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| Topic Started: 30 Jul 2008, 09:48 AM (1,847 Views) | |
| Insert Anarchy Here | 30 Jul 2008, 09:48 AM Post #1 |
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Warehouse measures: 100mx50m, 20metres at highest point (top of curved roof) The place is made of old crumbling brick with a rusty, corragated iron roof. There are lots of big windows, all the lower level windows are boarded up and the upper level are all smashed. The glass has turned brown with dirt, grime and dust. There's one pair of double doors leading into the building, they were once white, but most of the paint has peeled off now. There's no lock, but the doors opens with a loud grinding screech. Inside the warehouse it's one big room, except for a small block of toilets in the far left corner, they're not amazing, but better than nothing. The walls are peeling with white paint and there's a lot of tagging, posters and a couple of... Burn marks. The most significant graffiti takes up the entire back wall, it's orange, yellow and black and reads 'Flippd rules'. The building is supported by eight concrete columns, four on each side of the warehouse. The second floor isn't anything impressive, a series of rusting metal pathways that line the walls and go across the room, it's not totally safe and one of the rusty ladders on to the pathway has been replaced by one made of orange rope. There's a stage made from assorted old tables in the middle of the room, draped over the uneven surface is a big black tarp. There a small wooden box in the middle of the platform with a handheld loudspeaker perched on it. In the closest right corner a small, aluminium trailer is parked, there's two ropes on either side of the front of the trailer which can be attached to a pair of bikes. Speaking of bikes, next to the trailer is a bike rack liberated from the local school. Spread out around the room are seven old couches, made from different materials ranging from torn denim to velvet, a few of them are so damaged that old rugs have been draped over to prevent people from getting stabbed by springs. There's also what looks like a set of leather chairs from and original Ford Mustang and some wooden bar stools lined up next to a bench made from spare timber. There's big wooden crates around the room with labels spray painted on them: Blankets 'n' shit, FOOD, smushed stuf, spare parts, swords & otha weapins, vandilism resources, boss's box, secret stuf. The crate with 'secret stuf' written on it seems more solid than the others and there's a nice big padlock on it. Other than that there's not much stuff in the room, a old stereo and mini fridge plugged into the only power outlet, some spraycans around the walls, buckets for the leaks, a rusty, box car from god-knows-where and a pile of junk from the dump. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 30 Jul 2008, 10:41 AM Post #2 |
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Jazz parked her bike in the bike rack and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She'd made sure to nick the bike from somewhere that deserved it, a bike shop that ripped of its' customers and got produce from child labour. It was a good bike, front and back shocks, disc brakes, she'd spray painted it all black and added the word 'Flippd' to the bike frame in orange house paint. She strode over to the closest couch, it was covered with a typical vomit-green patterned fabric, but it was her favourite due to it's great bounce and resilience when being jumped on. Jazzed plopped on down and lounged on it with her shoes hanging over the armrest. She smiled absentmindingly, life was sweet, though a little lonely. Food was plentiful, since she did three newspaper delivery routes every morning on her bike. The mother at Number 23 was always waiting to give her a tip, Jazz had the feeling she knew what it felt like to have to runaway. Quite suddenly, Jazz sat bolt upright. "I need more people." She said aloud in a determined voice. More kids, this place should be alive! There should be so many teens that we could paint the town orange in one night. She chuckled at the thought of the town painted orange. Maybe if there was music. Jazz jogged over to the stereo and switched it on, then dialled the frequency on to her favourite channel, like somehow the music would magically draw in every wandering kid in the area. |
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| day | 31 Jul 2008, 12:21 AM Post #3 |
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There was a rather loud crash as Raiya hit the roof, crashing through the layer of rust and landing on one of the paths that mazed the second floor. She shook her head and little pieces of glass fell from her hair to the ground tinkling around on impact. Her legs hang off one side and her head off the other side of the path, she was lying on her back and flipped onto her stomach to see what was below her. She looked a blankly at the girl below her who was sitting on a dirty old couch, she opened her mouth as if to say something but then changed her mind and instead raised her hand and opened and closed it a few times in a childish wave. She jumped up and skipped off down the rusty metal path humming humpty dumpty sat on the wall to herself. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 31 Jul 2008, 02:39 AM Post #4 |
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Jazz looked up in surprise as a blur crashed through the roof and hit the pathway, which shuddered and sent thick, clouds of rust drifting down to the floor. Holy shit it worked! Jazz thought to herself in dumb awe. Then she frowned, that fall must've really hurt. But the girl got right back up and waved at her, she blinked a couple of times in astonishment and followed the girl with her eyes as she skipped along the path. As the girl neared a rusty ladder Jazz's brain stopped wrangling with what had just happened and she was able to talk. "Welcome to the coolest warehouse in town!" She said confidently, though she felt nothing of the sort. Once the words were out of her mouth Jazz blushed, feeling really stupid. "Hey, a-are you okay?" She asked in concerned tone, jogging to the bottom of the ladder just in case she couldn't make it down. Jazz glanced up at the hole in the roof with a pained expression but quickly wiped it away, trading it for a amused grin. This girl was totally strange, from the way she entered to the clothes she wore and the things she did, and Jazz liked that. Wierdness had untapped potential to her mind. |
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| day | 31 Jul 2008, 05:56 AM Post #5 |
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Raiya managed a forced grin but siad nothing as she slid down the ladder, of course she felt fine she couldn't feel at all. She would have to check herself over later, she suspected some internal bleeding and cracked ribs but nothing new. She scooted past the girl and towards a red tarten armchair, she seated herself sideways across it with her legs over one armrest and her head leaning on the other. "So who are you?" she asked glancing at the girl assesing her state in her mind. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 31 Jul 2008, 06:47 AM Post #6 |
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Jazz watched the girl make herself comfortable, happy that it seemed she wouldn't be the only one using the couches from now on. Then went and sat on the stage. "I'm Jazz, I own this place, did it up myself, starting my only little group hopefully. You can join if you like." She smiled hopefully. "It would be great not to be alone anymore." Jazz was looking forward to filing away the girl's details in the pretty, red box she had decided would be perfect for all the Flippd member details to be stored. And once she had got her details down she could take her on a tour of the warehouse, get her a place to sleep, give her the handbook to read. Jazz was really looking forward to it. Her first member! Of course, she then remembered, the girl hadn't actually agreed to join yet. |
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| day | 31 Jul 2008, 07:12 AM Post #7 |
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Raiya considered the girls propersition. She tipped her head back, rising her eyebrows and gazing up in thought, she drummed on her chin with two fingers then sat upright and looked at Jazz blankly. She nodded and smiled slightly at her then nodded again. "Sure, I'll join" she said without a tinge of emotion in her voice. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 31 Jul 2008, 08:00 AM Post #8 |
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"Awesome!" Jazz grinned from ear to ear, she felt like jumping up and down and squeeing, but didn't want to scare off her first member. "Well first you gotta fill out a sheet with your details, just your name, age and medical details is enough." Jazz skipped over and unlocked the 'secret stuf' box with a key from around her neck, then pulled out a little box made of red wood and covered in carvings. "So yea," she skipped back over and handed the girl a piece of paper and pen. "Scribble it down there, you can write right? And then we can get on to the fun stuff." Jazz smiled. |
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| day | 31 Jul 2008, 09:29 AM Post #9 |
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Raiya took the pen and paper from her and nodded. She scribbled down her name and age and under medical wrote indestructable then she folded it into a paper airplane and flew it back to Jazz. The interesting things was despite the fact she had been given a black pen the writing on the paper was in thick red ink, "thanks" she said smiling. "So is there anyone else here?" she inquired looking around the empty warehouse doubtfully. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 31 Jul 2008, 10:55 AM Post #10 |
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Jazz caught the aeroplane and opened it up, quickly reading her details. Invincible? She raised an eyebrow at that. But she wasn't one to judge and so Jazz, after smoothing the paper out, place it in the box and locked it back in the 'secret stuf' box. "Well actually Raiya, your kinda a first. And I don't mean like first person to fall through the roof, more like first person to join me. But hopefully they'll be more people here soon and that will be loads of fun! Three's a crowd ya know." She laughed. "And," said Jazz in a low and slightly menacing voice, taking a few steps forward so Raiya. "Once we have a crowd the chaos can begin." She smiled mischieviously. "Anyway!" Jazz said loudly, back to her normal cheery, carefree tone. "I spose you better have this." She pulled a small black notebook out of her pocket and chucked it onto Raiya's lap. "I got a load of them from the church sale last week. I wrote the Flippd Code of Honour in the front, and it's yours to keep. In the 'vandilism resources' box there's also a collection of business pens and free mini pencils, help yourself when you need to. " Jazz pointed out the box for Raiya, just in case she couldn't see it. "So, unless you want to write in ya book I can take you on a mini tour of the warehouse, if you want." Jazz smiled eagerly. |
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| day | 31 Jul 2008, 11:33 AM Post #11 |
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Raiya tucked the book somewhere in the folds of her bandages, "alright then, a tour it is" she smiled. Well it was much of a place at the moment but she hoped she might be able to change that, sure Jazz was a tad wierd and vrey enthusiastic but who was she to talk? She was wrapped up in bloody bandages. The chaos part was like a teaser for a really good movie, you hear it and your hooked you just want to know more and more and you really want to find out what happens at the end. Because like a good movie, this was just the beginning and they weren't even near the ascent climax yet. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 1 Aug 2008, 12:34 AM Post #12 |
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"Cool. You don't actually have to move, this place isn't real big, it's just so I can point out the stuff you need to know." Jazz grinned and skipped up to the stage, grabbing the loudspeaker from the box and skipping back to Raiya. "Good afternoon dudes and dudettes and welcome to Flippd abandoned warehouse. This place was once a textile factory, but it went out of business a couple of billion years ago. Over there," said Jazz pointing to the room at the back of the warehouse, speaking into the loud speaker. "Is our toilet and showering facilities. And those crates... Are all labelled so I don't need to bother telling you about them. Um, that window there," Jazz pointed to a completely smashed out window above the 2nd floor pathway. "Is the easiest way to get onto the roof. That's the trailer for carrying stuff over from the dump. Bike rack. Couch. Couch. Armchair. Bar. Car from god-knows-where. Couch. Stereo. Oh and last but not least," Jazz pointed to the box on the stage. "That there's the L33T seat, which only I'm allowed to sit on." With that she smiled cheerfully and skipped back over to put the loudspeaker back. "Well, whadaya think?" She said, with her arms wide, gesturing to the warehouse. |
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| Dave Mustaine | 2 Aug 2008, 11:26 PM Post #13 |
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Vincent came to a stop outside a large wharehouse it was preety big definately a place he liked. Vincent walked inside without any knowledge of the two already in there. It was real dirty, and really beat up, but there was a weird coziness to it he couldn't put his finger on. Vince walked to "his" couch, and sat down. He was really bored so he grabbed his guitar. He began to play it leaning back in the couch. He had the amp's sound at max so that you could hear it from anywhere in the place. He enjoyed playing loudly it was his favorite pass time as he could never do it at home. |
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| day | 3 Aug 2008, 11:46 AM Post #14 |
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Raiya seemed to ignore Jazz's questions to instead follow the sound of a blaring electric guitar to its source, she leapt from a couch up towards the wall which she then propelled herself off to get the required hieght to ger a hold of a metal path on the second level and hual herself onto it. She walked along it until she was above the boy strumming on his guitar, she just stood quietly observing him waiting for him to notice her whilst her shadow cast over him. His hair was crimson and so his eyes, unusual. What was he doing here? Who was he? Did he live here also? Questions and thoughts rushed through her head but still she heldback waiting for him to see her. |
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| Dave Mustaine | 3 Aug 2008, 08:10 PM Post #15 |
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Vincent had stopped playing as he had seen a shadow right above him. He was not alone, this was not a bad thing, but it might mean he would have to stop playing. He looked up and saw a girl sitting there watching him. "So tell me are you gonna sit there or come down?" He asked putting his guitar on it's stand. A soft breeze had flown in from the open windows, and if he wasn't such a couch potato he would go out and enjoy it. He was still looking at the girl though, and she seemed nice as she didn't disturb him. She must be weird though anyone staying here has to be especially Vince. |
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| day | 3 Aug 2008, 09:31 PM Post #16 |
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"Dunno, I haven't decided yet" Raiya said smiling slightly then she slipped herself over the edge and landed next to Vincent on the couch. "I'm Raiya, you are?" she introduced herself picking at a bit of loose thread on the couch. People made her nervous, they sometimes judged her but then being wrapped up in bandages as she was it was pretty suspicious. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 4 Aug 2008, 04:10 AM Post #17 |
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Jazz glanced up at Vincent and Raiya with a pleased smile. She sat cross-legged on the floor and had gathered a bunch of spray cans around her. She hummed lightly as she casually sprayed the word 'Flippd' over and over the wall in different colours. When she had covered every bit of wall in reach she stood up and walked over to the food crate then started rummaging around for two minute noodles while lightly humming. It was nice that Raiya was getting to know people, the girl obviously had problems. |
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| Dave Mustaine | 4 Aug 2008, 04:52 AM Post #18 |
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"My name Would be vincent, and as you can see I am a musician of sorts." Vincent said with a smile. This girl seemed nice enough, and he could see another girl in the distance. He called out to her "and what would your name be?" With a smile on his face, he was glad to be meeting people here. After all that is why he came to this place, wasn't it? |
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| day | 4 Aug 2008, 05:23 AM Post #19 |
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"I played the acoustic guitar for a little while but then another patient ate it" Raiya said casually as she luanched herself back up onto the path on the second level, "lucky for you I don't try to eat everything I come in contact with." Raiya strolled along it towards Jazz, "throw us up some paint will ya?" she called down as she paused above the wall Jazz had been working on, "I'll spray something up here" she told her smiling as her mind began picturing colourful graffiti art. She used to paint in the asylum to, she was quite good at it except someone always destroyed her work. The other patients were so, insane. |
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| Insert Anarchy Here | 4 Aug 2008, 08:47 AM Post #20 |
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After failing to find any noodles amongst the chips, soda, dried fruit, lollies and other junk food Jazz focussed on evesdropping on the other two. It caught her off guard when Vincent asked her her name. "Me? Oh, I'm Jazz." She smiled, "I kinda bought this place here, but I don't own it. Your Vincent right?" She ran her fingers through her hair, a habit she always did when she was telling someone something she wasn't expected to know. "I overheard you and Raiya talking." She added quickly. She looked over to Raiya and smiled, glad that she was getting into some vandilism practice. "I saw a pretty sweet gold under some of the dried fruit I think." Jazz stuffed her hand into the crate and a couple of seconds later pulled out a slightly dented spray can. "Heads up!" She lobbed it underarm up to Raiya. |
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