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located in The Medialoum, a part of Coffee in Hell, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Medialoum



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Character Portrait: Genocide McCall Character Portrait: Cecil Caerwyn
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The air was crackling with tension, white hot and explosive just like the lightning that had struck the large structure in the middle of The Medialoum. Odd Came a inquiring thought from a dark haired man, standing with his hands in his pockets with a cigarette hanging from his lips. The ground rumbled with thunder, rattling his chest, bushes shivering around him as if quivering in fear. Chewing the end of his cigarette Genocide turned his shoulders to gaze towards the palace, shoulders hunched, unaware of the chaos hat ensued after the bolt of electricity. In fact, he was no where near the castle like building, about half a mile away buying a bottle of wine for this evenings dinner. "What a sight, nearly scared me out of my skin." Came the shrill voice of the plum woman who was selling to him. His dark eyes flicked to her, torn away from the palace as his lip twitched up in he beginnings of a sneer.

"Keep the change," Genocide practically growled as he snatched the bottle by its neck and placed the bill in the lady's hand. Lifting his cigarette from his lips he exhaled slowly, allowing the smoke out through his nose, eyes narrowing on the palace. With a shrug he returned the half smoked cigarette back at the corner of his lips. Genocide pulled up the hood of his jacket as small raindrops began to drop from the sky, pitter pattering on the warm cement beneath the demon's shoes. He tucked the bottle inside his jacket, under one arm, protecting it from sight and the intensifying rain as he retreated to the haven of the Medialoum palace.

By the time he reached one of the numerous entrances and exits his clothing was soaked and cigarette near gone. Standing under the patio he shook out his hood and jacket as best as possible, revealing a mop of dark hair and small, pointy ears. Scrunching his nose he fumbled with the door knob, finally pushing his way inside, only to meet complete insanity. Familiar faces ran around in a mad scramble, bewilderment and fear stinking the air as the demon kicked the door closed behind him. What in the seven rings of Hell was going on around here?!

Shouts were indicating that there were injured people, time slowing to a near stand still as Genocide made one connection to the next. The cigarette butt dropped from his mouth, as did the wine bottle from his hand, both hitting the ground at the same time. The wine painted the white tiles of the palace blood red, the shattering of glass ringing in the demon's hypersensitive ears. "Where is he?" He barely recognized his voice as he took unsure steps down the hall, a sense of panic overcoming him as his brisk walk turned into a frantic run. "Cecil!" Genocide called out, searching the faces of those he passed, pushing and shouldering his way through.

"Where is he?!"

The demon's bellow echoed out, over the voices of the many others, startling even himself in his desperate search for his curly haired love.

"Where! Is! Cecil!

OOC:Hey guys, finally posted (Whew! Glad I got that off my chest!) lemme know if you need anything changed. I am human, so to speak, and often make mistakes. It wont hurt my feelings, much, to go back and fix something. Im bound to get something wrong eventually!