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Gwathagor · 01-21-2010, 12:06 AM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izt7qpSc9ck

The circus was silent now, the carousel still, the fairgrounds dim, the boardwalk empty. A cold rain drizzled over the city, falling from grey clouds which stretched endlessly in every direction. The streets felt dead and bare, their fire quenched, their life extinguished. Only a few still walked alone through town, lost, searching for something they could not quite recall - for it had been snatched away just before it had been realized.

Wendy was one of these last, lone survivors, who felt her world growing old around her, who found herself dreaming less and less, and growing more and more resigned. And she hated herself for it. She felt betrayed. She felt that she had betrayed something herself. Tonight, in desperation, she went searching for someone she had been close to, once, in the old days. But they hadn't spoken in so long - she only knew where he lived.

She found herself on the street corner late that night, waiting outside his apartment, unsure of herself. Should she knock? Maybe he was married. What was she doing here anyway? What was she looking for? She sat on the curb in misery and tried to remember...but all that came back to her was one of the old songs, strain by strain, in pieces:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxuThNgl3YA

She looked back up at his bedroom window. The light was on! She stood up - and just at that moment, he walked through the door. Dressed in the uniform of a New Jersey state police officer. They stared at each other for a moment, each barely recognizing the other and yet communicating through their silence more than they ever had with words. He shook his head.

"You shouldn't have come. It's over."

Then he walked past her, got onto his motorcycle, and rode away without a backward glance. Wendy threw herself onto the cold, umsympathetic pavement and wept.

This dream was over. It was time to move on. It was time for new and different dreams to begin.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXGNq2-S06I

***

The game is over, the wolves have won. Their numbers now equal the number of living innocents.

Thank you all for playing. This meant a lot to me.

The Living
City Dude - Inziladun - The Lawman (Wolf)
Gypsy Biker - Shasta - The Angel (Ranger)
Crazy Janey - Alonariel - The Killer (Wolf)
Jersey Girl - Wilwarin - Innocent

The Dead
Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter)
Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent
Rosalita - Loslote - Innocent
Mary - Rikae - Innocent
Bad Scooter - Isabellkya - The Betrayer (Wolf)
Boardwalk Sandy - Sally - The Dreamer (Seer)
Johnny 99 - Nogrod - Innocent
Wendy - Lariren

01-21-2010, 12:06 AM	#460
Gwathagor Shade with a Blade Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: A Rainy Night In Soho Posts: 2,512	http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izt7qpSc9ck The circus was silent now, the carousel still, the fairgrounds dim, the boardwalk empty. A cold rain drizzled over the city, falling from grey clouds which stretched endlessly in every direction. The streets felt dead and bare, their fire quenched, their life extinguished. Only a few still walked alone through town, lost, searching for something they could not quite recall - for it had been snatched away just before it had been realized. Wendy was one of these last, lone survivors, who felt her world growing old around her, who found herself dreaming less and less, and growing more and more resigned. And she hated herself for it. She felt betrayed. She felt that she had betrayed something herself. Tonight, in desperation, she went searching for someone she had been close to, once, in the old days. But they hadn't spoken in so long - she only knew where he lived. She found herself on the street corner late that night, waiting outside his apartment, unsure of herself. Should she knock? Maybe he was married. What was she doing here anyway? What was she looking for? She sat on the curb in misery and tried to remember...but all that came back to her was one of the old songs, strain by strain, in pieces: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxuThNgl3YA She looked back up at his bedroom window. The light was on! She stood up - and just at that moment, he walked through the door. Dressed in the uniform of a New Jersey state police officer. They stared at each other for a moment, each barely recognizing the other and yet communicating through their silence more than they ever had with words. He shook his head. "You shouldn't have come. It's over." Then he walked past her, got onto his motorcycle, and rode away without a backward glance. Wendy threw herself onto the cold, umsympathetic pavement and wept. This dream was over. It was time to move on. It was time for new and different dreams to begin. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXGNq2-S06I *** The game is over, the wolves have won. Their numbers now equal the number of living innocents. Thank you all for playing. This meant a lot to me. The Living City Dude - Inziladun - The Lawman (Wolf) Gypsy Biker - Shasta - The Angel (Ranger) Crazy Janey - Alonariel - The Killer (Wolf) Jersey Girl - Wilwarin - Innocent The Dead Jimmy the Saint - Morsul - The Highwayman (Hunter) Wild Billy - Glirdan - Innocent Rosalita - Loslote - Innocent Mary - Rikae - Innocent Bad Scooter - Isabellkya - The Betrayer (Wolf) Boardwalk Sandy - Sally - The Dreamer (Seer) Johnny 99 - Nogrod - Innocent Wendy - Lariren __________________ Stories and songs. Last edited by Gwathagor; 01-21-2010 at 12:11 AM.