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| Making the Jump | Started by: Pickles on Jun 08, '09 05:56 |
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It was finally cooling off, the heat of the day evaporating out of the asphalt and cement and coming up in shimmering waves that made the lights of the city twinkle. A slight breeze tugged strands of jet black hair out from under a thick felt fedora and the girl to whom the hat belonged eventually gave up on the effort of tucking her hair back under the brim and plucked the hat from her head setting it next to her, hoping it wouldn't be blown off of the building. She wondered when she fell if she'd plummet gracelessly in a straight line like a plumb anchor? Or would she tumble and flip like a leaf? With her arms clasped in a tight circle around her knees she scooted a little closer to the edge and peered into the street below. So far no one had noticed her sitting on the ledge and she was glad for the silence she'd have. It didn't really make any sense to attract a crowd now, at her death, when she'd been trying so long to stay hidden. Another gust ruffled her sweaty hair and she reached into the pocket of her coat to pull out her most treasured possession. A gorgeous rosary made with cut crystal beads and platinum medallions dangled from her hand. The crystals, which normally tossed rainbows in full sun, twinkled with all the colours of the night. They absorbed the dark and glittered, sparking a memory so painful it pulled sudden tears to deep sapphire blue eyes. *The woman was fat and short and might have had a pretty face if it wasn't so twisted with disgust. She smelled vaguely of vinegar and yeast, her greying hair pulled into a severe bun. Standing next to her was a handsome man who looked deeply uncomfortable standing in the hospital room of his only child. He stayed a few feet behind the older woman at all times, shooting the injured girl apologetic looks. After a long silence, the woman took a few steps to the hospital bed and slapped her hand down on the splint that protected the girl's right arm. Her voice was low and shook with hatred. "No one wanted you. Your father, the fool, found you behind the deli with these idols tucked in your blankets." She pointed a doughy finger to the child's left wrist where the rosary was looped like a bracelet. There was a pause from the furious woman as she spit, trying to ward off the evil eye. "I told him he should have let you freeze to death but he wouldn't hear of it. He even named you after his mother. But now, now I know for sure what I felt twelve years ago. Your dego mother left you to die and you should have. All you idol worshipers and your heathen gods." She shook her head. "You won't be bringing you evil back to my home. As soon as you get better you'll be going to an orphanage." Without another word the woman stormed out of the room, taking the tall, apologetic man with her. He turned his head and whispered "I'm sorry." and that was the last time Penelope saw her mother and father.* The memory still stung and tears fell freely, blurring her vision of the street. "I should have died." She managed to choke out. "And now I'm going to." She got to her feet, peeling off her coat and dropping it in a heap next to her hat. Kicking off her penny loafers she lined them up neatly next to her fedora and coat and tucked a thick white envelope into her left shoe. With a shuddering breath she stepped closer to the edge, letting the wind tangle her hair. With her eyes closed she swayed a little and held her arms out at her sides. Everything she wanted in life had slipped from her grasp and now, she was going to slip from God's grasp. Taking her own life would send her straight to hell. But eternal damnation still had to be better than the life she had been living. "God. God please. Please end this pain. " |
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A man fumbles with the door handle as he attempts to make his way to the roof. 'How the hell. . .', He throws his body weight into it as the door gives way causing the man to take two steps onto the roof before falling face down. Rolling to his back now, he reaches into his pocket and reaches for his pack of smokes. Sliding out the last cigarette from its container, a sudden gust of wind blows the tobacco out of his hand sending the man in flight chasing after it. After a few attempts, he succeeds in retrieving it. Out at the corner of his eyes, He see's a silhouette at the edge of the building. Walking over, he notices it to be a young women. Hey what the hell you doing up here? Its cold as hell. Shouldn't you be insi. . . Looking at the items set next to her neatly now, Oh SNAPS! You plan on jumping? Not yet please not yet. Wait until I get back inside. I'm on parole. They'll send me back to the slammer for this. He runs to the door trying to open it. Locked. Must be one of those one way doors. Looking at the door at every angle, He assures himself that there is no way back in from the outside. Turning his head slowly back to the girl to make sure she was really there, He catches her eyes staring back at her. Holy Crap you really are real! I thought it was the morphine. Don't do nothing haste now. I'm Riddle by the way. Uh what brings you out on this beautiful night? I mean uh besides the obvious. Trying to steady his nerve, Riddle puts the cigarette to his lips. Fumbling with the lighter, he uses both hands to light it. |
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| Reply by: Riddle at Jun 08, '09 07:55 | |
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Sonnix burst through the door with a bottle of whisky in one hand and a blonde girl wear barely anything holding the other. Not seeing to two people he takes the girl to the other side of the roof. See I told you, you can see the whole city from up here. He looks round and see's a man holding a lighter and a cigarette in his mouth watching them. Riddle is that you? Sonnix walks up to Riddle a hugs him, still holding the bottle. Fancy seeing you up here, like my friend shes a pornstar. He looks at the women standing on the edge. Oh looks like you have company we will just leave... Is she ok? She is standing very close to the edge.... |
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| Reply by: sonnixghost at Jun 08, '09 18:04 | |
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Hearing the door open, Riddle quickly turns to see two figures. 'T. . . T . . . TH . THE DOOR!', Riddle darts towards the door though it only feels as if he's running in slow motion. Arriving at the door as it shuts only seconds too late. With both hands up high on the door and his head hung low, Riddle lets a tear roll down his cheek. Sonnix! You gorgeous bastard! Why you let the door close behind you! Riddle scans to his left to see Sonnix's date and with a quick brush of the eyebrows. Wowzer! Got yourself a looker there. Shaking his head furiously now to regain his concentration. Oh shhh. He points towards the girl on the ledge. I think she's having a bad day. Maybe we should offer her candy or something. I don't know what do you think? Snatching the whiskey out of Sonnix's grasp, Riddle takes a monster gulp fit for a German drinking champion then walks towards the girl. Drink? Its whiskey. Riddle holds the bottle eye level. Its from Scotland. |
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| Reply by: Riddle at Jun 08, '09 20:33 | |
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Carlotta_Steele reached up, straining her fingers until she had gotten to the edge of the roof, and then she expertly pulled herself up and onto the roof, laying herself flat for a moment to catch her breath. Seeing the gathering crowd she gets up, forgetting all about the wad of cash she had just stolen from two doors down. Besides, she knew the cops would be looking down not up. Carlotta reached out and took the whiskey. "She obviously doesn't want it. Mind?" she took a mouthful of the liquid before handing the bottle back and turning to the other man, "Gotta smoke?" After lighting her cigarette, Carlotta sat down next to the others. "You think she'll do it?" |
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| Reply by: Carlotta_Steele at Jun 09, '09 04:30 | |
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| Jimmy had made his way up the back stairs. He had noticed the girl on the edge and figured he would try and help out. Making his way up the final stairs he opened the door and walked up next to the young girl.Opening his jacket he took out a golden flask and took a swig. The smell of whiskey emanating from his breath as he placed the flask back into his jacket pocket. He slowly spoke to the girl trying to get a feel of what was going on. Fed up of listening to her mumbling he pushes her over the edge | |
| Reply by: JimmyTheLionHeart at Jun 09, '09 04:35 | |
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You hear the door slam open, as a woman storms through in an angry rage. The wind picks up and brushes her hair in her face, making her young innocent face look even more furious. "YOU BASTARD! WHERE'D YOU GO YOU TWIT, I'LL WRING YOUR GOD DAMN NECK FOR TRYING TO PICKPOCKET ME, NOW SHOW YOUR-.." She stops, pausing, and realizes her dead thief must have went into the door just before this one, a floor lower. She looks around, blushing feverishly, and looks confused. Riddle, a whore, Pickles and some guy she's never met before.. 'What the hell is going on here?' She thinks. "Uhh.. shit.. am I interrupting something?.." She notices the two guys are on something and their date is giggling like an idiot. She must be drunk too. She looks over at Pickles, and her eyes get wide in panic. Ignoring the boys, she calmly walks over and leans next to Pickles on the ledge, facing towards the building. "It's a long way down, Miss Pickles. Whatever it is your thinking, it must be painful." She gives Pickles a long sympathetic look. She then looks over at the boys. |
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| Reply by: Ritz at Jun 09, '09 04:40 | |
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Taking the bottle of whiskey back from Carlotta, The two step back to have a conversation about if she'll do it or not. Taking a swig from the bottom between the two, They watch JimmyTheLionHeart say a few words to the girl. Aw show over. Jimmy will talk her into coming off the. . . That very second Jimmy pushes her off the edge. Blink Blink Blink, Riddle flutters his eyes. Well, Thats all she wrote lol Ah well. A thump is heard in the background. At least we got our bottle. Cheers. |
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| Reply by: Riddle at Jun 09, '09 04:41 | |
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| Carlotta stood up as the door banged open and saw Jimmy staggering toward the girl on the edge. Without thinking she stepped up in front of the figure who appeared to barely notice her. A moment later Carlotta found herself falling forward off the roof. Jimmy had apparently tried to help the young woman make the decision to jump and had pushed who he thought was the jumper. Unfortunately, the person he had pushed ended up being Carlotta. She cursed roundly as the rope around her ankle jerked her to a sudden stop forcing her wait until the rope stopped shaking before she was able to grab a nearby window sill and slowly, hand-over-hand, begin the climb up. | |
| Reply by: Carlotta_Steele at Jun 09, '09 04:43 | |
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Pickles sunk to the flat edge of the building and sat down, trying not to stare at what was going on. So far the evening was going 110% against her plans. She finally looked up at Ritz with wide eyes and nodded "Yeah. It's pretty bad." She lit a cigarette, her hands trembling as she heard curses in Italian as English from the woman who had just been pushed off of the ledge. Was this God's idea of a joke? |
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| Reply by: Pickles at Jun 09, '09 04:49 | |
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Schizo opens the door and steps onto the roof. He glances around and sees everyone. Noticing the girl standing on the ledge, he mutters to himself,"Stupid Pickle's ganna fall." Schizo reaches into his suit and retrieves a cigar and his zippo and lights himself up. He shoots Pickles one more glance then decides to leave her to her fate and paces around the roof, calmly enjoying his cigar and the view. |
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| Reply by: Schizophrenic at Jun 09, '09 04:52 | |
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| Carlotta struggled to pull herself up hand-over-hand, finally reaching the top of the building again she reached up, and in a moment that felt like deja-vu felt around until she found a place she could grab hold of the flat roof and pull herself up. She managed to pull herself up again and flopped down on her back trying not to shake. Carlotta lay there breathing hoping that the woman would speak and tell them all her story. | |
| Reply by: Carlotta_Steele at Jun 09, '09 04:55 | |
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Noticing Jimmy's Falure I whip out my gun and pop two in the woman on the ledge as she leaps from the building. A bullet fly's away and nicks Carlotta so she loses her grip. Jimmy arrives along with Carlotta's body as it crashes to the ground. "You owe me one for cleaning up this mess. Let's hope for a crate of some of that fine Philly whiskey shows up in LA soon enough." |
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| Reply by: Cyclone at Jun 09, '09 04:58 | |
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Schizo slowly walks to the edge and looks down. Dude, I would so clear this if I was high... Continuing to smoke his cigar, he begins talking to himself. He strolls up and down the ledge and stares down to the street and across to the building infront of this one. Hmmm, I bet I could make it... Yeah....hmmm...How much would I need to make it? Should I try it? The pointless conversation continues for a few more minutes |
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| Reply by: Schizophrenic at Jun 09, '09 05:03 | |
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Riddle hears Schizo going on and on about making something happen. Schizo! I got about 39 dollars in my pocket. Make it happen and its yours! Whats the worse that can happen right? Besides, its our day off tomorrow. Riddle open his wallet but notices he only has 12 dollars. 39 dollars man. Lets see it happen! He takes a sip of his bottle and takes a seat on the roof. |
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| Reply by: Riddle at Jun 09, '09 05:08 | |
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Looks down the side of the building again. Riddle, you got a deal. Schizo grabs Riddle's bottle and downs the rest. With a few quick puffs of his cigar, Schizo leaps over the side of the building and falls 3 stories, landing in a tree and hitting every other branch on the way to the sidewalk. Schizo lays motionless on the sidewalk for a few minutes before standing up and limping into the building. Moments later, Schizo walks through the door to the roof and punches Riddle in the ribs. Pay me you fruit cake. |
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| Reply by: Schizophrenic at Jun 09, '09 05:38 | |
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Riddle watches him leap not believing he would do it in the first place. Running to the edge he watches Schizo descending off the roof right into a tree. Running back to the safety of the middle, he continues to drink when a few minutes later Schizo comes barging through the door punching him in the ribs. Ahh you cock! You know I bruise easy. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out the 12 dollars. Then reaches into his right sock and pulls his secret stash. Pulling 35 from the stack, He holds it up as schizo reaches for it. Pulling it back really quick. . . Double or nothing? |
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| Reply by: Riddle at Jun 09, '09 05:45 | |
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Schizo stares blankly at Riddle for a moment. Thinking quickly, Schizo snatches Riddle's money, drags him to the edge by the collar and FLINGS him off the edge. HAVE A NICE FLIGHT!!! Schizo flips through the money as he watches Riddle fall through the air, flailing his limbs helplessly. Dumb prick. |
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| Reply by: Schizophrenic at Jun 09, '09 07:08 | |
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| Before he even notices what is going on, He see's the asphalt coming at him quickly. Closing his eyes, he lands face down on a patch of grass spread eagle with a loud thud. As he lies there motionless, he gathers all his energy and focuses it into his hand. Closing his fingers one at a time, He leaves his middle one out. Seconds later an army of nurses rushes out and places him on a stretcher. Within seconds Riddle is rushed into the hospital for medical attention. As onlookers stare, they notice an imprint of man in the grass where Riddle once laid. | |
| Reply by: Riddle at Jun 09, '09 07:54 | |
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Schizo stares down at Riddle and laughs maniacally. Walking over and leans against a vent, Schizo withdraws another Cigar and his zippo and lights himself up again. Calmly smoking his cigar, Schizo looks around and tries to find someone else to talk to. |
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| Reply by: Schizophrenic at Jun 09, '09 08:13 | |
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