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Thread table for forum City of Lost Angels - Character Fiction

Oren Itano	oren	12/10/08 18:25	View
	Missy	12/10/08 22:22	View
The backstory of Vulpes.	Vulpes	12/11/08 01:46	View
Erica Kessel	Erica Kessel	12/11/08 07:52	View
Missy's Story.. a Do-over and another Chapter	Missy	12/11/08 22:38	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/11/08 23:48	View
	oren	12/11/08 23:57	View
Kwekwe's Backstory	Kwekwe Karu	12/12/08 01:02	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/13/08 00:35	View
Eternal Sunset	Missy	12/13/08 12:19	View
	Kit Ristow	12/14/08 00:01	View
	ShyMathys	12/14/08 00:27	View
Masks	Alissa	12/14/08 00:58	View
	Lorae	12/14/08 01:24	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/14/08 22:07	View
Missy's Story Continued..Part 3	Missy	12/16/08 08:43	View
Missy's Story Part 4: Innocence Shattered	Missy	12/16/08 18:34	View
Missy's Story Part 5: Innocence Annihilated	Missy	12/18/08 17:16	View
Small Dangers	Vox	12/18/08 21:36	View
Saint of The Abyss: Part 1	Luciferiel	12/19/08 05:21	View
Zero....-1	Justa Zero	12/19/08 17:38	View
Zero....1	Justa Zero	12/19/08 18:26	View
Óðr’s Daughter. Chapter I: A Guiding Dream	Asil Karu	12/20/08 02:39	View
Omega To Alpha	erinnic	12/23/08 16:49	View
Her Bloody Tears [-Past Event-]	Methias	12/23/08 18:09	View
Lost Kitsune - A Shattered Mind	Kiera	12/25/08 18:51	View
Usr's story Part IV	UsrBinPerl	12/27/08 20:34	View
The Essex	Heir Maelstrom	12/29/08 04:23	View
Kwekwe's shame	Kwekwe Karu	12/30/08 18:11	View
Joint Round Robin Fic Anyone...?	erinnic	12/30/08 19:07	View
God Was On Her Lips As She Died	erinnic	01/02/09 23:31	View
Love and Betrayal - A New Beginning	kessjuliesse	01/03/09 13:46	View
The Diary of Cody Woodhen	codywoodhen	01/05/09 21:35	View
Missy's Story Part 6: Innocence Abducted	Missy	01/07/09 06:23	View
Cursed Blade	Yannis_Martynov	01/08/09 21:27	View
Story Thread: Community Round Robin Fic	erinnic	01/09/09 23:25	View
The demon within	Canly Fargis	01/11/09 16:14	View
Ziau- CoLA's Very Own Casanova	Ziau	01/13/09 02:09	View
Twisted Attentions	erinnic	01/21/09 20:34	View
Inspiration- music and roleplay	Ziau	01/26/09 08:01	View
Compilation! Where were you when it all happened?	Ziau	01/28/09 09:12	View
The Clock Struck Midnight	Malice Ashdene	01/28/09 22:31	View
With Precision- a poem by Kelly Welch A.k.A Ziau Jua.	Ziau	01/29/09 04:36	View
Alisa's dicovery of a new world (character sheet + story)	Alisa Draconia	01/30/09 19:17	View
The Shadow Stepper- Ziau the Enshadowed.	Ziau	02/01/09 07:26	View
Krista Lemon arrives to the streets of Lost Angels	Krista	02/03/09 00:09	View
Back Story Upto the Excile of Rune.	RuneCrimson	02/03/09 21:59	View
War with the Brood, war with the Coven, and the Pack.	Ziau	02/07/09 04:11	View
-- Halcyon's Backstory --	Halcyon Nacht	02/08/09 00:22	View
Planer/Exonar family (aka, Erinyse, Khalan, Viridian, Cummere, Selena)	Cummere Mayo	02/08/09 03:53	View
Kit's Backstory	Kit Ristow	02/10/09 18:40	View
Eyes in the Dark	Keyla	02/11/09 09:47	View
Surfacing Part I	Llyr	02/13/09 22:21	View
Surfacing Part II	Llyr	02/13/09 22:35	View
Tama-Chan: A Cat's Story (Tamara's background)	Tamara	02/17/09 07:35	View
Project: A map of Post Apocalypse North America	Tamara	02/17/09 19:21	View
Dreamtime Revelations	Winter	02/19/09 18:08	View
Reaver-the echo of the Blackwind	AntiZero	02/23/09 00:43	View
On the Origin of Species	Tamara	02/25/09 22:38	View
Confession	Kit Ristow	02/26/09 01:39	View
Personnel File: Pointe, Zsuzsanna C. (Inactive, Deceased)	Su Pointe	02/26/09 03:32	View
Malice, in a Different Kind of Wonderland	Malice Ashdene	02/27/09 18:07	View
The Dark of Inspiration	Kit Ristow	03/01/09 21:42	View
Jheric: Crucified	Kayle Ashdene	03/03/09 10:53	View
It's my life	arsene_Braveheart	03/05/09 18:18	View
The Tradgedy of the Hybrid	Digital Enigma	03/29/09 07:09	View
The Sin of Wrath	molly switchblade	04/02/09 21:28	View
Golden Boy	Ephran Ehrler	04/15/09 06:12	View
Story About A Girl	Aesendria	04/24/09 15:34	View
Climaxe by Smith and Wesson	Sloan	04/28/09 06:19	View
My new project ATTENTION Russian Characters!	Ziau	05/01/09 06:42	View
NSFW A Typical Tuesday Night for Missy	Missy	05/06/09 20:48	View
Post your profile links!	Cortero Landar	05/07/09 10:25	View
Making Logan Suffer	Aesendria	05/12/09 07:09	View
Jeanne Varun	Jeanne Varun	05/14/09 08:24	View
The Vanguard's True Purpose	Logan	05/16/09 01:03	View
Cortero's Infernal Armor	Cortero Landar	05/16/09 06:52	View
Bookstore Surprise	Aesendria	05/16/09 23:16	View
Post your profile links if you have in-story info in them!	Cortero Landar	05/18/09 10:33	View
Promises	Aesendria	05/24/09 02:44	View
Cyber Evolution Bios, Anur Seda, Cyber Reaper, and Commander of CE	Theassassin	06/08/09 11:28	View
Was any of it real?	Youko_Giha	06/12/09 15:28	View
A shift in priorities	Logan	06/17/09 04:21	View
Going home	Ludvig	06/17/09 19:10	View
'Ren in Japan	oren	06/18/09 23:11	View
Thelma across the board	ThelemaJuliesse	06/26/09 15:09	View
Pre-fiction: How Kayteear got here.	Kayteear	07/15/09 16:43	View
Story Time	Charissa	07/17/09 19:03	View
Pack Airship RP.	Tai	07/27/09 02:49	View
My Character	Lilith13	08/05/09 22:34	View
Lilith	Lilith13	08/06/09 09:30	View
The Haunter in the Dark	Shadow	08/14/09 21:50	View
The Flying Heads	Kwekwe Karu	08/16/09 16:52	View
Why selling coffins is impossible in CoLA	Ziau	08/23/09 04:14	View
Paint it red!	Ziau	08/23/09 07:51	View
Young Cowards.	Ziau	08/23/09 08:28	View
Great video for RPers and people passionate about writing.	Ziau	09/05/09 08:55	View
Dux - 264 BC	Dux	09/10/09 18:41	View
The Thing at South Gate Sanitarium	Shadow	09/15/09 22:09	View
♪♫ Do you wanna RP my avatar ♪♫	Kayteear	09/17/09 14:45	View
Jessica's Mother	Jessica Susser	09/21/09 04:19	View
Ziau Challenged me to. NSFW	ChasityDawes	09/21/09 07:17	View
The Divine Machine.................	Theassassin	09/21/09 22:29	View
I Bleed my Blood for Myself.	Ziau	09/22/09 22:28	View
Cronicle of a death	Kayteear	09/24/09 01:34	View
"Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself"	DavidJoshua Artful	09/26/09 17:07	View
Old Versus New	Digital Enigma	09/27/09 20:28	View
The Shadowed Order, The Eternal Order, Ordo Machina	Theassassin	10/06/09 06:55	View
Elamyrath's History	Elamyrath	10/10/09 00:52	View
The here, the now, the dead. The Minus.	TheMinus Ziskey	10/10/09 12:41	View
Before bed ritual.	Amy Guisse	10/17/09 04:13	View
Alone?	Ike	10/18/09 15:34	View
IS this High School again?	Theassassin	10/24/09 12:49	View
Sidhe vs Drow	Orlok Lectar	10/29/09 04:08	View
Daddy blues	arsene_Braveheart	11/17/09 19:01	View
Chronicles of SIE	agentlyseria	11/22/09 12:27	View
The Lady In Black(A Drokan Exile Twisted Love Story)	AntiZero	11/29/09 06:36	View
The growing Darkness.	Leirain Koray	12/01/09 11:04	View
The lycan	Kayteear	12/01/09 16:00	View
City of Lost Jackman: The Untold Hollywood Blockbuster	AntiZero	12/02/09 07:11	View
Coming home for christmas ..	Kes	12/10/09 22:17	View
Bunneh Vs. Lich, DBZ style	Karsha Yutani	12/14/09 11:59	View
A Farewell	Roland	12/16/09 20:50	View
Of Death and Rebirth	Digital Enigma	12/21/09 20:14	View
The Story of Reoco	Reoko Farspire	02/06/10 20:47	View
Homecoming......... The Story of Orpheus Darkfold	OrpheusDarkfold	03/11/10 02:27	View
The Story of Orpheus Part 2	OrpheusDarkfold	03/13/10 23:15	View
Who owns who?	Kayteear	03/22/10 22:03	View
Missing the Ocean	ricercar	03/23/10 22:27	View
Letter to the editor: Manners in LA	Tink	03/25/10 16:58	View
Chasity Backstory	ChasityDawes	06/14/10 19:43	View
Something Black and Violent...	DavidJoshua Artful	06/19/10 22:23	View
Doctor Visit	erinnic	07/12/10 04:26	View
Gabby Perdide	vacantghost	07/19/10 04:42	View

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Poster	Message	Date
UsrBinPerl	Usr lay sleeping in bed in her junk filled makeshift apartment she had pulled together in the abandoned high school. She had been cleaning it up, slowly, but as she collected more and more books, electronics crap and other things to make a "home" things like clean sheets and sweeping up the pile of construction debris in the corner had taken a lower priority. The dirty sheets on her bed had pulled up around her, twisting around her long limbs. Her naked sleeping body drenched the mattress with sweat even though the room was chilly. A moan escaped her lips as the nightmares of her past, long held at bay by her border-line alcoholism, began to slither into her mind. ------------------------------------------------- Father Michael Emmett sat at his desk as the gaggle of 7th grade girls filtered into his classroom for 6th period Latin I. Twenty one in all, the last one to enter and find her seat was his favorite. A lanky, somewhat bookish girl, Deidre Olivia McDonnough rushed into the room, her arms full of twice as many books as the other girls carried. Father Emmett looked at Deidre with a smile. He had met the mother, Olivia, at a Parents Association meeting 2 years earlier. Emmett had spent his earlier years in Rome and immediately recognized her accent as that of an Italian national, even though her English was practically flawless. He later learned that her Latin was flawless as well. Deidre's mother had long worked as some sort of historian at the Nunciature of the Holy See down in DC and Emmett had run into her during a Latin language symposium. She was a charming woman, intelligent, graceful and dignified. Unfortunately, with the exception of her mother's intelligence, Deidre took after her father, all the way down to her gazelle like frame. Father Emmett had met him once, and only once. Michael Timmet McDonnough had none of the social graces of his wife. A lean, tall, dark haired man, his face had a mean and jagged scar from his eye to his chin that had been obviously sutured in less than ideal conditions. He looked out of place in the sea of well-heeled parents, all dressed in formal attire at the annual Holton-Arms School fund raiser. His suit was obviously borrowed, it's light gray polyester shining in a sea of dark woolen tuxedos. Were it not for the fact that the man just flat out smelled dangerous, Father Emmett was sure one of the other parents would have made a snide remark to him. While Holton-Arms was not Sidwell Friends or Georgetown Day (where the true blue bloods went), the school attracted the upper echelons of Beltway Roman Catholics. Luckily, all the parents gave the man a wide berth. Emmett had tried to strike up a conversation with the Deidre's father, but he was quiet, allowing his wife to function as his social interface to the world, while he stood there, obviously wanting to be somewhere else. Emmett saw Mr. McDonnough smile only once that night, when the McDonnough's only child tried to sneak up behind him to hug him. He twirled around, mid-conversation, as if he had eyes in the back of his head and scooped the girl up into his arms. “Heya cupcake, you behavin' yourself?” the man said, his ugly scar made nearly invisible by the big wide smile on his face. His bright blue eyes twinkled as he smiled at his pride and joy. “Nope! Of course not, Daddy. I've already put itching powder on all the toilet seats.” Deidre giggled, winking at her father. “Well, good...” he said and leaned in to whisper something in her ear. The two had started laughing. A guffaw really at their shared private joke. Olivia stood there and smiled at the two. Father Emmett had wondered if the woman realized how much her family stuck out from the rest of Holton-Arms. Or if she really cared. Father Emmett cleared his throat as the girls in his Latin I class quieted down. He stood up and turned to face the crucifix on the wall, the girls all taking the cue. “In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.” began Father Emmett. The girls responded in unison, “Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem...” as one of the 9th graders slipped through the door to hand Father Emmett a slip of paper. Emmett read the paper as the girls continued, “...credo in Spiritum Sanctum, sanctam Ecclesiam catholicam, sanctorum communionem...” When they finished he said “Ok, open up your Wheelocks text to page 54 and translate the first two paragraphs... Deidre, will you come up here for a moment?” The girl stood up and strode down the aisle, stumbling over a bag left in it.”Klutz” she thought. At 12 she was by far the tallest girl in her class and the most clumsy. She came up to the desk and said “Yes, Father Emmett?” “Deidre, your father just called. He said that they just got back from Italy and were stopping by to pick you up... something about an eye doctor's appointment for you," said the priest. Deidre knotted her brow, trying to remember an eye appointment. Her eyesight was a little weak as of late and she did have an appointment. She thought for a moment, trying to remember the date. She had few friends in or out of school. Most of her time was spent in her room, reading through library books or, if she was lucky, copies of things her Mother brought home. By age eight she had been fluent both in her mother's native tongue as well as the Latin her mother relied upon for her duties at the Nunciature. She generally had to slip those papers out of her mother's study. A curious child, she had begun delving into the history of the Church, what she termed “the spooky stuff.” All those nights, reading under the sheets with a flashlight, had begun to take a toll on her eyes. When her parents said something about an eye doctor, she thought "Great... the geekiest girl in class get's eye glasses... Katie Riley will pick on me even more so." She smiled and shrugged and said “He probably forgot the date...” and grabbed her books. Taking a pass from Father Emmett, she waved and walked out the door. Deidre bounded down the front steps of the school, books in hand. She had forgotten her jacket that morning, but it wasn't yet chilly enough to worry about being cold. Her skirt swished about her legs, barely covering the scabs on her knees. As she reached the driveway to the school, she saw her father's car. She smiled as the door to the car opened and she raced towards it. “Uncle Norb!” she shouted, a gleam in her eyes. Uncle Norb wasn't really a relative. She had none of those other than her father and mother. He was one of her father's oldest friends and she loved him because, unlike her father, he would tell the war stories her father kept from the family. It wasn't until last year that she more or less understood what it was that her father did for a living. His long absences had always been taken as fact in her house and it was during those absences that Uncle Norb had started to come around. More a grandfather than an Uncle, he treated her more adult than any child could hope, telling her the truth with a minimal of filtering. She understood that what her father did was secret and that it was so important he couldn't tell her. Knowing this tidbit of information drew her closer to her father during his rare times at home. “Heya Deidre...” Norbert Laurence said, his face ashen. “Hop on in...” Deidre hopped in to the back seat, fully expecting to see her Father and Mother sitting up front. Instead, she looked over at a very serious looking man sitting “on the hump” between her and Norbert. In the front were two men she had never seen before, all dressed in dark suits, all with short cropped hair and serious faces. She leaned over the man in the middle as the automatic door locks clicked and the car sped down the driveway “Uncle Norb... where's Mom and Dad?” she said, a little worried. She had some of her father's sense of being able to tell when a situation smelled fishy and this all seemed wrong somehow. The man in the passenger seat turned around. In his hand was a very large gun. Deidre gasped and reached for the door, but the man between her and Uncle Norb grabbed her, and held her tight. Norbert turned to Deidre, a tear in his eye and muttered “I'm sorry kiddo.” as the man shot a tranquilizer dark into the child's arm. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and it all went dark. The man in the middle slumped the girl against the door and stared forward as if he he hadn't just done anything wrong. Norbert sighed a resigned sigh and turned to look out the window, watching the fall of Maryland pass him by. As the car swung onto the Beltway he noticed the driver took the wrong on-ramp, going away from Virginia. Norbert turned and growled “Hey, dummy, you missed your turn...” The man sitting next to him turned, his face blank and expressionless. The man grabbed Norbert quick as a snake and rammed a large needle into Norbert's leg. As the world around him began to fade away Norbert prayed silently for forgiveness. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Four dead in traffic accident THE ASSOCIATED PRESS Chevy Chase -- The State Patrol says four people were killed when a car hit a concrete barrier on the Capital Beltway yesterday afternoon. The Maryland State Patrol told the Washington Post that the driver of the car, an 38-year-old Potomac man likely suffered a heart attack and lost control of the car. The car hit the concrete barrier and immediately exploded, shutting down the Capital Beltway for 2 hours. Among the dead are the man's 39 year old wife, 12 year old daughter and 72 year old Norbert Laurence of McLean, Va. Identities of the family are pending notification of next of kin. ---------------------------------------------------------- Usr's eyes snap open, her face covered in sweat, her arms torn up from scratches. She reaches over to her nightstand and grabs the glass of lukewarm water and drinks greedily, wiping her face on the sheet tossed to the side. Pushing herself into a sitting position, she pulls her knees up to her chest and grabs them, rocking steadily. “Dammit Missy,” she mutters. The alcohol had kept all her memories distant and as vague as smoke. Quitting drinking wasn't something she particularly wanted to do, but was doing it to prove a point to Missy. Unfortunately, quitting had only opened the flood gates of Usr's memories and they were now rushing in during her sleep. Bits and pieces, here and there, she remembered little enough of them, thankfully, but what she did remember was usually important. She reaches over and grabs the scraps of paper she habitually keeps next to her bed and scribbles down one word. “Deidre”	12/14/08 22:07
Missy	Usr.. you have to continue this. Wonderful wonderful wonderful writing. (And I'm not just saying that because you mention my character at the end :P). Is it any freaking wonder that CoLA is the best RP sim in SL? Nope. Not with talent like this.	12/15/08 18:30
UsrBinPerl	Missy, Thanks. I tried working on this a bit last night but ran into a bunch of ugly ugly ugly issues with what I wrote. Everything I wrote was flat and stale and utterly unbelievable because I was holding back because the next few chapters are especially dark and disturbing. A lot of this we've talked about in private IMs and I think I figured a way to muddle through this bit of difficulty, but the next few chapters are still going to be very hard for me to write.. so it might be a day or two before I get it the next bit out... So far it's looking like it'll be around 24 parts. I've been thinking about Usr's backstory for almost a year, writing notes and backfilling it in slowly. One thing that has come of this is I've found a new respect for writers like Dickens, who serialized their works. Once it's out, you can't go back and tweak a fact to make it fit a storyline you haven't totally fleshed out in detail. Thanks for the encouragement. It's been a very long time since I've tried to write anything seriously.	12/15/08 18:42