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Post by DeredereChan on Aug 9, 2015 6:36:54 GMT -5
The cloaked figure spun around with barely enough time to block with their left hand, and the sound of cracking bones can be heard from that arm. Immediately afterwards, the figure appears in front of Bill, as though the injury means nothing to them; suddenly he is grabbed with the figure's good arm by his shirt. The figure leans in, and unmistakably with Izzy's voice, it says, "I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT. I HATE IT." SHE HATES IT With that, she throws Bill a few meters away; no murderous intent, as if she was trying to get him away from her rather than to cause harm. afterwards, she turns around and runs incredibly quick out of sight, moving like a bullet. Bill is left all alone; Izzy gone without a trace.
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Post by Residisi on Aug 9, 2015 6:48:24 GMT -5
"S-So fast!" Bill screamed as he suddenly found himself lying on the ground. What he fought was so fast, faster than King himself! He didn't even realize that he was being thrown. He stood up, and saw that Izzy wasn't there. "Izzy.....Were you even Izzy, I wonder...." He whispered, before chuckling a bit. "Of course not! Izzy would never do something like this! I bet it's just a Stand user trying to mess with me.....I'll just go to Izzy's house and find her there!" He said, walking towards Izzy's house, but deep inside he felt as if something was wrong.
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Post by hellohello on Aug 9, 2015 17:24:50 GMT -5
Bill would open the door to Izzy's house to find Joey sitting at the kitchen table, staring solemnly into the distance. His mouth was open slightly, and his eyes were unfocused. He looked like he was in shock. Without looking up, he slid a newspaper across the table towards Bill. On the front page, the headline read:
“LITTLE GIRL FOUND DEAD:POLICE SUSPECT FOUL PLAY”
Jimmy walked the streets of Kashmir, making his way to the downtown area of town. He headed for a small car wash that Billy's brother ran. A large neon sign hung outside, reading “Burnard's Washing Business, Great Deals, Half Off, etc, etc”. Jimmy walked inside, causing the man behind the counter to lower the newspaper he was reading. “Hey, Jim. Billy's in the back. Hey, you read the paper yet? What's the world coming to, eh?” Jimmy nodded awkwardly before heading for the back. Billy was what you'd imagine the most stereotypical 'punk rocker' ever was. Mohawk, tattoos, piercings, t-shirts with no sleeves, ripped up blue jeans, that sorta thing. He was laying on a couch, smoking, and listening to the Sex Pistols. “Hey Jim. One sec, I love this song,” Billy closed his eyes and moved his hands around in the air, like he was the conductor at an orchestra. Of all the songs to do that to, Friggin' in the Riggin' was an odd choice. But no matter. “No here for drugs, Billy. I'm here to talk to you about...”, Jimmy trailed off as he walked over and closed the door to the room. “I'm here to talk to you about...some of the stuff you talked about. Bombs and the like.” Billy stopped moving his hands, and opened his eyes. He swung his legs over and onto the floor, and looked Jimmy in the eyes. “You're not...fuckin' with me, are you?”. Jimmy shook his head, and took a seat on a chair across from him. Billy's eyes figuratively sparkled. “S-sure man. I...yeah man. Um...”. Billy grabbed his leather jacket off of the coach and stood up. “We're gonna have to go see a friend of mine, Jell-O. He knows more about this stuff than me.” Jimmy smiled and stood up. “Excellent.” Billy stared at him awkwardly for a minute. “Uh, yeah man. Excellent.”
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Post by DeredereChan on Aug 9, 2015 17:41:02 GMT -5
Izzy had ran into the woods surrounding Kashmir in record time, this new evolution of her Stand still active, her broken arm waving behind her like a flag. She wasn't running in any particular direction; she just wanted to run away. She kept on running headfirst into several trees, because she couldn't see where she was going at all. It was an odd sight, this incredibly fast figure continually head butting trees like a game of pinball. At the same time, a war was being waged inside of Izzy's mind. She was straining to calm down, but another voice in her head was even louder. It was whispering obscene things to her, things about those who need to be punished, things about those who deserve to be killed. The girl was struggling to not listen to the voice in her head when she suddenly came to a stop.
She kneeled down and began to scream, her left arm cracking with terrible sounds. And in the next moment, Izzy fell unconscious.
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Post by Residisi on Aug 10, 2015 8:49:22 GMT -5
"W-What the hell..." Bill said as he took a closer look at the newspaper and saw the pictures....It couldn't be....Judi?!
"WHAT THE HELL?!? THIS IS NOT WHAT I WANTED!" Bill shouted, slamming the newspaper on the table. "I wanted to come and apologize to her......Izzy...." He then thought about his previous fight against "Izzy" and how she looked like. Maybe she had heard about Judi death and couldn't handle losing both Iommi and Judi. "Goddamnit!" Bill thought as he raised his fist angrily. "I should have talked to her more and pinned her down! Instead I let her go, thinking that it wasn't her! What will she do now?! What has happened to her Stand?!" He thought, while staring at Joey, whom looked still shocked.
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Post by hellohello on Aug 10, 2015 13:39:35 GMT -5
Joey put his head in his hands, and just stayed like that. He made no move to acknowledge Bill any further. Johnny "Jell-O" Boligrafo lived inside of his parent's garage on the West end of town. His parents were rarely home, so he pretty much had the place to himself. Jimmy's initial reaction to the man was positive, as he seemed nice. He wore clean dress pants, a button up shirt, and his hair was cut evenly. Nothing about him screamed crazy anarchist. He and Billy were talking in another room at the moment, while Jimmy sat on a plastic stool outside the door. He couldn't hear what they were saying. Eventually, they opened the door and called Jimmy into the garage. Inside was...weird. It was neat, almost obsessively so. Everything was put in place, labeled, that sort of thing. Jell-O walked over to a plastic tub that was underneath a bed, and pulled it out. Inside the tub was...shit. Fertilizer to be specific. "You may not know this, Jim, but you can make a bomb out of fertilizer. So, if you want to go that route, we can do that." He stepped to the right and removed another tub from under his bed. This one was full of grenades. Jimmy's eyes widened in surprise and he back up a bit. "Don't worry, they won't go off...probably." he moved over again and pulled out another tub, pointed inside, and said, "Claymores." Jimmy shook his head in disbelief. "How did you even get all this stuff?" Jell-O smiled wistfully. "I used to be in the army. I got connections." He moved over and sat on his bed, and looked up at Jimmy. "So, Jim. Why do you want any of this stuff?" Jimmy closed his eyes, thinking over what his decision could mean. He opened them after about a minute and explained his plan in full. Billy gulped nervously and Jell-O laughed quietly. "Yeah, Jim. Yeah...this could work."
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Post by Residisi on Aug 10, 2015 14:28:21 GMT -5
"Goddamnit!" Bill cursed himself as he opened the door and then proceeded to slam it shut. He started running, but he didn't really know where he was going. He started running, running, and running, looking for something, someone, to talk to. He knew how Izzy felt, the pain of losing someone deep to you. Izzy's pain was however greater, since Bill getting used to Iommi's betrayal slightly softened the psychological damage he received from his death. Izzy however lost both Iommi and Judi in a single day. Bill was afraid about what Izzy may do. Her Stand was already quite powerful and it behaved like a wild animal, attacking everything that it approached. He was worried that she might kill someone, damage some public structures or spook the city as the "Shadow over Kashmir", but what really frightened him was if Izzy attempted to do something to herself, be it self-harm or mutilation, or even worse: Discarding your own life.
Of course, Bill was being quite negative and he ran and ran, finally stopping at a bus stop and gasping for breath. He started sweating and adjusted his cap, staring at the bizarre hallways that formed the labyrinth of Kashmir. It would have taken him hours to explore all of the city, and the task he was thinking about was quite insane! Searching all of the city for Izzy, had he gone nuts?! Bill kept panting, his legs feeling numb from so much running, before he touched his sweaty forehead and started thinking: He was being irrational and illogical. Acting like a sociopath in the middle of the street wasn't exactly a good idea, and since there was a lack of commotion nearby and no TVs were broadcasting any news about a shadowy demon, it made sense that Izzy had simply left Kashmir and went somewhere else. That however complicated problems: What was she doing out of her home town?
Bill then saw the mansion in the distance and knew that only one person knew about Izzy more than him and Joey. He approached the gargantuan building and knocked on the door precisely three times, waiting for it to open and hoping that the cold-hearted maid from always would come and greet him with her scent of frost and frigid appearance.
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Post by DeredereChan on Aug 10, 2015 17:48:48 GMT -5
There was no answer from within the mansion; perhaps Anne wasn't there at the moment.
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Post by hellohello on Aug 12, 2015 15:09:39 GMT -5
They had been sitting outside of Mr. Johnson's mansion for some time. Jell-O's van was parked across the street, and they were waiting for the right moment to strike. It had been pretty easy to convince Jell-O, since the man seemed drawn to chaos. Billy was harder. While he was into the whole anarchy 'thing', he was a bit of a pushover. But then Jell-O pulled him aside and gave him some hyped up speech about sticking it to the Man and he got on board. Jel-O had spent the last five minutes taring out the window before finally saying, "Alright, gentlemen, I think it's...huh. Jim, who's that?" Jimmy looked out the window at Bill. "Ah, dammit...some kid I got into a fight with once. He's a punk....but uh, not in the cool way. We should probably just wait for him yo leave." Jell-O shrugged and turned up the radio. They had time.
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Post by Residisi on Aug 12, 2015 15:34:21 GMT -5
Bill would await for a few more seconds, before sighing and deciding that no-one was there. Perhaps Anne knew what had happened to Izzy and left to search for her? He would never know. While he was leaving, he saw a strange van parked next to the mansion. "Huh. That's a really, really ugly van. I feel sorry for whoever drives that...." Paul thought, unaware of who lurked within it. After those brief seconds he would leave the area, heading towards Izzy's house again. Perhaps Joey had gotten out of his trance and could give him more information, or perhaps there were more clues in Izzy's house that he hadn't checked.
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Post by darkisnotevil on Aug 18, 2015 18:18:08 GMT -5
David's awareness of danger suddenly alarmed him to something. He wasn't sure where, but there was something bad going on. Putting on his jacket and making sure his holdout was where he kept it, he turned off the television, stepped outside his room, and went downstairs. Either he would find trouble, or trouble would find him.
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Post by DeredereChan on Aug 21, 2015 19:30:20 GMT -5
"Get up, girl. It's not like you to lie around like this."
These words rang around in Izzy's head for a moment, bringing her back to consciousness. She turned over, and she saw a vaguely familiar figure standing over her. A man in a Hawaiian shirt, holding out his hand to help her up. She reached out with her left hand to grab the outstretched limb, not thinking about how she had broken it when she had attacked Bill, but it seemed to have healed on it's own. Izzy was somewhat alarmed by this but she didn't have time to question it. She got to her feet, looked from the man back to her hand, and then turned the other way. "Stay away from me." Izzy said in a hoarse voice. "I'm dangerous." And she meant it. She wasn't sure of who the next person she would attack would be; she felt scared of what she could do.
The man in the Hawaiian shirt chuckled a bit; it was a dry laugh, but a genuine one. "Danger never stopped me before. Come on, we should get out of this place. I was never a fan of nature in the first place."
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Post by hellohello on Aug 25, 2015 14:45:36 GMT -5
Joey got up from the table. This was not the time to sit around. Someone had killed Judi purposefully, that much was obvious. For Christ's sake, she had a sack on her head. Plus, Joey didn't believe for a seconf that she didn't fight back. That must mean that her kidnapper was a stand user. Joey knew plenty of suspicious people, but stand users? Hm...David had mentioned a mysterious man that he had had some trouble with. A stand user, in fact. Joey grabbed his coat and headed out the door, walking in the direction of David's workplace.
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Post by darkisnotevil on Aug 26, 2015 12:40:02 GMT -5
From a distance, David could see the van. Noticing that it wasn't a vehicle he recognized, he guessed that it might have been some sort of maintenance vehicle. But as he began to approach it, the impression he got that there was trouble nearby drew ever-stronger.
ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ ~
This feeling... Something's wrong. Whatever's in that van stinks of danger. Cautious, Hamilton approached as slowly as he could, stopping once he had gotten within about a hundred feet of the machine. He leaned his back to the fence, looking around for anyone else approaching.
If it turns out to be nothing, I'll just stop at Commando's for the best burgers in town. Then he blinked as he realized what he had just said. God, has that catchphrase stuck in my head, too?
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