Saga: Dimming Lights
Oct 29, 2007 10:56:26 GMT
Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2007 10:56:26 GMT
Crawling through decimated ruins, a young boy runs to the only safe place he knows followed by the cries and screams of his pursuers. He stumbles over the concrete as he tries to get away, a glass bottle shattering at the area above his head. With tears in his eyes, the kid forces himself to go on as small fragments of glass drop from the air and threaten to slice into him. Stumbling wildly as he reaches a door, he steps backwards as the door is hurled open and he has to alter his course, his pursuers gaining in number, at least twenty of them. He slips down a back-alley and prays for an opening at the end, he twists down into a leftward alleyway and runs straight into a closed off wall...
He fearfully turns his head, shaking, as he can see his pursuers stalking towards him. One comes forward as their leader, he's a bald man with a thick black beard, he's wearing the same clothes as anyone else who works their minimum wage mining job so that their small town can pay Taxes to Emperor Roos. He cracks his knuckles threateningly and stalks towards him with a maniacal glare in his eye
"You fink you could get away wiv it? HUH?" He demanded, the kid trying to edge himself away slowly and shakily
"Please, we can't leave things like they are..."
"Yes we can, you little git! Or we could have done until you sprayed that Graffiti everywhere!" the bald man pointed with a thick finger at some dark black letters announcing
"Stop paying the devil!"
He glared back at the boy and pulled out a long iron pipe with an angry glare in his eye
"Well then, let's see just what we can do for YOU then" He snarled, lunging forward as the boy cowered.
In a flash a fist crashed into the man's face and sent him flying backwards and up into a far wall in a spray of blood. He fell to the floor coughing in pain and feeling at his pulped nose
"Wha... Bu... das not fair..." he stammered incoherently
"23 against a small boy, that isn't fair. Getting a taste of your own medicine? Is sweet justice" the stranger who'd attacked the bald man was shrouded in a huge billowing brown cloak, a hood shading his face view and the only part of him visible were his grey trousers and simple brown shoes. One of the crowd tried to run at him but was hit in the side of the head by a knee and sent tumbling to the floor. Another attempted to take advantage of this and was promptly hit in the chest by a foot and the sound of cracking ribs. The cloaked figure stood in front of the boy, not moving, yet no-one could get close. After three people had been seriously hurt, the crowd decided to disperse. The cloaked man stood over the cowering boy and descended on him quickly, and it was here that the boy passed out
"hmmm? yes?"
"I have one for the propaganda campaign" the cloaked man said curtly, the receptionist hastily called for some carriers as he left the unconscious boy flat on her desk and stalked away to the center of the base, his cloak flapping with his movements. He entered a large chamber, decrepit and filled with empty boxes and barrels, it looks like a scummy warehouse compared to the gleaning white and silver corridors that made up the technologically advanced Rebel Base. But this was the entrance point and it was here that he was to wait for anyone else who was coming, he gently pulled down his hood and stared forward. The brown hair spiked a little less bouncily, the eyes were a little colder and lacked the constant glow of Epsilon that many would expect him to have but despite the scars and increase in age, he was still clearly recognizable as Carniku Inuzuki, a rebel, fighting against his former best friends. He sat stoically, his eyes staring forwards, waiting...
((OOC: Sort of an unofficial 'Rebels' thread to go along with Roos' 'Emperor Roos' thread. So Good guys post here, its currently set in Juin, but the earlier bit wasn't, the bit with the kid... ah, you know what I mean))
He fearfully turns his head, shaking, as he can see his pursuers stalking towards him. One comes forward as their leader, he's a bald man with a thick black beard, he's wearing the same clothes as anyone else who works their minimum wage mining job so that their small town can pay Taxes to Emperor Roos. He cracks his knuckles threateningly and stalks towards him with a maniacal glare in his eye
"You fink you could get away wiv it? HUH?" He demanded, the kid trying to edge himself away slowly and shakily
"Please, we can't leave things like they are..."
"Yes we can, you little git! Or we could have done until you sprayed that Graffiti everywhere!" the bald man pointed with a thick finger at some dark black letters announcing
"Stop paying the devil!"
He glared back at the boy and pulled out a long iron pipe with an angry glare in his eye
"Well then, let's see just what we can do for YOU then" He snarled, lunging forward as the boy cowered.
In a flash a fist crashed into the man's face and sent him flying backwards and up into a far wall in a spray of blood. He fell to the floor coughing in pain and feeling at his pulped nose
"Wha... Bu... das not fair..." he stammered incoherently
"23 against a small boy, that isn't fair. Getting a taste of your own medicine? Is sweet justice" the stranger who'd attacked the bald man was shrouded in a huge billowing brown cloak, a hood shading his face view and the only part of him visible were his grey trousers and simple brown shoes. One of the crowd tried to run at him but was hit in the side of the head by a knee and sent tumbling to the floor. Another attempted to take advantage of this and was promptly hit in the chest by a foot and the sound of cracking ribs. The cloaked figure stood in front of the boy, not moving, yet no-one could get close. After three people had been seriously hurt, the crowd decided to disperse. The cloaked man stood over the cowering boy and descended on him quickly, and it was here that the boy passed out
"hmmm? yes?"
"I have one for the propaganda campaign" the cloaked man said curtly, the receptionist hastily called for some carriers as he left the unconscious boy flat on her desk and stalked away to the center of the base, his cloak flapping with his movements. He entered a large chamber, decrepit and filled with empty boxes and barrels, it looks like a scummy warehouse compared to the gleaning white and silver corridors that made up the technologically advanced Rebel Base. But this was the entrance point and it was here that he was to wait for anyone else who was coming, he gently pulled down his hood and stared forward. The brown hair spiked a little less bouncily, the eyes were a little colder and lacked the constant glow of Epsilon that many would expect him to have but despite the scars and increase in age, he was still clearly recognizable as Carniku Inuzuki, a rebel, fighting against his former best friends. He sat stoically, his eyes staring forwards, waiting...
((OOC: Sort of an unofficial 'Rebels' thread to go along with Roos' 'Emperor Roos' thread. So Good guys post here, its currently set in Juin, but the earlier bit wasn't, the bit with the kid... ah, you know what I mean))