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Chase the Morning / Re:
« on: October 29, 2016, 09:14:03 AM »
Graverobber was lost to Shilo's efforts, lost to this world. His  fever raged on, but more real to him than anything else...

His fevered dreams raged on....

Standing on a desolate shore, the roar of the surf echoes against my dreams
If I could only keep the thread of who I'm supposed to be, where I'm supposed to be, what im here for....

It slips through my fingers, lost to the waves.... lost to the deep
lost to me, nomatter how I scream and thrash, nomatter how tight I hold on, not against the pull of those waves

I can't save them... I can't save myself... I couldn't save her

not from the waves, not from the deep.
It falls from between my grasp as golden sand sparkles with her blue eyes, Into the deep./i]

It may be a dream.... but it's mine

it's all I have of her

Emma, I'm sorry

Chase the Morning / Re:
« on: January 03, 2016, 08:23:36 PM »
The nightmares of his past faded as he pleaded for death?. For a long while he was burning? simply burning? his whole world was that of fire and smoke? ?This must be what hell is? I?ve done it? of all things that mother ****? bitch fairy did me in?? his whole being seemed to be in anguish? but nothing worse than the knowledge that he had left Shilo behind? just like Emma? he wouldn?t be there for her when she needed him most?. ?**** me?

He had vague moments of lucidity while the dark angel and Shilo work in tandem to save him? but mostly he was lost to his dreams?  useless and limp. There were a few moments that registered through his injury addled mind. Something about a dark angel with impressive bare breasts and wings? and Shilo looking down on him? Shilo had wings! The imagery put a strained smile on the unconscious man and spun him off into an odd assortment of dreams that he may have mumbled about during their treck through the alleyways.

The bleeding from his head had mostly stopped but his right side had been badly burned. His shirt burned away in patches so that his right side and arm were completely exposed, save from his right shoulder where the cheep material seems to have melted and attached itself to his flesh.  That didn?t stop him from reaching out to touch and grab at the voice that was hushing him, mostly ending in having his hands fitfully brushed away and a shushing voice lulling him back into his confusing dreams of a bare breasted Shilo with wings?

Chase the Morning / Re: Behind the Curtain - An OOC Thread
« on: December 01, 2015, 01:18:49 AM »
We're back! Thank you though everyone for your patience! The story continues

Chase the Morning / Re: Behind the Curtain - An OOC Thread
« on: September 28, 2014, 02:38:19 AM »
We miss you too sparrow. Still there, somewhere in the shadows. Not lurking, but not gone.

and definitely not without a care

Chase the Morning / Re:
« on: July 13, 2014, 12:37:38 AM »
He wasn't in the burning building he had made for himself out of ramshackled parts, lifted objects, and blankets. no. Graverobber was far far away in a Dysenthropic world that was ruined by plague and saved by vultures.

With the world burning around him, the man slept. Seems fitting almost, seeing as his world has always been burning down around him. Ever since that day, that the one where they took Emma, the one when he truly lost everything.

?Emma Get away from the window!? said sharply toward his 10 year old sister ?You know that if they see us here.... Just get away from the window and come eat.?
?Fine? she said with a reluctant voice. She took one last look at the billboard playing snippits of Mag's last concert then walked to handsome dinner table to join her brother.
 She knew what was for dinner anyway, same thing they've been eating for the past few days. ?Can we get something... anything other than MRE's tomorrow??

He simply just smiled. Pulled the cord on two self heating wrappers infront of him.  ?You want lasagna or meatloaf?? She cringed at the thought, ?lasagna, please god anything but meatloaf.?

They had been staying in a newly orphaned house, left behind by some poor bastard who missed a payment on his heart transplant. The house had become property of Gene-Co as do all property of the recently deceased and ill-funded. So while waiting for the wrecking ball Gabriel did what any man would do in their situation, get his little sister out of the cold.  As long as they weren't caught everything would be fine for the week or so it takes for such houses to be resold or demolished.
However toward the end of their meal, they realized that the hopes of another quiet warm night was a pipe dream as they heard the distant click of other despondants coming through the front door.

Graverobber's dreams swayed at the point, what happens next to the duo... a memory he avoided, even his subconscious mind was unwilling to tread in that memory.
His body stirred momentarily, eyes opening enough to glimpse the building burning around him, he was vaguely aware of the fact that his whole body radiated pain, the pulsing agony that only burns can produce.  The world was burning around him alright, quite literally threatening to engulf him in the flames.

A man's life tends to flash before his eyes in moments like this. Not Graverobber's, no it was all of his mistakes, specifically all of his regrets, all of his failures. As the rafters started to turn to pitch and fall around him he had only one thought....

Just let me sleep, let me die. Emma, I hope you don't hate me, because I'm coming to find you.
It was with that last thought he returned to his dreams, fully expecting and hoping to never wake again. All the while, the world around him went up in smoke.

Chase the Morning / Re: Behind the Curtain - An OOC Thread
« on: July 12, 2014, 10:10:38 PM »
Oh come now darlin, this is GR were talking about. He doesn't need rescued, ever.


[size=18]Got It?[/size]

unless of course it's one of those times he needs rescued.

Chase the Morning / Re: Behind the Curtain - An OOC Thread
« on: July 12, 2014, 03:36:54 PM »
*rubs his legs thinking about cold concrete*

Come warm up by the fire!

Chase the Morning / Re: Behind the Curtain - An OOC Thread
« on: July 12, 2014, 11:08:57 AM »
*peeks out from dumpster* Why am I hiding? That bitch is hot.



Chase the Morning / Re: Behind the Curtain - An OOC Thread
« on: January 17, 2014, 05:43:10 PM »
My appologies to everyone involved in the SL in Repoland, I will do my best to get some things up and going again within the next few days

Chase the Morning / Re:
« on: November 09, 2013, 07:28:31 PM »
Watching the way that pixie played with her hands, watching her smile? so childlike, so innocent and playful. Everything about that moment reminded him of a scene from his past. One place he sure as sh!t didn't want to go.

A small girl dancing to etheral opera music, laughing, singing ?Reeepo man come taaake my hand!? She reached out to him asking for his hand, asking him to dance with her, an innocent smile on her face, simply just wanting to have fun and dance with her big brother.

?Dance with me Gabriel!?

?Not right now Em, I have to get ready for work.?

?Peeeeeeeees??   ?Pweeeeeeez!!! With cherries on top??

?Oh, damnet Emma, why do you have to be so good at that!?

Gabriel was a strong, strong enough to survive the ordeal of watching his parents brutally killed when he was only a child. Strong enough to take care of himself, while taking care his kid sister Emma, 5 years younger than him. He was always the type of person that when he set his mind to something, nothing could sway him from his course. Well almost nothing? he?d do anything for Emma.

As Nina caught herself on Graverobber?s arm he pulled himself out of that reverie, and shook himself back into the present. With Emma on his mind he simply didn't have the heart to follow through with his plan of seducing this one. In fact, the simple idea of the prospect made him sick. All he wanted in the world at this moment, couldn't be, It was all his fault, and the only thing he would do, could do about it is forget. Looking down at the her all too familair smile, pain of loss in his eyes, he mumbled softly as his free hand reached for that whiskey bottle.

"I think it's time you got out of here... if you still want a vial later, meet me at the market tomorrow and bring some money."

he let go of the woman, and scowled into his bottle of whiskey, drinking deeply. She could see her self out, or not... it hardly mattered.

The Marketplace / Re:
« on: October 30, 2013, 02:24:26 PM »
Looking down at the flyer, he coudn't help but smile at the impetuousness of that woman.... I got the feeling there's fun to be had with this one

"As long as there's money to be made, and other ... delicacies.
I'm in."

He grabbed the woman by the jawline, just above her throat. Not in a menacing way, more of a brusk sign of affection that only he could pull off. He leaned in smiling.

"I hope you follow through with that promise Red, I wouldn't be one to pass up being ... personally ... taken care of, by you."

With that, He turned heal and left her behind in that alleyway.

The Marketplace / Re:
« on: October 16, 2013, 02:42:49 PM »
My, but the bitch likes to play cat and mouse doesn?t she?.
Being a man such as himself he wasn?t about to say no to such a tempting plea.

His hand reached out to her cheek, and seductively in the mocking manner that was all but his own personal touch. He slowly took the coin from those fingers, taking the liberty for a moment to trace those alluring lips with his thumb as he regarded her.

He then went to work, the gun in his right hand, while his left greedily trailed from those lips all the way down to regard her left thigh, lifting it wantonly.
?We both know this has nothing to do with the money Red. I simply have something that you ? yearn for. And with lips like that ?.?
Leaving the rest unsaid, he lifted the gun teasingly in front of her, then set it to work following the same path his left hand had just traversed.

He leaned in to steal a taste of the woman?s lips? a hairs breadth away, then?

Pulled the trigger on that gun.

Chase the Morning / Re:
« on: October 16, 2013, 02:21:00 PM »
Watching her stumble around bumping into his furniture he couldn?t help but think to himself that shilo is going to be pissed when she gets home? no matter, I?ll pick up after I get rid of the nymph. I hope that fairy bitch doesn?t break any of my sh*t.

Still he couldn?t help but be amused at this little thing, watching her blissful smile as she bumped into the walls like a drunk cat

?Hey little one, don?t break anything!? with a wicked smile he continued?.  ?Come over here, and let me show you what the blue is really good for.?

As she perked up, registering his words, he couldn?t help a small self satisfied shrug? She got exactly what she wanted after all, and he couldn?t help the fact that the fairy, nymph ? thing was pretty damn cute in that haze, he was after all a man with needs of his own.

The Marketplace / Re:
« on: October 06, 2013, 03:12:35 PM »
He could hear the unearthly song before he saw her turn the corner.  He nodded solemnly to himself as he noticed the telltale gate to her movements, as if all of her joints are loosing their elasticity? There was no doubt to it, she was yet another junky, come to search him out.

It wasn?t until she was 20 yards away that he recognized her, it would take more than a few days for him to forget that fiery mane of hers. Noticing now the sway of her seductive hips, not yet lost to the necrosis of the blue, he smiled.

She came back for more

His smile widened as she bent in and whispered seductively to him.

Taking a moment to breath in her smell. Earthy this time, like a garden mixed with the intoxicating smell of her sweat.. and a hint blood?
He then backed up a bit to take in the sight of her, pointedly weighing her up, as if she was a price cut of meat.

?So Red, your back already huh? Seems like you enjoy being lost in that blur, it does look good on you after all.
You looking for another hit, or something... more??

He regarded her with a cocky pointed glare, as he pulled out and started to twirl a vial of Z, a demure smile painted on his lips as he recognized the telltale quiver all addicts gave at the sight of their redemption.

Chase the Morning / Re: Behind the Curtain - An OOC Thread
« on: October 06, 2013, 02:18:20 PM »
I heard some sexy voice calling my name.... damn this hangover!

Oh well, some very near and dear friends keep telling me to come back to Rhydin and stop with my binge... doesn't make sense to me, I prefer my haze of whiskey and warm bitches surrounding me. But ... in the immortal words of Nathan Fillion "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." so here I am. Ready to help all of you dirty things fulfill all your greedy, filthy, desires to your heart's content!

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