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Post by Nicho on Jun 8, 2005 16:05:08 GMT -5
The big screen stands in front of me; I wish to take a seat, front and center for the best views coming. I sit down checking the seat before I land softly on it a cloud of dust rises, irritating my lungs, but I do not cough or wheeze. Only remain hands resting lightly in my lap a soft smile placed upon my lips. I wait for the show to begin.
Dark of course it’s a cinema what do you except, though it’s a different kind of dark, one that hides ominous much more threatening shadows. Horrors that no screen could ever reflect, for terrors lurked in the rows and rows of seats. The floor was no longer clean for people to walk and find their place carrying popcorn and sugary drinks. It was vile the carpet glistened with broken glass; the seats contain more than a couple lifeless figures.
Except one of course, the girl who sat contently as if nothing had changed her eyes flickering over the blank screen in front of her. She watched something quite invisible to any other person’s eye; even a trained one could not see the scenes she could. She began to hum, she did not worry incase she might interrupt a sleeping beast who might come eat her alive or should she show some wondering dead where she was. She was rather content and happy. It seemed.
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Post by Zane on Jun 13, 2005 14:56:02 GMT -5
((Thought I might join you for lack of anything else to do!))
Zane had been to the cinema building before. Granted, it had been a while ago, but he hadn't enjoyed it much then either. Why then was he returning, why hadn’t he just passed the place by? Last time he had observed two young women, but they had not noticed him, and he had not approached them. He could easily have walked out of the shadows and into plain sight, spoken to them maybe and gained a few allies. But was it fear that had kept him hidden, fear of them turning on him or just fear of meeting them at all? He wasn't sure, and thinking such thoughts on an empty stomach almost seemed to hurt. He found that he didn't care anymore, had begun to cease to wonder. And wasn't that sad, a crime, to stop thinking, and just act? Or was that simply the survival instinct taking over, primal forces telling him what to, and what not to do. Maybe it was, and maybe it was something less profound, sheer and simple lack of energy, lack of inspiration. He wondered if his creative thought might be dying, if it were so then he would be sad to see it go. That would be a bitter funeral that he would hesitate to even attend.
So again he found himself here, in this rancid, stinking place they called a cinema. A place which had once to housed the magic of epic films, comedy, horror, romance. People had come here for entertainment, to laugh, to cry, to scream. And wasn't it sad to see what it had become? Corpses littered its halls, killed by things unknown. The air was stale and foul; the stench here was strong and yet slowly fading. These deaths had occurred a while ago, which meant that the place was safe, hopefully. But suddenly Zane heard a sound that broke the silence, someone shifting in one of the chairs, and then a soft melody as someone began to hum. What on earth would someone be doing humming, here, humming at all really?! Was the person insane, or just bored, was it even a person? Zane stopped, hunching down slightly, before continuing on slowly. One of his knives was in his hand now, the jagged one, the most lethal of his weapons. And he proceeded carefully, making just enough noise to be faintly heard, but not enough to be located. His muscles were tense; he was almost painfully concentrated on the task at hand. And when he spoke he was surprised by the brashness in his tone.
Who's there?
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Post by Nicho on Jun 14, 2005 3:41:11 GMT -5
She heard him approach cautiously; he had a right to be vigilant. She could hear the soft pad of his foot steps on the soiled floor; she could smell his masculine aroma and even the carbon dioxide he emitted into the air with his loitering breath. Was he armed? She shouldn’t worry he should find no reason to defend his self or attack her. She stayed where she was pretending not to have noticed his presence, still the impetuous tones hummed out in a song of the dead.
Now he was closer she allowed her head to tilt, the corner of her eye catching his blade. The humming stopped as she stood up and turned to face him, an implacable smile smoothing her flawless lips. The hunger in her eyes wrought her body very open, arms spread by her side. Her weapons lay brashly on her waist, untouched as she planned no attack.
She was of nimble looking figure, her body lean. The lines and soft curves of her body offering its own unique beauty alone. Dark locks coiled and flowed softly down her back, draping her shoulders in an eerie shroud. Her clothes were unflattering to her shape, black and ill-defined.
She moved closer, no longer eyeing the beauty of his blade but laying an uncomfortable gaze on his eyes “You going to cut me?” She interrogated softly, thrusting a few mocking innocent tones towards him.
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Post by Zane on Jun 17, 2005 15:20:31 GMT -5
((Hey, sorry, but real life stuff has been keeping me busy lately. I will get back to you ASAP.))
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Post by Nicho on Jun 19, 2005 7:19:09 GMT -5
((Ok))
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Post by Zane on Jun 19, 2005 16:24:08 GMT -5
Zane watched as the woman turned and noticed him, he saw as she snuck a quick glance at his weapon, then stood to face him. He watched her for a moment longer, just a bit wary, and then lowered his blade. She didn't seem like a threat, but you couldn't always take things at face value. No, in fact, you almost never could take things at face value. It might have been possible in the old world, in the past, but not here. The people had changed, their rights and morals twisted into something strange and eerie. He realized that the human race was quickly turning feral.
His eyes, shrouded by his trademark sunglasses, flickered over her body briefly. She was armed, he could easily see that, but she didn't seem to be grabbing for her weapons. Something in her gaze disturbed him though, and he couldn't put his finger on why exactly. She was lean, athletic; if her smile hadn't been so eerie then he would have taken her for a beauty. But as it was, he didn't trust her. As she moved closer he made no move to flinch or take a step back, but he watched her closely, very closely indeed. When she asked her question a small smile tugged at his lips. But it was weak, small, and not very friendly. He chose to answer her promptly, in case she was the impatient type.
I was hoping I wouldn't have to...
His knife was lowered but at the ready just the same. He was ready for action, should it come, and he was prepared for attack. He shifted slightly, realizing that he had chosen the perfect camouflage colors for the darkness of the cinema. Black pants, t-shirt, and worn leather duster. His pale skin stood out in stark contrast to all of the blackness, and he smiled mentally at the thought of how obsessed with the color black he had become. There had been a time when he never would have worn it, but now he found that he felt increasingly comfortable clothed in the hue of darkness. Why exactly he didn't know, and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to.
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Post by Nicho on Jun 27, 2005 3:46:16 GMT -5
She remains to keep coming forward, as if she neither knew nor had heard of any rules about personal space, she had quickly crept up into his and she was just about a foot away from him now. Her body was lingo bold and upfront, she was trying to see if she could get a reaction so that she would have a little something to play with later on perhaps. And was watching for his eyes beneath the dark lenses and coming up close gave her a glimpse, some say the eyes are the windows to the soul, a satisfied breath was released.
What is he thinking? I wonder in my shrouded mind, overwhelmed with a darkness that haunts me so dearly, I don’t complain. It has been a while now since I have come into contact with any males. I don’t want to rush, so it’s over before I know it, perhaps I would be able to savor it longer. Allow my grip to loosen and all to be well at first glance.
She hesitated now, stepping back, the tone was turned down slightly and instead of holding that unfaltering gaze on his hers swept the floor now as if she searched for something. She knew now that he had morals; he wouldn’t attack unless she gave him a reason. That eerie smile had vanished along with her brashness “All well and good then, I’m not going to give you a reason too.” She paused and watched for his response before letting slip her name “Nicho and…?”.
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Post by Zane on Jul 6, 2005 20:11:54 GMT -5
It was funny the way she chose almost to stalk him. Zane watched as she approached him, and then proceeded to step right up close. He almost flinched at this, then constrained himself, and held firmly to his neutral expression. If this was some sort of test then he certainly wasn’t about to back down, no matter how uncomfortable she might make him feel. He watched with cool amusement as she tried to spy a glimpse of his eyes. A bitter smile tugged at his lips, and he gazed back at her blandly. Curious little thing now wasn’t she? Many people wondered about the sunglasses, and a few even dared ask him about them, but few actually went so far as to try and look past them. Brave too she was then, albeit a bit reckless as well.
The woman stepped back, and as she did so her whole being seemed to change. She no longer seemed as eerie, and somehow she seemed less unusual, more human. Zane shook his head softly, why on earth would he think such a thing? Of course she was human, wasn’t that a given? Maybe not though, and who knew what creatures lurked among the dusty ruins. But now the woman seemed less threatening, and all though he knew it could be a trick, Zane involuntarily felt a bit calmed. He shifted slightly, lowering his knife even more, but still not putting it away. Even if she didn’t prove dangerous, there were still many things that could happen. He wasn’t about to take the chance and risk it; he had come this far and wouldn’t give up now. He heard her speaking and cocked his head to listen. She seemed relieved and not hostile in the slightest. And she even let slip her name, Zane made sure to catalogue it with all the others. Once she finished speaking he replied, deciding that it was probably best to be prompt and swift with a response. For some reason she struck him as the impatient type.
Pleased to meet you Nicho, my name is Zane.
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