Faded Sky

[Sabress]

Chyna leant against the cool metal banister of the hotel apartment and looked over the town ahead of her. To someone else, it may have displayed some semblance of interest but for her, it was just plain boring. Neon lights started to appear, contrasting with the fading night sky and the moon started to rise.
She stared at the moon, big, bright and ever unchanging...then got distracted as a beetle scurried across her hand. She furrowed her eyebrows and flicked it off and returned her gaze to the city.
A few minutes passed as she stood contemplating what to do that night. She refused to stay alone in her apartment. She turned to the door and pulled out a smartcard, swiped the machine next to the door and the door opened smoothly. She walked through and got herself dressed and locked up the apartment, and walked to her motorbike.
As she approached the bike she took off a note that was stuck to the seat : "Hey cutie, meet me at the Newtopia Nightclub tonight. I"ll be waiting for you! -Alex"
She smirked. Just like him to do something like that. She hopped on the bike, revved up the engine and sped off to the nightclub.....

[lochinvar]

Just popping in to say "Hello", and welcome to Fantasy Land!

Great beginning! Looking forward to reading more...

[Munqi]

Very cool.. It's got motorbikes and everything! I Like it, I lIke it!

[its_me_mango]

can we add on like we did before? or will we all be REPreMANded

[lochinvar]

[quote]Originally posted by its_me_mango:
<strong>can we add on like we did before? or will we all be REPreMANded</strong><hr></blockquote>

I would suggest contacting Sabress first; she sounds like she has a definite plot in mind here.

Glad to see you weren't serious about leaving us, mango.

[Sabress]

Feel free people!

[Sabress]

The'Newtopia' sign sizzled with all it's neon glory as Chyna drove into the street. It had been raining that day and the wet pavement reflected the nightclub's sign as well as those as the other signs.
Chyna parked ber motorbike outside the nightclub, locked it and walked in. Cue's (sp) weren't to be expected for another hour, so she guessed she was early. She was about to walk into the main room when she was stopped by a woman behind a metal cage-like room. "It's 8 newyen to get in." "Oh....sorry" replied Chyna and handed over a Y10 note (ooc: using newyen as the currancy and a Y to symbolise newyen). She collected the change and stuck it in her pocket. As she walked on the entered the main room. The room as slightly smoky from either the few people smoking near her or the smoke machine across the room. Laser lights pierced the room in different colours and a light dance track played, she knew it was going to get louder as the night progressed.
She walked to a metal bar stool and table (there's no real wood anymore) and sat down. Folding her arms she lent on the table and after checking her watch, looked around. Still no sign of Alex, but the night's still early, right?

[its_me_mango]

i'm leaving it's really the best thing for mental health, i really like some of you guys, but it's too labor intensive.

[Sabress]

Hi, this storyline needs character input so, if you're interested feel free to join. Some points to remember though are :
~It's a futuristic/cyberpunkish theme.
~There are stacks of robotics/androidy things.

*:Sabress:*

[Sabress]

just testing

[The Crazy Wacker]

Carry On <img src="graemlins/dunce.gif" border="0" alt="[Dunce]" />

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[The Crazy Wacker]

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[The Crazy Wacker]

*sits down with a whole chocalote cake & a coke to watch Miki Mouse*

[Moonitic]

Sabress,

This is some of the best writing I've seen, with a lot more potential. Have you ever thought of trying to get published? PM me. I'm dead serious!

[Sabress]

The night wore on. More and more people came inside, the music got louder and the air, heavier. Chyna glanced at her watch for what seemed to be the millionth time. Alex still hadn't turned up. She looked wearily around the room, wishing she could enjoy herself as much as the other people.
After waiting two and a half hours, Chyna was starting to get sick of this and decided to leave. She stopped stirring the ice cubes with the straw that were melting in her glass, pushed the glass away to the middle of the table and stood up.
"That's strange" she mumbled to herself as she looked across the room to a man who seemed to be staring at her, yet when she looked back at him he turned away.
She made her way past the crowd and out the door. The outside air was now slightly chilly and she could see her breath in front of her. She turned around and looked through the glass door. She could see the man slowly heading for the door.
Suspecting she was being followed, she started to make her way to her bike...

[three_hundred_fifty_five]

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[Sabress]

Chyna glanced over her shoulder as she approached her bike. The man had just stepped out of the doorway and was walking calmly in her direction. This alarmed her. She turned the key of the bike and hopped on. In haste her foot slipped as she was revving the engine "Awww, c'mon!!!" she hissed to herself and finally got the engine going. She sped away from the scene, relieved. What a wierdo! Guys like that just gave her the creeps. 'Usually the girls that go out with them are more likely to have their faces on milk cartons the next day', she thought, and laughed to herself as she pulled into her parking spot.
"Now, I'll call Alex and wond--" she was cut off by the shock of seeing the man who was following her in the nightclub. He was standing in front of her just then, and he didn't look friendly....

[135711]

Not friendly at all judging from his appearance. He had medium brown dyed hair, which he had decided to slick back that night, leaving a little patch of hair missing down the middle, sort of like a mole had run a mower over it. He was wearing a pair of conservative navy shorts and a neat tan t-shirt. "Hi. I thought I saw you a few hundred yards back and thought I might join you for a root-beer". His head bobbed in self agreement, as he glanced around him. He gestured to himself and said something he beleived no one else would hear. Her date, who was waiting for her stepped over to the pair and said "later mole". They went inside. The mole stood there blinking rapidly, words forming on his mouth as he started and starred in disbelief, incredibly, his eyes continued to bead up and bead up, words forming and forming on his lips, gesturing,his lips forming two mobile lines of rubbery plasicticy, as he spewed his venom, bending now downward towards his feet in order to catch his breath, with new words forming, he continued his tirade, she watched him admire his legs and then stepped into the bar with her friends. They grabbed a table and ordered cokes, and tried to forget the scene they had witnessed, but it's image continued into their consciousness long after the man had gone.
"rock - steady" sang the band, unaware of the night and what it held.