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1. Supernatural, for the case of this Play, is defined as paranormal events that might be possible in the real world. Hauntings, curses, and supernatural creatures (vampires, werewolves, ghosts, etc.) belong in this category.

» For worlds/characters whose existence rely heavily upon the presence of magic, visit the Fantasy DP.

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2. Each Act may have its own additional rules. These will be located in the first post of that Act. Follow them.

1/27/2009 . Edited by Chasing Skylines, 3/15/2009 #1


Anything Goes


The first person to post will get to determine the setting. The plot will develop based on Player's actions.

Additional Rules

None. Just come on in and play.

Act-Specific Characters

Marcus - a man hunted by the denizens of the Underworld for a past tarnish on his family's history.

1/31/2009 . Edited by Chasing Skylines, 3/15/2009 #2

((Well, I've been waiting around hoping someone will put up a starting idea here, but they haven't...so...*racks brains*...))

The setting is a bus stop on a city street in the middle of the night.

Leon staggers out from a backstreet. He stoops in a slight, uncomfortable hunch, one arm wrapped around his chest, and is out of breath as though he has been running. He makes it into the empty structure of the bus shelter, and slides down onto the ground, back pressed into the corner, still panting.

((Don't forget the double parentheses for non-play comments, and there's no need to italicize the narration. ~Kylie))

2/25/2009 . Edited by Kyllorac, 2/25/2009 #3

Cladissa had been waiting peacefully for the bus, a dreamy smile on her lips as she thought of Emaury, when a man staggered in, abruptly shattering the quiet of her thoughts. He seemed to be in dire straits, but she was unaccompanied by any male escort, and so she hesitated to address the ragged man, instead shrinking into her own corner, willing herself invisible.

2/25/2009 . Edited 2/25/2009 #4

((thanks for the edit Kylie))

Leon began to cough. At first, it was only a short, sharp grate, tacking onto the end of an occasional breath, then it began to get rougher, coarser. It didn't stop, it just kept on going, seeming to take over the breathing entirely.

2/25/2009 . Edited 2/25/2009 #5
Chasing Skylines

From his seat on the corner opposite the nicely-dressed lady, Marcus raised his eyebrows at the bedraggled looking man. "Are you okay, sir?"

2/25/2009 . Edited 2/25/2009 #6

With a haggard attempt at clearing his throat, Leon tried to answer, but no words came out, just a short silence followed by a choked, 'hack', sound. Instead, he settled for waving one hand in the direction of the potential interferer, and then pitched forward onto his hands and knees.

2/25/2009 #7
Chasing Skylines

The man was like a rabid dog. There was definitely something wrong with him, Marcus noted. He seemed split between convulsing his arm and sprawling forward on his hands and knees. Marcus stretched up and dug for his cell phone in case things moved further awry.

2/25/2009 #8

With a last choking spasm, there came a small, metallic clink as something hit the pavement. Able to breathe easily once more, Leon flopped back into his corner, resting his head against the wall behind him. On the pavement where he had been crouched lay a glinting, blood coated bullet.

Leon looked up to meet the stares of those looking at him.

“I’m fine,” he said.

2/25/2009 . Edited 2/25/2009 #9

Cladissa stared at the bullet, her eyes as wide as saucers, as she tried to shrink even further into the shadows that draped her corner of the shelter.

2/25/2009 #10
Chasing Skylines

"Are you sure, sir?" Marcus asked, hand on his slim cell phone.

2/25/2009 #11

Leon had caught the startled movement of the woman sat at the other end of the shelter. He ignored the man, and instead fixed the nervous woman with a stare. When sure that she had noticed his unwavering, predatory fixation, he made as if to lunge.

2/25/2009 #12

Cladissa shrieked and whipped her parasol in front of her like a club.

2/25/2009 . Edited 2/25/2009 #13

With the barest trace of a smirk on his mouth, Leon fell back into his corner, and wiped the trails of blood and spit from his chin with the back of his sleeve.

"Easy," he said, and then, as though it was obvious, "Joke."

He looked up to the other man, cellphone still in hand, and the smirk vanished.

"You put that away now," he said.

2/25/2009 #14
Chasing Skylines

Marcus scrutinized the savage man. Often times the less sane folk appeared at city bus stops; better to comply to their wishes if it means safety. He put the cell phone away.

2/25/2009 #15

Cladissa clutched her parasol with both hands, the knuckles whitening from the pressure. Her whole body shook like the husk of a leaf in an autumn wind, and she watched Leon from beneath the stylish veil pinned to her hat.

2/25/2009 #16

Once the cell phone vanished, Leon let out a sigh - perhaps of relief - and scooped up the bullet he had recently hawked up onto the pavement. He studied it for a moment, rolling it back and forth between his fingers, and then pocketed it. From another pocket, he drew out a battered, hand-rolled cigarette.

"Either of you have a light?"

2/25/2009 #17

Such audacity! Asking a lady for a "light," and then smoking a tawdry excuse for a proper cigar in front of her! Cladissa flushed with mortification and did not deign to answer, concluding that her peers were indeed correct in the assumption that the ranks of the lower classes were filled with uncouth individuals.

2/26/2009 #18
Chasing Skylines

Marcus tapped his wrist watch. It was getting late, and he had to get under the cover of his home.

He looked at the unpleasant man and frowned. "I don't smoke, sorry."

2/26/2009 #19

Leon shrugged, shoving the cigarette back into his pocket.

"Should've guessed," he said. "Not many people do these days."

As he slumped slightly into his seat, he became very aware of the stiff, awkward stillness settled over the other two, as well as the fact that they were both doing their best to ignore him, and watch him at the same time.

He cleared his throat.

"I'm not here long. Just needed to catch my breath," he tried explaining, "you know?"

2/26/2009 #20
Chasing Skylines

Conversation would pass the time. He twisted the strap of his wrist watch, winding it around his wrist three times over before stopping.

"Catch your breath from what?" Maybe he was fresh from a gang war. The bus sure was taking its sweet time getting here.

2/26/2009 #21

Leon met the man's gaze, and seemed to consider whether or not he would keep talking. Deciding that conversation, however stilted, would provide a welcome distraction from the biting pain in his stomach, he retrieved the bullet from his jacket pocket. He didn't notice that as he rootled for the small object, the jacket was pulled back far enough to reveal a good, definite glimpse of his t-shirt, caked in blood - one stain clotted and blackening, the other still remarkably fresh.

Having found the bullet, he held it up for the disapproving man to see.

"Well, this for a start," he said, with a glimmer of a grin.

2/26/2009 #22

Cladissa paled and wondered, panicked, just what was taking Emaury so long to arrive.

2/26/2009 #23
Chasing Skylines

The bus swerved at the head of the street; and with it, two beeps from his watch. Marcus groaned. He better get away from these two.

"The bus is coming," Marcus said, nodding in the respective direction.

"I'm waiting for another bus," he explained before they asked. Hopefully they wouldn't know this was the last bus, the midnight bus.

2/28/2009 #24

"I am waiting for my fiance," Cladissa said meekly from her corner. "He gave his word that he would arrive soon to escort me home."

2/28/2009 . Edited 2/28/2009 #25

Leon made a noise of mock horror as he pocketed the bullet once more.

"And she speaks," he muttered.

2/28/2009 . Edited 2/28/2009 #26

Cladissa graced Leon with a disdainful glare.

2/28/2009 #27

Catching the glare, Leon grinned back, but the grin wavered, and warped to a grimace.

Shifting in his seat, he let out a hiss of pain, his hands going to his stomach.

"Okay," he said, voice thin, "I think I'm good now."

He tried to rise to his feet. He barely got halfway from the ground, before crumpling straight back down in a heap.

"Aw sh!t..." he gasped.

2/28/2009 #28
Chasing Skylines

Marcus glanced at the heap that was the rugged man. The bus swooped past. They hadn't been waiting for the bus after all. Why would they be at a bus stop, then! Frustrated more for their safety, Marcus decided it was time to flee.

Too late.

Shrouded in flames, decked with lethal looking accessories, the she-demon with crackled skin appraised him; an Erinyes, or easier said, a Furie.

"I'm not who you're looking for," Marcus blurted.

2/28/2009 . Edited 2/28/2009 #29

In the commotion of the Fury's arrival (not that Leon had a clue what it was) Leon took advantage of the distraction to pull up his t-shirt, and gouge his fingers into the bloodied bullet wound at his midriff.

The one in his lung had sorted itself out quickly, being forced out through the throat - he'd been hoping the one in his stomach would do the same, but that just hadn't been the case. Every movement and breath, he could feel it sitting there, lodged into something it probably shouldn't be. All other parts to the wound had almost healed. Every inch of flesh he pushed through screamed in protest. If the bus shelter had been abandoned, as he'd hoped it would be, he would have been able to do this straight away - however, with two seemingly normal people sat there staring at him, amateur self surgery hadn't really been an option. The second bullet finally found and gripped, he ripped it swiftly out (it's like a band-aid - the quicker you get it done, the quicker it will stop hurting).

Immediately, he felt better - and it was then he realised just what had joined them at the bus-stop.

"What the hell?" he screamed.

2/28/2009 #30
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