Name- Joe Bonham Age- 21 Skills-morse code Gender-male Appearance-no arms or legs no visual on the face, bottom half of the torso attached to a large machine. upper torso has a hospital patient shirt on Inventory- nothing Weaknesses-everything besides thinking and morse code Likes-wants to show people the terror of war Dislikes- life Personality-sad, very very very very very very very very sad Bio- Though his father was never in a war he believed that any man would give up his only begotten son for democracy, and raised Joe to be in the military when he grew old enough. Unfortunately Joe was caught alone his squad pinned down by opposing forces, he tried to help them and even was able to kill a few of the opposition, but this moment of heroism was ended by a RPG that was shot and landed next to Joe. Joe wakes up days later in a hospital bed unaware of what has happened to him but seeing nothing but darkness. other dead
I exit the warehouse, the moonlight shining onto my pale smooth skin, cloaking me in its cold. I shiver in the pleasant feeling, the moonlight being my only comfort since I died. I wish I was the moon sometimes. It seems nice up there, watching over everyone, dead or alive, making sure they are okay. Protected from the monsters of the night. Monsters like me. No one could ever love a ghost. I sometimes wish that whatever damned me to walk this earth forever had just gone ahead and sent me to Hell where I belonged. Maybe this is Hell. Maybe they had actually sent me to Hell, but it wasn't fiery and hot, with thousands of lost souls screaming for mercy. No, Hell must be dark and cold. And so quiet. So maddeningly quiet.
Any other dead person I have met so far has been a drag, and I can't be surrounded by that kind of audience, I already feel dead enough without someone else to help me remember. I'm probably just as bad though. I hang my head and look into my open palms, my white hair partially obscuring my sight. "Parvu amica," I whisper into them. Five small specks of deep purple appeared, and began to dance, roaming around in my now closed palms, looking for a way to escape. As their brilliant violet glow began to dull, I knew I had to let them go, or else they would die. I stood and released them into the night sky, and watched as they flew home, up up up, until they faded out of sight, but I knew their destination; I had set it for them.
I leave the coffee shop late in the night. I had been invited to a party by some girls. But I did not feel like putting up with them. I would just tell them tomarrow I could not make it because my parents would not let me. ...Parents.... How I missed them. I think about the day that I died. I was confussed. I tried to tell them, Hey! Your daughter is alive! She is right here! They had only given me strange looks. They did not recognize me...
I wake up. "Ugh, why cant i sleep for 10 hours straight, like a normal person..." i get up, and go downstairs. i boot up my computer. i open up google chrome, and search, 'How can i get more sleep at night'
I walk around with no destination. I had all the time I wanted. I could do anything I wanted too. It had turned night and the moon was a beautiful shade of yellowish orange. I knew to well this meant the world is polluting too much. I sit down on a bench after getting two magazines. One was about pictures of model girls wearing bras and crap, perfect for hiding the one I wanted to read. The other was about hot emo boys, some news, and gossip. All the things girls liked. I did not care for the gossip. Or the guys. I just liked seeing what they wear. I enjoyed the news most tho.
-Ayako-
As I walk, I see some deer walking around. I look at them for a bit, then continue walking until I leave the forest. I then walk to my house, which looked like this:
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The sun started rising. "Ugh." I went to the kitchen and got out a bowl and poured out some Frosted Flakes and milk into the bowl. I went to the TV room and turned it on. I flipped the channels as I ate.
I stand up after reading the news section. I leave the magazine there for someone else. I start walking past the warehouse. I walk by and see a pale man with white hair walking by. He looked sort of odd. I glance at him as I walk by. He did not see my eyes watching him due to me wearing sunglasses. Such a handy thing. They looked like a ghost because of how pale they're are. I decide to follow him. I turn casually and start following. I knew that when you die you do get a little pale. This guy looked as if he died many times. He did not look like a deado. He looked normal. I follow while walking a ways away from him so I do not attract attention. Who was he? Was he dead? He crosses the street and I follow. I car comes barreling past. I mumble sh$t. The car hits me in my legs. I am knocked down then a other car runs over me without noticing. Get the F Off Me! I yell out as he slams on his brakes while the car is on top of me. I do not get knocked out. Dead people do not experiance pain, sleeping, any of that. The car slowly drives off then the man jumps out stareing at me. What are you looking at?! I yell at him jumping up and brushing the filth off me. Jeez. That was the third time this week this happen. I look over the crowd of people watching me. I located the man who I had been following. I jog over like a runner would do. Some emo runner....
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-Ayako-
I walk inside my house, fix my bed, and go to sleep.
Apparently now walking in the street.
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I walk down the street, passing a girl wearing sunglasses. In the middle of the night. How odd. I dismiss the thought and continue walking. As I keep going, i hear cars beeping and screeching to halts. I turn to see the sunglasses girl crawling from under a tire. Oh great, another dead person. I close my eyes and draw in some essence from the dark just in case I need to get out quick, and continue walking. She catches up to me after yelling at pedestrians and beings to walk beside me, or awkwardly jog. "Can I help you?" I ask her, still holding on to the energy from the dark. She could be a deado, and the last deado I met didn't measure up to well against one of my spells.
Age- 21
Skills-morse code
Gender-male
Appearance-no arms or legs no visual on the face, bottom half of the torso attached to a large machine. upper torso has a hospital patient shirt on
Inventory- nothing
Weaknesses-everything besides thinking and morse code
Likes-wants to show people the terror of war
Dislikes- life
Personality-sad, very very very very very very very very sad
Bio- Though his father was never in a war he believed that any man would give up his only begotten son for democracy, and raised Joe to be in the military when he grew old enough. Unfortunately Joe was caught alone his squad pinned down by opposing forces, he tried to help them and even was able to kill a few of the opposition, but this moment of heroism was ended by a RPG that was shot and landed next to Joe. Joe wakes up days later in a hospital bed unaware of what has happened to him but seeing nothing but darkness.
other dead
I exit the warehouse, the moonlight shining onto my pale smooth skin, cloaking me in its cold. I shiver in the pleasant feeling, the moonlight being my only comfort since I died. I wish I was the moon sometimes. It seems nice up there, watching over everyone, dead or alive, making sure they are okay. Protected from the monsters of the night. Monsters like me. No one could ever love a ghost. I sometimes wish that whatever damned me to walk this earth forever had just gone ahead and sent me to Hell where I belonged. Maybe this is Hell. Maybe they had actually sent me to Hell, but it wasn't fiery and hot, with thousands of lost souls screaming for mercy. No, Hell must be dark and cold. And so quiet. So maddeningly quiet.
Any other dead person I have met so far has been a drag, and I can't be surrounded by that kind of audience, I already feel dead enough without someone else to help me remember. I'm probably just as bad though. I hang my head and look into my open palms, my white hair partially obscuring my sight. "Parvu amica," I whisper into them. Five small specks of deep purple appeared, and began to dance, roaming around in my now closed palms, looking for a way to escape. As their brilliant violet glow began to dull, I knew I had to let them go, or else they would die. I stood and released them into the night sky, and watched as they flew home, up up up, until they faded out of sight, but I knew their destination; I had set it for them.
They were heading for the moon.
I leave the coffee shop late in the night. I had been invited to a party by some girls. But I did not feel like putting up with them. I would just tell them tomarrow I could not make it because my parents would not let me. ...Parents.... How I missed them. I think about the day that I died. I was confussed. I tried to tell them, Hey! Your daughter is alive! She is right here! They had only given me strange looks. They did not recognize me...
-Ayako-
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I wake up. "Ugh, why cant i sleep for 10 hours straight, like a normal person..." i get up, and go downstairs. i boot up my computer. i open up google chrome, and search, 'How can i get more sleep at night'
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I walk around with no destination. I had all the time I wanted. I could do anything I wanted too. It had turned night and the moon was a beautiful shade of yellowish orange. I knew to well this meant the world is polluting too much. I sit down on a bench after getting two magazines. One was about pictures of model girls wearing bras and crap, perfect for hiding the one I wanted to read. The other was about hot emo boys, some news, and gossip. All the things girls liked. I did not care for the gossip. Or the guys. I just liked seeing what they wear. I enjoyed the news most tho.
As I walk, I see some deer walking around. I look at them for a bit, then continue walking until I leave the forest. I then walk to my house, which looked like this:
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-Ayako-
I walk inside my house, fix my bed, and go to sleep.
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I stand up after reading the news section. I leave the magazine there for someone else. I start walking past the warehouse. I walk by and see a pale man with white hair walking by. He looked sort of odd. I glance at him as I walk by. He did not see my eyes watching him due to me wearing sunglasses. Such a handy thing. They looked like a ghost because of how pale they're are. I decide to follow him. I turn casually and start following. I knew that when you die you do get a little pale. This guy looked as if he died many times. He did not look like a deado. He looked normal. I follow while walking a ways away from him so I do not attract attention. Who was he? Was he dead? He crosses the street and I follow. I car comes barreling past. I mumble sh$t. The car hits me in my legs. I am knocked down then a other car runs over me without noticing. Get the F Off Me! I yell out as he slams on his brakes while the car is on top of me. I do not get knocked out. Dead people do not experiance pain, sleeping, any of that. The car slowly drives off then the man jumps out stareing at me. What are you looking at?! I yell at him jumping up and brushing the filth off me. Jeez. That was the third time this week this happen. I look over the crowd of people watching me. I located the man who I had been following. I jog over like a runner would do. Some emo runner....
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I walk down the street, passing a girl wearing sunglasses. In the middle of the night. How odd. I dismiss the thought and continue walking. As I keep going, i hear cars beeping and screeching to halts. I turn to see the sunglasses girl crawling from under a tire. Oh great, another dead person. I close my eyes and draw in some essence from the dark just in case I need to get out quick, and continue walking. She catches up to me after yelling at pedestrians and beings to walk beside me, or awkwardly jog. "Can I help you?" I ask her, still holding on to the energy from the dark. She could be a deado, and the last deado I met didn't measure up to well against one of my spells.
I setup my computer in the Cafe. "Some scrambled eggs, please." I asked the waiter.