Nightworld

[badbabysitter]

She awoke with a gasp.

The woman bolted into a sitting up right position on the bed, her hands clutched her chest as if she was drawing a breath for the first time.She sat there for a few moments as she composed herself and her breathing returned to a normal pace.

Had she woken from a night mare, she asked. No, not that she recalled. She didnt recall ...

The room was dark. The bed she sat on was situated right across the room from a window with blinds with the slats up. Soft blue neon light filled the room. A bed. A nightstand. A dresser. A chair.

It was a hotel room it seemed. And all the lights were off. The room was deathly silent.

She slid off the bed and put her feet on the floor and stood up. She was dressed in some sort of gown. White, uniform. Like something from a hospital.

She looked for some kind of medicla bracelet. Nothing.

But there was a tattoo

cxxi

That was it..some sort of number in roman numerals.

She walked softly to the washroom and flipped on the light.A tub with shower, tiolet, sink, mirror, the usual.

She ran some water and splashed her face.

In the mirror was an attractive woman staring back. Mid 20's by the looks of things. Short brown hair, shocking blue eyes. A pert pixie nose, soft almost pink lips. But an odd scar running from near the tip of her forehead, acrooss her eyebrow, just past the corner of her eye..She touched it. I t was an old scar it seemed. Dull flesh.

She leanedonto the sink rim anbd looked into the mirror

'Who the hell are you....'


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She made her way outside.

There had been an old coat in the closet. A 40's style heavy wool coat that went almost to her ankels and some slippers. The hotel was empty and quiet. No people in the halls. No clerk. All the telephones were off their hooks and elicited the typical dial tone.

Outside in the street, cars were parked.The streetlights were on. A soft cool breeze played against her face. I twas night

And the city was empty.

'Hello' she called out

' I s there anyone out there'

Silence was her response.

 

[badbabysitter]

OOC

Welcome to Nightworld

This will not be your typical SRP

Nightworld is a world of perpetual night as the name implies.Thats where the similarity to 'Night City' as many of you may think ends.

There are simple guidelines for joining this thread..rules you might say about how this universe works.

1...Every character that enters this story is an amnesiac, complete blank

2.. You may define your characters apperance, and perhaps practical skills, but any knowledges or 'powers' you have no idea of..that accounts for you as well as your character.

3..All players entering the thread, will arrive in the same condition. Awakening from sleep in nothing but a hospital gown and a tatoo.

4..the emphasis is on roleplay..so build them skills or only people who think they have the skills to write

5...there are dark and sinister forces at work in this Night World..and i'll be running them

6.. this entire story is set in this city

7.. it is a curious amalgm of modern tech with 40's coutre.. 40's and 50's fashion as well as modern day..all phones and cars are straight from the 40's and 50's..as are the advertisements, food stuffs, tv's and radios..oddly enough computers also exsist.

9..those people who play will occasionaly get private pm's from me..flashes of their past..insights.. skills..knowledges..powers

10.. there is a reason everyone is here..everyone fufills a purpose

11..the city of night awaits you


come out and enjoy the dark

 

[krazykyotee]

His eyes opened with a start. His very first impression was the silence. So very silent, there should be
....something. But he couldnt remember what that something was. Turning his legs onto the floor, he
sat on the end of the bed. Everything looked so...plain. The only color in the room was the dull light
fixture above.

He stumbled into the bathroom, filling a glass with tap water. It was only then he realized he didnt
have a left hand. And for some reason that didnt shock or phase him. The tattoo on the back of his
right hand did interest him, but he couldnt make heads or tails of it.

Cleaning himself up, he took stock of what he did know. A little under six feet tall, short brown hair,
late 20s by the looks of it. Brown eyes, mustashed, and what looks like a light tan.

Taking the only pieces of clothing he could find, a long trenchcoat and loafers, he headed down to
street level. The silence was starting to bug him, yet again, for why he couldnt figure out.

In front of the hotel the silence made more sence. No one, nothing moving, where people shoudl be,
only silence....

 

[poohlive]

Was it raining? Had there been rain? He could remember through the fog of sleep, through the inner workings of his dreams, a sense of water, a sense of falling. Something had fallen, something was falling. Could it be water? Could the droplets cover him, soil his very presence here?

No, impossible.

He had only himself.

Reaching beyond the satin covers, he tried to find the body, the warmth, something to wrap his hands around. In a frenzied effort, he grasped for a phantom of a ghost.

She wasn't there...

When he did wake, eyes opening with the salty sleep still clinging to his lashes, he searched in desperation, tossing the covers, throwing the pillows.

It wasn't until he sat atop linen sheets did he realize he didn't know who he was looking for.

A woman? Yes, maybe... He thought a woman, but he didn't know. He couldn't remember.

The place around him smelled of strange familiarity. He knew nothing of this place. Was it her place? Did she live here? Did she even exist?

Well, in that case, did he?

He moved out of the bed, pulling the sheets of to cover himself with. He moved to a small but luxurious kitchen, finding nothing but the empty noise of a house settling.

The bathroom revealed little mysteries to him. He stopped, looking at the bedroom, where there held no hint of a woman's presence. No panties on the floor, no dresser, no purse, nothing. If there was a woman here, she didn't live here, and she was long gone.

He smelled the air, hoping for a hint of perfume, a lasting fragrence of musky heated sex. Not even that.

Why had he thought there was a woman here? Why had he looked for one? He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything. Thoughts, memories, nothing came to him. It all became some sorrowful sad blank, like a word of phrase on the tip of your tongue... just out of reach so you don't know what it is, but enough of its presense is there that you know you know what it is.

"No... she's got to be here."

He checked the bathroom, for lipstick, cosmetics, something. He found a single razor, a male's, and some soap, but little else. The bathroom was clean, yes, but not overtly so. It did not have "a woman's touch."

In the fridge, he found a fair share of meals for one, single entrees that a bachelor would have. Someone who didn't cook, and rarely cleaned. These were all throw away dinners.

Who was he looking for? He didn't know, he couldn't remember. There was no one, there couldn't be. He was looking for no one.

And she was nowhere to be found.

This had to be his apartment. Didn't it? God, he didn't know. He had no clue. Nothing was coming to him, and it began to send chills down his spine. He thought at first it was simply the reaction of waking up too soon, the brain still asleep, taking a moment to charge up and gt those neurons firing.

But now, in full panic mode, staring at an apartment he didn't know, with stuff he didn't recognize, and a woman who wasn't there, he could only ask questions. Questions that had no answer except more questions.

He picked up the phone, dialing...

Who?

Did he know anyone?

God!!! He threw the phone down, screaming at it for no reason. Things rushed passed him too fast, causing him to fall hard on his ass, breathing heavilly until he could try to calm down.

 

[badbabysitter]

the girl

OOC

right after this post , i will be sending out my first pm's to characters privately.You may share in your posts as much or as little information I give you as you wish
There will be a hint that I have given out pm's by a 'P' at the begining of each post of mine... but I wont be telling who I have given them out to

This is all in effort to help emphasize some of the paranoia and mystery of this strange realm

IC

'P'

She wandered in a daze throughout the silent streets.Peering into closed shop windows. Peeking into car windows.

There didnt appear to be a speck of dust anywhere and all the cars had keys in their ignitions. The newspapaer stands were full of magazines. But in no discernable order, there were Time and Life and PLayboy, but nothing to give her a hint as to when it was as they were issues spanning decades arranged in no particular order.

The stoplights changed all on their own, from red to orange to green and back again. Traffic lights for a city full of parked cars

I f she were a drag racer this would be a dream she joked to herself. And then she laughed.

The sudden burst caught her unaware, it seemed almost like an assault on the empty air. She quickly silenced herself.

Okay, now you're weirding yourself out, she mused. But she couldnt help but shake the feeling that there was something sinister about the silnece.

She stopped on a corner, took a few deep breaths and pulled herself together. Closed her eyes and counted to ten.

And when she opened them, she saw him.

There was a man wandering out of a hotel just down the block and across the street from her. He had that same lost bewildered look that she obviously had. He was in a trenchcoat and was wearing loafers from what she could see from here.

She trotted down the strret and crossed it towards him

'Hello there..' she said crossing to him

She stopped as she neared him, a haunting familiarity passing through her

' do I know you...'

 

[CollegeCutie]

She

It was the kind of feeling one gets in the fogginess between sleep and awareness when waking up in a strange bed. For a moment you forget where you are and all that has occurred, but then you awake and remember: you were asleep at a friends house, or in a hotel on vacation. Except when her eyes fluttered open the feeling did not go away.

Sitting up, she began to look around the room and catching a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye she turned to see a young woman staring strait at her. No wait... the woman was her, her own reflection in a mirror. She did not recognize herself at all, it was like looking at a stranger. The red hair, the green eyes, the ivory skin.. they all seemed foreign to her.

Looking again she noticed the nightgown, like a hospital gown. Had she been in an accident? Why wasn't she in a hospital? The room she was currently in looked more like a posh hotel suite. Getting out of the bed she walked over to one of the large windows and pulled back the thick drapes. What she saw took her breath away. She appeared to be several stories up and beneath her lay a vast city all aglow with neon lights, but she didn't see any people and all the cars appeared to be parked. The sky above was dark. She didn't recognize any of it.

There had to be someone out there who could help her, someone to tell her what was going on. Going to the closet, hoping for some sort of robe to cover up with, she was surprised to find a black 1940's style cocktail dress and shoes. "Where these mine?" she wondered. It appeared that way, because when she tried them on they fit perfectly. Why had they been the only things in her closet?

After dressing she explored the room a bit more, searching for some kind of clue to her past. Finding nothing she went out into the hall. After knocking on several doors with no answer she cried out in desperation, "Is there ANYONE here?!"

 

[poohlive]

Where had it been?

No, that was the wrong question. As he looked down at the phone, picking up the receiver, cradling it to his ear, he knew the questions was fundamentally wrong.

Not where... when.

Flashes of light, something sparkled deep inside, blinding him. He could see it, feel it, express the pain and anguish in a matter of seconds.

Seconds? Not even that, parts of a second, fractions of time falling in place aside from him, consuming him.

The phone, it had rang. He picked it up, living the memory, going through it, taking it in with sweet surrection. A clue, a key, the past coming back to haunt him for the first time.

A woman's voice came through... not through the phone. The phone was dead, it was beyond dead. There wasn't even a dial tone, a thread of life running through it. There was a sound of emptyness, collapse, as if putting one's ear to a sea shell. He heard the sound of silence echoing.

He could heard her terror, the weakness in her voice. She was warning him, of what? He didn't know. They were coming. She kept repeating it.

Then, the line went dead... as dead as it was now.

He stared at the phone now, hearing it, remembering it. In a panic he got up, running back to find clothing. There was only one thing in the closet, a double breasted suit, pressed and ready. Grabbing the shirt, coat, and pants, he threw them on haphazardly, and ran for the door.

They were coming... but had they already came? He remember her last words, quiet, almost a whisper. She said they were here.

He stepped out into the hallway, looking at the empty dead space around him.

Had they already come? Was this all that remained of their coming? Who had warned him? Was it the girl he yearned to touch in his arms? A memory of a memory...

He ran downstairs, two at a time, coming upon a woman who was as fantic as he, opening doors, and calling out.

"Is there anyone here?"

He stopped, looking at her with wide fright. Was she one of them? Was she the voice on the phone? Already paranoia set in, whose side was she on, what was she doing, what was going on?

He couldn't trust her.

"I'm here," He said, blinking once, walking slowly towards her, "They're coming... I think they're already here. I think they came and went... and we're what's left."

He smiled, but it wasn't warm and gentle, it was the smile of a mad man, kept sane by his own insanity. He stopped it, trying to clear his head.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what's going on. It's just... it's just too hard."

 

[Marcus2]

~he sat on a bed. His eyes were shut. His mind was floating, wandering. Images of some kind of darkness but suddenly his eyes shot open and he felt his body. It was like, bolts of electrecity ran through him. His body quivered as he blinked and groaned. He sat up on the bed. There were 4 different syringes in his arm. They all ran into the wall and dissappeared. He looked down at his arm and tugged at one and it slowly came out. It was painful and as he did it, blood spilled onto his skin slowly but stopped soon. He then pulled the others quickly out and the same happened again.

So many thoughts were running through his head. He didn't know who he was or where he was. He looked down and realized he was wearing some kind of sheet. He figured it was normal. He didn;t speak, he didn't know how or if he could. He looked around and noticed a different object infront of him. He went to it and it automatically slid open.

He jumped back unsure of what it was but looked at it for a moment and walked through it. He looked around and found he was in another room. He rubbed the back of his neck and found some kind of tattoo on the back of his neck. He didn't think anything of it, he couldn't remember his name.

He found a pair of clothes in a dressor and put them on, they seemed a bit tight but he wore'em. He walked out of the room and into an empty hall, no one, nothing. He walked down the hallway, wearing his 50's style clothes and went downstairs and looked around. He opened his mouth and he thought of something he had seen on the desk~

Hello?

~so he could speak he thought to himself~

 

[Tvayumat]

The Tall Man

His hand instinctively flew under his pillow, searching for..... for what? He realized he was sitting upright, he must have been sleeping, his hand had grasped under the pillow but now he couldn't remember what he was searching for. He stood up in a daze, where was he? Was this his home? Based on the state of the room and it's furnishings, he was in some kind of hotel, a small dingy one to boot.

"Where the fuck am I..... WHO the fuck am I?"

He realized suddenly that he couldn't remember his name, or his own face, or yesterday, or the day he was born. It was like being born anew unto the world with nothing but a working highschool education, come to think of it he wasn't even sure if he had that much education.

"Odd."

Again he was hit with a sudden realization. Silence. Utter silence, he hadn't heard such silence since.... welll.... he couldn't remember. He stumbled into the small bathroom off of the main bedroom and flipped on the light. He squinted in the mirror as he looked a stranger in the face, a 6'2", muscular stranger, with short dark blonde hair and vivid green eyes. The strangers eyes seemed cold, calculating, it took him a second to realize that it was HIS eyes that were cold and calculating. He shook himself and took in that all he was wearing was a thin hospital gown, strange, if he were injured, why wasn't he in a hospital. He took the next five minutes to give himself a thorough body check, to get a feel for his own dimensions as much as see if he was injured in some way. A tattoo, he found a tattoo of a roman numeral on the back of his neck. Odd, he thought, I don't remember getting that, then he mentally slapped himself, realizing he couldn't remember ANYTHING. He didn't feel as disturbed about all this as it seemed he should.

"I must not be the panicky type, I guess."

He spoke to the empty air. He ransacked the room, throwing open the closet and all the drawers, and came up with some faded blue jeans, a black t shirt, some military jungle boots, and a worn leather jacket, his clothes? He didn't know. He quickly rolled up the gown and threw it on the floor, then dressed in his new attire. He found a screwdriver in a drawer and for some reason it immediately occured to him to conceal it on his person as a weapon.

"Now why would I think of that?"

He stared at it for a moment, a long, rusty flathead with a black plastic grip, then picked it up and slid it up one sleeve of his jacket. He stepped out into the hall quietly, keeping his eyes and ears open for other people, he worked his way down three flights of steps to the street, checking in every unlocked door on the way down, nobody. The door to the office was locked, he wasn't desperate enough to break and enter quite yet, so he went outside. He peered both ways down the empty street.

"So quiet..."

 

[badbabysitter]

ooc

wow..you've given me some stuff to really work on..pm's will follow soon

carry on..i'll wait for krazykyotee before coninuing my part

 

[Kuldaboli]

The man who fell to earth

He was falling!
That's all he knew.
Falling into an inky blackness that seemed to drown out every speck of light.
The wind lashed at his face and pulled at his clothes.
He had no idea how far he'd fallen or for how long.
He had no idea what was going on or how he'd gotten into this perdicament.
All he knew was that he was falling. Face first. Fast. Very, very fast!
He tried flayling his arms out but to no use. He didn't even slow down a bit.
The rational part of his mind finally kicked into gear.
When something falls it increaces it's falling speed untill it's maximum traveling velocity is reached. After that the rate of deceliration is constant 'till the fall is broken in some way.
The fear clenched his heart like a vice as the only true outcome of his situation was revieled to him.
Only one thing can stop a full grown man falling at maximum velocity dead in his tracks.
The ground!!!
No sooner had the thought entered into his mind then the inky blackness disappeared only to be replaced by an up-close and personal view of the ground comming towards him at an impossible speed.
He barely had time to scream before he hit the ground.

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He shot up in bed, scrambling and screaming for all he was worth. His flayling only seemed to tangle him in his sheets causing him to panick and try desperatly to free himself. His frantic struggling finally freed him and he shot out of the bed and whirled around to look at it in a state of panick. Seeing the bed for what it truely was, he franticly started to take in his suroundings.
A small room, maybe a motel room. 1 bed, a bedside table, a dresser and a chair in the corner. A window on one wall with no curtains.
"Wha-! Where-!" he panted his mind still whirling from his dream.
Looking around he noticed that his depth perception was off. Way off! Rubbing his eyes furiously with the heels of his palms, he tried looking around again with the same result.
Making his way slowly to the window he ventured a peek outside. The city that greeted him looked ordinary enough, but there was something..... something about it just didn't seem right.
And then it hit him. No sounds! He struggled to listen for a car horn, a train, the sound of traffic, sirens, any sound at all!!! But all was quiet.
Looking around the room again he noticed an open door to his right, just on the other side of the bed. Another closed door was on the oposide wall from the window. Venturing forward, he desided on the open door first. Peeking inside he saw a small bathroom, complete with all the things he figured a normal unused bathroom would have. Toilet, shower, sink. And a mirror, just above the sink.
Glancing at his reflection his heart stopped in his chest. He stared at the image the mirror was showing him in stunned shock. He had never seen this person!
Hardly seeing the hospital gown he was apparently dressed in, he was fixed on the face. Late 20s, maybe early 30s. Strong features, slight tan, long straight dark hair coming down to about mid back, slight stubble on his face. But there were two things that caught his attention. The first were his eyes. The right one was a deep brown, allmost black. The left one..... was allmost all white. His mind was doing 140mph. Could this be the reason for his depth perception beeing off? When he turned his attention to the other item of interest on his face his mind seemed to answer that question with a big fat YES! A long scar that started at his hairline and ran an allmost straight line down his forehead, cutting his left eyebrow in two, seeming to disappear when it hit the top of his left eye only to appear again at the bottom of it and continuing down his left cheek, before swerving slightly towards the end to meet the left crook of his mouth.
The mirror was showing him a complete stranger!
"But that's impossible!" his mind roared. "I know my own face, god damnit! And that's not it!! I do not know who that person is but it sure as hell isn't me!! My natural hair colour is..... is...." His mind came up blank. Mentally growling in frustration he tried again. "I was born on.... on..... Grrrr!!!! I, I live at.... I, I, I live in....." The name of his hometown. He couldn't remember the name of his hometown. Clinging desperatly to some sence of sanity he went for the easiest question he could think of. "My name..... " his mind all but moned in all it's futility. "My name..... is..... It's....." Nothing.
If anyone had been watching him over the course of his mental tyrade all they would have seen was a silent man transfixed with his own reflection, the only indication that there was anything going on in his head would have been his eyes as they brimmed with tears.
He couldn't remember. Anything. Not his name. Not his hometown. Nothing.
Reaching up to touch the scar he saw the image in the mirror copying his movements down to the fines detail.
"This isn't happening!" His voice sounded alien to his ears. Low, raspy, rough. The realisation filled his very being with rage.
"NO!!!" His scream of fury was accompanied by a sudden burst adrenalin which sent his fist bareling into the mirror with full force.
He turned on his heel and was out the door before the first fragments of the shattered mirror hit the bathroom floor.
Barelling towards the closed door, his mind filled with rage, he noticed something on the floor next to the dresser. Managing to real in his fury slightly he went to see what it was. It turned out to be a pair of shoes and a bundled up over coat. At the moment he really didn't care who they belonged to. He needed answers and he needed them now. He figured he'd probably be better off wearing these then just wearing his plane hospital gown. He may not have all his memories, or any memories for that matter, but he was convinced you couldn't pull off looking threatening with your ass hanging out of your dress. Donning the coat and shoes he set out to the deserted streets of the city, not once notecing the tattoo on his rist or the fact that his hand was bleeding from the impact with the mirror.

 

[krazykyotee]

He stood there on the curb, still taking in his surroundings. Everything had a sense of familiarity...and it didnt. Take this car parked to the right of him. He recognized the mechanics of it, knew how to use the doors and such, but any information such as the type or model, or manufacturer was a total blank. And what annoyed him the most was he SHOULD know...

A woman's voice broke the silence, drawing him out of his study of the car. He spun his head around, bringing his eyes to bear on her...

A flash of light filled his vision, a memory, a rememberace...only stronger. Him standing in the same spot, a warm comfortable evening, perfect for cruizing. Unlike now people are walking the streets, enjoying the evening, going about their business, just like any place would be on a night like this.

The same woman calls out the same words. Their eyes meet across the lanes of the street. He smiles as he takes in the looks of her. Dressed in a long coat, dark short hair slighty stirred in the
breeze. Dressed for a night out on the town, and maybe some mischief afterwards...

She smiles and crosses the street, the traffic almost syncronized to never pass close to her. The look in her eye is much more than friendly..

"Do I know you..." she chides, reaching and hooking a arm thru his, laughing and smiling as she does.

His mouth opens to reply and the bright light returns, the memory fading....

 

[badbabysitter]

the girl

'Are you okay' she says reaching out to the man

'Oh..I'm so sorry' she reached out to grasp him by his left hand and arm and her hand purchased nothing but sleeve when she grasped for his left hand

He seemd to totter for a moment and she looked up at him, their eyes meeting in a strange recognition.

'Yes..I do know you' she gently reached up and very softly ran her hand along his face.

Their was warmth and love in her eyes, and she saw the sadness in his. He was lost just as her. Maybe even more lost.

Thoughts flooded back

'There..there was a diner..just down the block..Luna's', she gasped in recognition

'I used to work there.. which wa s funny because..because..something about Luna..something about the moon..but we used to go there..and talk and talk and talk.. and then the others came..and we all used to meet there'

She looked down the block, a thousand yard stare as if trying to summon ghosts. The streetlight silhouetting her, her scar standing out like a shard of silver on her brow.

'It's just a greasy spoon..how do I know this..oh please lets go' she turned to her friend, at least she thought he was her friend.

She could sense his hesitation, so she did only what she could. She pulled him down by his jacket lapel and planted a strong kiss on him. And then she ran off down the street laughing

'If you want another..you'll have to catch me'

She ran through the streets elated at ..at..well knowing anything.

Luna's cafe, that was something.And there it was. A greasy spoon five and dime, like something out of that print..avenue of broken dreams. The big neon sign with the crescent moon on top with LUNA written horizontally below it.

She scatched her neck subconsciously looking at the sign. The man caught up with her as they stood outside looking.

It was in there, one night ..we all met..all of us..and..and..everything changed.. strange how concidence works..hell..if i knew what i was saying it would mean something'

she took her hand away from her neck. The man saw what she was scratching.

A black crescent moon tattoo on the nape of her neck.

 

[msboy8]

I was jerked awake. A voice, no two voices were yelling at me. I could not understand what was said. I tried to blink the sleep from my eyes.

I was aided by one of the men who slapped me hard on the face. Now that I could see better, I noticed something. I had never seen either of those two men. So why were they beating me up?

They ripped my cotton shift off and looked at my naked body. I could see no reaction in their eyes, obvously the sight of a naked man was not new or exciting to them. For my part, my cock was neither hard nor totally soft. I had no reaction to anything they had done.

The next thing they did was to grab my wrists. They pulled until I almost fell out of the bed. They looked closely at my wrists and read what was tatooed there. One of them snorted in disgust and they exchanged a few words. They abruptly let go of me and I tumbled onto the floor. The last I saw of them was their heels as they strode out the door.

Momentarily alone, I decided to take stock of my situation. Here I was naked in a small room. The small nightstand and the dresser inthe room were as bare as I was. Thrilling. I decided to look in the mirror and a stranger stared back at me.

He had bushy black eyebrows, on top of a rugged face with a scar on his left cheek and deep blue eyes. His body was toned and muscular by not overly so. Three little words popped into my head and I understood them, Was ist das?. Hmmmmm.

I heard a noise out in the hall and decided not to hang around. I slipped out on to the metal fire escape and entered the world naked as the day I was born.

 

[CollegeCutie]

Miss Brooks

"I'm here." she heard someone answer. She turned to the voice, a mixture of relief and fear showing on her face. A man dressed in a suit was slowly walking towards her, but his next words only confused her.
"They? What are you talking about, who are th--," but her words were cut short when he smiled...and everything turned white.

Another hallway.. that same disarming comfortable smile. He was in a tux.. very handsome.. he was walking to her.

"I think I managed to distract the paprazzi for now, your limo is waiting Ms. Brooks"

She strokes his face. "Oh Martin, how would I do without you?"

He blushes. "I think we'd all do pretty badly without each other" he then composes himself, "Speaking of which I think they're all waiting for us down at Luna's Diner."

Then everything faded back to reality and she found herself cupping his cheek as she had in the memory. Is that what it had been, a memory? Yes that had to be it. She struggled to put the pieces together. She knew who she was...well kind of. She knew her last name at least. And she knew who he was.

"Martin" she said, recognition showing in her eyes.

 

[krazykyotee]

He was broken out of then memory to the sound of her voice...

"Are you ok?" the concern evident in her voice.

The realization of a real person, the same sultry woman from his, flashback?, standing in front of him in the flesh still had him offbalance. Reaching as she had before, and not finding a hand to grasp, threw him off for a second as he thought back.

But i did have my hand, in the memory, he was sure of it.

He was only half paying attention whiel she spoke as he he still tried to figure things out. Was this a dream?

Her kiss brought him back to the present like being hit by a freight train. before he could start returning it she was off, running down the street.

"If you want another, you'll have to catch me."

He started after her, walking, jogging, then sprinting. Being with her gave a purpose, something to achieve, his first real "something" since waking in this blank city. Another chance to taste those lips didnt hurt either...

By the time he caught up to her, she was standing in front of a cafe. The Luna cafe, the one she mentioned. She was scratching her neck as she stared up at the neon sign, and he put his hand upto help her, but stopped short as he noticed the markings on the skin. A moon tattoo..in the same design as the neon sign.

She broke from her stare and turned her head first to his, then followed the arm down to the outstretched hand...

 

[poohlive]

It felt cinematic, almost surreal in its undertakings. He moved against her touch, loving it, comforting in it. It eased his mind, the hurricane of thoughts calming when she reached for him.

He felt himself move towards her, wrap his arms around her. He bent down, wanting to feel a kiss, her warm lips on his.

"I was looking for you," He said, to this stranger, to this lover... to someone who was both, and neither.

"I thought it was you... but I forgot. I don't know. I couldn't remember, only... only I wanted to remember. I wanted to find you there, beside me."

It made no sense, but it didn't have to.


Martin. Martin? He tested the name on his tongue, as if to try it out. Martin, an odd name, not a bad name necessarily. Was he Martin?

He had no other name, nothing else to describe himself. He had an image of a HE, and nothing more. Martin was as good as anything else.

"You called me... at least I think it was you. I remember getting a phone call, someone said they were coming, that they were here. Something happened."

Still in her arms, he turned back to the hallway, almost expecting people to be there, watching, waiting...

"Something bad happened."

 

[msboy8]

I slipped down the fire escape, trying not to slip, the fire escape was wet. It must have rained. When I got to the bottom, I stayed in the shadows.

I stubbed my toe and the words, Gott in Himmel, raced through my mind. Hmmmmmm. I almost stumbled over a pile of trash. It contained some clothes, so I put them on, a pair of shorts and a shirt. The shorts were a little tight and the shirt was dirty, but it was something.

I crept out of the alley, staying close to the buildings. Everything seems to be going fine, until I come under the streetlights. There I hear stifled laughter and people on the street start pointing at me.

I quickly look down and see that I'm wearing a pair of pink girls shorts and a dirty halter top. I stand stunned momentarily then run down an alley, stopping in the shadows at the end.

I wait until a man, walking slowly and alone, passes the entrance to the alley. I reach out, take him by the collar and pull him into the alley. A couple of rabbit puches lays him out unconcious. Taking his raincoat, I don it and exit the alley. Walking slowly down the street.

I must find out what is happening and who I am.

 

[msboy8]

I jerk awake, panting in a cool sweat. My sheets are soaked. I slip off my wet hospital robe and stand shaking my head. It all seemed so real.

I look in the mirror and see the same face as in my dream. But, I still don't recognize it. I dry myself with a towel I find in the bathroom.

Opening the closet, I find a set of clothes folded neatly on the floor and a trenchcoat hanging up. A men's hat hangs from a peg on the door.

I quickly get dressed and head out of the room. There is another door at the end of the hallway. The door opens in an alley. Putting on the hat and pulling the trenchcoats collar up tight, I step into the darkness.

As I enter the main streets sidewalk, I stop under a streetlight and check my wristwatch for the time. An unconcious movement, I realize that I must usually wear a wristwatch. Instead I see a number tattoed on my wrist. Now where did that come from and what does it mean?

 

[badbabysitter]

the girl..the others

OOPS..IGNORE

 

[badbabysitter]

the girl..the others

'P'

for those of you knowing what that means

IC

The three figures stepped around the body cautiously, two in black leather shoes, the third in black patent heels.

'Well..' , a fourth figure inquired from the shadows.

One of the the three knelt down at the figures side,. The body was of a thin man, almost on the verge of anorexic. He was bald with small tufts of hair. Blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

The figure touched the dead mans throat

'He's dead'

The two pacers stopped, the woman hissed in some strange sibilant tongue.

'Did he complete his mission' the figure spoke from the shadows.

The man kneeling by the body looked through the prone mans pockets. He pulled out a notebook and flashed it open.

'All but one accounted for, my liege'

'Vich von vas that' the figure sent animatedly , betraying his german accent

The kneeling man was hesitant in his answer

'VELL' the shadowed one demanded

'The maniac...'

The other two cursed out loud. The woman stepped forth towards the figure in shadows. She was a striking woman, all dressed in black.Red hair, green eyes, pale white skin. Could have easily passed for Miss Brooks in their physical similarity

'We must abort the project..this batch is tainted' she demanded

' We have seen something like this before..and we have dealt with it' he cooly responded

Yes, with the others..but never the maniac..you know his.. position' she paused

'Yes, dear Miss Brooks..but that is only a cause for alarm if the psychic is attuned, and we are in no danger of that'

'Never call me that name' she flashed incensed.

The two other figures almost chuckled, stifling it when she flashed a look of daggers.

'We will deal withthe maniac and get the project back on cycle..we have come too far to lose everything now..they were once an impediment, but since we batched them, they are completely managable..this..'

He motioned to the body

'this was a temporary setback..in this place we have all the time in the world'

She seemd somewhat cooled by his words and went to stand by his side

'Forgive my outburst my liege, it was not befitting one of my station'

'It is completely forgiven, over the years you have proven invaluable and skilled, I would not have you killed over a misjudgement..but if Hugo and Roger here dont dispose of late Victor..I may have to make an example'

tHE TWO MEN HASTILY WENT TO BUNDLING UP THE BODY AND CARRYING IT FURTHER INTO THE ALLEY

OOPS CAPS LOCK

'come now my dear..lets away....'

The two stepped into the alley..and into a yawning darness that swallowed them, then dissapeared

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the girl
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The sudden assualt on their senses staggered the two.

The girl was on her knees crying. When the man faced her, blood was streaming from her nose and tears we're rolling down her cheeks

in a shaky voice she squeaked out

'They're here'

 

[msboy8]

As I looked at my wrist something happened. A sound, starting as a low roar then becoming louder, a thousand sounds attacking me. My hands flew to my ears, trying to block the sound.

The sound continued, not affected at all. I realized the sound was in my head. It was a physical thing, attacking me. I could feel my heart pounding, pounding too much, threatening to leap out of my chest. My vison started to blur and I fell to my knees.

The sound fades and I feel alright. I stand up and wonder what the hell just happened.

 

[krazykyotee]

Pain. Neverending pain. Like Having a migraine headache and a heart attack in the space of a second. It was all he could do from crying out...and it was over. He opened his eyes and looked around for an attacker, some source of that pain. Maybe the end of this silent world. But nothing had changed...

No, now the woman was down on the ground, kneeling. He knelt down and turned her has to his, and was taken aback by the blood from her nose. Having nothing else, he used his coat cuffs to help wipe away the tears and blood.

"They're here." she said, barely above a whisper.

He looked up and down the street, putting a supportive armaround her shoudlers, "Who? Whos here?I dont see anyone...? Maybe we should get you inside.."

 

[badbabysitter]

the girl

'Thank you' she sniffled

She let herself be led inside to the diner. The door was unlocked.Not a suprise, everything here just seemed to be here for the taking.She snuggled in close to the man, finally feeling secure for the first time all night.

And this felt strangely right, what was supposed to be. To be here, with him.

They flicked on a light and the diner lit up. A cozy place with long windows that curved around the building where it sat on the corner.It was all in blue and gray, , and black and silver. Retro, stylish, comfy.

The man sat her dwon at a table and sat opposite her.

'Thank you once again..' she said dabbing at her face with a napkin, ' you have been so kind'

She embraced him with her eyes. There was such an innocence to him, and such a sense of loss.She reached out her hand across the table and took his right hand in her left.She smiled, the last of her tears fading.

'I'm sorry about that outburst..and I dont know about the nosebleed.. ' she laughed, ' I can honestly say thats never happened before to my knowledge..which spans the whole of an hour'

They quietly held hands for a minute, her ahnd so small in his.

She sighed.

'I do know this place..I work here..or at least I did.. a waitress and an occasional short order cook'

She wiped a last tear from her cheek

'Louie owns the place..he's the chef too..or so he calls himself..there are tow other waitresses and a dishwasher..but I cant rmember there names'

She looked back at the man

'I think we met here..its strange..buti'm picking up so many things..like I'm psychic about this place'

ooc..ooh mild clue, lol

She stopped

'oh, I'm babbling and I'm sure you dont need some silly girl babbling on..let me get some coffee..I could use some as well.

She got up before the man could protest. The kitchen and counter were empy, but well stocked. She put on a cup of coffee and brought back two crosiiants and some butter
.
'I dont know about you, but I ma starving..HERE HAVE ONE WITH ME'

 

[Kuldaboli]

The man who fell to earth. Cont.

Stalking through the coridor of the motel like a caged tiger he went from room to room, looking for any sign of life. Comming to a stairway landing he saw a plaque on the wall indicating he was on the second floor. So, he was faced with the choice of going up to the next floor or down to the ground floor. Figuring it'd be more likely to find someone downstairs, he took that option.
The lobby looked like it had been cut right out of a spooky ghost town movie. Complete with an open newspaper on the counter, a now, presumably, cold and stale cup of coffey next to it and a phone towards the end of the counter. His sight locked on the phone as if he'd just found the way to his salvation. Bolting for the simple comunication device, he grabed the reciever and placed it to his ear. The dial tone was steady and he lifted his hand to start dialing. And froze.
Who was he going to call? His mind raced trying to figure out who he could ask for help. The authoroties? They had an emergency number, right? If he could only remember it. He racked his brain trying to remember. Four digits. Right? Or was it five? Realizing his futile attempt at remembering anything, his frustration re-kindled his already boiling temper.
With a growl of frustration and fury he hurled the phone into the farthest wall, successfully ripping the cord out of the wall and smashing the offending device into bits.
Figuring there were no clues in this god forsaken place he opted to take his chances outside.
Bursting out through the front door he stepped out on to the deserted sidewalk. Looking around he found the dead silent suroundings disturbing. Picking a direction with a mental round of "Eenie, Meenie, Mynie, Mo", he started walking.
He hadn't taken more then 7 steps when he staggered as a thin painful screech filled his ears and made his eyes shake.
It sounded like a cat being draged across a thousand yards of broken glass, like tin foil chewed on sensitive fillings, like a thousand voices screaming out in an orchestra of pain and terror.
Covering his ears with his hands, he squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, trying desperatly to drown out the sound.
It sounded red, a harsh, vicious ugly red.
He clamped his hands harder over his ears. His lips parted in a silent cry of pain as his eyes teared up.
It filled his veins with ice and lead and made his head spin.
Stumbling he was barely able to keep his balance. His legs felt like jello. The struggle for balance was a battle he was destined to loose and he sunk to his knees.
His mind reeled..... like his ribs were bursting into a thousand pieces.
Desperate for release he did the only thing he thought would help rid him of the agony he found himself in. Taking the deepest breath he could muster, and fueled by his physical torment, his frustration, his fury and his confusion, he let out a gutteral, ear splitting, heart renching, primal scream. A scream that only someone in the most horrible agony imaginable could understand. A scream that left his vocal cords so raw, any man would have been surprised if they weren't bleeding.
Then, just like that, the sound he'd been trying to drown out stopped.
Slowly, his senses cleared. But he didn't dare remove his hands from his hears. He opened his eyes slowly and risked a glance around. The streets were still empty. The gray buildings still loomed over him. Everything was the same.
With a releace of a breath he didn't know he'd been holding he let him self fall on his side. Curling up into a protective ball and still covering his ears, he realized the birth of a new emotion that was quickly consuming him. For the first time since waking up in this strange farse of a world he did not feel confusion or frustration or fury. It was fear. Mind numbing, heart clenching fear. That sound had rocked him to his very core and he found himself litterally paralized.
Squeezing his eyes shut again he wished desperatly for all of this to be a dream. That soon he would wake up and everything, all of this would have been nothing more then a nightmare. But he knew this was real. As real as the asphalt he was lying on. As real as the physical pain he'd just gone through. As real as the terror that raged through his very being. This was not a dream.
"Help me." he sobed brokenly.
"Please. Somebody. Help me."