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[B]Revised Edition, first was taken down, and it's true, I was in a bit of a rush ^__~ ah but no hating on Zeke. Alright, back to biz.[/B]

[COLOR=Red][I]Basin City...Sin City. Sin City was a horrible place. But alot of people call this horrible place home. Scumbag cops coming through...some honest maybe....but the others, no. They're mostly scum, and are dying to put away anybody. Even if you're innocent...you may very well be on death-roll. The truce with The Girls of Old Town is one of those things you know a few cops are dying to get rid of. But...most of these cops would put a girl in jail, if they don't have their way with them. This ends with a death of some sort, and somebody gets to take a trip to jail. Happy ending in some cases. Never seen so much blood in my life...it all started in Sin City. And after I got out of jail, I was itching to go back, get a drink at Kadie's...and settle in my apartment thinking of...how...unreal this place is. No...nothing is unreal in Basin. Nothing. I lay in bed...can't get to sleep. I hear sirens. I don't dare look out the window beside my bed. I turn over and try to block out the sound...Block out all the sound. I finally fall to sleep.

I wake up sweating like a female dog in heat. Might be morning already...doesn't matter. I get up and make a cup of coffee. The liquid runs through me and quenches my thirst, as the feeling of a twisting head shadows over me. I feel very...closed in...in this small apartment. I turn the TV on in hopes that my head will stop spinning. Few shows are on...nothing I care for. The time on the clock says it's four thirty-two in the morning. That brings a few memories to mind. Four thirty-two, wednesday morning. Sacred Oaks. Sure, I stole property from there...I think. I can't remember what exactly happened. I barely remember anybody in this town. Jailtime was horrible for me, but after a while, I got used the stench of the place...the grits that taste like dirt.

I look around, and get a little scared...Scared I'm going crazy...or blind. My left eye only sees blurry objects...my right eye works fine. Maybe I'm going blind in one eye...maybe I'm just paranoid... I don't know. It sounds like laughter in the distance but I just ignore it. One of the neighbours may be laughing up a storm like a crazy person. But then it hits me that I'm the one that's going insane. The laughter sounds like it's right beside me now. I turn my head, and nothing's there. I havn't thought like this since I've been out of the pen. What's my name? I know I told it to the man up front, when I checked back in to the building. He kept my place waiting for me. Nice guy. If I go ask him what my name is, he'll think I'm crazy. I'll just think for a few seconds.

I get off of the red catscratch couch I've been sitting on. I sit the cofee mug I'm drinking from onto the kitchen counter, and walk ten feet over to my bed. There's a gun.There's a 9 mm. pistol on my bed, with something engraved in the side. The golden letters hit the black sides like a perfect harmony. The word on the side is John. This is all too strange, but I'm okay with it. I hear laughter again, and once again, I just ignore it. I see if the gun is loaded, and it is. I take the gun with me, to the bathroom. I hear the laughter leading me to the green walls and dirty white tile. I look into the mirror, which is fogged up. Ivory is written in the blurr. I see myself in the letters. I never knew my hair was so dark. A scar comes down over my left eye. I have a clean cut beard, no mustache. My eyes seem to be...two different colours. Heterochromia. One eye's dark...like black, and my left eye is an icy blue.
So, John and Ivory...Is that my name? Why...am I playing some game...with myself? I go along with it, not questioning it too much. The gun is still in my hand. I walk out of the bathroom, back into the main apartment. My closet door is open. All my clothes are black. I look down at what I fell asleep in. Just a pair of pants, no shoes, no shirt. I have a tatoo across my abdomen. Black. It says black in caligraphy letters.

John Ivory Black. Been in jail for ten years. Doesn't remember much. Lives in Basin City, Kitsap County. Has Heterochromia. That's all I needed to know about myself. The laughter is gone, but I know it's not far-gone. I lay down with the pistol still in my hand. Sleep shadows near, and once again, I fall to sleep...Haunting laughters in my dreams.[/I][/COLOR]

[B]Ah, Sin City. Yes, I've decided to make a Sin City RPG, because I think...that this might be very interesting. I love the Sin City franchise by Frank Miller, and the film directed by Robert Rodriguez. I hope more than just a few people join, so that this RPG won't suck too bad. But anyway, let me skip the talk.

Sign Ups should look something like this.

Character Name:


What exactly does your character look like?:

Don't do too much...but Character Bio please.:

(Optional) Why exactly are you signing up for this?:

Blah blah blah. Etc. Etc.

Just a few dots on the side that I think you should pay attention to that are totally not rules....just kind of rules. These are alot of rules. I'm contradicting myself.:

*This RPG is completely original and you can't take a character from the original Sin City as your own, please try and be creative.

*You can reference back to the original, though.

*EVERYBODY is the lead character

* Nobody has to have an inner connection, only if you choose to have inner connections with other Characters. As long as you are in Sin City, you're a part of the story regardless of if you know me or anybody else.

*Be anybody.

* I will allow people to join after sign ups, if they will reason with me, but not everybody has the luxury, because alas, I am a shmuck.

*Please be...well, write so that I can understand what the heck you're saying.

* Have fun.

*Ask questions and etc. if you'd like to.

*By the way, if you for some reason want to join, but need more info on Sin City, I suggest Wikipedia. [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sin_city[/url][/B]
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