Rift (RP) - Page 3

May 15, 2008, 8:22 PM

It was a bright sunny day in Manchester and that was why Dawn loved to just to sit down at Piccadilly Gardens and relax. She watched the little kids run into the fountains, splash and play about like any ordinary children would do so. It was at times like these when she would want to be a child herself again. Dawn glanced at her watch knowing that she was supposed to be collecting that Martina Cole book her mum had wanted her to get while she was down here. She got to her feet again ten minutes later and hurried off to Waterstones to buy it. But whilst she was there, Dawn could hear that very strange voice again. "The rift is coming ... it is coming sooner than you think." Looking around to see if anyone else could hear it, well, no one did. No one seemed to be disturbed by what they were doing. Dawn supposed that this voice was ... what was the word? Telepathic? But wasn't that quite impossible? Well, impossible didn't happen to be in Professor Evans' dictionary. He liked the POSSIBLE and the endless possibilities of many strange things. No wonder Dawn thought he was crazy ...

She returned back to the Gardens and then sat down again thinking about the voice she had just heard. Maybe she was out of her mind? Was something bothering her that she wasn't really aware of? Dawn couldn't stay here much longer. She walked off away from the Gardens and then started making her way to the bus stop. But oh, something just HAD to get in the way. Damn roadworks were taking place and there wasn't a way of getting through, unless she either took the long away around the next street or take the shortcut through the alleyway. Well, there was only one easy option and she'd take it, anyway. She glared coldly at the workmen, who didn't notice her at all, and proceeded to the alleyway, which was quite unusually dark at this time of day. Dawn heard some things happening, but decided to ignore them. As much as she hated these kind of dark alleyways, this was her only shortcut to the bus stop. She especially didn't want to be on the receiving end of the idiots on that street.

May 16, 2008, 9:42 PM

OCC : Here goes my first post in this RP.

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Darkness surrounded Tioce Junos. She did not know where she was, and neither why she was there. She took courage and opened her eyes, her dazzling sapphire eyes glowing. She first saw bright white walls, then hospital equipment surrounding her. She figured she was in the local St. John's Hospital, but she was not so sure.
She was sitting up on a hospital bed, also as white as the walls. Tioce looked at her hands, which showed bruises bandaged up. She then looked at her arms, where she found something red...a gun shot. Tioce's eyes widened, shocked to find out that she had been shot even without noticing. She never knew she succumbed into a coma after the shot.
Suddenly a young woman entered the white room through the door. She was in a nurse uniform, all white except the red cross on her hat. She had brown eyes that looked so friendly that you might think that it was an angel. She had brown, short hair that shone from the lights. She wore slightly oval glasses with silver rims, perched upon her nose.
She looked at Tioce, who looked sort of scared since she never saw this type of stranger before. The nurse smiled sweetly, and walked up to Tioce. She looked at her and asked, "Do feel better?"
Tioce couldn't answer. She was shy to strangers. So she simply nodded weakly to convince the nurse that she was okay.
The nurse introduced herself. "My name is Amani Henino, but you can call me Amani for short." She paused, and then went on. "I am a nurse in the Manhattan Hospital. I work with different people from different countries. You are the first child that was injured by a gun shot and fall into a coma, rather than die."
Tioce just looked at Amani. She nodded her head simply as before, but not as weak.
Amani reached out a hand. "I'll show you around. Your clothes are over there in the washroom," she pointed out a door to the right of Tioce's bed. "You can get changed. I'll wait for you outside the door."
Tioce held hands with Amani as she got off the bed. She let go of the hand when she faced the washroom door.
"I'll wait," Amani said, pushing up her glasses, "While you get changed."
Tioce nodded again, and went into the washroom. She found clothes on a tiny half table. She took off her hospital smock and got changed.
Tioce was tying on her left converse before she left the washroom to meet up with Amani. She finished tying and went outside, but before she did, she forgot one more thing.
She looked at the sink, scanning for a hairbrush. She found a medium purple one, and took it. She started brushing her hair gently to untie her knots. When she finished, she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked fine, normal, like the last hours before she woke up in the hospital room never happened.
She went out of the washroom, and out of the hospital room. She found Amani waiting, and ran to her.
Amani smiled sweetly. "You look so pretty," she said like a compliment. "Well, let's get going, you need to meet your foster parents."
Tioce was shocked. "Foster parents?" she said for the first time. Her voice sounded astonished.
"Well, your parents passed away, didn't they?" she said, sounding sorry in her voice.
Tioce just blinked.

May 17, 2008, 6:46 PM

Rene yawned, he couldn't believe that Sarah was making him stay out this late... AGAIN! And not only that she was snoozing right next to her!

"Can't believe you..." Rene whispered to himself making sure he didn't wake her. She'd kill him if he did, he still had scratches from when he woke her up in Manor Park in Glossop and that was a month ago!

"Oh shut up Rene, all we have to do is wait for this guy." Lois said to him as she walked back from the coffee stand holding two simmering cups of hot mocha, she gave one to him and he instantly felt the warmth spread through his body.

Sarah finally awoke and spotted Rene's coffee.

"Mine." She said simply as she grabbed his coffee and downed it in one.

"Wha wha! That was mine!" Rene shouted loudly, he then laughed as Sarah suddenly burst out in pain. "Sorry forgot to say it's boiling hot."

"Sonofabitch!" Sarah choked. Rene sighed and helped her back onto the bench, he gave her some water and smiled as she regained her composure.

"Where's loverboy anyways?" Rene asked her.

"Dunno, we had a bit of an argument and he went off in a huff." She giggled and brushed some of her dark hair out of her eyes. "What time is it?"

" 'Bout 10 o'clock." Lois told her glancing at her phone.

"Guess he's not coming, only wanted a bit of weed. C'mon Lo, let's go. We'll see you tomorrow Danny okay?" Sarah told him as she hugged him. Lois wasn't the type to hug so they just exchanged nods.

"See ya you two." Rene got up to leave but decided not to, he had noticed Lois had left her coffee.

"Strange, coulda sworn she took it with her... Better not waste it anyways." He piccked it up and put it to his lips. It was gone!

"What the?" Rene exclaimed, he looked around but couldn't see the cup, not even his empty one.

"Weird, musta imagined it."

Rene finally got up and made his way to the orphanage.

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The next day.

"Waaaakey waaaakey!!" Sarah shouted banging on Rene's door "We got a busy day today matey!"

"What the fu-? Go back to 'Attersley Ser! It's only 7 o'clock!"

"You've been up earlier!" Sarah told him laughing. She opened the door and Rene retreated under his covers.

"You mind? I'm kinda not wearing anything under here right now!"

"It's not as though I haven't seen it before Danny." She smirked, remembering the time they got drunk and she pulled down his pants... before shoving him into the canal.

"Sh'up. Where's Lois?" Rene grabbed a pair of boxers on the floor and quickly put them on before getting out of bed and putting on some decent clothes.

"Not feelin' well. Just you and me today."

"Lover boy?"

"Will you stop calling him that? James'll be here later on tonight." Rene smirked as Sarah had a go at him. He grabbed his wallet and keys and followed Sarah out of his room.

"Can I at least grab some breaky first?"

"Urgh... Eat some cereal, I can't be bothered to even look at a DEAD ANIMAL this early in the morning." Sarah said loudly in his ear. He smirked and picked up a bit of bacon

"Yuuuummy. Baaaacon." Sarah went to slap him but he dodged it and flicked a bit of toast at her. "C'mon let's go."

May 17, 2008, 9:02 PM

"Well, um..." Amelia stuttered. She didn't want foster parents. She heard rumors that they treat their foster child horribly, making them do chores around the house. She just hoped that those foster parents she was going to get are not as the rumors described.
Amani walked, as Tioce followed behind. Amani turned, left, and then another left, and then a right. Tioce was dizzy from the maze-like hospital hallway.
Amani stopped in front of a counter, where an old-looking secretary was typing onto a laptop. Amani asked, "Are the foster parents for Tioce here?"
The secretary looked up, her eyes squinting. "Why, yes," she said, "They're waiting on the bench." The secretary pointed out the bench to the right of the counter.
Two people were sitting on the bench, two middle-aged people. One was a woman who dressed fancily with tiny rhinestones on her collar dress. She had tiny half-moon glasses perched upon her nose. Her eyes were hard to see, but Tioce figured they were gray.
The other middle-aged person was a man. He was a chubby-looking man, possibly a drunkard from his droopy face. He wore a lumberjack collar shirt and baggy brown pants. His eyes were closed, as if he were taking a nap.
Amani approached them.
"Um, here is your foster child, Tioce," Amani said quietly, slightly offended by the middle-aged man's drooling.
The foster mother looked at Tioce, who was standing beside Amani. "Ah," said the foster mother. "We were waiting for you."
The foster father snorted. "Let's get into the car, girl." He said drowsily. He stood up, yawning. "Hurry, I have poker night."
The foster father quickly said thanks to Amani and went out of the building shoving Tioce in front of him with the foster mother at his side.

May 18, 2008, 12:48 PM

The hotel they were staying at was a mess, Jack thought, as he and his dad were ushered in by the "confidante" who had been assigned to them by the police in order to make sure the police knew where Jack and his father were after the plane "incident"
"Incident my ass," his dad complained as they waited for the "confidante" to get them a room, "I reckon it was faulty wiring or something. Not a 'coincedence' as those media toshes who were hanging 'round reckoned."
Jack looked up at his dad and smiled, all the while remaining mute. But in his mind he could not shake a small voice in the back of his head. A niggling little voice that would not go away.

I blew up the plane, the voice insisted, it was all my fault, that man annoyed me, and he had to be punished. It's good he's dead- he was one of the few who had still been on the plane as it blew, Jack had found out, the power felt GOOD!

"Dad," Jack asked his father, holding his head with his hands, "can we go somewhere... else?"
His father looked down at him curiously then he sneaked a glance at the "confidante" and smiled.
"We'll get in trouble with the police," he said in an off-hand manner, casually leaning down and picking up their suitcases, "but I guess if we're going..."
Then he and Jack, at the exact same times, turned and ran out of the hotel, ignoring the shouts of the "confidante" behind them.
Laughing as they ran, Jack could almost forget the thoughts running through his mind, as he and his dad headed down towards the middle of London.
Almost, but not quite.

May 18, 2008, 12:59 PM

Apo walked passed two men near the entrance of the bank. The gang waited in separate places outside in disguise for a perhaps needed backup. The plan had been set; players are in their positions; the mission begun.

Once Apo entered the bank, he walked up to queue with the least people and waited to reach the teller. The gun inside the jacket's pocket, to the left of his chest. Apo could feel the the weight of the steel hitting his chest every time he took a step. He could also feel the potential weight of death that the gun possessed.

The teller talked while the customer listened; the customer talked while the teller listened. Things were kept at this pace and it felt that it had gone endlessly. Apo zoned out from the noise and focused on what was ahead of him. The tension inside him contrasted with his easy appearance on the outside. As time past for what felt like hours for Apo, more adrenaline filled his whole body.

Time's up; he's next in the line.

"Hey, what would you like to do?"

"I would kill for some money."

As soon as Apo finished the sentence, he swiftly took out the his gun and aimed it at the teller. She was overwhelmed by the moment: in complete shock, she couldn't manage to budge.

"Everyone get down on the floor or she dies!"

The two men outside came in with their guns and helped with the threats. The civilians screamed and laid and the floor like they were told. One of the tellers managed to press the emergency button and caused the alarm to ring.

Shit! This isn't going according to plan.

Apo turned and looked at the still paralysed teller disappear behind a mechanical steel barrier that slid up in front of the counter to the ceiling. This wasn't good.

Guess it's time to improvise.

Apo turned to look at the civilians and shouted at them to hand him the money they have on them. They did what they had to do while the other two men kept a watchful eye on everyone. People cried for fear of death.

After that they all ran out of the building and headed straight for an alleyway, but they had to split up along the way when a police car came zooming to them. Gunshots were heard everywhere; people screamed; shots whizz passed and hit their targets. The police car's windshield shattered to millions of pieces from one of the shots.

Apo ran and ran; hearing shots skimming pass objects it hits. He reached the alleyway and hid inside for safety. Pockets loaded with reasonable amounts of money: even cheques were evident. The plan luckily wasn't fully abandoned due to his quick thinking. Apo kept running until he saw something odd in front of him.

Apo thought he was hallucinating; bleary-eyed, he looked at the transparent thing in front of him. His puffs slowed as his heart continued to race and even more so if possible.

The thing in front of him was a teenaged girl. She was walking while looking down; not realising Apo was there at all. The girl was see-through and became blurred at times, like static on a television. She walked through him without any problem. Apo thought he was going crazy; seeing ghosts wasn't a good sign to him.

A cold hoarse voice was heard:
Relativity, interesting concept isn't it? The words echoed in his head.
"who's there?" Apo had said to no one except for the girl behind him.

"There he is, get him!" The two police officers came chasing after him with there guns at the ready.

Apo looked at the police officers running to him. Somehow, Apo couldn't care less; his mind has gone haywire. The officers don't realise the girl walking towards them. As he looked through her, the officers began to slow to a halt. They froze on mid-stride to the criminal.

The voice spoke again. Time travel, now that is another interesting concept which many would desire to wield.

Who are you? Apo replied in his head.

No need to fear...

The teenaged girl started to gradually turn opaque...

May 18, 2008, 7:52 PM

It's happening! A male voice somewhere shouted. Rene spun around to look for the voice but saw no one.

"What's wrong?" Sarah asked Rene, it seemed as though she hadn't heard it.

"Can't you hear that?" Rene asked straining his ears to pick up the voice again.

"Hear what?" Sarah asked worried.

Can't you control it! Another voice shouted, this time female.

"That!" Rene said trying to point out the voice.

"Rene , are you hearing things?" Sarah said giggling.

No good! Get outta here! THe male voice shouted.

"I guess I am... C'mon let's go find James." Rene smiled at Sarah though in the back of his mind he knew something was happening, somewhere, sometime.

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A few hours has passed, they had met up with James at Piccadily station and decided to head to the food court, they passed the huge screen that would be playing the Rangers UEFA Cup final tonight.

"Bet you any money something will happen tonight." james smiled at Rene, his short black hair lie flat as usual against his dark skin.

"Nah you know you'll win. Something always happens when the Rangers are in town." Rene joked. James gave him a jokey death glare, he was part scottish after all.

"Do you two ever shut up about football?" Sarah moaned as she squeezed James hand making him yelp in pain.

"Well we might now seeing that you've just killed James' hand." Rene smiled.

"Do you two ever shut up about football?" Sarah moaned as she squeezed James hand making him yelp in pain.

"Didn't you just say that Ser?" Rene asked confused, everything about what Sarah had just done seemed as though it had happened again.

"Nope, first time." Sarah told him shaking her head

"Will you let go of my hand! You're gonna kill me!" James yelped in pain.

It is almost time...

"What the...?" Rene whispered to himself.

The end will come... Are you ready.... Rene Skylar?

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The night had come, everything that voice had said sounded strangely familiar but he couldn't place it. Sarah and James had pissed off somewhere, worried that they'd get beaten up by dodgy ranger fans.

Rene couldn't be arsed going back to the orphanage so he decided he'd go and watch the football match at Piccadily.

Bad mistake.

Some dickhead had decided to break one of the screens and now it couldn't be repaired. Not only that the same group of dickheads were now harrassing the repairmen by punching and smashing things against the van they were hiding in.

Someone had pushed Rene into a table and he had a large shard of glass sticking into his arm. He pulled it out gingerly and gasped in pain as he threw it to the ground. All hell was now breaking loose, Rangers fans were beating the hell out of everyone around them. Several riot police were being chased. Rene gasped as one of the riot policemen fell and was instantly covered in angry fans being beaten to a pulp. Rene instantly spring into action. He spun around and jumped into the nearest alleyway. he legged it down and stopped to gain his breath. Before he even had the chance someone lifted him up and pinned him towards the wall. He opened his eyes and saw three large thugs wearing Rangers shirt. One of them had a knife, they were all obviously drunk.

"Where do yer think yer goin'?" The man holding Rene up slurred.

"Home, where do you think dickhead?" Rene snapped at him, the scotsman drove his fist deep into Renes stomach. Rene gasped, okay, maybe antagonizing the man holding him up against a wall wasn't exactly a good idea.

"Beat him up and let's go!" The man without a knife said, he had a strong accent and it sounded like something completely else to what Rene heard.

"Aye aye, I will. I was just hoping maybe one of these mancunian dicks might be a little tough."

"If you want I can show you tough!" Rene said as he spat in the mans face. He kicked him in the stomach and fell to the floor as the man stumbled backwards. The man with a knife charged forward and Rene stuck his hand out in self defence.

Something happened. A large explosion sounded and the man was lifted away, he slammed into a wall and Rene fell to the ground exhausted.

The two remaining men saw their unconcious comrade and decided to leg it. Rene heard sirens and decided that he didn't exactly want a reception with the cops tonight. He took one last look at the man and decided to kick him in the sides with the little energy he had.

"Dunno what the hell happened there but thank god it happened." Rene whispered to himself as he legged it back to the orphanage.

May 19, 2008, 2:46 AM

Tioce was annoyed. She was starting to hate her foster parents even though she just got them. She hatched a quick plan to get rid of them immediately.
She go to the car that she is being led to, wait for the foster parents to get in the car, go sneak out of the car, and run. It was a good plan to Tioce.
The foster parents reached their car, and went inside without trouble. Tioce waited desperately for her chance to run.
As soon as the car doors closed, Tioce just burst into running towards the woods that was behind the Manhattan Hospital.
Fortnately for Tioce, the foster parents did not notice Tioce running away. They neither knew nor care.
Tioce ran until she was out of breath. She looked at the dirt ground. She panted, catching her breath. Then she looked up. She was facing the woods, The Endless Woods, the locals called it.
Tioce took one more breath until she entered the Woods.