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Post by Adam Miikka Backlund on Feb 22, 2011 6:35:11 GMT 10
  “Adam? Adam Backlund?” The young man looked up at the sound of someone calling his name. The Swed had been in the hallway outside his teams’ locker room trying to get rid of his pre-game jitters when he was approached by a darkly dressed figure. He had eyed the shadow up and down, unsure if he should say anything or not in response, in case it was a journalist in disguise looking for bad press. “Maybe. Who are you and how did you get back ‘ere?” He had inquired in return though he was sure his accent and jersey number gave him away. The man had smirked plastered on his face when he removed the hood. “Who I am isn’t important right now. What I can offer you and the decision you make however, is very important and only requires a small amount of your time.” A chill had run down Adam’s spine at the ominous tone of the words and shook his head as he stood up. “Look, whoever you are, I’m happy with the team I’m on and no amount of money is going to get me to jump ship.” He shrugged his padded shoulders. “So why don’t you leave before I call security for heckling and report you to the higher ups.” He had been about to re-enter the dressing room when the guy caught him by the shoulder in a vice grip, hitting a pressure point through the thick shoulder pads and making Adam’s knees buckle. “Listen here boy, I’m not some pathetic mortal looking to pay you to play some stupid game. You and I have a lot to discuss in regards to your future and I won’t take no for an answer.” Adam picked up immediately on the underlying threat the voice hissed at him. “Your hotel after the game. I have an offer I don’t think you’ll want to refuse.”
The rest of the night, Adam had been more than a little pre-occupied with his thoughts and pending conversation but managed to get a couple of points in near the end of the hockey game. After a cheery victory in the locker room which carried out and onto the bus, Adam exited the celebrations early and locked himself in his room thankful to not be sharing. After allowing a couple of house to pass and enjoying a long, hot shower the young hockey player managed to drift into a restless sleep. “Backlund!” The young man groaned. “Backlund! Wake you up baffoon!” He groaned again as he was woken up by the shouting and prodding of an unknown figure. “Time to face your destiny!” Sitting up in his bed a little, he rubbed his face.
“What the … Who’s der?” He blinked furiously as a sudden light was being shone into his face.
“Remember me?” It was the man from the arena and Adam hadn’t been able to help but stare in shock and horror that he had entered the room without being heard. Especially with the door having been locked.
“How the hell did you get in here? The door is locked.”
The man waved him off. “That’s not important. You’re a descendant of a Greek God… Me to be precise and you will do as you’re told or suffer a very horrible consequence. I’m going to awaken a power in you and you’re going to use it with the help of a couple others to bring order back to the world and worship back to our kind. Understood?” He gave Adam a look that made his brain stop protesting as he listened.
“What’s in it for me, other than being a lacky to you? I’m not even Greek.”
“Immortality. You will be forever youthful and able to play this stupid little game you love so much. How’s that.”
Adam thought about it but shook his head. “No, you know what. Go find someone else, I would rather not be part of some idiotic idealism.” Laying back down Adam yanked the blankets over his head. “You can find your way out I assume.” He hadn’t made it far back into dreamland before he was being kicked out of his bed. “Ah!” Landing with a thud, he looked up at the man claiming to be a Greek God.
“Too late kid. You’re up for conscription whether you like it or not.”
Groaning, Adam shook his head. “Whatever, fine. Just for the love of God go away so I can sleep.” He whined, crawling back into bed. “Stupid crazy old men.” Waking up in the morning, he found a note left on his bed side table with instructions and signed by Ares. Something about going to Australia in a couple days and he better have his bags packed because it was going to be hot. Ignoring it, he stuffed it into his bag before getting dressed to meet the rest of his team mates for their bus to the airport.
Today was going to be along ass day. He never would have guessed that the man had been right, or that he’d be traveling with a whole new team of people that he wasn’t sure he liked to much or not. The guy was alright, seemed to have a steady head on his shoulders but the girls… He shook his head. They were going to be a handful. The red head was acting like Queen Shiva and the blond... just kind of scared him. He had already gotten a tongue lashing from her earlier. Glancing over at them, he sighed and leaned against the hot bench. Why in the hell were they in Australia. Why was he there, he was a hockey player, a Swed. He didn’t fare well in heat like they were in.
Dressed in shorts, the slightly lanky boy had already removed his shirt to avoid dying under the white cotton fabric. Hopefully he wouldn't burn, he didn't want to imagine having a burned chest and getting checked into the boards in a hockey rink a couple days later. A grimace covered his face, okay he imagined it and it wasn't nice. He was going to have to pick up some heavy duty sunscreen soon if they were expected to hang around for any amount of time.
He still couldn’t believe he had been literally picked up like a pawn out of his home in Calgary just two hours ago and stuck in the middle of Sydney Australia. He glanced at the people we was supposed to be working with again, examining each one, wondering what each had for a power. He still wasn’t sure exactly what his “new found glory” was supposed to be although he suspected it had something to do with his coach telling him to take a few days off and relax. Apparently Adam was hitting a little harder than normal on the ice and it was causing concern to the others. Adam prided himself on being able to figure things out and all that but this inability to figure out what made him so damned special that his entire life was being thrown down the drain for was starting to piss him off “So… anyone know why we are ‘ere?” He questioned aloud, thinking maybe someone (like the guy he hadn’t met) might have had a clue about what was going on.  |
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Post by Zach Grigori on Feb 22, 2011 9:28:58 GMT 10
Zach pinched the bridge of his nose in thought as he sat next to Taylor at the university. She'd answered all of the questions he had for her, proving that she wasn't lying about being a descendant of Artemis, or about being one of the Fallen. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the blonde next to him for a moment so he could think about what to do next. He'd not only been charged (no pun intended) with fighting for the gods, but to lead others who would be doing the same. The rough wood of the picnic table top under him was making his ass numb, but he really didn't care right then. He brought his legs up so his feet were resting on the bench part and leaned forward, his gray t-shirt stretching across the expanse of his back as his mind worked out the problems in front of him. Had Zeus chosen him to lead because he'd be good at it, or because Zach was his descendant? It wouldn't do any good to ask him. Silly gods only answered when it was either convenient for them, or it was inconvenient for him.
Finally pulling his hand away from his face, Zach looked at Taylor and wondered what all she could do. Artemis was the goddess of the hunt and of the moon, often symbolized by the bow and arrow. His forehead tugged his scalp down as he raised an eyebrow at her. So what the hell did that mean? Was she an archer? Did she glow at night? He had no idea. Maybe she didn't even know herself. It wasn't like Ares was exactly helpful in that department. Zach's gaze wondered back off into space as he thought back to that night. Ares had just appeared out of thin air in front of him while he was in his dorm room trying to figure out how to work a box of mac and cheese. He could still hear the god's voice. "You do what you're told, you get immortality, but these nifty powers are yours regardless." That was it. No explanation of what exactly those powers were. No "have a nice day." Nothing. Zach had thought him crazy, of course, but when the alarm clock went off the next day, he'd completely fried it when he shut it off.
Truth be told, his powers were a bit of a pain. Use his powers in a car? Don't even think about it. Everything goes haywire. Water? Forget it, unless he wanted to shock everything in sight. All of this, he'd had to learn the hard way. Idly, he used his powers and electricity sparked and danced along his fingers, while he was still lost in thought. Energy was such a simple thing, but manipulating it was more complex than he'd imagined. It made him wonder how the gods did it. Zach put his hands together and created a spark of electricity between them as he slowly brought his hands apart. It danced along his fingers and arched in front of him, shots of it breaking off and rebounding back to him only to be absorbed and redirected back into the original flow of energy. He could feel the power of it and knew that if he wanted to, he could do a whole lot more. He knew that if he tried, he could kill with this power.
He dug himself out of his thoughts and shut off his power, the light of it extinguishing like a snuffed out candle, but leaving a faint scent of ozone in the air. Turning his body slightly, he opened his mouth to ask Taylor what she thought about all of this, but nothing came out. A familiar presence filled his mind and he flinched. You hunger to unleash yourself, do you? Well, I'm giving you the chance to prove your loyalty to the gods. Zach's brow furrowed. What did that mean? The scent of ozone grew in intensity and with a flash, everything went dark.
Roughly two hours later, Zach was walking down the street in Sydney, Australia with three other people, all Fallen. His Fallen. He'd managed to talk a store clerk into accepting his American money so he could get a few changes of clothes and other necessities which were now slung over his back in a brown duffel bag. Why couldn't Zeus have given him a bit more warning and allowed him to pack? It wasn't like he was asking for much. He shook his head and kept walking in the scorching heat, denim jeans encasing his legs in a mobile furnace. At least his upper body was less covered. The simple wife beater exposed his shoulders to the sun, but it allowed for a decent flow of air that didn't do much to cool him down. “So… anyone know why we are ‘ere?” Zach looked off to the side at the one companion he hadn't met yet, but continued to walk. The guy wasn't wearing much and for a moment, Zach envied him. It had to be cooler than what he was wearing. He looked up at the Australian sky and grimaced, both because of the unrelenting heat and because of the beings he now knew lurked there. "I have an idea, and knowing Zeus it won't be pleasant." Now he just had to figure out what their next move was. It was time for him to step up and be a leader. "Let's find some place to get out of this cursed heat, then we can talk and make introductions." He didn't wait for assent, but moved off down the street, looking for a hotel that would take a Visa.
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TAG!: The Fallen
NOTES!: None!
LYRICS!: Sound of Madness by Shinedown
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Post by Rhonda Mackenzie on Feb 24, 2011 18:22:49 GMT 10
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Ronnie shot up out of bed, not giving a single lick about her bed hair, lack of makeup, or morning breath. She was alone in the house anyway. All the singer cared about right now was getting to the entertainment room attached to her kitchen, inconveniently located on the opposite side of her mansion, and writing down the cord her subconscious had just provided her with.
Her latest album was completely finished, music videos filmed, posters waiting and ready to hit the streets. She even had her next worldwide tour to celebrate it’s release booked and all the tickets sold out. All she had left to do was find the ending note for this bloody ending song and the thing would be done. But for the life of her Ronnie just couldn’t get a combination together that clicked and felt right to her. However dreams had come to the rescue, a tune playing throughout her imaginings of immortality and being queen of the world, her tune, the tune that had been the bane of her existence for the last few weeks… and it had ended. Ronnie didn’t need a single note to finish the song, she needed to re-write the last verse entirely and lead up to the phrase her mind had created for her. It was brilliant, the redhead congratulating her subconscious as she dashed through the halls, hair flying behind her.
She had just slid to a stop, colliding with the huge wooden table, pen in hand, when out of nowhere… she appeared in the middle of nowhere.
”Oh come on! This kind of shit ain’t funny!” Ronnie yelled at the heavens. She had no doubt Zeus was behind this. She had smelt the ozone, the smell was all over her callbox at the mansion gate when she had gone to see how Zach had got to her front door unnoticed.
Stupid meddling arrogant electromancers. She grumbled mentally to herself, lifting her hands to pull her mane of hair back up into an unbrushed ponytail. Where ever she was, it was bloody hot.
Glancing around Ronnie let out a groan. The almighty king of them all had neglected to pack her a spare change of clothes. The tabloids would have a field day, finding one of the biggest celebs in the world in a county obviously not the one she was meant to be in and only in a pair of blue satin boxers with a sports bra.
The initial groan was quickly followed by another when she spied the baboon who had come knocking at her door a short distance away from her, with another girl and boy. Apparently she wasn’t the only one Zeus had just gone and flicked to another side of the globe.
Simply put the men must have had a hard time not jumping Rhonda right then and there, so scantly clad was the perfection of she. The woman was not in the mood however. Not only had she been unable to write down the phrase and now had to keep humming it in her head to try and remember it, but she looked like a mess, had no money considering her credit cards were on the other side of the world, was stuck with the 3 stooges, and obviously had some form of task to complete down here. Ronnie did not like being bossed around by anyone but herself, so for Zeus to just upend her down here in this hellhole that had the heat somewhat characteristic of Australia, she’d toured the country several times, was like stabbing the girl in the face. You just didn’t do that sort of thing to Rhonda Mackenzie!
The young singer had to constantly intermix the now firmly stuck in her head tune with the reassurance that if she just bit down on her normal control over a situation, she would end up immortal. With such an alluring prize at the end of her journey, Ronnie was quite confident she could swallow her pride and follow Zach’s lead for a days, just until they killed the people Zeus wanted dead and could get back to their much more important lives.
Zach had gone and bargained with some store clerk for a crappy change of clothes and a little bit of food. Ronnie on the other hand still had some standards. He and the other guy were talking, something about trying to figure out where they were. Well it was obvious they weren’t up north anymore, and there were far too many White and Asian people for them to be in Africa. They were obviously in Australia. So Rhonda left the trip to get acquainted, she honestly didn’t care if they left without her. Being as famous as she was had it’s perks.
Turning into a little private clothing outlet, Ronnie emerged several minutes later, a wad of Australian cash tucked into her bra, hair brushed and tied back, basic makeup on, and most importantly, Ronnie came out with some respectable clothes on. A simple red tank top, extra short faded denim shorts, and a good old pair of ‘thongs’ as the star struck shop keeper had explained. She even had a bottle of water swinging in her right hand.
With a disheartened sigh she spotted the trio a distance down the street, apparently the heat was making them walk slowly. Yay for them. Dejectedly the star made her way off after them, head held high and a smile on her face. Didn’t want to disappoint any potential fans walking down the path now did she?
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Wrote it on the bus, lemme know if it's a bit too random lol
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