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Omens of the Past
Skye awoke once again at the cafe he had fallen asleep in. To his displeasure, he currently had the most unbearable headache at the moment. He groaned and stood up from his chair. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that there had been a coffee mug in his lap, which shattered on the floor thus spilling the rest of his coffee. Several people turned at him and frowned.
"Sorry..." Skye said insincerely, leaving the cafe.
As he exited, his headache became even more intense and an image came into his head. It was the image of the pier and a boat sitting in it. Inside of the boat were some figures that he couldn't make out, then the image disappeared from his mind. It had been a vision.
"What the-?" he muttered, clutching his head uncomfortably.
Not knowing what else to do, and being one to go with his instincts, Skye began jogging towards the pier. Little did he know that the vision he had just had was one of the many he would begin to face occasionally as a result of his bizarre dream...and the man who had changed his life forever. -
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Desire. It was the first of many emotions that rushed through Skye's mind as the man's words sunk deep into him. Here it was, an orb possibly only a little larger than his hand, simply floating there with such an undeniable attraction. Perhaps this was a good man. A magical one. A wizard. Or perhaps even an angel sent down to help him.
No he thought, shaking the idea off. There was nothing special enough about him to make him worthy of such a gift, except for the disappearance of his parents. Maybe that was it. Maybe this orb somehow was the key to finding his long lost parents...and much more.
With slight hesitation, Skye's shaking fingers moved towards the orb, and finally grabbed it. -
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Skye stopped for a moment, but still had his back turned to the man.
"I have given it...some...thought, I suppose. Ever since my parents dissa...wait!-"
He spun around, his eyes squinting at the man.
"Who are you exactly to ask me this?" -
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Skye glared at the hand, then back to the man suspiciously. Although he appeared to be normal, any man who somehow appeared in his dream mysteriously didn't seem right to him.
"Well then, I suppose that only means we won't have enough time to introduce ourselves." he replied casually. "So, goodbye."
With that, Skye began walking away, not daring to look back. -
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OoC: Uh...you called my character Ventez. Lol.
Skye's vision at first was a blur, but soon almost everything became clear, except for the figure that walked towards him. Arising from the shadows. Not knowing he was dreaming, he considered the idea of have been kidnapped in his sleep. But how had he gotten here? And who was it that seemed to stalk closer to him with every second?
"Who are you?" Skye asked, it being the only obvious question that he was bound to eventually ask.
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Skye walked into a diner, sat down, and ordered some coffee. He hadn't had one all day and could really use the energy. It arrived shortly and he took small sips of it while watching a musician perform on the small stage. The guitar played a catchy rythm and Skye could relax. After a while, he found himself drifting to sleep as if put into a trance by the warm coffee and guitar. Soon, everything around him had become a blur and his eyelids weighed tons as they suddenly collapsed and he had fallen asleep.
OoC: Eh..I might as well make him fall asleep since he's not doing anything...even though it's daytime... O_o -
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Omens of the Past
Skye had lost track of time. He hurried back to the park in search of his Uncle Zeke. Truth be told, his uncle probably hadn't missed him at all. It seemed he had been marking the days of his calendar in excitement for Skye to go off to college.
Skye arrived at the park and gently jostled through several people in order to reach the bench. His uncle was nowhere in sight. Before he could have a heart attack, Skye got a call on his cell phone.
"Hello?" he said.
"Skye, it's your Uncle Zeke. I'm back home, got bored. Feel free to come as late as you like."
And with that, his uncle hung up.
"Crazy old man..." Skye muttered. -
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Skye felt as though he were being watched but when he turned around, no one was there.
"Uh...whatever..." he muttered reassuringly, pulling a few bucks out of his pocket and paying for his ice cream.
It was only just after beginning to eat it that Skye realized he wasn't hungry. As a matter of fact, he just didn't feel very well at the moment. He tossed the rest of the ice cream into the trash and sat down on a bench. Two people sat on either side of him. Neither of them looked at him. It was as if he hadn't even sat down.
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Skye wandered the town, waving to some people he recognized. It appeared to be a nice day, until a certain chill began lingering within him. Something felt quite uneasy about the town at the moment, but what? Shaking it off, he began walking towards an Ice Cream stand.
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Skye continued walking until he reached the outer edge of the park, then he stood there and looked back at the park, a reluctant expression on his face. Uncle Zeke was getting old, and he was worried of what could happen while he was gone.
With an uneasy smile, Skye waved at his uncle who then looked up from his newspaper and rolled his eyes.
Just a quick walk, and I'll be right back. he though casually to himself, continuing to walk. Ah, what am I worrying about anyway? Uncle Zeke's the toughest guy I know.
Realizing that everything was fine, Skye began a calm jog out of the park. -
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Skye sat on a park bench, gazing at the pedestrians who passed by, chatting and laughing. The adults were the ones he watched most carefully. He imagined himself being like one of them. Whether it was the stressed business man who clumsily dropped his papers on the sidewalk, or the beaming father playing catch with his son on the grass while his wife sat on a picnic blanket close by. Ah, the future seemed to turn out well for many people, but what had it in store for him?
"Stop staring Skylark, you look like a fool." Uncle Zeke who sat next to him reading the newspaper said, slapping him behind the head.
Skye winced and rubbed where his Uncle had slapped him. "Hey Uncle Zeke, I'm gonna go for a walk, okay?"
"Okay? You're nineteen and still asking me for permission to roam around? I'm not always gonna be there to hold your hand when you cross the street y'know. Now, get outta here before I change my mind."
Skye chuckled and waved at Uncle Zeke before walking away into the town. -
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Username: Ventez
Character Name: Skye Xaviers
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Laid back
Bad/Good: Good
Cursed/Not cursed: Not cursed
Special Ability(ies): Clairvoyance (ability to have visions or "feelings" of the future)
Regular Ability(ies): Has done some boxing in the past, is quite smart, and an excellent card player.
Past: Skye was raised by his Uncle Zeke ever since his parents mysteriously disappeared only months after he was born. Uncle Zeke taught him the basic facts of life and allowed him to learn how to be a very independent young man. Now, he will be going off to college in a few months and is hoping to make the best of the future.
Other: Cheese is totally awthwum
Prieview Post: Skye sat on a park bench, gazing at the pedestrians who passed by, chatting and laughing. The adults were the ones he watched most carefully. He imagined himself being like one of them. Whether it was the stressed business man who clumsily dropped his papers on the sidewalk, or the beaming father playing catch with his son on the grass while his wife sat on a picnic blanket close by. Ah, the future seemed to turn out well for many people, but what had it in store for him?
"Stop staring Skylark, you look like a fool." Uncle Zeke who sat next to him reading the newspaper said, slapping him behind the head. -
Xentus entered the building. To his disappointment, it was dilapidated and completely deserted. A few rats passed by him in a hurry, scurrying to their own areas of the building they had marked as their home. For a few moments, Xentus even considered it as a possible home, but then realized how ridiculous the idea was.
He walked for a while until reaching the roof. Surrounding the building was what appeared to be a desert. His eyes looked at the cobblestone path he had been traveling.
Truth be told, Xentus was actually in the middle of nowhere. Not a soul in site except for the pests inside of the building. As he thought about it, Xentus gazed down and saw something half buried into the sand. Once he left the building, he stood on top of the object, tapping on it with his feet. The object was large and metallic. It could be of use to him.
After digging, a large rocket-like figure stood before him. Xentus went inside.
To his delight, although he could not feel any form of delight, Xentus saw that it was a working ship.
"Yes, this will do just fine..." -
Xentus had been walking for several hours. His legs did not ache, and he did not feel one bit tired. In the horizon, he gazed at a tall building of some sort. He could not yet tell exactly what it was. Perhaps it was a tower, or maybe even a castle.
"Maybe there are others inside of it..." he whispered coldly, dragging his sword in the ground as it made a line that mapped his path. "In that case...I should come prepared."
Xentus raised his sword quickly and sliced it through the cool air. He thought of himself as an explorer, on an expedition in which he would discover things and defeat anything that got in his way.
How exciting... he thought sarcastically.
At that exact moment, a cold chill ran up his spine and he heard a whisper in his ear say "Xentus."
He stopped for a few moments, then shrugged it off and continued walking. -
I enjoy sad endings because it leaves open ended questions for the viewer to keep entertained with until the possible sequal. Also, it's a nice break from the usual stereotypical crap of a hero that saves a damzel in distress and kills the villain.