Gender: Male
Location: Dreaming...Or am I living...

OK here it is, the first part of my matrix story. This is going to be a semi-comprehensive history of my kick-ass roleplaying character Burn.
And to all other RPers who are writing or planning on writing their own stories: Hah, I posted mine first so now your's has to fit into mine or else it won't make sence! hehehehe

Any way, without further ado,

The Spark Before The Flame
Chapter/section 1

He was in a dark room, but it was pink. It felt Like he was submerged in Jell-O. Floating. Suddenly, a strange buzzing and he felt like static electricity was passing over his entire body. He began to raise his hand and.
*Beeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeep!* The ringing of the alarm abruptly ended Sean Johnson's sleep. "Dammit, Just a bit further." Sean sat on the edge of his bed, if you could even call the saggy cot where he slept a bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time. "Oh shit, I’m late”. He gonna kill me!" With that Sean jerked out of bed. With a quick stop at the bathroom, Sean glanced in the mirror. Looking back at him was a sharp face, accented with an overnight beard. His dark brown, almost black eyes seems sunken in, showing the lack of sleep he was familiar with. A quick comb and toothbrush later Sean was rushing out of his dingy apartment.

“Your late. Again. I can’t put up with this. I’m sorry, you’re fired.” Sean’s boss lectured as he got to work at 10:52. Almost 2 hours late.
“But Mr. Sampson. I need this job, It won’t happen again, I swear”
“Sorry but no. It’s the end. You’re a great worker but I can’t have this.” With that he handed Sean his last pay check and escorted him out the door.

*BLAM, BLAM* “Fire me will you!” Sean yelled. He was at his second home, the firing range just a few blocks from his home. *BLAM, BLAM, BLAM* *click*
Breathing heavily he pressed the button to real the target back to him for inspection. A small cluster of holes around the chest region and the head area were present on the paper target.
“That’s some Nice shootin’ there boy” A strange Texan accent wafted from the stall next to him. Sean leaned over to see a tall sturdy Texan with a large ten-gallon hat other than that he was dressed all in black with a large trench coat on. But his appearance didn’t shake Sean, there were many types at the range. But what was peculiar was how this man said it, It was almost if he had seen the shots before himself, before he even had a good look at the paper. Something was mysterious about this man. Something he couldn’t quite place. Suddenly the man’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
“So I hear you outta a job, boy.”
“You do you know that?” Sean spun and questioned the man.
“ I know a lot of things. I know that when your not here, which you are a lot, at least 3 times a week, or at your entry level programming job, you home. On your computer. Hacking. I know a lot about you Sean, or should I call you…Burn. I also know about your dreams.”
“How the hell do you know that? How do you know all that stuff? This is messed up? What are you?” Sean spun and pointed his Glock at the strange man.
“Your outta bullets son, and even if you weren’t it wouldn’t do any good. Pha, a coppertop shooting me, that’s a laugh.”
Sean was intrigued “What did you call me?”
“Nothing, never mind.” With that the man’s phone rang. “Yea, OK…..Yea yea yea. I know be right back.” He then turned back to Sean “ Burn listen, I might have a job for you, it requires a lot of commitment, but it might just answer some of those dream. Ya know what? Here take this.” He handed Sean the phone he just hung up. “Think about what I told you. I’ll call you tomorrow.” With that, he turned, tipped his hat, and walked out the door.

Later in his apartment Sean’s head swarmed. “How did he know all that stuff? How did he know so damn mush about me?” It felt like he had drank too much, too fast. His head swarmed. He needed sleep. He needed a strong drink. The drink wasn’t gonna happen so he fell onto his bed and was promptly asleep.

Sean awoke with a start. He was in a white room. Completely white. Nothing anywhere. He looked down, he was wearing a black trench coat like that mysterious man. But that was impossible he didn’t own a black coat. All of a sudden he was jerked backwards. He was back in that Jell-o thingy. He raised his hand and tried to sit up.

Bam, Sean woke in a cold sweat. “Damn that same dream again” He sat up in bed. “Wait! That man said he could help me! That’s it! But I gotta wait for his call.”
With that he got up. We walked over to his makeshift kitchen and threw a “Cup Of Noodles” into the microwave.
After they were finished cooking, Sean sat in front of his computer slurping on his noodles. He Brought up the browser and began his daily search of the internet for something related to those damn dreams of his. He was halfway through his noodles when his screen when black.
“What the heck?” He ran through all the computer crash checks he knew. But to no avail. All of a sudden green writing came scrawled across his screen. It read, “You were given a phone, do you still have it?”
Hesitantly Sean typed back “yes”
“Good, have you thought about what he told you?” the reply came scrawled back.
“Yes”
“Good, now pick up your phone”
Sean wondered aloud “What?”
With that the cell phone the strange man gave him rang from where he had left in on his desk. Even more hesitantly Sean picked up the phone and answered it,”Yes?”
The familiar Texan drawl answered him back,”Have you come to a decision?”
Sean paused.” You can explain my dreams?”
“Ah yes, you had another one tonight didn’t you? Yes, yes if you come with me, those dreams will be answered.”
That was all Sean needed to hear. “Yes I will come, what do I need to do?”
“Meet me outside the shooting range.”
“When”
“Now”
With that, the strange man hung up, and left Sean listening to a dial tone. Heaving a huge sigh, Sean got up, grabbed his jacket and walked out the door.

Arriving at the shooting range, Sean saw the strange man with the large hat standing next to a Black Suburban with the windows tinted. As Sean Approached him he said “Burn, Nice to see that you came, get in.”
Figuring he had nothing to lose Sean climbed into the backseat of the car. The man climbed into the passenger seat and the man behind the wheel drove off.
A short trip later they arrive at what seemed to be the most run-down apartment that Sean had ever seen.
“Get out son, we got a lot to do.” The man’s voice came from outside of the car. Sean opened the door and climbed out, then followed the man inside the apartment building and into the elevator.
Inside the elevator Burn stood in the middle with the man in the hat on his right and the other on his left. As they traveled up the elevator, Sean snuck a look at the man to his left, He was tough and grizzled but his eyes showed great pain in the past.

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Gender: Male
Location: Dreaming...Or am I living...

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Gender: Male
Location: Trapped

WHOA! this is a cool Matrix story. keep going

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Just pretend the camera is a wand!

Gender: Male
Location: Dreaming...Or am I living...

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