Pandemonium

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    • Ooc: Hey guys, I got a random idea... maybe we could make the police sheriff one of those bad guys or something? To make it more complicated :P... If you agree with that, then we can turn the story that direction while it progress from here o.o. Since he hates Players for no obvious reason and he's a jerk...

      Ic: *Still waiting for an answer behind the door, I felt my heart pounding fast and my head already thinking of escaping. Mumble* Come on... I knew I should have make myself stay awake. None of this would happen *if it was up to me, I would never sleep again because reality (no matter how crappy it was) in my case was way better than nightmares. Try to get up again* Come on you old granny...damn it!
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

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    • *look at Leon and put the gun away* Wh...what are you doing here? What happened? *wound ache again and I remember that it's in bandages* You...did this? And what's with the... *point the place where he got stabbed by one of Kin's shards* Ok, I'm gonna need some serious explanations here.
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

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    • Oh, this?
      -i point to the bandaged area, then pull off my shirt, showing the blast casing i had covered my torso with, the damage reduced from a fatal amount-
      Body armor. Always good to have.
      And welcome to my humble abode.
      You passed out, so i carried you here and treated your wounds.

    • "I walk over to the hospital and stare at the entrance"

      I just...wanted to save her...

      "It rung in my mind like a giant earthquake"
      "Who did he want to save...and why...?"
      "I look across the way making sure no one would attack and crossed the street to the hospital"
      "Suddenly a car raced by me and flipped...and flipped...and flipped until it reached the lake and drowned slowly"
      What a dangerous town this can be...

      Symmetry is Everything ~Death the Kid

    • *whistle teasingly* Wow, not bad Player. Bet you have a bunch of fan-girls with that looks... Well, I'm really glad you're ok. *smile and stare at Leon thinking, then chuckle leaning comfortably on the bed to ease the pain* Ok Player...I really appreciate your help...but I just can't help myself thinking where is the catch...*cross hands* Where's the voodoo doll Mr. Leon? I hope you didn't try it out yet *smile sweetly. As much as I wanted to relax and believe that everything is ok, I still had too much of a bad experience to relax* I thought you hate cops, so there must be a catch here... *narrow eyes and stare, not judging, just questioning*
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

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    • I don't hate cops.
      I hate people who interfere in what they don't understand, like children messing with their parents' gun.
      Not to say i hate children, just making an analogy.
      As for a catch....
      There isn't one.
      I'm still a gentleman, and i don't believe in leaving a lady behind who is injured.
      And the fangirls.....
      Haven't come.
      -i smile and chuckle-
      I'm a bit of a hermit, and i try to stay out of sight as much as possible, except when there's a tournament.

    • *Nod* That explains a lot of things. For example, how come no one around knew a 6-feet-tall unusual looking guy like yourself. I would usually say what a shame for hiding...but I don't blame you. I know how it is to be an outcast, although I was quite a troublemaker before I got to work with special police forces...still am, but less, I guess. *Feeling the pain faded I stood up before it came again and laugh* Damn! I hate being good for nothing. *Walk towards Leon and stretch out my hand to shake his, holding wound with the other one* Anyway, I would like to thank you for being a gentleman. That's rare these days, and I owe you one. *look around* Uh, just one more thing... you don't happen to have a fireplace of some kind, or anything that provides a decent amount of fire, do you? *smile* It would help a lot.
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

    • OOC: If it's alright with everyone, I will skip the time to morning.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • Ooc: Ok, let's make intro for "tomorrow" until the Fox-man is here with us...

      Ic: *writing a personal update sitting in my office* After I took some fire and recovered, thanks to Mr. Leon I managed to get to the hospital and visit the "Big guy". Man, he was wrecked pretty good, so I suppose I'm on my own for a couple of days. I just hope he manages to find out something about that Kin kid who is also there. As for the Mark and Clara, children of a deceased officer... *sigh* I at the end decided to keep an eye on them while Mierda is absent. Couldn't let my partner down. My research on a Alden Matriar matter progressed and I got some interesting hypothesis about him. The more I know about those high-graded Players, the more I'm convinced that sheriff is the biggest jerk in the whole story...but I already pissed him enough...As for that kid that showed up just recently... I still have to work on that. *lean on the chair to ease the pressure on the hip when that annoying gum-chewing officer came in*
      Woman officer: Sheriff needs to talk to you. Now. No excuses.
      Yes, yes I know...I'm going.
      *at the sheriff's office* You wanted to see me sir?
      Sheriff: To cut the crap...I heard about everything that happened yesterday. And I have only two possible choices.
      One is suspension, right?
      Sheriff: ...and the second one is for you to be our spy.
      *smile but starting to realise where this is going* I don't really unders...
      Sheriff: Oh, but I think you do, Rea. The tournament is today. It's our chance and since you became...well...close with one of the Players, we assume it's for the best that you do the biggest part of the job.
      *laugh* No sir, you misunderstood...
      Sheriff: You are forgetting that I know things without you telling me anything (Ooc: The dude can read thoughts when looking into the eyes)
      *frown and do my best to think what I say. He gave me a small hard to see microphone with a tracking device.
      Sheriff: Just to make sure you'll do the job. We'll be tracking you.
      *Think* freedom of choice my ass
      Sheriff: *laugh* That's how it goes honey. So, are we clear?
      *not being able to think anything without him knowing it, there was only one thing I could possibly say* ...Crystal...
      *back into the office, I wrote a note* I don't know how he knows about everything that happened but I'm sure...Mierda and I have never spoke or thought about it in front of him...we never got the chance to see him right after that. Someone was watching us...and I will find out who.
      *sigh and put the tracking device that firmed itself in place* Wow...magic... *I thought cynically while I waited for orders*

      (Ooc: Rea is no traitor :O)
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!

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    • -a fly on the wall in the sheriff's office buzzes away, having heard what was said-
      Heh.
      Gonna try and spy on us now, are you?
      Fine.
      I'll play your little game.
      But i don't like losing.
      -i kick my feet up and relax, waiting for the tournament to be announced-

    • "I walked down the street as usual looking at everyone who seemed interesting"
      "Passing by the sheriffs office, I looked inside at the officers talking"
      "I continued on as someone from behind attacked and I flipped them over stabbing my knife through there chest"

      Symmetry is Everything ~Death the Kid

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    • "I pass by the house of a familiar figure as he was kicked up and relaxed"
      "I starred through the window and spit in the grass behind him"
      I need to grab something to eat...I haven't had anything to eat in awhile...
      "I look across the way to see the only restaurant in town closed early"
      "I sigh and facepalm"
      Ah man...I don't wanna do this...
      "Icy didn't really have anywhere to live but in a small apartment he found to be rundown"
      "He has ran out of food and hasn't found anymore to eat since"
      "He walked slowly to the door and knocked once...twice...three times"
      "he sighed again not getting a great feeling to knock"

      Symmetry is Everything ~Death the Kid