Polyphemus said
She's doing CPR wrong.
Who said anything about CPR?
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Who said anything about CPR?
Lisa waited at the Urban Grind as she was told to meet there. She could almost hear the tick tocks of the clock on the wall as time passed sluggishly. Her foot was tapping out her nervousness and not knowing what might and what can happen. It was kind of like the time she went on a blind date, except her date wasn't a potential killer. Hopefully this meeting would end better. On her wrist was a bracelet she thought she threw away. It was a simple little band with lettered beads saying "L+M BFF". She didn't know why she put it back on. Maybe it was to remind her of the good memories that seemed so long ago. In front of her was a steaming cup of coffee, the surface of which was glassy and still. She could see her faint reflection in the darkness. The blonde hair and hair cut still felt strange to her, like she was wearing someone else's life. It reminded her of the time she decided to go for a new look and got a pixie cut out of impulse. A lot of people made fun of her, saying she "turned lesbian". And despite the rumors and name calling Mari stuck by her side thru all of it.
10 or maybe 15 minutes of waiting later Lilith walked in the front door. It took Lisa a second to recognize her, since she had only seen her in pictures before. She waved and motioned at her despite the cold nervous feeling in her gut. At first Lisa thought Lilith looked cool and exciting. She had to remind herself that the person in front of her is possibly a murderer, that she should keep her guard up.
"Hi, I'm Lisa" she said, extending a hand to greet her. Her voice was calmly apprehensive. "I'm just trying to put together the whole picture about Mari-- I mean Maria. That's just, ummm, a nickname I gave her. And I heard you knew her" Lisa watched Lilith's body language closely, looking for anything telling. "I guess I should start by saying I knew Mari for a long time, since we were kids. We used to be really close until a bunch of stuff and drama happened and we stopped talking. I'm just trying to figure out what changed between then and now." Lisa paused a second, finding it difficult to speak. "So, I guess to start I'm wondering how you know her."
10 or maybe 15 minutes of waiting later Lilith walked in the front door. It took Lisa a second to recognize her, since she had only seen her in pictures before. She waved and motioned at her despite the cold nervous feeling in her gut. At first Lisa thought Lilith looked cool and exciting. She had to remind herself that the person in front of her is possibly a murderer, that she should keep her guard up.
"Hi, I'm Lisa" she said, extending a hand to greet her. Her voice was calmly apprehensive. "I'm just trying to put together the whole picture about Mari-- I mean Maria. That's just, ummm, a nickname I gave her. And I heard you knew her" Lisa watched Lilith's body language closely, looking for anything telling. "I guess I should start by saying I knew Mari for a long time, since we were kids. We used to be really close until a bunch of stuff and drama happened and we stopped talking. I'm just trying to figure out what changed between then and now." Lisa paused a second, finding it difficult to speak. "So, I guess to start I'm wondering how you know her."
Silent Observer said
Don't let this die!!!
A man lies dead in Voltas, beaten and bleeding. The road is stained by his blood, seeping into the soil, scabbing over and rotting. The city, the country, the people suffer under the hand of the privileged and corrupt. They have lost faith and hope, their spirits have broken. They need a ray of light, to be inspired, the fire needs to be lit. And it will...
"I tire of these games. If Sir Heurassein expects me to do business with him, the least he could do is meet me in person instead of sending his lapdog" the fat man said, slightly frustrated.
"My father has no time for trivialities." Adrianna replied, nonplussed.
"Yet he has time to hide in that mansion of his, hording all that coin. I demand--"
"You will demand nothing, and you will get nothing. I am more than capable of running this business, I have been doing so for the past couple years. Now either make a deal or leave, I have plenty of other men lined up eager to do business."
After moments of contemplation, the fat man agreed to her deal, as she knew he would. Grumble and complain as he may, Adrianna's rich sulfur mines were too much to resist. The man left angrier and wealthier than when he came, but Adrianna still had business to attend to. There's no rest for the wicked as they say.
Soon, a servant girl entered the ornate room decorated with fanciful furniture and pricey paintings. "Milady, I come bearing messages. The agent in Voltas was caught, they killed him."
Adrianna took the news without batting a lash. "I thought as much. Preachers are too loud, too vulnerable. They make targets out of themselves."
"What will we do?"
"Worry not my dear, I am on the verge of creation. A machine that can change everything. First, we must venture to Voltas, the smiths here are inadequate. I will require someone more skilled with steel."
"There is another message milady, here" the girls said, showing Adrianna the letter.
"Read it to me."
"Umm..."
"Just remember what I taught you, one word at a time."
After a few moments of trying to read the letter, the girl more or less deciphered what it said. "You're invited to a dinner party in voltas."
"How convenient, or perhaps annoying. I suppose if I have time..."
A few days later Adrianna headed off towards Voltas with a troop of body guards and servants. Her carriage was guarded on both sides by bodyguards in simple armor and carrying iron swords. Adrianna herself kept an intricately decorated pistol on her belt, more for show than anything else. Opposite of her was the servant girl from before, dressed in simpler but still elegant clothing.
"Something on your mind, my dear?" Adrianna asked, trying to kill the time.
"Is it true what they say about master? Does he really have scars?"
"Ahh, my father is ever the popular one isn't he? I'm a little jealous, wouldn't you rather get to know me better?"
"Milady!"
The atmosphere around Voltas was distinctly thick with macabre melancholy. Crime a disease plague the streets, staining the city with the stench of corpses and death. No one begs for salvation, their cries are drowned by dejection lost in a sea or sorrow. Adrianna frowned as she walked through the streets, heels clacking on stone. Her expensive looking clothes made her a target, her two body guards kept thieves and thugs at bay.
"I tire of these games. If Sir Heurassein expects me to do business with him, the least he could do is meet me in person instead of sending his lapdog" the fat man said, slightly frustrated.
"My father has no time for trivialities." Adrianna replied, nonplussed.
"Yet he has time to hide in that mansion of his, hording all that coin. I demand--"
"You will demand nothing, and you will get nothing. I am more than capable of running this business, I have been doing so for the past couple years. Now either make a deal or leave, I have plenty of other men lined up eager to do business."
After moments of contemplation, the fat man agreed to her deal, as she knew he would. Grumble and complain as he may, Adrianna's rich sulfur mines were too much to resist. The man left angrier and wealthier than when he came, but Adrianna still had business to attend to. There's no rest for the wicked as they say.
Soon, a servant girl entered the ornate room decorated with fanciful furniture and pricey paintings. "Milady, I come bearing messages. The agent in Voltas was caught, they killed him."
Adrianna took the news without batting a lash. "I thought as much. Preachers are too loud, too vulnerable. They make targets out of themselves."
"What will we do?"
"Worry not my dear, I am on the verge of creation. A machine that can change everything. First, we must venture to Voltas, the smiths here are inadequate. I will require someone more skilled with steel."
"There is another message milady, here" the girls said, showing Adrianna the letter.
"Read it to me."
"Umm..."
"Just remember what I taught you, one word at a time."
After a few moments of trying to read the letter, the girl more or less deciphered what it said. "You're invited to a dinner party in voltas."
"How convenient, or perhaps annoying. I suppose if I have time..."
A few days later Adrianna headed off towards Voltas with a troop of body guards and servants. Her carriage was guarded on both sides by bodyguards in simple armor and carrying iron swords. Adrianna herself kept an intricately decorated pistol on her belt, more for show than anything else. Opposite of her was the servant girl from before, dressed in simpler but still elegant clothing.
"Something on your mind, my dear?" Adrianna asked, trying to kill the time.
"Is it true what they say about master? Does he really have scars?"
"Ahh, my father is ever the popular one isn't he? I'm a little jealous, wouldn't you rather get to know me better?"
"Milady!"
The atmosphere around Voltas was distinctly thick with macabre melancholy. Crime a disease plague the streets, staining the city with the stench of corpses and death. No one begs for salvation, their cries are drowned by dejection lost in a sea or sorrow. Adrianna frowned as she walked through the streets, heels clacking on stone. Her expensive looking clothes made her a target, her two body guards kept thieves and thugs at bay.
GourmetItalia said
After my next post, which is, by the way, nearly finished, I think we're ready for a time skip!
In that case, I'll just get my post in now. Its not 100% but I won't be able to work on it tomorrow or the next day.
I'm still here and working on my post, just so you know.
I would oblige, but I don't see how our characters can cross paths right now.
Romaneck said
Im not dead im just skimming through the posts and realizing with dread that none of them so far tie to my character
I would oblige, but I don't see how our characters can cross paths right now.
Polyphemus said
Sorry, actually, I'm dead.
Excuse me, I have to make a phone call.
Short post to move things along. I'm not good with fight scenes.
Acacia barely had time to take her jacket off before the parking lot patrol crashed the party. Without her armor to negate the smaller bullets, her sword was reduced to a suicide tactic. She has to play this one pretty close to the chest. Bullets pinged and ricocheted around them as Acacia loaded her lever action gun with standard shells. These guys were efficient, closing in around them with a vice grip. All bunched up like this, Acacia and the others were like fish in a barrel. They need room to breath and shoot. Whipping out a little remote, she changed the channel to what was labeled '2'.
clack clack BOOM
One of the explosives she booby trapped the cars with earlier went off, lighting the one car on fire. The enemy broke formation slightly, distracted by the fireworks. Some one should've taught them to keep their eye on the ball. Popping up, Acacia let out a shot hitting one in the shoulder before popping down again to avoid a spray of gun powder.
clack clack BOOM
Another car lit like a match. They all flinched simultaneously, and this time one guy was caught in the explosion. Acacia took the opportunity to move position behind a concrete pillar, trying to spread out so they won't all be taken out by one grenade. "I'm running out of bombs, make every shot count!" she shouted to the others, blind firing from cover. 10 vs 3, she's seen worst odds before.
clack clack BOOM
One of the explosives she booby trapped the cars with earlier went off, lighting the one car on fire. The enemy broke formation slightly, distracted by the fireworks. Some one should've taught them to keep their eye on the ball. Popping up, Acacia let out a shot hitting one in the shoulder before popping down again to avoid a spray of gun powder.
clack clack BOOM
Another car lit like a match. They all flinched simultaneously, and this time one guy was caught in the explosion. Acacia took the opportunity to move position behind a concrete pillar, trying to spread out so they won't all be taken out by one grenade. "I'm running out of bombs, make every shot count!" she shouted to the others, blind firing from cover. 10 vs 3, she's seen worst odds before.
If you guys are still alive, I'll get a post up this week.
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