Introduction
in a population
that God has left behind.
In these barren streets
the neon lights
will be your guide.
All their limbs are stretched,
holding tight what could have been.
No one here is innocent
because we can't forgive.
God made this place a haven
for the motionless and weak--
a paradise of endless hope,
no progress to be seen.
The houses are abandoned
by those who could escape
while we will be the future
and you,
you will never change.
Washing your hands in blood
won't take away the stain.
Since there's no room in Heaven,
He made this town,
this town, your grave.
The cross they bear,
a burden that they just can't stand.
They're holding on to nothing;
time is slipping through their hands.
So easily they point their finger,
the first to pass the blame
while we will be the future
and you,
you will never change!
-This Town, Your Grave by IPS-
"You clever mess, you!"
Two people stood side-by-side at the edge of a rooftop, looking down at the barren street below. The one who had just spoken, a tall boy with black hair and an absolutely contagious smile, was holding a rusty knife in his hand. His companion, who was considerably shorter than he was and had sandy brown hair that stuck up every which way like he'd just gotten out of bed, had a small pad of paper and a pen.
"Just say your part, Jared," he said, obviously quite pleased with himself, "You said you had an idea before I told you mine."
"Oh yeah," Jared-- the black-haired boy-- mused. He was still wearing that playful little smile, "I was just thinking that maybe we could hack one of the Lights to favor us. Y'know, when it ought to say 'go' we can make it say 'stay' instead."
"It wouldn't work."
"But Neil--"
"Do you remember me telling you about Drew?" Neil interjected with a suddenly sharp tone.
Jared nodded slowly.
"That's how The Swan got him. Hacked Lights. The system is too well-constructed for something like that to go unnoticed. I imagine it's a Rule now, actually..."
He paused for a moment and then flipped through the pages of his writing pad until he reached one that was covered in spidery handwriting. Quickly, he scribbled a new line at the bottom of the page, flipped back to the one he'd been on earlier and looked back over at Jared.
"Anyways. Shall we test this or what?"
"Yeah, of course. So I just jump?"
"Mhmm."
The smile on Jared's face faltered a little when he looked back down at the street six stories below. His fist tightened around the knife and his jaw tensed. He had the strangest look of nostalgia on his face, almost as if he'd jumped off a building before.
His next comment made it clear that he had:
"God, that apartment building was so much higher..."
He was just about to step over the edge when the ground gave a mighty shiver, causing him and Neil to lose their balance and tumble over backwards.
Neon light flooded the hazy grey sky with a bloody glow.
"Crap! What does it say?!" Jared yelped, trying desperately to regain his footing even though the building was still trembling a little from the 'earthquake'.
"Find them." Was Neil's curt response. Already upright, he was staring across the street at the neon sign that had appeared out of thin air atop the opposite building. "Looks like we'll have to test your theory another time then."
Jared finally managed to get up and immediately started for the door that opened up to the staircase that led down into the building they were standing on. Neil trailed along behind him, occasionally glancing back at the sign and muttering to himself.
It was bright red. He'd only ever seen a red Light once before, and the events that had followed its appearance hadn't been good. A quick glance at the horizon caused him to freeze just as he was entering the stairwell.
The horizon was hazy. Barely visible, in fact. The Swan was going to arrive soon, it seemed. Now panicked, he ran down the stairs two at a time to catch up with Jared.
"It's shifting again," he said frantically, "The Black Swan is coming; we need to find 'them' before anyone else does or we're screwed."
His companion studied him carefully but said nothing. He instead focused on descending, clearly eager to leave the building as quickly as possible. When the two finally burst out of the front doors and on to the street, Jared spoke again:
"How many strikes have you got left?"
Neil checked his wrist in the manner that one would glance at their watch to see the time, only he was looking at the pale flesh of his wrist rather than a timepiece. His face went white an instant later.
"Only one... This is why I never keep count. What about you?"
"I think I have two. Let's get going; others have probably seen the Light by now."
There were no signs of any other living things on the street or in the dilapidated buildings on either side of it, but Neil nodded solemnly nonetheless and the two set off running straight down the center of the asphalt path.
Their feet kicked up billowing clouds of dust mixed with ash that were very clearly visible to the dark shadow perched on the very ledge that Jared had been about to leap from a few minutes ago. It watched them vanish around a bright street corner that marked the start of a much more vibrant part of the city.
When it could no longer see their clouds, it simply vanished like a wisp of smoke dispersed by the wind. The only sign of its presence on the rooftop was the single black feather that drifted down to rest precisely where it had been standing.
Everything has a way out.
That includes life, whose way out happens to be its opposite: death.
Most don't leave until its their time and others will force their fellow man out prematurely, but few actually depart of their own free will. It is only the broken, the fallen, the desperate who show themselves through life's back door via suicide, being unable to take it for another second.
For whatever reason, you are one of those people. Fed up with your world, you extinguish yourself using whatever means you deem appropriate, expecting it all to end with blackness or else the supposed fire and brimstone of Hell. Heaven is too good for you, after all.
Perhaps you do catch a glimpse of Hell or maybe even Paradise, but then something wrenches you away before you see more than a flash of color and you are met with something that feels uncannily like sleeping.
So you welcome the peace. You sleep.
When you awaken, you find that you are very much alive and that you bear evidence of your suicide quite clearly on your body, be it in scabbed-over gashes or in ugly bruises painting your neck black from where the noose dug in. Maybe you've even got some broken bones; it all depends on how you went out. Fortunately, these wounds heal rather quickly and you are left with no more damage than a few scars and perhaps a bit of a limp.
Welcome to Fulgor.
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[size=200]Full name here.[/size]
[size=110][u][b]-::Age::-[/b][/u][/size]
[size=90]Anywhere from fifteen to... uh... I dunno. Teenager to young adult.[/size]
[size=110][u][b]-::Gender::-[/b][/u][/size]
[size=90]Male or female, derp.[/size]
[size=110][u][b]-::Physical Appearance::-[/b][/u][/size]
[size=90]I like a lot of details here. Don't ask why; just write until you think you've described your character enough to give me a good picture in my head. And no, a real picture won't do.[/size]
[size=110][u][b]-::Method of Suicide::-[/b][/u][/size]
[size=90]How did they kill themselves? Try not to use the same method as anyone else if you can help it.[/size]
Personality
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[size=90]Pretty straightforward, I suppose. I like really detailed personalities too. I'd rather not have an army of stereotypical "emo" kids.[/size]
History
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[size=90]Just give me enough of a *realistic* history here that I understand why they killed themselves.[/size]
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He would listen, though. He would force himself to. While this world was proving to be less deserted than he’d initially thought, ditching this group was not yet an option. In unknown territory, friendly relationships determined your survival. Brian did not know how the others thought about their second chance at life, but he had no interest in dying again. He had not even truly wanted to die the first time – it had merely been the right thing to do. Only hypocrites exempt themselves from their own principles, and Brian wasn’t one.
Elin Fisher, the albinogirl (as he would probably continue to refer to her), turned out to be waltzed over by a train. Brian’s opinion of her dropped, just a little. The ditzy thing had probably not given it much thought, but suicide ought to be a private affair. Why traumatize a train driver, or inconvenience the hundreds of people relying on the train to be on time? Had she secretly wanted the attention? The same thing could be asked of Jared, though Brian reserved his judgement for this man. He could have used a deserted building, or harbored a strong desire to attempt self-propelled flight, after all.
And then there was this drowned rat. Damp, dirty dreads (Brian viewed all dreads to be dirty) framed a shifty-eyed, cautious face. Judging from the singed smell emanating from her clothes, she had not truly drowned. Electrocution? Did she realize how much inconvenience that caused for whoever shared her electricity network? No, before that, would she even have cared? Brian was reminded of a similar suicide back when he still lived in student apartments. It had killed the electricity on his computer, making him lose considerable process on his thesis. He was no longer bitter about it, though – Brian had evened things out by stealing several small valuables from the guy’s room, and defaced his grave a week later. Justice.
Brian wasn’t sure he could hide his budding contempt for miss dreadlocks, so he said nothing. Still, did they have time to leisurely stand around and get to know each other? Neil and Jared seemed to be in no hurry. Would the obviously well-nourished pair help the newcomers with food and a place to sleep? Brian had killed himself after a good breakfast, so he could go without sleep and food for a little longer, but all this useless chatter was only increasing his migraine.
“Did you guys hear that?” Brian said, quickly spinning around as if he’d heard something behind him. He hadn’t, of course – he was just looking for an excuse to isolate and recompose himself. If only he had brought his music player with him…
“I’ll check it out,” he proposed, eyeing Neil to inquire to the safety of doing so.
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Not that many mthods of suicide could be considered not painful. She'd given the roof-jumping thing some consideration, but had come tot he conclusion that it might go wrong and she might just end up horribly breaking something and not actually dying properly, and that was not something you wanted to mess up.
She glanced round, noting something of a look of disapproval from Brian, something that made her quickly lower her head and hunch her shoulders.
In truth Elin's choice of method had been for something like that, though not so much for the attention afforded by doing so, but more becuase of whar had struck her before hand. She'd considered hanging as an option, and the attic small appartment as the location, having an overhanging beam that would work, but she'd lost her nerve at the last minute . She realized that no-one was likely to find out about it, likely for weeks at least. the police might have only started looking when she didn't show up for court, and might then start looking, but even then...a long while would have passed before anyone made the grisly discovery. The idea bothered her so profoundly that she'd had to find some way to get it over quickly, and in the open, having it dealt with fast....if more violently.
She took a moment to regard the dreadlocked woman that was the new arrival, finding her a little threatening looking, despite her somewhat defensive body language. She guessed it was the dreads..of the peircings..or the clothing. Well,s he was naturally rather cowardly, and the girl looked like the sort of person who punched first and asked questions later... She quickly forced the whole thing out of her head, internally scolding herself.
'Who are you to be making judgements? You're the one who killed a seven year old...' she thought to herself, realizing how ridiculous it was to be making snap judgements about these people considering her own nasty secret.
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Justice watched the situation blankly. New people were increasingly annoying now-adays. When she'd arrived, she'd had at least some idea of what happened to her. These people; God... Of course jumping off a building sounded painful! It's called suicide, correct? There has to be some pain implied there... But who was she to talk. She was standing there relying on the strength of another. She was no better than these newbies; sure, she had more knowledge, but she was pathetic when it came to surviving alone. Her eyes flickered around as Brian commented on hearing something. "There wasn't anything," she murmured more to herself than to the others.
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Neil didn't protest. A look of worry crossed his face-- if there had really been a sound then that could mean that danger was nearby-- but bad things rarely occurred in this area. There were still too many witnesses about, and he knew enough of the Black Swan to be certain that the malevolent entity liked to be discreet.
"Don't get too far away. It should be safe, but you never know," was all he said.
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"Oh, it wasn't that bad until I hit the ground."
You could tell by the slight quaver at his voice that Jared's cheerful mask was starting to crumble a little bit. He couldn't help it; remembering that hopelessness was enough to make anyone feel like shit. Coupled with the almost-dive from that building earlier, he was on the verge of a miniature flashback-induced breakdown, and that probably wouldn't be a fun experience for anyone involved.
He distracted himself by addressing what Justice had just quietly pointed out in an equally low voice: "It's alright, he probably just needs some alone time or something."
His gaze flickered skywards, reading something that wasn't there, and he immediately bit his lower lip in a decidedly anxious manner. He and Neil exchanged a look and then Neil spoke in a voice that was loud enough for everyone in the immediate area to hear pretty clearly but quiet enough that his words would not attract any unwanted attention:
"We'd best get moving soon. Just putting it out there."
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"Smile, sunshine; it's not worth being sad here."
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Spent most of the weekend onto various call centres being told to do lots of useless stuff to the router. D:
Thankfully it's back for now and I can finish my research work.
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Because it's been a week and all. xD
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D:
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Sorry for being so negligent. Business and all that jazz. Ugh. I do not want to go back to school tomorrow; it's too soon.
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Happy new year. I need to find me a corner to hide in once people start showing up at my house. Have fun with your headaches~
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He can square off with Brian °v°
On an unrelated note, happy new year everyone. Well, in two hours where I live, anyway. Leaving now to engage in meaningless headache-inducing social interactions with friends and family! Wait shit, I'm channeling Brian. fsgdsgs
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(Do you suppose a good bludgeoning would fix up Robbie?)
EDIT: I hope my post doesn't restrict other people. Apologies if it does.
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Any objections?