The E-Mail

[ORION]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,95%,true][atrb=align,center,true][bg=#bcbcbc] THE E-MAIL ( how will you respond ) You have just returned home from a long day. You can smell dinner being prepared, but there is still time before it's ready. You decide to get on your computer and check your email. Your room is dark, a slight crack in the curtains allowing just enough light in for you to be able to see. You sit down at your desk and turn on your computer. The system hums as it warms up, and the familiar start-up noise informs you that it is ready to be used. You click the email icon on your desktop, and up pops your inbox. "You have 2 new messages." One is another one of those ridiculous chain emails, you recognize the email address as a friends, and decide to save it for latter. The other message is a bit more mysterious. It's from [e-mail], an address you don't recognize. It's ominously titled 'Chase the Truth.' You open the message, but mysteriously, there is nothing but a link. www.entertheabyss.com. You cautiously click on the link, and after a few moments of waiting, the page loads. It's fully black, with only a white text field in the middle. You press enter, and it prompts you to enter a password. After a minute of thinking it over, you decide to enter the only thing you had to go on. You type the words Chase the Truth in the field and press enter. The new page is almost as empty as the first. In large print in the middle it says '3/24/2013.' Just above it, it says 'Will you chase the truth?,' and below the date it reads 'Meet me at Cafe Kohii at 2 pm, at the back left corner table. Be prompt.' You wondered what this was. Was it some sort of prank? You decided that there would be no harm in checking it out, it was a public place after all. From the scents that drifted to your nose, you figured that dinner was done. You logged out of your email, and walked out of your room, contemplating what exactly was waiting for you next week in that cafe. Go ahead and reply to this thread having your character receive the e-mail.

[Shiroki Akira]

[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px; border-radius: 0px;] [style=opacity: 0.8; background-color: #F0F0F0; width: 360px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #333333; padding: 10px; text-align: justify;]Akira could see the setting sun through the class room window. He was in Book Club, listening intently to the girl giving a report on a book she had read recently. From what he had heard, it sounded like a good one. He thought he might have to pick it up the next time he was at work. Soon it was time for the club to be dismissed. Akira stood and stretched. He disliked sitting for long periods of time. It was why he occasionally did his reading standing up, leaning against a wall, or even as he was walking. Though, he learned that the last one could be dangerous. He grabbed his messenger bag and left the classroom, making his way down the hall, then down the stairs. There, he stopped to remove his indoor shoes and put on his regular ones, placing the pair he had been wearing back in his shoe locker. As he exited the building, he heard his cell phone beep. He had received an email, and from an address he didn't recognize. The subject reads 'Chase the Truth,' and all thats there is a link to a website. He closed his phone and shoved it back in his pocket, deciding to save it for later. Akira unlocked his bike from the rack an hopped on, beginning the short trek to the dorm. When he arrived, he locked his bike on the rack there and proceeded up the stairs to his room. It was more like an apartment than a dorm. He figured it was only called as such because it only housed students. Akira decided whoever thought of that was an idiot, as they could've just called it Student Housing. He shrugged and dismissed it. It was too late now. When he reached his room, he unlocked the door, slipped off his shoes and flipped the lights on. The email had been bugging him. He wanted to know what that link led to, so he turned on his computer and sat down. After a few moments, it was ready to use, and Akira clicked on the e-mail icon. "Chase the truth, huh?" he thought aloud. He clicked on the link and it took him to a fully black site with only a white field on it. He pressed enter, and it prompted him to enter a password. After a moment of contemplation, he entered the words Chase the Truth in to the field, and it was accepted. What it led him to was even more strange. Meet him at Cafe Kohii on the 23rd? That was just over a week away. What was this? Was it some sort of prank? What did he mean by 'Chase the Truth?' Filled with questions, Akira could only do one thing, and that was show up. It most likely was a prank, and even if it wasn't, what was the harm in showing up? Plus, this sounded like something out of a sci-fi book, and that interested him. Done with the e-mail, Akira left his computer and decided to go get something to eat. He slipped his shoes back on, turned off the light, and left his room, the e-mail still lingering in his mind.[/style]

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MADE BY STARR OF ON THE EDGE

[Suiyou Kai]

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[atrb=style, background: #9AB6EA; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.9][style=height: 375px; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; color: FFFFFF] Kai was watching Tv in his room as he thought about starting his computer, computerlking over while eating some crackers, he noticed a yellow lamp and sighed. Someone had been on his laptop again and didn´t bother shutting it down. His moronic brother or his meddling parents? Opening the laptop while walking backwards to see the hotness that was the weather girl, he nearly fell over his chairs leg. He had forgotten to turn it so the lean was still at his back and while sitting down he had stumbled over it. Hitting his toe against an edge, he wondered what was wrong with him today. It had been weird from the start. His birthday was coming up and he was not even in the mood to plan something for it. Maybe he had outgrown his birthday happy age? Or was it because the deadline was drawing closer for his next book. The 24th of march, pretty fateful day. If he wasn´t anonymously there, he could have told them it was just a day after his birthday and if he could push it back a bit. But whatever, he had most of the book done, only a few new names for the side character though. He was always leaving that for the end as to surprise him self. Finally sitting in front of his laptop rubbing his feet after pulling off his sock, he typed in a few addresses, just the usual resource sites for his books. Mysteries, riddles, whatever came to mind. In the end, he often didn´t use those after all, but hell, it was fun trying to solve these as well. Sighing, he turned back to the tv until he heard that strange sound of new mail. Looking at it, he recognized one thing and deleted it, he could imagine what that guy wanted and opened the other. Kai was one of those people opening spam just for the giggles they provided. But that one thing... interesting, clicking on the link, he wondered what kind of password was needed. A riddle, huh? An easy one, but yeah. Typing in the name of the email, then the words in it, he found it easily and got the date. Tiling his head, he saw the weather girl again in the corner of his eye. "Yeah, seems like a real fateful day, huh?" Kai wouldn´t be late for that if he could. Shutting down his pc, he typed a mail for a friend while walking downstairs as he was smelling foodstuffz. Good thing he wished for it today saying it would be his birthday soon... thinking that he got in the mood for a party.[/style] [tr][atrb=style, background: #8197a8; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #525657; border-bottom: 3px solid #525657; opacity: 0.8; height: 15px; ][style=height: 15px; width: 275px; font: 11px Tahoma; padding-right: 10px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: center; color: 434645; margin-top: -20px; ]WORDS; 000 . TAGGED; people. NOTES; None . [/style]

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[Heiwajima Haruna]

[style=background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/300e53s.png); width: 424px; padding: 3px 29px 6px 3px; text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-size: 12pt; color: #edecf4; text-shadow: #202020 1px 1px 0px; margin-bottom: -2px; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px;]stop now! before it's too late,[/style][style=background: #202020; font-family: courier new; font-size: 6pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: right; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 444px; padding: 3px 9px 3px 3px; margin-bottom: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;]your lover was for hire, have you noticed he's been late?[/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/a2vuas.png); padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #202020; text-transform: lowercase;] [style=background: url(http://i56.tinypic.com/312d3ig.png); padding: 5px;]She have to thank her parents for the fact that they let her stay in a dorm, away from those two troublesome conundrum she called 'brothers', but it tends to be a tad lonely sometimes living all by herself. And here she was, wondering what in the world came to her brain and that they agree on letting her stay on her own. Sure, she's a tad older and more mature now which means she can handle things by herself most of the time, but at least show some effort about your daughters and dorm. "Mmm... this isn't right." Eying at the screen in front of her, the raven-haired female of sixteen scratched the back of her head at the unusual email she have received, a small frown on her face at the ambiguous of it all as well as it seems to send off some unusual vibe for some reason. Normally, these kind of emails would end up in the trash folder and she would resume the rest of the night eating dinner while the laptop is seated in front of her on the table and pray that none of the food she is eating would fall from to the keyboard. So far so good, living by herself seems to end her less and less active though her parents would visit from time to time, if not her visiting them back in the residence area. Go figure. Another sigh before recalling about her day consisting of the usual 'waking up, prepare for school, get out of the room and walk to school, sleep in class, attend school club, go home, wash dishes and cook dinner' so you can't blame her for having her daily routine of checking mails be disrupted by this unusual one. As if whoever this recipient is knows something about her, she gulped and hope that it's not one of those chain letters about a ghost coming out from nowhere. "Better make sure it's not one of those Spam mails." Speak of the devil, she thought gingerly while eying at her dinner; Spam and rice. Prompt a facepalm from yours trully before the female resumed with whatever she was doing, the thought of the email still boggling on her mind. "Maybe..." Perhaps...[/style]

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[Suiyou Railey]

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	Railey had stayed afterschool to work on something, another project he had taken too long on. And it was late, he had managed to finish it and turn it in at the least. But the kid had also gotten distracted by a book that he had found, so he had stayed in the library even longer. The boy rubbed his eyes trying to get rid of that sleepy feeling, almost like his eyes would close on him before he got through the door. The book was clutched under his arm, as he shut the door behind him, he could have sworn he had turned his computer off before he left this morning. But he had a habit of forgetting things, so he tried to think nothing of it. He had probably been rushing out of the house and forgot about it, and his mind was just trying to say he did. Playing another trick on him, or someone had used it, and he should be careful. Couldn't have been his brother unless he was going it just to tick him off. Which wouldn't work, he just kept his cool and sat down to see what was open on his computer. He looks at the email, rubbing his eyes as if to see if his eyes were again playing a trick on him. It was just a link, another spam message like the one before it? No there was something different about this one. Railey was usually cautious but he just put something in the box, and when it got to the next page, he just tilted his head to the side. This had to be some sort of prank, someone really messing with him. Or he was just reading it wrong, there was no real harm in checking it out though. He wondered what would be waiting for him, he made sure to mark that date so he remembered. Well he at least marked it down where he would remember and no one else would think to look for it. He closed down his email, making sure to actually log out and shut down this time before he picked up his book and walked out of his room.
[cs=2] ~Even If I'm told that my destiny is immutable no matter what I do, This is, that's right, "pride", each in its own place...~

[Hasegawa Masaru]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2ihrq7k.jpg);background-attachment:center;] [style=width:100px;height:100px;float:left;margin-left:3px;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;border: 1px dashed #000000;][/style][style=width:100px;height:100px;float:left;margin-left:3px;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;border: 1px dashed #000000;][/style][style=width:100px;height:100px;float:left;margin-left:3px;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;border: 1px dashed #000000;][/style][style=width:100px;height:100px;float:left;margin:3px;border: 1px dashed #000000;][/style] [style=width:340px;height:22px;background-color:#F0F0F0;border: 1px dashed #000000;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;font-size:2em;float:center;line-height:24px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-top:100px;]Please don‘t stop the rain[/style][style=width:340px;background-color:#FFFFFF;font-family:courier new;text-align:center;font-size:1em;float:center;letter-spacing:5px;margin-top:2px;]Masaru Hasegawa[/style] [style=background-color:#F0F0F0;border-left: 1px dashed #000000; border: 1px dashed #000000;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;font-size:1.5em;float:left;line-height:24px;letter-spacing:2px;color:#EE0000;padding:2px;margin-left:3px;]notes[/style][style=background-color:#F0F0F0;border-left: 1px dashed #000000; border: 1px dashed #000000;font-family:georgia;font-style:italic;text-align:center;font-size:1.5em;float:right;line-height:24px;letter-spacing:2px;color:#EE0000;padding:2px;margin-right:3px;margin-bottom:2px;]post[/style] [style=width:144px;height:150px;background-color:#FFFFFF;font-family:times new roman;font-size:1em;overflow: auto;text-align:justify;float:left;margin-left:3px;padding:3px;margin-top:0px;]tag: None words: 473 notes: Woo for the starting of an awesome plot~ music: James Morrison - Please don't stop the rain[/style][style=width:257px;height:194px;background-color:#FFFFFF;font-family:courier new;font-size:1em;overflow: auto;text-align:justify;float:right;margin-right:3px;margin-bottom:3px;padding:3px;]A small yawn escaped from Masaru's lips as he quickly made his way up the stairs of the Susa Dorm. It had been far too long of a day for his taste, starting badly and just seeming to get worse as the day progressed. Not only had he been caught asleep in class, the cafeteria had been out of food by the time he arrived. As if to back up this point, his stomach gave a rather embarassing grumble as the smell of dinner reached his nose. Increasng his pace, he quickly reached the door to his room and unlocked it, kicking the door shut behind him and throwing his bag onto his bed. He knew he'd have to wait before dinner was ready, so slid his shoes off as well before making his way over to the desk. He pushed the pile of books, a majority of which filled with his drawing, aside, and instead opened his laptop. He needed to check his Email, as well as catch up on what he had unfotunately slept through. It wasn't anything that difficult, it just meant he had to try and focus for a while. "Thats new ," He mumbled under his breath, realizing he did have some messages waiting for him. He guessed it was spam, but he didn't normally have any after school. Probably something to do with him getting home late. A look of confusion crossed his features upon reading the details of one, quickly opening it. Whoever Chris T was, they didn't seem to be in the mood to give details. He clicked the link, and his look of confusion turned into a frown. What was this? The prompt for a password wasn't entierly unexpected. He rested his hand on a fist as he stared at the screen, trying to think what it could be. This strange turn of events had managed to do something most teachers failed completely at. His attention was focused solely upon it. Masaru decided to start with what little information he had, typing into the password bar the one thing this Chris person had said. Chase the Truth. A grin appeared, only to frown again upon the date. The 24th of March? That was a Sunday, so at least he didn't have school. He was going to get to the bottom of this. Whoever it was that had sent the email might chosen him for a reason. Why, he had no idea, but he might have. And if it was a joke, where was the harm in playing along. He quickly marked the date down on his calender, before rising from the computer chair. For now, though, he was going to go and grab something for dinner, before his stomach decided to do something even worse than light growling. Stupid cafeteria and it's lack of food.[/style] [style=width:150px;height:40px;background-color:#FFFFFF;font-family:courier new;font-size:1em;text-align:center;float:left;margin-left:3px;margin-top:4px;padding:3px margin-bottom: 10px;]made by hannie of OTE[/style]

[Sakamoto Kasuga]

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Living in dorms was definitely a new experience for her, many faces passing her as she climbed the many flights of stairs and walked along the apartment-like corridors. She was so used to living on her own that seeing so many people around her left her with the most gleaming grin at the end of each day. With a small hand towel wrapped around her shoulders, medium length shimmering blonde hair tied up into a ponytail and a cold can of a fizzy drink pressed onto her flushed red cheeks after all the running around, all Kasuga wanted to do now was kick back in her room. Unlocking her own door, Kasuga kicked off her shoes before stepping happily inside of her room, closing it gently behind her before throwing the small white towel over the back of a wooden chair, neatly tucked underneath her desk which sat beside her bed. Flicking on the TV which was attached to the wall on the opposite end of the room and lifting open her laptop, just sat with an energetic bounce onto the side of her bed. Whilst the laptop began setting itself up, Kasuga listened out for the news and weather report whilst shuffling through her bag, tugging out a smaller brown paper bag which held a trio of breaded buns, red bean paste layered thickly inside. Licking her lips at the simple yet tasty sweet bun, she lifted a single one out and took a hearty bite, ignoring the TV temporarily as her laptop had all loaded up okay. Immediately loading up her email for the rare chance of her father taking the time to type a message to her, she was instead surprised by what had loaded on the screen. One thing seemed to be a chain mail message. Well too right she deleted that straight away, a part of her actually believing that someone would probably die if she wouldn't repeat the message to atleast fifty of her other friends within thirty seconds of opening the message... Not that it would even be possible for her to get, yet alone remember, that many people. But the other message, that was different. The strange title being Chase the Truth and name of the sender making her take another bite out of her red bean bun in anticipation. Not hesitating any longer, the excitement Kasuga had built up in her mind about the sender being some sort of secret admirer was shot down at the sight of a rather ominous link. Enter the abyss? Well that was creepy and the word abyss didn't seem like the most welcoming... But at the same time she wanted to click it so badly! Placing her bread on the desk next to her drink, Kasuga placed her spare hand cautiously across her eyes, peeping through her fingers as she used her other hand to click the link. The main reason she covered her eyes was because of an old email she recieved, leading her to click on a link which appeared to be a nice landscape before all of a sudden a flashing image of some sort of dead and screaming zombie popped up and almost making her wet herself in fear. As the screen turned black, she clenched her eye lids together, just waiting for the sound to leak through her headphones which she had cleverly plugged in. But no. There was nothing. No sound, no suggestion of flashing lights or other images, nothing at all. Cautiously lowering her hands, the plain black page which had swallowed her entire screen made her raise an eyebrow in a puzzled manner. Clicking her mouse about and beginning to tap random buttons, as soon as she hit enter the need of a password popped up on the screen. "Password?..." she questioned out loud, at a loss of what it could be. Giving a look of contemplation, Kasuga decided to leave the email up on the screen, grabbing her breaded bun and sitting back into her bed whilst watching the TV. But no matter how many images flicked across the screen all she could think about was the odd email. But then finally, it hit her. It took a good ten or so minutes but she finally thought of the words to use. Bringing her laptop out of sleep by wriggling the mouse around, the blonde cautiously typed in the title of the email, hit enter and wahey! It amazingly worked! Leaning forward so that her eyes were literally a mere few inches from the screen, the new amount of words which had appeared on the screen just added more confusion rather than shedding some light on the matter. "Cafe Kohii on the 24th?" Having heard of strange email cases once or twice in the past from her father aswell as just using common sense as to not meet up with strangers, the idea crossed her mind to actually send him a text message. ... Nah, bugger it. Perhaps if she were to just head on over there, sit at a different table and wait for whoever sent her the message to turn up first she could get answers all on her own. credit :: by columba of on the edge[/style]

[Uzuki Hanashi]

[atrb=background,http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/1547/1547163.png][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 20px; border-radius: 25px;] [style=color: #BCBCBC; font-size: 30px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: #222222 1px 1px 1px]angel of mine, can i thank you?[/style] [style=color: #BCBCBC; font-size: 11px; font-family: Times New Roman; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px]you have saved me time and time again from the demons in the corners of my mind[/style] [style=opacity: 0.5; background-color: #F3F3F3; width: 450px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: #4D4D4D; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border-left: #E0E0E0 solid 5px;]She stared at the board with pouty lips and annoyed blue eyes. Her classmates were getting up, whispering things in their ear as they left the room while the teacher told her specifically that she had to stay. Great. What the hell did she do this time? She doesn’t remember doing anything bad—or at least that she was conscious of. Great, she has to worry about trouble making sleep walking, too?! Snapping her out of her thoughts was the teacher, telling her she had detention. ’For WHAT?!‘ She thought angrily, and decided to keep quiet and for once let them give her detention…for whatever reason. Which, she’s still out of the loop on what she did. ”I’m still unsure of what I did exactly…”she mumbled while the teacher just raised an eyebrow. Nonetheless, the teacher explained why she was held back—obviously detention. Plus, they found out she was causing trouble and was behind some of the pranks done recently—which she screamed “LIES” then the teacher glared—and it was only for three hours. But she wanted to go home, now. Especially when she felt her cellphone vibrate. Either a text, or someone sent her en email. She really wanted to read it, but decided to read it once she got home from school. Cleaning the erasers, the board, the floor and the tables, the blonde hair girl was finally done, and wanting to be home already as it is. But the teacher wasn’t back yet, and that made her whine. Crouching down, the girl sighed and looked at the floor with no expression; just a blank stare, and took out her from her pocket and opened it. Two new messages. She stared at the first one, and stared at the screen. Hanashi said nothing, but grumbled, something about ‘chain mails are stupid’ but decided to not erase that mail until she got home. Now, the second one was interesting enough. It was from an e-mail that was unknown to her. ’ [e-mail]?’ She thought to herself, trying to see if that ever rang a bell. And it didn’t. Breaking the thoughts from the girl’s mind was the teacher, who just came in, and told her she could leave. As soon as she heard those words, Hanashi took her bag and fled the room as fast as she could. She was curious about the e-mail she had just gotten—that and she was pretty damn hungry! It didn’t take her that long to get home, since it was a few ways off from school. She remembered she left the food in the microwave before leaving—being half prepared. Hanashi started preparing it and in five minutes it was ready. In those five minutes she headed up to her room, and turned on the computer. As it loaded, she entered the password and opened up a tab and went into her e-mail. A few seconds later, it opened, and she saved the chain email she got from a dear friend of hers and opened the one called ‘Chase the Truth.’ Hanashi blinked, doing a double take—as in literally refreshing the page—to see that it only had a link. She, forever being paranoid cautiously clicked the link and waited a few moments before the page loaded. It's fully black, with only a white text field in the middle. She presses enter and it asks for a password. ’Password? What? Oh, how confused the girl was. But, she decided to think. After a minute or so, she came to the conclusion there’s a big ass troller on the loose, or that she should just type in ‘Chase the Truth’ as the password and see what happens. ”Ha! See?! Nothing ha—“

[/b] The girl just stared at the screen with mild interest. It accepted “Chase the Truth.” What. The— Now, it just got even stranger. “Meet me at Cafe Kohii at 2 pm, at the back left corner table. Be prompt.” The 23rd. That was soon. 'Will you Chase the Truth?' She swore this was a troller, but something told her to just go and ease her curiousness. Hanashi shook her head. ”I need to eat.”[/b] She turned off the compute for awhile, contemplating on what she had read while she went down to the kitchen. The e-mail still stuck in her mind.

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[Kondo Daisuke]

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	Late night working was usually never a bother to Daisuke; Usually. Because not only being the son of the general store owner meant more work than other part timers but there's also taking care of the sister since the parents were oh so busy. Not that he minded. Though tonight he felt spent, exhausted and completely lacking of any energy left. Turns out it's not so healthy to go to school, end classes only to get into fights (for the good of discipline), go back home immediately for work, work out a little bit with his beloved tonfas, entertain the little sister every. Single. Day. Even if lately it seemed he was in love with the routine. However, all he could do at the moment was let himself fall tiredly on his beyond cozy double bed located in the privacy of his room. and then he had a reminder of what else he had to do. Get his wasted self up and check his mails. While it wasn't too much of a difficult task to do, his body had seemed to refuse anymore commands to get up. He could just say screw it and leave email viewing for later.. But curiousity held the last words in that decision. With a grunt, he stood up once more and sat on his desk chair as if dropping himself on it and turned his computer on. While waiting for said computer to start, Daisuke had laid his head on the desk with eyes closed. He was right about ready to pass out before hearing the notification sound of new emails. Glaring at the screen while straightening himself, he clicked on the first one he had deemed interesting. tittled "chase the truth". Though for all he knew, this could be yet another one of those silly hoax some find entertaining. But for the good of curiousity, he'd check it out. Just when he thought it wasn't a hoax or anything, the only thing he saw when clicking the email was an adress. Hence how an irritated frown came to appear on his face. Wasting his time with such a thing? Should he REALLY? A sigh left Daisuke's lips while he rubbed his eyes, trying to rid them of the urge to sleep and annoyance. With a grunt, he finally resorted to check the link, only to see yet another act of trolling. A black page. With nothing but a text of white. In usual regularities, Daisuke would have immediately shut down his computer, lay on the more than appealing bed and call it a night. But this just seemed a bit too interesting to be left alone. And he just couldn't put a finger on why... Addicting? not really. Intriguing? Possibly so. Irritating? Definitely. However he decided to keep up this little 'charade' and click enter. Only to be face-to-face..or face-to-screen with a demand for a password. Groaning, he decided to enter what he deemed suitable for this. 'chase the truth'. What comes up next after a few seconds of wait is what seems to be an invitation. His instinct instantly told him it might be a bad idea to actually accept that invitation and go to the adress on the screen... But once again, this was a battle that only curiousity could win. Daisuke would go to that place. He'd satisfy his curiousity. And if pushes came to shoves, he always head his trustworthy tonfas, didn't he? With one last sigh, he shut down the computer. Suddenly he smelled something in the air, and that was most definitely food. Seemed to him like Haruka had made something since the parents were out. However, he was way too tired for eating. With no more doubts, he stood up and collapsed on his bed, odly looking forward to that faithful day.
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[Tsubasa Jiyuu]

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[Murakami Ouhi]

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[silke]

Curry? Again?

She sighed deeply while walking over to her first of many flights of stairs to reach her room. The waft of burnt curry drafting through the first floor; much like what Silke imagined disappointment smelling like if it decided to swim through the air.

Of course she appreciated the dorm cooks efforts but it wasn’t exactly…. haut cuisine. She doubted whether she could take the brunt from eating caviar everyday however. It didn’t matter anyway; she wasn’t hungry.

Forcing her way through the 3rd floor room was not an easy task after adventuring up all those stairs and was quickly followed by Silke swooping herself face down onto the bed as she always did. School may had been disappointing but there was nothing much more reassuring than the smell of detergent on freshly washed sheets.

The crack between the curtains allowed just enough light to create a bright line down the computer screen; it seemed almost automatic to a her to turn it on after getting up. The console was at least 14 years old and created a much louder hum that she’d hoped, but she assumed it would have to do.

“You have 2 new messages”

And oh dear it would appear Silke would be dying again in two weeks for deleting the ridiculous chain email on her screen. She pondered how the girl from class managed to get her email but decided to save it incase of an emergency.

She assumed the second was the same, but a brief second before it had been trashed she realized there was no ‘ChrisT’ in her class. She rose her head from her propped up hand; this certainly sparked her interest…At least the most exciting thing that had happened today.

'Meet me at Cafe Kohii at 2 pm, at the back left corner table. Be prompt.'

3/242013? She remained completely expressionless but a pang of nausea began to wrestle with her stomach. She was nervous…but what’s the worse that could happen?

She got up slightly uneasily…. dinner was ready…. that would give her time to think. She wasn’t hungry but she wanted to escape the situation for the moment.

Although deep down, she had already decided to take up the challenge.





[Sorry I had to hurry a bit because theres a lot going on right now! I can write waaaay better than that!]

[Murakami Kato]

world's sleeping,

i keep dreaming for me.

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[/b] The set-up was cool, and if it was a prank then they were clearly following the Rule of Damn Awesome down to a T. Probably sat up thinking about how to present themselves effectively. (He felt like he was going to get badass text with an ominous and wicked funny, "Seveeeeeeen daaaaaaays until you visit the Teeeeecccch Guuuuysss. Save your porn, that ought to be fun to explain to the help center. They'll laugh.")

He liked this sender; felt like he had fun with his syntax. Cyber terrorists introduce themselves with style, and Kato could respect that before he pulled his legs up and wondered why it had a legitimate route to follow. As the type who knew programming was a changing language, he never failed to keep his virus scan updated—and there was a distinct lack of Minchō politely informing him that ohfucksomethingisouttheremanit'soutthere.

"Weird," and the asterisks winked at him, "But that doesn't make any sense." Antsy, the white backdrop seemed to blur, and he tackled the programming—quick, lovingly and with a curiosity high. Hackers had a duty to tear each other apart in the name of honor! The keys tapped in a line of fast clicks, and he waited.

Data encrypted. Data encrypted. Data encrypted. Error. . . error . . . error.

His face was a confused toss up between surprise and intrigue, ". . . Pro, huh. That's pretty cool." Sighing, he curled his toes and settled back in his swivel chair—hands behind his head, stringing along that corrupt Junes jingle that played in every commercial slot their sponsors could horde. It had been stuck in his brain lately. "Ah, man, I'm not really good enough yet to figure it out . . ." And he pouted, puffing his cheeks (in a fashion he would never admit made him look a kid) and generally very disappointed with the idea of letting it go. 'It feels like giving up so early in the game. Maybe I'll try modding something instead—' but it had a vibe attached to it, as though it were the hook to a great opening of a corny, but nonetheless very-good-after-you-actually-see-it horror film.

'Chase the truth from an anonymous,' what truth, and he smirked when he typed it out to himself. 'Yeah right, who would just make it that easy—' the browser shuddered and loaded, hosting nothing except a date and a cafe name. Never mind, that theory was dead. Fixing his eyes on the ceiling, Kato figured that maybe somebody he knew was messing with him. The name seemed kind of memorable, as though he'd crossed it before somewhere along the line.

'Guy likes his coffee, I guess,' and it might have not been worth spending much time on, but he kind of wanted to go now. He tched when the digital clock turned its numbers over, massaging his arm—stiff and yet to get back into the grove of hard labor. Unsympathetic to the fifteen pounds he had to lug around, Kato kicked his schoolbag over with his foot.

It sat there, mocking his pain. '. . . argh. Yeah, I don't like you either.' He dragged it to the futon and dropped to the floor. 'At least it's a way to kill four hours.' Sometimes textbooks had entertaining trivia to learn too, and he sifted pages for a good minute until the paper-door shot open.

Not exactly expecting that, he jerked back and nearly tumbled into the wall behind him. (Kato was not known for being very good at staying on his feet off the field. Or hearing people outside the door.) The Japanese don't care about your locks, and he got himself up while his mom went on about how he should come and talk to her while she was making dinner. One of many house rules: if you want to eat, then a little bit of bonding time won't hurt you.

Hey, he wasn't complaining. Kato liked helping out with the cooking—or most anything else, there wasn't much he really minded—and he was the type to ramble on and on; as long as everyone's happy, right? Or, if not, then "real men can get by in the kitchen. It's a test of true strength there, survival of the fittest." (No, he was being serious. A duck head with the eyes rolled back behind the skull taught him of its many traumas. That, and he burned himself like clockwork.)

He supposed the 'mystery' would have to wait until a better time.
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[Akiyama Asuka]

Another boring day. Another boring time wasted. Geeze, these days it is so sluggish. Asuka Akiyama was currently flopped onto her bed. She was the step-daughter of the Kaneko Inn owner. She could be living there, but no! She refused to live with that man who believed he can replace her father in her heart. What did her brother and mother find in him?

Sighing, she roll onto her belly and pulled out her laptop. She already finished reading her manga and writing some essays. She even wrote up some ideas for the Drama Club's future events. Maybe school will keep her preoccupied. She gave a grunt as she pulled the laptop from under her bed onto her beside table. She turned on the power and waited for it to load completely. When it was finished, she typed her password and was about to play some games...when her email icon popped up. She clicked it with a sigh and it informed her that she had two messages.

She blinked at the unknown email address. Clicking the email, she raised her eyebrows at the title. Chase the Truth? What is that about? And what is this 'Truth' they are talking about? Giving a shrug, she clicked to link and saw it was a black with white text. Cursing, she noticed you have to type in a password. She quickly typed in the email's title and bingo!

Only to find it was blank with a text and a date/time. Should she go? She guessed she can go. I mean, that email was addressed to a widespread of people. She recongized a few, one being a few of her friends. Deciding it was safe, she turned off her computer and went back to sleep. She will go, but she will be carefull. Just in case.

OOC:: Ugh..Short but at least I posted.

[Sheryl Saotome]

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A slender body twist, pale blonde hair flaring out from the movement, as blue eyes outright glared at the male before her, even as his eyes widened drastically as her knee slammed into his stomach, causing the simple black pleaded skirt to flare up slightly from the movement. Removing her knee, she followed up with a open palm slam against the side of his head, right against his temple.

“You...”

Her voice snarled out as she turned her body and slammed her closed fist this time into another face, “Should...” Blocking a retaliation hit, she grabbed the wrist, before turning around and flipping him over her shoulder onto the ground, “Learn some manners!” A bruise stuck out against the pale skin on her cheek. Moving, she kicked at the guys temple, her eyes burning with hate, as she rubbed away the blood that was leaking out from the side of her lips.

“I have a song tonight too!” Meaning now she would have to wear makeup! A little was fine, but now she'd have to put on another freaking face just to cover it! Feeling her phone vibrate she clicked her tongue before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the small piece of machinery she flipped it open and brought it to her ear, “Yeah?” She blinked, “Oh hi mom! No no, I'm fine.” She said happily, moving towards the entrance of the alley way, “Oh you know, getting ready for my job soon.” She grinned slightly from pride. She was only eighteen and yet she was working in a bar as a singer, while it wasn't her dream, it was a start, and something she enjoyed greatly.

“How's dad?” She inquired, sounding very much like any other teenager on the phone unlike the glaring hellcat from before. She laughed as she chatted with her mother for the short while before they both said goodbye and hung up as she entered her apartment, “Tadima!” She said out of habit even though no one lived with her...not for awhile now anyway.

Humming to herself, she took off her shoes and slipped into her slippers before padding her way through and sitting down at the computer desk. Time to check her e-mails. Waiting for her computer to warm up, she hummed a song under her breath, “Can you hear me? My lovely boys and girls...” She sang as her e-mail page loaded. She blinked at seeing two new e-mails, “ChrisT?” She muttered and furrowed her brows together, who the heck was ChrisT? She knew no one by that name.

But the title made her curious, 'Chase the Truth' eh? She clicked on it, and just saw a link to a website...well guess it couldn't be so bad, as soon as they asked for money though and she was out of there.

Clicking on it, she was kind of disappointed that all that appeared was a site, clicking enter as by now her curiosity was on auto-pilot, she raised a brow at it asking her for a password. She didn't know any password for this place. Sighing she pinched the bridge of her nose and mused about it. A password....A password....maybe she should just leave? But....

“Chase....the....Truth....” She mumbled to herself as she typed it in and pressed enter. Blue eyes widened in surprise however as it worked. Jeez she was such a fluke about this, she didn't expect that to actually work. “Cafe Kohii?” She knew that place, never went there herself, but she knew of it. It couldn't hurt to go and it was a week from now so she had plenty of time. Shrugging her shoulders she stood up from her seat and headed off to the kitchen to start dinner.

OOC:OHMAGOD I SUCK