Special Branch: Santos
POSTED BY: NEEDY
UPDATED: Thursday, September 11, 2008 19:24
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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
I hope you have a warm and safe holiday, as you all have deserved it.
I apologize for my absence, but I discovered a hidden talent thanks to you all and am actively pursuing it.
I sincirely hope this thread continues on as the thought and talent here should never be allowed to fade.
Thank-you.
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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."
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Am I dead?
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.
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I dunno. How do you feel?
Do you feel dead?
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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."
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Dunno.
How does dead feel?
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.
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HAHAHAHA!!!
I would imagine if one were dead, one would feel coolish, kinda blah, not a lot of get-up-and-go.
Do you have a an unquenchable hunger that can only be slated by... I dunno... brainsss?
Merry Christmas C.
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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."
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Originally posted by citizen:
Dunno.
How does dead feel?
OOC: Was gonna save this for a bit, but guess I can post it now, since you mention the "dead" thing.
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A thousand voices called out to Needy in the blackness.
They were distant - mere whispers in the wind - but they were getting closer. Louder but not yet more distinct.
Then certain words and phrases could be made out (“portal” “Dr Benis” “Serenity”) but not before they were drowned out by more.
It was getting louder and more chaotic now. Words were being spoken over other words. Soon, nothing could be distinguished.
It was just noise, shouting at him, driving him out of his mind.
Then all of sudden it was silent.
Instead now he was in a void, though he couldn’t confirm it. After all, what does a void look like? Is it a black space devoid of light where time didn’t seem to exist? Because if that’s a void then gorram it, that’s where he was.
There was no breeze, no sound - nothing.
Was he dead?
No.
Death didn’t feel like this.
He’d been dead.
Death was feeling everything and nothing at the same time.
Death was lying in the mud, your shirt covered in warm blood as pain washes over you like a tide. Again and again it drowns you, wearing your senses down, eroding your strength and will to live until there is nothing left of you but open eyes, eyes staring up yearning, praying for it to be finally over. Death was then getting that wish and finding yourself somewhere else entirely - somewhere familiar, but at the same time alien – a feeling of unease settling in.
Death was finding out your life had ended, but the pain would continue, that you would continue.
This wasn’t death.
Death was far more interesting
Maybe this was purgatory.
Or even worse, maybe this was hell.
No fire, no demonic creatures, but torture nonetheless.
An eternal existence in the dark pits of Hades. Trapped in a senseless prison with no breath nor sound. No history, no future. Nothing.
Just one man. Alone. Forever.
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Happy New Year Special Branch-ians!!
"Death was far more interesting"
What a truly excellent line, Needy!!
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"Got a headful of lightning
And a heart full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
Oh and I love you sweet baby but I always take the long way home."
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OOC-Sorry for my absence ive been on a drug fuelled bender for weeks! Unfortunately Ive been making them rather than taking them which makes the overall effect less fun
"Your not going anywhere!!" Maxine shouted from the medbay doorway. Wisp was pottering around on crutches trying to put on a pair of jeans. He was struggling so much that if he hadnt just had holes drilled in his skull you could have laughed.
"Look" He said between wriggles "Im walking, Im talking, my wounds healing, and im going GORRAM crazy staring at these 4 walls!" He managed to finally pull them on and did up his belt with a sense of pride. Then however he saw that the shoes in the medbay were his boots and dreaded the prospect of trying to lace them up. "Im going outside for a walk, fresh air, change of sceneary and all that jazz. Now you cant stop me unless you knock me round the head, which would probably put me in a coma again, so can you go to my bunk and grab me my sneakers?"
Maxine was not happy at her medical opinion being ignored. Although she had to admit his recovery was remarkably quick, most people who recieve such head trauma take months to start walking. Some never even talk again. His brain activity was remarkable. "Fine. But your going no where alone. Ill find Vixen and she can help you around" Wisp made a quick mouth movment to complain but was shot down before any air escaped "FINAL"
Vixen was sat alone in the mess hall. Despite her heroic attempts to save the ship the crew still didnt trust her nor like her. They blamed her for Wisps tryst with death and still thought she was in league with the enemy (even though at present 'the enemy' was a purely theoretical term).
"Vixen" said a voice from the doorway, Maxine stood there holding a pair of shoes and looking forlorn. "Can I ask a favour??"
Inwardly Vixen jumped with glee at being included and trusted. "You can ask. I cant guarantee anything" she replied with a cold indifference.
"Well Wisp is adamant about getting out and about, so I was wondering If you could just go with him, keep him out of trouble and that?"
She paused for a noticble moment. Of course she was going to do it, she had kicked him in the head and all.She needed to apologise and try and make things right "Fine". She stood up and walked to Maxine taking the shoes from her hand and heading to sick bay.
"What a bitch" Maxine says aloud as shes left alone.
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OOC: Hey all! It's been too long. Been ill of late (since holidays really) hence me not posting much. Hope you're all doing well and have had a good christmas and new year. (Can't believe its 2008... only 7 more years and we'll finally be getting those flying cars we saw in Back to the Future 2 
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Btw, loved your post WYSB.
Let's see if we can get the story up and running again 
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The Dwarf's Medibay was a quiet and cold room.
Situated mere feet away from the bridge, it had, only hours before, witnessed the worst type of treachery.
Now, the man that had murdered one of his closest friends in cold blood seemed to be resting peacefully. But appearances can be deceiving. Truth is his state is much more than mere unconsciousness. And his friends, who knew neither of his betrayal nor the cause of his condition, had no clue as to what the young man was truly going through. That, whilst his body remained still and calm, his mind dwelt elsewhere - trapped in a world that others dare not even imagine.
Suddenly, a young woman rushed in, desperate to see the man she loved and had already lost once before.
Kyra stopped as she caught sight of him, suddenly the absolute terror finally hitting her. The thought that, maybe this was the end, that he was at deaths door, seemed all too real now.
Slowly she approached him, instinctively reaching her hand out and placing it on his arm as she reached his side.
It was strange, she'd been in hospitals plenty of times, and seen people in cirtical condition. But that's not what this looked like. There were no tubes going into his body, no IV drip, he was not hooked up to any of the machines sitting nearby. The only clue he was not merely taking a nap in there was down to the round green cardiopad that stuck to his chest, a thin lead running to a small box shaped machine sitting on the trolley - a steady heartbeat manifesting itself on the screen.
"Needy" she whispered his name, stroking his arm with her hand. "Can you hear me?"
When he failed to initiate any sort of response, she suddenly became very self-aware, almost foolish. Then she realised she wasn't alone.
"We don't know what's wrong with him" Soul uttered softly from the doorway.
She turned to face the intruder and wasted no time in voicing her thoughts.
"Who did this?"
Soul sighed softly, he'd expected the question, albeit maybe not so soon. Had it been the love of his life on the table though, he would be asking the very same question.
"This Ciaran woman?" she persisted
"We don't know exactly" he replied calmly
"Where is she? Is she dead?" Kyra didn't care how it sounded, the woman who did this didn't matter.
Soul fought back his emotions, bottling them up as he had done a thousand times before. She didn't know the truth, and she didn't know his story. All she knew right now was anger, anger and pain. He couldn't hold what she said against her.
"Yeah" he uttered "she's gone."
"Good" Kyra thought but no words came out. Instead she realised she had been clutching his arm too tightly and the impression had left a handprint on it. Gasping softly, she began to stroke it better like a caring nurse "I'm sorry" she whispered, though it may have been of little consequence.
Soul started to walk away, recognising their need to be alone, before he stopped and, with hesitation, asked "Our man... is he ok?"
Kyra suddenly became overwhelmed with grief though she did not show it, keeping her back to the man standing in the doorway. The weapon, the story, the reason she wasn't there by Needy's side to begin with. If their paths hadn't crossed this never would have happened. That gorram ship and its crew. She couldn't dwell on it. She just couldn't
"He's fine" she managed to rattle off quickly
"Ok" Soul replied quietly, and with that he took his leave.
Finally alone, Kyra completely breaks down, clutching Needy's hand and holding it close to her face, using it to catch her tears.
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Needy. Male Companion: Chosen One?
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