Back from the dead.
He ran, kicking, throwing stones and yelling, but the lifeless, gray world was ignoring him, he screamed he shouted, but to no avail. He began looking through his pockets, sorting, he noticed pins. So this is what those texts were talking about... He grabbed the flashy holographic one and thrusted his hand while holding it. He jumped back as a beam shot out of his hand.
Sheesh...they weren't fucking around, were they? He took a few steps, then he kicked up, beams shooting out of his feet. He was amazed. He tried it again, but no blasts or even sparks. He then thought of light, like a firecracker, it came out. He looked through the other pins while fashioning the pin known as "Strobe Light Party" onto his necklace, he first tried the one with the eagle spreading its wings, the one known as "Port de bras," everything seemed to snap at his command, knocking shock waves away. Fox tried to pick up a bench, sadly, it seemed that his strength had not increased, yet when he struck it, it went flying.
Do not worry, I hate myself, too.
Bird mom
There was text message sent to all players.
Reach Grand Central Terminal. Countdown is an hour. Fail and face erasure.
"Erasure!?" Marina cried, confused. She let out a brief scream as red numbers appeared on her hand. "What the fuck is going on!?" she yelled.
edited 24th Jul '11 9:32:53 AM by RhymeBeat
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Back from the dead.
Fox ignored his phone, instead, testing out the last pin, the image of the hind legs of a cheetah; "Batterment." He jumped, kicking the bench, it shattered before flying several yards away in pieces. He then knelt down, thinking. Let's see how high can go...
He jumped, sending him miles and miles away, right above a girl, who, was a bit on the chubby side.
Do not worry, I hate myself, too.
Bird mom
"What the...." She said staring at the boy. He was even more of a blur without color and she could only stare.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Back from the dead.
Fox came flying down, knocking into her.
Do not worry, I hate myself, too.
Bird mom
"Ow!" she cried being knocked back to the earth. Around her there were creatures drawing near.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
She was surprised she could walk.
She knew exactly how she died, and she also knew that in that state she was in up until dying, there was no way she could walk. Or breath. So, that was an improvment. She ran around the place, for no particular reason. Just testing her limits. She almost crashed into a few people, but she just... didn't.
"Heh, I'm a ghost! BOOOO!" she yelled, just to see if anyone could hear her. No one reacted. She even clapped her hands in front of one young boys face. Nothing. Weird.
Rest Grand Central Terminal. Countdown is an hour. Fail and face erasure.
"WHAT?" Erasure? That some sort of ultra-death? And where exactly was she in relation to there? Her sense of direction was TERRIBLE! "Okay, the Empire State building is there...I think I'm in Times Square... I'm screwed..." She started to run, looking for a street sign, and not noticing a person falling out of the sky.
edited 24th Jul '11 9:35:25 AM by icecheetah
Bird mom
"Is that someone else here?" Marina said having trouble making stuff out without her color. "Please tell me what's going on."
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Miriam stopped three steps later when she heard someone, someone whose somehow seemed clearer than those of the people wandering around. She turned back and saw two people, a girl and a boy, who just looked like they crashed into each other. "Can you see me?" Miriam asked, pointing at herself.
Bird mom
"In black and white." Marina said. "Where am I? I was drinking last night. Must have had a hell of a hangover." she said.
The creatures around were drawing closer still like static.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
"Black and white? Nevermind. All I know is that I need to do something at Grand Central Station, and that I'm supposed to form a pact with someone. Maybe you should go with that guy?". Those staticy symbols worried her... and she couldn't think of anything... "Hey guy! Get up!"
Bird mom
"A pact?" Marina asked. "What's that? And I seem to have lost my color vision." she said. "I've got to get to the doctor about that. I'm an artist after all."
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Back from the dead.
Fox got up, looking at both of them confused but still hyper as ever. "A pact? Is that what they're calling it these days? Oh! And has anybody else got weird, magical, powerful pins in their pockets?"
Do not worry, I hate myself, too.
Bird mom
Marina thought of that and searched her clothes. She found two pins one which seemed to be rippling shades of gray and one resembling a think paintbursh. "Yeah now that you mention it." she said.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Miriam searched her own pockets. She had one pin with a bunch of yellow bubbles and a lemon slice on it, and another which had a child wearing a very large wool hat. "Huh, me too. And... I think making a pact is supposed to help you fight... or something."
Bird mom
Miranda was even more confused backing into one of the static symbols, only to be hurt. "Ow! I suppose these things are what we need to fight."
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Back from the dead.
Fox turned to Miriam, turning away and blushing as his attraction to her just sparked, he walked over to her, grabbing her hand and looking into her eyes; "Alright, let's make a pact, hon!" He then leaned in, giving her a short French kiss as lights and space twisted around him.
Do not worry, I hate myself, too.
Bird mom
Marina looked nervously. "Can I join this pact?"
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Back from the dead.
Fox laughed and leaned into her as well, giving her a French kiss.
Do not worry, I hate myself, too.
Bird mom
Marina was blushing... "Is this really the time for this? Look at those things..."
The static goes ever nearer.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Back from the dead.
Flash and color blasted around them, like fireworks on July 4th, dimensions twisting, turning, and changing. He connected "Battement" to his belt, running towards the "Noise" and kicking it. "So...Can we make out now?" he said, turning away for it, not looking to see if it was dead or alive.
Do not worry, I hate myself, too.
Bird mom
The noise took the form of a frog an leapt toward Marina knocking her backwards.
"Like I said." Marina groaned. "This isn't the time."
Marina felt the energy inside her form some kind of a core. A gray sphere appeared on the field it floated up to the frog and she saw the thing turn to static for a second.
The Crystal Caverns A bird's gotta sing.
Back from the dead.
He moaned and walked towards the frog, using SLP, he made gun figures with his hands and began shooting it, filling it with brightly colored holes, over, and over, and over again.
Do not worry, I hate myself, too.
Bird mom
The frog vanished.
"Looks like this amphibian is dead. But seriously. What's your deal?" Mariana asked annoyed. "How much have I been drinking?"
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She stood there in Time's Square, she figured she must of wandered off when she was drunk last night. She awoke on those picnic tables that littered Times square resting in the shadow of the city. But there was something wrong. Everything was colorless, lifeless. She cried out. "What's wrong with me!?" but nobody seemed to notice. Marina took it in stride in a city like this but she strolled around looking for someone to drive her home.
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edited 23rd Jul '11 6:43:27 PM by RhymeBeat
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