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Subject:Dominic Stevens, coooome oooooon dooooooown!
Time:05:07 pm
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Dominic Stevens~ this is youuuur life!

Ok, your name is Dominic Stepens, you're 23 years old and independantly wealthy, life is good. At age 20 you inherited the 'Tower Luxery Suites' building from your favorite uncle, rest his soul. The last three years have been pretty good to you, landlord money in nice uptown City,The is nothing to sneeze at. You've been living in the penthouse ever since, doing your own thing, getting some school in, and persuing your music in the various clubs around town. Yup, life's all peaches and cream-- until that freaking U.N. announcement, and then the world turns upside down.
So everything you ever knew about the supernatural suddenly jumps off the gaming table and into your lap. Over a period of two weeks, you see normal, torpid City,The turn into a dangerous place to walk the streets at night. There's an explosion one night in Park,The, and riots freaking riots in the streets! You don't even know where you stand yet on this whole supernatural being issue, and already people are dying. Just 2 days ago you read that someone blew up a manse full of people who were allegedly 'magical creatures'. It's madness. You spend a lot of time in your kick-ass penthouse, watching the madness from above.
Present day! You're chillin in your crib, watching the news with this vague sense that something bigger then life is going on, and feeling curiously removed from it. There is a loud bang from somewhere nearby that makes you mute your TV real quick. What the ...? It sounded like it came from below you, where your downstairs neighbor, the one who owns the nightclub lives. She's usually so quiet, but you can hear yelling. You're debating whether or not to go check it out when your phone rings. It's the main office downstairs. Someone reported hearing gunshots on the floor beneath you, the cops are on their way. They want you to stay put, they'll probably need to talk to you. Gunshots! You agree and hang up the phone in a sort of daze. Nothing is sacred.
A straaaaaaaaaange feeling suddenly grips you, like something from your dream. It's like your flying dreams, that same feeling like when the wind first catches your wings and you soar. The strangeness increases, and the world seems to blur around you. Heart pounding, you feel . . . different. There is a ... a power sweeping through you, bearing you up like the wind, kindling a fire in your soul that a moment before you would never had guessed existed, and now cannot live without. It fades ever-so-slowly, not so much leaving you as consuming you, until you find yourself kneeling on the floor, hair hanging down in your eyes, utterly confused as to how you got there. To make matters worse, your butt feels funny. What the...? You've got... a .... tail. A green scaly tail about the size of your arm. With a little point on the end.
As you sit there, gaping at your arse, you hear a noise outside on your balcony. Something is on your balcony outside. Something big, with red glowing eyes.
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mpaladyn
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Time:2003-12-09 09:59 pm (UTC)
Far too in shock to really contemplate doing much other than squeeze out a, "Who's there?" Probably safe to assume that there's an unnatural amount of dizziness associated with this rather sudden Chrysalis, so I've probably fallen to my knees (or what's left of them). Rational mind still trying to maintain control and piece things together. Stagger towards the window with another round of Friend or Foe. What a lovely game to play on the penthouse balcony, eh? Should reality sink in within the next few seconds... I loose my daily intake all over the hardwood floor. Damn it. The take out wasn't near as good the second time around.
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shadenokturne
Subject:eww! Tossed cookies!
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Time:2003-12-10 03:56 am (UTC)
The sight that greets you from the balcony looks like some strange tableau of heaven and hell. There's a woman on your balcony, crouched and looking in at you with an expression unreadable in the dimness. Her hair is long and black, hanging down past her waist in slightly disheveled waves. Her skin is flawlessly pale, almost opalescant in the moonlight, and her eyes are a delicate violet that reminds you of amythyst. She looks distraught, although whether it is because of her companion, or the fact that you just puked, it's rather hard to tell. You notice as a sort of afterthought, although admittedly, her beauty makes it a little hard to think, that her ears are pointy. She looks down at her companion and you can see her lips move, although you cannot quite make out what she's saying.
Her companion is something else entirely. He looks like some sort of nightmare creature the news has been warning people about. Covered in blood (in various states of freshness) his clothes are tattered and unkempt. His skin is ghastly pale, and his eyes are glowing freaking red! Folded against his back are a pair of leathery greenish-grey wings, and you notice that his ears are pointed also. He does not look up to reply to the woman, insteady staring at his bloodstained hands. Just looking at him gives you the heebie-jeebies. If it wasn't for the woman (who draws your gaze again and again like a moth to a candle) you would probably run screaming the other way.
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mpaladyn
Subject:Re: eww! Tossed cookies!
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Time:2003-12-10 08:13 am (UTC)
"What's happened to me?" I ask as I continue trying to make sense of what's going on around me. Can't decide who to keep my eyes on. "Who did this to me!?" Lurch again, this time towards the credenza where I keep a gun. Hope claws don't get in the way of using it. I'll try to stagger to my feet and most likely fall again as I'm not accustomed to walking on my scaly backwards legs or using my tail for balance. Sirens approaching yet?
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mpaladyn
Subject:All things considered...
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Time:2003-12-10 09:28 am (UTC)
Actually... with my legs being all bass ackwards now, I probably can't stand because the pants weren't designed to accomodate stems like mine! ^_~
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: All things considered...
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Time:2003-12-10 01:58 pm (UTC)
Who said your legs were backwards? I never said that. *points to screen* You're the one with kooky ideas of backwards legs. Your legs are fine. Now, use your fine legs to walk over to the balcony (or not, it is after all your choice) or just stand there, or .... pretty much whatever you want to do. That georgeous woman on your balcony is waving at you and smiling in a way that makes your knees weak.
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mpaladyn
Subject:Re: All things considered...
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Time:2003-12-10 02:06 pm (UTC)
Nuts. I liked the idea. Simply MUST get you that picture so you understand my madness... See the comment I just left in the last thing Bree did.
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