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Terminus: Dekalb Avenue
Apr. 20th, 2006 10:31 am
Close up of the 'Zombie Mural' of Dekalb Avenue
Rob M - 02/12/2006
"We're coming to get you Barbara..."
( One more )
Apr. 20th, 2006
Close up of the 'Zombie Mural' of Dekalb Avenue
Rob M - 02/12/2006
"We're coming to get you Barbara..."
( One more )
Just a God Damn Job
Apr. 20th, 2006 02:41 pmPt.5 :".... and the horse you rode in on."
Brian is staring down the barrel of his pistol, dead into the neurOptic implants that have replaced Mama Bishōjo's eyes. The implants looking back up that barrel don't blink, they flicker in intervals, the solid black disk of 'pupil' floating in a milk white pool of BioGell Smart Proteins and photosensitive cells. The illusion is almost perfect, the saucer sized 'JellyEyez' lend Mama Bishōjo the appearance of a Japanese Anime character, an effect only heightened by her shock blue hair and what must have once been a beautiful red leather kimono. But if you were to look closer then you would see, even in the dim light of the phosphorescent graffiti, the rivers of broken blood vessels flowing under the ash gray skin stretched taut across the skull and crashing into the shores of scabs that line the edge of neurOptic implants.
( In which the nature of the Otaku Boyz are explained, we learn a little more of Adam and come to question his 'magick', an escape is made and Brian makes a decesion )
Brian is staring down the barrel of his pistol, dead into the neurOptic implants that have replaced Mama Bishōjo's eyes. The implants looking back up that barrel don't blink, they flicker in intervals, the solid black disk of 'pupil' floating in a milk white pool of BioGell Smart Proteins and photosensitive cells. The illusion is almost perfect, the saucer sized 'JellyEyez' lend Mama Bishōjo the appearance of a Japanese Anime character, an effect only heightened by her shock blue hair and what must have once been a beautiful red leather kimono. But if you were to look closer then you would see, even in the dim light of the phosphorescent graffiti, the rivers of broken blood vessels flowing under the ash gray skin stretched taut across the skull and crashing into the shores of scabs that line the edge of neurOptic implants.
( In which the nature of the Otaku Boyz are explained, we learn a little more of Adam and come to question his 'magick', an escape is made and Brian makes a decesion )
