Tacktaktacktaktak "Enter name...mmm... how about...." tacktaktakktactak "Hiroshi?" click "Perfect... now to set up what my character looks like...." click...click-click "Blonde, I think... Yeah, and that...oh! That's cool! And---- enter" ClickPlease abide by rules and regulations.
Welcome to Eron; Hiroshi -element:water rank- novice
"Well....here we go.... Let's see... transport to.... main town. Guess that's all I'm able to right now."
The screen loaded the page that only took a moment before the wave of blue moved in and out of his vision. He stood in what looked like the center of town. People were dressed in odd clothes around him, all carrying some kind of weapon. The chatter between them was about item switching, monster battling, treasure collecting, and things like that. It was strange to hear all those different people talking. The server wasn't flooded, there must have been much more exciting places then the main town. He began to move about the area, looking at the different shops. A potions shop, antidotes and healing potions mixed with other strange things he didn't know the use of yet. An accessory shop that held all sorts of armor and weapons. Checking his coin he sighed, he would have to wait before getting any of those cooler items.
Someone shoved him from behind and his vision was suddenly all brick as his character fell over onto the pathway. "Look at the noob! Think he's cool, doesn't he?" Hiroshi turned and glared at the red head and his friends, they were decked out in fire gear. "Leave me alone, would ya?" Hiroshi muttered as he got up. "That's no way to speak to your elders." He said with a smirk He landed a kick into Hiroshi's ribs and knocked him back to the ground. "Mmm... looks like we have to teach you some manners." The rest of them laughed. "Hand over your items." He ordered. Hiroshi sighed, he was not one to be pushed around, even in a virtual world. His hand came up, his middle finger extended, "Go to hell!" And that was when he got up and started running. Those guys were at a higher level than he was. He couldn't pick a fight with them and win. He could hear them yelling behind him as he took off through the streets. He ducked into a small hide away, hiding as the boys ran past him. "Excuse me." A voice said behind him, he turned to find-
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Vampires, the staple of the teen life. It was romantic to fall in love with something that could kill you with the slightest touch. It was morbid the way young girls pictured a strong man behind them, his cool touch upon their skin, the brush of lips against their necks before two pearly white fangs sunk into their skin and drained them of life. Young men, picturing pale beautiful women, long dark hair falling around their white faces, their luscious lips painted a dark red, their figure tightly wrapped in a black dress. Over the centuries, vampires hid in the shadows, afraid of the hunters that would come for them with the disappearance of locals. However, in this new age, humans killed each other in this strange way of mimicking vampire bites and draining blood. Hunters didn't come around much anymore, and thank god for that... if it was truely his doing.
The vampire race had been dwindled to near extinction thanks to overzealous hunters. The few that still lingered in this world were loners. It was too easy to hunt down families. Xavior was one of these vampires. He hung out in night clubs, ordering drinks for unsuspecting women. He had tried a few times to adopt them into his race, but as all new borns had been, they left a bloody path that hunters picked up instantly. Xavior had escaped with his life a few times and he had given up on the thought of having another with him.
This particular night, he was in a club called The Spider. The music pumped in the dark room filled with flashing lights and sweating bodies rubbing against one another. Xavior's green eyes watched the room calmly. He was a good hunter. Picking out the ones who came alone, or were looking for someone to go home with was easy, tonight he wanted a challenge. What was the fun of being immortal if you couldn't play games with the human life? He ran a hand through his light brown hair as his tongue ran across the backs of his teeth. Who would be the lucky winner?
The vampire race had been dwindled to near extinction thanks to overzealous hunters. The few that still lingered in this world were loners. It was too easy to hunt down families. Xavior was one of these vampires. He hung out in night clubs, ordering drinks for unsuspecting women. He had tried a few times to adopt them into his race, but as all new borns had been, they left a bloody path that hunters picked up instantly. Xavior had escaped with his life a few times and he had given up on the thought of having another with him.
This particular night, he was in a club called The Spider. The music pumped in the dark room filled with flashing lights and sweating bodies rubbing against one another. Xavior's green eyes watched the room calmly. He was a good hunter. Picking out the ones who came alone, or were looking for someone to go home with was easy, tonight he wanted a challenge. What was the fun of being immortal if you couldn't play games with the human life? He ran a hand through his light brown hair as his tongue ran across the backs of his teeth. Who would be the lucky winner?
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Through the Broken Glass
"It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything." The line from the movie that she had just watched ran through her head as she laid in bed that night. It was a strange concept that was difficult to get into her head, but on some strange level, it made sense. The movie was called Fight Club. "Mischief, mayhem and..... soap?" She read off the front cover before looking at her friend who handed her the dvd. "Marla!" her friend had said, "You have to watch this movie! You will love it!" Marla watched it, and through the whole movie, he cursed a woman named Marla. Marla scoffed slightly, her friend would make her watch a movie that cursed her through the whole thing.
The whole movie had a strange insight to life that had Marla now questioning her own life. She wasn't about to change her whole life and go join some "Project Mayhem" group. Although, looking around her room she had started to think, "What would I do if I lost everything? What would I do if i didn't have anything to worry about? What is keeping me here?" Deep soul searching questions that she had voiced to her friend who had simply laughed at her. "It was just a movie Marla. Honestly, I gave it to you because the girl Marla is screaming through the whole thing." She winked, "And I thought you would like the mental image of sleeping with Brad Pitt." Marla had rolled her eyes at the thought. However, now she thought about it, it gave her goosebumps. She shook her head and laid down in bed, trying to get the whole idea out of her mind.
"If you wake up in a different place... is it possible to wake up as a different person?"
Marla's eyes opened as the sun came pouring into her room. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't what she was used to waking up to. The ceiling was made of what looked like... stone? She sat up. The room, wasn't hers. She moved to put her feet on the ground, only to retract them. The floor was ice cold. It was too made of stone. It took her another moment to realize that she was dressed in a silk night gown. She touched the unfamiliar fabric, who had changed her? There was a large window on the other side of the room. She jumped up from the bed and moved over to the window to look out. There was a huge garden, larger then anything she had ever seen before. She bit her lip as she turned in the room to look about once more. The bed she had woken up in was larger then her own, as was the rest of the room. She breathed out slowly starting to panic but refusing to give in. "It's alright." She told her self. "Everything's fine." She said, speaking allowed, as if that was going to convince herself. There was a knock upon the large wooden door which nearly made her jump out of her skin, "who is it?" she called, her voice cracking slightly.
The whole movie had a strange insight to life that had Marla now questioning her own life. She wasn't about to change her whole life and go join some "Project Mayhem" group. Although, looking around her room she had started to think, "What would I do if I lost everything? What would I do if i didn't have anything to worry about? What is keeping me here?" Deep soul searching questions that she had voiced to her friend who had simply laughed at her. "It was just a movie Marla. Honestly, I gave it to you because the girl Marla is screaming through the whole thing." She winked, "And I thought you would like the mental image of sleeping with Brad Pitt." Marla had rolled her eyes at the thought. However, now she thought about it, it gave her goosebumps. She shook her head and laid down in bed, trying to get the whole idea out of her mind.
"If you wake up in a different place... is it possible to wake up as a different person?"
Marla's eyes opened as the sun came pouring into her room. It took her a moment to realize that it wasn't what she was used to waking up to. The ceiling was made of what looked like... stone? She sat up. The room, wasn't hers. She moved to put her feet on the ground, only to retract them. The floor was ice cold. It was too made of stone. It took her another moment to realize that she was dressed in a silk night gown. She touched the unfamiliar fabric, who had changed her? There was a large window on the other side of the room. She jumped up from the bed and moved over to the window to look out. There was a huge garden, larger then anything she had ever seen before. She bit her lip as she turned in the room to look about once more. The bed she had woken up in was larger then her own, as was the rest of the room. She breathed out slowly starting to panic but refusing to give in. "It's alright." She told her self. "Everything's fine." She said, speaking allowed, as if that was going to convince herself. There was a knock upon the large wooden door which nearly made her jump out of her skin, "who is it?" she called, her voice cracking slightly.
[[So, the idea is she has switched places with another person from another time, but everyone thinks that it's still the original girl, looks and all. PM to continue, be anyone you wish]]
