Post by ospire19 on Oct 19, 2009 11:15:34 GMT -5
OOC: alright guys, and girls 
, here's my opening into this crazy little world. Don't worry, Stephen, or from now on PK, will try and play nice
BiC:
Long ago Stephen's father had told him that his biggest weakness, more so than the focus, was getting blinded. He knew the danger he was in. Stephen took it upon himself to learn braille. He figured that at least then he wouldn't be completely powerless. For weeks on end, his father would also train him to hone his hearing and smell perceptions to be perfect, or near to it. Still, after that, the focus still was his biggest threat.
They gave him many things before throwing him into a cell. He had had the time to walk around it, tracing the walls with his hands. He knew that he was in a 7x7x7, or close anyway. They gave him a small table, which he had crushed with his mind, and given back. They also gave him a dismantled silenced 9mm pistol, with several extra clips. He had already spent an entire hour placing it out on the floor, picturing where every piece was, then putting it together with his mind. Lastly, they had given him very specific instructions. Though he was blind, the instructions were on paper, in braille. At the climax of it all, they had also somehow managed to blind him.
He had been in a room. It was spacious, and very empty, save for two chairs. He waited for what seemed like hours. No food, no drink, and no explanation. He thought it was about hour 4 or 5 when finally someone entered. They were dressed in robes, seemingly made from the same material as the armor. Beneath the robes, was a strikingly beautiful woman. She sat down in the other chair, folded her hands, and did nothing, nothing but stare at him. Before he knew what was happening, the room went dark, and he could see nothing. He heard the women get up and leave, and other people come in as she left. They picked him up, and put him in his cell.
So here he was. In a glorified jail cell, with a silenced 9mm gun, and instructions in braille. The only thing he wondered about was how they had known that he knew braille. Only two people knew, and one of them was god knew where, ironically, in a cell of his own. The instructions also had held some detail of where he was. He was in a place full of what the note called "bad, evil, people". It also had told him that some where quite hostile, and otherwise "dangerous beyond a doubt". He assumed the gun was for defense, but he couldn't be sure.
He then noticed something, something the note had failed to mention. Around his neck he felt a cool metal chain. He followed the chain downward until his fingers came to rest on a single military tag. He felt one side, recognizing the braille letters PK. He then felt the other side, and his heart dropped just a tiny bit. On the flip side of the tag also in braille player killer. He put one and one together, then put two and three together, suddenly, his instructions became quite clear.
The note had left him with one last piece of advice;
"if u ever want to see your father again, and alive, you will tell no one of what you know. If you do, we will kill your father, and then, we will kill you..."
, here's my opening into this crazy little world. Don't worry, Stephen, or from now on PK, will try and play nice BiC:
Long ago Stephen's father had told him that his biggest weakness, more so than the focus, was getting blinded. He knew the danger he was in. Stephen took it upon himself to learn braille. He figured that at least then he wouldn't be completely powerless. For weeks on end, his father would also train him to hone his hearing and smell perceptions to be perfect, or near to it. Still, after that, the focus still was his biggest threat.
They gave him many things before throwing him into a cell. He had had the time to walk around it, tracing the walls with his hands. He knew that he was in a 7x7x7, or close anyway. They gave him a small table, which he had crushed with his mind, and given back. They also gave him a dismantled silenced 9mm pistol, with several extra clips. He had already spent an entire hour placing it out on the floor, picturing where every piece was, then putting it together with his mind. Lastly, they had given him very specific instructions. Though he was blind, the instructions were on paper, in braille. At the climax of it all, they had also somehow managed to blind him.
He had been in a room. It was spacious, and very empty, save for two chairs. He waited for what seemed like hours. No food, no drink, and no explanation. He thought it was about hour 4 or 5 when finally someone entered. They were dressed in robes, seemingly made from the same material as the armor. Beneath the robes, was a strikingly beautiful woman. She sat down in the other chair, folded her hands, and did nothing, nothing but stare at him. Before he knew what was happening, the room went dark, and he could see nothing. He heard the women get up and leave, and other people come in as she left. They picked him up, and put him in his cell.
So here he was. In a glorified jail cell, with a silenced 9mm gun, and instructions in braille. The only thing he wondered about was how they had known that he knew braille. Only two people knew, and one of them was god knew where, ironically, in a cell of his own. The instructions also had held some detail of where he was. He was in a place full of what the note called "bad, evil, people". It also had told him that some where quite hostile, and otherwise "dangerous beyond a doubt". He assumed the gun was for defense, but he couldn't be sure.
He then noticed something, something the note had failed to mention. Around his neck he felt a cool metal chain. He followed the chain downward until his fingers came to rest on a single military tag. He felt one side, recognizing the braille letters PK. He then felt the other side, and his heart dropped just a tiny bit. On the flip side of the tag also in braille player killer. He put one and one together, then put two and three together, suddenly, his instructions became quite clear.
The note had left him with one last piece of advice;
"if u ever want to see your father again, and alive, you will tell no one of what you know. If you do, we will kill your father, and then, we will kill you..."
