StormMore Like This
"Why are we in Kinugawa again?" The redhead beside me asked Hiro. The brunette hadn't really told us anything, but he had called Kou to tell him that I was needed. I didn't understand why in the fact, and the tall man had said something, but I hadn't paid that much attention.
"I don't know why you are here, but the guy you took down last week said that he wanted to talk to the guy that went as Yoshiko, and I guessed it was Yori. You would never choose that name on anything."
A week. That was how long it had been since we needed to head up here in order to find a source of drugs. We had been receiving mysterious calls, but the only thing we had managed to find out of place was different drug deals, but we only had managed to get one the first day. We broke it apart and managed to capture one of the dealers and we managed to get some drugs off them.
As well as a clue that helped solve the mystery of how the Dragon Speed was spreading so fast.
"Yori? You listening?" I glanced at Kai. Thin
wallsStanding thereMore Like This
Looking at your walls
Wondering why they were built
Like a faded rose
To cover some old hurt
The pain is dim
Just a throbbing
Really only a memory
Of something that use to be
Let it go
Let it free
Stand naked before me
Let the walls fall
Let me in
So it can all begin once again
Let it free
Open your eyes so you can see
All I want is to be your friend (C)MJR2007
broken storyleaning on the counterMore Like This
a break in the inherant chaos
sipping my coffee
climb aboard the ride
little people in tea cups
round and round they go
music blasts so loud
no one ever heard the blow
a bullet pierced a man's skull
blood on his pretty girlfriend
brains in her tiny hands
a broken dove
I shook preacher
charlie stopped the ride
cops herded people
flocking to the gruesome scene
reports were made
gunner long gone
hours cleaning the mess
I watched her
beautiful even in her pain
wanting to comfort her
she who I didn't know
afraid she would break
never to be put back together again (C)MJR2007
death of a hawkI saw a dead hawk todayMore Like This
smeared across the pavement
feathers covered in blood
still beautiful in death
body still warm in my hands
do his brothers
his kin know
will he go to some
a great beyond
deep in the ether
where his ancestors
will his mate
finding him absent
search for him
grieve his death
do they cry
waiting for him to come home (C)MJR2014
artyou are artMore Like This
art for my eyes
everything about you
crafted to perfection
a divine sculptor
who knew how to turn
stars music poetry sunshine
molding it all
into one stunning work of art (C)MJR2014
The Broken 10 scriptThe Broken #10: Developing a Sense of Self Part 2: Meddling, Chapter 5: LegacyMore Like This
By Ave Messer
SPLIT: http://pridehigh.wikia.com/wiki/Split Doesn't have her costume yet
MRS. CROCHE: red hair, amicable demeanor, slightly plump figure
MR. CROCHE: black hair, moderately muscular
(Open to PROTEAN's dorm, dark, as SPLIT steps in)
SPLIT: Vince? (Sees that the room is empty and turns to go, seeing MRS. CROCHE in the doorway)
MRS. CROCHE: (Scrutinizing the room) Dark in here, isn't it?
SPLIT: (Nods) One of the guys who lives here is a vampire.
MRS. CROCHE: Yes, Grant told me about that.
SPLIT: (Perks up a little) Grant-that's Vince's brother. You know him?
MRS. CROCHE: (Smiles) I'm his mother.
SPLIT: (Blushes) I'm sorry, Mrs. Croche. Vince doesn't have many family pictures.
MRS. CROCHE: Ah, you must be (Snaps her fingers, trailing off) Did he ever mention a name? (Back to full volume) Vince's friend.
SPLIT: Amber. (Extends her hand) It's nice to
The Broken 11 scriptThe Broken #11: Developing a Sense of Self Part 2: Meddling, Chapter 6: CostumesMore Like This
By Ave Messer
OLD MAN: not necessarily all that old looking, but something shouldindicate he's been around for quite some time. Any race for him is fine (his name is not Vecini, so he doesn't have to be Italian)
(Open to PROTEAN, looking light-hearted, going to his room. He gets to the doorway and sees SPLIT sitting on the bed, scanning one of his mythology books)
PROTEAN: Don't you want to turn on some light?
SPLIT: (Starts a little and looks up) I was thinking Lucian might come back.
PROTEAN: I don't see much of him these days. The guy does like to be left alone.
SPLIT: So, you were on a date?
PROTEAN: Yeah, Grant and my mom sprung it on me. Not much I can do in that circumstance. But she was nice. (SPLIT grabs the back of her neck, looking like
The Broken 12 scriptThe Broken #12: Developing a Sense of Self Part 3: Growing Closer, Chapter 1: MeetingsMore Like This
By Ave Messer
(Open to SPLIT and PROTEAN, in costume, in SPLIT's dorm)
PROTEAN: It seems like a fun outfit.
SPLIT: Oh sure. You realize that it only has one sandal. What's this, a platform? (Turns her left foot for emphasis) It looks oriental.
PROTEAN: You're charmingly asymmetrical.
SPLIT: Weird is a better word. (Puts weight on both feet evenly. Thinks) Odd. I don't feel any difference between them. (Speaks) Yours looks nice, though. (Gets into a Tai Chi stance)
PROTEAN: I know. (Looks down at his costume) The open feet are great. I'll always be able to feel the ground beneath my feet.
SPLIT: Or paws. (Grabs her cape) I wonder why I have this. It's not like I fly.
PROTEAN: (Shrugs) Ask Vecini. He might know. (Gr
The Broken 6Amber walked in a huff, ignoring the pain in her ankle from taking control mid-stride. "You seem upset," George stated from a window. Amber just shot him a glare and picked up speed. "He had to be told sooner or later," George continued, popping up from window to window. He kept trying to get her attention as she darted into the library.More Like This
Amber headed to the bookshelves and breathed a sigh of relief that there was nothing reflective in their midst. All that looked back at her were the spines of books. She pulled one down and opened it, attempting to read it there. Another person pushed past and Amber realized she had to sit down or be in people's way. She headed to an end of the library far away from the windows and sat, cracking open the book.
"You can't ignore me forever," George spoke from the musty reflection in the metal table leg.
"Shut up," Amber whispered. A few people looked over at her before returning to their respective books.
"Told ya." George seemed quite proud of himself.