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.:The Rage Within:. (P, A, G, L, V)

Postby HunnyBun » 08/31/2011 12:21 AM



A week, she had been staking out this stinking, rotting, crumbling into itself old factory for a week. And finally, her waiting and studying had paid off.
What was she doing in the middle of the slummiest, dirtiest, dankest place of the city? Easy, one work: Darkman. Yes, that name was plastered all over the news, and the newspapers. She had even written a piece about him a few months ago, but no one knew if he was real. They all called him a fake, a myth, just a man running around in a suit. Much like the Bigfoot beliefs. So she wanted to find out if it was true or not.
After a stroke of luck, she happened to be at the right place at the right time, something that didn't happen to often to people around here. A mugging had happened, right in front of her, and before she could react a flash of black had plummeted at the criminal. As she watched the flashes, and in what she could make out from them, there was this 'Darkman' right in front of her. She had later followed him after the fight, and returning of the women's purse that had been stolen. All the way to the slums, the nasty, smelly, down right disgusting part of town. Finally stopping at an abandoned, and condemned soap factory. The label in the front read Reyton Soap Factory.
Such a perfect place for a vigilante of the city to set up camp. She had thought to herself the moment she set eyes on it. She shrugged, it was better than the streets at least.
Now, after taking a long time to study his daily schedule, and even the spur of the moment events, she had started to understand him.
He was prone to temper tantrums, and deadly ones at that. They consist of curse words and the destruction of things around him. It was clear to her that if she were to be in his range at one of the times he was in one of these rages, that he would easily rip her in two. So she had decided that if, and when, she finally decided to confront him, it would have to be while he was calm. Or risk getting a serious booboo.
Other than the anger, that seemed to take up at least and hour of his day everyday, he seemed to be working on something. Something scientific. He was making a liquid skin of sorts, it helped create masks that he wore over his disfigured face.
She hadn't gotten a good view of it yet, seeing as it was hard to spy on him and not get caught. So she decided to keep as far away as she could. But it was apparent that he had damage his face, and what seemed like, his hands. She wasn't quite sure on how extent the damage was, but enough that he hid his self away from the outside world. And when he couldn't do that, he wrapped his self with gauze to hide. And, when not wanting to get awkward glances from the people in the streets, he would use the skin he was working on.
Finally, it seemed that the skin wasn't quite finished. It would dissolve after what she had guessed as an hour or so. And so, his nights were full of trying to fix this problem. But, as she had guessed from all of his tantrums, he hadn't quite gotten it right yet.

Today, though, she was finally going to show herself. She was going to finally greet this mysterious and, what she believed, goodhearted man.
Though, to tell the truth, she was having second thoughts. What if he didn't care to much for her disturbing him? And came at her, his mind fogged by the rage that took over whenever he was angry. What would she do? Run? Yeah right, he would easily catch her in his massive arms and easily hug the breath out her lungs. Fight? And what, last two seconds before her head was ripped off? She shook her head, she knew there was no way she could survive an encounter with him. So maybe this wasn't such a good idea?
She shook her head again, shaking the thought of abandoning this idea all together out of her thoughts. No, she had spent way to long on this, and was already to deep into it. She was finally going to meet him, going to get to know the true man. One way or another.
But why was she doing this? For her job? Just to write up an article and put it in the next Sunday paper? No, she wasn't doing it for that. If she wanted to make a killer article, all she had to do was walk into any alley and find a drug dealer. That was easy enough around here. No, she was doing this more for herself, a selfish act it seemed. She had been mystified and awed by him, by all his stories and just by the sheet air that surrounded him.
Not many of his stories were known, seeing as a lot of things happened in this city, and it wasn't easy to pinpoint which were by whom. But there were a few that had some characteristics that seemed to shout Darkman. Things like 'impostor' or 'wasn't acting like his self'. Then there's the 'crushed beyond recognition', or 'a man bounded 10 feet into the air'. Things that a normal person couldn't do, or were not explainable.
She had been able to place certain stories to him. One about a mob boss that used children to pick-pocket and steal that was almost crushed to death. Another about a man that tried to sell a drug and was murdered by a large wood chipper. Then the famous Durant, that mysteriously died, raised from the dead, then died again. It was him, she knew it.
Now here he was, just a flimsy metal wall away from her. She bit her lip, the moment she crossed that thin barrier, she would be in danger. On his turf, one that many had treaded, and few left. But she wasn't going to let that stop her.

(( -le gasp- HUN actually typed up a long post? This RP is based off of Darkman, so if you dun understand anything, contact me and I shall explain ))


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Re: .:The Rage Within:. (P, A, G, L, V)

Postby HunnyBun » 08/31/2011 1:00 AM



He wasn't having a good night, no he was not. He had been working on his liquid skin for the past 10 hours, and had failed with each attempt. Not to mention he was running out of the rubbery substance that he used to make the skin. He had barely enough to make one more mask, and if he didn't make another mask then he couldn't buy more. He shrugged, he could easily just break in later tonight and take it, like he had to many times with other things he needed. Though he did pay, leaving a fifty or so where the item had sat. So in reality, it wasn't stealing, more like a night time shopping spree.
Oh, and paying for it justifies breaking in?
He growled under his breath, his alternate ego was poking his nose into his thoughts again. It always seemed to want to dampen his mood.
He wasn't in the mood to deal with it for right now, and just ignore him, pretending that he didn't exist.
You can just pretend I'm not here...It seemed to sing to him. But he shrugged it off again.
Fine, you can ignore me, but can not get rid of me.
He was happy to loose him for the time being, allowing him to concentrate on his work. Though he didn't think any more concentration would make him anymore closer then were he was.
He sighed deeply, a heart-wrenching sigh that heaved his shoulders up and down. Another night to go by and not a step closer to breaking the ninety nine barrier.
He listened to the computers voice as it diagnosed the next sample. All the usual properties, and the usual mathematics, so what did he need to do different? He wasn't sure, but he would spend eternity trying to find out.

He was suddenly pulled from his thoughts and solutions by a light cool breeze. Turning round in his chair he noticed his large trench coat fluttering slightly.
Now to any normal person, they would just easily shrug this off as nothing. But for him, he knew it was a sign that someone had just strolled into his hiding place. He had locked, and bolted all the doors but one, so if it were to be opened that would be the only means for air to drift in. So, he was now aware of the intruder, and would have to deal with them.
He just sighed and climbed to his feet, this melted pizza like face slightly visible in the slits of moonlight. It was probably just a dirty stinking wino that had drank his self into a stupor and stumbled in. It wasn't the first, and by god it wouldn't be the last.
He snatched up the dirty gauze that sat outstretched on the table and began to conceal his face with it. Just one glimpse of his mummy like expression and the wino would easy turn tail and hike it out. They all knew of him, calling him the 'Mummy Man' or something along those lines, and all steered clear of his factory. But it wasn't uncommon for one to bumble in, unknowing of what they had done. So he would just give them a little visit, and a little scare that sent them away. Easy as that.
Soon he was walking through the dirty and trash filled maze of the factory. Empty pizza boxes and beer cans scattered where he had last thrown them. His feet crunched over broken glass, and kicked some can out of the way. Making his trip towards the side and only entrance. Waiting to see the wino stumble into view, babbling about something unimportant.


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For many years we've been all alone

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Re: .:The Rage Within:. (P, A, G, L, V)

Postby HunnyBun » 08/31/2011 2:01 AM

She could hear him coming, it was like he wasn't even trying to hide his self. So, she easily ducked into a dark side room, her knee's bumping into an overturned desk. She bit her tongue hard, keeping herself from shouting and giving away her hiding place.
Putting out a hand, she located where the desk was and walked by it. Slowly, trying not to hit anything else, she made her way to the darkest corner of the small room. Crouching in it, she wrapped herself in a tight ball, trying her hardest to pretend she was a piece of old furniture.
She had panicked, not given up. She had gotten this far in already, the furthest thus far, so she wasn't going to just run away. She had planned to walk in on him while he was busy at work. He wouldn't be enraged, as long as she hadn't happened to waltz in while his rage was unleashed. But she had calculated that he seemed the most calm in between his work and tantrums.
But he had gotten up and was heading straight towards her. Had he heard her enter? She didn't think so, she had taken as much caution as possible, and made less of a sound than a mouse would have made. Either way, he was heading towards her and she had decided in a split second that if he saw her then he would break into one of his rages. She was just trying to be cautious, trying not to give him a reason to let his anger out on her. She wasn't ready to put her life in jeopardy for this. At least not yet.

The foot steps stopped just outside of the door way, and a cold sweat began to collect at the back of her neck. Had he seen her? Did he know where she was? Was his next move going to be him bursting into the room and ripping her out of it? She wasn't sure, but couldn't stop imagining the possibilities. A shiver running down her spine. Why was she imagining how she would die? She wasn't sure, and shook her head, not wanting to think of it anymore.
He stood out there for what felt like an eternity. Before she heard him shuffle slightly and continue down the hall. A sigh of relief releasing from her entire body.


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For many years we've been all alone

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Re: .:The Rage Within:. (P, A, G, L, V)

Postby HunnyBun » 08/31/2011 11:57 PM

She could breath again, her lungs filling up with the stale moldy air of the factory. She hadn't realized that she had stopped breathing, lost in the moment she guessed. Slowly standing up she tried to not making any sounds, worried he wouldn't be that far down the path. Or even worst, waiting outside the doorway for her to poke her head out. Slowly she did, waiting for a hand to wrap around her neck and strangle the air from it. When it hadent happened, another sigh of relief escaped her.
What was she to do now? Leave and try sneaking in another time? No, she wasn't going to wait another second to meet him. Her heart groaned.
You are doing thing for your own pleasure.
"Shut up." She growled at herself under her breath. Was it just her or had this week of no sleep and constant observing, not to mention the fact that she hadn't talked to another human being since she had started this, created an alternate personality within her own head? Another sigh, if that were true, she was going to end up as crazy as the man she was studying.
Was she loosing her mind from all of this? Se hoped not, that would be a very bad side effect. Though, as she though on the subject, it would be worth it.
See, I told you.
She groaned again.


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For many years we've been all alone

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Re: .:The Rage Within:. (P, A, G, L, V)

Postby HunnyBun » 09/01/2011 10:15 PM

Three days, she hadn't slept for three days. To tell the truth, neither had the Darkman, so she had decided not to either. Thinking that if she had, then she might have missed out on something big. But sadly, that was not what happened. He had spent most of his nights, his late nights early mornings, studying or trying to work his liquid skin formula out. So she had hit herself over not just taking a quick nap.
So to say the least, she was very tired and not on the top of her game. So when something brushed up against her leg, she nearly fell back as she jumped out of he skin. Looking down, she was greater with the mew and purr of a grey cat. An old cat by the looks of it, one that seemed friendly. Not something you'd find easily in a place like this. She jabbed a finger at the cat and wiggled it, as if to tell it that it had done something wrong. The cat just ignored her and went on it's way. She looked down the hallway again, examining if the mystery man was close.
It seemed he still wasn't, how lucky she was not to have given herself away when she was frightened by the cat. She nodded, deciding that the only way she was going to be able to do this was to get out of the dark room. She decided to head towards his lab, find somewhere to hide there. Wait until he was calm, or calmer.
Why not just leave, do this another day? Well, because she would never be able to pluck up the courage again. Let alone, if he was able to tell she came in this time, he'd be able to tell the next time she tried to slip in like another rat.
The air she breathed hurt inside her chest. Like it was trying to tell her not to do this, to just walk away and forget everything. But she couldn't, she couldn't just forget the past week. She could never forget about someone so interesting like this man. So, right there, that second she decided it was now or never. She was all in, as they would say in a poker tournament.
Taking a hard and quick right turn, she darted down the hall and towards the little messy lab. Where she would find a little corner behind a large piece of machinery and hide in.


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For many years we've been all alone

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Re: .:The Rage Within:. (P, A, G, L, V)

Postby HunnyBun » 09/03/2011 1:49 PM

Nothing, he had nothing and no one. He had gone all the way to the entrance to find the door wide open. The lead pipe that bared it shut had slipped off and was lying on the ground.
He jammed the door shut and had place the pipe back where it sat. Locking the door back into place, keeping the rest of the world out.
He had turned back around and was headed back to the section he had made for his laboratory. Wondering if the wino had just pushed the door open then left. Or, by some dumb luck, had snuck past him and was bumbling around somewhere inside. He wasn't sure, but if that was the case, then he would find the blubbering idiot soon.
Stepping over the trash that littered the floor, he made his way back to the small hall that separated the main part of the factory from the other. A soft mew greated him as he did so, and a cat rubbed against his leg. He sighed softly, and bent down to pet it gently.
" 'Ello kitty." He replied.
Patting it on the head, he took off down the hall towards the lab. Once there, he flopped back down in the swivel chair that sat next to an old burnt computer. He began typing on it and seemed to be lost in thought again.


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For many years we've been all alone

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Re: .:The Rage Within:. (P, A, G, L, V)

Postby HunnyBun » 09/04/2011 1:02 AM

(replacing the Kuhna with my Rabbot, but I won't count the past post for it. I'm actually not counting the post at all .3.)


Eyes watched from the darkness of a shadow behind a large piece of machinery. They watched as the man sat back down and started back on his work. His back hunched at her, hovering over the keyboard. She wondered how long it would take for him to calm down, or if he was already calm. Then she wondered how he would react when she re-emerge. Would he be angry? She thought about it, debated it. Most people would be outraged by such an act. And with his rage, it would be a greater anger.
She bit her lip, wondering if this really was a bad idea. If she should have just taken off when she had the chance. Or, if she shouldn't have even started this to begin with. But then, she thought, she was already so deep already. Might as well just keep it going.
Shrugging, she began to emerge, slowly poking her head out. Just as she was going to pop out the whole way and shout "peek-a-boo", there came a loud clap of thunder. Nearly making her jump up. She drew back, the moment of emerging gone now.
The hunch over man straightened up, looking out a boarded up window. Through what parts of the window were not covered by boards, he could see a slow start of rainfall. And as he watched, it began to pick up into a hard downpour.


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