Demonx@Firecracker_ It's just the level of gore I was hoping for!
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STATUS: Coming back from being homeless again and sort of living in a stable situation. 8 yrs ago
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Coming back from being homeless again and sort of living in a stable situation.
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I'm an adult (most of the time) so I enjoy mature content and good stories. Most of the time you'll find me in some Sci Fi thing or another but I do sometimes end up in fantasy roleplays and ,in very rare occasions, slice of life stuff. I've dabbled in other sections of the GUild over the years but Casual Sci Fi seems to be my comfort zone. I'm probably the least intimidating person you'll ever meet and I'm always open to suggestions. I look forward to making some great stories with you all!
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It's a bit of a long winded post but there it is! So everyone should start their first IC post with the events pertaining to their death and then waking up in the living room with everyone else. A few things to note are that anyone trying to use a door or window to get out of the apartment will find that they can't physically touch the door handles or the latches on the windows as if a forcefield is in place keeping you from leaving the apartment. Also, Like in my post, you still feel like you're alive. All five senses work correctly and you'll find that any scars you had have disappeared.
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An unassuming summer day in a quaint little town, that's all it was to Hitomi. Life had been roughly the same for her ever since she took over her foster father's book store. The sign on the front of the building read "Sato Books", not the most imaginative name but it stood out among the others since it was plastered in big red kanji. The store itself was at the end of the second busiest road in town but most people passsed it by. The age of reading books was slowly giving way to the internet where people had access to limitless amounts of information at a single click. As the only book store left in town she still recieved a modest amount of customers each day, although most of those were only interested in the Manga section which had grown to twice it's original size since she introduced it shortly after being given ownership. As the second story was a modest living area with all the essentials Sato Books was also her home. It was rather convenient actually, she only had one set of bills to manage and her morning commute was only a flight of stairs. Hitomi loved this store, it was the only thing left of her family that still remained. She learned a few years ago that both of her biological parents had died in a car accident while on vacation in Osaka. Despite the years of abuse she endured they were still family and so the wounds cut deep.
The day dragged on with only the occasional customer wandering in to pick up an order or browse the latest manga. Some might look at her life as boring but she actually rather enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with slow business, it gave her time to catch up on her own reading. Given that she didn't actually have any friends Hitomi had read just about every book in her store. It was a sad thought actually, but at least she could recommend books for her customers. Reading was her outlet, it let her explore vast new worlds far from the grief and troubles of her mundane existence. She often found herself reading romance novels with heroes braving unimaginable odds in the name of love, sadly she never expected for anything like that to happen to her. Most of the town new about the freak book store owner and only tolerated her because she owned the only bookstore in town. No one ever seemed to take an interest in her and only gave empty gestures of kindness. She was different and she accepted that. Despite her isolation she never gave anyone anything but a feeble smile. After all, it was pointless to make enemies since they already saw her as an outcast.
Later that day she had a pair of customers who lingered in the store for an unusually long time. Hitomi recognized one of them was clearly from out of town. They kept glancing over at her as if trying to discern some kind of secret from here. She decided to let them be and simply wait for them to take their time browsing. No need to cause a stir since they weren't actually doing anything wrong. Eventually they came up to the counter. The one she didn't recognize spoke up first. "This is the one you were talking about right? I can't tell." He was talking to his friend about her but she wasn't sure what he meant. The other spoke. "Yeah this is him, the ladyboy." The words cut like a knife. Did they really have to talk about her while she was right there? They continued among themselves while ignoring her. Hitomi tried her best not to seem upset but her smile was gone. "Pretty hot for a dude. You sure you're not messing with me?" The other retorted. "I'm serious man, she's a he." Hitomi wanted to them to leave but she didn't want to antagonize them. "Uhm... Can I help you find a book?" The newcomer looked at her in surprise. "Holy crap he even sounds like a girl!" After that they both laughed and left the store.
Later that week the two returned but this time they were much more bold. "Hey ladyboy! I bet you like it from behind right?" Hitomi couldn't bring herself to acknowledge them. She just wanted them to go away. "Hey bitch, I asked you a question!" They were getting louder and she wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't go anywhere to get away from them and it was obvious they weren't going anywhere either. Before she could say anything they had gone behind the store counter and pushed her against the wall. "Hey take it easy man." one spoke to the other clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "Shut up you pansy. No one's gonna miss this freak." Her heart skipped a beat. What was this man going to do to her? The saddest part was that she believed him. Would anyone miss her if she disappeared? Her family had all passed away and she had no extended family or siblings. No one at all.
The one pinning her to the wall spoke up. "If you wanna be a girl so bad why don't I show you what it's like to be a real girl?" This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening! She had to get away but how? The other one was starting to play along. "Yeah okay. Let's show her what it's like." Hitomi started to panic and managed to break free but instead of running on to the street where others might have seen her she instinctively ran for her bedroom and tried to lock the door behind her. The two of them were tight behind, however, and forced their way in. "Stay away!" She pleaded but neither of them seemed to care. They pushed her onto the floor and she started grabbing at anything in reach to throw at them. She came across a hard cover book and threw it with all her might at her attackers landing squarely on the closest one's nose. "Oww, you bitch! I was gonna show you a good time but now I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" Without hesitation the closest one swung at her, punching her solidly in the cheek. The punches continued and Hitomi was less and less coherent each time. The entire experience was traumatic. Hitomi simply froze, unable to resist any further. She kept getting weaker and barely let out an apology "I'm sorry." The beating continued and she could feel her face being cut from the sheer force of the blows. The second attacker seemed to have had enough and tried to pull the other off of her. "That's enough man, take it easy!"
They began fighting each other instead until one of them had gotten knocked into a wall. Hitomi was in a lot of pain and bleeding on the floor so she couldn't tell much of what was going on. She heard a loud crash and then her attackers seemed to both stop. "Oh shit man let's get out of here quick!" Hitomi was too weak to get up and look around but she recognized the sound of her smoke detector and soon after the smell of burning wood. She struggled to get up but could only muster enough to look around with her already bloodied vision. She knew what was happening. Somehow the two of them had started a fire in her house, it was starting to get hard to breathe and noticeably hotter. Eventually she could hear the flames roaring around her as she slowly lost consciousness. She knew this was the end. Hitomi lay there half awake and accepted her fate as her world burned down around her.
Somehow sometime later she awoke feeling groggy as if she had simply gone to bed. What was going on? Oh that's right, she died. Did that mean she was in heaven? Looking down at herself her clothes were black charred remnants of what she had been wearing that day. She supposed that, and the fact that she remembers how she died was proof enough that she was dead but then, she didn't feel like a dead spirit. Or did she? Hitomi realized that she was breathing. Do spirits breathe? She touched her face and she felt real enough. She could even tell that she was slightly hungry. Stranger still was the fact that she didn't seem to be in any pain and all of her old scars seemed to have disappeared as well. All of this made her question what was going on. She wasn't sure what to make of it all. She took a moment to absorb her surroundings.
She was situated sitting and leaning against a wall of what appeared to be an unusually sparse apartment living room. There weren't any chairs in the room or any kind of seats for that matter, in fact the only objects of any significance in the room was a large metal crate of some kind about a meter tall and wide situated near the far wall. On top of the odd looking crate sat a Toshiba laptop, it looked like a new model as well. Then there was the fact that she wasn't alone. Scattered about the room were a handful of different people. Two of them were women and looked like foreigners, the other was a man and clearly Japanese. Behind her to her right led to the front door of the apartment, behind her on her left was a door that she could only assume led to the main hall as there were no other doors in the living room area. On the wall to her right she could see two sets of windows that could see out into the city. Although Hitomi couldn't see it from where she was sitting if someone were to look out the window they would see the Tokyo Tower in the distance. Uncertain of what to do Hitomi simply sat up and watched as the others seemed to be waking up as well. Maybe one of them might have some answers about what was going on.
The day dragged on with only the occasional customer wandering in to pick up an order or browse the latest manga. Some might look at her life as boring but she actually rather enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with slow business, it gave her time to catch up on her own reading. Given that she didn't actually have any friends Hitomi had read just about every book in her store. It was a sad thought actually, but at least she could recommend books for her customers. Reading was her outlet, it let her explore vast new worlds far from the grief and troubles of her mundane existence. She often found herself reading romance novels with heroes braving unimaginable odds in the name of love, sadly she never expected for anything like that to happen to her. Most of the town new about the freak book store owner and only tolerated her because she owned the only bookstore in town. No one ever seemed to take an interest in her and only gave empty gestures of kindness. She was different and she accepted that. Despite her isolation she never gave anyone anything but a feeble smile. After all, it was pointless to make enemies since they already saw her as an outcast.
Later that day she had a pair of customers who lingered in the store for an unusually long time. Hitomi recognized one of them was clearly from out of town. They kept glancing over at her as if trying to discern some kind of secret from here. She decided to let them be and simply wait for them to take their time browsing. No need to cause a stir since they weren't actually doing anything wrong. Eventually they came up to the counter. The one she didn't recognize spoke up first. "This is the one you were talking about right? I can't tell." He was talking to his friend about her but she wasn't sure what he meant. The other spoke. "Yeah this is him, the ladyboy." The words cut like a knife. Did they really have to talk about her while she was right there? They continued among themselves while ignoring her. Hitomi tried her best not to seem upset but her smile was gone. "Pretty hot for a dude. You sure you're not messing with me?" The other retorted. "I'm serious man, she's a he." Hitomi wanted to them to leave but she didn't want to antagonize them. "Uhm... Can I help you find a book?" The newcomer looked at her in surprise. "Holy crap he even sounds like a girl!" After that they both laughed and left the store.
Later that week the two returned but this time they were much more bold. "Hey ladyboy! I bet you like it from behind right?" Hitomi couldn't bring herself to acknowledge them. She just wanted them to go away. "Hey bitch, I asked you a question!" They were getting louder and she wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't go anywhere to get away from them and it was obvious they weren't going anywhere either. Before she could say anything they had gone behind the store counter and pushed her against the wall. "Hey take it easy man." one spoke to the other clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "Shut up you pansy. No one's gonna miss this freak." Her heart skipped a beat. What was this man going to do to her? The saddest part was that she believed him. Would anyone miss her if she disappeared? Her family had all passed away and she had no extended family or siblings. No one at all.
The one pinning her to the wall spoke up. "If you wanna be a girl so bad why don't I show you what it's like to be a real girl?" This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening! She had to get away but how? The other one was starting to play along. "Yeah okay. Let's show her what it's like." Hitomi started to panic and managed to break free but instead of running on to the street where others might have seen her she instinctively ran for her bedroom and tried to lock the door behind her. The two of them were tight behind, however, and forced their way in. "Stay away!" She pleaded but neither of them seemed to care. They pushed her onto the floor and she started grabbing at anything in reach to throw at them. She came across a hard cover book and threw it with all her might at her attackers landing squarely on the closest one's nose. "Oww, you bitch! I was gonna show you a good time but now I'm gonna teach you a lesson!" Without hesitation the closest one swung at her, punching her solidly in the cheek. The punches continued and Hitomi was less and less coherent each time. The entire experience was traumatic. Hitomi simply froze, unable to resist any further. She kept getting weaker and barely let out an apology "I'm sorry." The beating continued and she could feel her face being cut from the sheer force of the blows. The second attacker seemed to have had enough and tried to pull the other off of her. "That's enough man, take it easy!"
They began fighting each other instead until one of them had gotten knocked into a wall. Hitomi was in a lot of pain and bleeding on the floor so she couldn't tell much of what was going on. She heard a loud crash and then her attackers seemed to both stop. "Oh shit man let's get out of here quick!" Hitomi was too weak to get up and look around but she recognized the sound of her smoke detector and soon after the smell of burning wood. She struggled to get up but could only muster enough to look around with her already bloodied vision. She knew what was happening. Somehow the two of them had started a fire in her house, it was starting to get hard to breathe and noticeably hotter. Eventually she could hear the flames roaring around her as she slowly lost consciousness. She knew this was the end. Hitomi lay there half awake and accepted her fate as her world burned down around her.
Somehow sometime later she awoke feeling groggy as if she had simply gone to bed. What was going on? Oh that's right, she died. Did that mean she was in heaven? Looking down at herself her clothes were black charred remnants of what she had been wearing that day. She supposed that, and the fact that she remembers how she died was proof enough that she was dead but then, she didn't feel like a dead spirit. Or did she? Hitomi realized that she was breathing. Do spirits breathe? She touched her face and she felt real enough. She could even tell that she was slightly hungry. Stranger still was the fact that she didn't seem to be in any pain and all of her old scars seemed to have disappeared as well. All of this made her question what was going on. She wasn't sure what to make of it all. She took a moment to absorb her surroundings.
She was situated sitting and leaning against a wall of what appeared to be an unusually sparse apartment living room. There weren't any chairs in the room or any kind of seats for that matter, in fact the only objects of any significance in the room was a large metal crate of some kind about a meter tall and wide situated near the far wall. On top of the odd looking crate sat a Toshiba laptop, it looked like a new model as well. Then there was the fact that she wasn't alone. Scattered about the room were a handful of different people. Two of them were women and looked like foreigners, the other was a man and clearly Japanese. Behind her to her right led to the front door of the apartment, behind her on her left was a door that she could only assume led to the main hall as there were no other doors in the living room area. On the wall to her right she could see two sets of windows that could see out into the city. Although Hitomi couldn't see it from where she was sitting if someone were to look out the window they would see the Tokyo Tower in the distance. Uncertain of what to do Hitomi simply sat up and watched as the others seemed to be waking up as well. Maybe one of them might have some answers about what was going on.
Here's the link: http://s4.postimg.org/5zvcohu1p/Takeda.png
Just use the one without the typo please... I replace the original one I posted.
@Firecracker_I did a quick edit of your photo 
It was more of an excuse to be distracted at work for a bit...
Edit: Bcuz typo
It was more of an excuse to be distracted at work for a bit...
Edit: Bcuz typo
I think we've got a good number now but I'm open to a couple more. That being said latecomers will have to wait a bit until our first mission is over before they can join the group. I might have the post up tonight (on my phone at the moment) or I might not who knows. Either way we have enough players to start.
As for photoshop you can use GIMP 2, that's what I use and it's free.
As for photoshop you can use GIMP 2, that's what I use and it's free.
I used to photoshop my pics to death because I could never find anything that fit exactly what I wanted but recently I've gotten lazy about it.
Also, if you want to post an image you can use
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@Kenny1 I never said it was a bad thing, it's just different to what I knew before. Anyway in regards to Arielle; I guess she's not technically a foreigner now and her achievements are more reasonable so I think that's about it. Although, having celebrity status may be a bit of an issue later but we'll see what happens. You are accepted.
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