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Post by Tom on Mar 10, 2014 21:08:31 GMT -5

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Work, sleep, tinker; work, sleep, tinker. That's how all of his nights went. Life sucked in District 3, there was nothing he wanted to do that excites him. Most people wouldn't hire him because he is trashy and basically has nothing. The orphanage was the only place that allowed him to work there. After he would get paid, he'd sleep until the next day and then go to the town square scavenging parts to put to use in his electronics. Watches, clocks, and many other knick knacks are what he played with. It was a hobby of the sorts, but sometimes, sometimes there's troubles. Guys much older than him would attack him for what little money he had because he was poor and defenseless.

Today was one of those days with the troubles. they already took his money, but they were especially angry with him. Last time, he tricked them into falling into a trap Jasper set. Jasper would say that it was very shocking to them. His feet were already moving and that surprised him. He never ran away, he always stood his ground. The guys caught up to him pretty swiftly and then the punches were flying. A dodge here and then two punches connected. Jasper fell down and the world went black.

As Jasper was awakening, someone's stood above him. His first reaction was to cower, but soon enough he noticed the person wasn't harming him. He still cowered in fear of it being a trick. The bruises were already prominent on his face. They throbbed in pain as Jasper spoke to the stranger fearfully, "Please don't hurt me." Jasper slowly opened his eyes to see the other person hesitantly staring at him like he was crazy. Maybe he was? Jasper could never tell the difference between insane or genius. Jasper was in for a strange day.

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.:Battle Scars:. {Briar, Ella, Pogue, Nyte, and Puppy} Mar 10, 2014 21:20:20 GMT -5

Post by Ella on Mar 10, 2014 21:20:20 GMT -5

D i c e F e r
"Quote here."

I

stroll through the lonely streets of the District, looking every which way. Maybe.. just maybe... something exciting will happen. Like... oh, I don't know. Somebody'll fall off the stairs? Somebody'll want to play a game with me? Because hey, a small board game, one of the smallest, sits in my pocket just in case I see somebody I know. Somebody to play with. Other then Sul, because I always play with Sul. Only one. Ever.

A voice speaks, though I can't hear exactly what he's saying. My pale head with a mess of brown sitting on top spins around a little, spotting some wierdo- much bigger then me- being some weak idiot. And begging for mercy. Or at least, that's what it seems like to me. Then again, I'm not good at that stuff.

Ah well. My short legs walk towards him, careful not to make myself seen, The little pieces inside my pocket rattle, making a little sound, Anybody with ears could hear that. My tan hand reaches into the pocket and takes some pieces out one by one as I kneel down, still watching them like the stalker I am.

Stalkers are beautiful, and I'm beautiful. Stalkers stalk, and I stalk. Therefore, I'm a stalker stalking whoever this person is.

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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 21:37:34 GMT -5

damien stine

where's the light in your deep, dark room? a shock of white can save you from the shadows.

where's the light behind the moon? out of reach, until the light is shattered.

W

inter has been fading away over the past few weeks. The sun is banishing the cold winds, bringing life and bright colors to the world. Most people enjoy laying on the lush grass, soaking up the sun into their pores, but not me. Winter, spring, and summer, I stay indoors with my crazy family that plays with human puppets. I couldn't care less about the whether.

I walk on the street with my hands in my pockets. I'm heading home to my family of psychopaths (don't get me wrong, I am a psycho, too). A stranger cowers on the street. They say, "Please don't hurt me." I shudder. Do they know my secret? Do they know what goes on behind the doors of the Stine house? No, they couldn't, I assure myself.

I stare at him like he's crazier than my family, like someone who just escaped from a mental hospital. Purple and blue bruises have bloomed on his face. He's not talking about me and my family. No, he must have been beaten.

"Hurt you?" I ask. "Why would I hurt you?" My voice almost sounds gentle.

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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 21:48:44 GMT -5

Electronica Lightning

Electronica watches what goes on. She sees to people go over to someone who appears to be lying on the ground. She remembers hearing their names vaguely in passing rumours. Mostly she heard that weird stuff goes on in their houses. That they're members are crazy and stuff like that. Some people say that in the stine house people go missing.

She sees them by a kid who is cowering in fear. What are they doing to him? She wonders. She rushed over and cut in front of the Stine and Fer. "Don't hurt him." I said. Terrified myself. Hints of fear is in my voice. I hope I won't disappear.

OOC: Sorry it's short I have to sleep.

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Post by Tom on Mar 10, 2014 22:04:59 GMT -5

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The boy was Just a bit younger than him. A distinctive face that Jasper would be able to remember easily in a crowd if needed. The boy was standing near him, but not exactly in a violent way. Jasper lowly stood up, but winced in pain. One of the troublemakers must have hit him in the ribs a bruised or broke something. Jasper hated seeming pathetic, but it truly is how he is. He's always been pathetic. After all, his parents did give him away to keep his twin brother, Agate. Jasper balanced himself finally and watched the younger boy carefully. Something seemed off about him, the boy seemed a bit shocked at first, but then relaxed. Jasper took note on this right away.

Jasper slowly tried to walk, but his ribs were aching in pain and his legs were giving out on him. Jasper placed a hand against the wall to hold himself up. This boy could do whatever he wanted to Jasper and Jasper wouldn't be able to escape. There were two voices that he heard before hand. The boy and then he looked behind the boy at another girl. Jasper slowly spoke after regaining his train of thought. "He wasn't hurting me. I promise. It was some one much older than me. This is definitely not the guy who I was cowering from before." Jasper slowly inched toward the younger boy and put an arm around his shoulder and winced in pain again. Now that Jasper was balanced, he could talk much better than on the wall or the ground.

Then his eyes caught the fifteen year old girl there. The guy and the little girl seemed familiar, maybe from a big family of sorts. Jasper couldn't remember who they were. There are tons of family in District 3. His family used to be popular until his famly went down hill. They had given him away from loss of money. They weren't rich like they were before. Jasper slowly felt his ribs aching again. His face stopped throbbing in pain, but his ribs were bad, Jasper wasn't a doctor, but from the pain he was feeling, one was probably broken and the only way for that to heal is to lay in bed and do nothing, but Jasper couldn't do that. He was poor enough. Now his day was going from terrible to even worse. Now, how was he going to get money to survive. Jasper spoke again a little more confident, which is weird for him, his voice dying down at the end, "Jasper is the name. Jasper Veeder."

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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 22:25:52 GMT -5

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DISTRICT3|SIXTEEN|FEMALE

If there were two things that I would have to say about the District Square, it'd be

1) It smells like shit

and

2) It's always a great source of entertainment

And watching that boy get beat up was one of the funniest things she'd seen in a while. The jester performing for a queen, if you will. And watching people flock towards him as he desperately cried out "Oh don't hurt me please!" only made her twitch with both annoyance and chuckle slightly at the sight.

But seeing her cousin, Dice, there, was definitely not expected.

Another name that fit the family perfectly well, really. Because that girl was always stuck in a game, a board game filled with disappointments and false accusations of someone cheating.

Because Dice Fer hated losing.

Have you ever played Candyland with someone who hates losing? It's not fun.

"Well, after seeing how poor that performance was, maybe you deserve to be hurt again." My voice rings out as I make my way towards the group, large sunglasses adorning my face and the tight lipped bitch looked accompanying them.

"Hmph, Luci Fer. I'd offer my hand to you, but by the looks of it, there... A little dirty."

This would be fun.

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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2014 22:36:20 GMT -5

damien stine

where's the light in your deep, dark room? a shock of white can save you from the shadows.

where's the light behind the moon? out of reach, until the light is shattered.

T

he boy puts in arm on my shoulder to help him rise to his feet. I tense at his touch (I don't like being touched). Although I would very much like to shove him onto the ground, I don't. It is a strange, rare act of kindness from me.

"Don't hurt him," says a girl as she steps into sight. I wasn't going to, I think, but I don't say the words out loud. Instead I turn and glare at the girl with my pale eyes that are as cold and as hard as steel. They're as welcoming and kind as someone holding a machete.

The bruised boy speaks up. "He wasn't hurting me. I promise. It was some one much older than me. This is definitely not the guy who I was cowering from before."

The boy feels his ribs - probably wondering how badly they're damaged. He speaks again, this time more confident. "Jasper is the name. Jasper Veeder." But his voice dies down a little at the end of his statement, which makes me want to snicker.

Instead of snickering, I keep my face straight and say rather coldly, "My name is Damien Stine." I don't mean for my words to come out so harsh. I'm so used to talking that way, keeping my voice hostile and unwelcoming.

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Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Mar 11, 2014 0:15:20 GMT -5

A G A T E

x x x x

I forgot where I crashed last night. It's all a haze, ash staining an alabaster shirt and my head pounding with incoherent memories. Reckless dancing and sloppy kisses, lipstick staining my cheeks and a good way down my back. If only I could fucking remember it.

This, however, was soon the least of my worries. Blurred vision soon comes into some sense of focus, finally able to make out where I ended up after what seemed to be a wild night. A dark beanie was pulled over my hair, my head slumped forward looking at where my pants should have been. Whoops. At least I wasn't completely in the nude. That would have been a sight for sure. I surely couldn't have kept the girls off me. Yea, keep telling yourself that.

The remark cuts like a knife. That couldn't have been me. I wasn't a pussy. I didn't complain about my sex life... or life in general. A carefully cultivated line is drawn between my physical self and that which is portrayed to the world ~~and myself.~~ Those lines rarely cross.

I seem to be in the district square bloody fucking perfect. I scowl, gently pushing myself off the pavement,
accompanied by the various cracks of stiff bones and sore muscles. I groan, brushing dust off of my exposed legs, the smell of burning fuel making my hangover nothing less than unbearable. I sputter, a hacking cough torn from my abused lungs. Perhaps I should go down to a pack a day.

Yet who am I, Agate Veeder, to miss an opportunity. A gang seems to be forming. Perhaps the high hasn't truly faded from last night, or else I'm just an idiot. Hope for the prior, expect the latter I suppose. I cannot stop my feet as they trace their way across the oil stained ground.

I don't recognize anyone there, though most seem younger than I. Chances are I won't stay long, there's a breeze today, and these boxers are rather... tight. I give a small chuckle, throwing my arm around the nearest person as I speak. "Now, now, not starting a party without me are we?"

I really hope it's the booze talking.

the m o o n controls the t i d e, it could cause you to d r o w n

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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 1:32:42 GMT -5

damien stine

where's the light in your deep, dark room? a shock of white can save you from the shadows.

where's the light behind the moon? out of reach, until the light is shattered.

A

red haired girl (she reminds me of Deja Hatcher, my sister's puppet, because of her hair) strolls into sight. Her face is obscured by giant sunglasses, so I can't see who she is. She says, "Well, after seeing how poor that performance was, maybe you deserve to be hurt again." The redhead's voice rings out loud and clear. I turn my head and raise an eyebrow at her. "Hmph, Luci Fer. I'd offer my hand to you, but by the looks of it, there... A little dirty."

Luci Fer, she said.

I tense when I hear her name. Her first name is alien to me, but her surname is well known. The Fers are a family that is shaken by four tragic disasters. The Fer children have strange names and they are strange people - some stranger than us Stines.

Luci, like the rest of the Fers, is a walking curse.

"Fuck off, Fer," I mutter.

A boy in a dark beanie approaches us. He throws his arm around the person closest to him and says cheerfully, "Now, now, not starting a party without me are we?" I roll my eyes: I didn't sign up for a fucking orgy.

I want to slap this kid, but instead I say, "And who might you be?" My words are hostile, and so is my stance. I'm no socialite, and I'm not about to act like one.

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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 6:40:51 GMT -5

Electronica Lightning

Electronica looked around at the people who have gathered. Great. She though. A stine and two firs. Why do I have to run into psychopaths on the way home from the factory? When the second Fir said something which seemed pointed at her she asked, "Whose Luci Fir?"

Then it hit her. Was this girl trying to trick people into thinking she was a Fir when the other person was definitely a Fir?

She looked back down at Jasper and said, "I'm Electronica. Electronica Lightning." She looked back up suspiciously at Damien who was hovering right by Jasper. She looked back up at the oncoming Fir, "And why would you say that." She began still hoping she wouldn't mysteriously disappear today, "No one deserves to be hurt, and I hate the people who hurt others." She directed that last bit a bit at Damien because of all the screams which comes from the Stine house.

OOC: Guys I just realized that Electronica is the youngest person here. She is 14.

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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 10:28:44 GMT -5

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If Pariah were her, he'd probably think he was in heaven. Socializing was definitely his thing, and of course, being the "bonafide saint" (as Kinsey liked to call him) he'd probably be patching the guy up all nice and clean until he was good as new.

Kinsey'd be standing here quietly, closely watching the shadows that leaked from the alleyway because, of course, they were going to jump out and get him any moment now. Topia wouldn't be helping the guy at all, but instead she'd be aggressively fixing the wrinkles in the guys shirt, because that's what her life revolved around.

I was contemplating what i'd be doing when this half naked slob slings his arm around me, a raunchy smell of sweat and booze greeting my nostrils and my hand covering my nose in disgust. "Now, now, not starting a party without me, are we?"

The Fer's were weird, but this conversation was getting close to being as weird as us.

"Ugh, get off of me you insignificant slob." I say harshly, pushing his arm off my shoulder and looking at him, removing the sunglasses for a second and looking him up and down, settling on his boxers before rolling my eyes and looking at him.

"And by the way, if you're trying to... show off something by only being in boxers...

It's not working."

I fold the sunglasses in my hand, turning back to the group in front of me just in time to hear both "Fuck off" and that young girl's innocent and sweet statement about not hurting people. I chuckle slightly, rolling my eyes again at the lot of them.

"Next time you tell me to fuck off, i'll rip out your jugular. Mkay? And sweetie.." I turn towards the younger one.

"Life is all about hurting people, hon. You should learn that now, before it's too late."

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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 10:59:41 GMT -5

damien stine

where's the light in your deep, dark room? a shock of white can save you from the shadows.

where's the light behind the moon? out of reach, until the light is shattered.

"W

ho's Luci Fer?" asks the young girl. I smirk and think, The walking curse right there. Before I can speak, the young girl continues, "I'm Electronica. Electronica Lightning." Electronica looks at me suspiciously. Calm the fuck down, I think. It's not like I'm about stab him in the face. I roll my eyes. I'm pretty crazy and violent, but I don't go around stabbing random people. Heck, I don't even stab my puppets (that's Samara's job).

"And why would you say that?" asks Electronica. Her question is not directed at me. She is talking to the Fer. And then she says (I wish she would stop talking), "No one deserves to be hurt, and I hate the people who hurt others."

Before I can respond, Luci shoves the half-naked boy off of her and says scornfully, "Ugh, get off of me you insignificant slob." She removes her sunglasses and looks him over (I'm almost laughing by this point) and says, "And by the way, if you're trying to... show off something by only being in boxers . . . It's not working." She then says to me, "Next time you tell me to fuck off, I'll rip out your jugular. Mkay? And sweetie . . ." Luci turns to Electronica. "Life is all about hurting people, hon. You should learn that now, before it's too late."

I smirk at Luci, unfrazzled by her statement that was directed at me. "Oh, and do you hold the strength of a thousand men . . . sweetie?" I ask, mocking her voice. The walking curse doesn't scare me. My father is a psychotic taxidermist, my eight-year-old sister cuts up her puppets . . . so why would this girl scare me? The Fer disasters haven't ruined anyone but the Fers.

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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 11:23:31 GMT -5

Electronica Lightning

Electronica backed away slowly. She could tell when a fight was about to break out. She looked right at Luci. "Actually life isn't about hurting people." Then she looked at Daimen and said, "Why don't we just all calm down." She felt the need to say that in a hopeless intent to get everyone to calm down.

She looked back at Luci, "Also, it's rude to push people even if they're insignificant drunken slobs." She looked at the drunken man and said quickly, "No offense or anything." She hoped she didn't hurt his feelings.

She hates when she hurts others.

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L U C I F E R

I couldn't tell if it was the smell of sweat and booze leaking from the half-naked guy next to me, or these people's shitty attitudes. But I was getting absolutely sick of this conversation.

My arms fold over and I lean back slightly, a small smirk dancing across my face as I look at the group of people. Let's see, we have the victim, the helpful, the stalker, and the slob.

I take another few moments to look him over, more of a glare if anything. He didn't have the worst body in the world. A lot better than most of the guys that decided to chase not after my throne, but after me. Like a pack of wild dogs, following and watching me. They were of little threat to my kingdom, a smaller threat than Ree and his crackhead tendencies.

But even if this guy wasn't a wild dog like the others, he still smelt like one.

I laugh as the boy makes a weak attempt to mimic my voice, as if someone could mimic me. Idiots, all of them, but this one was special, just a little bit stupider than the others. I take a step towards him and cross my arms. "Ha, no. I have more."

And then we had this young bitch in front of me, telling me it was wrong to push people. I half expected her to try to convince me that the world was full of rainbows and butterflies ad we could all just frolic in the meadows for the rest of eternity.

I nearly upchucked all over her.

I turn and walk towards her, closing the gap she'd tried to make by stepping back. "I would love to see you in the games, sweetie. Would you be telling people it's not nice to push when you were in the arena?

I doubt you'd even live long enough to speak."

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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 13:49:23 GMT -5

Electronica Lightning

"The games?" Electronic said embarrassed and angry. "Why did you change the subject. Plus" she added with a little smirk. "I wouldn't be doing lowly things such as pushing if I was in the games." She had a mischievous glint in her eye as a warning single to show how evil her smarts can be.

"I'd rather electrocute them." Electronic said. She had a bit of metal wire in her pocket and took it out and started twirling in her fingers. "Want to see how I'd do it?" She asked with a smile on her face. "If no. Stay back." She smiled at her knowing Luci was getting angry. She liked making her angry.

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