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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 7, 2010 16:45:11 GMT -5
Ok this is the Forum Fan-Fic. What it is is, every post, somebody posts something relevant to the last post i.e. person 1 posts a paragraph, person 2 then posts the next paragraph. New chapters are whenever the current subject matter is over and done with, unless you want to end a chapter with suspense. Back and forth posting is allowed (exmple.) Paragraph 1 = Something about Guy#1 Paragraph 2 = Something About Guy#2 As long as Paragraph 3 = has something in it relevant to Guy#1 Events and characters can be anyone, turning up anywhere or anything happening at anytime as long as it's not sexual, (Keep that behind closed doors people ), or disagrees with other forum rules. Notes: 1.Try to leave the end of your paragraph with something to start up with for the next person. It's not neccesary, but it can help sometimes, keeping it going. 2.Also when your posting, and it's not part of the story, please try and use OOC parenthesis, example: ((Hey wait a second does that mean I'm dead?)) 3.Read the entire fan fic before you post. Sometimes its strange when stuff contradicts itself. I'll start. Chapter 1: Places Mashuga31 stared up into the stars. His mind was made up, he was going to do something cool. He stood up and looked around. The dark street in front of his house was wet from the recent rain. Without thinking, he began to walk down the street. He turned a couple of corners and kept walking, unsure of where he was going.
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Moon
[AWD:031a]
Normand Briaux
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Post by Norwegian on Mar 7, 2010 17:05:45 GMT -5
He was looking down at the cracks in the sidewalk, completely unaware of his surroundings. Suddently, the sound of a car backfiring woke him up from his trancelike state, and he realized that he was in a neighborhood he hed never seen before. Several of the buildings seemed abandoned, and the neighborhood as a whole looked pretty run down. But one of the buildings were not like the others.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 7, 2010 18:48:33 GMT -5
The strange dilapidated roof hung out out the building in slumped eves. The chipped paint showed that the forlorn building had not been taken care of in a long while. It seemed to be older than all of the others. Mashuga31 was drawn to it, and without thinking walked up to the building and peered into one of it's few dusty windows.
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[AWD:031a]
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Post by Norwegian on Mar 8, 2010 10:52:45 GMT -5
As he had thought, the old house was abandoned. In fact, the only thing that suggested there had ever been people calling it their home was some pieces of broken glass on the floor, an old closet and the charred remains of a shelf in the fireplace. His mind began to wander:
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 8, 2010 21:36:20 GMT -5
The house reminded him of a time maybe not so long ago... As a young boy he liked to explore, go places, and find things. He always went exploring alone, and never got caught. Although he never found anything exciting in his earlier days, he'd always hoped there would be at least one time where he would find something extraordinary. That somehow familiar sensation of hope brought him back to reality. This building was like the many he had seen before in his life: old, decrepit, and... intriguing. His eyes turned from the window and to the old, boarded up door.
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[AWD:031a]
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Post by Norwegian on Mar 9, 2010 4:02:15 GMT -5
Even from here he could see that trying to enter through the door would be useless. Even if he managed to pull of all the boards, the door was probably locked. He checked the windows. They were locked as well. Mashuga looked around. Not a soul in sight. No one would care it if he just broke one of the windows, would they?
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 9, 2010 22:46:07 GMT -5
He knew that he couldn't just smash the window with his fist. The glass would cut him too deep. He looked around to rotting porch he was standing on for a rock or something large. His gaze landed across the street, where he saw a stack of bricks. He quickly jogged across the small to the big pile. Brick in hand, he raced across the street when something in one of the smaller second story windows caught his eye.
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Post by Ryan on Mar 9, 2010 23:30:21 GMT -5
Neil sat in the room like he had for years. How many years had it been? He couldn't remember. Every night he would light a candle, and sit in his antique rocking chair. As he sat he thought back upon his life, the war, the invasion, the robbery. He remembered watching them kill his family one by one, daughter, wife, and that last shot. He would never forget that last shot.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 9, 2010 23:46:17 GMT -5
With every rock of his chair, it played again in his mind. He remembered how the man had turned to him, a certain lust for blood in his eyes. The man's breath puffed out in small clouds as the cold air surrounded him those many years ago. Neil could rememeber how the the tall man's dark eyes seemed to spot him through the pitch black of the room. He could remember how he had closed his eyes for what was about to come. How he had felt when he heard the devastating crack of gunfire he had heard so many times before. But after that... After the ruckus and after he had opened his eyes to find the gunman dead on the floor. After going over the hundreds of thoughts racing through his mind and after he was standing on both feet, Neil remembered how regretful he was. He regretted that the man hadn't shot him, and he regretted being saved. After that day and ever since then he had next to nothing to live for... Neil awoke from his memories and noticed that the candle was already halfway melted. He got up to stretch and walked to the window, almost drifting back into his memories when he noticed someone standing in the small street below.
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Post by Ryan on Mar 9, 2010 23:53:24 GMT -5
Mashuga31 stared back up at the man. Though it only lasted moments, he felt that they had been staring at each other for hours. After a few moments, he realized he still had the brick in his hand. Realizing that he must look exceptionally guilty and mischievous, he decided he would drop the brick and run.
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Post by Norwegian on Mar 10, 2010 7:39:34 GMT -5
The boy appeared to be holding something in his right hand. Neil could not make out what it was, but it seemed heavy enough to do some real damage to the house if thrown with enough force. The boy stood motionless for a few seconds staring back up at Neil. Suddenly he dropped the object, and started running down the street. Neil opened the window. "HEY YOU! COME BACK HERE!"
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Post by Ryan on Mar 11, 2010 1:14:25 GMT -5
Neil jumped out the window onto an awning and then down onto the street and ran after the boy. Neil was fast, faster than he remembered, and within seconds he was upon the young kid. "What were you doin' boy?" he asked.
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Post by nickgreyden on Mar 13, 2010 2:31:33 GMT -5
Mashuga stood frozen in place, unable to speak. His tongue was thick and his mouth dry. He stared at the old man in confusion and in fear. The man was an older gentleman with lifeless white hair that whipped around in the breeze and yet the wrinkled hand that held Mashuga in a firm grasp was pale with purple veins easily seen just below the skin. However, this man had somehow caught up to the much younger Mashuga without breaking a sweat or even breathing hard. His eyes where pools of the deepest black and his white eyebrows were knitted together in anger. He shook the so-called explorer roughly and repeated his question again. This time with more force. "I said, WHAT ARE YA DOIN BOY?"
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 13, 2010 20:30:31 GMT -5
His eyes stared into Mashuga's with a burning rage. The boy winced as Neil's grip hardened. "I- I-" Mashuga found himself unable to speak, and suddenly the old man's firm hand released him, letting his arm fall limp. Calming down, Neil stared at Mashuga with an uncertain recognition, almost as if he were looking at himself. When the tension had almost disappeared, Mashuga spoke.
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Post by nickgreyden on Mar 14, 2010 2:52:59 GMT -5
"I ... I'm sorry, sir", Mashuga began, "I've was just out wondering around, thinking, and when I looked up I saw your home and something about it intrigued me. I was looking for a way to..." Mashuga trailed off and felt his cheeks burning as he dropped his head. "To break into MY house." Neil finished for him. Mashuga could only manage a weak nod. A grunt made of half a laugh and half a snort, came from the old man's throat, then, after a few seconds, a lengthy sigh. "Well you could have just knocked you damned fool! If it means that much to ya, come on then." Without waiting for a reply Neil grabbed the young trespasser by the arm and started down the street back toward his home.
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Post by Ryan on Mar 14, 2010 15:50:44 GMT -5
Mashuga thought to himself. What on earth is up with this man, first he catches up with me without breaking a sweat. He must be at least 60 years old. And now he's inviting me, no, forcing me into his house? You'd think he'd be mad at me or be calling the police or something. Regardless of his thoughts, his curiosity only heightened as the old man dragged him along.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 14, 2010 22:33:42 GMT -5
The old man reached for the doorknob, and pulled hard, tearing the rotten boards from their nails. Inside the house was dark. Mashuga looked up at the ceiling to find that there wasn't a bulb in it's light socket. Neil gently ushered him inside and closed the door. Without the dirt and grime of the window, he could see more clearly. The wallpaper was torn and coming off, and one of the bottoms steps of the staircase was smashed in. He no longer felt shame for thinking the house was abandoned, but he did have his worries about the old man's well being. Mashuga turned to study the mantle of the fireplace in order to take his mind off of a smell he couldn't quite distinguish.
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Post by Benyamin on Mar 15, 2010 0:21:30 GMT -5
It was strong and sour. It smelled like fire and yet... not like fire. Something about it made him want to run. It ignited an ancient animal instinct that sensed danger was near. He took his mind off of the smell and asked the old man a question. "What's that?", he said, pointing to a painting above the fireplace.
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Post by Ryan on Mar 15, 2010 17:39:03 GMT -5
The painting looked as though it had been hanging there for centuries. The subject was a Victorian couple. The woman was seated, the man stood behind her. She was young and wore a frilly pink dress while the man was slightly older in a suit. The man in the picture very closely resembled the old man whose house this was.
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Post by mashuga31 on Mar 15, 2010 22:35:46 GMT -5
Neil looked over at the painting Mashuga had gestured towards. Though he had looked upon it many times before, it still struck him with an all too familiar sense of pain and loss. "That, my dear boy is a story for another time," he said in a depressed tone. "Now where are my manners? Would you like some coffee? I Don't have any sweetener but..." His voice trailed off as his thought drifted back to the woman in the painting.
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