Post by Giant Brother on Mar 15, 2007 9:30:17 GMT -5
(Not really, so we just start, rihgt? Tell me if this is okay.)
*Back Room, Bar, Stepford*
Glenn sat on a table, his foot resting on a chair. He took his glass and took a long drink. Jason Combateare sat at a chair by him. Because of their ties to the Organization, they managed to get a private room, the hustle and bustle of the rest of the establishment hid their voices from curious ears.
Glenn lifted his glass, wobbling a bit. "A... a t-toast, to the newest mumber of.... teh Organation!" (Spelling errors intended.)
Jason rolled his eyes. "Dude, you gave me that toast five times already." The necrival grumbled, he didn't acquire his father's immunities to intoxication, but fortunately for him, he didn't get alchohol.
Glenn looked shocked. "I did? Oh.... Well, it's just that... I love you man...." Glenn moved over to embrace Jason but instead fell off the table and hit the ground, unconcious.
Jason shook his head and chuckled a bit before continuing to drink. He was slightly worried though, did he mind wipe that last batch in this condition?
*Outskirts, Stepford*
She opened her eyes, automatically leaping up and looking around. A forest? She didn't fall asleep in a forest. She got up and wavered a bit. Something felt, different about her..... She wobbled over to a creek, drained. She bent over to get some water when she saw her reflection. She satered at it for the longest time, taking in every feature of her body, and then... she went nuts. She started screaming, only to scream louder at the sound of her voice, she ran around like a madman, only to crash into a tree and fall back onto a rock and go back into unconcious slumber.
The girl shook her head as she got up. What was that? She had asked herself. No doubt something that had happened to her, but what? Why had she been scared of how she looked? How she sounded? The girl rubbed her head. She couldn't remember a thing, just a name. Cassandra Degren.
*Back Room, Bar, Stepford*
Glenn sat on a table, his foot resting on a chair. He took his glass and took a long drink. Jason Combateare sat at a chair by him. Because of their ties to the Organization, they managed to get a private room, the hustle and bustle of the rest of the establishment hid their voices from curious ears.
Glenn lifted his glass, wobbling a bit. "A... a t-toast, to the newest mumber of.... teh Organation!" (Spelling errors intended.)
Jason rolled his eyes. "Dude, you gave me that toast five times already." The necrival grumbled, he didn't acquire his father's immunities to intoxication, but fortunately for him, he didn't get alchohol.
Glenn looked shocked. "I did? Oh.... Well, it's just that... I love you man...." Glenn moved over to embrace Jason but instead fell off the table and hit the ground, unconcious.
Jason shook his head and chuckled a bit before continuing to drink. He was slightly worried though, did he mind wipe that last batch in this condition?
*Outskirts, Stepford*
She opened her eyes, automatically leaping up and looking around. A forest? She didn't fall asleep in a forest. She got up and wavered a bit. Something felt, different about her..... She wobbled over to a creek, drained. She bent over to get some water when she saw her reflection. She satered at it for the longest time, taking in every feature of her body, and then... she went nuts. She started screaming, only to scream louder at the sound of her voice, she ran around like a madman, only to crash into a tree and fall back onto a rock and go back into unconcious slumber.
The girl shook her head as she got up. What was that? She had asked herself. No doubt something that had happened to her, but what? Why had she been scared of how she looked? How she sounded? The girl rubbed her head. She couldn't remember a thing, just a name. Cassandra Degren.