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Shall I officially close this storybook?

Yeah, close it.
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No! It must live!
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Couldn't we just postpone it until after summer?
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“Saving Face”, Reign of Darkness sequel

You have to be devoted to join this. No posting a profile and not posting for your character. Ask any of the old members; I PM you like there’s no tomorrow when you don’t post.




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History

In the year 2000, nineteen years ago, one man figured out a way to create monsters out of mental energy and emotion. Evil thoughts, hate, fear, grief. He took them and made them into creatures dubbed “shadows” by those who fought them. They could be a cloud or take a form, so you never knew where they would show up next.

For nine years they terrorized the world, ruining lives, families, never stopping. They were so powerful that people who survived being attacked by them gained superpowers. This was a very small number, but a number nonetheless. Gradually those survivors found each other and figured that if anyone would save the world like in the comic books, it should be them. So they trekked the United States, searching for the man who had started it all.

Well, they found him. But it wasn’t so easy getting rid of him. First they attacked, thinking they had killed him. Then someone brought him back to health and helped to create more shadows, betraying the group of super powered. A final battle was fought, with the armies of nations and the group. The shadows outnumbered them five ten feet tall monsters with big teeth to one puny little soldier with a sub-machine gun. And you know what? The humans won, killed the man who had created the shadows, and brought as many people who had been driven insane by shadows residing inside their bodies back to sanity.

That was ten years ago.

Things can change in only ten years. And this is proof. The number of super powered has shot up drastically, with almost 350,000,000 people world wide being able to do something paranormal or superhuman. Those people have been outlawed, hunted down by the government to turn them into soldiers. What the group of super powered who saved the world did has been forgotten; it’s not even in history books. The world has fallen into a third world war. And we’re doomed.








Now

You walk down the crowded city street. The bright colors have been burned by bombs, turning the place drab. The songs “Won’t Get Fooled Again” and “Eye of the Beholder” play in the back of your mind. You look up at a digital news broadcaster. It flashes “7:24 PM, June 13, 2019” over and over. But you don’t care what the time is, or the date. You only every think, “Will I live to see tomorrow? Will I want to?”. It’s a struggle every day to stay alive, but it’s a struggle every second to keep your dignity and honor.

Welcome to Chaos.

More and more people seem to have superpowers. Maybe it’s from all the new radiation coming from all the new toxic waste dumps. Maybe it’s more people than thought survived shadow attacks. Whatever it is, there are so many super powered (about 5% of the entire world population), that they’ve been outlawed in North America, South America, Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia, Oceania, the Caribbean, and everywhere else that it’s possible to survive.

Technology’s not really different: Cell phones are shinier; Computers are smaller; TV’s are thinner. Only once super powers came publicly known, they had to find a way to erase powers from a person besides death, and they did.

We all hide our powers. If you’re found to have them, you’re automatically property of the government. You’re caught, brainwashed, and raised up to be a soldier. Not a happy picture.

And then, on the other side, the traitor is building up an army of powered. He’ll tempt them, bribe them, even brainwash them to get them. No one knows if he’s good or bad, since no one knows what good or bad is. They just know that he’s there, he’s powerful, and he’s in it to win it.

Let’s grow another side to put this part: We are in the middle of WW3. So, when the world’s about to come to an end for individuals, we’re trying to blow it up. The U.S., Asia, and Europe are on one side, while Africa, most of South America and Australia are on the other. Everyone else is just in the way. There are sides in the sides, as in Russia might be on a totally different side than Germany, but I didn’t feel like writing that out. Don’t ask me how it started; someone probably stepped on the other’s toe at a UN conference or something. No one’s winning yet, we’re still dropping nuclear bombs and terrorizing. That’s before stats.









Sides

No one’s entirely good, and no one’s pure evil. Don’t pick a side based on “Is my character a hero or villain?” because that question is unusable. If your character was taken, think about which one you want to write about or needs more characters. If your character picked, well, which one would your character pick?



Loyalties:

You saw he was powerful. You knew he would win. Either that, or you were held at gunpoint and brainwashed. You are a Powered who is quite literally loyal to “the Traitor” (whose name you don’t know, but it’s Joseph Hafton. You can’t claim Joseph, he’s mine). You call him “Master”. Some would call you stupid for trusting him; others, brilliant. There are so many feelings on this subject in politics, you’ve learned to just ignore them all and do your own thing (or whatever you’re told).

Loyalties aren’t the bad guys. In fact, they’re probably better than any of the other groups. They’re like spies; they act like anyone else off the street when you’re looking, but when it’s time to go to work they’re someone completely different. Very few of them are mean. And they aren’t henchmen. They just see that this is the winning side, and picked it.

However, your life as a Loyalty isn’t a 24/7 gig. It’s usually just whenever your particular services are needed and you’re called upon that you really stand out as a Loyalty. You can be needed anywhere from weeks at a time to only a few hours. You never know. Loyalties are very manipulative and find ways to get what they want, no matter what.

You never really break the law (outside of assassination and the occasional kidnapping on order) just for the heck of it or for survival.



Rebels:

You’re completely on your own. Well, except maybe some fellow rebels or a few friendly civilians who don’t think Powered are dangerous monsters out to take over the world.

Rebels are kept on their toes running from Drones. Not literally, an actual chase is very rare. This is supposed to be as realistic as Sci-Fi with superheroes™ can get. But anyways, Rebels are enemies with every other group. They’re the outcasts, and have no friends other than themselves.

It’s not like they don’t have lives, however. Most create aliases and continue living life like a Civilian.



Drones:

You have no memories of what happened to you before your life as a government agent. No one knows you exist. Everything’s a secret. Your only companions? Your fellow Drones.

Drones were taken from their previous life by force once word got out they had powers. They were then brainwashed and trained as a soldier. This could have happened when you were 13 (when powers first start to show their faces) or older. However, you’re still human. You still have emotions, hopes, dreams, fears.

Drones are the secret agents of the government. They hunt down Loyalties and Rebels to capture, brainwash and turn them.

Civilian:

Either you don’t have powers (your average Joe off the street), or you do and it hasn’t become publicly known (hope against all hope that you aren’t found out), you aren’t part of any of the powered groups.

Civilians, the non-Powered type, tend to think that all Powered are dangerous, useless hooligans whose only purpose is to disturb what peace there is. Civilians, the Powered type, just think, “I hope I can hide my powers”.

Civilians are average people with average jobs and general problems with the usual joys and normal sorrows. They have homes, bomb shelters, financial issues, they care about politics, they’re just human. Nothing more.









Rules


Alas, many people have gone into just saying “The usual rules”. Well, what are those rules? Anyone? I’m not going to do that, so ya’ll will have actual written rules to follow this time. Muahaha!


In addition to the rules of YWS…

-No god-modding, prefect characters, or cussing. The following (read backwards) are considered curse words: [ssip][nmad][lleh][doG ho]

-Violence and gore are allowed, but there are guidelines. It has to be PG-13 or under. If it’s detailed, put it in a spoiler and warn us. Blood is fine, but remember, if it’s really detailed spoiler it. (Note: My idea of PG-13 is the first four minutes of any CSI episode, so anything there or less is fine. But detailed stuff still has to be spoilered.)

-You can have relationships and romance, but keep it at kissing, sweet nothings, taking bullets, etc. However, no sexual scenes (YWS SB rule there) OR reference. I don’t want one word on the subject! You got that? Not one single word!

-Please use proper spelling, punctuation, and capitalization. I’m not saying grammar because even mine’s questionable, but just try to make things as easy on the eye as possible.

-You must post at least once every four days, or your character(s) will be killed.

-Please keep all discussion in the discussion thread. This includes everything, from, “When do we start?” to “I think we posted at the same time, JonnyGuy1939. Which post should we go with?” to “Nice post, AnnaGirl392! How cute!” Everything. Okay? Good.

Every time you break a rule, you get a mark. Five marks and you get kicked out of the story. Sorry, but that’s the best way to enforce the rules.










Format

When posting, please post the name of your character, the side, and the day. Example:

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Okay! So, I'm reserving my spots for Damien and Spencer, and I'm also going to reserve another spot for a female, okay? But the female is a maybe.
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*shakes finger in everyone's faces* Please, only character posts on this thread! So, the only one who has posted a profile so far is jok101 (thank you) and myself. We can't start without characters!


And please join people! We only have twenty characters reserved! The more the merrier!

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I'll reserve a spot for a female
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I'm leaving for a vacation tomorrow, so please, post your profiles by Sunday. You'll lose your reservation if it's any later than Sunday.
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I promise I'll post my profile right after school is over!!
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I have a question, if you weren't in the last one, would you still be able to join?
I want to get back in Storybooks after my absence.
I promise I am commited. ;3

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P.S. If I can join, it would be one male character.
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Incognito, you I-D-10-T! If you'd like to post an application, go to the discussion! And yes you can, silly! That's why its open for all!
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Sure you can join! It'd be great to have another character. Just post a profile.
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Since Tex said we can start. If it wasn't okay that I started, then tell me so in the DT so I can delete this.

Spencer:

Spencer took another swig of the cheep beer that he was drinking, his head swimming beneath the lines of reality and fantasy. His arms slung over his knees as he sat on the curb of the road, the lamp light flickering, luminating his silver-blonde hair so that it shine white. Green eyes surrounded by a fringe of silver eyelashes, whites bloodshot, dark sallow lines beneath his eyes from lack-of-sleep. Some things in life can forever change a man -- but Spencer hadn't felt human since that day.

No matter how much he tried to phase out such gruesome thoughts, it kept crawling back to him like a stray that he'd begun to feed. Once he took a single second to imagine the blood pooling from Cadence's stomach, it all rushed forward through him, and it couldn't be stopped until he drowned it all out with the alchohol.

Spencer pushed a hand through his thick blonde hair, slowly blinking his eyes shut before allowing the bottle to slip through his skeletal fingers. He clenched his mouth into a hard line, letting out a deep sigh before pulling himself to his feet, grabbing the cool metal surface of the lamp post for support. A dizzy bile rose in his throat as he leaned forward, opening his mouth to take deep steady breath. "Oh jeez ..."

In the distance Spencer heard the faint, shrill cry of a car horn. He snapped from the dark surface which he'd been trapped under, his eyes coming into more focus. "Say ... have you found anything for today?"

"Mother ... I'm hungry!" "We'll get some food soon, dear, just hang in there!"

"Hide it here ...? No ... There? How about here ...?"

Spencer had forgotten his gift to hear what animals were thinking. He scratched behind his ear and groaned, stretching his torso while rubbing his stomach. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a flash of gray near his navy suitcase. He let his head turn slowly, spotting the tiny mouse snuffling around the suitcase for signs of food. "Get away!" Spencer growled at the creature, using a harsh tone that he rarely used. Alchohol gave him fangs.

A long while ago, while the twins were still young, Spencer remembered the nights when his parents would leave the house under the care of a thirteen-year-old babysitter who was only concerned about talking to her friends about boys. Cadence had always gotten that wild look in her eyes when Mother and Father had told her the news. But Spencer always kept his face composed, though underneath he was itching to stop the ideas that were sprouting in Cadence's mind like weeds.

One evening the babysitter had drifted to sleep on the couch, and Cadence had slipped from her bed. She snuck back up the stairs a few minutes later, pulling Spencer's arm. "C'mon! Nadine is asleep!" The two padded down the stairs in the footy-pajamas, rummaging through the kitchen for junk food that would keep them buzzed all night. But it wasn't long before the lock on the front door wiggled, and the door creaked open.

Spencer could only imagine that if he'd seen his reflection at this moment, he'd feel that choked-up pain inside his throat that felt like the building of tears, all eager to escape.

But Spencer could only wish he'd brought another beer. The sorrow was weighing down on his chest like a rock. When Father had stumbled in, Mother supporting almost all his weight, Spencer had noticed his red-rimmed eyes, usually filled with kindness, clouded with a disturbing anger. Father had went on to trash many things that were in his path before Mother had finally gotten him up the stairs.

"Why didn't you say anything about us leaving tonight?"

Spencer snapped out of his thoughts. There, standing beneath a streelight a few lengths away, her dirty-blonde hair shimmering like a halo. Waves of hair often escaped her bun, but today Ellie had her hair cascading over her shoulders. She had herself neat and organized. Spencer turned away, rubbing his eyes. "I told you, didn't I?" His voice held a groggy, lazy slurr to it.

Ellie's brisk footsteps hurried up behind him. "You look like something that cat dragged in! I wouldn't suspect calm Mr. Wayne would be an alcoholic!"

In truth, Spencer had mentioned something to Ellie about traveling to New Orleans, but never did he actually invite her along. She was a persistant, determined soul. And sometimes her persistance got under even Spencer's nerves -- but she had a way of helping people to get rid of all their troubles.

Spencer nodded and helped Ellie carry her bag further down the street to find a taxi. Despite the time, cars were still whizzing by at full speed, in a rush to get to their next destination. Ellie was busy jumping along on the sidewalk, waving her hand and cursing under her breath each time a taxi passed the pair by. Spencer was still lost in his thoughts.

At some point a taxi must've been forcefully stopped by Ellie stepping in front, because the dainty, sure hands of Ellie's were grabbing hold of his blazer, pushing him towards the door of the car. "Let's go Mr. Spencer! You'll miss your flight if you do not move along!"
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So, yah. Lengthy enough? Anyone can jump in. They can even be in New Orleans, or have a stop over somewhere else, alright? Spencer's not too sure where he'll be looking for Raven ...
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Tobias ~ Civilian ~ Date?

He slammmed his fists against the table, the coffee cup falling over and spilling on the designs he was making. Tobias got out of his chair and push the chair down to the ground, swiftly bringing his hand to his temple. His white labratory coat was moderately speckled with coffee.

"Why isn't it working?" He hissed, his breathing quick paced. He dwelled in the light that was illuminated by the lamp at his desk. Otherwise his apartment was fully dark and it was making him at an unease. Underneath the deak, he heard Jack whimper quietly. Last time Tobias had gotten into one of these rages he had kicked Jack brutally, and yet still that huge lumbering dog still stayed by his side.

Tobias looked at the spilt coffee cup on his designs and his blood shot eyes widened.

"That's what I need, coffee." He turned absent mindedly, grabbing a flashlight out of his pocket. Flicking it on quickly, the candescent light illuminated around him. He weaved through tables that all had an assortment of gadgets and random shaped objects thrown all over them. Some were spinning, while others flashed as he went by. Finding his way to the white plastered wall, he flicked on the glow in the dark light switch. The whole enormous room illuminated, a fire flickering on at the fireplace almost automatically.

He would have walked straight over to the fire if it wasn't for the tables in his way. Fire was just so pretty, so bright. Fire melted away the dreaded darkness, the darkness that seemed to eat away at everything.

"Coffee, yes." He muttered to himself. He staggered into the kitchen. It was actually well made, the black marble glinting in the light. It would have seemed normal if it wasn't for the small trinkets and inventions he had scattered on the counters. Beside the sink there was a gianormous pile of dishes that had been there for almost a month. He himself had traversed to paper plates in the previous month. But scattered around in the normal dishes were small things like self-scooping ice cream scoops. Tobias didn't even eat icecream.

There was a self-sustaining watering can that would water the plants on its own. But of course Tobias didn't have any flowers. There was a window washer that was collecting dust in the corner. Tobias had set out to fix that one because at the moment he was having to wash the windows himself using the item. Work was not wanted. No it wasn't.

But there, sitting on a counter of its own, on a small alter was his most prize possession. His coffee maker. He pushed the button and watched the brown liquid drip down into his pot, bewildered. This coffee substance seemed to be his life.

Beside the coffee maker on a small velvet pillow was his box of sugar cubes. He poured some of the coffee into a large mug and he grabbed a handful of the sugar cubes and threw them into his coffee.

"Coffee, coffee, coffee. I love my coffee."

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Desmond~Rebel~Umm what day? Winter for me

Snow drifted through the blue skies on a cold breeze. The snow fell in sheets, piling on the ground and covered the broken rocks in a fine powder.

The mans breath came out in puffs, as he labored across the giant rock field. He ran above the rocks, hopping from crown to crown in perfect balance. The snow pulled him down, threatening his footing and clouding his vision. But for all of these distractions his movements were perfect. He never faltered or slipped as he made his way across the broken wasteland.

The man looked over his shoulder and cursed. A black shape stalked him from the skies. Its body floated through the air, accompanied by a hum that shook the ground beneath him. Two wings with fire roaring at their tips stretched out from the sides, giving the impression of a bird hanging perfectly still in the air.

The man turned back to the path in front of him, his mind racing as the world around him slowed down. He saw the snow drift down, as if through syrup. He heard the click from behind him as the grenade flew. He dove to the side as flame washed over his back. The ground around him stood soaked with melted snow and blackened by the fire. He rose to his feet and continued running towards the wall.

The ice rose above him as far as the eye could see, its tops hidden in clouds. The wall rose in front of the man like a barrier between death and salvation. A mouth tore through the wall, offering the man one small measure of hope. He ran for the cave entrance with all his might, hoping to at least make it there before he fell.

His bathing became faster as he neared hope. He stumbled into the cavern as once again the ground behind him was bathed in fire. His arm came away singed, burned by the heat. A grin spread across his face as he felt the still air of the cave. He turned to the machine hovering in the air behind him and beckoned it into the cave. come if you dare.

He turned back to the cave and ran in, disappearing in the darkness.

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He watched as the ship turned on its lights and searched the sheer cliffs to each side of it. Men dangled on straps from the wings, clutching guns as if they were their last hope for salvation. Fear had crept into their eyes hours ago and it hung there like a tick, feeding off of their life force.

The ship approached the mans resting place against the stone column. The man rose smoothly and gripped the smooth knife tighter in his hand. He closed his eyes as the ship drew nearer and nearer. His senses sharpened as he shut down his mind and gave in to the primitive side; the animal side. Four voices. Two men on guns outside. One flying. On sitting nervously. The ship was ten feet away. Eight. Six. Four. Two.

The gunner fell instantly with no noise made. The now empty straps dangled uselessly and a second later the man was crouched on top of the ship. More voices. Fear over the loss of a gunner. The second gunner dies just as quickly, his throat cut and his body hanging limp. More fear. One man comes out.

The killer waited for the ships crew to relax before bursting into action. His hands shot out from above and threw the crew member into the abyss. He took a breath and then dropped, swinging into the ship through the narrow door.

He runs an inventory over the ship, counting and calculating everything before speaking. "You made three mistakes." His voice was smooth, not what one would expect from a killer.

The pilot swiveled in his chair to face the man. his face was contorted in rage and his voice dripped with hate, "Please enlighten me Desmond."

"First. You took the job." Slowly Desmond let his senses return to normal, and with normalcy he regained the ability to form thoughts and speech. "Second. A four man crew for me? ******* insulting. And finally-"

The pilot burst into motion, unclipping himself and reaching for the gun rack. His face showed fear once again as he clawed at air.

"Empty gun rack" Desmond finished. He lept forward, slamming the pilots head into the cieling, "now I have a question- and you better get this one right. Who's ship is this?"

The mans face twisted in confusion, "Mine?"

His scream echoed through the cavern as he fell to the snow encrusted floor below.
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Since theirs only like one drone can I make another character who will be a drone.

Jack Hayden

I pulled my coat tight over me and clapped my gloved hands together. A thin layer of snow was falling down on top of last nights snow which had been more of blizzard. I was sitting on the icy steps of a college in new york. Where a large number of the schools pupils were staging a protest. I hadn't bothered to read their placards or even listen to what the people with the microphones were shouting but judging by the amount of people with Powers I saw. When I used my power vision , it was something to do with powers. I sighed, it always was. I took out a smoke and flicked my lighter pen letting the flame stay a while longer so I could feel its warmth on my face. I inhaled the smoke and let it hand in my moth a moment before exhaling. A girl holding a cup of tea and a placard looked up at me.

"that will kill you you know" She said nodding her head generally towards the smoke.

"sorry" I said before chucking it in the snow were it quickly put its self out. Smoking didn't do me any damage my body would simply heal the damage it did to my lungs before it even started. I smiled at the thought and started to walk through the crowds. It wasn't that I didn't like my life I just didn't have anything to do. I barely new anyone and the people I did know were just as desperate me maybe more. After all they didn't have healing powers.



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