Post by Mags on May 6, 2011 18:08:28 GMT -5
Blackies . Angle . Plot
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[/size][/font]So, yea, I has a plot idea, well, its not necessarily like a plot that we would be spending 3 months on, it's mostly the discovery. So, It's an idea that needs help to grow. X3
Anyways, the plot has to do with angels, which, are our deceased charries. The teens that have died have gone to Heaven, and some have been there longer than others, and, when they arrived, they where escorted to a familial surroundings, so they could adjust to being angels. They live like they did in the Havens, only, nothing truly bad happens there. They've been given all the answers to their questions, they know what was going on when at teh time they where so clueless. As they discuss the matters of what went down in their tiem of liveing, they realize they can help. Most of teh teens up there had previously been labeled as the 'bad kids', and the teens, good or bad, agree on going back. NOT, re-birth, or reincarnation. They each choose to be a Guardian Angel, protecting the one's who they see need them.
At first, it's just little things, making the teens that are alive think their getting lucky by getting a few extra points on tests, and such. But,a s the Angels spend more, and more time on Earth, they become viable. The Teens see glimpse of their dead friends, and begin to think their going insane, or, are being punished for what they had done to them when they where alive. Than, by choice, the angels allow them selves to be seen, exposing them selves completely to the person their guarding, and, explain. They won't allow them to make the errors they had, and plan on making the school safe, and peaceful, as, the Angels have sensed a great disturbance of plotting, and revenge.
And this is where Cynder's plot comes into action, and, this is what it mostly is, Cynder sent me this, and I absolutely adore it. : D
Howard Grau stepped out into the spring sunlight, shutting his car door behind him. The building looming before him appears quite menacing, as it ought to; it was the Gates County Asylum. All the worst criminals from around the area were sent here. Security was obviously a big thing here, too. You had to have a good reason for coming. Luckily for Howard, his entry pass had been a phone call from the warden. One of the..residents wished to speak with him.
At the entry gate, one of the guards halted him. "We need to see your I.D., sir." Howard smiled, reaching a tentative hand downwards into his pocket to fish for his wallet. "Of course," he replied, producing the small piece of plastic that was his identification card. Howard held it up to the guard, who, with a nod of approval, allowed him in. He put his I.D. back and the wallet in his hand disappeared once more into his pocket. Upon entering the facility, the warden was waiting for him in the lobby.
"Ah, good morning warden," Howard greeted, "As you already know, I'm here to see a Mr. Grimsley." The warden nodded, "Yes. He's been anxiously expecting you. Follow me." Howard followed as the man in charge disappeared past the doorway, presumably into a hallway. He was lead past cell upon cell of the criminally insane; people deemed too dangerous by the authorities. But only one had..certain abilities. At the of this particular hallway was not a cell, but a room. The door had several locks and a keypad on it. Anyone looking in could see through the small window on the door that the room's inhabitant's wrists were cuffed to the table. For safety reasons and protocol.
The warden grabbed his leys and unlocked the locks, and pressed certain numbers on the keypad. Once the door opened, Howard was quickly issued inside, with the parting words of, "You have 30 minutes." Once they were left alone, Howard seated himself at the other end of the table, keeping his composure in check. Samual regarded him with a cool gaze, smirking as he leaned as far back into his chair as his chained wrists would allow. "Hello, Howard. Its been a while, old friend," he said. Howard blinked. "So you heard, then?" he asked. Samual shook his head in agreement, a look of anger in his eyes. "John was an imbecile. He got himself killed! By a bunch of teenagers!" he spat. "What of his Watchers?" Here, Howard looked towards to avoid meeting Samual's fierce gaze. "They're all dead, except Zmey. But he switched to their side." Samual curled his hands into fists, gritting his teeth.
Howard took this moment to glance about Samual's cell. Various newspaper articles were taped to the walls. One of them had the headline, TERROR IN DOWNTOWN NEW HAVEN; HOTEL COMPLETELY DESTROYED AS AUTHORITIES ENGAGE THE VAMPIRE ALUCARD - DEATH TOLL RISES AS VIOLENCE ESCALATES!!! There were pictures of the aforementioned vampire posted along with the articles. Samual noticed, with amusement, his visitor's wandering gaze and said, "My greatest achievement and biggest downfall." When Howard looked at him, there was a question in his expression, so Samual elaborated. "That boy is my son, and also the brainchild of several year's research. You see, I had a plan."
"Being the headmaster of The Havens was only step one. As you are well aware, I have the ability to take away the gifts of others and make them my own. Which would have worked out fine had it not been for the whole fight ending with me being sent here. But the next step would have been to slowly gain political power and influence, eventually getting rid of the current presidential administration. Although I am quite capable, don't you think the job would've required a powerful weapon? Hence I created the vampire Alucard, by mixing my son's genes with those of a certain Count. He is the reincarnation of Vladislaus Tepes Dracula III."
Howard listened in stunned silence as Samaul continued. "But things didn't exactly work out the way I planned. When my wife was still alive, she disapproved of my work, and we fought about it often, until I agreed to forget what my wife considered a foolish dream. We were a happy little family until Alucard turned eight, and his mother died in a car accident. I was deeply angered and saddened by this and, little by little, my ambition returned. But my son began to hate me, and my teachings, so I sent him to live with my mother and moved on without him."
"Afterwards, I end up here, and have watched on television every incident Alucard has been involved in. I've realized how formidable my son is. However, he has become influenced by the students who defeated me the previous year. It was Alucard who brought about the death of Mr. Carter, and now everyone looks up to him as a hero. He no longer has any use to me, and so you and I have a common enemy, Superintendent. That is why I so desired to see you. With John's half-brother as the new headmaster, this creates a problem, no?" Howard nodded curtly. "Yes..Talbot refuses to cooperate. We are running out of the people we can trust and rely on."
Both men fell silent, deep in thought. In order to move forward, they would need to collaberate. Samual looked up, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Listen, Howard. You want Alucard gone, and I want complete control over the government. Both of our plans requires the end of one man. But Alucard is very difficult to kill. I designed him to be. However, all men are slaves to something. Money, power, love. One of his weaknesses is blood. As a vampire, he cannot function without it. But before I get carried away, are we in one accord, Mr. Grau?"
Howard took a breath. He could not back out of this once he agreed. But his motives were strong. "Yes. Yes we are." Samual grinned. "Excellent, hahaha! This is good news. Now Howard, listen closely. I want you to find Alucard's other weaknesses, and go from there. Since you are the Superintendent, I am sure you have student files. And about Talbot..attempting to corrupt him is out of the question. I need you to devise a plan to remove him. Permanently. Place one of my collegues, Milo Hoft, in charge. I know that once he has the position, he will bail me out."
"Alright. But what do you want me to do after all of that?" Howard inquired, aware that his time was up. The warden ought to be heading down towards Samual's cell any second. "Once I am free," Samual replied calmly, "Bring Alucard to me, alive. I want the satisfaction of killing him myself. And keep the media out. They obsess over him to the point where its sickening." Just then, as Howard predicted, the warden rapped on the door. "Time's up!" he announced. As Howard rose to leave, Samual stopped him for a moment.
"Good luck, Howard. I'm counting on you."
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