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I need to get a life. I'm such a stalker of this site. XD
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Arielle dropped the gun on the floor in shock at the sight around her. Her hands shook violently as she steadied herself on the cage. Her mind raced as it sought out any possible reason for this, and who could do such a thing. It was clear they weren't really dead, after all a bound form of energy (soul) wouldn't have enough mass to explode. She shook her head violently to clear her mind. This was no time to think about why. She had to focus on surviving this hell. She would have to play along in order to at least stand a chance to live.
She thought of her mothers at home right now. Mimi was probably serving tea to mom right now as she read the latest magazine from the news stand down the street. The small house would look very bright as the afternoon light streamed into the central atrium, and Mimi's bamboo garden would be casting a soft green glow from the sun.
Arielle couldn't let them down. Her mother had lived through hell with her father beating her endlessly. If she could handle that and live in peace afterwards her daughter better damn well be able to do the same.
Without giving herself a chance to think she hurriedly, and shakily, dropped her bloody clothes and put on the suit that looked her size. Its pressure around her almost seemed calming as she closed it, like a baby being swaddled or her mom's tight hugs she greeted anyone with (integration had not been her strongest suit).
Picking up a gun that resembled a sniper rifle she took deep breaths. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, just like Mimi had taught her. This was no time to think about what was going on. She made the conscious choice to devote all her thoughts to her wonderful life and a way to get the h*ll out of this mess. She picked up her purse and swung it over her shoulder, pulled out a black scrungie and tied back her hair into a bun. Holding the gun close to her chest she leaned against the wall and took deep breaths, meditating quietly and trying her best to keep her racing mind from going anywhere she didn't want it to.
She thought of her mothers at home right now. Mimi was probably serving tea to mom right now as she read the latest magazine from the news stand down the street. The small house would look very bright as the afternoon light streamed into the central atrium, and Mimi's bamboo garden would be casting a soft green glow from the sun.
Arielle couldn't let them down. Her mother had lived through hell with her father beating her endlessly. If she could handle that and live in peace afterwards her daughter better damn well be able to do the same.
Without giving herself a chance to think she hurriedly, and shakily, dropped her bloody clothes and put on the suit that looked her size. Its pressure around her almost seemed calming as she closed it, like a baby being swaddled or her mom's tight hugs she greeted anyone with (integration had not been her strongest suit).
Picking up a gun that resembled a sniper rifle she took deep breaths. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, just like Mimi had taught her. This was no time to think about what was going on. She made the conscious choice to devote all her thoughts to her wonderful life and a way to get the h*ll out of this mess. She picked up her purse and swung it over her shoulder, pulled out a black scrungie and tied back her hair into a bun. Holding the gun close to her chest she leaned against the wall and took deep breaths, meditating quietly and trying her best to keep her racing mind from going anywhere she didn't want it to.
I'll wait for you to post @Mugin:)
Just remember the whole process will take a month in game time so space things out. :)
There is no hospital bil. :)
Demons are apparently very socialist about healthcare
I can tell you Ash's will be pretty gruesome, and he's a humanoid.
Demons are apparently very socialist about healthcare
I can tell you Ash's will be pretty gruesome, and he's a humanoid.
http://s105.photobucket.com/user/Kenny_Cadieux/media/Basement_zpstlzafn2e.jpg.html?o=1
https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=cold+war+bunker&view=detailv2&&&id=EB243168F6F64A7330A6755A44E209B9C07C37DF&selectedIndex=141&ccid=WQa%2fGK3z&simid=608002193893687495&thid=JN.aeysVwFDRMMJmkxWUATB1A&ajaxhist=0
The secret area of the basement serves two primary functions. The largest area is a space for demons to rest on their travels, a free service offered by the owners. The second area is a hospital where an injured demon can lie in isolation to recover, and there are two bathrooms (one accessible off of each room (and right now it is being used as a transformation room for the boys)
The rooms have 10 foot ceilings and are very barren. The beds in all the spaces are old military cots covered in olive drab wool blankets bought at a military surplus store. The floors are raw concrete with unpainted cinder block walls. The bathrooms are just a toilet and a sink with a shower head mounted onto the wall and floor drain in the middle of the room.
https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=cold+war+bunker&view=detailv2&&&id=EB243168F6F64A7330A6755A44E209B9C07C37DF&selectedIndex=141&ccid=WQa%2fGK3z&simid=608002193893687495&thid=JN.aeysVwFDRMMJmkxWUATB1A&ajaxhist=0
The secret area of the basement serves two primary functions. The largest area is a space for demons to rest on their travels, a free service offered by the owners. The second area is a hospital where an injured demon can lie in isolation to recover, and there are two bathrooms (one accessible off of each room (and right now it is being used as a transformation room for the boys)
The rooms have 10 foot ceilings and are very barren. The beds in all the spaces are old military cots covered in olive drab wool blankets bought at a military surplus store. The floors are raw concrete with unpainted cinder block walls. The bathrooms are just a toilet and a sink with a shower head mounted onto the wall and floor drain in the middle of the room.
Mabel
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Mabel jumped as a loud crashing sound echoed throughout the empty diner. Her instincts kicking in she ran towards the noise's origin, the basement.
"What the h*ll did those a**hats do this time" She cussed, worry creeping into her stomach. More swears escaped her lips as she stood at the top of the stairs, viewing the mess. All three boys were in a crumpled heap at the base of the stairs, their blood mixing together and staining the raw concrete below. Her unbeating heart jumped into her throat at the morbid sight, as she ran down the stairs. Mabel reached down to check their pulses, silently praying to nobody in particular that they were still alive. All three had weak heart beats, but they still had them. But she also knew that there was no way to save them. Zack's whole face had been smashed in, Eric's broken ribs were sticking through his shirt and Ash's arm bone had gone through his skin and managed to impale his lungs of all the bad luck.
Mabel knew what she had to do, the only thing that could possibly save all three of the boys, she had to unseal their souls. An unsealed soul was a powerful thing, capable of keeping each and every cell alive regardless of physical damage of any type. She knew she had to do it, but she also knew it'd make her the enemy of whoever their families were.
Mabel ran to the blank wall behind the stairs, and pulled out a brick, reveling a door knob. Opening the door she reveled the rooms behind it. using the brick to jam the door open Mabel ran back to the boys. Bending down she lifted Ashburn up like a plank, taking full advantage of her demon strength and lay him down on the floor of the room behind the door, then repeating the process of the other two.
She closed the door and locked it behind her, so nobody could see what it was she was about to do. With great care she removed the shirts and aprons of the boys that she had lay side to side. The head chef then pulled a pocket knife from the pockets of her jeans. The knife was just a normal flip blade knife, but was very sharp and glinted in the dim electric lighting. Moving as quickly as she could she carved a symbol onto the upper right chest of each boy (https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=demonic+symbols&view=detailv2&&&id=FC805D9C47ACD8F797634FF2B46DE44C116A2C65&selectedIndex=256&ccid=D5J%2feV88&simid=608041248026067502&thid=JN.vSRz7u%2fatU7TOXjzoxhPPw&ajaxhist=0) just below the collar bone. She had never been a very good artist so she ended up taking fifteen minutes to carve the marks into their bodies.
Going first to Zack, who was in the worst condition, she leaned over and placed her two hands on his chest where the mark had been carved. Closing her eyes she began to chant "Untainted soul I summon you. You who are of nature and bonded to this earth. I offer unto the this mortal body, to use as you will to manifest yourself to me." This she repeated for five minutes, a melodic and haunting chant. Sweat cross Mabel's brow as her anxiety started to kick in. Without warning Zack's eyes opened, revealing a burning light behind them, before they closed again.
Mabel gave a sigh of relief, and repeated the process on the other two demons-to-be. Once all three had been dealt with Mabel leaned back against the wall, exhausted. And though she would never admit it to anyone, or ever speak about it, she began to cry tears of joy. She had just saved three demon children from an early death, and was over come with relief that the three students she had come to care about and worry about would live.
It took her ten minutes to regain her composure, and wipe away her tears. Opening a thick metal door that led into a side her she then lugged the three boys inside, placing them on barren cots within its confines. Her duty fulfilled, and knowledge that despite their blood still soaking the floor, they would live, she closed and locked the door behind them so she could start calling in people to cover their shifts.
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Mabel jumped as a loud crashing sound echoed throughout the empty diner. Her instincts kicking in she ran towards the noise's origin, the basement.
"What the h*ll did those a**hats do this time" She cussed, worry creeping into her stomach. More swears escaped her lips as she stood at the top of the stairs, viewing the mess. All three boys were in a crumpled heap at the base of the stairs, their blood mixing together and staining the raw concrete below. Her unbeating heart jumped into her throat at the morbid sight, as she ran down the stairs. Mabel reached down to check their pulses, silently praying to nobody in particular that they were still alive. All three had weak heart beats, but they still had them. But she also knew that there was no way to save them. Zack's whole face had been smashed in, Eric's broken ribs were sticking through his shirt and Ash's arm bone had gone through his skin and managed to impale his lungs of all the bad luck.
Mabel knew what she had to do, the only thing that could possibly save all three of the boys, she had to unseal their souls. An unsealed soul was a powerful thing, capable of keeping each and every cell alive regardless of physical damage of any type. She knew she had to do it, but she also knew it'd make her the enemy of whoever their families were.
Mabel ran to the blank wall behind the stairs, and pulled out a brick, reveling a door knob. Opening the door she reveled the rooms behind it. using the brick to jam the door open Mabel ran back to the boys. Bending down she lifted Ashburn up like a plank, taking full advantage of her demon strength and lay him down on the floor of the room behind the door, then repeating the process of the other two.
She closed the door and locked it behind her, so nobody could see what it was she was about to do. With great care she removed the shirts and aprons of the boys that she had lay side to side. The head chef then pulled a pocket knife from the pockets of her jeans. The knife was just a normal flip blade knife, but was very sharp and glinted in the dim electric lighting. Moving as quickly as she could she carved a symbol onto the upper right chest of each boy (https://www.bing.com/images/search?q=demonic+symbols&view=detailv2&&&id=FC805D9C47ACD8F797634FF2B46DE44C116A2C65&selectedIndex=256&ccid=D5J%2feV88&simid=608041248026067502&thid=JN.vSRz7u%2fatU7TOXjzoxhPPw&ajaxhist=0) just below the collar bone. She had never been a very good artist so she ended up taking fifteen minutes to carve the marks into their bodies.
Going first to Zack, who was in the worst condition, she leaned over and placed her two hands on his chest where the mark had been carved. Closing her eyes she began to chant "Untainted soul I summon you. You who are of nature and bonded to this earth. I offer unto the this mortal body, to use as you will to manifest yourself to me." This she repeated for five minutes, a melodic and haunting chant. Sweat cross Mabel's brow as her anxiety started to kick in. Without warning Zack's eyes opened, revealing a burning light behind them, before they closed again.
Mabel gave a sigh of relief, and repeated the process on the other two demons-to-be. Once all three had been dealt with Mabel leaned back against the wall, exhausted. And though she would never admit it to anyone, or ever speak about it, she began to cry tears of joy. She had just saved three demon children from an early death, and was over come with relief that the three students she had come to care about and worry about would live.
It took her ten minutes to regain her composure, and wipe away her tears. Opening a thick metal door that led into a side her she then lugged the three boys inside, placing them on barren cots within its confines. Her duty fulfilled, and knowledge that despite their blood still soaking the floor, they would live, she closed and locked the door behind them so she could start calling in people to cover their shifts.
Ashburn (And borrowing everyone else. Again thank you)
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Ash sighed as he saw Zack walking up the ally, trying vainly to stay on the narrow strip of dead grass on the edge. With another sigh both he and Eric stepped out of the truck and into the thick mud. The rain begun to poor harder and soon drenched all of them to the bone. Ash held the door to the break room open, as the other boys ran into the diner.
Now awake Ash and the others tried their best to rid their shoes (and pants) of the thick mud, dragging across a now thoroughly soiled entry mat. After the futility of their task was evident they went to getting ready for work. Not much talking happened during this time, Ash and Eric getting on their aprons, with Ash trying to wring out his long hair. Zack just ignored them all, hanging up his hat and grabbing a blue rubber apron and hair net from his peg.
Before any of them left the room the door swung open, revealing the boss they had all been hoping to avoid.
"Good morning Mrs. Mabel." Ash said with forced happiness
"Good morning" She replied flatly, though not meanly "I am glad that you guys seem to have recovered. Now today we have a special on buffalo burgers. So I need all of you to go down and get the meat from the fridge."
The fridge she was referring to was the large walk in downstairs. The upstairs only had room for a few normal sized appliances so the whole diner relied heavily on the basement for storage. The basement was a relic of a by-gone era, a cold war bunker from the 50's back when this had been a VA building (of all things). The basement was accessed from the bathroom (an odd feature that nobody could figure out. It made it very hard for them to get food during peak business hours), and was much smaller than the upstairs. It was dark, depressing and everyone hated climbing the steep stairs since there was no guard rail and a single trip would not end well.
But it was part of their jobs, and none of the boys was about to argue with a woman that was already in a bad mood about them. Offering various affirmations they walked past Mabel and towards the stairs. Zack was leading the way, followed by Eric and a still dripping Ash. The bathroom was just a tiny powder room with an ancient tile floor, and a toilet that never looked clean regardless of how much time was spent scrubbing its rusted hulk. Eric and Zack started down the stairs, Ash slowly walking across the tile, to avoid slipping.
Suddenly, without warning, Ash's lungs seized as he stood in the threshold of the door. Ash jolted as the loss of oxygen caused his body to spaz, sending his body hurling down the stairs towards the other boys. His 135 pound body plummeted down, causing a chain reaction that sent the three screaming boys 14 feet down to the raw concrete below. Zack landed first, his face smashing into the cement, knocking him out cold as his shattered face came to rest. Eric landed right after, landing on his back his ribs and spine made a loud cracking sound as he ended his fall. Ash, landed on top of Zack, his left arm underneath him cracked as he smashed it into pieces. His lungs finally took in air just as Ash blacked out from the lack of oxygen.
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Ash sighed as he saw Zack walking up the ally, trying vainly to stay on the narrow strip of dead grass on the edge. With another sigh both he and Eric stepped out of the truck and into the thick mud. The rain begun to poor harder and soon drenched all of them to the bone. Ash held the door to the break room open, as the other boys ran into the diner.
Now awake Ash and the others tried their best to rid their shoes (and pants) of the thick mud, dragging across a now thoroughly soiled entry mat. After the futility of their task was evident they went to getting ready for work. Not much talking happened during this time, Ash and Eric getting on their aprons, with Ash trying to wring out his long hair. Zack just ignored them all, hanging up his hat and grabbing a blue rubber apron and hair net from his peg.
Before any of them left the room the door swung open, revealing the boss they had all been hoping to avoid.
"Good morning Mrs. Mabel." Ash said with forced happiness
"Good morning" She replied flatly, though not meanly "I am glad that you guys seem to have recovered. Now today we have a special on buffalo burgers. So I need all of you to go down and get the meat from the fridge."
The fridge she was referring to was the large walk in downstairs. The upstairs only had room for a few normal sized appliances so the whole diner relied heavily on the basement for storage. The basement was a relic of a by-gone era, a cold war bunker from the 50's back when this had been a VA building (of all things). The basement was accessed from the bathroom (an odd feature that nobody could figure out. It made it very hard for them to get food during peak business hours), and was much smaller than the upstairs. It was dark, depressing and everyone hated climbing the steep stairs since there was no guard rail and a single trip would not end well.
But it was part of their jobs, and none of the boys was about to argue with a woman that was already in a bad mood about them. Offering various affirmations they walked past Mabel and towards the stairs. Zack was leading the way, followed by Eric and a still dripping Ash. The bathroom was just a tiny powder room with an ancient tile floor, and a toilet that never looked clean regardless of how much time was spent scrubbing its rusted hulk. Eric and Zack started down the stairs, Ash slowly walking across the tile, to avoid slipping.
Suddenly, without warning, Ash's lungs seized as he stood in the threshold of the door. Ash jolted as the loss of oxygen caused his body to spaz, sending his body hurling down the stairs towards the other boys. His 135 pound body plummeted down, causing a chain reaction that sent the three screaming boys 14 feet down to the raw concrete below. Zack landed first, his face smashing into the cement, knocking him out cold as his shattered face came to rest. Eric landed right after, landing on his back his ribs and spine made a loud cracking sound as he ended his fall. Ash, landed on top of Zack, his left arm underneath him cracked as he smashed it into pieces. His lungs finally took in air just as Ash blacked out from the lack of oxygen.
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