Post by lust on Sept 18, 2006 21:40:54 GMT -5
The year is 2123 – but that is the least of your worries, because you’re dead.
Welcome to Hell.
You approach the city cautiously, eyes wide and heart throbbing within your chest with each step taken. Chest heaving irregularly you move slowly into the rank atmosphere that the city commands, pausing to glance around at the rundown surroundings. Glass lies in shards around broken windows and the sun is a misty halo in the sky, almost nonexistent from the murky air that haunts the city. Glancing nervously towards the shifting shadow that hasn’t left your side since you arrived you start forward, walking through the seemingly deserted area.
Stray dogs and other beasts roam the streets freely around you as you come upon what seems to be the center of town. Here’s where the life, so to speak, is. Billowing clouds of smoke rise from thin cigarettes as people with particularly vicious looks sneer in your direction; odd creatures at their sides sneering as well, teeth bared and saliva dripping. Keeping a relatively safe distance from them you back away, only to bump into a wooden contraption that moans painfully at contact. Jumping back from it you turn to see it wasn’t the device that moaned, but the person hooked up to it.
Swollen eyes glance up at you for mercy as a small bird located on the man’s chest chirps weakly as broken wings flutter fretfully to keep the numerous animals at bay. It isn’t working. The keen noses of the hellhounds are drawn to the crimson pools of regret that stain the center of the city and the implements that reside there. Cringing at the sight your feet unconsciously step backwards, your eyes flitting around the square as if looking for a flash of decency in such a run down place.
And there it is.
You don’t know if it was a cruel trick of the eyes or whether it was reality, but you saw it – gentle blue eyes gazing at the square with pity, blonde locks waving in the dry wind. One moment the creature was there and the next it was gone. You glance around; you couldn’t have been the only one to see that, could you have? Mustering up the courage you walk over to a painfully handsome man in the middle of filing his nails.
“Excuse me?” Your voice is a whisper, so quiet the other seems not to hear. “Excuse me?” You say it louder, hoping to be heard by the man with the fair hair and pale eyes. Opening your mouth to speak one more time he shoots a look over at you, silencing you without words. Keen eyes cruelly overlook you as the man absentmindedly strokes a bear-like creature at his side.
“You’re new.” His voice was colder than ice, his lips curving into a smirk as he saw the shiver that ran down your spine. Obviously he was right. “Needless to say you have questions, but you won’t find answers here.” He sighs lightly. “You’ll never find answers here.” With that said he turns away from you, nails still being filed to perfect tips as he ignores the faint protests you find yourself emitting. You aren’t worth his time. He knows that – and now you do, too.
Slouching away from him, you wander away from the way you entered the city, slowly traveling up a hill as the shadow that followed you originally keeps pace, becoming more solid as the moments past. Trying to act aloof and nonchalant like the man you ignore it, creeping up the hill like a spider before stopping in awe at what you see.
A mansion.
Perhaps it isn’t the mansion that leaves you so astounded, but the fact that it isn’t dirty and unkempt. It’s clean. Emerald blades of grass are vibrant on the other side and swaying in a cool breeze that you long to feel in such intense heat. Inhaling deeply you make for the dark gates that block off the mansion from you. Outstretching a hand you reach out to open it and –
“When the time comes, what will you do?”
You stop, dropping your hand almost guiltily as you stare at the figure that seemed to have appeared at your side by magic. The figure has blue eyes and flaxen hair – the man from the city. Your mouth drops open to ask a question, but by the time you have the notion formed in your mind he’s gone. Blinking furiously to betray a trick of the eyes you glance back up at the mansion. What had he meant? Shaking your head briefly you back away from the gates and start back down the hill, leaving the mansion behind you. Your choice had been made. When the time came, you knew what you were going to do.
But, how were you going to do it?
Welcome to Fallen from Grace (originally Salvation Lost), an original roleplay that takes place in a dimension of Hell that is ruled by the Devil and Deadly Seven. Saviors from another dimension threaten to overthrow the balance of Hell, but when faced with daily life that isn’t so bad. These saviors, these angels, are a secret and silent bunch, subtly hinting at what will be done. They ask only one question – what will you do?
This roleplay is open to unique and original characters and looks forward to involving them in any plot. Angels and citizens are especially needed right now, but all characters are welcomed. Fallen from Grace is a mature roleplay for intermediate to advanced roleplayers, please keep that in mind before applying.
See you in Hell.
Enter another dimension: Fallen from Grace
Welcome to Hell.
You approach the city cautiously, eyes wide and heart throbbing within your chest with each step taken. Chest heaving irregularly you move slowly into the rank atmosphere that the city commands, pausing to glance around at the rundown surroundings. Glass lies in shards around broken windows and the sun is a misty halo in the sky, almost nonexistent from the murky air that haunts the city. Glancing nervously towards the shifting shadow that hasn’t left your side since you arrived you start forward, walking through the seemingly deserted area.
Stray dogs and other beasts roam the streets freely around you as you come upon what seems to be the center of town. Here’s where the life, so to speak, is. Billowing clouds of smoke rise from thin cigarettes as people with particularly vicious looks sneer in your direction; odd creatures at their sides sneering as well, teeth bared and saliva dripping. Keeping a relatively safe distance from them you back away, only to bump into a wooden contraption that moans painfully at contact. Jumping back from it you turn to see it wasn’t the device that moaned, but the person hooked up to it.
Swollen eyes glance up at you for mercy as a small bird located on the man’s chest chirps weakly as broken wings flutter fretfully to keep the numerous animals at bay. It isn’t working. The keen noses of the hellhounds are drawn to the crimson pools of regret that stain the center of the city and the implements that reside there. Cringing at the sight your feet unconsciously step backwards, your eyes flitting around the square as if looking for a flash of decency in such a run down place.
And there it is.
You don’t know if it was a cruel trick of the eyes or whether it was reality, but you saw it – gentle blue eyes gazing at the square with pity, blonde locks waving in the dry wind. One moment the creature was there and the next it was gone. You glance around; you couldn’t have been the only one to see that, could you have? Mustering up the courage you walk over to a painfully handsome man in the middle of filing his nails.
“Excuse me?” Your voice is a whisper, so quiet the other seems not to hear. “Excuse me?” You say it louder, hoping to be heard by the man with the fair hair and pale eyes. Opening your mouth to speak one more time he shoots a look over at you, silencing you without words. Keen eyes cruelly overlook you as the man absentmindedly strokes a bear-like creature at his side.
“You’re new.” His voice was colder than ice, his lips curving into a smirk as he saw the shiver that ran down your spine. Obviously he was right. “Needless to say you have questions, but you won’t find answers here.” He sighs lightly. “You’ll never find answers here.” With that said he turns away from you, nails still being filed to perfect tips as he ignores the faint protests you find yourself emitting. You aren’t worth his time. He knows that – and now you do, too.
Slouching away from him, you wander away from the way you entered the city, slowly traveling up a hill as the shadow that followed you originally keeps pace, becoming more solid as the moments past. Trying to act aloof and nonchalant like the man you ignore it, creeping up the hill like a spider before stopping in awe at what you see.
A mansion.
Perhaps it isn’t the mansion that leaves you so astounded, but the fact that it isn’t dirty and unkempt. It’s clean. Emerald blades of grass are vibrant on the other side and swaying in a cool breeze that you long to feel in such intense heat. Inhaling deeply you make for the dark gates that block off the mansion from you. Outstretching a hand you reach out to open it and –
“When the time comes, what will you do?”
You stop, dropping your hand almost guiltily as you stare at the figure that seemed to have appeared at your side by magic. The figure has blue eyes and flaxen hair – the man from the city. Your mouth drops open to ask a question, but by the time you have the notion formed in your mind he’s gone. Blinking furiously to betray a trick of the eyes you glance back up at the mansion. What had he meant? Shaking your head briefly you back away from the gates and start back down the hill, leaving the mansion behind you. Your choice had been made. When the time came, you knew what you were going to do.
But, how were you going to do it?
Welcome to Fallen from Grace (originally Salvation Lost), an original roleplay that takes place in a dimension of Hell that is ruled by the Devil and Deadly Seven. Saviors from another dimension threaten to overthrow the balance of Hell, but when faced with daily life that isn’t so bad. These saviors, these angels, are a secret and silent bunch, subtly hinting at what will be done. They ask only one question – what will you do?
This roleplay is open to unique and original characters and looks forward to involving them in any plot. Angels and citizens are especially needed right now, but all characters are welcomed. Fallen from Grace is a mature roleplay for intermediate to advanced roleplayers, please keep that in mind before applying.
See you in Hell.
Enter another dimension: Fallen from Grace
