Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 10:35:22 PM)
(This user has entered Chris' Apartment (DtF)) (IP = 50.92.222.34)

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 10:35:45 PM)
(This user has entered Chris' Apartment (DtF)) (IP = 123.211.64.158)

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 10:38:08 PM)
(Do you want me ot set the scene?)

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 10:39:01 PM)
**It's midday the first time you wake up with a sour mouth and dry eyes. Sunlinght forces it's way through the cracks in the fortified bedroom; the drawbridge blinds tightly closed, the out gate front door double locked and barred while the rest of the room like any battlefield is littered with the dead. Clothes are scattered about as disguarded where they reached their use and likewise books and magazines that failed to distract from the weight of the world**

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 10:41:25 PM)
**The second time you awake, it must be later in the day, the oppresive heat makes the air thick and your head heavy though the need to urinate pushes through the desire to roll over and sink deeper... there is also the other call, stirring like a serpent in the dark bowels of your spirit, the addict's siren call that offers a safe shore**

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 10:45:21 PM)
*Chris had been riding a rollercoaster. As reality poured back into his senses, the pain deep in his tissues was undeniable. His eyes opening with great reluctance. He needed to get moving. He rolled over and pulled himself up right on the couch. The room shifted around him as he tried to find his equilibrium. He lurched forward, almost crawling towards the record player. A little ziplock bag of white pills on-top. Oxycontin weren't as potent or as all encompassing in their power as true heroin, but he had so far resisted that last step to ruin. These little pills woul have to do for now. Hands shaking, he pulled out a 25 milligram pill and popped it in his mouth. Swallowing without water, the bitterness of it forcing a slight wince out of him*

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 10:49:54 PM)
**The ocean that washes about you, the tidal fuzz of need and sleep can't hold back The Need and as you feed it, the ache in your shoulders instantly eases away and the sharp bite of missing something somehow becomes hard to rememember. It takes a few moments of just rocking and waiting, enjoying the sleepy moment before it registers that someone has been sitting in your loungeroom the whole time. Resting back casually in the rooms only singel seat, the face obsurred by the little light from the shutters that makes them the 'hidden faced witness' from some reality cop show.**

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 10:51:13 PM)
**Dressed in jeans and a clean wife beater, smoke in hand as you last saw him, the voice is unmistakably Kevins** Not doing so good huh champ?

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 10:55:55 PM)
*He lunged back feebley as he realized with a sudden jolt of terror that he was not alone. Kicking his legs he scurried away from the chair and towards the window, but still facing the man. Kevin Reimmer? His father? It had literally been over 10 years, maybe longer since he'd seen the man. The rolling waves of synthetic opiate beginning crash on the shore of his consciousness. He stuffed his hands in his pocket, fishing for the amphetamines he had to counter act the down of the Oxy. He didn't pull them out just yet though. Suspicion and caution in his voice, he sounded as bad as he looked* Dad?

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 10:57:31 PM)
**The man's face gives hints of profile but otherwise is lost in darkness. He takes a drag and blows smoke up and into the room** You look like shit heh.. but then looks who's talking.

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 10:58:57 PM)
((sorry, afk for a sec))

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:00:16 PM)
**as he finishes his sentence, the words distort and you get a flashback that hurts like a white hot lance in the eye.. the scene changes abrubtly like changing TV stations and you see Kevin before a bathroom mrror; wife beater and jeans, tears staining his cheeks and a shattered phtograph in the sink. The scene jumps again to a blood spattering against white porcelein before the room returns**

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:03:31 PM)
I like the girl, B right? Yeah, it's a damn shame you're all manner of fucked up though. You offered her a hit yet?, or starting her slow on booze and dope?

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:06:44 PM)
((Sorry wife on phone, shes up at work in the yukon))

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:07:09 PM)
((totally cool, take your time, or we can pick it up later :) ))

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:08:25 PM)
((its good jsut a few minutes))

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:14:39 PM)
*He winced, eyes closing tightly as the scene flashed before his eyes. He shuffled furhter away. His gun... why did it come into his mind? But a flash of it, it was in his jacket accross the room. He pulled out the amphetamine and popped it in his mouth, casting narrowed eyes back at dear old dad* Shut the fuck up, /Kevin/. Leave her out of it.

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:14:54 PM)
(back.. as you can see)

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:17:36 PM)
(:) ))

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:18:38 PM)
Cheap shot I guess **takes a drag** So how's Sam these days, you still keep in touch?

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:19:19 PM)
hahahahahahahahhhahahahahha ....Sorry kid, when youre this dead, you're sense of humour becomes pretty morbid

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:20:46 PM)
*his hands tightened against the floor, finger nails clawing at the very top layer of varnish. What was left of it anyways. His heart began to beat harder in his chest, and it wasn't just the speed. He tried to push further away, but came up against the wall. Eyes fixated on the shadowed figure. He spoke a little more humbly this time, quietly* Wh... what do you want?

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:25:11 PM)
**The figure stands and heads over, heavy scarred workboots scuffing the floorboards until he stands over you, though that face never changes, lost in shadow** What do i want? Good will and peace to all me *chuckles* you ever were a fucktard. What I want is my fucking life back. I want a wife you loves me, I want car and an apartment made for two. What I want shitbird, is a fucking life not ruined by your MOthers FUCKing REFUSAL to use her fuCKING BIRTH CONTROL

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:25:42 PM)
**Hed stabs a stubby finger in yor face** YOU FUCKED ME

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:26:33 PM)
**The Channel changes and the room is on it's side, no, its your face on the floor, watching blood spill out from yoru face. And than the room bounces back, and you're alone

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:28:55 PM)
((still bleeding from face?))

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:29:39 PM)
((no)

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:29:50 PM)
((unharmed?))

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:30:05 PM)
((unharmed))

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:32:48 PM)
*he was frozen. Back to the wall. His eyes wide, scanning the room without moving his head. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst, as the two opposing chemical forces warred in his blood. He sat in complete silence, listening t his fast breathing and his heart for what seemed like forever. His teeth clenched tight, his teeth creaking under the pressure. Hot tears began to flow out of his eyes as he finally became animate again, reaching up and grabbing his hair with both hands, starting to rock back and forth, knees pulled up to his chest. He let out a gutteral scream, with the only word he had for the moment* Fuck.

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:36:24 PM)
**After a few moments of quiet, the Television bounces on. Volume medium level, it's a Springer rerun and he's running down the stairs toward the guests with the micrphone** Okay let me hear that again Darlene... you love your husband but you still want to have sex with Julianne, depite she's now your mothe....

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:38:04 PM)
**The channel bounces, just like your visions to your mothers face. The quality is poor and black and white, ghost images flickering and riding across the screen as if the tuning is poor. She smiles serenly and looks out at you with caring eyes** Hello son

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:39:53 PM)
*he looks over to the television. He hadn't had it hooked up. He reached up to wipe his eyes. Snot running down from his nose, he tried to clean his face with the sleeve of his sweater. His mental faculties being fully over-run. The fear and confusion painted clearly on his face. His voice small, like a child* Mom? What is happening?

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:42:03 PM)
**Melissa looks smiles sadly as lines continue to ride sideways across the screen** I'm so sorry this is so hard for you. For most, dying's the easiest thing in the world, but you've been poisining yourself for so long, your time came but couldn't touch you.

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:45:59 PM)
*he could think to exactly the moment she was talking about. In truth, he'd felt like a ghost ever since. Alone and wandering, full of regrets and nothing to hang onto. Nothing to worth living for. His eyes cast down briefly, before they rose back to the television, voice still meek and quiet* I'm sorry... *there was too much to say right now, but he hoped she knew what he meant*

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:46:15 PM)
Those doctors you see. When they came for you and Sam, you just fought so hard, so long. **she smiles* She's here Christian, Sams right here and she loves you. You see, you didn't die in that hospital, but you've been dying ever since. It's only so close to the end now that I, we can help. Oh honey, You should have seen the light when it came for you but drugs... the other side doesn't know what to make of them

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:47:18 PM)
I wish I could put it in more words for you.... but honey... it's your time

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:48:48 PM)
**her eyes fill with love through the black and white snow** You don't have to fight that weight any longer... you've paid your sins out and now you can come home

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:49:45 PM)
*In some way, he was relieved to hear this. He knew he'd cheated death once. He wasn't made of stone, he thought about it often. Thoughts of suicide were nothing foreign to him, even before Sam died. But another, more instinctual side of him was absolutely terrified. He didn't necessarily /want/ to die, even if he thought he /should/ be dead. He swallowed hard, his mouth bone dry. His eyes fixed on the screen*

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:53:29 PM)
**In the back room, unseen and unheard, three men sit cross legged in the darkness. Between them, four precise triangles had been burned into the bare wood with a soldering iron while Chris had slept off the night before. Four black candles burned an oilly heavy scent into the air and golden dish, stained with black blood. The men had died earlier during the ritual, but gladly so. They understood that it was a small price for the master of lies, the creature the cult had discoved those now short years ago. All the masses, all the orgies and bloodletting had finally opened the way to this moment, finally, a way to open the doors to hell**

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:54:34 PM)
**Melissa smiles** It wont hurt sweety, Im here with you, I always have been. Crossing over is like a roller coaster, just that first one dip and everything else is just cream cheese

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:55:48 PM)
**The circle crackled with power now, the Sangreat symbols of acksha, drawn in blood began to smoke as if heating from within**

Legion (Sep 27, 2011 11:56:59 PM)
**and from somewhere far away, further than the most distant star, Ra'azerael felt..something...

Chris Reimmer (Sep 27, 2011 11:58:15 PM)
*Something wasn't right.... more than talking to his dead mother in a TV... relief gave way to fear. Chris tried to push himself up off the floor, but the opiates and the amphetamines were thrashing his body. He couldn't find the strength to lift himself up*