Terrance Smith (
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genessia2016-07-17 03:24 pm
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01; Arrival
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[Everyone knows the high-tech looking stand just outside of the bay. Terrance watches this monument with a sour expression, his eyes narrowing before he lowers himself towards the device. He shrugs his backpack off and begins pulling a few tools from it.
When he’s done he turns on his phone and shows the hologram which has now been altered. The white haired blue eyed girl is still there however her appearance is darker, almost sickly, and her head is falling to the side. Occasionally the hologram will twitch in a disturbing or grotesques way. The words belong to Weiss however her tone is deeper as if the recording had been auto tuned.]
" My name is Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, " [The hologram flickers.] "remnant heiress of dust. Panic? Fairly safe, fairly safe….fairly…. Panic. Live a normal life. Kidnapess live a normal life. Fairly normal life. Be aware your monitored. Panic. Pan-"
[The hologram freezes and the figure flickers as if it’s shivering in the cold before continuing again.]
"brief summary. "
[There is another short pause.]
"Panic. Each city possess you. child. Without your permission. North, East, South, West: monitored. Red dust. Red Remnant. Thank you.”
[At the end of the recording the video is turned off and a text is sent out. The name of who it belongs to has been alter to an alias and reads as Mr. Smith. ]
Thanks for the welcome Genessia.
ACTION | STREETS
[Terrance makes a point to hide his face and reply only using texts to those who feel the need to comment on his message. It’d just been some fun and it gives him an interesting gauge of those who populate this new place. People don’t realize how much of themselves they give away.
His backpack is slung over his shoulder as he digs a hand into his pocket for a small circular tin filled with a dark green herb. He pulls out a white skin and rolls bits of the dried green plant into its folds. He then licks his fingers to seal the thin paper. He places the roll between his lips and pockets the tin. His lighter is taken from his pocket next. Two quick flicks and flame flares up burning the tip of his gasper. Smoke rolls up as he exhales, his dark eyes looking over this curious town.
He doesn’t look like he’s lost and he’ll continue to wander until he’s seen all that there is in this city. When night falls he finds a nice looking bench and takes a seat, keeping his backpack and research close. He closes his eyes though he drifts in and out of a light slumber. This isn’t the first time he’s slept on the streets and it most likely won’t be the last.]
[Everyone knows the high-tech looking stand just outside of the bay. Terrance watches this monument with a sour expression, his eyes narrowing before he lowers himself towards the device. He shrugs his backpack off and begins pulling a few tools from it.
When he’s done he turns on his phone and shows the hologram which has now been altered. The white haired blue eyed girl is still there however her appearance is darker, almost sickly, and her head is falling to the side. Occasionally the hologram will twitch in a disturbing or grotesques way. The words belong to Weiss however her tone is deeper as if the recording had been auto tuned.]
" My name is Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, " [The hologram flickers.] "remnant heiress of dust. Panic? Fairly safe, fairly safe….fairly…. Panic. Live a normal life. Kidnapess live a normal life. Fairly normal life. Be aware your monitored. Panic. Pan-"
[The hologram freezes and the figure flickers as if it’s shivering in the cold before continuing again.]
"brief summary. "
[There is another short pause.]
"Panic. Each city possess you. child. Without your permission. North, East, South, West: monitored. Red dust. Red Remnant. Thank you.”
[At the end of the recording the video is turned off and a text is sent out. The name of who it belongs to has been alter to an alias and reads as Mr. Smith. ]
Thanks for the welcome Genessia.
ACTION | STREETS
[Terrance makes a point to hide his face and reply only using texts to those who feel the need to comment on his message. It’d just been some fun and it gives him an interesting gauge of those who populate this new place. People don’t realize how much of themselves they give away.
His backpack is slung over his shoulder as he digs a hand into his pocket for a small circular tin filled with a dark green herb. He pulls out a white skin and rolls bits of the dried green plant into its folds. He then licks his fingers to seal the thin paper. He places the roll between his lips and pockets the tin. His lighter is taken from his pocket next. Two quick flicks and flame flares up burning the tip of his gasper. Smoke rolls up as he exhales, his dark eyes looking over this curious town.
He doesn’t look like he’s lost and he’ll continue to wander until he’s seen all that there is in this city. When night falls he finds a nice looking bench and takes a seat, keeping his backpack and research close. He closes his eyes though he drifts in and out of a light slumber. This isn’t the first time he’s slept on the streets and it most likely won’t be the last.]
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What kindsa lies was it telling?
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You and only you saw right thru it all
Now the rest of us can be enlitened
Were u staying?
Bring ya a cooky
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So basicly yur the same as the girl
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Day1: be an ass
Day2: be an ass
Day3: still an ass hell yah
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Good 2 shaek things up sumtimes
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I don't have a tolerance when it comes to stupid questions.
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Cuz i reely needed 2 ask
Do u like pina coladas?
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On the doonsof a cape?
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Besieds its not reely cuz they just hook up with each other agen
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Yes, I like Piña Coladas and getting caught in the rain
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne
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Tsk tsk
But wat the hell if thers a place called omalleys and thell let me in ill buy yoo a drink for shits and giggles
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However, I will never say no to a free drink.
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[At least according to his phone.]
For now you can call me Mr. Smith.
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Aint scared of ppl noing my name
Hell i like wen ppl no it
But mr smith is a boring name
Come up with sumthing better 4 yu on the way 2 the bar
Brother marcos alreddy pinapple king tho so u cant be that
Sorry
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