Post by maximum on Apr 7, 2006 2:02:01 GMT -5
Ahh! *stretches* That's much better! The combined events of my Roleplay folder overflowing and my parents forcibly removing my password has left me no other choice but to move all my junk-er, interesting stuff-into here. Enjoy!
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((This is my evil scientist/Hunter I sometimes use in Lab or Future roleplays. He's a new idea and still developing, however. This intro is about as far as I've got.))
Discretion was absolutely crucial. How the situation rose to such dangerous heights he could only guess, but he knew that the “human error” had been removed. The “human error” that had allowed the young futures of humankind escape from the Institute. And it was now his responsibility to get them back. Aaron Stone was once a scientist, but now he was an accomplished Hunter, and he understood the role he was playing for the future of mankind. In fact, he felt privileged. But the government didn’t have the foresight of the scientists and doctors that had sculpted these magnificent beings. They wouldn’t understand. They /couldn’t/ understand. Not yet. That’s why it was crucial that the specimens had to be returned to the Institute, or put to sleep.
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And here is my delightful rat Sally, hiding from our cat. Seriously. Holly looks like she's in a trance every time she sees it.
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((Yet another intro, my luffable Avia (*huggles*) running from the labspeople. Will post more info soon.))
A little girl was running through the park, dodging the tall unyeilding trunks, her brown hair flying behind her. She was wearing a white hospital robe that looked like it’d been dragged through a muddy field and back again. She looked no older than the age of twelve, but she was already running for her life. Choking back sobs, she ran even harder, faster, but she lost her balance and fell. Scratched and bruised, she got up again and looked around. There had to be a way out! Her finely tuned hearing caught the sound of army boots sloshing through the mud and grass. She ran again, her thin ballet slippers somehow gripping the rain-slicked ground. She rounded a corner, weaving through more and more trees. Then she stopped. There was a tall fence, with razor-wire on top. Gasping for breath, she put her hands on her knees. She heard the army boots again. It was too late to turn back now. Taking a few steps back, she ran at the fence. When it looked like she was going to run through it, she spread her wings. Ten feet across and pure white. Then she flew.
((Note to self: rewrite last section.))
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((This is my evil scientist/Hunter I sometimes use in Lab or Future roleplays. He's a new idea and still developing, however. This intro is about as far as I've got.))
Discretion was absolutely crucial. How the situation rose to such dangerous heights he could only guess, but he knew that the “human error” had been removed. The “human error” that had allowed the young futures of humankind escape from the Institute. And it was now his responsibility to get them back. Aaron Stone was once a scientist, but now he was an accomplished Hunter, and he understood the role he was playing for the future of mankind. In fact, he felt privileged. But the government didn’t have the foresight of the scientists and doctors that had sculpted these magnificent beings. They wouldn’t understand. They /couldn’t/ understand. Not yet. That’s why it was crucial that the specimens had to be returned to the Institute, or put to sleep.
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And here is my delightful rat Sally, hiding from our cat. Seriously. Holly looks like she's in a trance every time she sees it.
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((Yet another intro, my luffable Avia (*huggles*) running from the labspeople. Will post more info soon.))
A little girl was running through the park, dodging the tall unyeilding trunks, her brown hair flying behind her. She was wearing a white hospital robe that looked like it’d been dragged through a muddy field and back again. She looked no older than the age of twelve, but she was already running for her life. Choking back sobs, she ran even harder, faster, but she lost her balance and fell. Scratched and bruised, she got up again and looked around. There had to be a way out! Her finely tuned hearing caught the sound of army boots sloshing through the mud and grass. She ran again, her thin ballet slippers somehow gripping the rain-slicked ground. She rounded a corner, weaving through more and more trees. Then she stopped. There was a tall fence, with razor-wire on top. Gasping for breath, she put her hands on her knees. She heard the army boots again. It was too late to turn back now. Taking a few steps back, she ran at the fence. When it looked like she was going to run through it, she spread her wings. Ten feet across and pure white. Then she flew.
((Note to self: rewrite last section.))