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Post by Nicxan on Aug 20, 2009 23:21:46 GMT -5
“I can’t feel nothin’ at all!”
That was all she could hear. Singing. It wasn’t amazing singing, either. If anything, it was half assed … but that wasn’t the issue. Where was she? Samus remembered being chased down the pathway … blue eyes glanced around, taking in the sights and smell of this new area. This wasn’t Zebes. It couldn’t be Zebes …
Vaguely, the huntress recalled the travel. Most of it was spent running, down the path, but she paused suddenly when she smelt iron, heavy in the air. Brushing this aside, she pressed on, only to suddenly grip her throat. What had that been like? It felt like her vocal chords were being pulled and manipulated against her own will—painful, somewhat, and very, very annoying. It only lasted a few seconds … but if nothing else … she could remember that. Samus placed one hand around her throat gently, and then bothered to look around at the odd alleyway.
There were numerous amounts of people here, all dressed in some of the most scandalous clothes she had ever seen. They all had … odd hair, to say the least, with a dull look in their eyes. It was almost like … like … She couldn’t put her finger on it. The only thing she knew is that she’d have to get out of here, and fast. Samus glanced back to the odd people, turned, and jerked violently. Oh, dear gods, not again. The portal was gone … she was stuck here?! Her heart sank, and she pounded against the wall, grunting. The people looked at her oddly, but then carried about their business. Samus noticed their odd stares, but she didn’t care. She just… wanted to go home.
Just go home ...
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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 21, 2009 0:47:18 GMT -5
Graves whistled happily as he rounded the corner. He took a glance at his usual junkies and smiled. They were all here. Seems the Repoman hadn't gotten any of them today. His eyes continued to scan the alleyway. It was the same as always. Brickes, concreat, and...an orange armored woman.
"Well well well, what have we here? Have you come to try the 21st Century Cure? Come to get this seasons cheek bones?" Graves sang, a pleased smile on his face. He knew she would come to him, they all do at some point.
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Post by Nicxan on Aug 24, 2009 18:13:44 GMT -5
[[ Sorry for taking so long. *ahem* She's in her Zero Suit, so yeah. ; Just so ya know. ]] "Excuse me?" Samus raised an eyebrow and turned to face the Graverobber, clutching her Paralyzer tightly in her hand. How cocky, to think that he was the reason she wound up there. The huntress opened her mouth to speak again, but it didn't quite come out the way she intended it to; " I didn't come for your call-- It was an accident to be here at all!" She gasped and clenched her throat tightly, eyes wide and shaking her head. No, she wasn't supposed to sing! What the hell!? She didn't want to sing! " What the hell is going on?!" Her tone grew quieter, but it was obvious that she was irritated and annoyed to near death. Running into this guy was the LAST thing she wanted to do.
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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 25, 2009 23:58:49 GMT -5
Graves just smiled wider at Samus and motioned around him.
"Surgery, surgery. You are in the home where one is infected by their genetics, and cured by their cosmetics" he sang and pointed to the massive GeneCo building poking up out from behind the other buildings in the city.
"But thjis cure comes at a price. Money yes, but also your life. Here to sing is to live, to stop, is to die!" Graves laughed at the end and began walking down the alleyway.
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Post by Nicxan on Aug 26, 2009 0:09:12 GMT -5
Genetics? What? Samus wanted answers. Not just singing (he didn't have that great of a voice, anyways). She took a second to glance back at the massive GeneCo building, but it didn't tell her anything, aside from the fact that there was a building there.
Angrier, she turned back to Graverobber.
"Genetics don't mean a thing to me! Just tell me where I am, without all this 'mystique!' Be as simple as you can be!" Her tone was commanding as she stormed to Graverobber in a rhythmic fashion, grabbing his coat tightly and attempting to tug him back.
"Tell me!"
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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 26, 2009 0:43:06 GMT -5
Graves pushed Samus away and ran a hand through his dreads.
"You want it simple? Without complications? That isn't how life works girl! This is my town, my world. Here we have rules. Rules that if followed you live, if not you die. Get it?" Graves sang and tiled his head to the side with his question.
"Here it's a mighty dark city, with a mighty scary plot. Surgery is needed to make one perfect. New parts are given and taken everyday. Here, we all sing. We all dance. Because to do that, is to live. If you stop singing and dancing, it's cause you cant anymore. Because those beautiful little eyes have lost their light and you're.......DEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAADDDDDDD!" Graves screamed into the air, his voice echoing throughout the alleyway.
The large amount of jumkies all began to stand up and started surrounding Samus, all singing the same thing.
"To sing is to live, to not is to be caught by HIM."
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Post by Nicxan on Aug 26, 2009 0:50:38 GMT -5
Samus stumbled when she was pushed away, but steadied herself before she looked like a fool. NOW he had done it. If he wasn't explaining, then things would've gotten violent. She took a deep breath to calm her temper, and listened silently.
When she opened her eyes, she noticed the swarm of people surrounding her. With obvious unease, she tried to force them away, but no such luck. They kept closing in, and she was pretty much trapped. Her blue eyes were narrowed out of irritation, but she took the time to ask one more question.
"Him? Who is 'him?'" She paused.
"Direct just as before, if you care to To be frank, I don't give a damn if you rule I have a question, it's only common courtesy to answer!"
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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 26, 2009 1:29:55 GMT -5
Graves shook his head.
"The girl doesn't listen. Not my rules girl. The rules. And Him, he is the one we all fear. The one we are all in debt to. The....REEEEPOOOOOOOOO MAAAAAAAAAAAN!" Graves sang, his junkies joining in in the singing of the words, 'Repo Man.'
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Post by Nicxan on Aug 26, 2009 1:41:43 GMT -5
"Don't slander me!" The spoken words were few, but she treasured them. She hated singing. So much.
Repoman? Samus shrunk back a bit, but tightly clenched onto her Paralyzer, face blanching. This was getting weirder and weirder, and she didn't like it one bit.
"Who is this Repoman ...?"
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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 26, 2009 20:45:40 GMT -5
Graves smiled at this as the junkies backed away from Samus.
"Out from the night, from the mist steps the figure. No one really knows his name for sure. He stands at six foot six head and shoulders. Pray he never comes knocking at your door. Say that you one bought a heart or new cornias. But never manages to square away your debts. He won't bother to write or to phone you. He'll just rip the still beating heart from you chest!
The junkies joined in; "REEEEEEEPOOOOO MAAAAAAAAAAN! REEEEEEEEPOOO MAAAAAAAAN," and Graves began again.
"Now you can run, you can hide, you can try to. But he always has a way of finding you. He will come at your weakest hour. When no one is around who might rescue you. "
And the junkies can in with their chorus.
"REEEEEPOOOOOO MAAAAAAAN! REEEEEEPOOOOOO MAAAAAAAN!"
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Post by Nicxan on Aug 26, 2009 20:53:23 GMT -5
Samus listened in stunned, silent shock as she listened to Graverobber's little solo.
"And he's not stopped because? Why? That should be illegal, where I came from, it was!" she snapped, taking one step forward. She could see the junkies back away, and she was going to take every advantage she could get at this point. This was ridiculous. But that was such a helpful description. She knew a lot of people that were six foot six ...
"How do you find him? I can put an end to it!"
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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 26, 2009 21:00:43 GMT -5
Graves laughed and clapped his hands.
"So you shall step up and be the hero? The Repo Man cannot be easily stop. For you see. Rotti, the most powerful man in the world has made Organ reposession legal. Here, the Repo Man is free to do his work. For those who don't pay, don't get to keep their organs, and no longer sing."
"Button button, who has the button. To find the Repo Man is to find death itself. The only sure way is to go in for surgery, and not pay your bill."
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Post by Nicxan on Aug 26, 2009 21:15:09 GMT -5
Rotti ...?
"It's LEGAL!?" Samus sounded genuinely shocked and appalled, and she shook her head.
"No, that cannot be! The Federation wouldn't let assassins run free!" You had to PAY for organs, and if you didn't keep up with payments--what?!--you were KILLED?! This was ridiculous!
She listened to Graves explain how to find the Repoman, and snarled quietly. "And you think I would do that? Listen to the words of a--" Samus cut herself off.
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Post by Metal Menace or The Girl Robin on Aug 26, 2009 21:36:41 GMT -5
Soon, from the smoky shadows emerged a figure who somehow seemed simultaneously out of place and fully in his element. How a 35 foot tall robotic conqueror could ever not look out of place was a paradox, and yet there he was, all blacks and greys, a perfect camouflage - as a building. He heard his vocoder whirring oddly, and cleared his throat, which despite being quiet to him, was loud enough that they all heard him clearly. The portal had appeared and disappeared. So, it wasn't quite the space bridge he'd expected it to be. Though there were some similarities. Most of the people here were dressed in what looked like hides. The only one who wasn't also carried a weapon - though it was of no consequence to him. He stepped closer, leaning his head towards the alleyway. He heard a sickening 'crunch' and realized he'd stepped on a human's legs. It was a native of this world - no matter. He'd expected to hear screaming, not...song?
"Hey! Many thanks, my friend, I'd never been able to get free of them! Now I am free, free as the wind blows, to get me some femurs, to match my elbows!"
He stepped back, his face a mask of confusion.
"What? What the slag do you speak!?"
He looked down at Graves and Samus, his sneer returning.
"I am Megatron, lordly high Deception - Pray tell, what world have I landed on?"
It never hurt to be initially polite - that was how he'd taken Cybertron, after all. Make a few allies, then strike when they never expected.
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Post by Finance your Organs here! on Aug 26, 2009 22:14:33 GMT -5
Graves was about to answer Samus' questions when he heard a loud booming singing voice. He looked up to see a massive metal man that he could of sworn was a building a few seconds ago. He smirked however at his questions.
"You are in the Huntsman Borough! A world of surgery and singing. Welcome second newcomer!" Graves sang and laughed aloud. This was turning into a very interesting day.
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