorn." The mark of Capricorn imprinted on my chest was covered by the clothes i was forced to wear, making seeing it impossible.

    But still...does she know? What if she does? My heart races as i think about the consequences. No... if she knows, I'd have to kill her. It would be an easy, silent death--suffocation. No one could explain it, but then again, no evidence against me. Yes, that's the way to go.

    "May I ask, how did you assume my last name was Capricorn? That's nowhere near my last name. Or are you making assumptions, thinking that I'm an Astrowalker? Hah!"

    I hide my fear with some nonchalance, hoping I would not become a murderer just yet. I am saving that pleasure for Garrard.
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    (I'm not used to first person. I'll be switching back to third)

    Diana cocked her head toward her right shoulder, then regained her concentration. "Is that so? However, your last name should mean nothing to you now. Not unless you're willing to accept the shame of being part of a family that might have sold you out for a high bounty." She lost the feeling of amusement in his tragedy, but she neither had sympathy for him either. It wasn't an emotion she was familiar with either. "Be glad that you've survived eighteen years without much torture."

    At this point, Diana had a heavy frown of conceit and apathy for herself. Remembering her younger years, she developed a hatred-filled jealousy for this 'Capricorn'. She had to endure more pain than he had. The pain of having her own father selfishly giving her up unto the hands of those who were more than capable of breaking her. Something about him, Capricorn, mocked her for being so blind and empty-minded before. Although he neither spoke or shown it, his unscathed existence taunted her for being weak. It was the last thing Diana would ever consider herself as. A weakling. But time and time again, it was useless to explain anything to him, for he wouldn't understand the sheer insanity of it all. All she could do was prove to him that she wasn't willing to let him escape on her watch. For if he did, Diana would demonstrate the torture done unto her innocent childhood.


    Returning to the current matter, Diana held a firm posture to face the iron door, although not looking directly into the peep hole. "How naive of me would it be if I did consider your last name to be Capricorn. I neither insinuated nor implied on such a thing. But, when I address you as such, I do mean what I say. Dr. Raelyn and other forensic scientists have found it evident in your DNA that you do age." Diana finally removes the locks from the door, and hauled it open, leaving the metal bars to still remain separating her and Capricorn. Although risky, she took a step forward to claim her position. "You cannot deny that you are an Astrowalker."

    Diana's shadow accumulated beneath her feet, and slithered through the iron bars to enter his cell. The dark matter began to evolve, once again compressing itself to spiral ceilingward. The shadow had refigured, molding into a being that resembled a man his identical height, with no substance, only red illuminating eyes. The heavy iron door slammed closed on its own enclosing the black figure in with him. Without hesitation, the black mass began to tackle and strangle him, with no mercy.

    "If you are Capricorn, you will save yourself."
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    Keeping a constant flow of air in my lungs, I make no move to struggle. I shut my eyes and make my body go limp after a minute, but still very much alive.

    The creature's grasp on my neck was sure to leave a bruise, hopefully incriminating evidence against Scorpion. It was painful, even I couldn't fool myself with that, but it was no unbearable.

    I don't know how long this had gone on by now, but all that mattered was that I remained alive. And, seeing as Scorpion already knew of my secret, I decided to end the creature, filling his body past the capacity with air, bursting it into small puffs of smoke.

    Having achieved my freedom of breathing, and giving away my secret, I stood up and walked over to the door, slightly bending down to look through the hole in the door. Staring Diana in the eyes which were a shade darker than mine, I innocently smile while air pressure ejects the bolts out of their sockets that held the door in place. The heavy steel door collapses inward, sending a painfully loud echo throughout the prison.

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    After the wrestle, she had left the iron door standing ajar. Sliding her foot between the metal plated hinge and the wall, Diana kicked it open. She had come to the decision to not taunt him for his giving-in. But, she still looked down upon him with scorn, with a tiny hint of impression, to see him easily recover from the mass attack. "Don't bother hiding anything. The Jurisdiction knows and will know everything." For a brief moment, she dared to place herself in his situation, having someone at her same rank and power insult her. Diana found it hard to realize that his guy was just as different as she had been, but only failed to put it to better use. More than certainly, he definitely wouldn't agree to something that would involve him working for the Dictator. He had, more than likely, set his mind on opposition against the higher authority.

    Diana, still not retreating from her place dangerously close to someone potentially destructive as he, turned away to fold her arms across her chest. "You aren't deemed important either. Afterall, there are ten more like you." she hesitated, prepared to say 'us', but forced the impulse back. "Expect nothing more than a trip to the Laboratory for tests to be run. And if you're lucky, you'll die in the process."



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    "Miss Diana von Raelyn, I believe that you meant the word: 'us'." i reply with no emotion, my care for this other Astrowalker replaced by annoyance. I felt more powerful than I wanted to allow, but at this moment I didn't care. " You can mark my words, Raelyn, that anyone who tries to test on me WILL die." I stand my ground against the woman before me who was many inches shorter, but younger and more aggressive. Pity.

    "And as for you. I'm sorry to say that I have lost respect in you. You're killing your own kind. Will you be able to live with that on your conscience?" I ask Diana as I walk forward into the hall, only a few steps away from her.

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    She released a heavy inaudible sigh, conveying great fatigue for his useless bickering. But within an instant, Diana had bolted around to strike her palms against his shoulders and ram him into the nearest wall. Unsurprised at how he stepped free, she speaks with apathy, "As if you ever knew what respect was." Diana's shadow returned to her side, staring off in the direction of her own gaze. It levitated inches from the concrete floor, looking straight at him with petrifying eyes, as though awaiting a command before acting. "Killing my own kind? You are nothing like me. Your existence means nothing to me!" With great force, she pulled him apart from the wall, only to smash him into the stone once more. "What good are you to me? What benefit would come out of me sparing your life? What can you do to reverse the hell that is Dreherica? Answer these questions, and it might give me a reason to let you go. Answer me!" Diana demanded roughly, her eyes portraying that of her shadow being's. The dark figure had engrossed itself within her, lending her hooked fangs and rendering claws that punctured his shirt.

    Her voice altered to that of a demonic growling, vibrating throughout the solid flooring. "Why shouldn't I do it? Why would it matter if i spared kill the rest of you? We'll all die anyway!"

    Hearing her own unintended words, Diana withdrew herself from him, not from repentance, but now of self-control. She neither averted her gaze nor removed her frightening glare; now standing several feet apart from him, her aggression receded, until all inhuman features had disappeared. Still, she refused to express any remorse. "We'll all die anyway."



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    I step away from the wall, my back slightly sore from the toss into the wall. Composing myself, i calmly respond. "Why does it matter? You shouldn't ask me that. But think about this: what'll happen when you kill the rest of us? Will Garrard have any use for you at that time? No. He'll run tests on you as he will test every one that you turn in. You're being used, don't you see it?" I begin to make the air in the prison thinner, until it's just barely enough to keep everyone alive. "It matters because all twelve of us together can change everything. Or are you too immature to see that?"

    I begin to walk down the hall, toward the elevator leading to the main floor, and my freedom. Without turning back, I press the "close door" button, sealing myself away from the girl who intended to have me killed.

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