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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2014.07.24 09:37:00 -
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Establishing Connection to Server...
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Accessing Archived Security Footage. Search Parameters=Jonny D Buelle
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The screen flickers and you see a birds eye view of Jonny's Mercenary Quarters. It was a typical Gallente style quarters with extra shelving to hold various liquours. By his bed was a night stand with a holoreel, an open bottle of whiskey was on the table. In the bed, Jonny lay next to a Matari female.
Jonny woke up and sat up in bed. He flung his legs over the side so his feet rested on the ground. He was wearing a black tank top and some black pants. He rubbed his eyes and picked up the holoreel. He started to twirl it in his hands and then placed it back down. He then stood up and walked over to the table and picked up his bottle. As he was about to take a drink, the Matari woke up and began to speak.
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'...was nice,' said the Matari. Jonny didn't look up at her but he did pour her a drink. She stood up and grabbed the holoreel and started fiddling with it. 'So what's on here?'
Jonny looked up at her. 'Put it down, please. It's personal.'
'But I want to watch it,' she said.
'Put it down.' She went to start the holoreel. Jonny through the bottle at her and narrowly missed her head. The bottle shattered on the wall behind her. Glass and whiskey littered the floor. 'I told you to f**king put it down!'
'You know what?!' she said as she started to grab her things. 'I don't have to put up with your sh*t! I go better things to do!'
'Then leave you dumb b*tch!' She then started to curse him in Matari. She then threw the holoreel and left, slamming the door behind her.
Jonny went to the shelf and picked up another bottle. The holoreel started playing...
"Okay sweetie," came Jonny's voice from the holoreel. "Show daddy again what you can do." On the holoreel, a young Gallente girl started doing cart wheels, flips and other acrobatic feats. She stumbled and fell multiple times but she kept getting back up, trying to show daddy what she can do. Jonny just sat there and watched the reel, a tear welled up in his eyes. The holoreel then stopped showing the visual.
Jonny went to take a drink from his bottle when a young girl said, "Daddy? Why do you have a bottle?" Jonny looked around. It was his daughter's voice but he couldn't see her. "M-Marcy?" he said. Then he heard his voice say "Daddy needs this my beautiful girl..." Jonny then looked at the holoreel. The visual was playing up but it was still going.
"But DADDY! You promised me you wouldn't drink!" Jonny looked at the bottle in his hand. "You promised. The holoreel shut off, leaving Jonny to look at the bottle in his hand.
He sat there for a few minutes staring at the bottle. He brought it up to his lips, tears started to fall down his cheeks. He didn't part his lips. He didn't take a drink. Instead his face contorted in anger as he smashed the bottle onto the ground.
He then stood up and started grabbing each bottles off the shelf at random and throwing them on the ground, smashing them leaving glass and booze on the ground. Each time he smashed a bottle he muttered, 'I promised. I promised. I promised.'
He grabbed the last bottle on the shelf. It was a rare vintage, one he was saving for the day he can finally hand up his weapons and live at peace. He stared at it and closed his eyes and said, 'I promised her... Never again will I drink.' He let the bottle fall from his hand and smash on the ground.
He then sat on the ground midst broken glass and scattered booze and started crying.
End of Footage
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Nrabatar Zorig
Nos Nothi
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Posted - 2014.07.24 09:40:00 -
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((This kind of thing is DUST 514 Fiction material, not something to be RPed. Other than that, it's nice.))
Shaman Zorig of the Vherokior Tribe
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Jonny D Buelle
Mors Effera
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Posted - 2014.07.31 08:44:00 -
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Part One
Jonny woke up. His head was clear. First time it has been cleared in years.
He smiled and sat up, placing his feet on the floor. He ran his hands through his light brown hair and looked around. He had cleaned up the place since he destroyed his booze. There was still one or two stray pieces of broken glass.
He took a deep breathe and stood. As he stood he grabbed an unopened can of Quafe he left on his night stand. He opened it and took a sip as he headed towards his couch.
The AI sprung to life. 'Good morning Jonny. How may I assist you? Would you like me to order more Whiskey?'
'No! I told you I'm giving up on that stuff!'
'I thought you were joking'
'Shut up before I unplug you! Now search all database files for Marcelene Buelle,' he said to the AI. The screen in front of the couch started showing pictures of the Gallente girl shown on Jonny's holotape. However in these pictures, it was easy to see that, though she was Gallentean, she was half Matari. The pictures continued to flow and Jonny saw her grow up in a few pictures. A tear came to his eyes as he realized how much he had missed.
The pictures stopped as she neared the age of 18. Jonny stood up quickly, there was fear in his eyes. 'Hey! Is that all!?' He shouted at the AI!
'Yeah, sorry. She seemed to disappear after that.' Jonny looked down. His baby girl was missing or dead. He clenched his fist. 'However,' the AI said causing Jonny to look up suddenly. 'I have found an approved application for the cloning process dating last month. She is serving the Minmatar Republic.'
Jonny's stumbled back as if hit by a great blow. The look on his face was of shock and horror. His little girl has become like him. An immortal. His worse fear. He didn't want this life for his daughter. He didn't want her to experience death a thousand times over.
He looked up at the AI. His look of shock and fear turned to anger. 'Where? Where is she!'
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