Insanity's Embrace IC

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  1. OPEN SIGNUPS - Civil War (Sign-Ups and Info)

    Late but on the off chance that anyone somehow missed this, sign-ups for Civil War are up.

    And for the love of god anyone else who comes in, please don't say "reserve," lol.
  2. I hear there's gay ships? Let me boared the gay ships train.

    Also, I saw that you had Gregor on your list @Atomyk. :D
  3. pat. pat. pat.

    It just kept pouring down. Endless drops of rain falling from the sky and landing on her upturned face. Her eyes were closed as she leaned against the wall of the building. Taking slow, steady breaths while her heart was beating so loudly she was sure people down the street could hear it. Pushing away from the wall, she started down the sidewalk again, only walking a few paces before she pushed through the first door.

    Pausing for a moment, she glanced curiously at the room - a cafe - as if she had never actually seen one before. Black hair plastered to her head from the rain, a white tshirt under an open button up shirt that looked three sizes too big, she was probably looked like a drowned rat. The thought didn't seem to be crossing her mind, as she walked barefoot to the bar and slid in to one of the seats.

    She fumbled in to her pockets before she pulled out a few crumbled up dollar bills and dropped them on the counter. Her hands then found a straw to twizzle between her fingers as she nervously glanced around the room again.
  4. So, in the play we're doing for school, I play a dad who's way too busy for his kids.

    At least I get to wear a suit.
  5. "This is on the house. What can I get for you, sweety?"

    She stared at the cup for a moment, with an expression that suggested she thought it might be poisonous. But finally her hands reached out and wrapped around the mug. It was warm, deliciously warm, yet when she lift it up to take a drink she made a face. Bitter. Frowning just a bit she snagged a few packets of sugar and tore them open to dump in to the cup.

    Then she seemed to finally realize the waitress had spoken to her.

    Get for me? She looked around the room again, her eyes falling on the stranger with the partially eaten pie. Her hand lift to point subtly over her shoulder. "...pie?" she said softly, uncertainly. "Pie, yes, I would like some pie." the girl said again, this time with more conviction. Pie sounded very good.
  6. Marxsoul, again, please don't spam in here with emojis or otherwise. If you can't abide by this, then you just simply can't post in here, sorry.
  7. Good Afternoon?
  8. The pie looked back at her, daring her to eat it. thinking it was daring her to, brought a curious expression to her face. They didn't serve poisonous pie in places like this. ..and least not that she could remember. When was the last time she had been anywhere?

    Slowly, she took a bite, savoring the sweetness. That was awesome. There was probably nothing this good in the universe.

    Then there was a flash, a boom, and a crash!

    Sidney jumped, taking her fork in reflex and hopping out of her seat as if she were ready for a fight. It was nothing. The waitress had dropped a pot of coffee. She hopped back in to her chair, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Not crazy. Like a normal person eating pie. This is just a normal place and a normal day.
  9. The familiar jingle of the bell caught her attention as she was in the back searching for a clean towel "Julie...Sam...Someone!!" she called but was replied only by fits of laughter. Honestly! Sighing, "Never mind I'll get it" she muttered as another rumble of thunder seemed to shake the walls of the building. Coming from the back she slung the towel over her shoulder "hello" she said politely to the new customer, another young woman with a pale complexion, wavy dark hair, and feathered earrings dangling from her ears. She seemed almost in a curious daze as she glanced around the small cafe.

    "Please find a seat, but be careful of your step" she said grabbing the broken handle of the coffee pot to use for the larger shards of glass. What a mess. What a night. Sighing heavily she worked first to pick up what glass she could, careful not to cut herself. The spill looked oddly familiar to her as she grimaced some, the scent of strong coffee filling her nose and giving her a slight headache. Pitching the large pieces of glass she went over to the girl and handed her a menu "please take your time. I will be cleaning up the mess so please just holler when you are ready to order" she said politely.

    Returning to her work she began to soak up the coffee with the towel she had slung over her shoulder. The rain continued to fall in the background but for some reason the noises began to quiet around her. Her mind seemed to focus in solely on the task she was performing, the common job of cleaning up her messes. It almost seemed to intrigue her how the coffee was slowly soaked up into the towel; each cloth fiber grasping for the liquid and taking it up as slowly the pool began to disappear. She didn't notice it yet, but her heart rate was starting to increase and her hand slightly began to shake. The scent of coffee was being replaced by an almost metallic smell she once knew so well. The remaining liquid wouldn’t hold in the towel, but she still pushed the towel back and forth simply moving the spill back and forth, as if trying to remove some sort of stain. Every motion and every sound seemed almost painfully obvious to her as if things around her were slowing down to a stop. Her vision began to dim some and for a moment things seemed painfully quiet.

    She was only faintly aware of a small voice behind her suddenly. “Miss…miss?” it was the voice of a little girl. Slowly she lifted her head and turned to look at the girl who stood in a blue frilled dress with matching blue ribbon through her brown hair, pale skin that reminded her of a porcelain doll almost, and little girl, glossy, black mary jane shoes with frilly white trim socks. It was almost a nostalgic feel that swept over Alexandra, who was now blissfully oblivious to the change in surroundings about her, “what is it dear?” she heard herself say but her voice sounded somehow different to her own ears. The girl leaned forward a moment as if to whisper in her ear “Do you hear them too? The voices? The stories?” she stood straight again “Listen.” She pointed toward the sky as Alexandra glanced at her confused. “I’m sorry what are you talking about?” what was going on? Did no one else see this but her? Actually…where was everyone else? Where, was she? She glanced around and noticed not only was the place empty, but she wasn’t even in the same place! She was in a small enclosed room of some sort with a single bulb hanging from a wire above. Cupboards along two sides and a fridge in the corner, it was a kitchen of some sort. What’s happening?

    The girl was dancing and twirling about giggling almost evilly. Twirling around she jumped and leaned forward again “They want to tell you things! Listen to them! Did they tell you to do this?” she said again in a more forceful tone pointing down at the ground. Frantic now, Alexandra was about to respond by asking what the girl meant. Instead her eyes moved down to the floor where she had been scrubbing. Only it wasn’t coffee she was scrubbing up but a much thicker and metallic scented liquid. Crimson and it now dripped from her hands and the towel she was uselessly using to scrub it away. Her eyes widened in horror and shock as she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. The girl only continued to laugh at her, “Listen to them! Do you hear them!” she said again. Suddenly, Alexandra did start to hear voices. Slowly they gathered and were growing in intensity to the point where they were just a roaring mass of any and every kind of voice she could think of. She couldn’t understand them, but she felt smothered by their noise and presence. On the verge of a breakdown she shook her head some holding it, the stained towel still in her hand, “make…it stop!” she whispered quietly, but it only got worse. Finally she simply closed her eyes “Stop!” she shouted as loud as she could.

    There was a shattering feeling and noise as if everything had collapsed upon itself. When she slowly opened her eyes she was back in the café with the customers about. She’d been clutching the dampened towel in both her hands as if it were the only thing saving her life. She didn’t know if she’d actually screamed out the stop or not, but some of the eyes turned to peer at her curious behavior. She’d been simply cleaning the coffee stain when suddenly she seemed to zone out to the world around her. Julia suddenly stuck her head out from the back. “You okay?” she said confused. Noticing she’d pretty much wrung the coffee dampened towel all over herself in that moment of mindless panic, she slowly stood. Had that all just been some sort of terrible dream? Frowning, she slowly moved behind the counter to get a fresh towel. She must have looked shaken because Julia actually looked slightly concerned, “Hey, don’t worry about that mess I’ll clean it up. You sure you’re okay? You zoned there for a good moment and then just shouted stop?” So she had shouted that last bit. Was the rest then just in her head? It had to be.
    “I’m--fine. It’s nothing really. Just a long day, you know? I just must have dozed off and…had a bad dream” she said attempting a meager smile. Tossing the towel into the nearby sink she sighed heavily and took a seat while Julia just shrugged and went to finish cleaning the mess. Glancing down, Alexandra noticed her hands were shaking badly. Dream. It was just a dream. She kept telling herself, and yet her hands still felt as if that sticky substance were covering her fingers. Reaching under the counter, she found a small bottle of pills and popped the lid. She didn’t bother to see which one’s she’d taken. She just popped two and swallowed them with a sigh. The customers would go unattended for a short moment.

    [[Summary: Alexandra is busy cleaning her mess when she notices another customer come in. After settling them down she returns to her task. As she's cleaning her mess she starts to slowly tune out from the world, only to find herself lost in a dream or a memory perhaps? A small girl appears and seems to taunt her for a moment before all starts to go chaotic for her. In a last ditch effort, she seeks a comfort and simply closes her eyes tight wishing it all to stop. She opens her eyes to find herself back in the diner perplexed as to what just transpired and quite shaken. Leaving her task to Julia to finish she takes a seat behind the counter and pops a few pills. The customers are left to ponder he behavior and wait for their service.]]
  10. Alexander couldn't sleep, the thought of his drawing going on display picked at his mind not allowing him any respite. Begrudgingly he got up and found a jacket and pulled it on along with a pair of hiking boots. Seeing his leather binder he used to keep his drawings in he grabbed that too and left the single-room apartment locking the door behind him.

    Making his way down the stairwell he let the sound of the rain outside calm him down a little, all he had to do was walk into the gallery and demand the removal of his sketch from the display. He was the artist so they had to listen right? Pulling the hood over his head as he reached the street he began the three block walk to the gallery. He wondered how they had gotten it in the first place, he never sold any of those sketches, and he was always careful as to where he left the. It must have fallen out of his binder... He checked it over to see if it had split or if that was a possibility. And didn't even notice he had just walked passed his favorite diner.
  11. Lara was use to tight deadlines but this one took the cake as the cab suddenly came to a halt in the middle of the street. Instantly horns were blaring and fingers were flying out the rain soaked windows.

    "What the hell? Whats wrong with you? We are in the middle of the street..!" She was angry and now as going to be late for the final presentation. There was no way she could be late or the company might not seal the deal, hence she would loose her job and shortly their after loose the new condo she just got.

    "Why arent we moving?? Lara eyed the drivers name plate and tried to make it out... ahh Ishublmuia Sjamickna. Lara knew damn well she just butchered the mans name but he simply sat their as the cars went around them yelling and honking.

    "Out of gas." Was all he said with a sigh. He rubbed his eyes and looked into the rearview mirror. "29.87 miss.."

    He looked at her with the expection of getting paid, but her eyes told another story.

    "Look chump, Im not paying you a damn thing since you!! dont have enough sense to put enough gas in the cab! Okay.. now Im late, Im so late, they are gonna fire me and Im gonna lose my condo and all because you... whatever you name is, forgot to get GAS!!! You moron!"

    Lara busted the the passneger door open and was almost killed by a passing truck, it honked and splashed her new Armani suit. "You Bastard!" she yelled toward the truck as she got holding her laptop case, white drawing tubes and her coat. She was so mad she forgot to put it on and in the rain she was almost instantly soaked. A quickly as she could she dodged two cars and one UPS van before she spotted the small cafe. With a grumble she went inside. Dripping from dead to toe she was less then graceful as her long white drawing tubes got stuck in the door.. she yanked on it and the cap popped off and the three neatly rolled drawings slid out.

    "Oh thats just perfect.. perfect!' she cried as she dropped her other items and started to collect the mess before someone came in and stepped on them, that and to reduce the amount of water they touched.
  12. ((nice intro inky don't forget to get a quick character sheet up in the OOC though thanks! ^^))
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  13. Alexander stopped, not only had he almost been bulldozed by a woman holding a bunch of tubes and a laptop bag but the weather was worsening. He shielded his has from the rain and checked his watch, good there was enough time to wait for the rain to pass before the gallery closed. Slick with rain he entered the diner after the woman and almost stepped on some large papers. He shut the door quickly and knelt next to her helping her pick up her things and putting them on a nearby table.

    “Hi, I noticed you seem irked by something.” it was his nature to talk to people who looked like they needed it, it came from not having that many to talk to that he knew. He gave her a friendly smile and pulled out a chair for her to sit. “You almost brought me in here with you when you came in, bad morning?”
  14. ((shit let me do thats))

    Lara looked up and tried to smile. It wasnt often that people tried to help you and really mean it. Sometimes they help you out and when you not looking snag your purse or your coat, but this guys seemed to be on the up and up.

    "Yeah, I think Im gonna lose my job, and condo today. Hows that for bad."

    Letting out a sigh Lara tossed the last few things that were in her hand onto the table and plopped down into the well worn chairs. She never really came into places like this and it was a first for her.

    "Look Im sorry. I dont mean to be snippy... Im just fucked thats all.."

    Again she looked down and put her elbows on the table and slowly lowered her head into ther hands. Her fingers rubbed her temples and grazed her hair. She was tired and not sure if her life that she had worked so hard for was over in a flash and all because some asshole forgot to get gas. It made her stomach do a flip and instantly she felt like as she gonna be sick. A small burp and Lara had to look down and away.

    As qucikly as she could she scanned the walls for a sign for the bathrooms.

    "Excuse me.." she mubbled as she ran toward them and vanished inside.
  15. Alexander's first impression has that she was overreacting, he tried to gauge her body language and decided she was genuinely stressed and could probably use some company to distract her at least temperately. It would allow her to view things is perspective afterwords.

    He opened his mouth to speak but she excused herself and rushed off before he had the chance.”Umm... I'll just get you some coffee shall I?” he called after her and put his binder on the table along with her things and sat down looking around, there where a few customers but it wasn't crowded, the girl behind the counter who usually served him seemed for stressed than usual so he might have to wait for service.

    Smiling in her direction he noticed an odd looking man, it didn't bother him that much but he found himself taking out a piece of paper and quickly sketching his features in the corner, on the sheet were various other sketches of random people along with a few of the inside of the diner. It was something he did when he had something on him mind, he was never sure why he drew some people and not others but it helped relax him.
  16. Lara finallly came back to the table and looked very tired and still pale. She sank into the seat next to the kind man that had helped her with her stuff. It was still raining and the soft pitter pat of the rain hitting the glass was almost calming.

    "Im sorry about that.. Im just a huge ball of nerves... My name is Lara, whats yours?" she asked softly as she tried to sort out her mess of papers. Some had gotten a bit wet and she started to dry then with a few napkins from the sliver dispensor.
  17. When Lara returned Alexander quickly slid the paper into the binder and did it the string that held it closed. “I am Alexander but my... um.. people call me Alex, which I don't really like but don't really mind either.” he said finishing with a small grin. “Are you an artist or designer?” he asked before realizing the answer saw literally spread on the table before him. He looked away slightly embarrassed, he always did this around strangers.

    He grabbed a few serviettes from the dispenser and helped her mop up some of the water, being careful not to smudge the ink “Lara..” he started “If I way ask, what is wrong, what single event could ruin your life?” he tried to make him voice sound reassuring, like she didn't have to answer if she didn't want to.
  18. "gas" she said. It hung in the air as she kept to drying up the most important papers. Some where already beyond any help but she tried anyway. Blowing on some and waving them like a fan in the air she was nearing a slight panic as she worked a sheet with 5 napkins.

    Soon enough the dispener was empty on both sides and she reached over into the oppossing table, snagging that sliver box as well. She was wrapped up with trying to dry the papers off. Her breath was increasing as she looked like she was near tears. Sure enough a few drops landed on a report. It splashed on the title, and name.

    " its okay everything is okay... " she whispered more to herself than to him. As she worked on the report in her hand she didnt even notice that the dates were all old. Some of that papers were yellow from age but that didnt stop her. As Lara moved her hand jerked and a tube rolled on the table over toward Alex, tapping his hand. The date and all delivery information were all old, but protected by a patch if clear tape.

    Attention: Lara Yates Urgent
    Pospmark 2-24-08

    Shipping number #A68K45P09KU-54L ;
  19. Felling a light contact on his hand Alexander looked down instinctively then back up at Lara. “Wha...?” he looked down again turning the roll so that the writing was right way up making sure he wasn't mistaken. Then he understood, or at least thought he did, I was an old project revived. Typical, you leave it for years then all of a sudden it had to be done this second. Lara was probibly under a lot of pressure.

    “This project is over a year and a half old.” he remarked. “If you've been on board that long surely they won't just can you for one mistake. Especially if you're important enough to be receiving urgent plans.” He waved the roll with a finger indicating the date. “Now..” he said putting a hand on her shoulder in comfort.
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