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Post by ADMIN ACCOUNT on Jun 30, 2010 22:59:41 GMT -6
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Post by →izzehkins← on Jul 1, 2010 2:51:52 GMT -6
haha, this is set in the Hater universe, by David Moody. warning: major gore. i may write a part two from an Unchanged point of view in a different situation, also with a WS charrie. -coughcough-aras-coughcough- I set this in the evacuation in Everything and Nothing, a short story between Hater and Dog Blood. spoilers - don't read if you plan on reading the book. xP the part two of the story will have to suffice for part two of the contest, because i can't draw and refuse to humiliate myself by trying to draw hater!hai.
okay, so what's going on in this is that about a third of the population has gone a little nuts and are intent on killing everyone who isn't like them. The ones who have changed are Haters, the ones who haven't are Unchanged. Haters consider Unchanged to be inferior to themselves and can tell when someone is Unchanged or Hater by looking at them; Unchanged think Haters are crazy and can't tell a Hater from Unchanged without...well, being attacked. At the point in which this is set, the change is pretty much over and people are either Unchanged or Hater. Haters have been mostly living in the wild, food is getting scarce because no one is producing any, and clean water is harder to find. The Unchanged military has pulled all the citizens into the cities, where they're living in refugee camps that are far too cramped for the amount of people in them. They're evacuating the people they find in outlying towns, as well as gathering any food they can find. Hopefully you can gather the rest from the story as well as a lot of what i just said.
ps: you loved that fic, locu, admit it.
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If there were people in the streets, no one would have looked twice at the small town. As it was, though, it was eerie – houses such as these were not meant to be abandoned, cars not meant to be left where they were. The window on one house was smashed, and violence was evident in the smear of blood down the window. It looked like the scene of a horror movie, and that description might even be accurate; horror was certainly an apt description. What else would you feel when a third of the world went mad and killed everyone in sight?
A dark haired woman made her way down the street, but even she added to the feeling that nothing was right in this town. It might not even be that her waist-length hair was snarled in countless knots, or that she clearly hadn’t slept anywhere a human would normally sleep in weeks. The strangest thing about her was the fact that everything about her screamed feral; that her eyes scanned every corner of the street, hunger and the bloodlust of a predator clear for all to see.
Hai’s head snapped up, eyes immediately locking on the one thing in the sky – a military helicopter. There was no reason the military should be here – she hadn’t seen another Hater outside of battle in weeks, but last she’d heard, they had enough to deal with trying to keep a massive amount of Unchanged alive and relatively healthy with a very, very small amount of space, food, and water. Oh, yes, they’d mentioned that too – that the military was evacuating Unchanged in places like this, or gathering supplies – the reason for the last fight she’d been in. And, as everyone knew, they were also baiting the Haters – the Unchanged were as willing as the Haters to sacrifice one of their own to bring down one of the enemy. But if they were here, there were Unchanged to kill, and that was what had brought her here in the first place – looking for another fight. She pushed through the hedge on the side of the road, loping towards the buildings where the helicopter was landing, taking note of the people around her – more Haters as intent on the kill as she was – making their way in the same direction. In the beginning of the change, there had been Unchanged everywhere to kill; if you were looking for a fight you could kill dozens in a single day. Now fights were few and far between; with the military prepared for them, the only real time you could find a fight was if they came out of their little refugee camp. And it looked like they had, because here they were.
She covered ground fast, heading for the soldiers climbing the low rooftops in an effort to defend themselves. Pathetic Unchanged – incapable of striking a winning blow from close range where the Haters could fight back. Gunfire rang out, and Hai saw a few Haters go down, some continuing to try and reach the enemy before their bodies gave out. Others kept moving, wounded or not, some jumping the bodies to reach the soldiers. The crowd was growing think, the air heavy with the desire to kill. Most of the Haters had been drifting, looking for a fight – this was it. That she could taste the murderous intentions in the air only heightened the heady exhilaration she was feeling herself at the prospect of killing a few more Unchanged.
Soldiers burst through the doors, firing into the crowd. Haters crumpled as their bodies were riddled with bullets; dumbasses couldn’t even aim before shooting. The ones on the rooftops were more careful, taking out people in the crowd with sniper shots. Hai could see one big man rushing at the soldiers, refusing to go down even as bullets flew around him, several of them hitting him. He ignored them until he went down before the door, and Hai jumped his body as it hit the ground, lunging for a gunman and taking him to the ground with her. She seized his wrist, smashing it against the ground until he let go of his weapon, before planting her hands on his chin and head and brutally twisting it until a sickening snap was heard, and then dropping the lifeless body to the ground and attacking another. Behind her, the Haters that had attacked with her either brutally killed their opponents – some with knives, some with guns, some with homemade weapons or even with their bare hands – or raced through the door into the building. Abandoning the body of her second victim, Hai could hear gunshots going off in the building – the soldiers were apparently fighting back. She dove through the door, leaving the others to finish the other gunmen, and took cover behind the others, seeing plenty fall under the gunfire from the soldiers herding the civilians out. But more and more Haters flooded the building, crazed with killing, and even as they took some down, more would take their place, intent on killing or dying trying. Hai charged after the herd of Unchanged, other Haters doing the same in front of and behind her, all of them jumping, stepping on, and tripping on the bodies of the fallen, both dead and alive, both Hater and Unchanged. The lead runners headed out the door – Hai among them – and charged after the crowd.
The helicopter started to drop down, a heavy door opening and releasing more troops, trying to fend off the Haters bearing down on the herd of terrified Unchanged. But most of the herd was still in front of them, and they couldn’t take direct aim. Hai could hear the labored panting of the runners around her; her own lungs and legs were burning, but no one wanted to stop now. Not when the Unchanged were so close and there were so many to kill, more than anyone had seen in days or weeks. She charged past the groups of her own kind taking down one Unchanged, leaping on the back of another and taking him down. Others seized on him as well, and as a group they killed him, before an explosion blew all of them back and on the ground. Hai tried to regain her breathe, curling up and covering her head to keep from being severely injured by the fighters once again up and running. Another explosion rocked the battleground as she tried to get up, and once again she was knocked off balance. A man with a rocket-launcher – so that was where the explosions were coming from. A group of Haters took him down as he reloaded, and Hai took the opportunity to leap to her feet and race alongside the other Haters, intent on killing as many as possible.
The fighting continued, grenades and bullets from the helicopter taking out many Haters and probably a lot of civilians too. The survivors kept on fighting, taking down stragglers, and the helicopter door starts to close and rise off the ground. Hai, finishing off another civilian, could see a few civilians leaping for the door – and some Haters as well. She leaped after them, throwing herself towards the door, and like others of her kind, catching the edge and hauling herself up into the helicopter. She was followed by a few more before the doors shut completely, closing off all sound from the outside. But inside there was plenty of noise; the screams of civilians and the guns of soldiers. But the guns were useless in the dark, cramped quarters, easily taking out soldiers and civilians along with the Haters the bullets were meant for. The ascension of the helicopter ceased, the engine getting louder – too many people? All the better. More to kill. Hai grabbed one soldier, wrenching his gun out of his hand and killing him with it, before turning on a woman and bludgeoning her.
Suddenly, the helicopter dropped down and bounced back up off the ground, throwing everyone inside to the ground. Someone started to force the door open, and panicked Unchanged threw themselves out, trying to get away from the Haters on board. Not that it did any good – more waited on the ground. The helicopter lurched higher, hanging at an awkward angle, and more people threw themselves out the now fully open door or fell. Hai clung to the side of the interior, fighting her way to the cockpit and the pilots to kill them, and she was not alone. The helicopter brushes something as it rises still.
One Hater reached one of the pilots, ripping him out of his seat and flinging him across the helicopter, where his body smashed against the wall. More Haters fell on him as he tried to rise, and the group of them ripped him apart. Hai reached the other pilot, grabbing his hair and smashing his head against the dash with a sickening thud. He went limp, unconscious but not dead. She smashed his head again and again, blood splattering the windshield and everything in the cabin – and then the helicopter lurched again, turning until it seemed to be lying on its side in the air. Hai fell against the side, the dead pilot sagging in his seat. And then the helicopter started to fall. Hai laughed as it did, high on killing and the scent of blood.
And then the helicopter hit the ground, and everything inside disappeared into the flames. |
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Post by →izzehkins← on Jul 1, 2010 2:59:46 GMT -6
lmao. this sucks. in my defense i wrote it at one in the morning. in any case, i couldn't help stealing that pickup line and the offer. cause i lav it. c: don't eat me i'm too cute :3 also, i can't write ofelia or monroe sober, let alone when they're drunk; i also didn't know what kind of drunk aras would be. (let's pretend that monroe is not most likely a sullen bitchy drunk, kay?)
[[i'll write another one, probably, because this one sucks so bad. but should i not get around to it, consider this my entry :3]]
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Aras, if he had been thinking straight at the moment, probably would have been regretting getting this drunk. Not only because being drunk generally impaired most important parts of your brain and that was usually a bad thing, but because Ofelia was with him and laughing loudly at him right now, and if Ofelia found him amusing it could also be a bad thing. Fuck, Aras wasn’t even sure how he had ended up so drunk – not that he was sure of anything at the moment – just that Ofelia had handed him something, he’d ended up drinking it, and she’d given him more. Not that it was her fault – he’d been the one who drank it, after all.
Right now, she was laughing at something that he couldn’t remember. She was inebriated as well; possibly as much as he was or more. Usually, if he set foot in a bar it was because she’d recruited him to make sure she didn’t do something dumb; this time, he’d wound up drunk.
“Aras,” she said, still chuckling at the thing-that-escaped-Aras’-memory, “I wish I was your first derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves. Is that the best pick-up line or what?” And giggled again.
Aras frowned. “What does that even mean?” he asked, words slightly slurred. Okay, his alcohol tolerance was not that great. Maybe he shouldn’t have done this…though he didn’t feel that bad right now. Actually, he felt better than he usually did.
Ofelia smirked. “I bet anyone in here wouldn’t know it either,” she told him. “I’ll give you ten bucks to go up to that guy right there” – she pointed to him; some random guy smoking and drinking at the bar – “and say it. Right now. Go.”
“Ofeliaaaaa,” Aras said, in a slightly whiny manner and with a laugh – both of which were most likely the alcohol talking…and laughing – “I am not gay. Why do you even want me to do that?”
“Because we’re both drunk and it would make my week. Fifteen bucks.”
“He doesn’t even have curves,” Aras complained in return.
“What, you want a guy with curves? Go on, say it. Twenty bucks. He probably won’t even remember it in the morning if he’s drunk. And if it works I’ll give you an extra five.”
Aras thought about it – really, really hard, if the look on his face was any indication of the amount of effort involved – before sighing. “Okayyyyy, but you owe me twenty bucks.”
“Ha!” Ofelia laughed, getting up, grabbing him by the shirtsleeve, and dragging him over to the man. Stopping next to him, she announced, “My friend here has something he wants to say to you, mister.” And she backed away, with an elbow in his ribs.
“Ow! Ofelia, sto-OW! Okay! Jeez!” He turned back to the man, taking a deep breath as though preparing for a marathon. “I wish I was your second derive” – “First, you idiot, first!” – “Oh, oh sorry, first derivative so I could lie tangent to your curves,” he recited, before giving a lopsided, drunken grin.
Monroe watched the pair with some amusement when the woman announced that her friend had something to say – he too was severely inebriated, or he probably would have found it annoying – and waited for what it was going to be. Not that he seemed destined to ever find out since the guy wouldn’t stop complaining. But then he turned back around from talking to her, took a deep breath, and recited some pick up line clearly thought up by someone very smart. Monroe himself had no idea what the hell it meant, but he did find it amusing. Like, really amusing. Amusing enough that he replied, “Okay!” – which didn’t actually make sense because it wasn’t even a question and he didn’t even have curves – and pulled the guy in for a smooch right on the lips, cigarette and all – which made even less sense, and if he was sober he would have been grateful he was never going to remember this in the morning.
Aras would have been thinking the same thing if he were sober; however, he wasn’t, and he wasn’t actually thinking much about the kiss at all. Behind him, Ofelia was laughing hysterically; out of the corner of his eye he could see her leaning on the bar for support. He himself kissed back, in between wondering why the guy still had his cigarette in his mouth. Oh well.
Finally, he pulled away, turning towards Ofelia, who by now was pounding the bar laughing and was accompanied by anyone who’d actually seen and a lot of people who’d heard about it, with a huge, sloppy grin on his face. “Ha. You owe me twenty five bucks,” he told her triumphantly. |
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Post by →izzehkins← on Jul 3, 2010 22:05:14 GMT -6
so. this is part two of the hater story. set back when no one knew what was going on and people were panicking and the Haters were just dubbed that by the media. and i decided to have aras and co as grad students like in otto's awesome career entry.
just a note: this. sucks. so. bad. but it took long enough to right so i put it up.
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“A police officer opened fire on a crowd today. His motivations are unknown; however, fellow officers managed to end his killing spree…”
“Aurelia, why is the T.V even on? Neither of us are watching it.”
“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m listening.”
Aras sighed, not looking up from his textbook. “It’s the same thing as any other day anyway. Are they still calling it random copycat violence?”
“Yeah, but I dunno why they think we’re gonna believe that a police officer got bored and decided to be cool and shoot people.”
The door banged open and a very tall man carrying two boxes of pizza and a backpack strode in, proclaiming, “Okay, enough of the studying, we brought pizza and root beer and we are going to have fun whether you like it or not, Ara-oh, hit Aurelia! You can have some too!”
A woman followed him in, carrying the soda and plastic cups. “Really? Is this your idea of a fun date? Studying and watching the news.” She shook her head. “We should have brought alcohol instead.”
“Hey Ofelia, Reyes. Knocking is always nice, you know. Since it’s my dorm and all,” Aras greeted them, still studying. It was most likely a failed endevour – Reyes and Ofelia were both determined and remarkably annoying when they weren’t getting what they wanted – but a guy could try, right?
“Aurelia was already here!” Reyes protested, plopping himself and his pizza down on the bed and opening the top box, turning it towards Aras as though trying to entice him. “C’mon, Aras, doesn’t it smell good?” Yep, trying to entice him.
“What’s the bottom one? Triple servings of garlic?” Aurelia asked warily.
“Close,” Ofelia replied, marching over and snatching the book away from Aras, decisively slamming it shut. “Half cheese, half anchovies, peppers, and garlic. He insisted. He also brought skittles, not sure if those are for the pizza or dessert.”
Reyes flopped back on the pillows, prompting a protest from Aras – “Reyes! You are getting grease on my bed!” – and flipped the channels. “The news?” He complained. “Depressing. We should watch a movie!”
Ofelia opened the backpack, pulling out a bags of skittles and other candy. “His idea,” she explained.
“So, how do you two not weigh six hundred pounds?” Aras asked dryly.
And then someone screamed.
The four of them froze, eyes turning towards the door in unison, before Aras stood up and walked over to the door, opening it and peering outside. “Oh God,” he said, at the same time something thumped against something else, his eyes wide with horror, before leaving the doorway, presumably headed towards whatever was happening.
The others raced after him with varying degrees of speed, but they all saw what was happening in the hallway – the two girls a few dorms away were in the hallway. One was bleeding from a small cut on her cheek, face bruised, looking up at the other girl with terror in her eyes. The other held a book. There was only one second of confusion; it was clear enough what was happening when one of the girls raised her book high above her head, eyes fixed on the one on the ground.
“No please don’t-,” the other screamed, begging –and then the book smashed down on her upturned face and she was silenced, eyes dazed and forehead bleeding. And she hit her again. And again.
Her speed was surprising; she got in plenty of blows before Aras got there, trying to get close enough to pull the attacker off her victim. Ofelia and Aurelia lunged after him as he lunged in, only managing to get one hand on the girl’s arm before she broke free, raising her book again. Her eyes were wide, shifting between the four people with something closer to fear than hate.
She lunged at the nearest of her opponents – Aras – and he only just managed to avoid a full on blow to the face. As it was it clipped his jaw and he staggered, open to attack – and the girl looked like she was going to take advantage of it. Ofelia moved in fast, grabbing for the book as Aurelia caught her other arm. Aras, recovered, took advantage of her distraction to grab her other arm, and he and Aurelia together managed to force her under control. She fought and screamed, alternately telling them to get away and begging for help. What she needed help from wasn’t obvious, but her howls were beginning to draw others.
It didn’t take long for any one person to take in the scene – Aras, Ofelia, and Aurelia all fighting the girl to keep her from attacking, and Reyes kneeling by her now unconscious and bleeding victim. And it was clear what had happened. People flooded out of their dorms from both behind and in front of all of them, until they were surrounded.
It all happened very fast from there – someone Aras couldn’t see shrieked “Fucking Hater!” at the same time someone’s fist smashed into the girl’s face. Her head snapped back, striking Aras square on the chin, and shocked, he let go. She managed to fight her way free of Aurelia and Ofelia and turned to run.
She only made it a few strides before the crowd dragged her to the ground.
Aras stared in shock as they carried out their attack – punches and kicks from every one of them struck the girl with brutal force. He started towards them, not sure what to do –and Ofelia stopped him.
“Don’t,” she said, pulling him back. “We can’t help; you know that.”
“They’ll kill her,” he replied, still shocked by the violence of the crowd.
“So? She’s a Hater. You want to end up like her?”
Ofelia’s argument made sense – maybe cold, but it was true. Aras turned back towards Reyes and the original victim, turning away from the glances the shifting crowd offered of their twitching, dying victim. |
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Post by Flo! on Jul 15, 2010 17:24:03 GMT -6
Okay, crackfic entry, cos that's what I specialize in. Also, this is a very belated birthday present for the very awesome, very kickass Otto! I tried to mention everybody that came to mind here, so yay!
“Okay, let me get this straight.” Aras said as Reyes happily plopped a colourful, sparkly birthday cone hat on his head. He was also holding one of those colourful little boxes that usually held a present; shoved into his hands by Reyes, of course. “We are sneaking into your basement to surprise—“
“Shush,” The much taller man immediately quieted him, though the grin never left his face. “You don’t wanna let her know.” Well, at the octave he was speaking in, the whole neighbourhood might as well have known. The much taller man had this thing with speaking louder then absolutely necessary, especially when it was extremely important to keep quiet.
“But she’s—“
“No!” Reyes quickly silenced him with one of those pecks on the lips that Aras sincerely wished would stop. Fine, fine, he would stop if that meant Reyes would stop kissing him. Of course, those would never really stop, even if Aurelia was around. He remembered that one time he was just chilling with Aurelia at a café and Reyes called her. Once she explained that she was with Aras at the moment, Reyes asked to talk to him. Aras immediately started shaking his head; no, he did not want to hear Reyes and his overzealous blabbering for another half hour. Aurelia told Reyes that he was busy, so he just brushed it off and told her to put him on speaker. Yes, Aras should’ve seen it coming from a mile away, but he agreed anyways.
Reyes admitted, loud and proud, that he had this major crush on him since forever. In the middle of a café. Over speaker on Aurelia’s phone. And he used his name too. Yes, Aras felt like he could just bury himself under a rock and never come back out just then. Aurelia seemed a bit shell-shocked then too, because she didn’t immediately snap the phone shut. Five minutes later, Reyes finally ended the conversation with; “I think Hotpants wants her walk now, I’ll talk to you guys later! Still love you Aras!” and then hung up. Long story short, the whole café now knew that Reyes had a crush on one Mr. Aras Duval and wanted to have his babies.
Aras shuttered at that memory as Reyes grabbed his wrist and began to drag him downstairs into his basement. The other man was giggling like a madman, and he had told Aras to be quiet. Jeez, he didn’t exactly understand what all the fuss was about. Either way, he held the little box and as soon as this was over, he would be tearing that little cone off his head too. He knew for a fact that Aurelia was probably down in that basement too, along with a plethora of their friends and random people Reyes pulled off the street.
What was all the commotion? It was only a birthday party for a—
“Quick, get down!” Reyes practically shrieked in his ear and rather literally threw him into the basement, landing him right behind the couch and on top of a pile of other people, who were either equally or more so confused then he was. Among those people were, of course, Aurelia. She lived here, so that was a given. He was surprised to see a rather irritated Ofelia in the pile as well; she must’ve been dragged over by somebody else who didn’t want to go through this alone. Reyes was terrified of the small Asian woman, after all, even if he towered over her and was probably several hundred pounds of muscle heavier.
The others in the heap included… Caleb and Lucifer too. What? Why? Weren’t they dead? He didn’t get much time to think about that, as Monroe jabbed him in the ribs and told him to move the hell over, cigarette stub gnashed between his teeth. He looked nearly as pissed as Ofelia was. Ian was practically draped over them all, telling them that this wasn’t so bad; it was just a little party. Roi, little storm cloud perpetually suspended above his head, brooding at the edge of the mass. Erin, much like Ofelia, looked rather irate as she shoved Amalthea aside to make more room for herself. In the dark, Aras could vaguely make out the shape of Diavolina, Shark and Yeyo; the drop-dead gorgeous triplets. Near the edge, closest to the back, was the telltale floating sentient minifridge on a cloud of scribbles and her usual huddle of followers, including Avah, Izzeh, Seiren, Rowan, Narci, HL and Sage, among others. The fridge’s name was Locuadmin, apparently. The minifridge sometimes chilled at Reyes’ house with her loyal followers. What had Reyes done to attract a floating sentient minifridge, Aras had no idea. There were others here as well, but he didn’t get time to identify them all. All he knew was that they were all wearing party hats too.
“Okay! You guys ready!?” Reyes practically jumped on top of them all, and there was a dull, cheerless “Yeah, okay.” And various other remarks in reply.
All the sudden, the lights blinded them all and everybody came tumbling out from behind the couch. Cries of surprise and a few “Happy Birthday!”s were heard, but in reality, Aras just wanted to get out from under the pile of people before he died of asphyxiation. It’s not like he already got enough of that from Reyes himself and sometimes Aurelia, especially around when they first met. It was at a bar, but neither was drunk, and that was saying something.
The birthday girl seemed a bit less then impressed. Then again, she always seemed unimpressed unless it involved puppies.
Angela the black tip shark continued to swim her circles in the tank, accompanied by Irene the Caribbean reef squid and Flo the purple striped jellyfish. They all had birthday hats on as well. How Reyes managed to get birthday hats on a shark, a squid and a jellyfish was beyond him. Reyes was magic; that was why. Well, it was Angela’s birthday and everybody had either been invited or forcibly dragged into the man’s basement to celebrate it.
So yeah, there was cake that Reyes apparently baked but was way too normal to have come out of his kitchen and presents that mostly contained raw chunks of meat from questionable sources and plenty of balloons that Gobshite the boston terrier thing seemed to be afraid of. The basement was packed with people now that they were not forcibly stuffed behind a couch.
Angela, on the other hand, didn’t seem too impressed by all the crazy humans and their shenanigans. At one point, she even called upon Irene and Flo, party hats still on all their heads, and huddled at the back corner of their tank, throwing occasional glances over their various appendages at the cluster of homo sapiens. Aurelia speculated that the three were plotting the demise of all the people in the room right before she went out to have another smoke. He was actually going to follow her out, using it as an excuse to get out of the stuffed basement and Gobshite’s constant barking that sounded strangely as if he was going “DERP DERP DERP.”, when Reyes grabbed him, shoved some cake in his mouth and told him to go back to the party.
If anybody wished to know, the cake tasted like peaches.
At the end of the night, everybody got to throw the raw chunks of meat into the tanks from the gift boxes. Ofelia and Diavolina seemed to take a particular delight in the throwing, but most of the others just frowned heavily in disgust at the notion. Well, at least the various aquatic creatures seemed to like the food seeming to fall from the sky.
“Okay guys, last present!” Reyes brought out a rather large box with holes punched in the top. “This one’s from everybody!” As curious glances were exchanged, Aras had to wonder when the hell he chipped in to buy Angela anything. Well, he didn’t, and looking at everybody else’s expressions, they must’ve been thinking the same thing. Reyes took off the lid and out popped… A puppy. A little yellow lab puppy.
Angela, Irene and Flo immediately swam or blobbed up to the front of the tank, smacked their faces into the glass and stared at the adorable little puppy. Well, he didn’t know if Flo was staring or not since she didn’t have eyes, but she seemed to be.
After the final present was opened, everybody made a hasty retreat out the door. Party was over, basement was a bit of a mess, but nobody got too drunk nor did they die, so it was a-ok. There had been a few scares when Diavolina pulled her gun on a few people, or somebody got way, way too close to Aurelia’s tastes and she drew her machete, but nothing way too serious. Reyes sort of just kicked everything into the storage closet and said he’d clean it later.
Aras was the last guest to leave, as always, because for some morbid reason or another, he always stayed behind. As he bid the last guest, Hai-the-one-who-hated-his-guts, farewell, she nearly took his ear off with a knife. Bye to you too. He closed the door and turned to lean on it, breathing a sigh of relief. The relief was short lived, however, once he got a quick reminder that he was in Reyes’ house. What met his eyes made him wonder if Reyes put something in that peach cake of his.
The lab puppy, along with Angela, Irene and Flo, were supposed to still be in the basement. Instead, they were now floating through the air. There was a shark, a squid, a jellyfish and a puppy floating through the air, swimming along as if they were still in water or puttering about. Gobshite came floating up from the basement—upside down, but still floating and drooling all over everything from above.
“Aurelia!” Said woman poked her head out from the kitchen, looking mildly irritated with the noise after the party. “Aurelia, the animals are freaking flying!”
Aurelia glared at him for a few moments longer before coming out of the kitchen, book in hand, and sitting herself down on the couch. She completely ignored the various animals floating just above her head. Cracking the book open, she took a glance at him before saying; “Lovie, I learned not to ask a long time ago.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OTTO! |
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Post by Otto on Jul 16, 2010 13:09:17 GMT -6
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Post by Seiren on Jul 20, 2010 14:08:13 GMT -6
HERES YOUR BIRTHDAY CARD:
GO AHEAD. OPEN IT.....DO YOU LIKE IT?
YES I REALISE I WROTE ON THE BACK. IM AWESOME LIKE THAT. I DREW A UNICORN ON IT. CAUSE YOU KNOW. UNICORNS ARE LIKE. COOL AND SHIT. OH SHIT I FORGOT ITS HORN. OH WELL. ITS JUST A FAT HORSE. THEY ARE COOL TOO! :'D
..WHAT? PRESENT? OH UM...HERE.
...GO AHEAD. OPEN IT. ^^
TAA DAA. AN EMPTY BOX. JUST WHAT YOU ALWAYS WANTED, RIGHT?
WHAT? YOU WANT A REAL PRESENT? EFF YO YOUR JUST THE INTERNET. YOU DONT NEED PRESENTS. I MEAN. I LOVE YOU. NOW GO TO HELL. <3 |
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Post by Otto on Jul 20, 2010 18:23:28 GMT -6
Crossover contest. Because I have been watching (too much) Avatar: the Last Airbender recently, and because I realized that the Duval siblings' personalities rather fit with the four elements. And because the top right corner was looking lonely, I stuck Electra in there too. Since no-one actually looks they way he/she is supposed to in this drawing, I will name them: Lyall and Electra = fire, Aras = wind, Eneas = water, and Sonia = earth.  Larger here.Also, I'm going to stretch the board here, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY WS.  It has the WS staple on it: the kickass girl. oh yeah and a shifter too |
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Post by →izzehkins← on Jul 22, 2010 17:25:33 GMT -6
hater crossover. it took me about a minute. i DARE you to say you can't enter, or that you suck. sorry for stretching the page. it's from the hater universe, of course.  |
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Post by AvatarFreak on Jul 27, 2010 15:38:02 GMT -6
I ENTERED. It's shit but I entered so no complaints, Locu. Now here's you pile of flaming cr@p because you asked for it! Hopefully I'll have the art part up soon. >___> Early morning, and whispers about squad three’s new captain were running fast and furious through the Seireitei. Who was it, where were they, and why were they chosen. The most frantic of the soul reapers were the members of squad three. Who would be leading them now? Surely it was someone trustworthy. It had to be someone strong enough to take the role. A soul reaper who was charismatic and wise…
“ROSEWOOD!” Lieutenant Kira yelled pounding on the woman’s door. “GET! OUT! HERE! People are waiting on you!” The only thing his yelling accomplished was causing himself more frustration. With a final push, the lieutenants busted down the door. Inside, was the reason they had not answered. Ian hadn’t even been in the room! Letting go of his pent up frustration Kira yelled out Ian’s name.
Not too far away, Ian heard the shout of her name in the unmistakable voice of the lieutenant. She let out a sigh and headed toward him. By the time he was done ranting and yelling Ian was there, hand on shoulder, and a passive look on her face. “What seems to be the problem?” She asked as if she didn’t know. Kira knew that she was just bluffing and was about to criticize her before he took a good look at the woman. She was fully clad in the captain’s coat and held a calm cool smile on her face much like many respectable captains did. “They’re waiting for me aren’t they?” Ian said with a sigh. She had no idea what to expect. Being a new captain and all. Kira shook his head and Ian made a gesture for him to come follow her. Time to go face it.
Edit: Crossover is IanxBleach |
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Post by AvatarFreak on Jul 27, 2010 18:30:24 GMT -6
*sigh* My last one was pretty bad, so I decided to do another one... still feeling really lazy but whatever. Yet another boring long day. Being seventeen and a competitive violinist wasn’t Kin’s choice but she had to do it. She had been threatened that she would be disowned should she not be any less than a violin prodigy. The first competition was in two weeks, and Kin… well her parents had been trying everything to get her to practice. But in between school and all the other extra-curricular they pushed on the girl, at times it seemed impossible to even get five minutes of playing in. Not that Kin wanted to practice. She had everything she needed, a beautiful violin, private teachers, and music that she was to prepare for the contest. The only thing she lacked was out of everyone’s control. Motivation.
The clock in Kin’s room beeped once. The thing was some sort of annoying digital grandfather alarm clock. Still studying for her test the next day kin started at the clock hatefully. Time never ceased to betray her. She knew she had to get some sleep but she also had to study. Kin would have to evade sleep for another night. Before she turned her head back to the text book in front of her, she turned toward the case sitting on her dresser. Never had she wanted to play her violin so badly. To get away from the stresses of school and parents. Kin decided her parents wouldn’t be too offended that she was practicing for once.
Soon enough, after the stiffness and kinks were worked out of her neck Kin found herself unlocking the silver clasps laid on a black hard plastic shell. She flipped the clasps and lifted the lid. Inside revealed her magnificent violin. The kind that took insane amounts of money to buy. Kin felt a tinge of regret for not playing the instrument very often since there had to be someone out there who would practice with the instrument everyday if they had such a fine medium with which to play with.
For so long, it seemed to be a burden to hold the bow and the neck of the violin. Tonight it was a blessing. Tonight playing was a release. Kin ran the bow across the strings, listening to the pitch and adjusting the knobs to suit the sound. The girl warmed up quietly, getting reacquainted with the long lost friend. Seconds before Kin began her music knocking at the door interrupted her concentration. Her parents had come to complain about the noise. Kin was wrong, she should have never tried to play so late. Her parents had come to complain though she was trying to please them. Was there no pleasing them?
The next day, Kin did something she’d never done before. She ditched. She took her violin and music to a music store and offered the manager enough money to rent out a practice room for the entire day. I’ll win this contest and show them all.The girl hissed in her mind while warming up once more.
Crossover is KinxVersus If you have not read that manga I highly recommend it. ((Basically about a violinist and all the situations he encounters while figuring out his talent and musical career)) |
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Post by AvatarFreak on Jul 29, 2010 10:38:53 GMT -6
Crossover Art! Taken from my cell and sent to a friend and uploaded all because I have no access to a scanner. I'll clean this up and scan this when school starts. ^-^  Top Left: Me x Cree from RE:Play --The top left corner looked lonely, because I started with Kin in the middle... Top Right: Ayana x Teresa from Nightschool --You all don't know Ayana, she's my character in the works that I'll use when band camp is over. Middle: Kin x Versus --See story |P Bottom Left: Ian x Bleach (Captain) --Because I wanted to draw the white coat even though this is just a sketch. Bottom Right: Holly x Victoria from Twilight --I kinda thought they looked similar and had had to include Twilight in the crossover no better ideas. |
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Post by sigath on Jul 29, 2010 22:46:15 GMT -6
sigath x inuyasha!verse. yeah, i didn't try very hard. and screw kimonos, they are so overrated, though it probably would have given a larger hint at where he came from. i decided fangs+pointed ears+striped markings ala sesshoumaru were enough. he denied my attempt at a sword or showing his hands. also, he didn't want a shirt and decided this alter ego was going to have a goatee. i couldn't convince him otherwise.
his man nipple is off slightly. deal with it.
and my scanner failed me and made his ribs amazingly shiny.
ps. random light sources = love.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 30, 2010 14:42:16 GMT -6
-CROSSOVER CONTEST-
Rowan x Kamina from Gurren Lagann <3
It's such a good anime, I suggest you people start watching it. ;3  |
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Post by AvatarFreak on Jul 31, 2010 20:35:53 GMT -6
Based off a little comic strip I drew a month or two back. Again I'll scan it in when school begins. It was all I had, weird writing in first person.  In the blank space of my mind, chibi versions of my characters, Kin, Ian, Holly, Nick, and my upcoming character Ayana all sit and take a break from the epic plot of wasted skies…
Behind me is a large couch, Holly is reading a magazine on it, Ian is quietly sitting down starting at the wall, Kin is on the floor sleeping and hung over, Nick is sitting beside the couch, and Ayana is nodding off on the opposite end of Holly. I am blissfully ignoring them while plotting evil fun things for my characters. Usually they stay away from me, but on my chair that looks like a director’s seat is a paper sign that says ‘Do Not Disturb. So STFU or GTFO!’ Usually they take this pretty seriously and I can be alone with my plots.
While I was distracted with plotting Holly’s demise, Ian got curious and asked Holly, “Hey! What do you think she’s planning over there?” The woman asked the shifter that multiple times while poking her, trying to get her attention from her magazine and to me. Finally Holly responded with a simple, “I don’t know, or care.” But Ian was not satisfied with the response and continuing to poke her until Holly gave up and said, “Would you stop that if I went to go check?” Ian only had t nod before Holly hopped off the couch to pacify Ian.
When I saw Holly in the corner of my eye, I immediately covered up the paper the best I could with my hair and arms. Holly didn’t pry very much over the paper, but she did plant herself right next to me. With a sigh and a little bit of tenaciousness I said, “What do you need Holly, I’m very busy.” With a look of innocence and downright cuteness, Holly asked, “Ian wants to know what you’re plotting over here.” I was sure that Ian probably shot Holly a look for ratting her out but neither Holly nor I cared. I was more concerned about her seeing that it wasn’t Ian who should be concerned but it was Ho—
“What’s that?” The orange haired shifter asked. My body tensed, she had to have seen, but I decided to try and stay as nonchalant as possible. “What’s what?” But Holly saw through my façade. She knew and pointed to her name on the paper. “My name! What are you plotting with me.i know you’re never up to anything good!” I only had a second to try and cover it up, but the name was right there with a capital H and all. “That isn’t your name silly!” Not a great lie, but it was a lie nonetheless, perhaps it would work.
But the next thing that I knew was Holly narrowing her eyes and her hand heading toward the paper. I swiped the precious evil plot and started to run. I knew Holly was tall and could easily outrun me though. I gave up on running and stopped dead in my tracks. Holly nearly collided with me when I stopped but she still wanted that paper and I didn’t want her to see it. I wanted to hold it up high above my head like I could usually do but that wouldn’t work. I was regretting ever making the girl so damn tall.
Instead, as fast as I could, I grabbed the paper and laid down on it. It wouldn’t hurt me or my plot if the paper it was devised on was a little crinkly. But I underestimated Holly. She got on top of my huddled body and began trying to find the paper. “GIVE IT TO ME!” She yelled while putting her hands up my shirt. “NO LEAVE ME ALONE!” I shouted right back at her, squirming from her hands on my stomach. “I WANT IT!” Holly retorted. Her hands kept searching for the paper, this time she was getting dangerously close to my skirt. “TOO BAD! GET THE HECK OFF!” I yelled right back at her. I couldn’t fight her, I couldn’t run but damn she was touchy, but oh how I didn’t want her to see my plans.
And well, no one needs to know what happened next. But let’s just say Holly never got to see my plot. This was only the beginning of another dysfunctional character/creator relationship.
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