An Experiment

[saltinespike]

Alright, I'd just like to see how this turns out: I'm going to write a paragraph, another member will continue my story in a paragraph of his own, and a new member will continue his, etc. As a rule, the member that posted may not post for another three posts (meaning three separate paragraphs separate his two). We'll stick to a basic plot, but nothing too specific. For this first story, which I'm unsure on how long to span it; I suppose until it finishes or gets boring, then we'll move on to a new story. To start us off, I'd like to go with the theme of DANGEROUS GAME. Please write how you feel comfortable; first person, third person, thoughts, actions, whatever. Please keep the tense to whatever the starter made it. Remember, be descriptive!

 

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The man who impregnated the decomposing stretch of alleyway, untouched in the rancid block of land, glared at the open lot that awaited at the end. With his bottle of liquor crashing onto the unforgiving concrete beneath his feet, he tightened his grip, forcing his dirty fingers into the leather palms of his fingerless gloves. This game he was ready to play, the one that had left him severely marred not but a full moon ago was, ironically, what kept him alive. The purr of the engines that would soon become rumbling assassins forced the blood through his arteries, while his fleshy rivals reminded him to breathe; he always thanked them by leaving them as a feast for the beastly machines that was the first part of their game. It was not to say these machines were unbeatable, but they were quite dangerous weapons. The humans had only one advantage over them: emotions.

Edited February 18, 2009 by saltinespike

[Rhoda]

This certainly sounds like fun.

 

It was a crude and cliche formality to meet at the crossroads of an alleyway, where the stench grew more horrific. Empty trash cans lay neglected, spewing their rotten contents into fresh puddles of the city's filthy rain water. The man edged his way along the narrow path he could walk on without invading a family of rat's feast on a stray dog. As he did so, he accidentally kicked a wayward can which caught the attention of his client. The man seemed to flinch slightly as the large machines stapled rigid to his client's back seemed to whir with a cough, almost as if the machines caught sight of him before it's host did.

"You're early," came a gruff voice from the shadows, where the client and his machines purred.

 

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I must say that was very challenging. It felt odd to continue writing from where you left off Ryan; it was a battle because I felt the direction that you wanted to take was far different to mine. We'll see where this goes.

[Raye]

The slightly acrid, stale aroma of the spilt liquor gently filtered through the stench of the alleyway, allevating the senses of their disgusting burden. It trickled gently around the broken shards of glass, glittering like imperfect gems on the floor as the distant, persistent light from the streetlamp over 100 yards away bounced, gleaming off the edges.

 

He wanted nothing more than to let go, release all of his pent up frustration, his boiling, stewing anger, his fermented rage in a tirade against the stranger stood lurking in the dark. He was responsible for more than he could possibly know and certainly more than he'd dare to admit to. No, the lily-livered coward would lie and scheme and cheat his way through any confrontation. The bastard didn't know any other way to live.

 

The machines purring gently like contented, but wary cats brought him down again, and the red, misty fog that had clouded his brain and his senses faded, the cold, icy determined logic of steel and titanium breaking through it like a knife through butter. He swallowed carefully and unclenched his fists, turning to face the man hiding away in the shadows.

 

"Early?" His voice had a metallic ring to it, but the sarcasm of his comment was nonetheless clearly pronounced. "You wouldn't know early if it bit you in the arse. Let's get this little sham over with, shall we?"

 

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That was fun to write. I tried to stay true to the style both of you guys wrote in, but whether or not I was successful, I can't say. I really enjoyed this though. I hope it keeps going. =D