R E B I R T H [Complete]
Characters: Parano, open to anyone who wishes to drop in
Content: Parano wakes up in Manhattan, throws up, and proceeds to have a temper tantrum.
Location: Alley way in the Soho neighborhood
Time of day: Late morning, a little before noon.
Warnings: PUKE.
His eyes were wide open but all he saw before him was a suffocating blanket of darkness. The pains shooting through his entire body were red hot, reminding him that it was still there and very much intact. He was sure his mouth was open, but no sounds of screaming were heard. There was only a loud, head-splitting ring blaring in his ears. The world around him felt as if it was moving; spinning round and round. He tried moving a finger, but the pain was paralyzing. Any form of thought was violently being forced out of his mind by the sharp static pains screaming through his head. The intensity of it all was excruciating, but not enough to make him lose consciousness. This was unbearable.
The fact he was blinded did not help matters. The uncertainty of where he was or what was causing him such agony struck him with unimaginable panic and terror.
It was then that little red speckles started to pierce the blackness obscuring his vision, becoming more intense and numerous with every second. Strange twisting shapes of every color burned brighter and brighter. Shades of grey and blue began eating away at the speckled black blindfold until finally he found himself looking up at a...
sky?
He blinked a few times and closed his eyes again. The light was too intense right now and didn’t help his splitting headache. That and the world still felt like it was spinning. This caused a new, strange feeling to begin seeping into his stomach. It lurched and suddenly forced him to use whatever strength he had left to roll onto his side and vomit. It burned horribly. He gagged as another wave came over him, followed by another and another until it subsided into a fit of gagging and coughing. His throat was burned and raw now, but his stomach felt slightly better. His body was exhausted now and ached terribly. But he forced himself to roll over onto his other side so the horrible smell of vomit would not be invading his returning senses. Fortunately, the world had ceased its spinning at this point, allowing him to recover somewhat less painfully.
Thoughts started making their way back into his head as the static grew quieter. Where was this place? How did he get there? And what exactly had happened before this whole… experience? He lay there a little while longer trying his hardest to remember before finally deciding to push himself into an upright position. The sudden movement gave him quite a head rush, but it quickly subsided. He examined the area around him carefully. Two tall brick buildings stood on both sides of a narrow alley way, casting a large shadow over the dirty, wet paved ground he rested on. A large metal dumpster rested a few feet away giving off a terrible smell of rot. A steel fence blocked off one side of the alley while the other side opened up to a street. None of this looked at all familiar to him at all.
Next he looked himself over, making sure he wasn't too badly injured. He felt along his body, under his clothing and everywhere he could reach. There were a few scratches here and there, but nothing felt broken. Slowly, he got to his feet, holding on to the nearby dumpster for support. When he felt confident enough to stand on his own he let go and limped up and down the alley, examining everything very carefully, hoping for some sort of clue to jog his memory.
He’d start simple at first. What was his name?
‘Parano.’
Good, good. So he could remember that much. And what was the last thing he could remember doing?
‘…’
He recalled being with Nitro, Spider, And ASH at some point. He had been absolutely furious for some reason. It had gotten to the point where he’d held a knife to ASH’s throat. Now why was that…? Oh riiiight. ASH had failed their objective after being given the perfect opportunity. He allowed the boy, Rion, who had set out to destroy them to live. Parano growled lowly as it started coming back to him. ASH had been hiding some secret plan from the rest of them regarding Rion. He was always hiding something. Parano cursed himself for not taking ASH out then and there. Instead he had sought out the boy on his own.
Then what…
Rion destroyed his robots. So he had to face him himself. And…
He had been overpowered by the boy. Completely and totally overpowered. So he fled. He ran back to ASH with his tail between his legs. And then ASH…
ASH…
Parano let out a roar that immediately re-opened the raw wounds in his throat. His fist came down hard on the dumpster, leaving a huge angry dent. A hysterical fit of rage began to take over him as he bolted out of the alley, screaming at the top of his lungs, kicking and slamming his fists into anything around him. He punched out windows and threw stray trash cans every which way despite the fact the glass from the windows that had been on the receiving end of his tantrum cut through his gloves and sliced his hands. His little rampage continued until his voice became choked and hoarse and his body just couldn't take any more. He leaned up against the side of one of the many dilapidated buildings and fumed silently. ASH had shot him when he failed to kill Rion. ASH had killed him for something he couldn't even do. But why was he here? HOW was he here? If ASH had really shot him, he should have just ceased to exist. He understood the concept of death. He’d seen it plenty of times. In most of those cases, it was he who had brought it. But here he is, living. Truly living and breathing and experiencing all the burdens of the flesh. He slumped down into a sitting position and held his head in his hands. None of this made any sense.
But his thoughts were soon interrupted by a loud growling sound coming from his stomach. Something which was very unfamiliar to him having never truly been a living organism. He put a hand to his stomach curiously. It growled again, bringing with it a very empty feeling. He had a sudden urge for something but he was not sure what. Something needed to be filled.
(OOC note: Just a heads up, I may not be able to respond all that much until this Saturday.)
Content: Parano wakes up in Manhattan, throws up, and proceeds to have a temper tantrum.
Location: Alley way in the Soho neighborhood
Time of day: Late morning, a little before noon.
Warnings: PUKE.
His eyes were wide open but all he saw before him was a suffocating blanket of darkness. The pains shooting through his entire body were red hot, reminding him that it was still there and very much intact. He was sure his mouth was open, but no sounds of screaming were heard. There was only a loud, head-splitting ring blaring in his ears. The world around him felt as if it was moving; spinning round and round. He tried moving a finger, but the pain was paralyzing. Any form of thought was violently being forced out of his mind by the sharp static pains screaming through his head. The intensity of it all was excruciating, but not enough to make him lose consciousness. This was unbearable.
The fact he was blinded did not help matters. The uncertainty of where he was or what was causing him such agony struck him with unimaginable panic and terror.
It was then that little red speckles started to pierce the blackness obscuring his vision, becoming more intense and numerous with every second. Strange twisting shapes of every color burned brighter and brighter. Shades of grey and blue began eating away at the speckled black blindfold until finally he found himself looking up at a...
sky?
He blinked a few times and closed his eyes again. The light was too intense right now and didn’t help his splitting headache. That and the world still felt like it was spinning. This caused a new, strange feeling to begin seeping into his stomach. It lurched and suddenly forced him to use whatever strength he had left to roll onto his side and vomit. It burned horribly. He gagged as another wave came over him, followed by another and another until it subsided into a fit of gagging and coughing. His throat was burned and raw now, but his stomach felt slightly better. His body was exhausted now and ached terribly. But he forced himself to roll over onto his other side so the horrible smell of vomit would not be invading his returning senses. Fortunately, the world had ceased its spinning at this point, allowing him to recover somewhat less painfully.
Thoughts started making their way back into his head as the static grew quieter. Where was this place? How did he get there? And what exactly had happened before this whole… experience? He lay there a little while longer trying his hardest to remember before finally deciding to push himself into an upright position. The sudden movement gave him quite a head rush, but it quickly subsided. He examined the area around him carefully. Two tall brick buildings stood on both sides of a narrow alley way, casting a large shadow over the dirty, wet paved ground he rested on. A large metal dumpster rested a few feet away giving off a terrible smell of rot. A steel fence blocked off one side of the alley while the other side opened up to a street. None of this looked at all familiar to him at all.
Next he looked himself over, making sure he wasn't too badly injured. He felt along his body, under his clothing and everywhere he could reach. There were a few scratches here and there, but nothing felt broken. Slowly, he got to his feet, holding on to the nearby dumpster for support. When he felt confident enough to stand on his own he let go and limped up and down the alley, examining everything very carefully, hoping for some sort of clue to jog his memory.
He’d start simple at first. What was his name?
‘Parano.’
Good, good. So he could remember that much. And what was the last thing he could remember doing?
‘…’
He recalled being with Nitro, Spider, And ASH at some point. He had been absolutely furious for some reason. It had gotten to the point where he’d held a knife to ASH’s throat. Now why was that…? Oh riiiight. ASH had failed their objective after being given the perfect opportunity. He allowed the boy, Rion, who had set out to destroy them to live. Parano growled lowly as it started coming back to him. ASH had been hiding some secret plan from the rest of them regarding Rion. He was always hiding something. Parano cursed himself for not taking ASH out then and there. Instead he had sought out the boy on his own.
Then what…
Rion destroyed his robots. So he had to face him himself. And…
He had been overpowered by the boy. Completely and totally overpowered. So he fled. He ran back to ASH with his tail between his legs. And then ASH…
ASH…
Parano let out a roar that immediately re-opened the raw wounds in his throat. His fist came down hard on the dumpster, leaving a huge angry dent. A hysterical fit of rage began to take over him as he bolted out of the alley, screaming at the top of his lungs, kicking and slamming his fists into anything around him. He punched out windows and threw stray trash cans every which way despite the fact the glass from the windows that had been on the receiving end of his tantrum cut through his gloves and sliced his hands. His little rampage continued until his voice became choked and hoarse and his body just couldn't take any more. He leaned up against the side of one of the many dilapidated buildings and fumed silently. ASH had shot him when he failed to kill Rion. ASH had killed him for something he couldn't even do. But why was he here? HOW was he here? If ASH had really shot him, he should have just ceased to exist. He understood the concept of death. He’d seen it plenty of times. In most of those cases, it was he who had brought it. But here he is, living. Truly living and breathing and experiencing all the burdens of the flesh. He slumped down into a sitting position and held his head in his hands. None of this made any sense.
But his thoughts were soon interrupted by a loud growling sound coming from his stomach. Something which was very unfamiliar to him having never truly been a living organism. He put a hand to his stomach curiously. It growled again, bringing with it a very empty feeling. He had a sudden urge for something but he was not sure what. Something needed to be filled.
(OOC note: Just a heads up, I may not be able to respond all that much until this Saturday.)