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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

Topic A Farewell

Poster	Message	Date
Roland	It's barely a block from the bar to the cemetery, and the old man makes the trip with time to spare. He'd left earlier than he needed to, banishing the idea of saying goodbye to a last few friends around the city. It wasn't necessary. He's still handsome, even now. Age has been kind to him, gifting him with salt-and-pepper locks and scruff, a face crossed by the kind of lines that add dignity rather than comedy, and his muscles still strain beneath his skin, taught and hard as knotted rope. Only his faded blue eyes are truly old. He turns his heavy gaze from side to side, watching the street around him. No one would attack him tonight, of that he was sure, but old habits die hard. And the city is a dangerous place. The graveyard is empty, save for a smattering of stone angels, their features worn smooth by the wind and the harsh rain. A lone tree twists its way up beside the wall of the accompanying church. Its branches spread against the stones, seeking purchase in the cracks of the masonry and the bullet holes, trying as best they can to hold the creaking thing up like an old man trying to clamber his way up to heaven. It is to this tree that the man walks. His stride is slow and relaxed, more of a rolling, loping stroll than a walk. Hands hooked into the crossed belt around his waist, head tilted slightly downwards, he harkens most closely to a drunken jazz-man. Beaten but never beaten. Lost but never lost. When he reaches the tree, he places his back to it, shifting to adjust for the great-sword and its scabbard, and slides down slowly to a crouch, sitting on his heels. A gnarled hand reaches into his jacket and returns with a bottle of amber liquid. This he sets down on the earth with almost reverential care, and he waits. It isn't long before another figure rounds the corner of the graveyard wall. This man is young, far younger than the other, though he's very nearly as tall. Auburn waves twist and turn haphazardly on his scalp, falling into his eyes and covering most of his ears. A glint of metal can be seen in the bottom of his left ear as he turns and the piercings catch the moonlight. Thick framed black glasses give him a slight intellectual feel, despite the ear-rings and scruffy beard framing his face. The cardboard box in his arms is large, but its contents are light and the young man seems to have no trouble carrying it towards the tree. The shovels beneath the box, however, are another story. He balances them as best he can without knocking the blades against any gravestones. The pen he's chewing on switches back and forth, side to side across his lips as he hums some obscure tune to the night. When the young man reaches the foot of the tree, he stops and the older man stands up, grinning. “'Lo, Rol. How are ya?” Despite the pen, his voice is clear. The faintest hint of an Irish brogue gives his words a light and flowing feel, and he nods to the box, holding it towards the one he had called Rol. Roland takes the cardboard box from the younger man and chuckles, “'M fine, lad. This th' best y'could come up wi' fer transport?” The young man shrugs, grinning now himself, “If you're gonna complain about it, I can jus' cancel th' whole thing, ya know?” Roland shakes his head and sets the box carefully on the ground as the younger man sets the shovels against the wall. Without another word, each man takes a spade and begins to dig. The earth is soft and gives way to their shovels without much effort, and before long a shallow grave lays before them. They both set their shovels back against the wall and turn their attention to the box. A glint of metal appears in the young man's hand, and with a quick slash, the box is opened. Its contents are odd to say the least. A small collection of knick-knacks greets the two men as they both stare into the cardboard container, mixed emotions playing across each of their faces. It's painfully obvious that each item in the box carries almost a sacred feel for the two, but it's the young man that reaches into the box first, lifting his choices out as carefully as though he were lifting a newborn infant. He carries the pipe in one hand, the eyepatch in the other, and he turns back to the small grave beside him. He twists the strings of the eye-patch tightly around the pipe, entangling them in knots and psychotic loops, then lays both items carefully into the earth. He returns to the box and performs similar ceremonies for each item, lifting each carefully and placing them reverentially in place within the grave. Following the patch and pipe are a single horn, curved and shining, metallic black, a stuffed parrot that looks as though it had been used as a club on more than one occasion, a sand-colored cloak, a medic's satchel, still bulging with medicine and gauze, and, finally, an armful of maps and a large golden compass, its glass cracked and needle now pointing crazily in whatever direction it fancied. With this done, the young man steps back away from the grave and looks expectantly to Roland. The older man moves slowly to the grave and looks down at the items within, his face is a mix of sadness, and anger, and joy, and almost a kind of longing. With measured, careful movements, he undoes the belt from his waist. The two revolvers hanging from it, one black, one white, are old and worn and heavy. It's almost a relief to set them down inside the grave. In silence, the two begin to fill the hole they had dug, covering the items in a layer of dirt and grass, and rocks and bone. Roland then pulls the sword from his back and with one, quick movement stabs it straight down into the earth at the head of the grave, the blade sinking down and down and down, until nearly all four feet of the gleaming metal are beneath the earth. The two men sit, and Roland opens the bottle he had set aside earlier. Each takes a drink, and then they begin to talk. They talk of adventure and sacrifice, love and hate, death and rebirth. They each recount tales of their comrades' glory and honor and strength and joy. They speak of bars and booze, women and their wiles. Of hell, and heaven, and the find line that divides the two. For hours, they talk. When the sun rises, the young man is alone in the graveyard. His back propped against the tree, the bottle empty beside him. Roland is gone, vanished as though he never existed. In his place, a single white feather rests, ruby specks flung across its otherwise flawless surface. The young man smiles and picks it up. He takes the bottle, and takes the two shovels, and takes the cardboard box, and sticks the feather in a pocket inside his coat, and then walks away. As he walks, he sings softly to himself. “And in the fury of this darkest hour We will be your light You've asked me for my sacrifice And I am Winter Born Without denying, a faith is come That I have never known I hear the angels call my name And I am Winter Born.” Adios Guil. Adios Rose. Adios Red. Adios Myth. Adios Isaac. Adios Grinn. Abayo, Rol. See ya, folks. No worries. Slainte! -Evan	12/16/09 20:50
Sally Howard	The white haired woman laid her rag down to watch the old man make his way out of the bar. It had been a long time, she doubted he even remembered hiring her. She remembered, she'd really needed a job then, any job. She'd worked mostly for food in those days, tending, sweeping, stripping, whatever. Times were better now, and she rarely worked anymore, but she was really glad she'd came in tonight. "Safe travels" she whispered, then bent down to look under the counter for a semi clean glass to serve the next customer making his way up to the bar.	12/16/09 21:37