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Post by .:Mink:. on Jan 9, 2008 20:02:00 GMT -5
New moon. Late afternoon.
If there was anything Meep loved more than smack, it was--okay, so maybe there was nothing he loved more than smack. But he also loved being an asswipe and making people get mad at him. God knows why. This random obsession with showing off, misusing his abilities, etc etc, was the reason why he had ended up in this place. It was a dark atmosphere, heck, it was a dark place, but there were neon lights in some places. Those hurt his eyes, so he had to keep them closed. Did that stop him? Of course not!
Every one of his enemies went down. No matter how good they thought they were, how skilled at aiming, firing, retreating... Not a single one eluded Meep. He shot down every one of them. With each shot that hit, forth from his opposers came a screech of despair; music to the werewolf's large ears. For this reason, he drew out their demise; he would shoot, hit dead-on, then go back into hiding while his teammates took their own shots. Of course, they weren't as good as him. They couldn't be. They were all human. Because of that, it was a good thing that the area was dark, else they would see his ears and tail and run away screaming bloody murder. It wasn't like he wanted to hurt them! That is, except for the enemy squad. Those bastards were going down. As did every team that he had faced all day. This, though, was probably the most aggravated bunch; most of them were shouting angrily at the fact that they were all dying and that the opposite team--Meep's--was in perfect condition. He couldn't help it that he knew where every single one of them was! And when he held that gun, it was like he was holding a needle in a vein. It was impossible to resist the urge to inject the heroin; to pull the trigger. Human or not, food or not, friend or not, they were so dead. Meep did a good job of letting this be known to the public when he dove out from behind the plastic barrier and managed to tag every person on the opposing team with the invisible lasers that came forth from his [also plastic] gun.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 9, 2008 20:58:29 GMT -5
Samuel Timothy stood in the long line of laser tag, waiting for someone to get hit the set amount of times, which was about ten, so that he could play. He was around the fourth person in line, and from the sounds of chaos inside, it wouldnt be long before another player got out. Two seconds, to be exact, for he could feel a sudden jolt of surprise and anger as one of the humans got hit the last time. He listened further, spreading his mind so he could feel all those in the fray. But as he did it becamed jumbled and loud, making the teen get a headache. He withdrew his thoughts, waiting until he was closer, and hopefully in.
Why was he here, anyway? Sam questioned himself. He didnt usually engage in violent games... Then he remembered. He had spotted a free ticket on the street, stooped to pick it up, then noticed the place was only a block away. Sam closed his eyes, sighing and grooming through his dark purple hair with his long, nimble fingers. Fingers of a craftsman, many would say. A pink hair clip was in the left side of his hair, holding back his feathered soft bangs. On the right side, however, his hair was layered so that it naturally spiked out to the side. His bangs went down to his nose, while the rest ended at around the middle of his neck. He opened his light brown eyes once more, sucking air in again. Sam was stressed. He had been so all day, unable to string his new designs together with the practiced ease he usually could.
Sam was garbed very oddly compared to the rest of the people in line, tons of questioning eyes were locked onto him. He was 23 years old, though he looked abnormally younger and had no hint of shaving at all-- a strange ability of his, he could grow and stop his hair from growing whenever he wanted. But they didnt know that. Anyway, he was wearing his usual pair of rectangle black glasses, which had white poka-dots on them. He wore a dark green shirt with pink stripes going through the chest area. On top of that he wore a maroon jacket with pink sleeves and collar. On the back of the jacket was a stool of thread and a needle, done in pink. Below the first shirt stuck out a dark purple shirt, and he wore tight light jade pants with scissor degins on them. A checkered black and white belt was strapped to his waist, and for shoes he wore purple converse with yellow poka-dots. Tons of bracelets covered his arms, things like peace signs and such the most common. One gold looped earring hung in his right ear, and his nails were painted bright orange. A huge, black case was hung over his shoulder and behind his back. It appeared to have some instrument or other in it. Overall, it was a sight that you wouldnt easily forget. They kind of looked like girls clothes, and Sam himself looked a bit on the feminine side.
A squeaking sound was uttered from his pocket; the teen's hand reached in to stroke the soft white fur that awaited him. Calm down, Jeffery, he thought, sending his thoughts down to the little rat. Instantly he seemed to calm down, for there was no more squeaking.
"Hey you! You gunna go in or what?" The voice of a fat man with a bucket full of money and tickets sat on a chair in front of him. "You got money?" Sam quickly shook his head and handed over the ticket. The man grunted, but urged him in anyway-- of coarse the teen had to first put down his gigantic case, garb himself with the nessesary gear, but soon enough he walked into the field, hefting his plastic gun.
Immediately his mind fanned out, pinpointing the sources of everyone in the room. Sam darted to hide somewhere where he was sure he wouldnt be spotted. Something was bothering him. One of the players seemed to stick out from the rest. Their mind was difficult to read, but the feelings were those of a happy overjoyed insanity. And he was close. Sam rolled over to the side, leaped up, and shot his laser right on target.
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Post by Failure on Jan 10, 2008 16:58:07 GMT -5
[[CAN I JOIN IN!?!? D:]]
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Post by .:Mink:. on Jan 10, 2008 18:47:44 GMT -5
[[ Errr... well... it was gonna be plot-building for Meep an Sam... ]]
Being that Meep was totally pwning the other players, he was kind of on a high. This was unlike that which came over him when his stuff made him ridiculously happy. This was just a regular happiness that people got when they beat down others. It was human nature. Although it was kind of obvious that he wasn't 100% human.
Of course, one can't exactly focus when on a high, so it was [an understatement] quite a surprise when Meep heard a noise that his tag vest omitted. That noise was reserved for those who were hit. It couldn't be, it shouldn't be, how could it-- And the lights on the vest flashed once, twice, signifying and confirming that he had been hit. A screech came forth from the teen, a horrible sound that probably hurt the ears of everyone present. The albino boy immediately fell over and started writhing like a dying bug. His screech didn't seem to lose its bite, nor his lungs air.
"AAAAAAAAH!" Meep screamed, his voice hoarse and more of a rasp than usual. He didn't cease thrashing around and hit the plastic barriers that defended his team's side in certain places. "SHOT! OH NOES! POSSUM IS.. DY-..ING... GURRGGHH!"
Some of the humans, mostly the opposing team, cackled at the fact that the guy who was killing everyone off finally got what was coming to him. Some screamed because they couldn't stand his screaming. Others still started yelling at him, particularly, "YOU GOT TAGGED ONCE. ONCE[/B]!" and "IT'S JUST A GAME! YOU'RE NOT GONNA DIE."
Meep, on the other hand, seemed to seriously think that he was dying a slow and painful death. He continued to throw his fit for a while, then eventually gave one final gurgle and ripped off his vest. Briefly following that, he ran out the emergency exit sobbing, causing the lights to blare on and the sprinkler system to drench the players still inside. More angry shouts ensued.
Outside, it had gotten dark enough that no one would notice a wolf tail or wolf ears on the white-haired boy. He didn't stop running even after he turned the corner into an alleyway. In his haste, he tripped over God-knows-what, most likely his own feet, and twisted in the air before landing in a position that would have broken the back of almost anyone else. His lower jaw, neck, and arms were flat against the pavement, while his torso was twisted into the air and his legs sticking straight up, save the lower half, bent at the knees so that his feet dangled above his head. The strange boy didn't seem injured--more dazed than hurt. The only hurt he did show was the emotional torture that he was enduring for letting himself be shot. Come to think of it, the guy who had fired that shot was peculiar the way he had moved... He was different than the other players. Meep hadn't been able to predict his moves. Perhaps that was why he had gotten him.
Not bothering to straighten himself up, or even sit for that matter, he reached up with his right hand and snagged something out of his pocket. With that, he proceeded to jab his left arm with what he had produced from the pocket; a needle filled with who-knew-what. After he had emptied the contents of the syringe into his vein [strangely enough, he still hadn't moved out of the awkward position and so had not been able to see what he was doing], he tossed it aside and whipped out a bandaid, then tacked that over the prick on his skin. When all this was over with, he sighed in what was a creepishly happy manner, then pretty much just sat/lay/whatevered there and stared off ahead [and up] of himself blankly. A crooked smile was plastered to his white face.[/size]
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Post by Failure on Jan 10, 2008 19:11:30 GMT -5
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Post by .:Mink:. on Jan 10, 2008 19:29:05 GMT -5
[[ Meep is bisexual. It will get interesting anyway. D; ]]
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Post by Failure on Jan 10, 2008 20:05:06 GMT -5
[[But Newton's REALLY gay]]
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 10, 2008 20:22:42 GMT -5
The sudden screech that filled the air was unbearable for Sam's sensitive ears. Especially the wave of agony that he felt, it disrupted his whole mind radar, blocking out everything else. The teen doubled over in agony and dropped his laser gun, screaming himself. It was unbearable. The person-- he wasnt even sure if he was a person-- acctually thought he was dying. Mixes of fear, agony, and maybe even hatred, what that person was feeling, was filling Sam's own mind, kind of like a song turned up at full volume. He couldnt think, he could barely remember to breathe. All the purple-haired teen could do was curl up into the fetal position on the floor and cover his ears, like that would help, screaming his heart out. It lasted almost three minutes, quite close to the mark. Jeffery was scrambling around inside his pocket, probrably close to going deaf from the noise.
Then suddenly the screeching, grating noise stopped. Ended, just like that. The feelings were still there, though they had tuned down a bit. The sound of the screaming was still ringing in his ears and probrably would be for a good long time, but he could still hear his victim as he tore off his vest and raced out of the emergency exit. Water rained down on him, making his hair damp.
"Oh my god," he said in a ticked off voice that sounded suspiciously like a prep's. "I spent all mourning blowdrying that!" He looked down at his hands. A nail was split in half, probrably from it falling on top of the plastic trigger. "No, not my nail!" he sobbed, burying his face in his hands. Sam tore off his vest as had the other teen, getting up and running back to grab his giant case. The game manager shouted after him as he ran back into the game room, running past all the players, who were now shouting strings of curses at him and the other guy, who was long gone. Still worked up over his broken orange nail and his now wet hair, the teen burst out the emergancy door himself. Jeffery was squeaking frantically in his pocket, reading Sam's feelings and thoughts.
Upon exiting the laser tag building, which had done nothing to improve his mood at all, the brown-eyed colorfully garbed teenager half ran and half walked dejectedly down the sidestreet. Even though it was pretty dark, the fact that he wasnt 100% human let him see better than a normal person could. Coincidentially [or was it?] he turned down the same alley Meep had. Considering the fact that he was looking down and trying desperately to distract his mind, which was oddly still full of that person's feelings, he didnt notice what was in front of him until he tripped right over it, flying forward and over and landing hard into a trash can.
Ouch. Pain filled Sam's head, and he finally broke out into that headache that had been waiting to breach him all day. He groaned, gingerly turning himself over so that he was on his back. His hands were bruised from the fall, and now Jeffery was almost delerious in his pocket. Lucky he hadnt landed on him. After mentally humming the rat's favorite song and inducing sleep upon it, the purplette was finally aware of the other human not far away from him. Samuel's eyes flashed wide open, and he stared up through his glasses and at the darkening sky. His heart beat quickened, almost waking Jeffery up again. Whoever was next to him was the exact same person he had shot-- he could feel it. His mental waves of feeling and thought functioned exactally the same, except now there was something different about the guy. He was high.
"What's your name?" Sam asked in a voice that was still preppy-- he obviously hadnt been faking it before. He realised how stupid that question was, he shouldnt be asking that. "Oh god, forgive me. Are you okay?" He fingered his pink hairclip, hoping the guy hadnt overdosed or something. By reading his mental waves, however, he was sure he knew the answer.
[ Maybe we could fit Newton into the plot too? ]
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Post by .:Mink:. on Jan 11, 2008 5:51:52 GMT -5
Meep didn't quite notice anyone else's presence until said one was right next to him, also on the ground. Woah. What a surprise.
"This one's name is Meep," he said immediately following Sam's inquiry, displaying reflexes that were most likely inhuman. Then his tail started wagging ferociously. Okay, definitely inhuman. "Hiiii," the teen grinned, sending a wave in Sam's direction. The wave turned into an accusing point and Meep's face hardened into a negative one as if he were about to yell at Sam for shooting him [he noticed that he was indeed the one], but, instead, he noticed Sam's hands when he reached up to his hairclip. The nail on the tip of said pointer finger was covered with black. "THAT ONE PAINTS HIS NAILS TOO!" the albino screamed in a similar tone to what he had used in the laser tag room. When not screaming, his voice was kind of messed up on its own--less of a slur than a lot of high people might have, and relatively deep, but he spoke rather fast and something about him gave it a higher pitch, a.. an insane note. Normal people would probably run away from this guy just hearing him talk. His tail, white as his skin, was still wagging. Occasionally, it brushed the top of his head, seeing as he still hadn't bothered himself to get out of the awkward position. That changed, though, when his ears, having heard a rustle that netiher he nor the other boy had made, gave a twitch. From there he immediately twisted around and let his legs fall down so that he was lying on his stomach. It wasn't long before he got on all fours...
... And proceeded to sniff Sam as if Meep were a police dog trying to determine whether or not this was the convict he was looking for. This doesn't mean he got a quick whiff of the boy's scent; oh, no. No, no, no, he sniffed all over the poor guy, even in some slightly awkward places. He didn't stop until he came upon a pocket. A pocket with something in it. Something alive. Meep didn't exactly waste time before he yanked out said alive something by the scruff of its neck. Mind you, using only his teeth. He didn't seem to want to hurt what he had pulled out--a rat to be precise--but rather was just curious about it. His eyes crossed so that he could get a good look at the small creature.
"Wus hz nim?" the boy asked through a mouthful.
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 11, 2008 11:52:21 GMT -5
[ Minkie me and Kreestal had an idea for the plot for Sam, Meep, AND Newton. Cause originally it was gunna be Sam and Newton... But anyway.
Sam would be one of the Dog Soldiers, but he's a runaway. Like, he used to be with them but then quit because he didnt know what he had gotten himself into and didnt want to kill anyone-- even weres-- anymore. But the Organization doesnt like letting members leave without killing them. (btw Kaitie's idea still comes into the Dog Soldiers thing but that's another subject altogether which we can talk about once I'm out of school.) So basically Sam is trying to hide from them, which is pretty hard.
Meep and Newton could become friends with Sam. Meep is of coarse eventually going to end up joining the Dawn-- we need to make a reason why he does this instead of joining Twilight with Newton and Sam, of coarse. We were thinking that Newton would run down the alley and trip over Meep like Sam had, landing on Sam and... Well you'll see C:. So then they'd all become friends... But then they meet Ammy. And Newton... umm, you'll see again, and then like maybe Ammy could like not like something about Meep and send him away. Or try killing him and Meep would run away anyway. Yeah. That's all we got so far. But you see, all three of them come into this. ]
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Post by .:Mink:. on Jan 11, 2008 16:23:23 GMT -5
[[ -shrug- Yeah, sure, that works.
... Ammy will probably make up an excuse about not wanting to deal with any more druggies x'D ]]
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Post by Failure on Jan 11, 2008 18:06:56 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300][[I'll make it short and kinda sweet]] Newton. Newton was the name of the short 23 year old... man? Garbed in a unusual array of clothing much like the other male laying on the ground next to the other male. What an interesting day, and what a coincidence, two- no three werewolves, (Two gay, one bi, just a whole posse of fa- darling homosexuals) okay well anyways, back to the subject, and the very unrealistic plot Henry designed. "What a great day, almost as great as I am!- BAM" ENOUGHER POLE!? It /was/ indeed a great day, but he in fact was very worried that his face was dearly disfigured. He needed glasses, but he refused to hide his big hazel eyes behind something that would proboally clash with his outfit. Yes, his outfit, took all of 10 minutes to put together, something along the lines of a midnight purple vest with a multitude of lighter stitching/embroitery, (Spelling is not my strong point ) and not to mention his tight dyed-leather pants and much much much much more. Of course as he clomped along in a high-heeled boot hurry he hit a few more poles, then... something unusual, also /landing/ in something much more unusual, especially where his face wa-[/glow]
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 11, 2008 22:36:07 GMT -5
[ Please no type like thet again. My eyes hurt. @_@ ]
Sam stopped abruptly in the process of combing through his wet hair, staring at the albino before him. Now that he looked closely, the guy did have paint on his nails. Wow. He'd always thought he was the only one who liked nail polish. He'd have to learn from that-- dont jump to conclusions. Even after having been able to read the minds of people for a bit, he still liked to pretend he was normal. Except when he accidentally answered someone's thoughts. That just creeped said person out, which made the brown-eyed boy sad all over again. He didnt know if he was sad or happy right now. He guessed in between. He wasnt happy because there wasnt really anything to be happy about, and he wasnt sad because he wasnt alone. Sam must've found a mid-way point somewhere along his mental highway. And apparently someone else's mental highway brought them to a start.
The purplette blinked as he heard the thoughts buzzing through 'Meep's' mind, which gave him only an instant to know what was going to happen before it acctually happened. And it was kind of disturbing. Before he could rightly say what exactally was happening, the albino was on all fours and sniffing him everywhere. Like a dog. Now that the guy was acctually in view, something became very, very noticable: he had ears and a tail! A sickening wave plummeted down his spine, and he almost didnt notice as Meep pulled out Jeffery. A werewolf! What worse trouble could he have gotten himself into? Old memories-- painful memories he had stored away in hopes of them being forgotten came rushing back like water bursting from a dam. Samuel deftly squirmed away from them, not wanting to think about it now. The white rat was squeaking in pure terror, looking as if he was about to have a stroke.
"Jeffery!" Sam gasped, reaching out with his long fingers and deftly detatching Meep's teeth from the rat's soft fur. Jeffery stared up at him with pleading beady eyes, his nose twitching as if he had been crying and was now trying to sniff the boogers back up where they came from. The purple-haired teen gently stroked the rat's fur, then put him back in his pocket-- where the long-limbed werewolf would hopefully not try to get him again. "He's my--"
That sentence was abruptly cut off, as something completely unbelievable and certaintly unexpected happened. Suddenly a huge something landed on Samuel Timothy, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to thud back against the trash can. The person's mental radar reached him, but he had no time at all to even understand the guy's feelings as suddenly something was against his face and lips. Oh me, oh my. Were those also lips? I hope it's not a she, the purplette prayed silently, then opened his shocked eyes. Unfortunately his glasses must have fallen off, because all he could see in front of him was an unfocused blob.
"Oom ah grril?" he mumbled through all the lip; he couldnt get the he or she or whatever off of him, so he might as well talk through the he or she or whatever. Sam hoped they didnt mind.
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Post by Failure on Jan 13, 2008 13:16:30 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300][[Shush, it makes it look like I typed more, and sorry it took so long. Also, Newton is not big, he should be able to lift him off XD'' ... he only weighs like 90 or 80 lbs]]
Newton was slightly dazed, and very comfused as to his face's new host. The knock-down sure did take the energy out of him, but he managed to force open his stigmatismed eyes to meet his newly found foe. How dare he call me a female! His thoughts angrily retaliated towards the mindreader, but of course he didn't know that. (By the way, why exactly is his power suspiciously like Melissa's? Scott Westerfeld would be highly dissapointed XD) ANYWAYS. Sorry people. He was shocked and not too highly discusted for a 22 (?) year old man, so he just layed there for awhile longer like a teen awaiting a very long dreadful day of school ahead of him. Finnially he was forced in anguish to push himself up, landing a very purposeful slap on the man's face, hoping it left a mark he went to fix his firey red hair with a small, shakey hand. [/glow]
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 13, 2008 18:59:41 GMT -5
[ I have no clue why, I made his profile before I read it and then was like "Oh this is ironic" when I came to Melissa. Rofl. Yes. He would dissaprove. ]
Newton's angry thoughts were finally able to reach through the confusion of Samuel Timothy's mind, giving him a needed answer. His liplocker was in fact a guy! The purplette had hit a jackpot, he would've had to wash his mouth for a few days if it had been otherwise... Hey, he kissed good even when he wasnt trying. That sure was a plus. But as for how he looked... Well, he was light, but all Sam could see right now without his glasses was a bright red blob. So he had red hair? Another plus. Bet it wasnt natural though.
Abruptly the guy on top of him pulled himself away from his lips. Sam sucked in a breath-- he had been suffocating-- but that turned into a scream as he was slapped. Tears came to his eyes. Wow, what a wimp. Sam covered his face with his hands, a red hand mark imprinted clearly on it. He rocked back and forth, sobbing.
"My face!" he cried. "My beautiful face!" His purple hair really was a mess now. And on top of that his glasses were no where in sight! I'm afraid that was pun intended. "Where are my glasses?!" He blindly bitchslapped Newton back, hoping the redhead was still in range. Maybe Meep would stab him with his heroin.
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