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Friday. The final day. It almost sounds climactic, especially given how I decided to note each date. But it's finally here. And, so am I. I think I will sleep good, one of these nights. Lovingly with absolutely no care. It's like unprotected sex. Intentional, unprotected sex.

Haha.

This is the last day I need to knock out before I can reclaim my decent days. I just gotta get through it, I gotta keep at it. But, something else has been bothering me, too. It's dreams, mixed dreams, of people who I thought I got rid of, and people I'm slowly letting go of, right now. I do not need this, and I do not need anybody. If I can keep telling myself that, then perhaps I will stop thinking about these people. I hate them, and what they do to me, mentally. I can do without the injustice of incriminating myself, due to the influence of my emotions...but I feel as if I will not be winning, anytime soon.

....

I probably won't ever win. Short victories mean nothing, and are often with temporary nature. I could possibly do better with each time, but I don't think I'll ever win, exactly. Emotions are so unfair.

Anyway, it's supposed to be raining today. It was supposed to be raining all this week, but there wasn't really much of that. Still, just the idea of it being present is nice, and it doesn't exactly ruin any sort of situation or ideal that I work with. I guess I should just hope that this day alone makes up for it.

...

I happened to meet my co-worker on the train, I wonder what will come of this day, next?

...

...........

....-Urk!

Spoiler

Hello, God.

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"...Hello? HELLO!?! Where is..am! Where is the... J-A-M!?!?!?!?! I NEED!"

Our hero has returned.

"GIVE ME THE JAM."

...And he is just as distraught as always.

"Whoaaaaa~!? The button, it's inside, inside! I can see the button... Inside!!!!@W:SQREW"

Ah.

Yes, the BUTTON. A device so devastatingly important to one man's identity, that he would surely destroy everything in his way, in order to receive it. ...To press the button, is to be one with life itself! Or, at least, grasp a small sense of it. This was what Deli had thought to himself, upon spotting a cigarette lighter receptacle within a car feet away from the others that he had shouted to, prior. Though, he wasn't exactly drawing their attention toward him, but more so, going on as he would, naturally. He was a troubling man, wasn't he? What with his miserable disposition, and uncertainties. He had thought that, perhaps, you know, for sure, that pressing this button would undo his forgotten memory.

Yes, perhaps it would have,  however, the alarming noise that rung from around the cars exterior had dissuaded him, otherwise.

"Haaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!! N..ise! Noise, Noise! LOUD. WOO, WOO, WOO, WOO", He began to cry. This noise was overbearing, and it had begun to take over him, having collapsed at the ground, his hands darting for where his ears would be, had it not been for the intervention of the rough, yet flaky mask that he wore. Having drawn but a hand to the doors handle, he had been rewarded, or more so, cursed by the deafening roar of the automobile, which had seemed to bark solely at him. Almost madly, too. This has seemed to draw the attention of the others, but, fortunately for him, they had begun to depart from here, for one reason, or another. It wasn't as if Deli had the time to rationalize the situation. No, it wasn't as if he was even rational to begin with! But, strangely, Deli had felt something there.

Hello.

It  was as if he was able to make out a tone of speech through the blare of the alarm.

"Hel-"

You have to push that button.

"...What's that button have to do with anything?"

It just might bring me back.

"Bring who back?"

God, of course.

"HELLO GOD, HELLO God, HELLO GOD!"

I think it is best we get moving. Those others are moving up ahead, and for sure, if we are to stick around here, things would take a turn for the worst. ...You haven't realized it, have you? They are everywhere. That thing, the one in the DUMPSTER. You know what that was, don't you? You know who those things are, that were fighting against those other THINGS too, don't you? It's best we follow them, those THINGS.

"But, what if they don't like being FOLLOWED?"

...

...Can you do anything on your own? Was it really alright for me to trust in you? 

...

"But, I can do anything, can't I, #@$!#$?"

You can't do anything. You can't even recall our own NAME.  And, don't talk with such an innocent slur... That is not the voice we were given.

"But, who are we, really?"

...I don't really know, but, if you can just trust in me, then we should be alright.

"...But, what should I do?

You can repeat after me...

[Pirururururururu~]

The ants were lining up, one by one.

The ants were lining up, one by one...

[....Pirururururururu]

[. . .Pirururur]

[..PPppppp........]

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W O N D E R F U L W O R L D .

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Outside, Ras and the others agreed to move diagonally through the parking to get to the other end. Despite all the noise, the fiends in the other store were too busy gorging on meat to come and look. As the moved passed some of the parked automobiles, they noticed that there were people hiding in their cars. Try as they might however, these survivors refused to come with them. Instead choosing to try their phones again, or just cover their ears.

Somewhere in the middle, Ras' and Sheriff Riyon's groups finally merged into one. Again. After exchanging a few words of greeting, they made their way to the ambulance and police car without incident. There, a few of the survivors began raiding the two vehicles for weapons and supplies while others tried to start them up but realized quickly that they didn't have the proper keys.

That was Deputy Emile noticed the other deputies and first responders inside the supermarket -- as well as the four fiends preparing to pounce on those outside. These four were tall and skinny, like the man, but different. One had flesh-like wings attached to it's body, while another looked like a hairless howler monkey. The third sat on the roof like a lizard on a rock, minus the tail while the last one looked like the corpse of a teenaged babysitter come back to unlife. As soon as Emile raised the alarm, the four of them pounced.

And this was where things started to turn for the worst. 

Having recuperated with an additional set of humans, the cast had gathered in numbers fit for a small house party. And oh, what a small party, it turned out to be. Blood had began to spill, left and right, but of course, not within our heros direction. Oh no, you see, without any indication of a party, or even directions to said party, Deli had arrived rather late on the scene, but one would say this ended up being a good thing. He had went by, undetected. And, had it not been for the pep talk he had received prior, he would have remained that way... However, there was one thing for sure, he knew he had to do.

He had to save Riyon, and Gorilla, by default.

THEY would need to stick together after all, wouldn't they?

...

He had began to run off, having dashed through the small clearing he had found his way into beforehand, and having now exposed himself to the open, where the lizard based entity had set its sights on Riyon. For sure, without any other outside interjection, Riyon would die. Deli knew this.

 ...

He knew? What else was it that he knew? It was as if, perhaps, he had immersed himself within the envision of someone else. Someone, much more rational, and certainly, much more collected at the brain. But yet, his thoughts still belonged to him, as he found himself nearly flustered over the thought of seeing the Ant Queen within a bikini, once more.

...But, he would have to save those masturbatory thoughts for another time. @!#@$@!, the man in his head said so.

Having now drawn himself out into the clear, !#@Q#! had revealed Deli's trusty switchblade, having thrown it within the lizard mans trajectory, aiming for its gaping mouth, before running within the direction opposite of Riyon. He had hoped, that he could at least draw off the attention of the lizard for some time, or at the very least, grant the monster some indecisiveness, as it now had two targets to take care of.

I intend on reviving myself with the current post I am working on, right now. Please, pray for me, my Lovers.

@Visitor: What couldn't Deli bring himself to do? Touch the monster's skin? And the fact that he has flaky skin, in his mind, means that he must not be human?

Yes. He couldn't bring himself to touch the monster, to confirm whether or not he was the only one with an odd texture of skin. However, he is only going by the mask that he wears, as I believe I mentioned earlier that it was getting flaky, and deteriorated. There is also an instance where he feels the water against his actual skin, but before he can touch his lips to realize it, the mask falls back over his face.

With the absence of  Pedro, the assembly was made so fluid, and functioned within such a proper way, that the ants found themselves giddy with excitement. There was such an absolute pep in their step. You could say that no one really cared much for his girth, or his identity at all, as none of the ants shed a tear for their subdued comrade. Pedro was no more, and now business flourished. 

The ants were lining up, one by one.

....

The ants were lining up, one... by one.

....

Static rang within the hollow field of the dumpster, though quite possibly this sort of noise fell on deaf ears. Yes, perhaps this noise was simply in Deli's head, as he was unable to process the entirety of what happened, in this time. But how could he grasp it, anyway? He was sure that he was swimming along the coast, somewhere much farther, distant from SANCTUARY, and quite possibly in a space so ALIEN from here. Perhaps, that was truly where he belonged, and he had been abandoned as a child, left to suffer here, upon this wretched earth. It was then that he thought, maybe I am the only true being, and that just maybe, no one on this earth but him was worth any VALUE. That would make sense, or rather, it would have made him feel better, especially after having his hands caked in the blood of some unknown recipient. His switchblade more so, to be exact. He hadn't noticed the filthy smell of his home until just then, actually, and the smell alone was enough for him to rear back, hugging his sides as he took refuge at a far corner.

"M..Mach!! Mach S-Speed!!"

Putrid, repugnant...who could live in such a place like this? It was then, that he found himself thinking upon whether this sort of living situation was normal or not. Normal. What was normal, again? Was it sleeping outside the local Supermarket, spending the hours watching passerbys' come and go? Was it housing an ant colony within a make shift container, in hopes that the ANT GOD would acknowledge his charitable spirit? 

"WHAT'S SO NORMAL ABOUT THAT!?!?!"

Saliva began to pool at the mans' lap, seeping from beneath his elongated mask, that by now had been left soggy, and misconstrued, due to the humidity of the dumpster. He had decided it was best to give up on these thoughts, as it had left him feeling numb enough that he couldn't even notice he was drooling, and by now, he was beginning to question his humanity. His hands clasped at his facial area, he attempted to map out his features, but all he was able to infer was that his 'skin' was rough, and flaky. 

But, the people outside don't have flaky skin, do they? The creature that dared to invade his home didn't have flaky skin, either. Or did it?

This was the last thing he just had to know.

Creeping up on the fallen figure, Deli still had his wits about the situation. It wasn't so much the fact that this creature was so bizarre, but more so, he was so terrified of himself, that he didn't want to be shocked by yet another reveal. "Fl..ky! Flaking, chipped...fragment-EEeek!!"

But in the end, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

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Peeking out of the large, green dumpster to see if flowers had finally started growing from the sky, Deli decided he could use a drink of water. Behind the supermarket was a bike pump and water COOLER for the local kids, it was one of the way Mrs. Todd had given back to the community. The steel rectangle had a BUTTON(Button!!) on top that Deli liked to push, which rewarded him with cold water and the occasional vibration. Reaching the corner of the building, he heard the ruckus and ignored it in favor of watching a line of ANTS crawl up the side of the building.

A Gantz RP.

I'm not really interested in any other RP at the moment, so for "Naifu" to terminate this one, would be a real shame.

XD

 

Maybe next time a best character award?

and/or most important character in an rp.

 

idk xD

Deli.

I am certainly having a lot of FUN with Deli.

I am also attempting to PREPARE myself for his inevitable meeting with the rest of the cast.

...Shocking!!

“In my lifetime I have murdered 21 human beings, I have committed thousands of burglaries, robberies, larcenies, arsons' and last but not least I have committed sodomy on more than 1,000 male human beings. For all these things, I am not in the least bit sorry.”

“Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you’re screwing around.”

"Tell my family and friends I love them. Tell the governor he just lost my vote. Y'all hurry this along. I'm dying to get out of here. 

“I did not get my Spaghetti-O’s. I got spaghetti! I want the press to know this!”

Yes, these were the thoughts that had currently crossed Deli's mind at the time. You see, to his surprise, this SHADOW was much more tangible than he thought, and had invited itself into his special CHAMBERS. Silence would ring no longer, as the rustling of trash and miscellaneous filth beneath them made their tussle evident. Of course, it was not right away, at least through Deli's perception of time. Oh, the battle took much longer than a few minutes to arrive.

.....

I took a day off on Friday.

An actual day off.

No blogging, no photo tagging, no memory keeping, no admin, no emails.

I worked hard on Thursday night to make it happen, and it was totally worth it.

An entire day to eat, play, rest, nap, play and eat some more.

Gosh, it was good.

* * *

Saturday morning. Jamie wakes up with a high temperature.

He refuses medicine all day.

As he goes to bed in the evening with a burning forehead, he tucks his arms under his sheets, turns his head towards me, and whispers, “I love you, mummy,” before turning his head back to face the wall.

I want to smother him with kisses right there and then, but instead, I brush his fringe away from his eyes and plant a gentle peck on his soft cheek.

“I love you too, my little Jamie.”

* * *

He had begun to envision life as an EARTHLING MOTHER. One, coupled with children, and little time to spare. He was a busy woman, and attributed his trials of labor toward his warm, and loving children--two of them, when he had the time.

.....

Mother...a word so foreign to him,  he was unsure of the importance of the term at the time, yet the word resonated with him completely. Perhaps he was a MOTHER once, too. He could have been anything other than what he was, for what he knew, as he really did not know anything at all! What a troubling thought! Yes, so troubling, that he had almost forgotten about the intruder who found its way into his home, however, he still continued to think.

I spend the rest of Saturday evening settling and re-settling Jamie and Edward, who has also caught the cold.

Despite my growing exhaustion (and frustration), every time I hold them close, touch their hands, kiss their faces and breathe in their smell, I am reminded of how blessed I am.

They are mine.

And I am theirs.

And being their mother is the one thing that no one else can do…

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It was from those thoughts, that he knew that he had to protect Edward and Jamie. His body rising from against the trash, from within the confines of his pocket did he reveal his POCKET Knife, unsheathed, but so worn and serrated. A guaranteed messy cut though, for sure.

"I WANT TO PROTECT EDAWRD-JAMIE", he began to shout, his already hollow and garbled sense of tone echoing against the walls of the dumpster, reaching the ears of the critters that often occupied the base of the dumpster, and below. Surely, the outside world was bound to hear him, even if muffled, and defined only within that large tin husk. Another alarming shriek delivered, the FISH EYED being inches away still moved forward, it's limbs shrouded within the darkness that the two shared from within. Suppose' you could say that it was better that things were left hidden, and indiscernible, as from the sound alone of something plunging against a soft surface, it was anyone's guess as to what truly went down inside there.

And yet, this softened sound grew wet with each blow, until the dumpster itself grew frantic, moving about against the cemented earth and roaring loudly from within.

Until finally, the noise subsided.

"EYEBALLS ARE LIKE BUTTONS, RIGHT?"

Well, the opponent is basically human. So, it's not a tough fight. But why would Deli be stressed? He would actually have to be aware of the dangerousness of the situation. xD

 

I think to start, we should use whatever one would find in the garbage and in Deli's pockets. Eventually, I'd like for the advance tech to make an appearance.

This invader did not even knock! You know, that's very rude...even Vampires knock before entry!

I guess things are going to get messy.

"CONQUER...QUER! WOO."

My post has been submitted. I love long moments of silence between people.

It was just another day.

The ants were lining up, one by one. Nearly leading the line was Alex, who loved to show off his strength, and refused to believe that he was just as strong as any other ant. Some say he lifted thirty times his own weight once! Butch coming up three ants behind, carrying a really neat gift at his back. Small, spherical, he enjoyed the odd design that swirled within, and gathered within an infinite rotation of itself. A marble, that would be stolen by Marcus, once Butch fell asleep. Andro was in the fifth to last section, hurrying along as usual, as he hated to keep Roth waiting. Roth didn't like waiting. But he would have to anyway, wouldn't he? Yes, all of the ants had to wait in line for Pedro, whose overly large body compensated for nothing, and made him more of a liability than anything. And even worse, he was leading the line! You could only imagine the disdain brought from his small, baby like steps. Perhaps he was shy, or maybe he was rather conscious of his own weight, and decided to slow down a little. But as usual, everyone else had to suffer for his sake.

He should have been crushed in an instant.

"Oh dee yooooo~! Yoo Hoo...?"

Our hero arrives on the scene.

"One...Two...Three! Hahaha!"

And he is just as happy as always.

Crouched over, limbs elongated amongst the cemented earth, was Deli, our slouch of a friend. The paper mache' that matted his face and gave absolutely no detail toward his features laid slump against the ground as well, before Deli became one with the earth. Yes, perhaps he should just lay there, and allow the basking heat of the air to consume him. And in his head he thought, Maybe everyone else should, too.

But would they listen to him had he suggested the idea? He's tried to reach out to them before. But, they didn't listen. Like that one time, when he suggested that the humans of the Earth all invest in ant farming, as one day the ANT GOD would come up from the ground and take them to PARADISE. The humans didn't like that. But, why so? He was a human too, wasn't he? Didn't humans listen to each other?

Like that other time, where two humans were conversing with another late at night, just a few feet away from Deli's HOME. One had features that clearly didn't belong to the other, and so he deemed it of the opposite gender. Boy and Girl, yes. From his knowledge, when a BOY and a GIRL are together, they are to perform the SACRED RITUAL of INTERCOURSE on the spot. That's what the BOY insisted, anyway. And, perhaps it was because the BOY and the GIRL were looking in Deli's direction during this sacred ritual, or maybe it was because the fabric of his jeans hugged him rather tight, but he felt something BULGING at the center of his crotch, an odd feeling, seldom granted.

He was a human too, wasn't he?

"AM I T H I N K I N G ? ?"

This was what he thought.

"NOTHING, IT'S NOTHING!" He repeated in a near infinite and slurred speech, his attention turned to the mass of ants that returned to their home, a turned over vial of glass that situated them and many more. Sweat beaded through the thick of his "face", droplets coming together, and interrupting the march of the ants, as they were swamped by a fools anxiety taking its toll. He could have sworn he saw the ants abandon their march, and don swimsuits instead. He could have sworn. But what of the Queen? Did anyone bother to alert her? And if so, would she be swimming as well? The thought of seeing the Queen in a bikini made Deli squirm in the most pleasant of ways. But, these mass of thoughts soon defeated him, and he found his brain to be within a questionable state. Yes, our Hero turned out to be so messy.

"..utton. This....button. P...RESS....ING!!"

Mistaking Pedro to be a rather large black button, Deli delivered no mercy, as the tip of his index finger came down, before centering itself entirely at the ant's torso in a direct manner. It only took but a simple jab, but Deli delivered plenty, the soft texture of the ants exterior growing rather dented, and in time, separated. And that was it, Pedro was no more. He was dead.

"Fingers... Hh-haahhvv! Five. F-Five? Eekeek! My HANDS!! T-two handssss...'Mazing, 'Mazing!!! Count them. O-one, Twoo!"

Just then there was a rustle outside the dumpster, loud enough to distract him from cutting his fingers to prove they were real. But how did he know the pain was REAL, and not all in his head? Before he could continue pondering this new thought, there was yet another rustle, followed by a strong bump.

It must have been the people who always came to take his bedding of trash! Without it, his matrass-dumpster would be too hard too sleep in. Deciding to try and talk them out of their madness, a man's waste bin was his CASTLE after all, he peaked out from under the lid to see a pair of FISH-LIKE eyes staring back at HIM.

This sort of dilemma was granted a moment of silence. A few seconds, if not more. And just then, Deli snapped, retorting with but a simple sentence.

"YOUR SHADOW NEVER BETRAY YOU."

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Yes. It was truly just another day.

                                                                   J.Lo                                                             

Oh yes, The West surely was a Weird place.

A place filled with such oddities and miscellaneous events, that one could often lose themselves in such a vivid sense of imagery, just from hearing of the news from others alone. Things such as, what lies within Duggen Watch, just who is the Undertaker, and what brought about that Storm, that sourced all these problems...questions left unanswered, yet so desired. Word of mouth was key here, and as every speech here was worth its weight in gold, the information held needed to be true to its word. So of course, you could expect every bargain hunter and informant to be skeptical, even when promised the tangibility of prosperity. 

 "You sure this ain't some kinda' trick? You know, one of em' dead end road kind of things? You might be workin' for the Lehmans and all, but don't you think the information they have been given lately has been kinda off the track?"

Yes, it was quite alright to be skeptical within this moment.

"Say, you ain't jiving me, are you? That ain't honest, ya know?"

Marsha's Plateu

Blue Moon Saloon

 Upon hearing of the Undertakers arrival at this designation, J.Lo took this as a sign of promise, or possibly death. But even so, dying honestly wouldn't have been bad at all! Yes, it would have been alright. Had it been his time, surely he would have known, as those crows did their job of making things evident.

Anyway.

The town had a quiet air to it, quite possibly from the aftermath of the Undertakers arrival, or maybe from something else all together. Either way, he was sure that the residents here were in no mood to speak, as the atmosphere he gathered from simply stepping into the populace was one of anguish, yet it still seemed so casual. Black, tattered feathers lingered amongst the ground, some collecting over the rather large mounds of groundwork that seemed about 5 to 6 feet long, at best. Fresh, and still broken. 

"Looks like he really was here. What do you know.."

Focusing on the Saloon just a few feet before him, he stepped forward, the soft soil at his feet coming against his boots with an uncertain sense of resistency that denied what little power he put into each step. Steps, that he soon found himself replacing. Drawn backward, the earth shook beneath him, a forward and retreating motion that repeated itself, disregarding to the whims of the locals as they too, were left to it's onslaught. Drawing the ground up and down, to reveal the corpses that lain beneath those prior mounds, it was a tremor, and a ruthless one at that. However, it only took but a simple step backward for J.Lo to keep his form. Yes, you could say his balance was rather rooted, and in a literal sense, as beneath the right leg of his pants, sported several roots, all ingrained into the earth, which soon retreated into his leg, before disappearing in entirety. The tremor soon died out, until the disheveled nature of the townsfolk remained the only proof left of its existence, as J.Lo was long gone, and had entered the Saloon.

A name that rolled off the tongue, and rolled in the dough just as easily, that was the Blue Moon Saloon. Already packed with so many figures, it was clear to see that they were either taking refuge from the tremor, or coming together for some sort of plan. Was it tied to the Undertaker, perhaps?

....

After giving things some thought, J.Lo began to wonder if chasing after the Undertaker would lead to any treasure at all. Maybe he had just arrived because some folk ran into trouble at the mines, and needed to be properly buried. Hell, maybe there was nothing special going on at all, and that this town just suffered from really tragic tremors. J.Lo felt the need to ask, but just as he was about to, a higher power seemed to interject, and he found his voice overwhelmed by another.

"Enough!" Lambert, the mayor stood up slamming his mug down, "We ain't gonna sit by and let the Weird take our homes right from under us. I'm going down with anyone brave enough to check it out. I'll pay well for each gun that comes along."

Pay well.

Money.

But that's not treasure, is it?

He was ready to speak up once more, but even then did a voice aim to interject.

"Sorry mayor, but we can't pursue anything else till we bring in the gang hiding out below in the Wastes. Court orders. Pretty hefty bounty as well if anyone's interested in riding along."

Gang. Bandits. Outlaws. Thieves. Treasure. Yes, perhaps this was his fated moment after all! J.Lo stepped into the crowd, lips twisted within the fashion of a smirk, prepared to promote himself, only to be shut down, once more.

"Just interested in testing the toughs and fire a few rounds to ease myself." 

Finally fed up with all the interruptions, J.Lo brushed past the soft spoken women, and in a rather obnoxious tone, spoke out.

"Hey, hey, hey! You can't just go around stoppin' a man from talkin and talkin', don't you know? I'm gonna sign up too!"

Today is my day off, so expect a post.

Since I was a child, it has been my dream to buy a dead fish at the market, and play with its eyes.

I will have a post up soon, as I also owe another RP one, as well.