You Keep On Thinking You Can Save Me ;; John

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: john, the bigot, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: hurrah, plot movement!, INSPIRATION:: "country song" by seether, Kyle had returned a few days after she had gotten back into Rustboro with her new... friend. Emile had proven to be a handful. While he wasn't as awful as she thought he was going to be, he was still a little difficult to deal with. Especially since she couldn't bring herself to understand everything that was going through his head. Beyond that, she hadn't the faintest idea what it was like to have an illness that literally spoke to him, telling him to kill, and maim. It chilled her to the bone whenever she had to think about it. She hadn't grabbed a lot of flowers, because she wanted to only have enough to run tests with. And then maybe a few to placate Emile. But, it seemed as though she had grossly miscalculated how many tests she was going to be running. Not to mention that these particular flowers seemed to damage and die rather quickly. She would have to find a way to preserve them better. Or something. This was entirely too valuable to them; their cause... To bring the world back the way that it once was. Hell, better than it was before. She would stop at nothing to make sure that it happened. Even if it meant spending countless late nights at the old converted fire hall, which she now called a Clinic. But upon arriving in the Red Forest, she realized that the spot that Emile had shown her was no longer there. It was all but barren. Her guts churned. She had remembered him mentioning that the Spiritualists were taking the flowers for their own purposes. What they were, she hadn't the faintest idea. Nor did Emile. But, the Flower of Clarity as Kyle had started to call it was needed... Far more than she would admit to those bigots. Despite the fact that the Spiritualists creeped her right the hell out, she was going to go there. See if there was someone she could talk to. Maybe, she could sweet talk someone into sharing it with her, giving them the explanation that she gave to Emile -- This was to go toward a cause of healing their people. Religious people wouldn't fight against that mentality, right? At least, that was what she was hoping. Over the past two years, she realized that she could never truly figure out peoples motives. Not until they'd shown some semblance of their true colors. She sniffed a bit as she entered the Crusaders home 'town.' It was nice. It was quiet. And God damn was it a little fucking creepy. She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, attempting to keep her nerves calm. She wondered if they all knew how close they were to a Zombie hot spot. Well, she wouldn't tell them if they didn't know. The last thing she needed was more of these freaks filling the streets of Rustboro. They had enough of a problem with Raiders as it was. WORD COUNT:: 501

[John Whittaker]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] You can keep on thinking you can save me There will be Tribulation... As has Never been seen. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - John was doing one of his favourite daily persuits, simply taking a stroll around the compound, soaking in the atmosphere of his people. They had been here for 2 weeks and John was beggining to settle into the area. It was nice and idilic, much like the pastures that god would tell him of in his dreams. The area was not without its problems however, not only were there the accursed 'zombies' as some of his younger followers called them (John prefered to think of them as wayward spirits, those tortured by the first passing) there were also raiders currently camped not far away from his own. To John Raiders were an unnatural blight on the planet, they went around corupting innocnets and dooming them all to the destruction of the second passing. There was another issue that was troubling John, reccently his parisheners had noticed waywards entering the forest and eating a particular flower. The flower, John had been told, gave the waywards a boost in strength and expanded their violence. With this knowledge John had ordered the flowers destroyed in an attempt to rid themselves of the waywards. What played on John's mind was that the waywards were still coming, and attacking the spiritualists when they could not find any. John's thoughts were broken by a woman entering the village, she was dressed in very basic survival gear that appeared to beaten for a parishoner, but not sinful enough for a raider. Putting on his usual preacher voice and look, John stepped towards her "Welcome my child to Quaker Meadow, my name is Reverend Whittaker, have you come to salvage your soul? TAGGING: Kyle | OUTFIT:Click. TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: john, the bigot, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: preacher man just got stuck in my head, INSPIRATION:: "country song" by seether, Kyle gave the preacher a rather genuine smile as she approached him. "I'm afraid I'm not here to join." she confessed. "I already have God in my heart. I was raised Roman Catholic." she said, keeping the same easy smile on her lips. It was one that she learned a long time ago, and she was thankful that she never forgot. It helped her pretend that everything was okay when it wasn't. And in some cases, it made her seem as though she was genuine when she wasn't. Like, right at this exact moment. She cleared her throat and looked around. "It really is beautiful here, though. Quiet. Not like in Rustboro." she said, biting down on her lip. She offered her hand to the man. "My name is Kyle. Kyle Brennan." She smiled once more before dropping her hand to her side. Her fingers closed around the straps of her book bag as she studied the man. He had to be about mid fifties. And he seemed like he wasn't the type to smile easily. Getting him to be lenient or forthcoming with information with her charm probably wasn't going to work. Much to her dismay. Switching her weight from one foot to the other she gave him an inquisitive look, as though she was just about to ask something. It wouldn't matter if she waited. At least, that's the way that she saw it. She was going to get the same reaction one way or another. "I work as a Medic in Rustboro... A free Clinic called 'New Age Clinic,' I'm the surgeon and doctor there." she said, once more stealing a look around. "I uhm... I'm doing research... Trying to find a cure for the affliction. And my research led me to the red forest. It said that there was this... red flower that was supposed to mitigate the effects of the toxin. Have you seen such a flower?" WORD COUNT:: 322