Divine Misdemeanors - The Haunt
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				Title: <strong>Divine Misdemeanors - The Haunt</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 22:47:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>T</strong> h e&nbsp; <strong>H</strong> a u n t</span></span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb395/Angzyn/cloverfield-movie-pictures.jpg)</div><br>Circling along the outskirts of Gilead, away from the bustle of 'life' and 'activity', is a hazy strip of those long forgotten.</div><br>While the center of Gilead is constantly evolving, continually advancing due to the Nephilim's memories of life on Earth...what happens to the relics of old? <br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><em><sup>Where do the lost memories go...?</sup></em></div><br><br>Pushed out from the city's central surroundings, places that no longer existed on Earth, places that were no longer frequented, places that no Nephilim remembered. Slowly, slowly, these places of abandonment found their way to the outermost ring of Gilead and the Haunt eventually came to be. A ring of buildings no longer found - dilapidated, abandoned, rotting, and forgotten. <br><br>Like Gilead, there was no rhyme or rhythm to the jumbled ruins. A crumbling ancient castle could be found side by side with a forsaken hotel. Yet here, in the Haunt, all held a common trait. Tied together due to their no longer being wanted, no longer needed, no longer <em>remembered</em>. <br><br>Here the lost souls gather. Nephilim who never 'wake' eventually lose themselves to the endless cycle of Gilead. Becoming less and less of what they were, becoming more and more of what they were not. Ghostly images, pale shadows, an imitation of former glory...in time, lost souls were nothing more than insubstantial flits. Those glimpses of a nameless shadow passing by the corner of your eye.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps they were attracted to the morbid surroundings, feeling at home amongst others that had been condemned to the passage of time. Perhaps they were seeking for memories lost, clinging to a past once held dear. No one truly knows, <em>for once lost in Gilead you are lost to all...</em><br><br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><br><strong>- - - - - Notes - - - - - </strong><br><br>••• All transactions with the Iurus Formator will take place here. Meaning that whenever a deal is to be made, the posts will 'skip over' and continue here so that we have all of the contracts in one thread. However, this does not necessarily mean that the going-ons will take place in the Haunt itself.<br><br>••• A list of all players and their current statuses [leaning towards which faction, amount of humanity left] will be posted here from time to time. No specific numbers will be used, instead a general idea will be given.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Divine Misdemeanors - The Haunt</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>25-11-2010, 01:33:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/01/Taya.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Stamp.gif) <span style="font-family: pristina;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 25pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>T</strong>aya, the <strong>I</strong>urus <strong>F</strong>ormator</span></span> (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/23/Stamp.gif)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Currently:</strong> Bedtime reading...<em>To eat, or not to eat? That, is the question...</em></div><br><br>There were many ways to describe Gilead. Some may term it as an oxymoron, others may roll 'lacuna' off their tongue. To the Nephilim it may be a facade of what they had once known and held so dear. To the other entities lurking within the shadows it may be prison, an endless cycle of repetition. To Taya, Gilead was a home of sorts. <br><br>There had been no previous life on "Earth" for Taya. In fact, there had been no previous life at all. A Nephilim and yet so much more, she was an essence that floated aimlessly throughout Gilead. Stopping occasionally but never for long. It was as if she were searching for something - a fruitless endeavor thus far. <em>Or was it?</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20090530041422.jpg)</div><br>Sea-green hair pooled about porcelain skin, eyes hidden beneath a slender wrist. The prone figure lay sprawled across the musty mattress, one leg hanging lazily off the side while the other was perched up. One of the many booklets scattered around the room rested against the raised knee, seemingly opened at a random page filled with frantic scrawlings. Dark scribblings pepper the pages, some done with so much force the paper had ripped and left imprints on the next page. Of the passages still legible, further scrutiny revealed messy characters. Chinese.<br><br>Language held no meaning to Taya. Like many others who resided in Gilead, she could easily read even the most archaic of hieroglyphics just as she could speak any tongue. <br><br><em>"...Younger Sister was eaten by Elder Brother. I have no way of knowing whether Mother knew about it or not...<br><br>...Elder Brother told me that when parents are ill, a son, in order to be counted as a really good person, should slice off a piece of his own flesh, boil it, and let them eat it...<br><br>...Younger Sister happened to die at just the time when Elder Brother was in charge of the house. Who's to say he didn't slip some of her meat into the food we ate? Who's to say I didn't eat a few pieces of my younger sister's flesh without knowing it? And now it's my turn...Maybe there are some children around who still haven't eaten human flesh. Save the children..."</em><br><div style="text-align: right;"><sup>Excerpts from <span class="bbc_u">Diary of a Madman</span> by Lu Xun</sup></div><br>The wrist raised into the air, fingers splaying as if testing that each one still worked, before curling slowly into a fist. Grasping aimlessly, catching only so much air. Blank grey eyes stared emotionlessly up at the hand with an odd detachment. It was as if she wasn't really looking at her own hand but someone else's. Suddenly the edges of her lips curled into a small smile, like one privy to an inside joke. <br><br>"Cannibalism, huh?" The words were soft, and yet could be heard clearly throughout the silence. Sitting up, the diary falling to the floor with the rest, the woman stretched both arms up above her head. "Perhaps another time..." Before sliding off the bed and...<br><br><div style="text-align: right;"><sup><em>Continued in Gilead (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89543.msg3934885#msg3934885)</em></sup></div><br>
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