Message 182 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Mon Jun 3, 2002 8:49 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] another.. ItIsNowMyDut... Offline Send Email *a violin string plays.. *forlorn.. *another tonight.. *again.. *look brother.. *look what we have brought to you.. *see the strength she will bring us all.. *the sounds of a mirror cracking.. ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 183 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Dubhradh Date: Tue Jun 4, 2002 12:26 am Subject: Tick-tock dubhradh Offline Send Email In the darkness the constant ticking of a clock is heard, sometimes louder and sometimes softer, but endlessly ticking. Under the ticking a soft child's voice can be heard singing: "'round and round the carpenter's bench, the monkey chased the weasel... tick-tock, the clock stops." (those who recognize Lillith's mind would know exactly where this is coming from) ===== "Sex isn't like candy, you don't hand it out to whiney little boys who won't shut the hell up.- Rachael Acks" Keeley CC and ACST Theatre Magique CO013 was 2001-05213 is US2001022368 Myu and Seimei's poor typist Keeper of Katsu no Miko's Wufei MnM (Mikagami no Miko) ICQ# 64509645 (feel free to contact me) Message 184 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Barbara Mertz Date: Tue Jun 4, 2002 7:34 am Subject: Riddles... theheretik@... Send Email ::The beatnik walks in the white room, all plain white except for a billowing white curtain along one wall. She walks next to that wall, listening intently. A sword lashes out at the beatnik. She doesn't expect it and only partially dodges it, getting pinked but not shanked*. This annoys her but she keeps walking, keeps listening. A rolling pin lashes out from the curtain, again being almost-dodged. The beatnik chances turning her back to the curtain to wave over another figure. An aboriginal black man walks over to her, his bare feet padding on the hard floor. He performs a small ritual, then opens a small place in the curtain and peers through. His face turns the blue-white of fear and of death, and he runs off screaming. The beatnik tries to repeat his ritual but the curtain will not open for her. She continues to walk along the billowing curtain, listening intently, dodging blows...: *pinked--fencing term for the blade having just drawn blood but not made a deep wound. shanked-local slang for a stabbing -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) ----------------and Harley Quinn to Anthony's Joker IC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Message 185 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Barbara Mertz Date: Wed Jun 5, 2002 1:57 am Subject: Re: [Malkavian] - confusion, frustration theheretik@... Send Email ::A figure in a flowing robe billows across a white landscape. A projector illuminates the white canvas with the scene of the inside of a suburban house. The place has a familiarity that is meant to be comforting. The figure draws back its hood to reveal a thin young man with white hair*. His voice is soothing and nearly androgynous. In one white gloved hand he holds a pair of round framed sunglasses. "I am so sorry. We are only talking amongst ourselves, you being one of our selves. Take comfort in knowing that the voices in your head, on some level, care about you." He moves, billowing, towards a computer monitor that is projected on the screen. With force but not anger he punches his hand through it, the hand carrying the sunglasses. It shatters as though it were solid and not just a projection, and his hand is bloodied by the broken innards. Tiny red numbers spill onto the ground.:: *Larva, for those who follow anime. Kimberly Chaz wrote: > > No no no! NO! NO! STOP IT! SHUT UP! STOP TALKING TO ME! > WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST SHUT UP! > > *She pushes the monitor over and it unplugs, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" she stands > and takes a deep breath and looks around the room as if coming out of a > trance...the scene fades to black* -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) ----------------and Harley Quinn to Anthony's Joker IC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Message 186 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Megan O'Shea" Date: Wed Jun 5, 2002 11:01 pm Subject: fear and sadness sweet_death_... Offline Send Email ** The generally familiar mind of Destiny appears once again as the hall of lights, and a cracked mirror. As you walk down the aisle and look to either side, you are nearly blinded by a reddish/purpleish lights... As you get to the end, you see Destiny sitting on her chair looking scared and alone.** **As you look at her, you see in her eyes a blue light that seems to be eminating hope, and love, and loyalty. Her hair is in a tight bun at the nape of her neck, and she is wearing a long black dress.... their are no weapons in sight. Just the chair, and the cracked mirror floor. As she speaks her voice is not trembeling, although their is a tinge of worry in her voice...** "I am seeking to be Oathsworn as well as three whom I know. I am looking for people whom would speak for me." **She pauses and looks very nervous for a moment, before calming again...** "Archon DuCharon, I would be honored if you would perform this for me and those I care for." **As she and you look up, the aisle dissolves, and the mirror cracks, and falls apart, you are surrounded by the blue hopeful lights, and calming music...** ooc; Destiny Price of the Annunaki Cherished, Acknowledged, Feared, and Well-Connected Megan O'Shea [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Message 187 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Muse Date: Thu Jun 6, 2002 5:21 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness malkmuse Offline Send Email A pair of gentle blue eyes peer out of the darkness. A soft sigh is heard. "Poor thing." ooc shanon US2002021971 Eyes are muse's shade of blue :P Message 188 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Thu Jun 6, 2002 3:16 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness ItIsNowMyDut... Offline Send Email <<"I am seeking to be Oathsworn as well as three whom I know. I am looking for people whom would speak for me.">> <<**She pauses and looks very nervous for a moment, before calming again...**>> <<"Archon DuCharon, I would be honored if you would perform this for me and those I care for.">> >>A pair of gentle blue eyes peer out of the darkness. A soft sigh is heard.<< >>"Poor thing."<< *a violin string breaks.. *a man walking in a green top-hat and suit.. *a robot stands up and points at green.. *a clan and sect is betrayed by the robot as green dies.. *from nowhere in particular.. a deep and distorted voice, "you and yours will be betrayed by the lie that is the Oath of the Camarilla, many have already seen the lies and paid dearly for their trust.." ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 189 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Thu Jun 6, 2002 3:53 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] )Whisperings ItIsNowMyDut... Offline Send Email *a fading piano plays, like rain-drops on a sidewalk in the park.. >>And you left.<< *what they did, for them, they said for you.. >>You had to.<< *what they said, for you, they did for them.. *a childe plays in the fountain, watching the frogs jump, the birds water down, a cat catching moths in the lamp-light.. Dayetha, "My dear, it is late.." *the childe nods and stands to take her hand, holding a distinct mirror in his left palm.. Dayetha, "You parents will be worried sick." ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 190 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Muse Date: Thu Jun 6, 2002 4:43 pm Subject: living a lie malkmuse Offline Send Email You stand before the mirror, carefully surveying yourself. Black boots, jeans, low cut shirt covered with fishnet, red curls free of all but one butterfly, the one the Dove gave you so long ago, clipped in its usual place. Only a very light brushing of glitter beneath your eyes. On impulse you reach for black eyeliner, adding a dark streak beneath your eyes. Suddenly you are not quite as pale, as you call up a more healthy looking fascade. You hate it. It feels like a lie... not as much as the one you've been putting on for your friends, but still a lie... and every bit as necessary. With a sigh you lean against the wall, absently staring into your own reflected eyes. The fascade drops. "Well" you mutter to yourself, frowning slightly. "well then." Standing up straight you absently smooth your clothes, and run a hand through your curls. Staring straight into your reflected eyes, watching as they shift from blue to violet. Your voice is soft as you whisper... "No more lies." Flip a switch and the lights go out. OOc recognizable as MUSE shanon US2002021971 anarch rep available with correct level of anarch lore Message 191 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Ambium@... Date: Thu Jun 6, 2002 4:48 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness quidbert Offline Send Email The scene shifts to a sickly boy on a rock in the middle of a pond...... The boy shutters as the cene disolves to a carnival where a man with a skull head and a top hat, and a rose of broken mirrors stands in the middle......... The man shouts "Bring me your oathsworn!!!"........ Another man walks out from the crown gather around, He is a gentle looking man with a blue tie. He says "I am oathsworn, I will fight for the Camarilla before all else and I will die in it's name." "And so shall you" the skelleton faced man says as he raises his hands and a flame comes to the ground burning the man to death......... The scene is interuppted by the coughing of the sickly boy........ "Remeber brothers and sisters, thease words can bring you great allies..... but then can also bring you great enemies" The sickly boys on the rock spits blood into a bloddies hankerchief and the scene fades out. -Quid White rabbitt of house Bandersnatch Message 192 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Dubhradh Date: Thu Jun 6, 2002 7:23 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness dubhradh Offline Send Email > "Remeber brothers and sisters, thease words can > bring you great allies..... > but then can also bring you great enemies" The scene opens on what appears to be the stage of an abandoned theatre. A small girl in rainbow barrettes and an oversized widow's dress walks to the front of the stage and looks out into the audience. "Is there none then who will speak FOR the Oath?" She steps back and waits, watching the audience. ===== "Sex isn't like candy, you don't hand it out to whiney little boys who won't shut the hell up.- Rachael Acks" Keeley CC and ACST Theatre Magique CO013 was 2001-05213 is US2001022368 Myu and Seimei's poor typist Keeper of Katsu no Miko's Wufei MnM (Mikagami no Miko) ICQ# 64509645 (feel free to contact me) Message 193 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Ryan Mulderig" Date: Thu Jun 6, 2002 8:39 pm Subject: RE: [MMNsub] fear and sadness RyanMulderig Offline Send Email > "Is there none then who will speak FOR the Oath?" A city street is snaps into sharp focus. Trash lines the gutters, a feral dog worries at something unmentionably foul. The camera moves down the street a whore is smacked by her pimp, a junky moans in a alley, an empty syringe next to him, a man is beaten, his wallet taken. A first there is no sound track. The scenes of violence and rage play out in silence. Slowly the sound come up, but it is not the sounds of sirens, only the sounds of violence. A low mermer begin, barely audible over the sounds of flesh being pummeled by flesh. Slow the sound grows, until it is clear that is the sound of thousands upon thousands of voices moaning in pain as the weak are crushed again and again by strong. Suddenly the camera shifts focus to a lone cruiser. Jack Murphy can be seen behind the wheel. His face, even his aura is indistinguishable from human. A great sadness can be seen in his eyes as he takes in the scene around him. He pulls the car to the curb, and with a heaviness that can be easily read in the set of his shoulders, he pulls himself out of the car and goes to work. He separates the pimp from the whore, sending put the pimp in the back of the cruiser. He calls an ambulance for the junky and for the beaten man. He slowly works to bring order to the street, one small crisis at a time. He shoulders slump more and more as he works, but after a time you can see that his dedication, at simply admirable, becomes impressive, then almost unbelievable. Each time he intervenes he acts with a calm compassion trying work both justice and mercy. Anarchy or Order Humanity or the Beast I made my choice. OOC: Ryan Mulderig, US2002-02-2566 Message 194 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Megan O'Shea" Date: Fri Jun 7, 2002 1:22 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness sweet_death_... Offline Send Email **The aisle appears again, as you walk down the familiar aisle, you will notice some of the shattered peices of mirror below you have connected... The lights to either side of you are a blue, eminating a kind peace, a very inspirational and steady light. As you walk further down the aisle, you see Destiny, she is sitting down on a chair, the chair is simple, and for once, Destiny is simply dressed. She is wearing a nice pair of jeans, and a tight fitting blue t-shirt. Her hair is down, and her eyes, are once again eminating the same blue that was on either side of you as you walked down the aisle, you can tell it is not merely being reflected but it is actually radiating the peaceful blue.** **As she speaks, her voice seems more confident.** "Swearing the Oath, should be seen as an honor by any Camarilla member. It is you showing that you are more than willing to merely follow the guidelines set for you, but you are willing to die to preserve them. You are swearing that you forever, will uphold the traditions which keep all Kindred safe, regardless to any personal harm that may or may not come to you." **When she is finished speaking you get an extreme feeling of loyalty as her eyes slowly switch from the peaceful blue to a determined green. As you look down the mirror once again shatters, and the peices scatter. As you fall you are surrounded by white, blue and green lights, there is no fear, for you know that although you are falling, you will not land.** ooc: Destiny Price Acknowledged, Well-Connected, Cherished, and Feared Megan O'Shea Message 195 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: Barbara Mertz Date: Fri Jun 7, 2002 2:03 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness theheretik@... Send Email ::Once again you hear the =tink= of the violin string breaking, only this time it pulls you from the reverie of memories and grief, to the inside of a late night restaurant. You sit across from a well dressed man with a badger-like face. He is businesslike but pleasant, naming off to you status and boons which you dutifully record, even though right at the moment you can't remember what they are. They're inside, but you can't get at them right now. Among his own status he says 'Oathsworn' and you answer reflexively: 'I'm sorry.' A brief feeling of adrenaline flows up and must flash across your face, for he strives to put you at ease. 'I know,' he says, and shrugs sheepishly. Sheepishly, like a sheep...he won't look at you as the scene shifts. You're in strobe, like a movie on an old broken projector. Fear, remembered. Terror, sinking feeling. A brief scene of violence, and the reel snaps. Somehow, he is still your friend.:: "Thomas E. Redd" wrote: > <<"I am seeking to be Oathsworn as well as three whom I know. I am > looking for > people whom would speak for me.">> > > *a violin string breaks.. > -- Barbara Mertz US2002021791 (was 2000-01-106) ----------------and Harley Quinn to Anthony's Joker IC: Cheri Eva Quinn-Maroon, Malkavian *Acknowledged**Feared**Well-Connected**Revered* ---Unwise--- Message 196 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: rainbird Date: Fri Jun 7, 2002 7:35 am Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness rainbird@... Send Email On Fri, 7 Jun 2002 02:22:36 -0400, you wrote: >"Swearing the Oath, should be seen as an honor by any Camarilla member. It is you showing that you are more than willing to merely follow the guidelines set for you, but you are willing to die to preserve them. You are swearing that you forever, will uphold the traditions which keep all Kindred safe, regardless to any personal harm that may or may not come to you." < A flashing picture of an old woman swearing to protect the ideals of the Camarilla, the fashions she and the person taking that oath from her, those of several years ago> < a feeling of great sadness as all you have protected turns from it's Sect and walks away...and a feeling of determination to stand even against your friends if need be and remain loyal to your word and honor> I swore once to the Camarilla. My word was and is my bond. Actions speak louder than taking another oath. OOC: Those who know her mind recognize: Lady Cassandra Argos Dark Prophet and Seer *ACK* *Honorable* *Cherished* *Titanium Ovaries (n/s Courageous)* *Loyal* Clan *Honored as Elder in her clan* Some people who yearn for endless life don't know what to do with a rainy afternoon. Harvey H. Potthoff, 1911- ooc: Cathryn Emerson US2002021455 SE ARC-Prestige Reviews ARC-Prestige@... CST Werian Argentum Ocali WWFL-019 Silver Springs, Florida AGSA Pure Tribes Web Site Euthantos List Mod Message 197 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Alex Pogue" Date: Fri Jun 7, 2002 12:45 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness rakasta@... Send Email >"Is there none then who will speak FOR the Oath?" *the darkness swirls, and the figure chuckles slightly* i suppose i should, for old times sake. yay oath, good stuff, rah rah rah. how was that? *the figure pulls in on itself slightly and there is a muffled cry of pain echoing away into nothingness as your attention drifts away* Called Spook Pawn of Nothing Fool of Everything ==== alex pogue us2002035123 Message 198 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Alex Pogue" Date: Fri Jun 7, 2002 12:56 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] fear and sadness rakasta@... Send Email *the darkness swirls, and the figure speaks, its voice much harsher than usual* what taking the oath is saying is that you are willing to be a mindless puppet of the higher ups. You are willing to break the Camarilla's word and hunt anarchs, and you are willing to kill your own for the greater good.... In my experience, the greater good seldom comes from turning forces on themselves. Divided we fall, and all that. But hey, take the oath.Not like I'm one to speak... *the figure sighs and rolls over in the shadows* as always, i exist to make social commentary and not much more. *a single green eye opens, focused on destiny, the voice is no longer as harsh, and indeed, seems almost sympathetic* I was as you are once. So young and sure of the right of the world that I saw around me...You hardly need my words...I have time on my side.... *the eye closes and the figure sinks back into the comfort of the darkness, the distant sound of a child laughing its only disturbance* Called Spook Pawn of Nothing Fool of Everything ==== alex pogue us2002035123 Message 199 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Thomas E. Redd" Date: Mon Jun 10, 2002 3:59 pm Subject: Re: [MMNsub] living a lie ItIsNowMyDut... Offline Send Email >>Your voice is soft as you whisper... << >> "No more lies."<< *the sounds of a high-hat, crashing softly in time.. *a bass thumps.. "no more lies.." "So called facts are fraud, They want us to allege and pledge, And bow down to their God, Lost the culture, the culture lost, Spun our minds and through time, Ignorance has taken over, Yo, we gotta take the power back!, Bam! Here's the plan, Motherfuck Uncle Sam, Step back, I know who I am, Raise up your ear, I'll drop the style and clear, It's the beats and the lyrics they fear, The rage is relentless, We need a movement with a quickness, You are the witness of change, And to counteract, We gotta take the power back" *an open field.. *a casle on the far side, a hill, dark, inky, fires and lightning flying out every hole, large statue-like creatures flying out.. *a silent army rushes ahead.. "We gotta' take the power back" *the flying statue creatures fly away.. *a man in dark clothes, dark skin.. *a group of kindred standing around.. *a man in robes spouting words like strings with no end, and no meaning, just a line that rolls up in a ball around him.. *another in the group speaks.. "is this is what you want? they control you! they manipulate you! they stab you in the back over another man's word, even when they witnessed it with their own eyes, because they have no eyes, they are the eyes of demons and they will penetrate your heart, they will rip it from your chest and steal your soul!" *the crowd takes down the string-laden man and triumphs in their independence. *from nowhere in particular.. a deep and distorted voice, "no more lies.." ------------------------------------------------------------- [**/thomas e redd jr /*/ teredd@... /*/ icq# 264295 /**] [*Personal Web Address: http://idrainu.cjb.net/ aim# drainu*] [* "You got your big cheese, i got my hash pipe." - Weezer *] ------------------------------------------------------------- Message 200 of 251 < Previous | Next > From: "Marcus Kraten" Date: Fri Jun 28, 2002 2:21 am Subject: re-emergence malkcheschire@... Send Email you find yourself at the edge of a vast forest. to your left is a crooked wooden sign that reads "Tuggley Woods". you hear a pounding noise that draws you into the woods, down a narrow, but well worn path, to a bent little cottage. a cottage you recognize without knowing as Cheschire's. above the door hangs a House Crest. the crest bears the image of the Cheschire Cat and the White Rabbit as knights. at the top of the crest is a great beast. Cheschire steps out through the front door and grins. "welcome. though it has taken great time and effort, House Bandersnatch is finally a reality. all who would stand against the Jabberwock are welcome. simply speak to myself or Quid." with that he returns inside and shuts the door. as he does a great frumious roar echoes forth from the woods, scaring odd looking bird of all sorts into the air. Cheschire M. Kraten US2002021766 `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' :Lewis Carol