REPO! (roleplay~)

jupiter_hollow • 3 May 2012 at 1:17 PM

@inkstep Continue? Where are the charries?
@bunnyshadow
@swimforlife
This took me so long to think of >.<

White, nicotine-laced smoke fluttered in the cold November(?) air, dissolving into nothingness as her legs dangled carelessly from the edge of the shingles. She sat atop the roof of a two story house, gazing duly at the empty street and the gray pavement below.

She did so often to escape the constant and inevitable nightmares. Gruesome death scenes tended to invade her mind every time she drifted into slumber. A puff of smoke escaped her lips, a sigh following it closely.

...Alone with her thoughts, as in all aspects of her life. Be it a worker in the nearby shop, a victim on the run or a simple girl, she was always alone.

The white misty cloud veils her face again, making her seem pale and almost transparent ... a ghost on the background of the grey city.

She leaned back on her elbows, placing the cigarette carefully on the shingles next to her and lay on her back, trailing the cigarette smoke with her gaze, seamalessly letting her thoughts go blank.

pinkred • 3 May 2012 at 5:17 PM

Name Cassie Alexsandra
Age
Gender Female
Transplants(?): None
caught up with payments(?): None
Personality: Loner,develops
Looks: Pale skin,Dark brown hair but looks black,Has Green eyes,Red lips
Crush:none
Family: None,Might have a twin
Other: Against GeneCo

inkstep • 3 May 2012 at 5:59 PM

@pinkred accepted =3

jupiter_hollow • 3 May 2012 at 6:10 PM

@inkstep
@pinkred
@swimforlife
@carter
@bunnyshadow
RP? Anyone? o.o

inkstep • 3 May 2012 at 6:16 PM

@jupiter_hollow XD sorr, I didn't see your post at first!!!

Pixle yelped as he pushed the blade against her neck "Please!" she gasped one last time, her eyes wide with fear and reflecting the blue light seeping from under the Repo man's helmet. Her heart pounded faster in her chest, the un-rhythmic beat echoed in her ears.

Deleted • 3 May 2012 at 6:20 PM

@inkstep
@jupiter_hollow


Inhaling sharply, Charlie lie on his back in the trunk of the van. His whole life had fallen through his fingers, nothing was left to fight for. Stubborness prevented him from giving up, but his happiness had been replaced with the inky darkness of the Repo men. With the screech of tires, the van jerked foward and stopped.

The innercom buzzed once more. 'Commander Vonneagate, back up has arrived, commence pick of of three parcels.' Charlie assumed 'parcels' meant other people who failed to make payments.

The door slid open, the man yanked Charlie's arm, pulling him outside. Clattering to the pavement, he caught a glipmse of a white haired girl, and a dark haired boy and girl ( @bunnyshadow)

dreamer • 3 May 2012 at 6:24 PM

I don't roleplay much... But this sounds epic. 😸 Like car repossessions. Only with human organs. B)

jupiter_hollow • 3 May 2012 at 6:25 PM

@inkstep Yeeeyz
@swimforlife

As soon as the cigarette's light had died out, a small, almost unnoticeable sound was carried by the wind. A voice reached her ears.

She blinked once, twice, regaining her sense of reality and promptly sat up, pausing a little before she looked around in confusion. Another faint sound came from below the roof level and she scurried to the edge, warily looking down to the not so empty street.

She cocked her head at the unfolding scene, curiousity glinting in the usually dull black eyes.

A REPO man again. She grunted quietly. She really hated that word. As of now, the man below her was holding a young looking girl. She was albino from what Aizel could see from the secon floor and was currently struggling against his grasp.

Another tragedy, she acknowledged that. The poor girl was probably going to get gutted soon. The thought whirled in her mind and for a moment she felt a pang of sorrow flutter in her heart. Brushing the feeling quickly away, Aizel decided to stand back and watch.

She had no intention of getting involved in Repo trouble again. She had enought homicidal freaks on her tail anyway.

inkstep • 3 May 2012 at 6:35 PM

@jupiter_holloe
@swimforlife Hi!!!
@dreamer XD that's actually a good few word description of it.
~*~

another yelp escaped her throat as the man moved the knife from her neck and jammed it into her side, in almost an instant, her coat and sweater were soaked with the red liquid. Collapsing to the hard ground, she whimpered a bit, hanging her head as he slid the knife up her side, opening a deep gash. another man stepped up behind him, jerking him away from the girl.
"Don't do it out here" he muttered, "there would be too many witnesses." It didn't really matter if someone saw, in all honesty, it had become a way of life for most, most anyone could live down seeing a repossession

jupiter_hollow • 3 May 2012 at 6:47 PM

@inkstep
@swimforlife
@dreamer

Another yeplp reached her ears and Aizel groaned as a small red pool was beginning to form inder the girl. She had lost count of the repossesions she had witnessed but that didn't stop her from hating them with a passion. It reminded her that sooner or later it would be her drowning in her own blood in some gutter.

She let out a sigh, getting up to her feet, eyes fixed onto the two men. Her mind quickly snapped to work, deciding on whether to help or not.

The answer came fairly quick and she walked away on the roof, taking one last drag of her almost extinguished cigarette.

"I don't care if anyone sees!" roared the man below, pulling away from his partner and kneeling next to the loodied girl again.

A sudden yelp excaped his lips as a sharp sting ran down his arm. He promptly looked down, noticing a small cigarrete that was still flickering.

He looked up with an angry expression, looking for the person who had dared to burn him. He was met with a hard boot in the back of his head.

The heavy body tumbled to the ground, going limp instantly. Another kick to her left and Aizel damaged the other man's face severely, causing him to fall to his knees, clutching his broken jaw and nose.

She took the knife from the ground, tucking it safely under her shirt and then kneeled next to the girl.
"Hold on" she muttered, pulling her coat off and pressing it firmly over the wound.

Deleted • 3 May 2012 at 6:55 PM

@inkstep
@jupiter_hollow

--Is failing at writting today--brain deaded--

A wave of adrenaline coursed through Charlie's veins. A tendril of blood snaked its way from Pixle's ear to the ground. He felt helpless, paralyzation of his body had set in. A girl with dark hair and eyes, whipped off her jacket and patched Pixle up.

Curling his fingers, Charlie had lost most of the mobility in his arms from the fall. Puring his lips, he emited a warble. Dragging his stomach across the pavement, he inched closer to the girls. Something vibrated deep within his mind, 'out of place' he thought. Why did the almost repocession occur in the middle of the street? Repo men were meticulous with covering up these kinds of things.

bunnyshadow • 3 May 2012 at 7:14 PM

Kyle gave up on finding an hiding place and started to run.

Sylvia looked at her bill for the painkillers(?) and cursed herself. Still not enough, she was one day late.

@inkstep

jupiter_hollow • 3 May 2012 at 7:19 PM

@swimforlife
@inkstep

A quick glance at the girl and Aizel guessed that she had lost a fairly large amount of blood. The red liquid was freely gushing from between Aizel's fingers and she grunted angrily, supporting the girl's head with her hand and sliding the other under her knees.

Just as she was about to lift her up and carry her to safety, a loud siren echoed in the air.

"REPO" she hissed between gritted teeth, narrowing her eyes at the direction of the sound and quickly stood up, Pixle in her arms.

The siren was accompanied with a faint sound of dragging. She whipped her head around to glance behind herself and didn't fail to see a young boy that was trying to get to them.

The boy was injured too so she gussed that he had business with the REPOs as well.

She growled loudly.
"See? This is what happens whenever I decide to be nice" she mumbled angrily to herself. The sirens were drawing closer, she had two injured people to deal with and the REPO was on her tail again. What a day...

inkstep • 3 May 2012 at 7:23 PM

@swimforlife hahaha
@jupiter_hollow
~*~

Wincing a bit at the pain, her bone thin form was quivering as the girl helped her "you're going to get yourself killed" she muttered weakly, the pain shot through her body once more, it seemed endless, and almost unbearable.

Deleted • 4 May 2012 at 5:52 PM

@jupiter_hollow
@inkstep

The pain began somewhere around Charlie's shoulders in dipped throughout his body. The girl who saved Pixle glanced in his direction. He shuffled through words, only recalling one. 'HELP' he said, with a heavy breath. Inky blackness seeped into his feild of vision. Muscles burning with every breath, Charlie squeezed his eye shut.

He felt weightless for a moment, as his body left the ground. Shadows danced across his mind. What was happening? Was this what death was like?

jupiter_hollow • 4 May 2012 at 6:03 PM

@swimforlife
@inkstep

The next moment seemed endless for her as thoughts whirled and mixed in her head. The question of save or survive still troubled her.

She could either attempt to save them both and probably fail miserably and maye even end up in the REPO's clutched. Yes, that was very probable in this situation. The sirens drew closer and the foreign lungs in her chest kept refusing to work properly as of now.

She had a second choice. Ditch them both and run. She blinked. It was more sensible than the previous. Why bother saving two useless teens when she could save her skin.

The unevitable pang of guilt hit her hard as she concidered the ladder choice. She sighed.

As if she had a choice...

She quickly put Pixle down, setting her against a wall and then turned around so she could pull the girl on her back in a piggy back ride.
"Hold on" she ordered, hurrying over to the boy next and placing two fingers on his neck.

A small rythm pumped against her skin.
"Alive" she muttered.

Her hands reached down to grab the injured boy from the ground and she immediatelly gathered him in her straong arms, deciding to try and lift him up bridal style.

Deleted • 4 May 2012 at 8:03 PM

@jupiter_hollow
@inkstep

Whoo, bridal style! XD

Head pounding, Charlie found himself swimming through some alternate reality. The weightless feeling became a nightmare of the Repos replacing his blood with a synthetic soultion, while he was alive. The realness of the pain shook him from his dazed state. He bruised and swollen eye managed to flutter open for a breif second. He could see nothing more than the moving pavement beneath his head.

He deduced someone was carring him, but that was about all his brain's capacity could handle. He muttered something that came out as 'Pickle'.

Red ribbons of blood washed over his eyes, creating a crimson blindfold. The stench of the metalic liquid filled his mouth. A wet slime dripped down his chin. Where was all the blood coming from?

jupiter_hollow • 4 May 2012 at 8:10 PM

@swimforlife
@inkstep Sorry peepz, gtg sleep :/

Deleted • 5 May 2012 at 11:18 AM

@inkstep
@jupiter_hollow

Charlie's head bobbed, as he was carried somewhere unkown. With each bounce, another tendril of pain creeped up his spine. The pain radiated through his bones and musles, then finally anchored intself in his head. 'Pickle' he repeated, muttering more nonsence.

jupiter_hollow • 5 May 2012 at 11:56 AM

@swimforlife Squawk! PICKLES!
@inkstep
Ragged leather boots padded along the rough blocks of pavement. Small whirlwinds of snowflakes gushed past the person's running form.The figure was dark and veiled by what seemed like cigarette smoke. Hectic breaths and wheezes were emmited from cracked lips, the stranger's pants came out as a thick mist.
The screech of the sirens and the distant yells drew alarmingly closer, flashing lights illuminating the block nearby as the REPO and police cars raced to catch up to the unkown runway.
"THIS WAY!"
A fairly large, buff muscle man ran into the street, waving for the other REPO workers to follow. He slowed down to a slight trott, finally coming to a halt in the middle of the street.
His rounded pig face turned left and right, nose
wrinkled and his small eyes, glazed over and ready to pop out of his skull at any moment. He stood at a whooning heigh, sticking at least a good 30 cm above his colleagues.
His gaze darted around every corner and window as he carefully examined the street, prowling slowly.
There was not a soul in sight and he seemed to tense up, turning around sharply and poiting his readied rifle at the nearest corner. Not a single soul in sight...
He caught himself warily glancing at the corner but was quick to return his attention elsewhere. The street made him feel uneasy, he reluctantly admitted to himself. Despite the silence (or maybe exactly because of it) the place seemed to buzz with an unknown uncanny presence.

Deleted • 5 May 2012 at 12:11 PM

@jupiter_hollow
@inkstep

Charlie dipped in and out of contiousness. Whever they were going must have been far away. His grasp of time had been lost, Aizel had been carring him for no more than five minutes. Clack. Clack. Aizel's shoes broke the scilence building in Charlie's head. He focused his mind on counting her steps. One. Two. Three. Four. Then nothing. She stopped, he felt his position shift.

Eyes too heavy with sleep and pain, Charlie guessed they had arrived at thier destination. A voice croone, speaking something barely audiable. He couldn't tell if the voice was masculine or feminine, only the fact it was speaking to him. A cold liquid rolled down CHarlie's face. At first it stung, causing his shallow breathing to quicken. The sting was replaced by a gentle tingle. The dried blood on his face was removed, the stick, crust feeling disapppeared as well.

jupiter_hollow • 5 May 2012 at 12:17 PM

@swimforlife
@inkstep
I'll make a new character shortly. 😊 Just wait a sec.

Deleted • 5 May 2012 at 12:34 PM

@jupiter_hollow
Post!

inkstep • 5 May 2012 at 1:17 PM

@jupiter_hollow
@swimforlife
SORRY I VANISHED! Yesterday I had a funeral to go to, and then I was looking into working graveyard shift as a cemetery guard bc it sounded so fun, but of course I was on at 2-6 AM ECT

Deleted • 5 May 2012 at 1:22 PM

@inkstep
Sorry, about the funeral. Your bike teacher/neighbor. Bet your cemetary guarding was fun!

pinkred • 5 May 2012 at 10:30 PM

Cassie walked around The Garden of the city. It was close to the the restaurant she worked at as the head chef. The week was a holiday for the restaurant. She sighed for she saw many deaths since the law was passed. She ate a apple and thought about how she could stop GeneCo from taking lives.
@inkstep
@swimforlife
@bunnyshadow

jupiter_hollow • 6 May 2012 at 1:04 PM

@inkstep
@swimforlife
@pinkred
@bunnyshadow

She must've looked so ridiculous, she realised. A hooded stranger running through the streets with a half dead albino girl on her back and an uncoscious boy in her arms. She was elbow deep in their blood and had numerous knives sticking from her pockets. And to top all that, she even had a smoking cigarette in between her lips.

She wondered what her mother would say...

A small, almost unnoticeable noise escaped her lips, sounding like a tainted laught. The corners of her mouth went up in a twisted smile. She laughed at the irony of her life... because ... it was just so funny... One minute you're peacefully concidering suicide on a rooftop and the next, ... you're saving dead people... She chuckled again.

Her vision suddenly blurred as the lungs in her ribcage paused for a moment and her body was ready to tumble to the ground. She thanked god that her reflexes acted up just in the right moment and she managed to balance herself in mid run.

She emmited another ragged breath and spat the cigarette on the ground. Her mother ad told her smoking was wrong anyway...

She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and glanced to her left.. Dang it, she'd taken the wrong turn. Spinning on her heels, she darted to the right side of the road and afte a while came out in a secluded street. Her mind was so detatcged from reality that she barely remembered the way to her house... if she could call it a house...

Deleted • 6 May 2012 at 1:17 PM

@jupiter_hollow Hmmm, love to hear what her mother would say 😋
@inkstep

The person carring Charlie must have picked up speed, as he was jostled once again. A feeling in the pit of his stomach bubbled its way to his throat. With each step, he felt more light headed and nauseated. His eyelids fluttered, they were still too heavy to open. Clack. Clack.Clack. His rescuer slowed to a brisk walk, then stopped. Charlie felt the muscualar arms holding him shift. The bubbling in his stomach rose once more.

'BLAAAAAAGGGGG' Charlie's stomach discaharged what ever toxin nestled deep in his gut. His body was too weak regurgitate it completely. Something obsucred his windpipe. An uncotious wheeze slipped through his lips. Lucky Savior, had to clean a reeking pile of vomit. A smear of blue and the scent of lemon sent Charlie spiriling into a deepe state of panic-laiden slumber.

jupiter_hollow • 6 May 2012 at 2:41 PM

@swimforlife Her mother really wouldn't care. That's the irony. She's long dead and didn't care about her. Anyway, I'll introduce my new charrie now/ soon 😃
@inkstep Duuuuude, where are you? =(

She had attempted to make a sharp left turn when the boy in her arms had suddenly shifted, sending her slightly tipping to the side and almost falling. She cursed loudly at him, realising shortly that he probably couldn't hear her and cursed again.

Her body stopped automatically as a run down old fashioned white house came into view. The large mahogany door in the front seemed so alian and out of place on the background of chipped white paint and unwashed windows. The smudge of dried blood on the doorstep seemed to add to the singularity of the building.

Another misty breath escaped her lips as she shifted the boy in her arms so he was leaning against her shoulder and twised her arm so she could reach the pocket of her hoody that she had used to tie the albino girl's wound with. She finally found the pocket and dug deep into it, pulling out a keychain shortly.

After a good 5 minutes of fiddling with the doorlock, the handle finally clicked and freely turned downwards. She picked the boy up again, stepping inside and looking around first. The foaye was fairly small, full of shoes and a few guns that lay forgotten on the shoe cabinet. It had a straight view of the dimly lit living room.

Deleted • 6 May 2012 at 2:42 PM

@swimforlife
@inkstep

... continuing

Without even bothering to take off her shoes(mainly because she couldn't), she quickly padded along the ragged carpet and towards the pison green sofa in the living room. There, she lay the tall injured boy, being careful with his arm(no limb should be twisted like that, she was sure of it) and then walked over to the soft armchair in the left corner where she left the bloodied girl. Her breath had become rapsy and barely audible (as her heartbeat) so Aizel guesed that she had lost lots of blood.

A small sound came from the other room(kitchen) and she promptly snapped her head to look at the slightly ajar door. Her beathing quickened.
"Hey, Guillotine! That you? Where have you-" a rought but cheery voice called for her from the hallway and a tanned man entered the room shortly. The warm smile on his face instantly melted into a frown as his eyes fell onto the other two people in the room. His dark eyes darted towards Aizel, anger glinting in them vividly.