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Chasing Ghosts
                           Between Project C Outbreak #1 and Outbreak #2
                                           Chasing Ghosts
For some time Thomas had sat alone at a small bar in downtown San Francisco. How long he had honestly no clue, it was the anniversary of the night he and Gordon had lost Ellen. He had no idea where Gordon had gone off to, to be honest at the moment he didn't care what he did. He had his way of dealing with the grief and Thomas had his, more than likely he was at the local library or he was out with that new friend of his he'd talked about. At the moment he was too drunk to recall her name. Either way, Gordon was keeping busy and so was he.
Thomas began to swish the alchohol in the glass around a little as he stared down into it, the memories just slowly flowing through his mind, t
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Am I Alone Chapter 2
                                             Am I Alone
                                             Chapter 2
 Lawrence approached the stairwell looking down at it, scowling, he could hear movement down in the floor below, he hoped it'd be just more of the same, the lizard like creatures he'd fought ever since he'd left the room he awoke in not so long ago.
Questions crowded his thoughts again, who had been writing those taunts in blood on the wall, who or what, could there be more, or was there to these creatures, were what he faced just ankle biters? Impossible, those were to big to be of that class... weren't they? He shook the thoughts off and began his slow decent down the steps, the small stairwell was caked in dry blood and smelled of rotting meat, but that was not the only smell that lingered, it also smelled of saturated wood, as if a flood had been through there, the wood must be rotten too from all the blood.
Lawrence continued down the stairs his thoughts distracting him f
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Misery High Homework Assignment #2
kira:*has nose buried in a book sitting at a table barely eatting *
10:05:21 PM Richard: *Coming into the cafeteria with his head phones in, enjoying some Hammerfall, excellent choice Richard o3o* *ohey new student, probably gonna talk to her after he gets his lunch cause he is hungry as a hundred mules that have been run through the sun all day o3o*
10:06:34 PM kira:*still reading but pushing some of her snow white hair behind her ear then closes book after finishing it and starts to eat *
10:11:11 PM Richard: *Goes up and gets his lunch, he's been out in the woods training a bit, so he's pretty damn exhausted but hey Martial Arts is a good work out*
10:12:27 PM kira:*keeps eating by only taking a few bites and gathers her things and dumping her tray and walks toward the doors *
10:13:37 PM Richard: *Decides hey why not and goes over towards her* Hey you new here? ^^
10:14:10 PM kira:*stops and looks at him*yea im kira morovoz *smiles abit *
10:17:23 PM Richard: Richard Ames, p
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Am I Alone? Chapter 1
                                            Am I Alone?
                                             Chapter 1
Lawrence Archenburg would've been in a brighter mood on any other day, but today was different. He wouldn't be waking up in his comfortable bed, he wouldn't be waking up in his own home. He woke up on a dark, damp, putrid smelling wooden floor. He sat up and looked around, he could see nothing, if he had tried putting his own hand up in front of his face he'd still see nothing.
"Where am I...?" He mumbled in a slightly irritated and confuse
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Survivors of the Damned CH 8
                         After hiding out for a couple days in the home of the old pizzeria's upstairs apartment building of the former owner, things began to grow uncomfortable for the survivors, they saw the mutations of the undead growing more and more numerous, save the four armed creature that they had witnessed in the alley and had chased them a good distance. Rookie hoped and prayed that there would be nothing like that again. But in his heart he knew better. He knew more then better then to believe that would be the last and only one of that species.
Cassie approached him as he sat by the window looking down at the empty street, covered in blood stains, limbs, and other belongings to the human anatomy from those who tried to escape before their arrival to the pizzeria.
"... So... how much are you betting on our chances now?" Cassie asked him quietly.
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Halo Reach: Nathan Miller Spartan bio
Yeah thats right run! Run on home'n cry to momma you little alien bastards!
Name: Nathan Miller
Service Tag: S772
Rank: Sergeant
Unit: Echo Squadron
Callsign: Echo five
Height: 6'2
Age: 26
Birthplace: Rochester New York, Earth. /Birthdate: April 9th 2526
Description: Dark brown hair that cuts off at the neckline, green eyes, a medium-large build. Tends to wear a UNSC logo'd light green jacket, with blue jeans and a dark crimson t-shirt.
Armor Configuration:
Helmet: Mark Five [B] Up-armored variant with hardened uplink module.
Shoulder: RECON
Chest: Tactical/Recon armor
Wrist: Tactical Uplink Pad
Utilities: Tactical Hard Case.
Visor: Silver.
Knee Guards: FJ/PARA
Weight: 164 lbs
Specialty: Precision & Assault Weaponry. (Will not use Alien Weaponry.)
Preferred load out: M800 Shotgun & DMR
Armor Equipment: Sprint
Status: Active in the field
personality: Tends to be a hot head at times but rarely, mostly is calm, humorous but collect, can get a little excited and will have the tend
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Summer full of busy
Hey guys, what's up? It's occurred to me I haven't posted a journal in a while.
So I figured I'd update what's been going on in my life.
First things first, starting on the 29th I'll be starting my second to last semester in college. Last semester was crazy with all the work that was thrown upon my shoulders- I started with 8 classes, ended with TEN. This is due to the fact that my school doesn't mention that for certain classes, we have to take an online segment from another college which leads up to us going to that other college for "camp". I went to two in June, first was a two-day camp working with lab animals (rabbits, mice and rats) we essentially had to practice different injection techniques as well as a blood draw. Did I also mention we had to anesthetize one of the two rats we were assigned? Yeah, that was interesting. The second camp I went to was a farm camp, which was a week long and we had practice most of the same techniques (aside from anesthesia) pl
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The Celestial Being pt. 2
A large robot, well over 200 feet tall, is laying on its back in the unnatural darkness. Small sparks illuminate its body intermittently.
I stand silently in front of a window overlooking the GUNDAM as basketball-sized robots of different colors move over it in repair vehicles to polish it up.
A few of my fellow pilots are arguing heatedly.
"I'm telling you, Bockman! The GUNDAM's are mass-produced!"
"And I'm telling you that these are unique! James, why else would the world around us be acting like, 'What the fuck are those?'"
"Why would we, barely out of our teens, get such unique Mobile Suits?!"
Just as James was finishing his sentence, Ben walked in. "Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty. Now, hush. Miss Daburo is about to come on."
Benjamin Lonneville, our unofficial team leader just because he's the oldest.
The other four pilots walked in and Brandon and Keith set down their HARO's. The little basketball bots are known as HARO's. Pet robots. The helmets go on the bench and we all st
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The Celestial Being
Chapter 1

My eyes are closed. I'm sitting in a leather chair, but the arms are... Solid. Metal? I open my eyes and I'm surrounded by robotics. Technology, controls.

I look down, and my casual wear is gone. The orange flight suit of the Kyrios beclothes me. The accompanying helmet with purple-tinted glass sits in my lap. I put the helmet on, and it fits perfectly.

My black-gloved hands wrap around the two handles and the screens surrounding me on three sides spring to life. I'm floating above an ocean, no land in sight.

A radar blips open on my forward screen and starts to signal incoming mobile suits. GN levels pops up on the opposite side of the screen and reads normal. I pull one of the triggers on my controls and a bright purple beam suddenly launches away from the Kyrios. I grin.

I tap a few buttons on the keypad in front of my seat. An information banner scrolls across the bottom of the forward screen, "left beam sword active". I push the left handle down and pull it back and
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                           Between Project C Outbreak #1 and Outbreak #2
                                           Chasing Ghosts

For some time Thomas had sat alone at a small bar in downtown San Francisco. How long he had honestly no clue, it was the anniversary of the night he and Gordon had lost Ellen. He had no idea where Gordon had gone off to, to be honest at the moment he didn't care what he did. He had his way of dealing with the grief and Thomas had his, more than likely he was at the local library or he was out with that new friend of his he'd talked about. At the moment he was too drunk to recall her name. Either way, Gordon was keeping busy and so was he.

Thomas began to swish the alchohol in the glass around a little as he stared down into it, the memories just slowly flowing through his mind, the trap set in the testing arena that had claimed the life of one Detective Ellen Christine Bates. How Pariah had thrown him to the side like a rag doll after his recklessness and anger had gotten the better of him in the fight, how he'd braced, ready to take the blow. How he'd closed his eyes and looked away only to look up to see Ellen had thrown herself in front of him, skewered by one of Pariah's claws then tossed to the side as if she was a piece of filthy garbage. How the creature looked down at him, smiled, he could almost hear a weird noise in its throat as if it was laughing at him, at the pain and anguish that had filled him.

His phone had been vibrating for a good ten minutes now, someone had been texting him, he didn't feel like checking right now. If it wasn't Gordon, there were only two other people it could've been. One being the foreman from the construction site, his boss. There was no way in hell he was in the mood to even deal with that man, not without at least another few drinks and a free pass to punch him in the throat. The only other person it could've been was Rose. He'd met her about the day after he'd gotten out of the hospital, he'd gone to get some Mcdonalds and ended up spilling his drink on her after a dizzy spell hit him from his pain medication. After some conversation and a free meal on him, they'd hit it off as friends. That was over a year and a half ago.

After about a half an hour, Thomas heard the bell to the bar door jingle, he looked back to see a familiar lilac eyed woman with natural black hair with pink highlights stepped inside. She spotted him immediately, but then again, hard not to. He was the only one in there tonight besides the bar tender. She looked a little annoyed but concerned as she made her way over to him and took a seat next to him.

"I figured I'd find you here..." Rosalie stated as she ordered a glass of water from the bartender who nodded and got straight to work.

"Am I that obvious?" Thomas replied, his eyes staring down into his drink.

"Well usually when you don't answer you're either at the bar or you've passed out after getting home from work." She replied, taking a sip of her water as the bartender had brought it around. "You also don't usually come here unless something's wrong."

"Guess I'm getting to predictable now a days. Damn shame." Thomas replied once again.
"Are you going to tell me whats wrong?" Rose asked, hoping to get him to open up a little, she knew all the details. Every last little detail about Kent City, but this wasn't to get information, this wasn't her doing her job, this was her being his close friend. This was the day Thomas had left everything behind. The day he'd lost all he held dear.

"... Do I have a choice in this?" Thomas replied once more, looking her in the eyes, the pain he was trying so hard to dull with Vodka still showed clear as day.

"Not really, no." Rose replied, taking another sip of her water.

Thomas looked hesitant for a moment, he let out a small sigh before beginning to speak.
"You remember when you met me right? When I'd just left the hospital, I told you I'd been in a car accident..." Thomas began, finally taking a large gulp of his drink then setting down the almost empty glass.

"I wasn't the only one in the car that day, today marks the anniversary of the people I lost in that crash. To this day I still blame myself, I should've done more, more to save them. But instead I was too weak. Too slow. Too scared. And more and more... I find myself asking how I can live with myself after that." Thomas explained, finishing off his drink.

"Lately I've had troubles finding the answer." Thomas finished, waiting for Rosalie's response. The look in her eyes showed concern, worry, it honestly amazed him that someone as rotten as him could ever come to know someone who cared for him like that. But then again, she didn't know what he'd done, at least thats what he'd thought. He'd murdered two men in cold blood, killed even more on the battlefield that Kent City had become. He'd enjoyed it at the time, not because killing was fun, it was because he had been given the chance for vengeance. To make those who tore apart his home suffer.

Rose was silent as she stood up from her stool, but instead of walking away like Thomas thought she was going to do, she brought her arms around him and pulled him close. Hugging him tight. She'd felt him twitch a little as she brought him close. He'd always had those reactions to anyone hugging him.

"Why do you always blame yourself for things that are far beyond your control?" Rosalie replied, breaking the silence. "How could you have done anything with how badly you'd been injured?"

Thomas opened his mouth to try and argue Rosalie's point but no matter what he tried to think of to say, there was nothing he could say without telling her the whole truth. Soon enough tears began to flow slowly from his eyes, one after another. He listened quietly as Rose let out a small sigh.

"Come on... lets get you home, I'm sure Gordon's probably looking for you." At that Rosalie helped Thomas gently out of his stool, catching him as he nearly fell to the floor.

"Thank you Rose..." Thomas replied, tears still coming down his cheeks.

"Don't mention it. What are friends for?"
Chasing Ghosts
this short story is just one of the few previews of a story I've been working on with a close friend of mine. 

Rosalie Genehi Benneth @ :iconladykatharos:
Thomas Robert "Rookie" Matthews @ Me
Project C @ Me


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Ki Nicholas Emanuel
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Age: 23

Occupation: Courtesy Clerk/looking for a from home kind of job

Likes: Discussing the zombie apocalypse, gory games and movies, going to the shooting range, and more..

Personality descrpition: Insane with a touch of twisted.

In a Relationship with my best and closest friend as seen in my picture
Goddamn it has been forever since I have posted a new journal along with a long absence from this site. Figured I'd drop a journal let all you folks know I'm still alive. :U You want more info. You know the drill. Talk to me. :U
  • Listening to: Yo momma's butthole
  • Reading: The wonderful adventures of go fuck yourself
  • Watching: Your momma shit the bed
  • Playing: With myself
  • Eating: Your mom
  • Drinking: Your mom



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FirePhantasma Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2014  Professional General Artist
Hi there. I heard about you from JaxxyLupei, and I must say, you're a cool guy.
ChipmunkLegion Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Yo pleased to meet ya.
FirePhantasma Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014  Professional General Artist
Why, thank you! 
PandaWolfArt Featured By Owner May 21, 2013  Student Filmographer
I never believed in angels before I met you X3 <3

(I'm sorry for the crummy picture, I can't draw with a touch pad ;A; <3)
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ChipmunkLegion Featured By Owner May 21, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my god hunny.~<3 TuT *snuggles* I love you so much my sweet angel you have no idea how much this made me happy today.~<3 ;u;
hermiethefrog Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013
[link] It's late but enjoy!
Dark-Scattershot Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
Yo, guess what?
sarahXki Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013
wow he's not even your boyfriend or at least not the only one... i'm just gonna let you figure that out by yourself have fun ;)
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PandaWolfArt Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013  Student Filmographer
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