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 Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 3:00 pm
"Okay, the meeting has begun." Blake said, banging is spear against my shovel. The resulting clatter put an abrupt end to all conversation around the room. Everyone shifted to face Blake, standing by the wall on one side of the room.
They were in Wilt's room, because lately, places around the Plaza were getting crouded. People had always been coming, partly because it's near where they first appear, and partly because it's where most of the people are. Noone really wants to be alone, especially here.
But there was only so much space, and it was getting more and more crowded every year, as more and more people died, and not enough moved on. Any rooms that were once empty were gaurded by impromptu 'landlords' who demanded payment to rent the room. All of the once abandoned apartment complexes were being constantly squabbled over, by traders and buyers and new arrivals and lonely people alike, all who came to live near the center of the city. Wilt was surprised his room hadn't become taken over by the relentless, trickling influx of people.
So there they were, the six of them sitting on the floor, Wilt's "bed", and even the table, much to his dismay. Blake had said he didn't even have a room, he and most of the people in attendence slept in the pub or on the streets when they were tired. His room was their only option for a meeting place. It was big enough for the six of them to comfortably sit in, but not much more than that. Wilt knew if Blake's crazy aspiration was successful, they'll all be packed in like sardines.
"Since this is out first meeting, everyone introduce yourselves. You first, Wilt." He pointed the butt of his spear at Wilt. He stood up, and said "My name is Wilt... I was fifteen when I died and I am now... around eighteen, I think. The bruises you see all over me came from being beaten and stabbed and stuff... so I'm not a monster. And I'm not a criminal these handcuffs were from my kidnapping." Wilt sat back down, on his place on the floor and leaned against the wall. Hopefully now people wont be scared of me. Over the course of his travels, he had begun to accept that this all was real, and not some delusional coma. But he wasn't about to admit that to himself. Caring just made the wait a little more bareable, he wasn't actually dead, right? He wasn't so sure anymore.
Everyone else introduced themselves. The stocky kid was Spencer wh was 25, Maddy's actual name was Madison and she was 36, and there were two others, who Blake had found on the streets. One, an adult who was a bum and Wilt thought was probably one before had he died, was twenty something years old, he didn't remember. The large, scruffy looking man said his name was Jeremy . The other one was even smaller and young-looking than Blake. The skinny, mousy kid said his name was Nico or Nick, whichever we wanted to call him. He claimed to be the brother of One-Arm Steve, a powerful weapons dealer, along with pretty much everything that can be dealt, almost as notorious as Rosa. He said he was 56.
"Good, everyone's here." Blake said, scratching something down on a strip of faded, discarded newspaper, since real paper was so hard to come by.
[Sorry It took me a while to reply I have tests all this week I need to study for. And what is this afterlife city called? I've been calling it 'the city' the entire time.]
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 11:53 am
 ♠Havoc♠Destruction♠Propaganda♠Fall of Man Kind♠ After a bit of talking to the Bio gang. They end up departing leaving Ocin standing alone down a street.
Ocin quickly turns around and begins walking toward the market place. Well now that that is over. I might as well see what people would want for these chips I still have. He taps the pocket of his coat where the chips are hidden in for safe keeping.
You don't know who would kill you for a simple bag of chips around her. Ocin grins and then soon after chuckles at the thought as we walks toward the market area.
[[It's understandable. Right now I'm recovering from internal problems. So more reason it took me a while to get back to this. XD]]
♠I♠Will♠Cause♠All♠One♠Day♠
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 3:40 pm
It turned out Nico did have some connections. Over what felt like days, Wilt, Blake, Nico, Spencer Maddy, and Jeremy set about recruiting. They flitted from room to room, corner to corner, and street to street, seeking out good friends and reliable people. They needed to be careful of who to trust, if word reached the wrong people, bad things would happen. So their congregation was growing slowly, first with the close friends of the six, than with their close friends. Nico played a large part. A noticeable amount of people began showing up at their hang-out's doorstep, claiming to be friend's of Nicos. Steve had huge influences around his territory and loved his brother, so Nico said they were fine. After threatening them with promises of Steve's wrath if they betrayed him. So in that frenzied blur of work and activity, their group began unofficially sponsored by One-Armed Steve. Due to their constant secrecy, members began referring to their group as The Whispers, and themselves as Whisperers. Wilt's apartment room quickly became cramped and uncomfortable after the twentieth person, soon everyone pitched in and bought out the room nextdoor, so Jeremy and some other big guys knocked through most of the plastor wall in between, combining the rooms into one big room. Everyone, eager to help, brought in benches and chairs and things that could be used for sitting. After the meetings, many unrolled blankets or just crashed on a bench, and slept there. Some people hardly left the room, milling around and waiting for the next meeting or asking what they coyuld do for help. Wilt soon realized that these people had nowhere else to go, and nothing else to do. The Whispers gave it's people a purpose, something to strive for. It gave them hope.
[Nothing too serious, I hope? Oh, and sorry if sometimes during the weekends I don't reply for two days, I'm gone a lot around then.]
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 5:23 pm
♠Havoc♠Destruction♠Propaganda♠Fall of Man Kind♠ As Ocin wonders through he market, he see's nothing he wants at all. Till he notices a pair of shoes a gentlemen is selling. The man looks as if he wasn't meant for this world, wearing very sophisticated clothing from Ocin's time, and no obvious signs of his death. Though more shockingly, he looks clean, to clean.
How can this man be hear and in that condition, somethings up with him, though I want those shoes. Ocin slowly confronts the man and the mans smiles wickedly toward Ocin as he looks up to the man and speaks in a tone of 'I'd kill you if I had the chance' kind of voice. "What's so special about these shoes for you to be selling them?"
The man only grins and nods his head in the sign for Ocin to pick them up. So Ocin looks back down toward the shoes and carefully lifts one of them from it's tong. The man pushes a button and instantly a blade pops out from the front sole of the shoe.
As the blade shoots out, it barely stops at Ocin's arm and pricks it. The blood slowly oozes down the blade, and Ocin's arm as well. Though through all this Ocin didn't flinch, he kinda expected it.
He then slowly places shoe back down and pulls out the two bags of chips and looks up toward the man with a face of anger, and slowly moves his hands toward him with the bags of chips. Take them or I'll kill you!
The man takes the chips from Ocin's hands and places the device in his hand. Ocin then takes the shoes and leaves the market area. I know the man is insane as me, though how is he still here from my time. I was the first one here, I would have noticed him a long time ago.
[[Yeah, I'm back, best way to come back is with a long post XD]]
♠I♠Will♠Cause♠All♠One♠Day♠
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