Okay, I've created the community over on GJ. So everyone move on over there, create your character's journals and join xthoughtcrimex
(x-posted to ooc comm)
I hate to do this, but I'm offically putting xthought_crimex on hold for now. I'm not shutting it down, because I really love a lot of the ideas we got floating around here, but the sad truth is I don't have any time right now to dedicate to this game, and there aren't enough players at the moment. Lily e-mailed me earlier this week, saying she would have to leave for personal reasons, so besides me, there's just Q, Mylia and Julie.
I have bough the domain name www.xthoughtcrime.com though, so you see I'm not completly flaking out. I'm also strongly considering moving xthought_crimex to Greatest Journal, for all their pictures and such.
I want to know if everyone is still interested in this game, and wants to hold onto their characters. I'll take over Pete and Vic from Lily for now, but if anyone is dying to have either one, let me know.
I'm going away for the weekend, but as soon as I get back on Tuesday, I'm going to start dedicating a lot of energy into this game. It deserves a spiffy website and great players, interest and activity. I'll have a whole bunch of information by this time next week, hopefully.
Let everyone you know hear about this game, because it'll be cool, promise! And if anyone wants to offer any help in any way, I'd be more than happy to accept it :)
Pete Wisdom strode into the headquaters of the Inner Party and nearly knocked over several different Party members as he made a beeline to the directory. If Airstrip Three was anything like Airstrip One, then the directory was hopelessly out of date, but it would still be a useful guide to getting around the building and finding the people he wanted.
A cigarette, his only luxury, stil smoldered in his fingers. He took a deep drag, blew it out in the face of the nearest Outer Party member, relishing the member's forced nod of politness even as Pete was assaulting him. Here in these offices, even dressed as raggedy as he was, most assumed he was a member of the Inner Party, someone not to be trifled with. That was one of Pete's greatest assests; he was able to blend in nearly everywhere.
However, as he glanced around, he noticed a few intensly hateful looks glaring into him from some well dressed people who were obviously real Inner Party members. He grimaced at them, and began to scan the crowd for some people to question.
Wiping her claws long the thighs of her workskin, the soldier let her eyes flick ahead. A twinkleing behind her skull, nuzzled warmly in her brain, told her that there was more to do.
She smelled it long before her psychic leash-holder alerted her of it.
He bit his tongue, surpressing a moan of enjoyment. As he fondled the more sensitive bits, he mused.
I wonder what sort of bitch broke big Brother's heart so bad he outlawed fuckin'...
Any cohenent thought was garbled, then finally overshadowed by another teasing wave of sensation. Not quite there yet.
From a shadow, the soldier watched, barely blinking. She had no opinion, but she could feel her leash-holder watching through her eyes, gaining a sort of vicarious,voyuristic climax with the self-gropeing young man. Even the soldier felt a tremble. The smells, sounds, heat, taste of passion on the young man's skin set her senses freyed. A Wild sort of quiver shimmied down her spine. Yet, she remained still.
The young Outerparty boy inhaled, a breath that got caught in his throat as it seized, body on the brink.
It was then she stepped from the shadows, changing the passion heat of her body into an explosion of tactical strikes as she lept at him.
The first thing her unique claws severed was his law breaking sin, detatched like the leaf of a flower. She then burried her other hand deep into his abdomen, pulling upwards, his claws splitting him in three from the hips, to the crown of the filthy boy's skull.
He toppled over with a 'quask', and the fighter's nose twitched. Dark eyes turned to her soiled claws, glistening with human fluids, metalic, like new coins, and salty. She sniffed again, before carefully drawing her tongue along the flat sides of a claw.
The killer realized a scent of another, keeping it in check, and as she did, she wondered if the young man's personal explorations were worth his life.
After recieving a reply to her note, Jean quickly headed down the hall to Charle's office. She really hoped that she had heard something and that she wasn't going crazy. Sure, her powers had been a bit off before, but, she'd gotten control of them. Right?
She knocked on the door to his office, even though she was sure he knew she was coming. He knew everything. Which also ment that the thoughts of she and Scott that had been on the forefront of her mind would have to be pushed back further and hidden some place. Otherwise she could get them both in trouble...
|» She Marched(Crossposted)|
She worked best alone, and Big Brother saw that. Others just slowed her down. Her dark brown eyes seemed vacant as she just continued to march, eyes forward. She didn't need to see. She didn't need to think. Why would she when she could taste? And more importantly, smell?
They, the citizens around her, cowered as she passed them by. She could taste the aprihensive sweat on their flesh, the one that fear showered them with. Usually when this weapon was out in the open, someone was 'thinking the other way', and needed to be educated. Her's was a messy, yet effective class.
The Thought Police often thought to themselves how misleading her form was. Slight and willowy, yet more then humbley endowed, barely toned, but her mutancy made up for it. Her work uniform tight and protective, almost provocitave. One of them even mentioned in passing that she was an angel, sent to give them something to look at before the criminal was reaped.
A child ran out from a nearby alley, a broken stick in a chubby fist. The child squealed happily, skidding to a stop before the soldire in a way that kicked up dust and small pebbles. The little stones clunked uselessly against the soldier's shins, and she turned her eyes, emotionlessly, towards the child.
"I am Your HERO!" Screamed the child, waving the stick like a flag. "BIG BROTHER IS ME! I AM BIG BROTHER! BOW!! BOW!!!" The child's voice grew in volume, but he paused to inhale, readying himself for a loud, final chorus of "I am your salvation."
With the metallic sound 'snikt!' and a gugled 'hurk!', the child was in halves. He could have caused on uprising. That would not bold well. Best sever the head from the body while it was still fetal, no one would miss it then.
The Soldier Marched.
|» Kitty's Lab ((Open for anyone))|
Kitty was staring hard at the program she was running on her computer. She wasn't happy with how long it was taking for her to do this assignment and she had promised Big Brother that this new program would be ready for him in two days.|
"Damn it," she whispered. "What am I missing?"
She continued letting her fingers fly along the keyboard as she continued adding and editing code on her system. There was something not right about this program she was created and she was getting frustrated as test after test resulted in failure.
Kathryn Pryde did not fail. Shadowcat did not fail.
As she was staring at the lines of code, she suddenly face palmed and threw her pencil down as she finally saw the mistake.
She was so involved in her work that she didn't hear the door to her lab opening up.
|» In town...A Narrative (open to anyone that wants to get involved)|
After finishing up work for the day, Scott went to Jean's office so that they could head out for dinner. She had taken the train into work that morning and he had drove so they took his car. They drove into town, and headed one of their favorite places to eat. It was a little busy, so they had to wait for a table but they just sat and talked about their day.|
Finally, they were seated, Scott ordered a bottle of wine, and the sat and talked as they purused the menue.
"Are you feeling better than you were this morning?" He asked Jean.
She smiled. "Yeah, I was just tired from that raid last night. It took a lot out of me."
Scott took her hand in his and gently carassed it.
"Well, don't worry, you can rest tonight."
Jean couldn't help but smirk. "You mean you're going to actually let me sleep?" She asked.
Scott smiled. "Well, eventually." He said with a laugh.
Jean laughed too.
Finally the waitor approached and they order dinner. Once the waitor was gone Scott turned to Jean.
"Can I ask you something?"
Scott paused, trying to find the best way to word it. "Jean, I love you. And we've been dating for a while now and I know it's kind of risky, but," he paused and lowered his voice. "I want you to move in with me."
Jean sat in silence for a few minutes before answering.
"Scott," she said in a low voice. "I love you, but I'm not sure that's such a good idea. I mean, Big Brother is only going to over look so much. I just don't think we can risk it."
"I know, Jean. I know. But, we can talk to him." Scott said, pleading. "I'm sure he'll understand."
"I don't know Scott." Jean said with a sigh. "Can I think about it for a little while?"
"Of course. Take all the time you need."
Jean suddnely looked up at Scott, she had sensed something while they were talking and she couldn't quite place what it was but...finally she nailed it.
"Scott, is that man behind me watching us?" She asked, as softly and casually as possible.
Scott glance at the man sitting behind her, facing him, trying not to make it look like he was staring. Though with his glasses, it wasn't that hard to do. "I think he might be. Do you know him?"
"No, but something about him doesn't feel right."
|» Underneith it all|
It was safe here. It always was safe here, to a point. She thought it safer then it truely was.|
She had dug benieth the earth countless times, a conviniant way of getting from point A to point B, undetected.
Undetected by Big Brother, anyway. Not that she knew that was what she was hiding from. She just knew herself to be hiding.
The earth was barren, soiled with sickness and decay. She did not know what had happened to it. She did not understand the fact that War had raped the land of it's minerals, of its life giving nutriants. She just knew it to be dead.
Dead and safe.
And so she chose it to be her mode of transportation. The girl did not know that her shell of diamond hard flesh protected her from any radiation or desease. She didn't know not all could travle like she did. She just knew this was the only way to survive.
Yet she also did not know that her presence disturbed refugee animals; rats mainly, who remained rather indignant about her tresspassings. She could not hear their thoughts.
But perhaps..another did?
|» on your mark|
I'm encouraging everyone to join our OOC community. It's for your regular OOC purposes, but also any questions about 1984. Because that's what I'm here for :)|
Just so everyone knows whose basically here, we have me (Christine) playing Big Brother, Maddie and Jono, Mylia playing Kitty and Dani, Julie playing Jean (and maybe Scott?), Q playing Penance and Lily playing Vic Creed and Pete Wisdom.
Keep pimpin' the place! The more, the merrier.
Julie has already started a thread over on the Inner Party journal, but only Inner Party members can respond. Big Brother has sent out missives to all Party members, and Maddie will soon send out one of her own. So let's get started!