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Post by Krezley on Jan 5, 2012 17:11:47 GMT -5
City Lost in Time
The door to every building is locked. No one lives here. It's the remnant of a great empire... forgotten in the eternal spiral of time. Gating in, you find yourself in the center of the town, before a large clocktower; Clock Rione. The four entrances to the town are blocked by gates preventing people from leaving the area. The Northern Gate is the entrance to the steam empire in the background, but it's locked... forever, it seems.
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 10, 2017 16:13:53 GMT -5
Her back rests against one of the many locked doors of the nondescript apartment building in which she finds herself. One leg is pulled closed to her chest while the other is fully extended out before her on the ground. Limp head with pink hair casting a curtain over her countenance, a deep breath is taken as she attempts to find some peace of mind in all of the silence. The white gown the pink-haired female wears is filthy, full of holes, and covered in an ink-esque substance. Her skin is soiled by the dirt, as if she had made contact with the ground roughly during a fight, and her pink hair disheveled. From a distance, it is difficult to tell if she is alive or not from how still she is, albeit the subtle rise and fall of her chest.
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Level 20
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 10, 2017 16:36:31 GMT -5
Slaughter gates in. Then gates out. Then moments later, gates back in.
She looks over at the large clock tower. But her gaze only rests upon it fleetingly. Looks like every other fucking clock tower in the game. Is this supposed to be an entertaining setting? As she scans the rest of her environment before leaving again, she notices a tuft of pink hair attached to what she soon realizes is another player. She feels excitement well up in her belly for a moment. Her eyes narrow and she pivots to walk towards the player slowly.
Suddenly, she stops. Her mouth forms a slight grimace. She can sense that this player- although looking pathetically roughed up and like she's just lost a battle- is not like the typical weakling newbies that she loves to pick on. She continues to advance and with a quick cascade of her keyboard, deduces that this sad-looking player is at her level. She considers this for a moment, but is certain that this girl in her current state would be no match for her regardless.
"Hey," she says as she places one heel of her pink boot on the other girl's shoulder. "Do something entertaining."
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 10, 2017 16:49:19 GMT -5
The weight of the other's heel being placed upon her shoulder brings Lopper's frame to shift as she did not attempt to counter the weight the other woman placed upon her person nor did she respond to it immediately. Lifting her head up slowly, as if a struggle to do so, Lopper brings an expressionless face and deadened eyes upon the individual that is before her, the back of her head resting against the door. The white noise that fills Lopper's head did not allow for her to hear what it is that the other said but their body language speaks enough. Quietly, Lopper assesses the player before her. Just another Player Killer looking for a cheap thrill, she figured. Is that not the only reason unfamiliar faces ever show themselves to her anymore?
But, no, that could not be all. There is something else, something that she could not put into words, much like the same feeling that she has had festering inside of her that forewarns something indescribable. All of the familiar faces returning to [The World] at Her call, the fragments that shift at the corners of her eyes, and an ominous feeling. Could this female be at all related to any of it? Still, only silence and stillness comes from Lopper all the while.
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Level 20
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 10, 2017 17:03:26 GMT -5
Slaughter was expecting some semblance of a fight, an annoyed expression, anything. But instead she got nothing. Which of course, irritated her. Her mouth turns up into a psychotic smile, not unlike the way she grins in her life outside of the game when someone has made her agitated. She digs her boot into the girl's shoulder before kicking it forcefully. "I don't care if you're fucking dying. Give me your attention, now."
Dead servers, and now a dying girl. No entertainment to be found today. To think I'm putting off my work for this.
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 10, 2017 17:12:14 GMT -5
No reaction comes from Lopper as the other drives their foot into her shoulder in a violent way. It is almost as if Lopper is but a shell, almost as if Lopper is a fresh corpse! That thought is betrayed by the still subtle and controlled breathing Lopper possesses despite the rising intensity of the situation she finds herself in. The mess of a female could not help but sneer at the reflection before her, as if she is looking at herself from a past long since forgotten. Did she miss the memo? Is psychotic-in-pink a popular trope? It is a humorous thought that gives Lopper the strength to speak up finally above all the interference inside of her.
"Get your foot off of me," she speaks with an absent voice despite the emotion she felt building up inside of her. Lopper is beginning to realize that she has little control over herself, when others soil that which she had been given and cares so deeply for.
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Level 20
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 10, 2017 17:30:41 GMT -5
Slaughter lets out an audible "Oh?" and reflexively lifts her foot slightly off the girl's shoulder. She doesn't say anything quite yet, but her mouth once again curls into a smile. In one motion, she pushes off the girl's shoulder with her foot and into the air, and somersaults before landing on her two feet, legs spread apart, and nearly on top of Lopper. She viciously grabs a tuft of the girl's pink hair, lifts her dress up with the other hand, and pulls Lopper's face towards her underwear. "Eat it eat it eat it!!!" She cackles.
Slaughter wonders if she could steal anything good off this girl if she kills her. It doesn't look like she has much, so she opts for humiliation instead.
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 10, 2017 17:38:30 GMT -5
Lopper is not impressed by the somersault nor does she seem at all phased by the yanking of her hair in the other's childish sexualized antics. Lopper's countenance expresses no hint of enthusiasm or anger, as if she is completely detached from the situation at hand. At least, of course, at first.
Without warning, Lopper brings the leg whose knee is pulled close to her chest and kicks it forward to knock the other off of the ground in which they stand on. At the loss of balance, Lopper brings a hand up to the unfamiliar one's hand that grabs hold of her hair to yank their person into her own at the same time as the kick. End result? The child falls against Lopper who promptly wraps an overreaching arm around their character to secure them in a clinch to halt further attacks. "I am spoken for, she speaks in the same lifeless voice, "sorry." It is a curious response. The real question is, however, if the words are true or not.
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Level 20
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Female and I've made 1,504 posts
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 10, 2017 17:55:39 GMT -5
Slaughter laughs at this manipulation of her character. Aw cute, she's finally trying. She is still for a moment. In a way, she doesn't understand why this player is even trying although that is exactly the outcome she had wished for. This girl's demonstration of strength is but a bluff, she concludes. In her condition, she couldn't win a battle against someone half her level. Slaughter breaks her arms free from under Lopper's arm and grabs onto both sides of her head. She begins to bang it against the building that she is leaning against.
"Get fucked. We both know your HP is all but run out. Maybe you should start pleading instead. Eheh."
Slaughter didn't understand the girl's words, either. "I am spoken for". Isn't that how old grandmas used to tell others that they were chained and owned by a man? Was she beating up on an old grandma right now?
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 10, 2017 18:02:19 GMT -5
There is no immediate response to the unfamiliar one breaking out of her arms nor is there any audible distress that comes from Lopper as her head begins to be smashed against the door in which she had been resting on. "What. Is. It. That. You. Want. Child?" Lopper asks between the instances in which her head is smashed. Only a slight wincing of her eyes denoted pain, it is the only sign that the other has which says that Lopper is feeling much of anything. Surprisingly, Lopper realizes just how mature she is being in this situation. Should she not be horse fooling with the one who is on top of her like the child she remembers herself to be as well? Is this not suppose to be some twisted display of psychosis? How very out-of-character of Lopper, the pink-haired one thinks to herself.
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Level 20
I joined on January 1970, I am a proud Female and I've made 1,504 posts
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 10, 2017 18:16:22 GMT -5
Child? Damn, I am definitely beating up on a grandma right now.
Slaughter gives Lopper's head one last forceful bang against the door, just enough for blood to finally begin oozing out through her scalp, and then pushes hard off Lopper's breasts and into a standing position.
"I said that I wanted you to entertain me and you're not doing it. Tell me who was beating up on you before me. But only if it's interesting. If it's not, I'll kill you."
As she says this, Slaughter gives an anticipatory sigh. As if she already knows that this is going to be boring as hell. Then she's gonna have to kill this chick and then she'll be alone and bored again. Is there no-one in this world or the world outside of it who can truly fascinate her? Le sigggghhhhhhhhh.
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 10, 2017 18:28:09 GMT -5
The liquid that oozes from her scalp is black in its nature, much like the stains on her white gown. It is so dark in fact that it appears null with light not even casting a reflection upon it. Inhaling deeply to maintain her composure and not allow a sound of weakness to leave her person at the final strike in which the unfamiliar one gives her, Lopper closes her eyes in silence. "Them," she speaks finally as her head gestures to her left and the unfamiliar one's right.
In a mangled pile, almost as if placed through some kind of blender, lays a trio of corpses with limbs scattered around. The scene looks much like out of a horror film, it is easily forgettable to those who find themselves in a time of peace just how realistic [The World]'s damage system can be. Peace, however, was just a brief dream for Lopper.
Opening up an eye that is safe from the darkness that pours over her countenance, she peers at the unfamiliar one with a narrow deadened stare. "Something is happening so suddenly that I cannot discern, as if I have become a target." Her words drift, clearly in thought. Lopper cannot make sense of it herself, running through possibilities in her head as to what the return of so many players is and why her once found peace is now but a distant memory.
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Level 20
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 10, 2017 18:44:50 GMT -5
"Hah, that sucks," Slaughter says flippantly.
Slaughter wishes in a way that she could be a target of something. It would be entertaining and she could kill a bunch of shit. At her level, not many were much of a match against her. And after all, it is just a game. She thought that this girl was being rather dramatic about the whole ordeal. But hey, that's gaming. People get into that shit.
"At least you won," she added as she lifted up one of the deceased's limbs.
"Where did they come from? Are there more?" But more importantly, can I get something from them?
Suddenly, she was interested. Perhaps this would serve as a somewhat amusing quest where she could gain some cool stuff or at least level up some more.
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 10, 2017 18:51:13 GMT -5
Lopper watches the unfamiliar one play with the corpses in a naive way, smiling in a skewed manner at the sight. Lopper is curious if the players could feel the unfamiliar one's hands upon their person - or if they would ever feel much of anything ever again. Lopper could not say for sure, not that she truly cared! "I was hoping that you would be able to tell me their origin, for I believed you to be one of their own." Lopper's body slumps, shifting to the side and threatening to fall flat against the ground almost. One of her arms weakly wraps itself around her person, as if in pain. "There will always be more," she speaks in a whispered breath.
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Level 20
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 10, 2017 19:16:47 GMT -5
"I don't associate with anybody on here," she says quickly. "So I wouldn't know where they're from. "
It was the truth, too. Slaughter was a stereotypical lone wolf player killer on [The World]. During the day, Sloane Slaughter was emotionally drained by people. In medical school you are constantly dealing with patients, colleagues, and the residents and attending physicians that you must answer to. This place was her one guilty pleasure, her one escape from perfection and from others. In this place she was free to dominate others and received little push back. It was perhaps a method of displacement, a defense mechanism which she used to deal with stress. She might have had friends in this game many years ago. But that was before she decided that they were all fucking losers.
Without warning, a familiar visage appeared in her thoughts. It belonged to the resident physician that she answered to at the hospital, Hiram Edwards. What would he think of her playing this silly game all damn day in her pajamas, stuffing her face with a pan pizza and Dr. Pepper? What would he think of her antics and the way she harasses other players? What would he think of this fucking pauper-ass looking girl with the pink hair? He wouldn't give a damn about any of it. He doesn't think of you.
How had her thoughts wandered off this far? Slaughter tilted her chin up slightly as she was once again oriented to her virtual surroundings. "I guess I won't kill you then. If you're their target then you're all I need to attract a little fun around here." Slaughter scowled. She had irritated herself to the point of violence once more. She wanted nothing more than to unleash her built-up aggression on anything at all, be it NPC or otherwise.
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 11, 2017 4:36:34 GMT -5
Lopper's body falls onto the ground, a hiss of air escaping her person as she finds her way onto her back. Focusing on taking deep breaths to maintain a clear head and fight through the pain, Lopper brings the hand that is not nursing her side up to her face to block her yellow eyes from the little light that surrounds the two that she now finds to be blinding. Lopper scoffs at the unfamiliar one's 'kind' offer, finding it funny how the other assumes she even has a chance to kill her. Good! Lopper is glad the other is so naive to believe as such for it should prove an interesting test of character, when the time does come.
The interference in Lopper's head only continues to grow, the static noise becoming quite overwhelming over time. "How kind of you," she speaks weakly as her back arches slightly off of the ground then. Through the noise, through the pain, Lopper finds something indescribably familiar about this situation and the individual across from her who happens to be an ally currently. Was this not like how it was, back during the beginning of everything? What is going on in [The World]? Why will it not speak to her anymore?
Spreading her fingers slightly to allow for an yellow eye to rest upon the features of the unfamiliar one, Lopper lays there in silence and studies her person from where she lays. Is it curiosity? Is the overwhelming pain clouding her thoughts? There is a softness in her eyes then, as if the other's presence made her feel something she again is unable to describe. Much like a child, Lopper shifts her vision before shutting her eyes and closing the gap between her fingers.
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Level 20
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 11, 2017 20:25:39 GMT -5
Slaughter narrowed her eyes at the hint of sarcasm in Lopper's voice. She probably didn't think she could or would cause any harm to her. People had a tendency of doing that to Slaughter. They underestimated her sheer hostility, and her anger. She couldn't blame them, really; physically, Slaughter looked as sweet as cotton candy. How much aggression and hatred could a girl with pigtails and a frilly pink dress harbor? Turns out, quite a fucking lot.
Should she do something to get this show on the road? Lopper was laying there practically fucking dead and couldn't exactly lead her to any excitement in her current state; however, if she gave her something to restore her health, then she wouldn't have the upper hand anymore. There was a beat of silence as Slaughter weighed her options.
"Does the door behind you open?"
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Level 20
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 12, 2017 4:21:36 GMT -5
Lopper scoffs at the unfamiliar one's inquiry? Does it open? Who does this blonde chick believe she is talking to? "It is not suppose to..." Lopper speaks with words that drift off into the sound of a lock disengaging itself nearby. The door behind Lopper slowly shifts open, darkness all that the unfamiliar one is able to see from the outside. Would she even catch onto what Lopper just did in that moment? Or is her mind so warped and wrapped around violence that she would not be aware of it at all? Or perhaps something so minuscule, in the deplorable state [The World] is in and has been in for some time, makes an action such as this not noteworthy in the least.
Lopper lets out a breath, shaking her head as she continues to lay there upon the ground. All she wished to do is simply collect her thoughts, pain is something she has learned to live with. There is too much going on that she still cannot make heads or tails of, there is too much going on that she needs to be able to make sense of. It is not easy, being in the dark like she is, when she use to be aware of all matters and all things.
Talk to me, Lopper thinks to herself. Please, just say something!
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Post by Slaughter on Nov 12, 2017 21:15:40 GMT -5
"I've heard stories about this place. [The World] endlessly holds my interest."
Slaughter lifted one pink boot and casually stepped over Lopper's writhing body. She placed one hand on the frame of the door and paused before passing through. "One of my nerdy colleagues told me a story about a girl who was permanently blind from a devastating, progressive congenital disorder. A girl who was supposedly able to see again in this game."
Another pause.
...what would that feel like? To suddenly be inside of a world where the thing you want the most can come to fruition... Something you've pined for always... Something...that others take for granted each day? When Slaughter was a child she came down with severe meningitis that caused a sudden paralysis of her extremities. The nervous system is unlike any other system in the body; all of the abilities that it affords us as humans can be taken away so instantaneously. Slaughter couldn't walk or even feel much during that time; she lived inside of a nightmare for several months, but she eventually regained all function. What must it be like to have to go a lifetime without?
"If it were me, I would never leave. I would stay forever."
Slaughter laughs, "I've also heard of people getting stuck here. The blind girl...supposedly she wanders around [The World] searching for somebody with the answers on how to stay here permanently. I mean, I don't know that I necessarily believe this shitty excuse of a ghost story...but I dunno, I guess it's cool to think about a place like that existing."
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Post by ♛ L0PP3R ♛ on Nov 13, 2017 3:21:20 GMT -5
Lopper, like the kind and polite individual that she is, make sure she averts her eyes when the unfamiliar one steps over her person with little disregard to her health or their dignity. With all of the wild and sexually charged actions the unfamiliar one has displayed towards Lopper, it is easy for the pink-haired one to deduce that this one is quite troubled. Lopper definitely knows a thing or two about being troubled, if she could say so herself. In fact, if you look up the word 'trouble' in the dictionary, next to it would be 'Lopper'. You get the point.
The room in which Slaughter steps into is graphically unfinished and nearly unfurnished. All that there is his a hardly rendered love seat, a kitchen table with three poor excuses for chairs, and a television floating without a television stand. For something that should not exist, someone cared enough to give the appearance of living from the outside in.
"Is that so?" Lopper inquires, now resting against the door frame with her shoulder propped against it for support. You should be careful what you wish for, Lopper thinks to herself in a very monstrous way that she takes a moment to recognize and squash. Where did that awful notion come from? Visibly shaking her head, her disheveled hair falling over her countenance, she uses a hand to fix her bangs and expose her yellow eyes upon the unfamiliar one once more. "It is not a narrative about an apparition, what you speak of is true." There is nothing but seriousness upon her face and in her tone.
"But I agree," she says suddenly as her body begins to rejuvenate its health rapidly, "I would stay forever too - if I could."
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