2008-10-08 (PreU) Waiting for oblivion... (not the character)

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Waiting for oblivion... (not the character)

Summary: I have my reasons for being absent, but what about my characters? Yeah, even they have reasons for disappearing...



Who: Johnny_C, Senior_Diablo
When: October 8th, 2008
Where: The Waiting Room(#2262R)


Johnny C-icon.gifSenior Diablo-icon.gif

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The Waiting Room(#2262R)

As you enter the building you are instantly asaulted with offensive waiting room music. The kind that makes you wonder if it wasn't created specificly for the purpose of sucking out one's will to live. An appropriate thing for a place like this. There are no signs describing what the room is a waiting room for. The receptionist is always busy, and the only door that's not the exit seems to be locked at all times. Occasionaly someone will come in from outside and walk through that door letting out a disturbing red light and a destinct uncomfortable presence. Along the walls of this room are several long benches with some horrible magazines stacked atop them. Articles about what color socks are popular in cuba and things you can cook with salt seem to make up the headlines. There are always people randomly scattered about here, some reading magazines, some looking blankly into space. None of them will speak to you. Infact, most will 'shhh' you if you start making too much noise. There's a purpose for this room, right?


Tick... tick... tick...

Time creeps by, dragging the world behind it like a dog with broken legs. The smell of sulfur fills the air. Normally this would raise suspicion, but not here. Not in this place. No one notices the flames begin to dance around in a circle on the floor. No one acknoledges the shadows lurching upwards from the fire and forming into the shape of a woman, or more specificly a cheerleader.

Bouncing across the room, the woman spies the slumped figure of a man with glazed eyes siting upon one of the many benches of the waiting room. Twirling and leaping towards him - she skips to a hault, waving pom poms in the man's face as she cheers. "RAH! RAH! RAH! Who's the one who kills for glee? J! O! H! N! N! Y!! What's that spell????" A puff of black smoke and the girl vanishes away leaving the true form of the iconic figure head of Hell. "NNY..? No reaction? Bah. I need to stop setting aside time for you."

The man's expression doesn't change in the slightest at Senior Diablo's transformation. Infact, it would take measurements to deterimine if he was infact breathing.

"Ignoring me, are you? You've been here too long, Johnny. You've let the world pass you by. What about the people you've influenced? What about the goals you've set? What about the world's you created? Your a coward. A coward running away from your fears..."

That seems to get a reaction. A dagger is slowly drawn and it's tarnished blade is aimed at the devil's throat in warning. With the tired wrasp of a death rattle, the man finally speaks. "How.... DARE.... you..."

Senior Diablo chuckles, "How dare I what? Point out the truth? Try to rekindle that lost fire within you? Are you really content to just sit here and watch the world pass by? What are you running away from?"

The blade is withdrawn and the man sighs. "I'm tired of running. I'm tired of chasing. I can't find Caliga. I can't find Samantha. I've been kicked, and broken and I.... I quit."

Senior Diablo glares, "So we're back to Johnny the Suicidal Maniac? Your a coward, Johnny."

The man stands, his eyes full of hate. "I AM NOT A COWARD!!"

The devil grins, "Then what else would you call someone who runs away from his troubles..?" He takes that silent response as a reluctant acceptance, and stands to peer down at the broken figure sitting before him. "I can help you, give me a chance..."

Under his breath, Johnny mumbles, "...I don't make deals with demons..."

Laughing the devil continues, "You -are- a demon, haven't you realised that yet? You where tainited and you embraced it. You've been dead for how many years now? Dear boy, your as old and as powerful as you believe yourself to be. I know why you're here. You don't feel like you belong, correct? Wasn't that the curse you claimed for yourself most of your existance? I can give you a place... and someday, maybe even a seat on the most powerful council in existance but only if you get off that bench and claim your birthright..."

The maniac raises an eyebrow.

"The time is not yet right for me to be on this side of the doorway again, but you can fix that. Then I can show you the truth behind your powers. After that you can take whatever path you like. Vengence, greed, wrath... choose a sin and it could be yours!" He laughs, "Sorry I tend to get a bit carried away on these speaches. But I WILL show you what you are. I will teach you to embrace that side of you for better or for worse." Senior Diablo guestures towards the door. "Just get out there before they decide to cart you in with all the souless ones and you ruin your chance.. If you don't like what I have to show you, you can come back. It's your decision."

Johnny stares at the devil. As he contimplates the offer his form seems to shift. His youth returns to him, and the maniac stands and looks at his tarnished dagger. "I-!"

The devil cuts him off as he begins to speak. "No. No response. Just walk out that door and think about it." Fire bellows out of the floor and begins to dance around him. His body begins to melt into shadows, retracting back into the flames that brought him here. "I'll be back for your answer soon..."



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