RPG Vengence [R]

[Annie]

[color=darkslategray][b]OOC: Sorry for the wait ^_^;;[/b]

[center][size=3][FONT=Palatino Linotype]Vengence[/font][/size][/center]

[right][size=1]The rain drips from the now soaked clothes. Laundry lines seemed to connect the brick buildings. Charlotte drug her cold fingers along the rough surface of the buildings. Her boots crunched the trash and aluminum cans that littered the alleyway. Her blue-black hair clung to her face.

The lonely streets of Chicago, so belligerent and infested with filth. The noise of the putrid ghetto filled the polluted sky. Horns and sirens, yelling and dogs barking, a wonderful image of a prosperous city.

The sun broke through the grey clouds, only for a brief moment. Teasing the citizens with warmth. Charlotte lifted her face to the sky, hoping to feel the sun's touch. The realization was bittersweet. Charlotte hugged herself, knowing she could not feel even herself. She reached the end of the alley and peered out onto the cluttered streets.

[b]"This is going to be like a needle in a hay stack,"[/b] she sighed and walked out onto the sidewalk.

The people, so cruel, so inticed with their pitiful lives, bumped and shoved. Charlotte did not care. She stopped at a small cafe and looked in. With no hunger, and nothing else to do at that particular moment, she entered and sat at the bar.

[b]"What may I get fer yuh, hun?"[/b] an overweight waitress held a mug of coffee, that was probably cold as Charlotte's body.

[b]"Oh, nothing, thank you."

"Alright, jes give me a holler if yuh need anythan',"[/b] the waitress walked down to refill a man's cup.

Charlotte watched the television. The program was interrupted by the local new channel.

[i][b]"This just in: The aclaimed scientist, John Ronald has died unexpectedly and most mysteriously today. Officials suspect a homicide. Further investigation continues and, as always, we will updated..."[/b][/i]

The blonde anchorist continued on about shootings and such. Charlotte narrowed her eyes, curious.[/color][/size][/right]

[Ezekiel]

[COLOR=SlateGray]The bar was filled with the disgusting smell of cigar smoke and drunken men. Blair kept her soulless gaze set on the table top as she passed out drinks to four already intoxicated men.
One of them smirked and grabbed her wrist as she set down his drink, Blair gasped and tried to pull back but his grip was strong.
"Please, sir, let me go....I have work to do."
"Not anytime soon, little lady..."
Just then, the news report came on, the bar owner took interest in it and turned up the volume.
The man was distracted and Blair managed to pull away, she walked quickly back to the bar and stayed next to the owner.

[I][B]"This just in: The acclaimed scientist, John Ronald has died unexpectedly and most mysteriously today. Officials suspect a homicide. Further investigation continues and, as always, we will updated..." [/B] [/I]

Blair blinked and stared at the TV as the reporter continued to talk about other issues. She looked at the barman,
"He made others like me, didn?t he?" she asked softly.
The barman laughed softly, he knew that Blair wasn?t an android but he went along with it,
"Yes, he did....mad bastard."
"I?d like to know what happened, please?"
"You mean you want to leave?"
Blair nodded in reply and gave the barman her best pleading look. After a while he gritted his teeth and sighed,
"Fine, go....but do go getting yourself killed."
"I won?t...and thank you." with that Blair walked out, not needing to take anything with her. All the things she needed were in her clothes, a purse with a few dollars and her pendant.[/COLOR]

[B]OOC Sorry if this post isn?t as good, I?m a little low on ideas right now. ^_^;[/B]

[Burori]

The streets began to bristle with humans, it made him sick to his stomach. He needed a low profile so he wasn?t able to do whatever he pleased, if he did chaos would follow. The people seemed peaceful and calm all thinking nothing was wrong until they heard an alarming announcement on the television within a looking glass at the electronic store. It came on without warning and a voice then spoke with a great disturbance.

[I]"This just in: The acclaimed scientist, John Ronald has died unexpectedly and most mysteriously today. Officials suspect a homicide. Further investigation continues and, as always, we will updated..." [/I]

Others began to whisper about to each other. Some spoke of a man who grew to great insanity trying to make that, which was impossible to make an AI individual. But unlike what everyone thought he knew he succeeded. He and many others were proof. But none of them were as unique as what he was, he was a collectable for the government. But like all Governments they all grew corrupted and lust for power was the meal on their minds, his being was their meal ticket. But he was no longer their ticket, in fact he never was.

The others continued their rattle about how making an android or a Cybernetic Being was improbable and down right impossible. If he heard any more of this false beliefs he might not hold in his ?talents? any longer.

He wished to stay hidden from the views of the others for his mission was depended on it. He knew he had little time, the one named Charlotte was his primary Target. He sat down upon a table near a dinner. A woman dressed in a black dress and apron approached him with a question; [b] What would you like Hun?[/b]

He looked at her through the fabrics of his tip hat, one that he found earlier to hide his face from curious eyes. But even though the fabric prevented his eyes to lock onto hers a terrible feeling overtook her and caused her to walk away from the man, which he indeed wanted.

Many other names were listed. All prototypes and successes of his ?fathers? work. He did not like it though, he was the first and he?ll be the last. His mind was closed to everyone including himself. He can not remember his life before hand the training he had to endure. The physical labour of becoming what he is today. His eyes were heavy, like a string was attached to his lids and bricks were tied on the end forcing them downward to close. A blanket surrounded him, a blanket to which he felt safe in, darkness. He looked about and recognised where he was?back to the beginning.

[b] Are you sure this will work Professor? [/b]

[b] Yes I am. [/b]

[b] You remember the last time we let him ?loose?? [/b]

[b] Yes but we need the funds and the Government will give it if we show a reason why. [/b]

[b] I still don?t like it. Why him? Why not someone else?someone normal? [/b]

[b] He?ll do. Lower Project: Omega into the chamber. Begin D.N.A. fusion. [/b]

[b] Yes sir [/b]

The blanket lifted as he awoke with a start. He remembered that? He was angered at the men responsible. Dr. Ronald got his just reward, now he was dead and soon the others will follow. Including his ?fathers? Daughter. She was his so-called Favourite. Not anymore?Soon he will be the favourite?or else.

[Gavin]

[size=1]Sorry it's taken this long to post.

[i]Obsidian gazed at the crowds of people eagerly making their way through the streets, he often wondered what it would be like to be human, to be a creation of God above. He sipped away at the hot cup of tea in his hand, though he didn't need to eat or drink he found the process helped to keep him incognito. The tea was quite hot and sent a warm feeling down his throat as he drank, most androids created felt cold to the touch and lacked what people he met described as the "human quality". He often amused himself by wondering if the same people knew the man they had spoken with was himself an android, a machine created in the image of man. Though amused by such a thought it did bring to mind the question he had long sought the answer to, did he have a soul, if he died would there be anything of him to go on. His breathing was simulated, his pulse automatic, they performed other tasks than just giving off the appearance of humanity though this left Obsidian asking himself if his soul too was something which could be crafted by a group in a laboratory, and not a gift from God.

His eyes flickered from his tea to the crowd before finally resting upon the book he had been reading. It was not the first time he had read the book and more than likely it would not be his last, but this was a book with special meaning a meaning that few others had the scope to comprehend. [u]"Remember, that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous."*[/u] He set the book down onto the table and mulled what he had read over in his mind, he too was an artificial creature although he had been lucky to avoid the scorn and hatred of his creator. His eyes traced across the words on the leather of the front cover, it amazed Obsidian that a book so old had such meaning in the modern world.[/i]

[b]Obsidian:[/b] Frankenstein, he murmured, thou art to blame for thine misfortunes, were thy heart righteous and thy soul fair then the creature of your creation would have been of innocence and good. Instead thy chose to hate him for a thing so small as his appearance, thy crafted his body and so it was your sin, to blame him and leave him in a world so cruel was beyond repentance.

[i]He wondered if his father had thought along the same lines as he created Obsidian, he ran his index along his palm, tracing his lifeline. Such small details he thought amazing, for his father to have gone to such lengths in crafting Obsidian showed a love that Frankenstein's monster had never known. The sun was beginning to set and he wondered if he would see her tonight, tracking her took little effort although at times she appeared as a wandering ghost, her face pale as death. Obsidian placed the book into the pocket of his jacket, he rose from his seat leaving money for the tea and food he'd consumed, now the hunt began, now he became the monster of loathing...[/i]

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Not too shabby for my first post, let's hope we see some more after this one.

* Quote taken from Mary Shelley's Frankenstein.[/size]