Message 1 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "nat_valerie" Date: Sun Feb 24, 2002 6:37 am Subject: All fall down ::A woman sits in the middle of the floor, she is giggling uncontrollably and staring at a candle and holding a spoon as she looks around... ::There are statues around her that are falling... you feel she wants to stop them but knows she can't ::As each tumbles she giggles more and tears flow from her eyes ooc Those that know Natasha would recognize her gwen richeson 2000-04-262 US2002022233 Message 2 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "James Brassfield 9411010" Date: Sun Feb 24, 2002 7:03 am Subject: Reach for the Sun IC CA (Death Post) (This vision is accompanied with the song _Here Comes The Sun_ by the Beatles, playing softly) The Sun shines down on you. Not with the harsh burning curse of Gods hate. But a feeling of contentment mixed with regret. The Sunlight on your skin is a warm caress. Its light kindles the memory in you all of the joy of being human. Of once what you were, free of the curse, standing enjoying this, that that is denied the children of Cain. Its embrace welcomes you. You welcome it back. (With this comes a voice. Many that know it will know it as Simply Simons. It is laced with great sadness.) "Naedeeah perhaps some how this will eventually come to your ears. Regret nothing. You are so dear to me. You were my sister, But most you were My BROTHER! Though I longed for more, you were the only Umma I ever needed. Know I will be with you, and we Will dance the sunrise together. Faruq dwells now with my Brothers who came before. You knew my harts desire. I cry out to you now the word." You reach up into the suns embrace of light. The warmth enfolds you, the song ends, and the vision fades. OOC I really enjoyed playing a Malk. I enjoyed the Game. Thank you all for giving me the chance to roleplay with you all. So ends My reset character. I have played him since 97, and had a hell of a good time doing so. Jim Brassfield Member number 9411-010 The Camarilla: A Vampire Fan Association GFM Insurgent Mystique WA017 Kitsap, WA, Dark Necropolis WAD-01 Message 3 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Michael Sears" Date: Sun Feb 24, 2002 4:07 pm Subject: Betrayal (Deathpost) I'm a: Seeking a: Age: to City or ZIP: *Sound of glass breaking, heavy metal music playing* TJ stands atop a hill holding a large golden belt. He walks side by side with the beast he has constantly fought. "I'll support you, never betray you" *PAIN rips through your mind as a man with an ever-changing face begins to eviscerate you, the beast beside you growing in size* *You feel gravity lose its grip, floating to the ground now* The changing man looks at the beast. "You wanted this, strike him and take it now" *Hatred, Betrayal, Sorrow, Regret* "For my family" A wave of bright light is brought on by the stroke of a bear's paw All that is left is an echo of the words "Bunny Tail" and the laughter of what used to be know as TJ Bough. OOC: Loved playing with you guys for the last year and a half. I'll definitely be making another Malk to play in the future. I can't stay away from you guys for long. Stay crazy. -Mike Sears 200009162 US2002022862 DC-IND0Y misears@b... [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 4 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Abu Nahasapeemapetalion" Date: Sun Feb 24, 2002 4:39 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] All fall down I'm a: Seeking a: Age: to City or ZIP: ::As each tumbles she giggles more and tears flow from her eyes OOC: Bil Terry old cam# 9706021 new cam# US2002023267 CC of Crossroads of Deception all around tired guyGet more from the Web. FREE MSN Explorer download : http://explorer.msn.com [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 5 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Tetsuo Mawman Date: Mon Feb 25, 2002 3:26 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] All fall down *a familiar piece of glass comes on to view. The same opaque glass that reminds you of the color of smoke. Think and wide enough to be the glass that separates the control room from the mic room in a music studio. There has been no 'THUMPING' on the glass for several weeks...yet* POUND POUND THWAP! POUND POUND THWAP! POUND POUND THWAP! *the noise keeps repeating in your head...a nice beat* "Buddy you're a boy make a big noise Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day You got mud on yo' face You big disgrace Kickin' your can all over the place Singin'" POUND POUND THWAP! POUND POUND THWAP! *out of a small crack in the glass, about the size of a hair...a whisper in the wind...* "...heh...guess that is going to be soon..." *...noise fades...and the glass freezes into the darkness of lost thoughts...no mind* ========== -AFJ US2002021852 ===== -Tetsuo Mawman, FBI Conspiracy Theorist, Phophet of the Court of Smoke, Occultist Extrodinaire *Acknowledged* *Well-Connected* *Loyal* *Cultured* *Revered* ============================================================ OOC: Anthony Fuentes Babbling Phophet of Chuck #: 2000-04-151 AIM: GideonsWake Sepulchre CA-023 ICQ: 66329178 Message 6 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Abu Nahasapeemapetalion" Date: Mon Feb 25, 2002 9:23 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] All fall down Abu Nahasapeemapetalion Ack, Oath-Sworn OOC: Bil Terry 9706021 cc of Crossroads of Deception Message 7 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Aaron Gomez Date: Mon Feb 25, 2002 2:53 pm Subject: [MMNsub] MTV and RKO IC: "Video killed the radio star...video killed the radio star.." *The sound waves carry these notes from the Desert. A beacon rises from the black landscape, a tower reminiscent of the RKO tower rises from the black void, the red tip blinking as the soundwaves issue from it in all directions, issuing forth into the inky void. *Glittering lights, high-pitched sounds of spinning slot machines and Muzak flash through the scene as the sound twists and warps beneath the weight of the images. The massive sign of the Circus Circus Casino spins around, the clown face lit horridly in the garish yellow and orange lights surrounding the sign. From there, the scene degredates down to it's base components: Pixels of light, pixels of white and yellow, the colors dissolving into lightwaves, which flicker past the viewer and descend into the nothingness in which they came from. The Muzak continues regardless, the sounds continuing through as they moved along the waves that carried them. The Muzak faded, followed by sounds from the previous evening: "We need a house, one with a dome... "...clowns running with chainsaws and floppy shoes what kind of world are we living in, next time we find him, he'll get the Rack.. "So what do you know about that medication, did he take it all? "Lavender, don't make me get the Prince's Dog... "Check the parking lot! "Mr. von Haas, will you be attending the affair in Dallas?" *This time, the voice spoke with a quiet authority, a delicate voice that spoke with clarity and strength* "I can't say either way Majesty, I can't leave Lavender here alone without medication, so I'll have to drug him up and throw him in a cage. Not a gilded cage, because then They'll find him." "I believe others from your Family will be there Mr. von Haas. You should consider attending." "I will make arrangements, thank you Majesty." "Lavender, eat those pills.." *Voices rise and fall as the scene deteriorates, the voices and scenes fading as Otto's touch to the Network lightens* *End RP* _____________ IC: Otto von Haas Hater of the Sacred Black Mercedes Reno, NV OOC: Aaron Gomez #200109181 ACC-Grand Illusion (NV-004) Reno, NV ICQ: 11250036 ===== Space Ghost: It sounds like you have many friends. Do people want to be your friend because you're so famous? Judy: Space Ghost, you must remember one thing: friends are just enemies who don't have the guts to kill you. Message 8 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Mon Feb 25, 2002 5:27 pm Subject: Kräftig - Summer marches in. >>POUND POUND THWAP!<< *somewhere in the static background you hear the first movement of Mahler's Symphony No. 3.. *you barely see her scream at you through your own blood-filled eyes.. "Fine! I am lost! Go Away!! I AM LEAVING AND YOU CAN'T COME WITH ME!!" the girl in pigtails screams out to you, to make you go away, to stay away, she doesn't want you, they don't want you, they leave you, they always leave, they never come back.. *the axe blurrs as it strikes the walls in the dark hallway.. *blood pours through your hands as you stike at blinding speeds.. *you never feel the pain.. *you don't feel the hunger.. you hear Dayetha whisper in your ear, "Welcome to the fold.." ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@u... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [*/ CST Fettered Dreams: http://FetteredDreams.cjb.net /****] [**/ ADST To1: http://To1.cjb.net /*******/ cam# 9910-120 /*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 9 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Jeremy Parkinson Date: Mon Feb 25, 2002 8:58 pm Subject: Death Post - Loney's last stand. You see total darkness drop over the scene. Out of the darkness comes a yellow figure {resembling the walmart smiley}. The figues face show it is very tired, like waking up from a long sleep. The figure begins to smile... Then a look of shock. The figure begins to crack. Cracks start getting larger and larger. Sinking through the whole of it. Then all of a sudden it explodes. Leaving nothing but darkness. {Any one who knew Loney would recognise it as him} OOC: Jeremy Parkinson jparkinson@s... CC The Final Path (MI-006) CAM - US2002021141 ICQ - 9250467 Yahoo - JeremyP55 AOL IM - JeremyP55 Message 10 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: D L Date: Tue Feb 26, 2002 11:54 am Subject: The doctor will see you now... IC: Dr. Miles Lavender Reno, NV Otto is leaving town. Leave me sedated in a cage. Really. I think I'll have to "hide" for a while. The Nos have invited me into their "home". Perhaps I can seek refuge there until Otto's departure. He's been unusually tense lately. Note to self, up Prozac dosage given to Otto's food supply. "I'm tellin' ya, doc. One swift kick in the groin will take care of that problem". Lovely, Morris, the "roommate", center stage. "He's nuttier than a basket o' cashews. Hey, how come you got nothin' to eat here?" Morris is right, I haven't fed in a while. "Some host you are, doc. Dragging me around like you do and not even considerate enough to show some hospitality. POW's get better treatment. Wait 'til I get a hold of CNN." "You mean the Humane Society?" "Don't give up your "day" job, doc." "You could leave", I said. "Yeah, Like you'd ever let me outta here." The words barely reached my ears as the ground shakes and trembles. "What the f..." I didn't need to hear the end of that sentence. In a cloud of confusion and noise, a stampede of green velvet water buffalo and burgundy hairless pudding crash through our little setting. Swirling in the mist are faces of people I've never seen before. And, instead of hoofbeats, it's voices, rising and falling in a raucous cacophony of Christmas tinsel. "Hey, this sideshow even has a clown." Morris' words take the scenic route before delivering the message. But I do notice the clown just before the whole thing disappears in a puff of logic. "Doctor, are you well?" The Prince's voice resonates in my ears like a cathedral bell. "Yes, yes I am... thank you." I stammer out. I feel like I'm floating in a pool of hairless pudding. Otto is glaring at me with that "take the pills" stare. I think I need a drink... OOC: Dirk Miller US2002023757 Grand Illusion (NV-004) Reno, NV ---- Message 11 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Barbara Mertz Date: Wed Feb 27, 2002 8:09 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] MTV and RKO OOC looking into the WW list--can anyone tell me anything about it? Would anyone mind if I cc'd posts there? ::A beatnik stands on a set of train tracks, tracks so wide you can't see either edge. The train will come this way. Closing fast, you hear the sound of the engine, with the whistle of a calliope coming faintly from its back. Wordless, the beatnik holds up her hand as though to say 'stop'. The train hits its brakes. There is the scream of metal on metal skidding, the bass of gears grinding. The beatnik is calm, wincing only slightly at the noise. It's a wonder--the noise is painfully loud.:: -- Barbara Mertz 2000-01-106 or US2002021791 House of the Silver Crescent, CA-016 ----------------and Clarice to Anthony's Hannibal OOC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Trustworthy**Feared**Well-Connected* Dancing Mary, Brujah *Acknowledged**Beloved**Revered* Jani Ziff, Nosferatu *Acknowledged**Respected* Message 12 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: rainbird Date: Wed Feb 27, 2002 10:37 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] MTV and RKO On Wed, 27 Feb 2002 06:09:02 -0800, you wrote: >OOC looking into the WW list--can anyone tell me anything about it? >Would anyone mind if I cc'd posts there? > >::A beatnik stands on a set of train tracks, tracks so wide you can't It is the MMN...though currently it seems to be both Cam and Sabbat...Hmmm..this could get interesting. Lady Cassandra Argos Dark Prophet and Seer Primogen Clan Malkav Ocala, Florida *ACK* *Honorable* *Cherished* *Titanium Ovaries (n/s Courageous)* *Loyal*Revered* Some people who yearn for endless life don't know what to do with a rainy afternoon. Harvey H. Potthoff, 1911- ooc: Cathryn Emerson 9802-016 SE ARC-Prestige Reviews ARC-Prestige@c... CST Werian Argentum Ocali FL-019 http://dppw.tamu.edu/camarilla/chapters/SE/WAO/ Coordinators Handbook Team ASA Pure Tribes http://vampire.tamu.edu/camarilla/venues/garou/uktena/index.html http://vampire.tamu.edu/camarilla/venues/garou/wendigo/index.htm Message 13 of 251 | Previous | Next [ Up Thread ] From: Natasha Dumniankova Date: Fri Mar 1, 2002 3:30 pm Subject: *the darkness is opressive... you can not see anything, you can't move... you can hear though.. you can hear someone walking... though it won't talk... you want to yell but you can't talk to him* the least he could have done was left our eyes open... it is not like we aren't crazy enough... this sucks... ooc you would recognize Natasha's Voice if you know her ooc gwen richeson 2000-04-262 us2002022233