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Gwathagor · 01-14-2010, 10:04 PM

As fireworks showered and sparkled in the warm night air above the fairgrounds, Sandy walked down the boardwalk, looking for someone she was used to seeing there about this time of night. She made her way by the arcade, the old hangout bars, the fortune-teller. All were closed, silent.

But behind her, in the shadows, someone followed.

She passed the greasers slouching about down at the beach. Further along, she passed Hazy Davy, Killer Joe, and their crew drinking and gambling, their carefree laughs floating up to heaven. None noticed the quiet girl or the one who followed her.

Finally, Sandy came to the circus. Like the rest of the city, it was shut down for the night. But she waited there nonetheless, sitting on a park bench and watching the fireworks. He would come, she knew. She was sure. He always did - or - or had he finally left? He'd always joked about getting out, leaving the city for the green hills to the west. She stood up in anxiety. Had he finally gone?

She noticed someone coming towards her through the long moon-shadows.

"Is that you?" she half-whispered, half-called.

Then she noticed the gun in the person's hand and she fled in terror. Back into the beating heart of the city.

Footsteps clattered behind her as she flew in silent terror down an alley and out into an empty intersection. She stopped, spun about, looking up and down each street. Which way? Was she still being followed?

The figure emerged from the shadows again and stood on the street corner, just outside the light of the street-lamps. The figure took a step forward. Sandy took a step back, her eyes on the gun, which the figure slowly raised.

At that moment, there was a loud growl of engines, one, then another, then many in chorus, and down off the hill came a gang of motorcycles making their nightly rounds. They tore through the intersection, shattering the silent tension which connected Sandy and her pursuer. And then they were all gone, flying down the road. All but one. Between Sandy and the figure in the shadows, a biker sat, his iron steed idling. He extended a hand to Sandy, who hesitated, then took it and climbed aboard. Then they were gone into the night, the sound of the motorcycle all but a memory.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ314hldal4

[Remember: the personal pronouns I've used are for ease of narration only. They do not denote whether the player is actually male or female.]

***
No one died. Day 2 has begun.

The Living
Johnny 99 - Nogrod
City Dude - Inziladun
Gypsy Biker - Shasta
Bad Scooter - Isabellkya
Mary - Rikae
Crazy Janey - Alonariel
Boardwalk Sandy - Sally
Rosalita - Loslote
Jersey Girl - Wilwarin
Wendy - Lariren

The Dead
Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter)
Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent

01-14-2010, 10:04 PM	#96
Gwathagor Shade with a Blade Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: A Rainy Night In Soho Posts: 2,512	As fireworks showered and sparkled in the warm night air above the fairgrounds, Sandy walked down the boardwalk, looking for someone she was used to seeing there about this time of night. She made her way by the arcade, the old hangout bars, the fortune-teller. All were closed, silent. But behind her, in the shadows, someone followed. She passed the greasers slouching about down at the beach. Further along, she passed Hazy Davy, Killer Joe, and their crew drinking and gambling, their carefree laughs floating up to heaven. None noticed the quiet girl or the one who followed her. Finally, Sandy came to the circus. Like the rest of the city, it was shut down for the night. But she waited there nonetheless, sitting on a park bench and watching the fireworks. He would come, she knew. She was sure. He always did - or - or had he finally left? He'd always joked about getting out, leaving the city for the green hills to the west. She stood up in anxiety. Had he finally gone? She noticed someone coming towards her through the long moon-shadows. "Is that you?" she half-whispered, half-called. Then she noticed the gun in the person's hand and she fled in terror. Back into the beating heart of the city. Footsteps clattered behind her as she flew in silent terror down an alley and out into an empty intersection. She stopped, spun about, looking up and down each street. Which way? Was she still being followed? The figure emerged from the shadows again and stood on the street corner, just outside the light of the street-lamps. The figure took a step forward. Sandy took a step back, her eyes on the gun, which the figure slowly raised. At that moment, there was a loud growl of engines, one, then another, then many in chorus, and down off the hill came a gang of motorcycles making their nightly rounds. They tore through the intersection, shattering the silent tension which connected Sandy and her pursuer. And then they were all gone, flying down the road. All but one. Between Sandy and the figure in the shadows, a biker sat, his iron steed idling. He extended a hand to Sandy, who hesitated, then took it and climbed aboard. Then they were gone into the night, the sound of the motorcycle all but a memory. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KZ314hldal4 [Remember: the personal pronouns I've used are for ease of narration only. They do not denote whether the player is actually male or female.] *** No one died. Day 2 has begun. The Living Johnny 99 - Nogrod City Dude - Inziladun Gypsy Biker - Shasta Bad Scooter - Isabellkya Mary - Rikae Crazy Janey - Alonariel Boardwalk Sandy - Sally Rosalita - Loslote Jersey Girl - Wilwarin Wendy - Lariren The Dead Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter) Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent __________________ Stories and songs.