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Alexa's scream continued as she was suddenly free from the strong wind tunnel and out into calmer air, only to abruptly cut off when her body hit the ground and rolled on the ground because of the momentum. She stopped rolling when her body hit something hard.
Panting wildly as she tried to collect her breath, Alexa looked around her in panic, trying to see any sign whether she'd be picked up by the strong wind again or not. What she did see though, only confused and frightened her as she instinctively pressed her back to whatever behind her, trying to get away.

She saw an... altar(?) from the direction she was thrown, but it was not the altar that caught her attention at the moment. It was the howling, rippling, black hole above the altar. She could see the occasional red tendrils of aura/energy around it, giving it an even ominous feeling. However it doesn't seem to be trying to suck her in again and instead was fading in and out. Before it closed and disappeared all the way, something... no, someone was thrown out from it, much like in the same manner she did, and rolled to a stop by one of the... ruins. Yes, now that she could see better in the low lighting, they're in some sort of ruins, with only the altar seemed intact.

Once the scary looking hole finally disappeared, Alexa tried to stand, but found that her shaking legs disagree to do so. Trying to keep her panic under control, Alexa crawled towards the other one who got thrown out of the hole after her. The low light from the torches nearby was making it hard to see the other person clearly. "H..Hey... Are you okay?" She called, inwardly winced when her voice waver, a testament of how shaken she was by the ordeal.
399, I think?
Alexa rode her motorbike along the quiet street slowly, careful to avoid the puddles of water from the light rain before. She's carrying a couple bags of grocery as she made her way towards her boarding house. As she rode, her mind wandered to the time when she received the doctor's news that she won't be able to do anymore Gymnastic as freely as she could before.

After months of therapy and medication, her lung condition had improved and according to the doctor, she shouldn't experience anymore chest pain in another couple of months, give or take. Unfortunately, if whatever caused her allergy reaction hit her again, she would have a relapse of her sickness. Shaking her head to dismiss the negative thoughts, she tried to focus on the positives instead. Which was harder to do than simply saying it.

All of a sudden, a strong wind started to whip around the street. Startled and not wanting to fall from her bike, Alexa immediately stopped her bike and stared in astonishment as the strong wind seem to pick up in intensity. Unnoticed by her, an ominous reddish black hole opened in the sky above her. The wind was getting stronger, and no matter how she tried to hold on to the sidewalk fence, her bike already dragged away by the wind, in the end Alexa was sent hurtling towards the black hole, screaming bloody murder all the way.

Once Alexa disappeared into the black hole, it slowly closed off and disappeared as the wind also died out. Soon, there was nothing to indicate that anything was ever wrong on the street.
CS:
Name: Alexa Cassandra Welborne
Age : 20
Short Desc: Short black hair with brown eyes, she stood at 5' 11". She has athletic build for her body.
Bio: Alexa was a student with mostly average scores in her reports. The one thing that she excelled in and stood her out from the others was her love and talent for sports and gymnastic. She joined a Gymnast Club and excelled in it during her Senior high school. She also expressed interest in engineering and tinkering with motorbikes.
When she was about to enter College, however, a lung sickness, which the doctor later diagnosed as an allergy result, made her unable to continue her Gymnastic. Thankfully the condition was not permanent, though the doctor cautioned that it could re-appear again, and she could do nearly all her usual activities (outside sports) like normal as long as she doesn't overdo it.


The black hooded person stood in front of the altar. Everything was silent except for the soft chanting voice as the hooded person started the ritual. No animal was seen, not a single deer or elk was in the vicinity of the ruin to graze there. The blood red moon seemed so close, presenting an ominous scene as it rose above the Gjukar Monument a small distance away from the ritual.

Finally a small breeze seem to circle the altar, a breeze that soon increased in its intensity along with the crackling of magic as it ripped a hole in the Reality. The Necromancer's eyes widened in surprise and fear when the edge of the rip starts wavering. Something was wrong! But before he could do anything else, the rip destabilized and exploded around the altar, throwing rocks and dirt. The Necromancer's luck run out as the explosion sent the Necromancer's head to meet an unforgiving rock.

The unstable rip wavered in and out of phase, slowly disappearing, but not before something traveled through it and fell beside the altar. The rip finally disappeared completely, leaving only the remnants of magic humming around the area.

And so, our story began.
TheYellowKing said
Thanks for the quick response and sorry for posting in the wrong place. I'm still learning the ropes


Welcome to the jungle. Don't worry, pretty soon you'll learn all the dirt paths and which vines to grab as you make your way to explore this place. ^_~

Heh, already done 90% of the posted list. Oh well.

You know you have an RP problem when you got increasingly agitated if you haven't post any RP reply for the day.
*Having a feeling that I'm going to get burned for my literature*

Fanfiction. XDD It fixes all the rage points from the real stories. Well... mostly anyway. Heh....
I prefer detective novels like Sherlock Holmes or the ones written by Agatha Christie.
Magic Magnum said
Having no info outside of that, it's impossible to judge or say on the situation.Hell, never is there enough info for outsiders to make a full judgement like that. No one else has a picture clear view of their life, nor do we know what's going on inside their head. He could of had valid reasons for wanting to die, or maybe he just suffered depression too long without help and suicide is just where he ended up as a result.As for the letter to the woman, I think you're jumping to the conclusion that the girl is his reason for death.It's likely she wasn't the reason, but he figured "You know what, I'm going to die now. I might as well tell her how I feel, I got no other chance to afterwards".


I agree. It is possible that it's not all based on him liking the woman but also from several other causes. However, in regard of drawing conclusion, the news didn't mention any other messages or anything else that might become a 'trigger' for his suicide, and it was my honest reaction of feeling like yelling at him for that (The only conclusion I can get at that time).

People always said that there are 2 sides of a coin, a person's side and the other people's side. I also heard of this one: There are 3 sides/version of a story: My/said person's version, other people version and the truth. Unfortunately, the truth is usually almost impossible to get, not without all the facts, and even with all the facts we might still not see what the truth really is.

But to cut the long story, I'm still with my opinion before: Suicide is a sad thing.
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