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| 14 Mar 2013 01:26 PM |
For your convenience,
Name-Jessie Krummel
Age-16
Gender-Male
Personality-He is usually seen as a thinker, he can work his way out of most situations with some thought and action. He also does not have a good sense of humor and is shy, so it's hard to make allies
Description [both physical and clothing. Clothing would be modern day like.]- A notable thing about him is his brown ponytail hairstyle, he also has amber eyes, and pale skin, he is short for his age, and is slender in terms of weight and figure. He often wears a black dirty shirt, frost blue colored jeans, and some black running shoes. He wears a wooden ring on one finger, wears black suspenders, and a birth mark on his chest.
You finger your ring, and quietly make your escape out through the door. There. You can see a teacher, you are safe! You readjust your backpack, slinging it back up. A fifteen meter sprint to the car, and you are in. Your brother takes your backpack, and carefully puts it to the back of the car. You buckle your seat belt, and your mother hits the accelerator and goes. You turn and look at your brother, or rather, your twin. He looks really different compared to you. He wears his hair short, sort of cut into spikes at the back, and spiked up in the front. He has brown eyes, but that was from the contacts. He's also covered in freckles and sort of tan, and is about six feet tall. It was pretty odd that you are so different, but you guess it really doesn't matter much. Your mother is in the front, changing from song to song. A song starts playing on the radio, but it's too distance, and all together too far away for it to matter much, but it was a good song, and it was a fine song playing. Sad, piano melody, and with a tinge of harmonica. "It's nine o'clock on a Saturday, regular crowd shuffles in... there's a man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin..." "He says 'Son, can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes, but it's sweet an-" You hear nothing, as the car suddenly plows into another car. "Sing us a song, your a piano man. We're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feeling alright." It was sort of nightmarish, but you hear it. Slamming right into it, and perhaps it was what you think that it'd be safe, calm, and together all a better place if you slept.
[Sorry for the classic butchery of an amazing song. I couldn't catch all the words.]
Perhaps you figure that you must've awakened from that odd dream, but you don't remember anything. You glance around. An empty saloon, with only a piano playing, all by it's own. Wind slowly raps by the windows, and it was a westerny feel. The only thing which kept you from believing that, was the thing slung around your waist. It was a holster with something which took the look of a ray gun. The song sounds familiar to you, like that one playing on that thing called the 'radio'. There was no words, only the piano, and the soft harmonica playing throughout the wind. Maybe now would be a good time to learn, Jessie. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 01:35 PM |
| No, this is perfectly normal. You just don't know why you don't remember anything here, but recall everything in your dream. You look around. There seems to be a wooden table, with a chair. There is a body of someone there. He has a pool of blood around him, and a glass shard stuck through his head. You recall, no, remember him. You just don't remember anything about him. He seems to be next to a glass of water. And for some reason, you know that the water killed him. Not the shard. No, neither killed him. You are sure of that. Continuing to look around, you see a staircase, and a trail of blood, leading to where you are currently. Feeling around your head, you see indeed that there is a gash in the back of your head. Amnesia, maybe? You don't see anything in particular to use, but there are two door ways on the first floor you could enter, but they seem locked. You could go upstairs, but you have an odd feeling that you don't want to go back there. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 01:38 PM |
| Locked. You knew those cartoony locks on them weren't fake. Looking at them, you think you need two different keys to open them. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 01:41 PM |
| No, no, no, no, NO! You are absolutely freaking refusing to go back up there. You somehow got a gash in the back of your head, and you aren't looking to repeat that. Although you could have fallen, it was sort of unlikely, in your mind at least. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 01:44 PM |
| You glance by the door. It was one of those push doors. You could see the clear blue sky outside through the [somehow olden] window. That must mean it's day. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 01:45 PM |
[Oh gosh, this is starting to get into a bunch of late posts.]
You open the doors, and step outside. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 01:48 PM |
You look around.
There is quite a bit of greenery. Grass, trees, but much of it is sort of... dull you guess? It seems lifeless to you, anyway. There are two other buildings. One was a bank, and the other was a Sheriff's office. The music stops playing, right then. There is the deafening scream of the wind, and it's pretty bad. You probably should head back inside. And for one final note, you look up at the sky.
It's an apocalyptic orange. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 01:51 PM |
You run back inside, and sort of shut the doors as best as you could. Your eyes couldn't help but look at the sky still.
Still orange. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 04:39 PM |
| Still the same buildings, and still the same wind. You hear the wind still in here, and it seems to be increasing... |
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| 14 Mar 2013 04:47 PM |
Nothing happens. The wind seems to be forming noises, maybe even letters. "Alltown. Llentown. Enown. Alleon."
You actually have no clue, your just fancying around. It was getting sort of boring, watching. But then again, the wind keeps picking up, and it's getting to the point where it may bust your ear drums. |
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| 14 Mar 2013 07:11 PM |
| You have your pistol, and something which looks like a regular vial of water labeled 'H'. H for Healing? H for Health? H for Heaven? You don't remember, but it was definitely a 'good' drink of water. |
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