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Rewind: Hold on to Your Head

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Rewind: Hold on to Your Head

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Redifin on Tue Jun 22, 2010 2:15 am

((Please experienced players, that means: creativity, GOOD GRAMMAR!

All NPC's are playable.

No God-mode, do not control other characters, have fun, most rules are common sense.))

He stared at the sun up above, but only for a half second. It was too bright to stare into any longer. Every now and again it was impossible not to stare at the sun for a half second. He looked back down; a picture of the sun, a multi-colored circle impaired his vision. This circle finally went away. He stood on the bank, looking over the lake. He looked at himself in the water; it was brown water (still a little clear) with mosses on the lake bottom.

It was a beautiful day. A few clouds, felt good, smelled good, looked good, was good. Ducks swam peacefully across the lake. One fell behind entranced by something in the water. Its head was darting back and forth. It moved its beak close to the water and struck once, softly. It didn’t get the entrancing thing. Then it must have realized it had fallen behind and swam back to the others frantically. The others looked back slowly to check on the approaching one.

He smiled but the smile left quickly. There was something missing. He felt a twang of loneliness inside him, deep inside. He looked at his muddy shoes and began to cry. It was a noiseless crying. His shoulders didn’t even move up and down. He wasn’t frowning or sniffing, or moaning, or breathing heavily, but it was crying. Tears slowly crept out of his eyes and down the trail of his nose to the tip to drip off. Then he was interrupted by a large heavy hand on his shoulder. He wasn’t embarrassed. He wasn’t frightened, he knew that hand.

He looked up to him. The bigger he was smiling a warm and bright smile. The smile said to cheer up, don’t cry. The little he smiled back, tears kept coming, but they slowed down. The smile said okay, but only because you were here. Directly under the sun they stood on the lake’s bank.



Jack awoke in a sweat. That dream always gave him the willies, because it was so vivid. The emotions were all too real. He got up from bed. His boxers stuck to his thighs. He went to the bathroom and drank deeply from the faucet. He took one look at his scrawny body and left. It was four in the morning.

He didn't go back to sleep, instead he sat on his sofa in the small studio apartment, flipping the channels every other minute. Nothing was on T.V. It was hot. His electricity bill was too high last month, this month he let the AC alone. A drip of sweat rolled down his face. He didn’t wipe it away.

A few minutes passed by. Then a knock at the door, he left the sofa to answer. He let the chain fall and unlocked the deadbolt. The door was forced open and hit him smack in the forehead.

“What the fuck?” He yelped as he heard a gun cock. He looked up, his vision blurred. A woman in a suit looked down at him, her eyebrows both check marks. They burrowed down, and gave her green eyes a fierce look. She held a pistol aiming straight between Jack’s eyes. Her hair was a light brown.

“Who the holy hell a-,” Jack couldn’t finish his sentence. Her pistol came across his face, ripping flesh open and nearly breaking his nose. “You crazy bitch!” He wailed in pain, covering his wounded face.

“Get up you piece of shit,” she said with authority. Jack didn’t move, but instead looked up with only one eye open. His face was bleeding, and the rest of the right side of his face was blood red. His nose was slightly crooked, maybe it was broken. “I’m not going to ask again, would you like the other side of your face messed up too?”

Jack sighed which ended with a shudder. He got up and holding his face, with the other hand in the air. She walked out of the door, still pointing her pistol at him.

“You walk ahead of me,” she said in the same harsh tone. Jack complied and she led him to a black Toyota sedan. “Get in, and don’t try a damn thing.”



“So what the fuck is going on?”

She drove with the pistol pointed at his temple. He didn’t even glance her way.

“You’re under arrest by the PIA, Psi Intelligence Agency.”

“What is that?”

“Do not act like you don’t know,” she said softly. “You lit up on our monitoring system yesterday for Psi related energy. This is a threat to America, and the world. I have said enough, now shut the hell up.”

“I haven’t even heard of PIA,” Jack said angrily. At that moment another blast of pain as the woman pushed the end of the gun into Jack’s temple as hard as she could have.

“I told you to shut the hell up!”

Jack began to yell. Curse words jumbled out of his mouth clumsily as if they were jell-o. His neck filled with veins, and his face turned a dark red. The vessels in the white’s of his eyes grew, and covered the white almost completely. Giving them a just toked up look. Then suddenly the car died. The windshield began to crack.

“Stop this right now, or I swear I will put a bullet in your head,” but Jack continued to yell gibberish until there were gunshots. “GET DOWN!”

All the windows of the car exploded in shards. There were loud pounds on the doors, and whizzing bullets went by above their heads. Then, to Jack, everything went dark.
Though it was happening, and he would never be the same again.

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Re: Rewind: Hold on to Your Head

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Redifin on Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:30 pm

((((bump))))

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