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[RP] The Omnicide Reality
Frenchfry:
Stefan stayed there, with the girl sobbing on his chest, until it was over and the bodies were disposed of. Lowering his head, he whispered to the girl, "It's over. They're gone."
Slowly, she raised her head and backed away from Stefan. Her face was beet red from tears.
Turning back to where he'd come from, Stefan managed his typical wave-salute.
"If you ever need me, I'm at bed 32."
Continuing down the corridor, he head a bit of scratching coming from one of the rooms. Poking his head in, he saw the new sniper scribbling on the wall at a blurring speed. It looked like he was having a conversation with someone. Only there was nobody else there.
"...Oh, cool. A REAL headcase. Way more interesting than all those angsty brats I've been stuck with. What's your name, man? I'm Stefan, your new best friend."
Silver:
"Calx" He mumbles, looking away from his work and at the man.
Frenchfry:
Stefan looked at the numbers for a moment. What the hell was that?
"Calx, eh? Were you born with that one or did you have to change your name when you fled to Mexico, which I'm assuming you've had to do at some point?"
Mr Pokemon:
Demos didn't want to watch the execution. He went, though. His feet drew him, the pounding of hundreds of footsteps forced him. Another pair added to them. 216 now. He arrived at the showing. A girl caught his eye. On the platform. Nuse around her neck, crying. She reminded him of something. Someone. He looked away, the face burned in his mind. Aria. Demos didn't want to be reminded of Aria. He kicked the seat in front of him.
"God dammit! They don't deserve this!"
He left the place.
"God.. dammit.." Tears in his eyes now. "Why.. Why is humanity so corrupt.."
He was at his bed, trying to relax. Deep breaths. The face still there. He couldn't not see it, no matter how much he closed his eyes.
This is what Omnicide does to people, he thought. This is their sick, twisted game. I'll play along. I'll play. I'll survive. For her.
St. Jimmy:
As Crimson walked toward his room he noticed someone crying. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but he it wasn't any of his business.
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