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Post by F A T E on Nov 11, 2012 21:00:37 GMT -8
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In order to participate in this event thread you must first claim your spot. To claim a spot you must simply respond with a post to this thread, please note it is first come first serve. The first FOUR CIVILIAN characters to reply shall partake in this event. These characters cannot be in any other event threads and cannot be in a thread after the time stamp in the event. [see the timestamp section in this post]
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It is completely up to your character what happens in this event. This being said there are four numbers you must choose from. In your post make a side note about what number you choose. You cannot pick a claimed number and the numbers are from 1 - 4. You will get a PM from Fate about what this number mean for your character. These numbers are generated at random. Please try to keep in character despite of the numbers as Fate will be more kind to those who stay in character. The tasks may or may not conflict with other people's tasks, so please keep that in mind. At the end of the event the tasks will be put up. Before that point, please do not reveal your task to anyone. Also, if you fail your task, you are not guaranteed to die, but there will be consequences. You will also not receive any residue.
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Apr. 20th at 8:00pm (Friday) | [cs=3][atrb=style,width: 460px; text-align: center; padding-left: 20px; padding-right: 20px;]
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Post by F A T E on Nov 11, 2012 21:00:58 GMT -8
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Booming speakers and cheering fans were the only things that could be heard in the huge concert hall. Singing along to the song onstage as an iconic twin-tailed girl danced with an equally popular pinkette danced along with her and sung onstage was a common occurrence at these concerts. Glow sticks held by various members of the audience waved around, swaying to the rhythm of the music. Semi-realistic models of the singers danced to and fro to the rhythm, and seemingly singing out their parts, coming out from the towering speakers. The glowing figures onstage, produced by holograms and glass, was the center of attention for every fan.
daki yosete hoshī tashikamete hoshī
machigai nado nai nda to omowasete
Unbeknownst to most of the audience, a live band played in the background, their sound producing that coming out of the speakers. Yet all eyes were set on the two dancing girls, dodging each other's movements. No one knew that the instrumental accompaniment slowly died down.
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Fate's presence was sensed - ringlets of it's powers swirled in the atmosphere. Not many people payed attention to it, and even if they did sense it, they were more than distracted by the dancing girls onstage. Fate took advantage of this ignorance, swirling around and around the speakers. It could sense that these people were all destined to be its recusant slaves - they would obey its every or face the consequence. Yet as Fate prepared for its grand entrance, raw power emanated from the speakers, that the closest humans could not ignore.
They were unimportant and could be eliminated. But in due time. Now, it had work to do and it could not be bothered to acknowledge the confused mortals. As it tinkered with the speakers, the volume pulsed from high to low. However it could feel strands of the past hang in the air. Again? There were too many people that could interfere with it's work. It didn't want another repeat of it's humiliating defeat. It needed better minions.
It wouldn't be easy - mutants were not the easiest to create, although they were the strongest. And they had been easily defeated before. But these links were weak. If Fate could eliminate them before they interfered once again, then so be it. The last time... the plan had completely backfired onto itself.
But it was too hard to resist the tampering of the people's fates again. Ah well, this wasn't a change Fate could pass up.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Nov 11, 2012 22:14:35 GMT -8
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Words: 512 Tags: Event Participants Dated: 20th of April, 8:00 pm [/style] Alec was always up to trying new things, especially whenever they were obscure and a little out there. The exhilaration of getting out there and just going crazy was always enticing! It never hurt too much to just get out and live a little, right?
This time, though, it wasn't what Alec had planned.
He was caught off guard initially by, well, pretty much everything. For one, he felt overdressed for this particular event. Wearing a short-sleeved, button-down, navy shirt that was neatly tucked in to his pressed khakis, Alec felt that he should have just come in a pair of shorts and a neon t-shirt. Another thing that he was thrown into unexpectedly was the atmosphere. This was his first concert ever, and he wasn't sure how he felt about this genre of music. It was pretty weird, considering he had never been a guy to sit down and listen to much music past the 80s. Most of the time he found himself staring at his phone, looking through social networking websites and playing games, but occasionally he would break his attention and snap back into reality. The music was horribly loud, something that he had never cared for, and the crowds dancing and yelling around him were getting on his nerves ever so slightly. Alec secretly wished that his acquaintance would have chosen someone else, or at least told him what type of concert this was, because he never would have agreed to come had he known it would be like this. The music wavered slightly in the speakers, but Alec hadn't noticed because he was busy getting annoying by a young woman who kept rubbing herself all over him while throwing her glow stick in the air and shouting at other people. He took this opportunity to excuse himself from the main area, letting Quinton (his fellow Walmart employee) know that he'd be back soon.
Alec scrambled through the crowds and sought out what he knew would be a fairly quiet place - the bathroom. It was just before the entrance on the right, so he entered and found an empty stall in which he occupied almost immediately. He had no need to relieve himself at the moment, but he just needed to get away from that blaring music. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two small tablets enclosed in an aluminum wrapper - name brand headache medicine. He downed them quickly and began scrolling through his phone, wishing that he hadn't come now. In just a few minutes, the medicine would be working, but he would have to go back out there again for a little while longer. He stood up and flushed the clean toilet, leaving the restroom and standing near the entrance for a few moments. The weather outside was fairly decent today; in fact, it was MUCH better outside than it was in here. Alec sighed for a moment and stared back into the hallway where the music was playing. He had to go back in there sometime...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2012 22:29:19 GMT -8
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In all honesty, he blamed his coworker at Abercrombie & Fitch seeing as they were the reason why he was at the damned concert in the first place.
"Oh, you like Cascada right? THIS IS TOTALLY LIKE THAT."
That was a fucking dirty lie.
A small disgruntled huff passed through the Russian blonde's lips as he looked at the crowd around him. They were so hyped up and into the concert, they hardly even noticed how disgustingly crowded the place was. It is practically a fire hazard, he noted mentally as he dodged as few bodies that were pushing passed him, taking in all of the surroundings. Within the sea of people, the soft gleam of the glowsticks stuck out like sore thumbs, giving the entire room almost a greenish hue.
He decided he liked the color then and there. It was a pretty shade of green.
What the hell was he thinking about colors for anyways? He was at a concert for crying out loud.
Shoving all thoughts to the side, Viktor rested green eyes on the centerstage where the two girls were prancing around. And despite the fact that he had no idea what the hell they were saying, he had to admit that the music had a good beat to it. The two holograms dancing weren't too bad either; they were aesthetically pleasing in a way. Perhaps it was just the fact that he was surrounded by so many diehard fans that he didn't seem to mind the music so much.
At least the background beat reminded him of Cascada somewhat. I believe I am going to have to overdose on the music once I get home, he smiled absentmindedly as he kept his eyes on the two females and bobbed his head to the beat. WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 12, 2012 7:25:43 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]There were something he just wouldn’t admit to liking even if someone held him at gunpoint and Vocaloid just happened to be one of those things. Just the idea of him loving synthesized singing programs with cute, anime character just seemed unnatural. However, whether he liked it or not he had fallen victim to the electronic singer’s spell. Just one song. One super catchy song and he just couldn’t stop listening to it. Somehow, the addiction had even landed him in the massive concert hall as just such a concert was under way.
He waved his neon green glow stick to the beat of the two diva’s song, catching himself humming along since he knew he’d never be able to pronounce a single lyric without butchering it. Japanese was a language that he wasn’t meant to speak. He learned that within the first week of employment at the maid café. Hopefully none of his fellow employees would be at this concert or anyone else he knew. He did not need to be seen jamming out to Vocaloid music…
Honestly, the more he got mesmerized by the holographic dancing divas and their addicting songs the less he seemed to care about being seen by anyone he knew. He screamed and whistled with crowd of unfamiliar faces as the excitement of the entire event got the better of him. It didn’t even matter if the two characters on stage were real or not. They were just so captivating and pretty. Would he ever be able to be as popular and adored as them? Wouldn’t that be something!
…This was really pathetic, but could he really bring himself to care? No. The whole concert was just too great to let negative feelings get the better of him. His day had been equally as great too. Everything just seemed perfect for the nightly events he was highly anticipating. From the clear skies to the comfortable temperature, he just couldn’t think of a single thing wrong with his day. Well, there was the clumsy idiot in the food court, but his cute outfit had escaped being stained when Mr. Clumsy tripped into him.
Honestly, he couldn’t see how anything could go wrong.
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You can count on me to misbehave.
APRIL 20TH, 2012. I pick ONE.
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Post by TAYLOR WALLACE on Nov 12, 2012 12:44:26 GMT -8
A blue haired boy appeared at the base of giant, blue double-doors, the entrance to a concert that the boy wanted very much. His moist eyes looked up and down, checking the door out for a moment, before pushing against them and letting himself in.
He could already feel the heat from where he stood – out in the hall. He was late, yes, but he was sure he’d get an exception. He wasn’t too late – he could hear the sounds of the song beginning. Not too late, right?
Taylor walked up to the counter and handed in tickets to the woman standing behind it, who was looking rather lethargic and apathetic. He slid the tickets on the wooden surface, and after receiving a quick nod, he made his way to the large double-doors that would let him enter the concert hall. Before he went in, he hesitated for a moment – just like when he stood in front of the doors. He took in a deep breath, preparing for whatever it was that he might face.
And then the boy walked in.
He was immediately overwhelmed by the sound of Japanese music, the Vocaloids on stage singing their hearts out – no, that wasn’t appropriate. They were programs, they didn’t have hearts. At the thought, a low chortle escaped his finely-shaped lips. It reminded him of the song that was originally sang by Rin Kagamine – Kokoro. It was a story about a robot who wanted a heart. The irony of it was amusing enough.
He caught a seat near the back and sat down, reclining as he began to enjoy his music. It was indeed good music, or at least, it was to him. He was always a fan of Japanese music, and it was becoming a small thing now at school.
Well, as he liked to say it: “I liked Vocaloid before it was mainstream.”
NOTES: I choose number 2. Well, that's all I can choose. I PROMISE, NO MORE BAD POSTS. FORGIVE ME.
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Post by F A T E on Nov 12, 2012 14:50:10 GMT -8
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They looked so peaceful down there... it was almost sickening. Of course, Fate had an odd way of viewing cheering people in the concert hall as cheerful, but they were being bombarded by the supernatural, so that was in a way, peaceful. Fate had formulated a plan to get rid of this so called peace and turn it into chaos. It would be so easy, but it had to tone down...
Wait, who decided that? Fate was Fate, it could do whatever it wanted. Of course, there was the pesky rule about not being able to do things in due time... and some things were just too predictable. Maybe it should try something a little bit new?
Oh this would certainly be fun. Monsters were never too difficult to summon, and they always put another dynamic to the situation. But only having a monster would be boring. Ah, those holographs would work just fine. They just needed to solidify and they would cause due havoc. Especially since those civilians were all here for them, Fate wondered just how they would be able to resist the divas. And what was the fun if they ran away from their fates? It barred the doors that let to sweet freedom. They would have to stay and fight if they wanted to live. It wasn't sure if it wanted them to live, so Fate let it up them to decided if they do.
And with that, it's work here was done, and it disappeared.
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A form... it had finally got a form. Fate was so kind... so generous to let it take such a thing. It was so happy. Even happier when Fate let it do whatever it would like. The monster looked at its surrounding. Human beings... such delicate human beings. They looked perfect, much too perfect. They needed to be destroyed.
It opened it's mouth and an earsplitting screech was let out of the room. The music had long since stopped, and the people already in chaos. It was delighted as a few people nearest to it fainted on the ground, bleeding from their ears. It chuckled and a more horrendous sound came out, getting more and more of those puny humans to drop like flies.
This was certainly fun. However, some of the humans were putting up a fight. Well, they could do what they want. They were few in number, and the noise monster wasn't objecting to some time to play. But Fate had assigned another task for it. To guide a cube like structure. It was important. The monster would rather die than let it get into the hands of those pesky human beings.
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Hands. Feet. Feeling. What was this? They were alive? No... they were beings. They were human. But from what? It didn't matter. There were four of them. Miku, Len, Rin, and Luka. And they had a one track mind. To destroy. But to destroy what?
They headed back stage. Surely there would be something to destroy there. Humans... they looked like them. So perhaps, they should be friends? No, they wanted to destroy. The backstage workers were quickly snatched up and destroyed, no trace of them left. But destroying... it only gave momentary pleasure. Perhaps if they were to play a game? A good game... yes, a good game. The once holographic Vocaloids found they were able to produce holographs of their own.
But would a human come to the otherwise deserted backstage area? Maybe if they lit it up just a bit, it would attract the humans? And then they would destroy... destroy.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Nov 12, 2012 21:47:35 GMT -8
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In only a matter of minutes, it seemed to Alec that all hell had broken loose. While standing out in the hallway, Alec abruptly noticed that the music had stopped playing and that the crowd was shouting in confusion. That wasn't the worst part either; in just a few moments, he would hear the most excruciating noise he had ever experienced. What he didn't realize was that a monster had materialized and began using a powerful, shrilling noise to incapacitate people. Since he was lucky enough to have an entire hall between them, the noise wasn't quite that bad. Still, he had put his hands over his ears to try and block out that sound.
Once he realized that it wasn't stopping, he decided it was time to leave. His friend would just find a way home or something because there was no way he was going to stay. The headache that once was slowly going away was now back, causing Alec's head to throb even more. It didn't take long before he walked to the entrance and pushed on the handle, only to realize that the door wasn't budging. At all. He slammed against it a few times, feeling a slight bit of panic well up inside of him. At first he thought the noise coming from inside was a malfunction in the sound system somehow, but now he his mind was racing into several different directions all at once. Something just didn't feel quite right, but Alec tried not to think too much about that - he just wanted to leave. Before whatever crowds could come bursting through the doors, he moved over and tried all of the other doors. All of them were stuck. As was his luck.
By now, his panic was starting to climb up from a racing heart and turn his mind into a direction he didn't think he wanted to go. Terrorists...He had heard about them on television when some of these world-changing events happened, but he had never experienced anything like it. He was at the mercy of a terrorist...That was the only other thing he could think of. Still attempting to cover his ears, he needed to find something that he could defend himself with. There had to be something somewhere... The box office! The door was wide open and the receptionist seemed to be away from her desk, so Alec took this opportunity to rummage through its things for something he could at least defend himself with. He had no idea what he was looking for, but if he found it, it would be a miracle. The closest thing he could find was a small piece of pvc pipe, about two feet in length; it had probably been leftover material from a repair of some sort, but at this point he didn't care. Whatever was going on, he was going to defend himself with a piece of pipe. From terrorists. That had nuclear weapons. So that logic failed. But he stilled held onto the pipe with one hand, searching for something he could cover his ears with. In a box office, though, there wasn't much available as far as earplugs. Frustrated, confused, and angry, he threw a stack of papers on the floor and ran back into the main hallway where some people were stumbling out. He wanted to find out what that noise was and where exactly it was coming from, so he opened the doors and stood in shock.
That thing...whatever it was did not look human. Alec couldn't peel his eyes away, even as crowds of people burst into the doors beside him trying to get away from that noise. His trance was quickly broken when two people bumped into him and sent him flying to the side. Thankfully, he was able to catch himself and move by the wall as not to get trampled. He wasn't sure that he was seeing properly, but if he was, he was scared shitless. What was that thing...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2012 8:27:14 GMT -8
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Viktor was pretty damn positive if Erik was here right now, he'd get smacked three-fold for not only his stupidity, but also for going to a damn Vocaloid concert.
He really hated his coworker right now.
Covering his ears to drown out some of the horrendous noise that was filling the air, the blonde male stared at the creature in pained awe and fright. What the hell was that thing? And why the hell was he standing there like a bumbling idiot while people were dropping like flies near the being while others were running around trying to find a way out? Simple: he was actually terrified for once. How else would he feel when there was some random creature hurting people around the place with just so much as opening its mouth? Where the hell did the thing even come from?
This is a nightmare, the Russian noted mentally as he moved through the rushing mass of people, trying like hell to avoid the monstrous creature's path. It was not time to lose his mind (completely); he had to think logically about this. There had to be a way to stop this thing somehow or at least keep it busy long enough that the people find a way out of it. Maybe there was something backstage?
Shoving earphones into his ears to hopefully block out some of the noise from the monster, Viktor tentatively sneaked his way towards the backstage. Hopefully there was something around there that would help him with distracting the monster. Question is, would he be able to do anything if it came to actually facing the thing? He was petrified of the thing.
Not that he would be able to admit it out loud to anyone
Nope, he would take that to the grave.
Well, hopefully there was something around the room to help him. Or else he'd end up stuck throwing something at it then ducking and covering.
Fuck his life. WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 13, 2012 10:52:40 GMT -8
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When the creatures earsplitting screech (or that’s what he decided to call it for lack of a better word) reached him, he watched the people around him drop too. He was close enough that the worst of the sound reach him and the surrounding crowd. Crimson glimmered down the sides of the fallen people’s faces, yet the sound only brought a painful throbbed to his head. What the hell was going on? An eerie calmness seized the blond since the start of the horror show, but it began to wane.
It shattered the moment he saw the holographic divas making their way backstage. Since when were those holographic images able to do anything but dance and sing within the boundaries of the glass used to produce them? He swore he saw them examine their hands and glance down at their feet like they were making some kind of discovery. It looked like they gained some kind of sentient thought before they disappeared from sight. There was a monster and living Vocaloids? That definitely wasn’t part of the concert.
None of it was natural. What the hell was going on? And why hadn’t he dropped like the rest of the people around him? Okay, it was time to panic. Yep. He’d been calm long enough. As the shrill screams of the still standing crowd erupted behind him and throngs of them began pouring towards the entrance, he too followed suit with a girlish shriek of his own. He mingled among the chaotic horde, shoved and stepped on, until he at last found an exit.
The blonde was in the act of shoving people out of his way to get to the door until he realized it wasn’t budging for any of the people between him and it so it wasn’t going to open for him. He scanned the milling swarm of bodies and managed to discover that none of the exits were opening. They were trapped. His heart plunged into the pit of his stomach once that realization set in. This couldn’t be happening. Was he having a nightmare? That had to be it! Kittim was sure he’d wake up any minute now. . . Any minute now. . .
A panicked girl, larger and stronger than him, shoved past him on the way to the exit and he slammed roughly into the wall. Another person was shoved into him until he found himself squashed by the panicked masses. It was enough to shake him back to his senses. This wasn’t a dream. Worst of all, these idiots were pinning him to the wall while their shrieks and sobs filled the air. Didn’t they know he had a headache?! Irritation quickly won out over his fear. “Shut up you babbling idiots!”
Silence washed over the group nearest to him as they turned incredulous stares in his direction. “Now that’s better.” He found himself given some space although there was still a chorus of anguish playing in the background. It wasn’t helping his headache any, but at least he wasn’t getting slammed around like pinball anymore. He shoved his way past the shocked people with his sights set on heading back to the direction he came. Those doors may have been locked, but there had to be another exit. He was going to find it.
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You can count on me to misbehave.
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Post by TAYLOR WALLACE on Nov 13, 2012 14:12:54 GMT -8
The lethargic, blue haired boy was seemingly to be lost in his own thoughts. Taylor was in his own dream world filled to the brim with a plethora of pink and purple, dazzling lights, and a sensation of excitement that wasn’t able to be put into a subject in his imagination. He was sitting there with his eyelids shut, porcelain-like face as still as a sleeping doll – he enjoyed to do that during concerts, though to a few people it could be considered impossible with the background sound of drummers bashing on snares and cymbals, or the sound of squealing, die-hard fans. It allowed him to concentrate on just the music, although he still had difficulty coping with the humidity that was generated by the shrieks and shrills of the people that accompanied him. He, however, had learned to be tolerant, seeing as the concerts were very much worth it.
The boy was dressed in a simple zip-up hoody coloured icy blue and sporting a sublime look that complimented his serene countenance, a white T-shirt under the hoody, and an admittedly plain navy blue skinny jeans as well as a pair of black Converse sneakers, kept at tip-top condition.
He was comfortable in his burgundy leather seat, with both of his arms resting on the arm-rests (that’s why they’re there). He was in a moment of supreme tranquility, his eyes closed and listening to his favourite Japanese music, when he jolted out of seat when he was introduced to a shrill din that almost knocked him unconscious. After recovering from the shock, albeit quite horrible, he gingerly raised his head and felt like his ears were bleeding – which seemed strangely conventional, seeing as many individuals were downed, with a tiny bit of blood dripping from the bases of their ears. Taylor could only shudder, and then the sound came around again. This time, though, he had enough sense to be prepared – he already had his ears covered by his trembling hands. He did, however, still hear the excruciating sound that the… the something produced. He looked around, but he wasn’t able to find it. Not until he turned to his right and his entire face fell slack.
There it was, in front of the boy… a very, very intimidating monster. It was a terrifying being, and Taylor was not able to comprehend its exact details. His eyes widened in shock. The monster opened its mouth to let out an earsplitting shriek, and this time, Taylor wasn’t very prepared for it.
He dropped to the ground, his hands viciously clutching at his ears, though it was too late – the damage had already been done. There was a constant ringing sound that plagued his hearing, and he realized that he wasn’t able to hear very well out of his left ear. He couldn’t bring himself to curse, but he was able to get up and hobble down the aisle, maintaining balance with the aid of the chairs. He almost tripped over a downed human, who seemed to be bleeding from the ears. His eyes softened, but he kept on moving. He looked towards the stage.
There, he saw a very phenomenal event occur – the humanoid robots, who were supposed to move around as it was programmed to, had begun to walk… walk like a human, like they were in control. It would have caused his jaw to fall slack, if it weren’t already. They were walking backstage, though he didn’t know why.
Curiosity overwhelmed the boy. He had to go figure out what was going on. He didn’t know that the exits were blocked, but he was sure that there’d be an exit backstage. He needed to see the Vocaloids. He wanted to know why they were moving. He ambled down the aisle.
He had to get backstage.
With that one thought burned into his mind, he managed to reach backstage, although a series of high, painful pitches had slowed his progress considerably. The young boy had also noticed another man advancing towards the stage – which was odd – but he didn’t say anything about it… half because he was in the process of making his way to the stage as well and half because it would’ve caused pain to his left ear. He had to keep one hand on it at all times. He didn’t wait to take the stairs that were situated at the left. Instead, he climbed directly onto the stage, and almost tripped over numerous thick wires. He could see backstage. Taking a deep breath, he made his way in, extremely unprepared for the events that were to come to pass.
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Post by F A T E on Nov 13, 2012 18:34:32 GMT -8
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It kept roaring and roaring, taking more and more humans down with it. The rushing blood, spilled fresh made the monster feel more powerful than it already is. But what was this? Humans still alive after his attack. Albeit... only a couple. And they were immune to its power. What was this? Immunity granted, it could only be the work of Fate. Maybe it was challenging its strength? Well, it would show Fate. It would definitely show it.
After all, it still had strength on it's side. The only thing it was really worried about was the cube it was supposed to protect. But the monster barely had any time to think as it reared its head once more and sent out another piercing shriek into the atmosphere. A group of people fell silent, making them more susceptible to attacks. There were two people who were immune to it's effects. When they should have already succumbed to unconsciousness (and perhaps death), they were still alive. Two blond men. It made it's way to the less... feminine of the two.
It would just have to destroy him by other means.
Fate has gifted Viktor immunity from the monster's powers. Although Viktor will still suffer from headaches due to it's noise, he will not succumb to death or unconsciousness from it.
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They would only like to play a game. Just a small little game. Of course they would destroy afterwards, but it was all fun and games. The twin-tailed girl was the first up, as a host to their makeshift holographic game. A boy approached them, and the Vocaloid beckoned him towards the group, with it's warbled voice.
No, that wasn't good. It took a little adjusting, but eventually Miku was able to get her voice back into the melodic ring it should be. "Come play with us." The holograms made the area seem more bright and cheerful than it already was. "The rules are simple. Every single word in the sequence - recite them all flawlessly if you will." Soon enough, if they were to stick in this area for long enough, they would never be able to come out. Once this 'entertainment' was done, they could do what their sole purpose commanded them to - to destroy everything.
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Nov 13, 2012 19:53:58 GMT -8
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Alec, confused by this strange turn of events, found himself on the verge of a panic attack. He glanced down at the PVC pipe in his hands and realized that it would probably do no good, but at least it gave him a feeling of security. He gripped it tightly and closed his eyes for a moment, almost wishing that this was all just a dream. But he knew better than that. This was real, and it was turning sour extremely quick.
ack against the wall and pipe in his hands, he stood with wide eyes until he found the strength to move his legs once more. For some reason unbeknownst to him, his curiosity began to take over, and he willed his legs toward the entrance of the hall where that awful thing was. He couldn't describe it, but he knew that these people were in danger, and he wanted to do something about it. Alec had never been one to call himself a hero, or even stand up for others, but after seeing those bodies on the floor writing in pain with a crimson stream from their ears, his heart ached. Everyone had been listening to Vocaloid's music without a care in the world, but what now? People were suffering, and that was unacceptable. But first, he had to make sure he could withstand the horrible sound. The only place he could think of going was the bathroom, and so he shoved his way through the crowds and opened the swiveling door to the men's restroom.
Inside, two people were vomiting in stalls while a few others were standing in front of the mirror with gaunt faces. They, too, were probably facing a migraine now due to that screeching, but luckily Alec was still able to think with a mostly clear head. He quickly ran into a stall and grabbed small bits of toilet tissue, breaking them apart small enough to fit into his ears. Satisfied, he walked out into the large crowd of people again and realized that they weren't nearly as loud as before. That's when he noticed a young man attempting to take charge. Clutching the pipe in his hand, he listened to the man quieten down the crowd with relative ease. Alec didn't know the man nor did he care to speak to him, but he did seem like he was trying to figure something out. He certainly didn't look intimidating, but he tried to get a good visual of the man just in case he needed it for later...
For now, though, he pushed his way once again through toward the double doors opening up to the concert hall. The monster's cries were still piercing, causing Alec's head to throb once more, but it was much more bearable than before. The one thing that caught his attention was a blue-haired boy walking down the aisle, most likely toward the backstage. Why was he doing that? He hadn't noticed the blonde male also making his way toward the back because he was so focused on the blue-haired boy. It was easy, though, because he stood out pretty well. Glowsticks glittered across the floor, giving the entire hall an eerie green glow. Carefully, Alec stepped over some people that were either fighting for their lives or already past their expiration and made his way down the aisle, hoping to catch up with him and find out what was going on. If anyone knew, it had to be that kid. Who else would be stupid enough to go toward the source of the sound? If at all possible, he attempted to avoid that wretched beast as well. The last thing he wanted to do was draw it's attention. The closer he got to it, the worse his head started to hurt. He had to make it though...He had to find out what was going on.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2012 20:31:15 GMT -8
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Viktor was only a few steps away from getting anywhere near the stage and away from the monster. Unfortunately, Lady Fortune was not in his favor at the moment seeing as he somehow managed to capture the cacophonous creature's attention. On top of that, it seemed like it was coming right after him and leaving the rest alone for the moment which was a good thing. But where the hell had all his stealth and courage gone today?
And he calls himself a fearless top-notch spy. Erik would be ashamed of his pupil.
Pushing those thoughts to the side for the moment, the blonde Russian stood there in paralyzed fear for a brief second before randomly grabbing something and throwing it the monster. His (blind) weapon of choice? A glow stick. A fucking glow stick. What the fuck was a glow stick going to do against something like that? If anything, the creature would probably laugh at his foolish attempts to ward it away and whatnot; he really wouldn't blame it at the moment.
He was screwed. Big time.
And what the hell was up with the sudden wave of a horrible headache? Was him being scared beyond belief of this noisy being not enough?
Grinding his teeth in an attempt to keep his attention away from his blistering headache, Viktor continued throwing things at the creature. Currently, he had no discrimination of what was being thrown at the monster. Glow stick? Sure. Chair? Most definitely. Fallen debris from something? But of course. Regardless of what he threw, he just prayed that it at least deterred the monster from coming any closer.
But even if it did come after him, he was going to run from it and try to find a way to stop the creature. His thoughts of going backstage were still there, but he was going to have to get the creature off his trail to get to there. And the monster definitely had to have a weakness; all things did no matter how impervious they were. The question is, where exactly is its weakness?
It has got to be somewhere around here, he quipped, his eyes darting from place to place while he continuously throwed random objects at the creature. There had to be something. WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 14, 2012 19:06:33 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]Another of the creature’s shrieks split through the air, assaulting his ears with the horrendous noise. He pressed his palms to them to block out the worst of it. Kittim had long since discovered the sound didn't have the same effect on him as it did with the others. It didn't make sense to him yet he was thankful for it. The last thing he wanted was to be one of the many bleeding from their ears and probably dead. When at last he deemed it safe to uncover his ears, he realizes that the chorus of sobs and panicked screeching had faded.
His curiosity got the better of him and he turned to find downed bodies filling the room he just put behind him. Panic rose up and threatened to overwhelm him again but he knew he had to keep calm if he wanted to survive. Survive? The thought was so unnatural to someone like him. There was never a day in his life where he worried about living to see another day. However, he swallowed his fear as he turned his sights ahead of him. He couldn’t wait to put that behind him, especially the passage that linked the two rooms.
The walls that rose on either side of him felt strangely suffocating after the chaotic rampage of the fleeing masses. If he didn’t know any better, he could have sworn they were creeping closer and closer with each passing second. Ugh, if he became claustrophobic after that whole nightmarish ordeal, he would not be a very happy cross-dresser. He was definitely not going to be happy if he walked out with some kind of psychological problem or else someone was paying his therapy bill! Kittim Curtis wouldn’t accept being crazy.
Once he put the way-too-narrow hallway behind him a sense of relief washed over him but the sight before him shattered it instantaneously. A neon green glow rose up from the floor to cast strange shadows off the bodies littering the concert halls floor and all the many sears. It was eerie, silent except the shrill screech of the monster. If he had earplugs, he might have escaped worsening the throbbing in his skull. Amber eyes scanned for any signs of that noisy monstrosity, finding it distracted by another blond; a survivor.
Good. As long as it was distracted than he could looking for another way to escape since the only exit he knew of were seal shut. … Did those doors even have locks? He shook his blond head as if to banish the thought. No, he didn’t have time to ponder over the details nor did he care to. His main focus was to escape. There was too much left to accomplish. He had yet to become a famous super model, after all! With newfound determination, Kittim picked his way through the body littered walk way.
He studied the ground cautiously as he maneuvered across deeper into the concert hall, careful of where he placed his feet. The cute, opened toed flats he opted to wear were new and he did not need them stained with blood or something. Gross. Unfortunately, Kittim didn’t really know where he was going. He had to look up. The moment he had, he spotted the dark-haired boy approaching the stage. Another survivor?! Great! … He even looked like he knew where there might be another exit.
Couldn’t hurt to follow him, could it? Definitely not. That was exactly what he did. Hopping over arms and side stepping suspicious puddles, Kittim close the space between him and the stage. Before he continued, however, he checked on the progress of big, noisy and ugly. It was under attack by the other blond guy. Whoever he was, it looked like he had that under control. It looked like he was in the clear so he continued on after the other survivor.
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You can count on me to misbehave.
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Post by TAYLOR WALLACE on Nov 15, 2012 14:20:42 GMT -8
Taylor could only gawk at the holographic images that became real. His face fell slack as he watched them move (although his face was already slack – it just fell lower than it already was). Under normal circumstances, the boy would’ve been ecstatic to see them as living things rather than emotionless and fake images, especially Miku, the twin-tailed sensation.
And then it spoke to him.
Her tone of voice was distorted and eerie, and Taylor instinctively took a step back. However, the girl got her beautiful voice back, in a robotic way. Still, she wasn’t going to have much luck convincing him to get near. After all, there was a very noisy monster behind him. The singing robots were definitely a part of the crazy events taking place.
Taylor looked around the backstage area. It was unnaturally dark; the lighting failed to reach it. There were numerous instruments designed to make the four robots shine, although now they were probably the most dangerous robots on the planet. Despite lacking human emotion, there was a ring to their tone that told Taylor that they didn’t really want to simply play a game with him. He’d learned what happened next in all those movies when a little puppet told the victims that it only wanted to play a little game. A little game that cost them their lives.
He faced them with total destruction behind him. Glowing red block letters told him that the exit was right there, so close yet so far. He had a choice: go back to where the monster was, or stay here and entertain the Vocaloids. He chose to entertain the Vocaloids.
The robot told him about the game. He had to recite every word in the sentence flawlessly. The young boy didn’t need to be told the consequences – the way they looked at him strangely told him everything: Get a word wrong, and you die. The young boy gulped, intimidated and rendered speechless for a few seconds. He twitched nervously, and wondered if they would give chase if he decided to run. They didn’t seem like they did, but they’d find a way to get him. In the darkness of the backstage, Taylor was able to make out a large pile of rope sitting about three feet in front of him, and a large black (or it seemed black) amplifier to his left. He decided that both would be useless.
“I’ll… play your game,” he said cautiously, gingerly taking a step forward, as though he were afraid that they might lash out at him. “But, there’s this one thing… what happens when I, say, lose?” Despite knowing the consequences, the young boy still had the audacity to ask the question. For a sickly kid, he possessed a lot of guts.
He wasn’t very confident in his memorization skills, so the idea of having to play a game that involved remembering and repeating words terrified him. Still, he stood erect, like a soldier, his shoulders stiff, and a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. His left ear still rung in pain, and he thought that it would seriously get in his way. Even when he spoke, he couldn’t help but wince in pain.
It was like he was personally signing a death contract.
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Post by F A T E on Nov 15, 2012 21:46:26 GMT -8
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The noise monster was very amused. This silly human, trying to stop it with random objects that only bounced off of it's body. It wanted laugh, but it's ear-splitting sounds wouldn't work on this man. No, right now it had to focus and get that man within it's grasps. The once amusing actions of the little human had turned out to be quite the annoyance - it was hindering it. An angry monster he turned out to be. It started swiping towards the man until it noticed the other blond going towards the backstage area. Now that just wouldn't do. If this prey escaped it would all go down to hell. The monster added a few swipes for good measure, and bounded towards the other, feminine-looking male.
It disgusted the monster to have to resort to such force when it could have just used it's voice. It screamed and screamed, but it seemed to be having no effect, no matter how much it screamed. Troublesome. This man was getting close to the backstage though. The monster resolved to sealing that entrance to and fro the backstage area once and for all. At least it was a good thing that it had strength on his side. Sure, it could use its high-pitched sounds to shatter glass and the like. But that wouldn't really help when it wanted to tear a whole wall down.
The monster rushed in front of the man, bringing most of the stage with it. The debris of concrete and metal, blocking Kittim's way. The noise monster didn't particularly care about the other figure in the backstage - they'd be stuck there anyways to rot for all eternity. The monster crudely snatched the man and lightly threw him over to where the other man, sending him flying over the bloody bodies. Now that it had the two the same place, it should be easier to pick them off.
Kittim is not dead - but most likely seriously injured. Choice of injury is up to the poster so long as it's not a minor injury.
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The Vocaloids were happy, very happy for catching a prey so very quickly. The blue-haired boy seemed to walk right into the trap, though Miku's voice deterred him a little. "Come play, it'll be fun!" She played around more with the holographs, shaping the shapes until they looked more like a game show than anything else. The only data that the Vocaloids had in their head were their voicebanks... and songs.
The lucky little boy, if he had been listening to the concert, would have no trouble at all singing the words. Though, he seemed a bit hesitant to play, for some reason. "What will happen if you lose? Well, you just have to play to find out~!" The Vocaloid's voice was heavily accented as it struggled to gather the English phonemes. The game was fairly obvious - the light up holographic screen would display the lyrics and the time signature, and the player would sing it. Not so hard, was it?
"You can read Japanese? Mispronunciations won't be forgiven." All the while Miku was harbouring an innocent-looking smile. Oh how looks could be deceiving.
And they had conveniently chosen to ignore the fact that there was no way out of the backstage area with the stage debris blocking all possible exits into the main stage. Now that back exit, that was something to look out for. It was more likely than not blocked off and locked by Fate, but they couldn't take any chances with that.
For all intents and purposes Alec is already in the backstage area. | | [cs=3][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 500px; height: 35px;] |
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Post by ALEC MATTHEWS on Nov 16, 2012 11:33:30 GMT -8
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Alec made it! Thankfully the monster hadn't noticed him sneaking by, even though now his headache was ten times worse and he could almost feel the small trickle of blood down his ears. Still, he was in the backstage now, and here the sound wasn't quite as bad as previously. Without making his presence known, he quickly attempted to hide behind a rather large column, the only one that separated him from the blue-haired boy and...those holographs? Alec was quickly disturbed by their sight - once he saw them, he knew one of two things: that they couldn't be holograms anymore, or they were holograms being manipulated by someone to scare the bejeezus out of someone. His first assumption wouldn't have been far off. They looked like they were out of their projection range for one, and when they began speaking to the boy, Alec couldn't help but to think that the speech was more personalized and directed toward him instead, but he couldn't hear everything said, so he had no idea what the boy's task was. With all of these weird things going on, he couldn't make any assumptions right now if he wanted to make it out of here alive.
The area where he had come from was no barred by that sound monster, and all of the exits appeared to be blocked by debris, so he would have to figure out something if he wanted to keep on breathing. Speaking of breathing, Alec was now taking shorter, slightly more shallow breaths now, which was causing him to feel slightly dizzy. He didn't even consider that his brain being turned into mush from that thing's loud screeching was probably the true cause of it all. His adrenaline was pumping at 90 miles per hour, and it continued to fuel him while he searched for the cause of all this madness. The floor beneath was him starting to look a little shaky, so he leaned into the column and began saying a prayer. To who? He didn't really know. He had never given religion much thought before, but if anyone were to hear his mental thoughts, one would have thought he had been a devout worshiper of some diety since conception. After a few seconds, he was able to maintain his composure and come back to reality with his senses intact. Those holograms (or whatever they were) were about to give that boy something to memorize and he would have to repeat it back to them. Unfortunately, Alec could only hear a word or two, which he somehow formed into a small, casual conversation between that kid and the others. It was all up to him, now... He knew he had hit the jackpot when he followed that kid because he did know something about this all along.
For now, he couldn't risk his position, so he kept hidden from the line of sight of the "holograms." The last thing he needed to do was draw attention to himself because now he had to make a decision of his own - what was he going to do? There was the mastermind behind this whole thing, standing there...Waiting for the right moment, he calmed himself and attempted to listen in when there was an extreme rush of hatred. Here he was, hiding behind a column that was helping to hold up this place with a pipe in his hand when there were lives out there in the lobby at stake. There were probably thousands of people still here and so many dead now. Only a few of the people here were trying to escape when the blue-haired kid was going toward the source, and that couldn't mean anything good! A mixture of fear, anxiety, anger, and energy washed over him all at once, and his body moved without thinking. He had to be the one that took him out - no one else was back here and may not even make it back here. Ignoring the Vocaloids, Alec slowly stepped out from behind the column and rushed toward the strange young teenager as quickly as he could, attempting to bring up the PVC pipe and knock him in the back of the head with as much force as he could muster. If he succeeded, it would at least knock the boy out for now, or that was what he hope for. If he were lucky, though, he'd have killed him and ended this whole ordeal. They could all leave and go home... The ones that were alive, anyway. Later, he might look back at this whole thing and regret his sudden change of mind, but right now he thought it was the only way to bring justice to those who had fallen and to those who were still able to fall. He couldn't let any more people die!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2012 19:44:35 GMT -8
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His stupid plan of throwing miscellaneous objects at the monster was actually working at the moment. It almost made him less frightened and more certain of himself. That is, until it began swiping at him in retaliation. Viktor prayed for some celestial protection then to keep him from dying by the hands of an impossible creature. And it seems that his prayers were answered when the cacophonous being turned its attention to something else.
Perhaps there was a God.
Not wasting the opportunity, he dashed off through the room to search for something to injure the monster with, however, that was short lived when the stage seemed to come crashing down. Sparing a glance back, he noticed that the monster was currently busy with something. Well, more like someone. There is someone still alive? the Russian male wondered in bewilderment as he watched the creature interact with the other person.
Imagine his horror when he noticed the elemental fling the poor person over to his general direction.
Out of reflex, Viktor dashed forward in an attempt to catch the person or at least cushion the fall. However, it seems he overestimated the distance as when the person crashed into him, the both fell to the ground pretty hard. A sickening sound of a crack-like noise made him think for a moment that he had broken something, but when he checked himself, he seemed alright. Though, that headache of his was far worse than it was a few minutes ago.
Pushing himself off of the ground, he glanced at the person he attempted (and basically failed) to catch, surprised to see that it was a blonde effeminate male; the guy looked in pretty bad shape from where he was standing. Normally, he would kneel down and check on a person to see if they were alright, but since there was a monster around, he couldn't risk being distracted for too long. However, that didn't mean that he was going to leave the younger male alone; he'd blame himself if the stranger was hurt even further due to the creature.
Turning his hazel green gaze back over to the monster for a moment, he quickly started scanning the room for something to use against the monster again. And despite the fact that he didn't want to acknowledge it, Viktor was still scared out of his wits. But he was going to keep as calm as possible right now especially with a defenseless person around. He really wished he hadn't forgotten his gun back at his apartment.
Damn his coworker for talking him into going into this concert. It was a hell he never wanted to go through again.
He was probably going to need some therapy after this. WORDS: 000 TAGS: event peeps
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Post by KITTIM CURTIS on Nov 16, 2012 21:31:25 GMT -8
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you say that I'm kinda difficult, but it's
always someone else's fault ██████████[/classy][classy=text][/style]In all eighteen years of his miserably short life, Kittim had never been so excited to leave somewhere nor had he ever had to worry about surviving long enough to leave. He never had to worry about surviving period. Being the one of eight never strained his parents financially. Actually, he lived quite comfortably. Even when his parents refused to buy things for him, he was still permitted to live with them and have his every need fulfilled. However, he was now presented with a life or death situation or what he was beginning to think was one.
So many people littered the floor of the concert hall and every last one of them with a steady trickle of blood running from their ears. He couldn’t be sure if they still live or if death had claimed him, but surely the heavy feeling in the room meant death filled the air? The blonde didn’t want to care, not of the dead or to search for survivors. There was a survivor engaged with the hideous creature assaulting him with the headache-inducing noise and the one which he followed. Even if he left the other blonde to certain death, it was enough.
… Actually, he THOUGHT he was leaving the blonde to certain death and he thought he was going to escape, but it became apparent that he wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. His feet were knocked from beneath him by the rumbling and quaking stage, soon finding himself showered in debris. Instinctively, he threw his arms up to protect himself and it worked quiet effectively until pain ripped through his arm. He opened his eyes which he hadn’t realized he closed, finding them landing on a piece of jagged pipe jutting out of his upper arm.
There wasn’t a chance for him to fall into shock over the injury. His stomach lurched as he was lifted up and again as his body arched through the air. He landed surprisingly soft, except for one small problem. The same arm with a metal rod jutting out of it smashed into the seat of a chair. Even dazed as he was, he could hear the snap of the bones in his forearm. The pain rushed over him in a matter of seconds. Any hope he had of escaping were shattered the moment he hit the ground.
Everything had happened so quickly and so sequentially that his brain hadn’t fully processed one event before being thrown into the next. It was all starting to piece together now. His left arm knew nothing but the pain of its injuries and no longer responded to his orders. He was fortunate to escape any other breaks (or so he hoped) and the ache of his body was masked by the pain in his arm. It wasn’t exactly something for him to be happy about, but he was still alive. Was there hope? He was beginning to doubt it.
He became away of the wetness of his face and the sting in his eyes. It only made sense that he was crying. The pain in his arm was beyond anything he ever felt. He wasn’t sure how he was even thinking. After a while of just lying there, Kittim knew he needed to move or he’d die. How he knew was beyond him though. It was likely attributed to the few horror movies he watched. The hero never escaped by lying around, awaiting the creatures finishing blow. Kittim had no wish to be a hero, but he didn’t want to die here.
[/classy][classy=NOTES][STYLE=color:ffffff; font-family:arial; font-size:15px; font-weight:800; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:-1px; text-transform:uppercase; text-align:left]Got you wrapped around my finger, babe.
You can count on me to misbehave.
APRIL 20TH, 2012. ... ouch
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