Writing something I've been working on...

[Angelus_Necare]

It's not finished I'll post more as I go, some parts of this story will have a "--------" in it beacuse the content is not suitable for the boards, feedback is apreciated.
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Neon Starshine
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"welcome to the future"

The year is 3025, humankind has been spining dangerously closer to extinction with every new "idea" or "invention" they come up with. Earth has become a barron wasteland, a cesspool
of criminals condemned to wander its deserts and toxic oceans forever. The reminents of the human race live in a giant space city "monatabius" located just beyond the moon. Dreamers of the
human race wander among the stars, looking for hope. Yet there are no more dreamers in Monatabius. People live day to day hoping that a comet would hit the city or the oxygen would run out. Society has taken a turn for the worst, the law matters to only a small percentage of the population now. Large crime syndacates control the people of monatabius like pawns on a chessboard. If you had money or power you were above
the law. Children were no longer hearded to schools or looked upon as an esential to humanity. Children offten grow up not knowing their parents, and are put into orphanages or "facilities"
as they are called, until they can support themselves and live on their own. These accidents of passion are offten sold to factories on the black market as soon as they learn to walk. If you were lucky your slave driver would go easy on you.
Living space in monatabius is a little less to be desired. People are packed like sardines in giant skyscrapers that ascend into the smogy mists. sometimes several families would live together just to pay the rent. Privacy was unheard of, you could always hear a
baby crying, or your neighbor having a ----------------------------------. Life was hard, time was short, humans were sh*t. Welcome to the year 3025.

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"The maddness begins"

"Wake up!" came a small robotic voice from the darkness, "wake up! don't be late!"
"five more minutes...." came another voice, muffled by a comforter.
"no five! no five!" the robotic voice repeated "up now! up now!". Lights flashed to life, sending the person under the comforter to sit up startled.
"**damned alarm clock!" she shouted.
This is Anima Necare, eighteen, female, mechanics specialist. Anima had lived her boring little life day to day in Monatabius, praying to the good gods that she could leave or die.
she looked at the window adjacent to her bed, acid rain dribbled down the glass.
"damnit" she moaned throwing herself back onto the bed, this meant that if she didn't want to have her skin peeled off she'd have to take a taxi, which meant a good 35.00 semi wasted on
getting to work. With a heave and a heavy sigh, Anima hoisted herself out of bed and to the bathroom. Anima faced the mirror, and stared at herself.
"what great things can I accomplish today?" she muttered loathingly. her 'life-support' councelor told her to say that to herself every day, after she was brought in for a near death
suicide for the fifth time in one month.
"accomplish my ***..." she groaned splashing water on her face. A message popped up on the mirror that read, 'ten minutes 'till work! be productive!' it had a happy face on it, with a hideous grin. Anima stared at it breifly before looking at herself again, her long brown, braided hair hung low off of her left shoulder and her jade eyes were dull and emotionless.
"Time to go" anima muttered to herself, she threw on some work clothes and headed for the door. Anima patted her pockets,
"where the hell are my ciggarets?!" she shouted expecting an answer, she got one,
"no smoking! cut down for less risk of lung cancer-"
"and possible death" Anima droned on, she had heard the message a million times before. She didn't even know why she bothered buying her ciggarets anymore, they were always stolen by her damn robot 'EZ life system'. Anima steped out of the door and turned around to close it,
"I hope you enjoy my ciggarets!" she called back into the house slaming the door shut.
Later down on the covered street, Anima waved for a flying taxi cab. It was almost imposible at this time of day. She would have ridden her flying motor bike but it had no protection against the acid rain. After mutch determination a Cab stoped and Anima started to climb in when a man pushed her out of the way and climbed in himself.
"outta the way *****!" he called over his shoulder.
"inconsiderate ----" Anima groaned pulling her nuetron gun, this caught the man's attention as he froze with fear.
"it's a little early buddy, and I'd like to get to work..." she said with as mutch attitude she could throw at him.
"y-yeah, all yours..." he whimpered crawling out of the cab and sulking away, Anima put her gun away.
"feeble-minded ***holes"
Anima crawled into the cab and punched in her destination on a keyboard attached to the driver's seat.
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that's it for now, I'll put some up later.

[Kinetic]

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It's good. I like the setting, and you are very descriptive. The part about Anima describes how bad life is in that city. Very nice ;)
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[PrettygurlRei]

i give it a 11/10.... if thats possible. very good, Aries is right, it does describe city life. keep posting them cause I'll keep reading them....

[Mist]

[color=crimson][size=1] *hands Spike plushie* Wow, that was so good, I'm gonna let you have the Spike plushie for a couple of hours. That should speak volumes.[/color][/size]

[Angelus_Necare]

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Anima shortly arrived at her workplace, a hover car and other space vehicle body shop. Anima steped out of the cab and onto the sheltered platform, the money she left was only the
bare minimum, she had nothing extra to waste on tips. Anima's good friend and co-worker Shro stood at the opening of the shop garage front, looking worried. Shro had known Anima for a
very long time, one thing that Anima learned over time that when Shro was worried it meant something bad was happening. Once Shro saw Anima step out of the cab she rushed right over to
Anima, her eyes flashing almost in anger.
"where the hell have you been?! Argon is furrious!" she shouted, her arms waving wildly. Anima caring for the least looked her up and down. Shro was going through another "fashion" phase,
she was begining to look stranger every day. Today she had on Bright orange mechanic pants, a flourscent green Tank top with small ornaments hanging from it, a multi-colored wool cap and
silver eye makeup, Anima grimaced.
"what? It's high fashion." Shro grunted.
"you know Shro, one of these days that 'high fashion' will get you caught in one of the engines".
Shro ignored her comment, and still had her arms streatched out,
"You had better have a good excuse! Argon is ready to fire you!"
"and you haven't seen the weather?! beleive me if I could have been here earlier I would have!
I don't care what Argog says, besides Simon's here."
Shro's gaze dropped and she laughed,
"well, you know how Simon is....." she trailed off, Anima finished her scentence,
"he passed out again...." her tone was flat, this wasn't the first time this has happened, they were both used to it by now. Anima inhaled, preparing to face the worst.
"well, let's go face the music"
Anima peered into the shop, there was quite a crowd today, a group more like it.
"who are these guys?" Anima asked warily hanging up her coat glancing over her shoulder.
"some mafia" Shro ignored them and sat down at a work bench covered with car electronics.
"Must be important."
"how so?" Shro turned to her puzzled.
"Argon is putting on the best ***damned bull**** speech I've ever heard" Anima grinned nuddging Shro to join in on the laughter. One of the mafia men near the back of the group turned to look at them, He wore a black suit and sunglasses, in uniform with the rest. He slid down his sunglasses revealing beautifull blue eyes that accented his Blonde hair, he winked at Anima. She shuddered with delight, Shro threw her a grin.
"looks like you've got an admierer Ani."
Anima obnoxiously giggled, something she hadn't done in a while,
"yeah, I guess..." they both giggled turning more heads untill Argon could hear them.
Argon pushed his way to the girls through the group he had been entertaining, his face was a bright red and he puffed his cheeks with embarasment. Argon was a rather short round
man, his black hair was balding and he was commonly seen spraying 'hair-gro' when he thought nobody was looking. Today he was wearing a cheapy brown suit and he reaked of 'hair-gro'.
"miss Neacare...." he started, his puffing cheeks looked like they were about to explode,
"would you like to explain what is so funny?"
Anima stood straight, if she was going to embarass him further she'd have to put on a good show.
"no sir master Argon!"
"stop that..."
"Stop what sir?"
"That!" Anima had him on the run, now to move in for the kill. Anima dropped to her knees and pressed her face into her hands.
"oh please master Argon! please don't beat me for being insulent, please!" she cried pitifuly.
"Anima.....you...can stop...that now...." he furriously huffed. Anima continued to put on her show, she loved doing this to Argon.
"master no! you can't tie me up in your office and beat me again please!!!"
At this point Argon was ready to really smack her, but he contained himself as his clients chuckled themselves. A man who was near the front of the group steped forward, his black hair fliped gently as he removed his sunglasses shining dark eyes.
"is there a problem Argon?" he asked, his voice was deep and smooth. Argon did about a one-eighty as the sweat slowly collected on his round face.
"N-Nothing Mr. Malus, just a problem with one of the obnoxious employees." Argon shot her a look that told her to cut the sh*t or she would be beaten. Anima stood up and maliciously grinned at Argon before he turned back to Malus.
"Sorry about the interuption, now to continue the deal..." Argon trailed off back to the front, but not before Malus eyed Anima up and down and winked at her. Anima didn't like the feeling of Malus, he just seemed, evil. The rest of the group turned back when Shro grabbed Anima's elbow,
"don't you think that was a little far?" Shro was less amused now more than she was annoyed.
"nah" Anima started folding her hands behind her head, "just another showing of mine, nothing I won't get fired for."
After the group left Argon barely paid attention to Anima as he headed for a tool closet.
"hey Argon?" asked Shro swinging a wrench around in her hand, "what did you ever do with Simon?"
Argon lazily glanced at the tool closet as he opened it, seconds later a stoned Simon came rolling out, giggling and all.
"Heylo Argon!" he said cheerfully, a large empty grin on his face. Argon walked off to his office shaking his head grumbling about young people today. Simon's glassy stare wandered to Anima,
"Anima my sweet" he stood up and claped her hard on the shoulder, "y'know, you and I
should get together, start a family y'know? ---------------------". Anima shook him off with a chuckle,
"sure simon, whatever you say" she laughed turning back to her work space. Argon returned from his office counting the money that the mob leader had paid him.
"alright you three listen up! Mr. malus has paid me a great amount of money to have all of the cars in his group modified!" Argon finished with a large toothy grin, unfortunately he wasn't greeted with the same sort of enthusiasm.

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that's all I have for now, sort of in a writes block. Thanks for the feedback!