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25 December 2013, 09:18 AM   #1
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29 December 2013, 08:30 PM   #2
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( I meant to post something... Got messed up with everything else *coughs* ) Through the dark fillers and inside walls of the abandoned museum, light peeked out from holes, broken scattered pieces of floors and ceilings. Marco spent about five minutes speaking to himself about the damages, the beautiful yet astonishing mess of art that fell to the floor or was angrily turned and crooked on black, gray smoky walls. His dark eyes darted around, the random pieces of mold and wood and paint falling from side to side around him, and that was the only noise other than the constant hushed breathing that escaped. His long fingers trailed against ash on a badly damaged painting, and he wished he could have seen what a beauty it was, but it was forever ago that things were happy. Maybe solemn, but good turned bad rather quickly with the infections. Marco felt a twinge of guilt, which he didn't know why was there, but also the pain that he saw in people's eyes as he strolled through town, choosing to ignore the painful reality. Marco let his hands trail and drip off from the paintings and metal frames, his heart sank with each look he shot towards the small pillars and glass artifacts. Marco walked through one hall, opposite left of where he came in to the building and admired the paintings, despite their current condition. He learned to love things for what they are, inside or not, and found that if he looked past all the rubble and smoke and ashes and dust, that there was something remarkable behind it all. His eyes drifted no sooner later than when he had first entered the museum, and he did try to say something, as if he wanted to apologize for what had happened, but his tongue tied, and his breath hitched, he couldn't say anything. Marco rubbed the other eye, cursing to himself in gibberish when dust hit his eyes, but he wiped it again and waited for the pain to ease, though his vision was still as good as it always was, except for not being able to use his other eye, currently hidden behind a black eye-patch. After uncomfortable silence Marco let out a sigh as his hands dug into his pant pockets and his eyes drifted up, no longer able to look the paintings in the eye, in fear their eyes would follow him. He wasn't that superstitious, and most things did scare him, but just the feeling that the figures in each frame looking at him made him shiver and want to run, though he held back, not even wanting his ancestors to have given birth to such a weakling. Marco kicked rubble, a rock, some paper under his foot and looked forward, his lips tied together. He figured, he might as well stay. He doubted anyone would find him, nor even go near a museum, it would be rather cliché. Also, it looked like a death trap, with things falling apart all around.

30 December 2013, 11:46 PM   #3
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What was left of the orange sun peaked behind the rotting buildings, darkening half of the broken town. Pilot and Ryder approached in hopes of finding supplies, or anything that was worth their time spent getting here. Not to their surprise, the people had an already low food source, so they weren't physically or willingly able to supply them. "It's been two days Pilot, we have to stop at one point. My feet are killing me!" "We already did- remember, back in Dis. 77." Pilot kept an eye on the road, empty canteen rattle against his thigh. "That was twelve hours ago, people like me need sleep!!" Ryder was trusted with nothing, no supplies, no firearm-nothing. Pilot never spoke a word of discomfort, even when it was quite obvious. "Fine, one night. But then we won't stop until we get supplies." Pilot fixed the bag on his back, stopping at the end of the road. A large building stood, the windows still surprisingly in tact. Pilot pulled out one of his coach guns, grabbing the rusted doorknob and slammed the door open. If there was anything inside, he wanted to startle it, catch its attention. They both stood there silently, expecting to see something pop out. "Here seems fine, let's go." Pushing Ryder in first, Pilot kept the coach in hand and examined the room. "Go through that hall, tell me if you see anything." Ryder looked at him and laughed sarcastically. "So what happens if something attacks me, you expect me to defend myself with this?" Pulling out a crowbar from his pant loop. "Grow a pair will you." Pilot walked down the hall and heard something small, a tick of something from the hall opposite to them. "Hey!" He called out, seeing if the thing was human, if anything at all.

31 December 2013, 12:25 AM   #4
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Marco just about gave up, with time seeking through his mind and the quiet that dawned on him. His ears almost twitched and his lips persed and he glanced behind him, stiffening and grabbing the back of his neck slowly as if something breathed on him. There was something like a hunch he had, something wasn't right. He could feel his stomach turning and his vision was somewhat blurry at how tired he was, but he simply couldn't stand the thought of giving up so easily. He didn't have supplies, just things he really needed but weren't good enough to help him survive long. He wasn't that worried about the infected as he should be, and that didn't necessarily mean he was prepared for what the world would bring. Marco opened his eyes in a daze after repeatedly closing and opening them feverishly as he leaned against one of the wall, not too long after hearing a loud shout, though it reached his ears almost inaudible. His head whipped in that direction so quick he thought he broke his neck but the pain eased when sudden realization came that he wasn't alone anymore. His palms began to sweat and he let his lips tremble in fear, where would he go? "No... This.. No one should be here.." Marco, despite the intelligent voice in his head telling him to run, the drew him out and he took small steps down the hall towards the unfamiliar voice, his voice hitching with the crunching noise of rubble and rock beneath his foot. He winced slightly and had his hands clenching his shirt, his broad shoulders moving up slightly every time he winced, and his frail body shook, despite his frame and figure. He tried to speae once, twice and his tongue rolled over his bottom lip, but in the end it was all just a nervous wreck. Moments later, which seemed to feel like eternity, Marco almost reached the beginning of the hall and felt his chest tense and heart squeeze. "H-Hello?" Marco gripped his hand into a fist and held it over his beating heart. "A-Anyone t-there?"

31 December 2013, 08:09 AM   #5
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Reed huffed a little as he was walking through the tore up streets. He soon found a certain building that was tall. And damaged. As every building was. But it actually looked nice from where he was standing. Had sort of an art feel. Museum more than likely. He has only been on the side of the building. He could just walk around the front door, but he was too lazy for that. He looked at the window in front of him. It was mostly shattered and he could probably make it in with one go. Why not. Better than wasting time going around. He set his bat on the inside of the building, it making a small clanking noise. He flinched a little at the noise, but ignored it. The boy took a deep breath, adjusting his gloves before he grabbed onto the window sill and hoisted himself over it and into the building in one go. He landed softly and quietly, much softer than his bat had, which he picked up. He looked around, confirming that his accusation was correct. He was, indeed, in a museum. The paintings and sculptures told him so. Yes, they were all torn and beat up, but that is what gives them character! At least in his opinion. He remembered one of his little sisters could talk for hours about art because she loved it so. The distant memory made the boy smile longingly. He shook his head. No time for moping around now. "H-Hello?" He heard in the distance. Another person? Well this was brilliant! He hadn't seen another person for....well it feels like....forever! He was excited, but also kept his guard up because it could be a deranged killer, killing people for fun like in the movies. Okay. Wow. He watched too much television sometimes...back then at least. He shook his head again and walking towards the noise he had heard. He heard a couple other voices as well. How many people were here? He was kind of giddy about it. It was going to be nice seeing an actual person instead of a dead one. He had a habit of talking to corpses when he was alone. But he would NEVER tell that to anyone. EVER.

31 December 2013, 08:18 AM   #6
Joined: 22 Dec 2013
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Kyle limped quickly to the entrance of the museum. He climbed up a drainage spout. Gripping the edge of the windowsill, Kyle swung back and forth before throwing himself inside the building. Landing quietly, he sneaked around. He saw Reed and quickly hid behind a half destroyed display case. He took his pistol out just in case. Sneaking around, he walked towards Reed slowly and careful not to make a sound. He placed the gun behind his head. "Friendly or hostile?" He whispered, looking around to see if he had any friends or company. His gun, cold as ice, was pressed against his cheek. His finger on the trigger, he waited for an answer.
.Kyle Hazuki/19/Student Athlete

31 December 2013, 10:25 PM   #7
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Here he was, just admiring the beautiful artwork, minding his own business, and now someone was holding a gun to his head. Well that's wasn't polite at all. He wasn't doing anything suspicious. Just looking at the lovely artwork. Reed sighed and looked sideways at the other, taking in his appearance. He looked about a year younger than him. At least he thought. He looked like he knew what he was doing. Reed wasn't scared or anything because he knew the kid was coming. He could kind of hear it. After a moment, he decided it was probably best for him to answer. "Friendly. Now if you would so kindly as to get your gun out of my face, that would be lovely," he said with a small sigh, "And from what you are doing, this feels hostile. Are you hostile yourself? Or just have an odd way of making friends?" His voice had a kind edge to it, nothing too suspicious about it. There was no trace of threat at least. Also there was a bit of an accent there too. Saying he has actually from another country. How he had gotten here was no one's business. Okay, it was when he was little, but he didn't remember it that much, nor did he want to. Dark times, more or less. It pained him to think about it because then he thought of his sisters. He would've shook his head to help the thoughts go away, but he didn't feel like getting shot in the face today. So he stayed perfectly still. He kept his grip firmly on the baseball bat in his hand, just in case the other were to make a wrong move.

1 January 2014, 12:44 AM   #8
Joined: 22 Dec 2013
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Kyle lowered the gun. "Sorry about that. I've been chased by bandits all day." He said, putting his gun back into his pocket. He held his hand out. "I'm friendly. The name's Kyle." He smiled.
.Kyle Hazuki/19/Student Athlete

1 January 2014, 12:59 AM   #9
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Reed eyed the boy a moment more before deciding he was an alright guy. He wasn't setting off any mental alarms, so that was a plus. He broke out into his own grin and shook the boy's hand, firmly. "Nice to meet you, Kyle. I'm Reed." After a moment he asked, "What brings you here? The bandits? Or you just happen to wander here like I did?" That was true. He was just wandering, looking for things to do and found this gigantic place. A plus if you asked him. Art interested him. Though it did pain him a little because it made him miss his sisters, but he didn't let that weakness show. Also, he hadn't really run into any bandits himself. Maybe it was because he was really stealthy and was able to maneuver in and out of places easier than some people. He had a talent for being an exceptional kleptomaniac.

1 January 2014, 02:59 AM   #10
Joined: 22 Dec 2013
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Last edited by ‹~J Breezy~›, 1 January 2014
Kai sighed. "I was hoping to find some supplies. Like a water bottle or some food." He said, wiping dust off his jacket. He looked around. He walked around. He looked at a display case. It was talking about some sort of bird. Kyle didn't care about the bird. He was just glad he found something he could read. Even though Kyle hasn't been an avid reader, this tragedy has forced him to part with entertainment. Being an athlete, he had craved some sort of exercise. "The only reason I really came in here besides supplies was to run. I'm a football player and if I don't run, I cramp up..."
.Kyle Hazuki/19/Student Athlete

1 January 2014, 09:29 AM   #11
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The silver haired boy nodded. "Ah, I see. You still in football? Is there some place that is safe that I don't know about," he teased. He shook his head and continued to look at the paintings, reading descriptions and such. He recognized a few artist, but that was only because his sister mentioned them. Others, he had no idea who they were. Reed thought about doing some research because he wanted to know about them, so if he ever saw his sisters again, he could brag in her face that he knew about something that she didn't. Maybe she did know, but just never mentioned. Hm. Who knows? "I was never much of an athletic person myself." Don't get him wrong. He did. He wanted to do lots of things. But he couldn't due to home problems. Stupid parents. Stupid drugs. Stupid world. He growled for a moment in hatred at the thought, then shook his away, chuckling at his childish behaviour. One day he would find them and one day he would get them back.

1 January 2014, 08:49 PM   #12
Joined: 22 Dec 2013
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Last edited by ‹~J Breezy~›, 1 January 2014
Kyle chuckled. "Ha. I wish." He said, taking a quick look outside. He saw a couple of cars that looked interesting and ready ti go scavenge. "Football was my life. Although I was popular and everything, I never really had a friend." He said. He did have quite a few acquaintances, but he didn't really know anyone personally. Kyle took his backpack off. He emptied it's contents. He had a half-full water canteen, a can of unopened beans, a half-full lighter, and a football. Kyle took a broken display case and pushed it over to Reed to sit on. Kevin pushed another one for himself. "You hungry? Or thirsty? Or both?" He asked with a smile.
.Kyle Hazuki/19/Student Athlete

1 January 2014, 10:24 PM   #13
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"Ah, I see. Popular, but you don't know if everyone is actually real." He let out a light chuckle, sitting on a display case that Kyle had pushed over. "Thanks," he said. "Also, I never knew what it was like to be popular. Or have friends. The situation at home kinda of prevented that." He laughed a little and looked at the ground as if he was lost in a distant memory. He shook his head and looked at the other. "Nah. I'm good." He didn't want to eat the poor bloke's food or drink his water. Plus, he had plenty of supplies back at his hideout. Which, yes, was a long ways away, but the boy was used to going days on end with little food. "Enjoy your own food. I already had some," he said with a shrug.

2 January 2014, 03:14 AM   #14
Joined: 22 Dec 2013
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Kyle shrugged. "Suit yourself." He said. He only asked because he didn't want to eat in front of him without offering some first. He used his axe to cut the top off, sending a few beans flying. "Oops..." Kyle said, cleaning beans off of himself. "So. What brings you to this museum?" He asked, using the lighter to burn the bottom of the can to heat the beans. Kyle learned this tip recently. Kyle took a quick sip of his water.
.Kyle Hazuki/19/Student Athlete

2 January 2014, 11:15 PM    #15
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The boy shrugged. "I don't know. I was just wandering around when I found this place. Thought it was really cool. And it reminded me of my sister." He let out a weak chuckle and started at the ground with a longing smile. He shook his head and looked at the other before hopping off the display case. Glass crunched under his feet and he smiled a little bit. That was always one of the coolest sounds. A random thought popped into his mind. He remembered his sister submitting an art piece once. He wondered if it was ever accepted or which museum she submitted it to.

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