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| Rooftop Encounters; Wither and Violey | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 18 2009, 04:20 AM (287 Views) | |
| Wolfsbane | Mar 17 2009, 07:01 PM Post #1 |
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... who the schmuck was who decided to steal vampires from the horrific creatures of the night they were to turn them into the sexual fantasies of prepubescent girls? And whether or not it's morally acceptable to beat the crap out of him? ... if, after St. Patrick banished all snakes from Ireland, the Irish then saw the British coming and wished they had the snakes back? ... how the "Watchmen" CGI team felt about designing Li'l Doc Manhattan? ... if those who get tattoos give a moment's thought to how they're going to look in the nursing home? ... how many times Quentin Tarantino drops the f-bomb in his day-to-day life? ... if Paula Deen is really as Paula Deen-y as she acts of TV? ... if Alan Moore's hand gets stuck whenever he has to scratch his chin? |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Chamber(Old) | Mar 17 2009, 07:37 PM Post #2 |
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I have crap loads of tattoos. And yeah, the thought of growing old with my body as a blank canvas scares the shit out of me. |
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| Lodestone | Mar 18 2009, 12:22 AM Post #3 |
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Found a neat movie. If you don't like conspiracy theories, don't watch it. I myself don't agree nor do I disagree with some of the things in here, but it is interesting. The Obama Deception |
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| Rawson | Mar 18 2009, 02:42 AM Post #4 |
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Here's a left wing conspiracy movie, to keep things balanced. Honestly, I have no idea if what they're saying is true, and if it is I don't agree or disagree with all of it. But it's pretty good. Zeitgeist |
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| Lodestone | Mar 18 2009, 02:55 AM Post #5 |
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Saw that over a year ago. Good movie. |
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| Wither | Mar 18 2009, 04:20 AM Post #6 |
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Date :: 2/25/2009 Where :: Boarding House Roof The night air was cool and the breeze whipped across the roof top. It is a quite place to go and escape people. Kevin had only been in the boarding house for a few days now and he often retreated up here when he just wanted to think. A few days ago he was at a nice plush school that had everything he could ever dream of. And now he was on his own in a small apartment in a part of the world he knows very little about. And lately his powers have been begging him to touch something. He's been trying to fight to urges but sometimes you just get tired of seeing the world in Wither-Vision. And in those times he found himself looking for ways to feed his hunger without hurting anyone. And tonight turned out to be one of those nights. He walked out to the ledge and looked over it and watched as people moved around on the street below. He dug around in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small digital recorder and pushed the record button. “Day one... it's time to figure this out on my own. I found some small plants and cans in the dumpster out back. And I hope to figure out how to touch things without making it wither. So this is test day one of trying to tame the monster inside me.” He hits the off button and opens the bag up as he puts one of the gloves down on the ledge and reaches in the bag with his other hand pulling a can out. He looks at it and has a determined look on his face as he places his bare hand on it and watches it turn to ashes and crumble down around him. He drops the ash to the floor and grabs another and sees the same thing happen. He throws his hands up not really having any idea and what he needs to do or try to control this. He digs around the bag a bit more and pulls a half dead flower out. And runs his hands along it and watches it fall away. He leans on the railing looking down trying to think. Forgetting he has no glove on one hand and the rail starts to wither. Sending Kevin crashing to the ground on the roof. He mutters on his breath as he looks up unhappy and presses his hand to the ledge making it wither at his touch as some of the railing falls. He stands up and lets a groan out as he walks over to one of the plants someone has planted up there and wraps his hand around it killing it quickly. “Stupid pretty living things....” he mutters under his breath. |
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| Chamber(Old) | Mar 18 2009, 10:25 AM Post #7 |
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Zeitgeist is disinformation, according to a best friend of mine. It has a load of facts in it strewn with false info so that people watching it will be all, uh, that's not true, the rest of it must be bullshit too. I was really disappointed about that because aside from that it's a very good movie and the facts are presented really well. If you're interested in underground information I'd recommend checking out his site. www.rinf.com |
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| Violey | Mar 19 2009, 03:17 AM Post #8 |
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Place in timeline: Three weeks after Warren's death and memorial. The chilled night air had far reaches across the city. The people of Mutant Town took refuge were they could. If not inside, they huddled together in doorways or alleys trying to keep the warmth they could get. One spot in the night air was absent of the chill. Keeping loft, in a bubble of air with no wind blowing, Violey watched one of the residents curiously. Even though it wasn't too late and she didn't have an early patrol the next morning, Violey had initially planned to call it an early night. Trying to achieve a peaceful mind for sleep turned out to be fruitless. Once more her mind had too many thoughts. Usually, they were easily suppressed when her mind called for rest. During the day she would allow them to flow freely. But, unlike four weeks previous, the normal thoughts were met with new ones. Violey could not come to terms with the mysterious death of her former team leader. His death made memories better left not thought come to the forefront of her mind. Violey needed air. Resting on the currents of the wind, Violey watched the resident who had intruded upon her thinking spot. If he was quiet maybe she wouldn't have been bothered. However, it looked as though he was destroying the new home that had been provided for him. Her green eyes narrowed. The ends of her lips turned down in an unpleasing look. How dare he destroy the roof she used to clear her whirling thoughts? "Is it not unbecoming to destroy a plant another resident had wished to grow in this desolate city?" Violey said in a tone that would be hard to place. Letting the air follow her beckoning, she landed gracefully on the roof's edge. Staring at the decomposed railing her eyebrows knit together. This was done by his powers, she was sure of that. Not being her job, she didn't keep updated on the names and powers of the residents of the boarding house. She knew, at least, when they left or if there were new ones. "You are aware of the fact you must take responsibility of this, yes?" Violey asked. |
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| Wither | Mar 21 2009, 01:51 AM Post #9 |
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His eye's softly rolled as he turned around and looked at the women who had spoken to him. He had thought being up here would be a good place to get away from people and be alone for a bit. He looked over at her and the wind softly moved along his face caressing him softly as he tried his best to chose his words carefully. “Responsibility? Take responsibility... take it up with God. I mean or Buddha...or which ever floating being you subscribe too.” He said the words with a scuff. “I didn't chose to do any of this. I don't have a choice in life.” Kevin says it with a sound a of defeat ringing in his voice. His bare hand pulls off the glove on his other hand. His body turns around and picked up a potted plant and looked at the women who had landed on the roof a few feet away. As his body faced her the plant started to wither up. The two of them watched it age and fall apart. Till a pile of ashes laid at Kevin's feet. His eye's looked back up at her. “See no choice. No control. No responsibility. But I am sorry about your plants. I am trying to learn and see if everyone is wrong and there is away to control this. And I got annoyed and the plants were the unlucky targets of my aggression.” He shook his head. He didn't want to or really like to make things die. But it felt so good to him. Deep inside him something burned and begged him to do it more. To make more things wither up and die. He was an agent of death something in his soul begged him to embrace that and feel things die in his hands and at his touch. |
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| Violey | Mar 24 2009, 03:28 AM Post #10 |
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Violey looked at Wither as he spoke. She heard the defeat in his voice. The responsibility he had to claim wasn't his powers. It was the fact he had destroyed part of the boarding house. Wouldn't it be the right course of action to claim that it was you who had destroyed something instead of saying nothing? Even so, Violey didn't correct him. She just let him continue with all he had to say. Maybe responsibility was the wrong choice of words. To solidify his meaning, Wither removed his other glove. Violey watched the plant decompose and the terracotta pot disintegrate. The powers displayed in front of her were intriguing. By what means did they work? Was there a hope to control them? What powers to have once controlled? These questions her mind wouldn't fathom now but later. His words, she felt as though she had to reply to them. "The powers bestowed upon us, we are not suppose to be able to choose them. For would we not choose to be powerless or choose to 'ave a power only temporary?" Violey took a step toward Wither off the edge of the roof. She kept the bubble of air around her. Only a small coat would keep the wind from chilling her if she let the it go. "These are not my plants nor do I know who tries to make them grow. Do you not see the choice already made by you? Yes, I see control of whatever you call your powers is not granted. Yet you also choose not to use the destruction," Violey said pointing to the glove Wither had removed. "Concerning your powers, sir, many chances to choose one way or another were brought to you so far. By your standing now in front of me can only be from a choice you made. But, you are right," Violey said continuing, "There is no choice for control of these powers you claim as yours." The aerokinetic stopped speaking. A lot of words were spoken that Wither had to digest. There was just one more thing she had to bring to attention before she let him speak. "Sir, believe control can be found unless you truly wish to be miserable." It would be wondered later what her friend would think of what she just said. Violey knew one should keep hope; what was there to hope for but an empty dream? |
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| Wither | Mar 30 2009, 02:37 AM Post #11 |
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Wither just let his head shake. Everyone was always ready to give him a lecture. Another guilt trip or with great power comes great responsibility speech. All they got to see was what he hands did. They didn't have to deal with the hunger cravings. The pull inside him to touch things and make them die. They didn't have to look through his eyes and view the world in Wither-Vision. Look at her she gets to fly. Gets to touch people Gets to roam the sky like a goddess of old. He kept those thoughts to himself as he stood on the roof. “Powers...no not powers. Powers are what supermen and guys in comic books have. They get magic rings or born on some other planet. What we have...what we have are the nightmares of the world come to time. The monster in the closet. The man under the bed. The proof that God isn't real. All right here within a few blocks. But everyone acts like that isn't the case. Like the world can go on and be OK. Trying to justify the fact monsters walk among them.” He bent over and found his gloves. He then softly pulled them back on. He hung his head and leaned back on a wall. She had moved off the roof and floated in mid air He let his eyes look around and he took a deep breath. “I'm sorry...didn't mean to snap at you...nor did I mean to imply your a monster ma'am...” |
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| Wolfsbane | Mar 30 2009, 05:53 PM Post #12 |
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... whatever happened to Helen Hunt? She used to be everywhere, and now she's practically invisible. ... if we all perceive colors differently? Like, for example, if I see red as one way, but you see red the way I see green. ... what cats think about when they stare at nothing? ... about the thought process that went into deciding that neckties look good? "You look pretty good, Bob, but you know what you need? A gaudy piece of fabric hanging from your throat." ... just how bad off we're going to be when the products of today's high school education system are in charge? |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Jara | Mar 30 2009, 06:13 PM Post #13 |
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There'll be alot more smiles from cubicle workers and spontaneous moments of synchronized dance where everyone is forced to join. And that trip to the DMV already made you want to pull your teeth out. |
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| Violey | Apr 1 2009, 02:02 AM Post #14 |
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Violey listened to Wither. Her words, they were not suppose to be a lecture. He just seemed hopeless. She just wanted to point out that he did have a choice whether to use his powers or not. His wither-vision wasn't known. The only part of his powers she had seen was the destruction brought upon by his touch. And then he made a point. Powers were from the stories they were told when they were young. They belonged to those of the television. All of what Wither explained had a ring of truth in it. Yes, they were gifted with abilities that man had only been dreaming of since the dawn of perceived time. Were mutations just that, were they gifts? What kind of loving being would bestow up his children gifts such as these? Lives were destroyed because of them. Soon a year would mark what monsters could do. Not only could they destroy but they could also save. "Sir, you apology is not necessary to be given. You are correct in calling us monsters. Are we not monsters to them and ourselves," Violey said in a clear, calm tone. She had not been offended. There was more days than she could count since the dawn of her abilities where the only conclusion she came to was the same as his. For all the definitions belonging to the word monster, there was at least one mutant who fit each of them. "It is actually I who should be the one giving an apology. You came up into my solitude to be alone as I 'ave done many times before. I am at fault for intruding upon you," she said finally landing gently and silently on the roof. "Would it be too much to ask to inquire who you are, sir?" Violey crossed her arms in front of her chest. She tilted her had slightly to the side. Mutations, even having the power to fly and control winds were seen with aversion. Yet, with this mutation at least she could feel bond to something as natural as the wind. Unlike a lot of mutants she had seen and met. |
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| Wither | Apr 3 2009, 12:15 AM Post #15 |
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Kevin watched her land. His mind wasn't sure what to make of her. He hadn't been there long or talked to her much yet. But she was more open then the others he has met. His eyes kept a lock on her as she landed. She was graceful. If he had to be cursed he would have liked one like that he thought. One that let you be like the gods and goddess in the Greek tragedies. “I'm Kevin...or Wither as I was dubbed at the school.” The name was fitting but a reminder of what he was at every turn. The words rolled off his tongue with a bit of resentment. The school, the X-men all of it was a stupid idea to him. The people of mutant town looked to them as there heroes, little kids hoping to be one someday. But to Kevin it was just a sore spot that he planned to never go back to. “And may I ask what your name it?” He asked it with the best friendly smile he could mange to put up on his face. His mind was most curious on if she would spit off some code name like so many of them did or if she had a real name like people who didn't run around wanting to be warriors and Gods. |
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