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First I'm gacking this link off of jesterstear:
Disturbed version of 'land of confusion'
I had told shorty25929 about it and I think dje2004 might dig on it being a genesis fan.
Spent last night working on yet another character. GEP and I were kind of put on hiatus once Jody and Di bailed last night. So the two of us ended up putting in for this midwest-horror-malachi- ( Read more... )
Disturbed version of 'land of confusion'
I had told shorty25929 about it and I think dje2004 might dig on it being a genesis fan.
Spent last night working on yet another character. GEP and I were kind of put on hiatus once Jody and Di bailed last night. So the two of us ended up putting in for this midwest-horror-malachi- ( Read more... )
Kinda got busy with a firefly based RP (closed) at http://www.storycrafter.com/story/index.php?storyid=2175 and a few other games as well
even did this for a game ....
Location: New London, Quantrill III, various,(sometime in the near past)
Another rainy day and "Phyllis Fenton" found herself waiting on Gunnar Angstrom to dole out her wages and household expenses. Mr. Angstom would be leaving for two weeks and be giving his companion two weeks of platinum to spend on upkeep at Mr. Angstrom's place. Gunnar mentioned he was happy to have a twenty something woman who could be counted on to be his companion and keep house.
Mr. Angstrom kissed "Phyllis' " cheek and gave her the promised payment.”Phyllis" kissed Mr. Angstrom's cheek in return. She didn't like Angstrom too much and the monies received on this job would get the young thief passage off of this rock.
Mr. Angstrom departed on the international flight to New Frankfort on the planet Quantrill III. "Phyllis" was all smiles until she got well away from the concourse. She made her way towards the car she was entrusted with. The lightning flashed and he rain continued. Once at the car, "Phyllis" made sure no one was following, checked for any bug or homing devices while making like she was a tourist and enjoying the view (such as it was). Not that she thought her current boss would spy on her but right now she couldn't take chances when she was ready to leave the planet.
"Phyllis" got into the car and again made sure she wasn't being followed. She made her way half way to the Angstom apartment then veered off towards a derelict building. "Phyllis" made a good visual sweep of the building. She smiled at a job well done, then took off her brown wig and pantsuit and threw them in the car.
She exited the building. The lightning and rain continued. She started to make her way towards the hover bus station where 99% of her gear was stowed. She paused two minutes out and pushed a button on a device. "Phyllis" ditched her chosen persona with this simple action.
The next mornings 'bloids would tout “Vehicle explodes at old Fenram Plant ... companion feared missing ... noone injured"
By then "Phyllis" would be long gone and "Alice Manning" would be elsewhere in the 'verse.
A strawberry blonde seventeen year old remained. She smiled and muttered. “The things I do to survive"
The lady dressed now in workout gear paced herself and jogged to a building five streets up. There, she flagged down a passing taxi which took her to a semi-populated area of the city called New London. She paid her fare and exited the cab. She walked towards a group of tall buildings as the rain and lightning started to increase.
Mouse, as this woman was called sometimes, entered one of the buildings. She sat down while waiting in the hover bus station for things to slow down and it was time to get her gear from storage locker number 1313. After getting the gear, Mouse paid for her passage to New Frankfort so she could hop an interplanetary flight to elsewhere. Where exactly.... Mouse didn't care.
Mouse idly looked at the people who were left in the place. Her eyes fell upon a man in his thirties in a smart suit sitting comfortably in a seat. He was reading yesterday's news on his deluxe, large screened cortex... something about thefts of rare gems at some museum
Her mind suddenly flashed to a scene which featured a similar man in a bare room with a scalpel in one hand and probes in the other. The hand with the probes juts out and the probes attach to a victim. The scalpel in the other hand dangles menacingly. The view of the person receiving the probes changes and Mouse is suddenly looking up at herself in the mirrored ceiling. Mouse lets out an internal scream and suddenly the present is all she sees. She quivers for a moment then slowly composes herself. She notes no one has paid much attention to her and she looks around again.
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hmm .. perhaps I should actually do my blog here at livejournal .. nah
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and I may not blog because i may not want to read the stuff again ...
'spose I could do some role-playing related junk and talk about a couple of decent rpgs that no one even knows that exist ,,,
dunno ...
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