WWLXXI: Something in the Night - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Gwathagor · 01-09-2010, 10:40 PM

Night washed over the city like a sheet of oil across the street. Doors shut, bedroom lights went out, streetlights turned on. In the distance, a train whistle whined mournfully, then faded away. All was still, silent. Then, shadows. Shadows of young people, slipping through doorways, through the window, in and out of the streetlights, down the alleyways, down the streets. Through the hollow bones of the city they moved, like ghosts, like spirits waiting to be born.

A car engine roared, headlights flicked on. As if in answer, engines awoke all over the city, cars and motorcycles, each one a different voice, each one a holy escape. They were all there, the night children, the street people. Killer Joe, the Rat, the Barefoot Girl, the Circus Boy, Sonny, Hazy Davy, Kitty, the Ragamuffin Gunner, and many, many more besides. All of them searching, hoping, reaching out into a night full of promise and potential. A night for dreaming.

And off into this night they sped, out into the darkness on the edge of town, two by two, each pair searching for there something they alone would recognize. Hope. Life. Love. Solitude.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyB-L...eature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGU0z1DGO8E

And yet...all was not well. There were some that saw this dream and did not understand it. Some who hated it. Some who rode alongside their companions, silently plotting how they might strike down this dream while it was yet being born. But, they said nothing and their dark wishes, their anger and ill-will, were as yet nothing more than something in the night.

***
Wolves and lovers, PM. Seer, send a dream pick.

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

The Dead
Nobody yet.

Gwathagor · 01-10-2010, 11:04 PM

The hot sun of late July rose quickly into the morning sky. It was early, and already the heat-waves were rippling across the black pavement downtown, creating mirages at the end of every street. Neon signs flashed on. Blinds went up. A garage door opened with a bang.

Still tired from the night before, young people began to appear on the streets among the growing crowds. Some clocked in for work. Some danced along the boardwalk, past the circus, past the arcades. Some ducked the cops. Some hid out in cool alleys, waiting for the moon to rise again, when they would meet their friends and lovers in secret rendezvous.

The noises rose to a steady hum: the twinkling music of the merry-go-round, the blaring car horns, the shouts of busy people, a clamor that would continue until the darkness came again. To some, the sound of so many and so much was music to thrive upon. To others, it was strangling and oppressive. To all, it was the sound of the city.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ts3jHqupTxI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAvolRT3sX4

The Day had begun.

***
Post away, everybody.

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

The Dead
Nobody yet.

alonariel · 01-10-2010, 11:53 PM

Janey found herself humming the melody of a tune she couldn’t ever remember hearing before. But this was how things went the morning after - you’d remember things you’d never known before and forget things you’d known your entire life. She was sure the partying had something to do with it, toying with her memory like it was silly putty in the hands of a toddler. She didn’t mind it all that much - her mission man would find her before dusk and then she’d be breathing colors, sighing music again.

Until then...she needed something to pass away the daylight hours. The town was slowly waking up, wheezing it’s way to life after the spectacles of the night before. She wound her way past dark alleys - old familiar friends - towards the tinkering, innocent sounds of a merry-go-round a few blocks ahead. She spotted Wendy, another old friend - a kind one, at that - and waved to the girl.

“You survive the night unscathed, hun?” Janey asked her, pausing at a crosswalk to let a slew of early morning commuters fly past her. The cold wind whipped her more awake than the pain of the hangover from the night before.

“Don’t believe I did...” Janey laughed to herself.

Glirdan · 01-11-2010, 12:01 AM

Billy awoke on the bench in the park...nothing out of the ordinary there...although he would have much preferred to have slept in his car, but who knows where it was parked this time.

Billy sat up and stretched, feeling the bones in his spine crack, which would have felt wonderful any other day had he not been up all night. He slowly stood up, trying to gain his bearings but noticed that his vision was still cloudy....A sign that he was still drunk.

This was going to be an interesting Day.

Loslote · 01-11-2010, 12:53 AM

*shrugs* I really have no Bruce Springsteen knowledge, so IC posting is gonna be slim for me. The best I can do is this, which kinda fits the music theme, though by a different original singer:

This One's For the Wolves

This one's for everyone who's playing werewolf
This game can be so rough, can be so mean
Hold onto, on to your Innocence
Stand your ground when everyone's bandwagoning

This one's for the game

This is for all you wolves in Gwathagor's game
In a little wolf-pack, just trying to get by
Living on, on dreams and Night kills
Wondering where this game is gonna go

This one's for the wolves
Who've ever had a packmate killed
Who've died because a Seer dreamed
We'll lynch you everytime
This one's for the wolves
Who lie without holding back
Who hunt with everything they have
All throughout the game
This one's for the wolves

This is for all you ordos without a role
Throwing votes against suspected wolves
Every bad, bad vote that you make
Makes you seem a wolf yourself

This one's for the wolves
Who've ever had a packmate killed
Who've died because a Seer dreamed
We'll lynch you every time
This one's for the wolves
Who lie without holding back
Who hunt with everything they have
All throughout the game
This one's for the wolves

Yeah, there's also Gifteds (and lovers)
From Seer to Hunter

This one's for the wolves
Who've ever had a packmate killed
Who've died because a Seer dreamed
We'll lynch you everytime
This one's for the wolves
Who lie without holding back
Who hunt with everything they have
All throughout the game
This one's for the wolves
Yeah, this one's for the wolves

Isabellkya · 01-11-2010, 01:46 AM

Bad Scooter's only knowledge of this material is self, and performing The River in sign language in the third grade..

Are you trying to say you are a wolf, Loslote? xD

Morsul the Dark · 01-11-2010, 08:13 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Glirdan

This was going to be an interesting Day.

Billy was wrong

Have to go soon won't be back until Much later...

Inziladun · 01-11-2010, 08:50 AM

Now Cat knows his Kitty's been untrue
And that she left him for a city dude
But she's so soft, she's so blue
When he looks into her eyes
He just sits back and sighs
Ooh, what can I do, ooh, what can I do?

Poetry, innit?

Not much going on yet, to say the least.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Morsul the Dark

I'd suspect me too if I'd posted a bunch of songs... If history tells us anything it's verse writers tend towards evil or lovers... hmmm

Well, I don't know about all of that, but I think it's safe to say Lottie is indeed a Lover. What do you mean about 'suspecting you if you'd posted songs'? You don't like Lottie's song?

Morsul the Dark · 01-11-2010, 07:51 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Gwathagor

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

Firstly I'll say I know absolutely Nothing about Bruce Springstein's music... or music in general, I listen to Stand Up comedy or Talk Radio. So stand in amazement that know Who Bruce is at all.

Seondly These are the people playing and what I expect to see from them.

Nogrod: Like me is criticized for his Logic which can o sideways and backways longways and any other way. It makes sense to him no one else though, like me.

Inzil: Tends to be fairly quiet and calculating a trait always exhibited by him though so his style escapes attention Or attracts it depending on the People's collective mood.

Morsul: to pull an old quote from Lottie, I'm "generally confused and confusing" once again as with Nogrod I understand my logic. I'm also prone to when short on time taking on the opinions of others, a trait taken advantage of last game.

Shasta: Generally Quiet... has strange voting habits... but usually time constrained.

Wilwa: tough call only played two games first the Mac game which consisted of many false reveals, so not Ideal for observing styles the other she couldn't do much.

Sally: Random... and active, yet not active. Frankly If I knew her in person she fit in with my friends excellently... however it tends to make her suspicious in WW...

Everyone else I just haven't played with you enough or just failed to glean any sort of playing style:

Isabellkya
Glirdan
Rikae
Alonariel
Loslote
Lariren

This list is not a guilty/not guilty list merely what I'm expecting to see...

Nogrod · 01-11-2010, 09:08 AM

Johnny 99 woke up from the backseat of his car only to realise his girl had slipped away to the awakening hush and buzz of the street. He was parked in front of the Tip Top club - and it was hot inside the car. He thought there was something he should remember, but he didn't.

His tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth and the bells tolling inside his head freaked him out. There had to be something to drink... he grasped the leg-room of the backseat only to hit at the barrell of a shotgun. Touching the cold metal brought dizzy images from the last night... Oh no... He started remembering things.

They had oozed 'n boozed around. There was some shooting somewhere and somethin' about cops. He remembered driving the street wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top. Uh oh... How on earth could he pay for the mortgages? He was in a big mess for all he knew.

Slowly getting up he reached for the frontseats to find anything to drink. There were two bottles, gin and wine! Warmed in the morning sun. Pretty no... well maybe just a shot to wake up the engines...

With the boost from Tangueray he managed to get out of his car to look at the streets afresh. There was still something he had to remember, he was sure there was something.

Walkin down the Tenth Avenue looking for a suitable grocery to lift a can of cold beer he started remembering bits and pieces. There had been talk of people, other than judge Brown or auto manufactory-owners who moved their plants to China, who wanted to crush dreams and lives. There was a rumour of evil on them, chasing them from inside in the night.

He stole away with a pack of beer from Moes' running fast enough for old Frederick. Sitting finally to the bench at Southside Park and opening the first can he finally started thinking more clearly.

His first clear thought was: where is everyone? He had seen City Dude and Johnny the Saint talking about poetry in the corner of Tenth and the Park, but that was little. Where is my girl?

His second clear thought was: OMG, I'm gonna have to get that shotgun. We might need it toDay. There was sudden tremble that shook his body. Hangover and fear of the unknown aren't a nice combination... not a night but "a day of the lizards" was taking hold of him. He shook his head and opened a second can of beer.

That lead to his third clear thought: We'll need to gather together, now under daylight and general fuzz. And if no one looks like guilty enough, we'll hunt the creeps who try to sneak in the shadows as one darn searchin'party this city ain't seen since the witch hunts...

This led to his fourth clear thought: Where is my girl? Which was actually just a repetition.

From somewhere he could hear Rosalita singing. Emptying the third can he took a nap, sliding slowly into deep sleep on the bench with the melody Rosalita had sang repeating and repeating itself in his mind...

01-09-2010, 10:40 PM	#1
Gwathagor Shade with a Blade Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: A Rainy Night In Soho Posts: 2,512	WWLXXI: Something in the Night Night washed over the city like a sheet of oil across the street. Doors shut, bedroom lights went out, streetlights turned on. In the distance, a train whistle whined mournfully, then faded away. All was still, silent. Then, shadows. Shadows of young people, slipping through doorways, through the window, in and out of the streetlights, down the alleyways, down the streets. Through the hollow bones of the city they moved, like ghosts, like spirits waiting to be born. A car engine roared, headlights flicked on. As if in answer, engines awoke all over the city, cars and motorcycles, each one a different voice, each one a holy escape. They were all there, the night children, the street people. Killer Joe, the Rat, the Barefoot Girl, the Circus Boy, Sonny, Hazy Davy, Kitty, the Ragamuffin Gunner, and many, many more besides. All of them searching, hoping, reaching out into a night full of promise and potential. A night for dreaming. And off into this night they sped, out into the darkness on the edge of town, two by two, each pair searching for there something they alone would recognize. Hope. Life. Love. Solitude. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyB-L...eature=related http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGU0z1DGO8E And yet...all was not well. There were some that saw this dream and did not understand it. Some who hated it. Some who rode alongside their companions, silently plotting how they might strike down this dream while it was yet being born. But, they said nothing and their dark wishes, their anger and ill-will, were as yet nothing more than something in the night. *** Wolves and lovers, PM. Seer, send a dream pick. The Living Johnny 99 - Nogrod City Dude - Inziladun Jimmy the Saint - Morsul Gypsy Biker - Shasta Bad Scooter - Isabellkya Wild Billy - Glirdan Mary - Rikae Crazy Janey - Alonariel Boardwalk Sandy - Sally Rosalita - Loslote Jersey Girl - Wilwarin Wendy - Lariren The Dead Nobody yet. __________________ Stories and songs. Last edited by Gwathagor; 01-09-2010 at 10:49 PM.

01-10-2010, 11:04 PM	#2
Gwathagor Shade with a Blade Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: A Rainy Night In Soho Posts: 2,512	The hot sun of late July rose quickly into the morning sky. It was early, and already the heat-waves were rippling across the black pavement downtown, creating mirages at the end of every street. Neon signs flashed on. Blinds went up. A garage door opened with a bang. Still tired from the night before, young people began to appear on the streets among the growing crowds. Some clocked in for work. Some danced along the boardwalk, past the circus, past the arcades. Some ducked the cops. Some hid out in cool alleys, waiting for the moon to rise again, when they would meet their friends and lovers in secret rendezvous. The noises rose to a steady hum: the twinkling music of the merry-go-round, the blaring car horns, the shouts of busy people, a clamor that would continue until the darkness came again. To some, the sound of so many and so much was music to thrive upon. To others, it was strangling and oppressive. To all, it was the sound of the city. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ts3jHqupTxI http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAvolRT3sX4 The Day had begun. *** Post away, everybody. The Living Johnny 99 - Nogrod City Dude - Inziladun Jimmy the Saint - Morsul Gypsy Biker - Shasta Bad Scooter - Isabellkya Wild Billy - Glirdan Mary - Rikae Crazy Janey - Alonariel Boardwalk Sandy - Sally Rosalita - Loslote Jersey Girl - Wilwarin Wendy - Lariren The Dead Nobody yet. __________________ Stories and songs.

01-10-2010, 11:53 PM	#3
alonariel Wight Join Date: Feb 2009 Location: Boston has my heart Posts: 238	Janey found herself humming the melody of a tune she couldn’t ever remember hearing before. But this was how things went the morning after - you’d remember things you’d never known before and forget things you’d known your entire life. She was sure the partying had something to do with it, toying with her memory like it was silly putty in the hands of a toddler. She didn’t mind it all that much - her mission man would find her before dusk and then she’d be breathing colors, sighing music again. Until then...she needed something to pass away the daylight hours. The town was slowly waking up, wheezing it’s way to life after the spectacles of the night before. She wound her way past dark alleys - old familiar friends - towards the tinkering, innocent sounds of a merry-go-round a few blocks ahead. She spotted Wendy, another old friend - a kind one, at that - and waved to the girl. “You survive the night unscathed, hun?” Janey asked her, pausing at a crosswalk to let a slew of early morning commuters fly past her. The cold wind whipped her more awake than the pain of the hangover from the night before. “Don’t believe I did...” Janey laughed to herself. __________________ "Puddle! Puddle! Oh, snow! Future puddle!"

01-11-2010, 12:01 AM	#4
Glirdan Energetic Essence Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Where Lark Nor Eagle Ever Flew Posts: 3,285	Billy awoke on the bench in the park...nothing out of the ordinary there...although he would have much preferred to have slept in his car, but who knows where it was parked this time. Billy sat up and stretched, feeling the bones in his spine crack, which would have felt wonderful any other day had he not been up all night. He slowly stood up, trying to gain his bearings but noticed that his vision was still cloudy....A sign that he was still drunk. This was going to be an interesting Day. __________________ *I'm going to buy you a kitty, I'm going to let you fall in love with the kitty, and one cold, winter night, I'm going to steal into your house and punch you in the face!* Fenris Wolf

01-11-2010, 12:53 AM	#5
Loslote The Werewolf's Companion Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: The Moon Posts: 3,021	shrugs I really have no Bruce Springsteen knowledge, so IC posting is gonna be slim for me. The best I can do is this, which kinda fits the music theme, though by a different original singer: This One's For the Wolves This one's for everyone who's playing werewolf This game can be so rough, can be so mean Hold onto, on to your Innocence Stand your ground when everyone's bandwagoning This one's for the game This is for all you wolves in Gwathagor's game In a little wolf-pack, just trying to get by Living on, on dreams and Night kills Wondering where this game is gonna go This one's for the wolves Who've ever had a packmate killed Who've died because a Seer dreamed We'll lynch you everytime This one's for the wolves Who lie without holding back Who hunt with everything they have All throughout the game This one's for the wolves This is for all you ordos without a role Throwing votes against suspected wolves Every bad, bad vote that you make Makes you seem a wolf yourself This one's for the wolves Who've ever had a packmate killed Who've died because a Seer dreamed We'll lynch you every time This one's for the wolves Who lie without holding back Who hunt with everything they have All throughout the game This one's for the wolves Yeah, there's also Gifteds (and lovers) From Seer to Hunter This one's for the wolves Who've ever had a packmate killed Who've died because a Seer dreamed We'll lynch you everytime This one's for the wolves Who lie without holding back Who hunt with everything they have All throughout the game This one's for the wolves Yeah, this one's for the wolves __________________ I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Double Fenris

01-11-2010, 01:46 AM	#6
Isabellkya Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Amongst trees. Posts: 919	Bad Scooter's only knowledge of this material is self, and performing The River in sign language in the third grade.. Are you trying to say you are a wolf, Loslote? xD __________________ But I was clinging to her like a homicidal monkey.

01-11-2010, 09:08 AM	#10
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	Johnny 99 woke up from the backseat of his car only to realise his girl had slipped away to the awakening hush and buzz of the street. He was parked in front of the Tip Top club - and it was hot inside the car. He thought there was something he should remember, but he didn't. His tongue felt like sandpaper in his mouth and the bells tolling inside his head freaked him out. There had to be something to drink... he grasped the leg-room of the backseat only to hit at the barrell of a shotgun. Touching the cold metal brought dizzy images from the last night... Oh no... He started remembering things. They had oozed 'n boozed around. There was some shooting somewhere and somethin' about cops. He remembered driving the street wavin' his gun around and threatenin' to blow his top. Uh oh... How on earth could he pay for the mortgages? He was in a big mess for all he knew. Slowly getting up he reached for the frontseats to find anything to drink. There were two bottles, gin and wine! Warmed in the morning sun. Pretty no... well maybe just a shot to wake up the engines... With the boost from Tangueray he managed to get out of his car to look at the streets afresh. There was still something he had to remember, he was sure there was something. Walkin down the Tenth Avenue looking for a suitable grocery to lift a can of cold beer he started remembering bits and pieces. There had been talk of people, other than judge Brown or auto manufactory-owners who moved their plants to China, who wanted to crush dreams and lives. There was a rumour of evil on them, chasing them from inside in the night. He stole away with a pack of beer from Moes' running fast enough for old Frederick. Sitting finally to the bench at Southside Park and opening the first can he finally started thinking more clearly. His first clear thought was: where is everyone? He had seen City Dude and Johnny the Saint talking about poetry in the corner of Tenth and the Park, but that was little. Where is my girl? His second clear thought was: OMG, I'm gonna have to get that shotgun. We might need it toDay. There was sudden tremble that shook his body. Hangover and fear of the unknown aren't a nice combination... not a night but "a day of the lizards" was taking hold of him. He shook his head and opened a second can of beer. That lead to his third clear thought: We'll need to gather together, now under daylight and general fuzz. And if no one looks like guilty enough, we'll hunt the creeps who try to sneak in the shadows as one darn searchin'party this city ain't seen since the witch hunts... This led to his fourth clear thought: Where is my girl? Which was actually just a repetition. From somewhere he could hear Rosalita singing. Emptying the third can he took a nap, sliding slowly into deep sleep on the bench with the melody Rosalita had sang repeating and repeating itself in his mind... __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...