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One post per month is just too slow for me. I think this could be saved if we switch to letting anyone write mod posts so we are not all waiting on Mokley all the time and then try to gather or characters into groups of 2-4 and focus more on Pc-Pc interactions. However, I am not sure I want to continue at this point. I'll stick around for now to give you all a chance to prove me wrong, but if things don't improve soon I'm out.
It's okay. My last post was super short because I was almost ready to accept this rp was dead and had lost most of my motivation. Plus, it was an action scene. Can't write a whole lot without making too many assumptions about what happens unless I bore everyone to tears with long-winded internal monologues.
It was still going, just very slowly. If you still want to continue you can jump right back in with no problem.
"So you can talk." Joao struggled back onto his feet, wincing in pain. He put on his best act, hoping his words and manners showed no sign of his fear. He positioned himself directly in front of the phone booth. "You are not the one giving orders around here. Explain what in the hell is going on right now. What happened to this town? Why do you have horns? Why are there tigers, who the hell was that creepy kid on the phone! I won't go easy on you this time if you don't cooperate." He slinked his right hand around the back of his waist, as if he had a gun waiting to be drawn any second. If only that were true.
There, posted! Now if I don't post it is simply because I'm waiting for Mokley and cannot be held responsible for killing the thread. :)
The hairs on the back of his neck crept straight up as the child's voice called out his name. The mood inside had grown so cold he could almost see his wispy, hushed breath escaping. His knuckles gripped the phone so hard they were as white as the ghost who addressed him. He could only force out a mumbled response, "Who... what... how do...".

Tap.

The sudden noise caused João to leap out of his skin. His body crashed into the side of the rickety phone booth, breaking some more glass and causing it to rock back and forth for a few moments. He dropped the phone and grabbed his now bruised shoulder as he stared wide-eyed at the strange creature waiting outside. All Mister Reis could see when looking at it was the Grim Reaper tapping its watch, indicating his appointed time had come.

He was trapped. The phone booth still had enough glass remaining to make escape through any other means than the door inadvisable. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The only option was to fight back.

He slowly extended his hand around the door handle, paused for a moment of last second hesitation, and then shot the door open with all his might and charged at the strange creature, intending to tackle it (her?) to the ground.

"Cultist! You will not take me alive!"
It appears that this rp has finally been infected with RP rot. It was going so well for awhile too. ;-;

But there are still people here. It is not dead (yet)! So I will post sometime today. Part of the reason I have delayed posting is because waiting on other people, but also because Mokley's post kinda overwhelmed me. I'd like to address the creepy person on the phone, but then there is also the creepy person outside the phone booth. How do I handle both at once?! D:
The Story Before Mokley's mod post:



The Story After Mokley's mod post:

The little phone booth was in much worse condition than when he had seen it last. It's red paint had mostly peeled off, and that which remained was faded into pink. The glass was shattered in several places, and stained brownish green from a variety of gunk growing on its surface. Blades of tall flowering grass grew out of the booth's dirt floor.

But the strangest thing was that this was a rotary phone. Mister Reis knew this town was hopelessly behind the times, but even he was unprepared for such a discovery. Was it possible this strange curse was also responsible for this backwardness? There were no longer answers to even the simplest questions. He entered the booth, and shut the door behind him.

After spending a couple minutes trying to recall how to use such a phone, he then had to spend another minute fumbling around his pockets for some change. Luckily the cash register at the convenience store was run by an inept old woman who didn't take plastic, so he actually had some. It was only two nickels, but the rates at this phone were surprisingly cheap. He pushed the coins into the slot, and pushed the crank. His fingers rotated the rusted panel until a faded number 5 was visible, and then let go. The panel flung back to its home position. Yes, this was how these old things worked. Soon he'd entered in the last digit, and picked up the headpiece and pressed it against his face. The thing must have weighed at least twice as much as his cellphone, but that was the one good thing about old technology. They seemed to last longer without breaking.

He couldn't hear a dial tone or a ring, but kept the headpiece pressed against his ears hoping it would work. If it did, his phone would soon be blasting the most amazing ringtone ever at maximum volume while also vibrating. Hopefully that would be enough to get the girl's attention.
Since nobody has posted, I guess I'll put mine up.
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