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The Merrily Happy City (Edwin) (Open)

Some one-thousand years into the future, Feila is now ruled by pop-crazy teenagers, computer nerds, and gun-wielding gangsters. This period is most like our present day Earth, specifically the 2000's, with the Internet, MP3 players, and towering skyscrapers. All natives are furry (Skin Avian are present here too). No native humans.
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Re: The Merrily Happy City (Edwin) (Open)

Post by weasel » Sat Oct 07, 2017 12:22 am

The walls of a ruined studio apartment vibrated with every note of the music blasting full volume from an old set of speakers. A thick cloud of tobacco smoke choked the air in the room, supplemented by the orange ember of a cigarette which hung between the lips of an unkempt dingo, who sat upon a dirty old couch as he leaned over a battered coffee table, filling a medical syringe with the liquid held in a battered table spoon.

Dennis bit onto his lower lip. A leather belt was wrapped tightly around his left bicep, causing the veins in his forearm to bulge. He winced as the tip of the needle plunged into his skin like the bite of a snake. He depressed the plunger, filling his veins with the opiate venom which he so desperately loved.

Dennis loosened the belt from his arm, and the heroin rushed into his system. His eyes widened; he had done too much this time. Within seconds, the dingo began to foam at the mouth, and he slumped backward onto the dirty couch, completely limp.

His breath became heavy. His heart slowed. His mind began to slip. His sight faded into darkness.

Th-thump. Thump Thump.... Thump


Dennis's head jerked as he snapped awake, finding himself slumped on the seat of a darkened subway car. His heart raced, his breaths were deep and erratic. The high of the heroin was gone, as was the craving for more; he was perfectly sober for the first time in years. Silence surrounded him, and he could barely see in the darkness. His eyes fell upon a placard, an advertisement upon the wall of the car, which portrayed a man, chasing a butterfly, about to unknowingly step over the edge of a cliff.
Kings get assassinated. Castles all crumble. Forever lives the legend of a poet who was humble.

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Re: The Merrily Happy City (Edwin) (Open)

Post by RabidFox » Sat Oct 07, 2017 3:17 pm

There was a high-pitched scream. A woman. Mortimer's head turned in the direction of the sound. It was down the tunnel. Hurriedly, he got up. It was an instinctual reaction. Rushing over to the tunnel, the fox stared down the long, dark path only to see nothing but darkness itself. Where was that voice coming from?! What had happened to Salvador?! Did Salvador have something to do with it?!

"Hello?!" His voice echoed into the emptiness. Then he started to tentatively step forward. "Hello?!"

Mortimer couldn't skip the opportunity to meet other life. And he hardly found a woman in distress intimidating. But it was the shadows, the blackness. It was the venture into the unknown. He couldn't lift one foot over and off the platform. He couldn't get onto the rails. Afterall... what if there was a subway car? He would get hit.

The longest time passed. The fox stood as still as a stone. No one had answered. It was almost sinister. His eyes caught on the seemingly endless depth of the tunnel. The world as he had known it, gone. All that was left was a sneaking suspicion that there was more to this bizarre mystery other than storms and his uncle. Something greater was going on here. Something of a higher order. It was as if he had entered a parallel dimension. Everything that had been there to ensure him of reality had pretty much vanished, except for the unmistakable designs of life. A little beast could never carve civilization out of stone and glass. And the voice... it most definitely belonged to a person.

His foot lifted up... and over... and finally...

he tripped again.

Mortimer cried out, finding that he had lost his balance. He had misjudged the depth. The fox was about to fall helplessly forward, but managed this time to stop himself. A leg shot out, his foot catching his weight before he had the chance to bloody his head on the rail. The headmaster was stunned, shocked at his own clumsiness. Frightened, he straightened himself up. His head darted in the direction of the scream that he had heard earlier, and his ears twitched, listening for it again. But of course he heard nothing.

Determinedly, he began to slowly, slowly walk down the tunnel. There was only the signs overheard to light the way. Barely anything to look at. All it did was show him when the tunnel was straight and when it bent.

"Hello?!" He cried out again. But still no answer.

He didn't think that a subway car would be roaring along any time soon. The place was a ghost city for all he could see. More and more minutes ticked by, and then he tried again.

"Hello?! Anyone there?!"

He wondered then... when the storm came back... would it flood these tunnels?

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Re: The Merrily Happy City (Edwin) (Open)

Post by XLilli » Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:24 pm

The moment the smell of smoke touched Crissie's nose, she bolted up. She looks at the maze around her, noting the skull. She looks down at her wounds and winces. She grabs her watch and puts it on. She looks at the papers and memorizes them before running off. "Owowowowow" she mutters.

A shadow hides, watching. Their eyes flicker and they vanish into the dark, leaving nothing.

Crissie looks around her, "Who's there!" she shouts, "I'm not afraid of you!" She trembles, obviously afraid. Her tail droops and she runs on, panting. She chirps slightly in fear. She cautiously continues, careful to not trip. She looks at the burning wreck, gasping. She looks over at Grif and nods, smiling a forced smile. "I'll look inside!" she shouts, running inside.

A silted pair of eyes watch from a distance. Claws tap against stone. "Hmm..."

Crissie chokes on the smoke. Her feather ruffle from the heat. She looks around for someone, ears swiveling. Her eyes water and she runs back out, coughing. She gives a thumbs-up, "I'm ok!" she semi-shouts. Her tail is a bit darker from the flame, her nightgown a bit torn.
Look past the things you think you see. Move your head just a touch to the left- a glance in a world of perspectives- and then, you might see it: An entire universe in the corner of your eye.
Dana Cardinal.
You're - You are, your - belonging to you, youre - is not a word, yore - I dunnow
We become what we Behold:
We shape our tools, and then our tools shape us.
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Re: The Merrily Happy City (Edwin) (Open)

Post by RabidFox » Fri Oct 20, 2017 12:04 pm

The tunnel was so dark and empty. Mortimer had to be careful not to trip on the rails. The only light he had were the signs that hung from the ceiling above, and they did not really illuminate anything. He wasn't sure if he was going in the right direction until he heard loud shouting. Again, it was the voice of a woman.

The fox tried to make the correct turns, yet he still felt like he wasn't going anywhere at all. And what if there was no light there either? What would he do? How would he get out of these tunnels? Mortimer already felt like he had made the wrong decision. A very, very wrong decision. It would be awful if he got caught in these tunnels and it would be even worse if—

Splash!

His foot landed in water.

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Re: The Merrily Happy City (Edwin) (Open)

Post by weasel » Fri Oct 20, 2017 6:52 pm

Squinting through the darkness, Dennis stared at the placard. It seemed oddly familiar... Not just because it was a metaphor which described his current situation... No, he had seen it before. Though, he could not recall where.

The dingo took a deep breath and looked around. The lights of the subway car were dead, as though it had been abandoned for years. The carriage was not moving. The only sound he could hear was that of his own heartbeat, drumming steadily in the dark.

Where am I?
What is this place?


He rose from his seat and looked around. There was nobody else. He was alone. The silence was deafening.

Dennis's green eyes shifted downward, looking over his own body. He was wearing the same clothing as before; a pair of tight blue jeans and a plain, white t-shirt. But it wasn't the same... His shirt was no longer tattered and stained, his jeans no longer frayed, faded, and worn. Instead his outfit looked brand new, clean and perfectly tailored. His fur, freshly washed and groomed to perfection.

The dingo's hands dove into his pockets and fumbled around, feeling out what was there. A pen, a lighter, a half-full cigarette pack... His wallet and phone were gone. Out of instinct he dug further, checking for his drugs, his syringe, or the switchblade he often carried... None of it was there.

Where am I?

Dennis looked around once more. Squinting through the darkness, he caught sight of a door, jammed halfway ajar. He pulled the lighter from his pocket and struck it, the resulting flame casting a dim glow through the train carriage. He stepped toward the door slowly, pushed it the rest of the way open, and then dropped down onto the darkened floor of the tunnel, landing in an inch of water upon the tunnel's floor. The sound of the splash echoed off of the walls.

Where am I?

Is this Hell?
Kings get assassinated. Castles all crumble. Forever lives the legend of a poet who was humble.

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