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Wynd · May 22, 2008, 01:02 AM

(OOC: Sorry about the wait, it's been a really hectic and exhausting week. Your loot? Whatever you can steal in the upcoming rampage. Maybe something else?)

These sons and daughters of Mainland decadence transplanted onto island paradise were anything but tree hugging hippies. They were a self-hugging, style-obsessed, drug-addled, apathetic and sex-crazed crowd. Their beach location was more Los Angeles than Santa Cruz, and they had more in common with Williamsburg, Brooklyn than California. Their mentality was decidedly urban even if they were in a small pearl of a town on a far-flung Eunesian island, and they all came from the Empire's metropolises -- Aelyria Prime, Medonia, Zinn'Sunn, Nexus, Arkdun, Jaedaxia, Daltina (Primus Gaudeo was a squaresville, and Taralon was a backwater).

Bowery Manhattan fit in, but didn't quite fit the bill. There was more to him than careless hedonism. He had a madness.

"I've got a madness!" he yelled, and he turned to Kenkuroi and said, "And you've got a madness, too! I just don't know what it is yet. Here, chew on these."

He passed Kenkuroi a handful of kero-leaves, a local favourite, which possessed a user with energy, confidence, a feeling of total control and ability, a "the world is yours"-mentality.

"Come on, let's go hit the Main!" Bowery was off down the path from the beach to the city and he and Kenkuroi hit the Main, the pulse of Neos Megalis, as it was alive with Nuit Blanche. More hipsters in and out of cafes and bars. Their more elegant Mainland parents were drunk off their asses in classier places, especially in and around Hotel Eunesia. Street beats and city lights.

They came to a weapon shop on the Main and Bowery sent a rock crashing through the window and jumped in to begin trashing the place, upturning racks of steel weapons and setting the walls on fire.

"Take what you want, man! We've got to arm ourselves!" The walls caught fire. No one outside really seemed to have noticed, except for a couple of watchmen who were making their way toward them.

"Eff the police! Come on! Let's get this over with!"

May 22, 2008, 01:02 AM	#3 (permalink)
Wynd Former Staff Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Jaedaxia, guest Secyclion Posts: 2,158	(OOC: Sorry about the wait, it's been a really hectic and exhausting week. Your loot? Whatever you can steal in the upcoming rampage. Maybe something else?) These sons and daughters of Mainland decadence transplanted onto island paradise were anything but tree hugging hippies. They were a self-hugging, style-obsessed, drug-addled, apathetic and sex-crazed crowd. Their beach location was more Los Angeles than Santa Cruz, and they had more in common with Williamsburg, Brooklyn than California. Their mentality was decidedly urban even if they were in a small pearl of a town on a far-flung Eunesian island, and they all came from the Empire's metropolises -- Aelyria Prime, Medonia, Zinn'Sunn, Nexus, Arkdun, Jaedaxia, Daltina (Primus Gaudeo was a squaresville, and Taralon was a backwater). Bowery Manhattan fit in, but didn't quite fit the bill. There was more to him than careless hedonism. He had a madness. "I've got a madness!" he yelled, and he turned to Kenkuroi and said, "And you've got a madness, too! I just don't know what it is yet. Here, chew on these." He passed Kenkuroi a handful of kero-leaves, a local favourite, which possessed a user with energy, confidence, a feeling of total control and ability, a "the world is yours"-mentality. "Come on, let's go hit the Main!" Bowery was off down the path from the beach to the city and he and Kenkuroi hit the Main, the pulse of Neos Megalis, as it was alive with Nuit Blanche. More hipsters in and out of cafes and bars. Their more elegant Mainland parents were drunk off their asses in classier places, especially in and around Hotel Eunesia. Street beats and city lights. They came to a weapon shop on the Main and Bowery sent a rock crashing through the window and jumped in to begin trashing the place, upturning racks of steel weapons and setting the walls on fire. "Take what you want, man! We've got to arm ourselves!" The walls caught fire. No one outside really seemed to have noticed, except for a couple of watchmen who were making their way toward them. "Eff the police! Come on! Let's get this over with!" __________________ "Some folks like the water, some folks like the wine, but I like the taste of straight strychnine" - The Cramps On leave of absence from August 11th to probably September. Last edited by Wynd; May 23, 2008 at 03:06 AM.