Inner Mind

[Erlind]

I watch her carefully as she slips over next to me. A lot of the nervousness that had been there at first were gone today. It made it much easy to notice the smooth movements of her body as she moves over and sits down beside me.

"Not good, not bad. There are definitely worse things, but then there always are."

 

[choklatekoneko]

She smiled sweetly as she played with her hair, sitting indian style. She nodded at his words, looking around.

"I definitely understand that. Definitely how my day went."

 

[Erlind]

I collapse into the pile of blankets by the fire. My arm shoots up and flips off the world.

 

[Erlind]

I burst forth from a distinct lack of existence, all a whirl of man, shadow, and for some reason, blades. A pair of ornate silver daggers with rubies in the hilt. My brown coat that I always seem to wear here open some as I hit the ground, ending my whirl of movement, and a grenade is shown for a moment hung from my belt. There is no good reason to know so much about it, but I do. A slightly ridiculous hip holster holds my possibly fictitious short barreled shotgun.

Once I finally settle, crouched on the floor, I vault back and hit the wall one hand gripping an old wall light fixture, supporting me. I laugh and blow at the electric light and all of the lights douse, then the fire as well. A slightly smokey smell pervades the black and movement can be heard.

No light.

From above a chesire cat smile can suddenly be seen before it vanishes for a moment. Outside is nothing but darkness as well however blue flames light the path through my maze that leads to my little home. Several of these little flames curl around a new sign.

"Welcome," is all it says as the eldritch fires lick at the wood. Fun fun. Good bad mood.

 

[Erlind]

Passes out.

 

[Erlind]

Last time I was here I was in a strange mood indeed. Destructive.

Light flickers back to the room at the center of the maze. I kindle the fire using the still living coals buried beneath ash. Wood is added little by little until the source of warmth for this place is returned to the way it should be. Strong and warm.

Better lit I see the place is in disarray and I slowly work to rectify that as well. Furniture is moved back into place and dust is banished. Strange brass mechanisms are put back where strange brass mechanisms belong. I find the grenade under a pillow and decide a safer place would be the safe behind the bookshelf. White phosphorus is a nasty thing and if I'm in another strange/bad mood I wouldn't want to decide to set it off.

13-42-27

Locked away as it should be. There are a lot of things that should be locked away, but despite their size this is the only one that can be so easily.

My world put back in a degree of order I lay back in a big maroon recliner with a steaming cup of spiced orange tea. It is a good night.

 

[Erlind]

I sit at the base of one of several book shelves intently looking for nothing in particular. I crack open a can of Coke so cold you can see the cool air pouring off it in little wisps. I drink.

I look over glossy if cracked spines of old paperbacks and the sterner covers of old hard covers. Its not a collection, because that to me at least implies order and direction. Its more like I just put a pile of books I've found over the years onto the shelves and called them mine.

I look.

 

[Erlind]

Sunlight peers through the window as I look up. I get up and investigate, but before I arrive the natural light has faded and I only see the ever present storm outside. Strange.

I stretch and groan a little. Yesterday actually has me a little sore and I am glad for it. Perhaps I need to get out and do that a little more. I sit back in a recliner a little away from the fire today and stretch back. I pull a book into my lap and my hand reaches down to find a cold glass of water.

A good day.

 

[Erlind]

The Docks at the Edge of Forever

Eternal twilight is an interesting thing in the middle of the night. Despite the dull quality of the light it almost seems too bright so I close my eyes. I hear the water crashing rhythmically just beneath me. As time passes I can tell that each crash of grey water is retreating. The tide is going out.

Last time I was here it was out of some terrible mood I did not wish to draw myself out of, but today I only wanted to hear the waves. I lay on my back out on the docks. Cement warmed by the sun and cooled by the water. As I open my eyes I can see just barely up in the distant sky a shadow of the moon. How many have claimed the mystique of that thing as their sign. How many moons, angels, and wolves have I met? They aren't the same by any means, each having uniques twists and curves that make them who they are and no one else. Still. Why do things such as these draw us so?

The tide goes out and the world changes as is inevitable. Nothing is wrong with that. I don't change with it very well though. Its why this beach never changes, stays in perpetual calm and quiet. Dead.

Then how is there a tide? Perhaps I am not as dead as I like to think.

 

[zydrate]

Nightly Visitor....

It's been a long time since we had seen each other and an even longer time since we wrote together... I smile to myself as my eyes gaze at the surroundings... A moment of shyness passes over me and it makes me want to turn around and head back out, but that would be terribly rude of me.....

 

[Erlind]

I hear someone above the surge of water. Something about this strange place always seems to attract a visitor. I'm not sure why, but I suppose its best not to look a gift horse ... something something.

I roll over and there is Zy. Its been a while since I'd seen her and honestly didn't think I'd see her again, not like this anyway. Muscles that have been at rest too long cause it to take much more effort than it should to get to my feet. I walk across the beach to her. She looks hesitant, almost shy. Strange for her.

"Miss Zy. I didn't know I deserved to have someone like you grace this desolate little beach." I give a warm smile to greet her and make this place seem perhaps a little friendlier.

 

[zydrate]

I shrug and grin, "Yeah?" is the only response I can manage at the moment before giggling like a dork, "seeing as where I live now, I'm getting used to beaches.... Especially with sharks around!" I over dramatized the last post I don't care, it's just me being me! Of course, he knows that.... Or does he not?

"So, anyway....how are you doing sir? "

 

[Erlind]

"Can't complain too much. Had a couple days off which I managed to successfully completely waste. I go back to work in the morning and I would be sleeping, but I screwed that up over the last couple days. Was thinking about people coming and going and coming back here at Lit. Life isn't bad overall."

Hands go into jacket pockets and I feel like I should be doing something different, but I've been getting that feeling a lot lately, so I ignore it.

"How's life been treating you?"

 

[zydrate]

I nod at his words, which I can completely relate to, after all, common ground is what we can relate to...

"Ohh, well, life is good for me too, day to day things so I can't complain really, I mean it's not like I whine about raising a child alone or think that every comment made on this site is about me..."

Taking a seat in the sand, I look out on the shore as a comfortable moment of silence passes between us, only the sounds of the waves deafening our ears...

Patting the spot beside me, I look up and smile at him, "Please, seat back down, you looked so comfy earlier that I hated to intrude..."

 

[Erlind]

I already put this in the srp wanted ads, but I thought I'd toss it up here as well. Maybe I'll refine my ideas here over the next couple of days.

* * *

I've been thinking about doing a Shadowrun based thread. I'm not looking to do anything that strictly adheres to the rules or anything, not at all. Knowledge of the game is a plus, but not necessary.

If you aren't familiar with it here is a basic rundown of Shadowrun. The setting is a dystopian near future heavily rooted in cyberpunk mixed with magic. Shadowrunners get paid under the table by corporations, government agencies, and anyone else with money to do work that nobody else wants to dirty their hands with. The wikipedia page does a very good job of summarizing some of the unique aspects of the setting.

I was thinking at least one of us should be new to Shadowrunning. Either trying to escape a life of mediocrity with the few skills they have or an expert in their field trying to escape their past and Shadowrunning seems like the only way they can make decent money while remaining hidden.

I have a few ideas bouncing around, but really I just figured I'd throw this out there and see who was interested.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

the scent of sandalwood, of vanilla and musk.

sounds of heeled boots clicking, clicking...

a presence not seen but felt...

and then gone.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She knocks, trying a different approach this time. She smoothed out the black shorts, the strapless top she had on. It contrasted against her dark skin. The heels clicked and she waited. In her hand was a box.

 

[Erlind]

The door is answered and I find a familiar visitor come back to my little corner of the world. I smile as my eyes wander over her. The clear curves of a woman don't hide a hidden feline nature from me.

"Come on in, Neko. Its good to see you. I won't be awake long, but you are more than welcome while I am."

 

[choklatekoneko]

She smiled at him, seeing his eyes roam and not minding. She walked in, her heels clicking against the floor. She held the box in her hand, blushing a bit.

"I...bought you something." She said softly. "I hope you don't mind."

 

[Erlind]

"Something for me?" I speak as if the concept is completely foreign to me.

I sit down on some big pillows in front of a low table. I eagerly turn to look back at her. "You didn't have to do this, but since you did ... show me what it is."

 

[choklatekoneko]

She smiled sweetly at him. She followed him, watching him sit.

She sat the box down on the table, and pushed it towards him.

"It's....a journal. I thought you might want something to write in."

 

[Erlind]

She's gone now. I fell asleep on her. I feel like a bit of an ass.

I pull the journal over to me and flip through the blank pages. Its a nice gift, probably nicer than I deserve sometimes. I flip back to the first page and produce a nice black and gold pen and words start to flow onto the page. The fire crackles somewhere behind me and I write.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She wanders, after awakening, alone, in the Real World. Small bare feet bring her to his place. She doubts that he is here. After all, it's late. Even so, she opens the door and wanders inside.

Maybe she will get lucky.

 

[Erlind]

I smile. I didn't expect to see her. Its either far too late or far too early for her to be here, but regardless, she is here.

"Luna!" I get up and move over to her. I think she deserves a hug, then again I always seem to think that. I wrap my arms around the woman and hold her tight for a moment. I release her and step back.

"You're up awfully early, or is this pretty normal for you?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

He is here.

I breathe in his scent as his arms envelope me in a tight hug.

"Hello E. It's awful early. Four thirty or so. I slept for 8 hours and now my body can not doze off again."

Rising up on tip toe, I press a kiss to his chin.

"How are you? Did you get some rest last night?"