At least we all retained a bit of humanity after all that happened. I preferred being human, and thankfully I was still like my previous self.
"Er... no thanks. I prefer hospital food over spicy food." I really wanted to eat, but... if I couldn't tolerate spices, then God knows what would happen if I were to eat something spicy. Would I die? Would I be set on fire? "You know, I'm like... intolerant to that stuff." What really baffled me was their cooking - how did they even manage to make lunch during such a serious event? They got all this Mexican food out, while the city was probably burning and being looted as usual. I looked outside a window before settling back into reality, dragging a seat and sitting with everyone else. I was the most uncomfortable out of everyone else around here, ironically for a slime who could morph his waist to the seat. I simply sat their, with no (observable) attempt to start cleaning the table.
Dear lord, if you can help me get through this lunch without making a mess- wait, we've already just diverged from the roleplay. AND BY HOW MUCH?! Ah, crap. I forgot this portion of the roleplay. At this point, we kinda returned... or, we may have entered some bar...
"Hey, anyone familiar with The Beach House?" Er. That was supposed to be introduced after the second plate. Oh well, here goes...
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"What are you lookin' at?" The nurse looked away from me, obviously rather disturbed. I felt really down lately, and this wasn't who I was. But, it wasn't like I could expect anyone else to give a damn in this world. When everyone left, I came out last, the odd jingle of orbiting Pokes settling down... I just felt like running away, throwing everything out the windows or even just cause an explosion. But, I really didn't anything to be mad at. Sure enough, Davis would be a good enough candidate for exploiting me. Years of companionship thrown away as if I was better off dead and lonely. Apparently a 'clone' meant I had no pain, emotions... all that other shit.
The only hope I had was Spruce's team. I had nowhere to go. First the community tries to kill me, then Davis abandons me... and I already have a world-dominating villain to fight. Within three days. That, and I was horribly scarred and injured. Despite this, a good break could settle the mood for the next week or so. "Come on, let's go then. I hope shopping cheers everyone up." I had a fair bit of experience with shopping, buying a few potted plants and some berries for myself. The plants kinda just sat there while the berries were mashed in my eye, but otherwise I was alright when it came to buying things. "Well, even me."
If only. As soon as we all went outside, everyone had already lost it's tone and harmony. Everything just seemed... boring and dull. Even bright colours and contrasting objects didn't help. I just stared at it all, catching up with my friends as they went shopping for the day. Kamina had followed us after shouting for our locations, while I was floating by a tree. Then, love was in the air as Celes decided to finally make her move to Spruce, while Kamina was breaking into tears and several Pokemon glanced at the pair. I, though also happy, couldn't really express myself. I simply stared as I reminisced about my own life, figuring if I really had a meaning I wouldn't have been created. "Congratulations." That was all I said. I couldn't add more. Everything was lost in my memories. Even Celes' act of love couldn't break my sorrow.
The only hope I had was Spruce's team. I had nowhere to go. First the community tries to kill me, then Davis abandons me... and I already have a world-dominating villain to fight. Within three days. That, and I was horribly scarred and injured. Despite this, a good break could settle the mood for the next week or so. "Come on, let's go then. I hope shopping cheers everyone up." I had a fair bit of experience with shopping, buying a few potted plants and some berries for myself. The plants kinda just sat there while the berries were mashed in my eye, but otherwise I was alright when it came to buying things. "Well, even me."
If only. As soon as we all went outside, everyone had already lost it's tone and harmony. Everything just seemed... boring and dull. Even bright colours and contrasting objects didn't help. I just stared at it all, catching up with my friends as they went shopping for the day. Kamina had followed us after shouting for our locations, while I was floating by a tree. Then, love was in the air as Celes decided to finally make her move to Spruce, while Kamina was breaking into tears and several Pokemon glanced at the pair. I, though also happy, couldn't really express myself. I simply stared as I reminisced about my own life, figuring if I really had a meaning I wouldn't have been created. "Congratulations." That was all I said. I couldn't add more. Everything was lost in my memories. Even Celes' act of love couldn't break my sorrow.
Dat foreshadow.
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Savato said
Since this is all plot, guess I'll go with it. I'm always meddling around with your secret plot, must be very annoying.
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Miles has already entered the house. At least, assuming the door was left open after Elena entered.
Well, for one, Bolton Industries pretty much influences the courts... for two, the owner himself is heading back from China after a business trip... for three, the company eliminates competition.
I can't really go on without revealing the plot, but you should get my point.
I can't really go on without revealing the plot, but you should get my point.
Damn spicy food. That'll be the end of me.
Regardless, I felt a... compulsion. Thanks to that smell, I ended up behind Elena's back. Well, after having to strangle someone before eating them, since they didn't hesitate trying to attack me. He thought I'd be some walking disease or something. "Well. My break's over. No idea where my parents are, and really all I could do was talk to a friend." I stretched a little, which wasn't necessary since I wasn't... well, I didn't have muscles or anything. " I entered Robert's place shortly after Elena entered, realising I needed a weapon... back. I couldn't strangle someone to death again, or at least expect success from it. I walked around on the carpet, making the same noises and making a small mess with my footsteps. "Robert, you done with my sword? I kinda need it... 'cause, some idiot proclaiming 'hope' tried stabbing me." Speaking of which, the knife he tried to snap me with broke on the asphalt. Yeah, I needed a weapon.
Regardless, I felt a... compulsion. Thanks to that smell, I ended up behind Elena's back. Well, after having to strangle someone before eating them, since they didn't hesitate trying to attack me. He thought I'd be some walking disease or something. "Well. My break's over. No idea where my parents are, and really all I could do was talk to a friend." I stretched a little, which wasn't necessary since I wasn't... well, I didn't have muscles or anything. " I entered Robert's place shortly after Elena entered, realising I needed a weapon... back. I couldn't strangle someone to death again, or at least expect success from it. I walked around on the carpet, making the same noises and making a small mess with my footsteps. "Robert, you done with my sword? I kinda need it... 'cause, some idiot proclaiming 'hope' tried stabbing me." Speaking of which, the knife he tried to snap me with broke on the asphalt. Yeah, I needed a weapon.
You're a GM, how is that even possible?
"Marcus, are we there yet?"
...
"MARCUS!"
With those words, the Zeus-like figure known as Marcus took a little stretch in his seat, annoying Yvoone as she wanted some personal space. Victor seemed rather active and seemed like he was moving, even while sitting. Gar-Teal had just stopped the car, settling in an abandoned neighbourhood where the lawn was practically the Earth's beard, mixed in with rubbish from the 80s and cracked asphalt. The place was quiet, aside from birds and a few stray animals. Buildings were rotting and going to collapse on their own any second. Cans and barrels were rusted all the way through so that irregular holes were the norm, with the wind creating odd chimes of broken notes. A few bullets laid where an unknown murder took place two years ago, leaving a smell of gunpowder in the year after all this time. The air was cold and if not rather calm. No one lived here. Well, all but one person... a series of flashes could be seen inside a house, going out cracked windows.
"What do you know? I'm horrible with this 'geographical poles' and that other navigational shit." Marcus knew that they spent a while driving. And probably longer backtracking on their address. Where the GPS was was now a darker shade of plastic and some ripped wires. Marcus looked back and forth from Gar-Teal and the obviously-missing GPS. "Yeah, I gotta let it out somehow." Yvonne, not impressed on having electronics on her lap, tossed it at Victor. Well, tried to - she ended up hitting Marcus' arm. Victor was busy chugging a bottle of coke to care.
"Oh for the love of..." And then Victor just snatched it away from Marcus, setting the thing on fire with his little hands before throwing it out the window.
"...and Victor, don't do that. If any human see what we're doing-"
"To Hell with that! We gotta a computer to steal! Let's go already!"
Okay... I bring along Giratina, Yveltal, Victini, and myself... am I being a masochist? Is everyone else a masochist? Marcus's thoughts were disturbed by Yvonne slapping Victor in the face across Marcus' lap. Things reached a boiling point, once Victor spilled his coke all over Marcus' lap. His eye twitched as suddenly everything echoed.
"ENOUGH! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU ALL, FIGHTING AND BICKERING LIKE A BUNCH OF CHILDREN." Immediately, the flashing stopped, and almost everything else went silent. Inside, several pans could be heard hitting the ground. "Oh, fuck. As soon as I relieve myself, this happens." Marcus muttered, looking out the window with everyone else. He turned his head at everyone for a second, gesturing to get out and get the computer before things got messy. ("Go, go, go!") Dramatic music flared in his head, from eons of listening to orchestras conducted by the Grand Melissa. Of course, being young, she preferred the 'music' created by Gerald, to which he despised... he couldn't consider dubstep and other electronic music as actual music. Yvonne kicked her door open while Victor jumped out the window and rolled onto his feet, running towards the house with Yvonne following. Gar-Teal swore as he restarted the car and began driving, crushing several empty cartridges and stopping abruptly by the house's stairs. Marcus sat still as the open door flung wildly, jerking and nearly breaking off as the car stopped. The house itself looked unremarkable, with a white paint job cracking in many places and bugs crawling around the walls. Windows were smashed in and out, while a broken chair was laid outside on the deck. More noises could be heard inside... the sound of beans cooking for one. Marcus anticipated the figure they were looking for would attempt to jump out the window.
Attempted. Outside, Marcus and Gar-Teal could see the figure was retreating back downstairs, once Marcus deduced how wimpy he was. Entering the old and rundown house, Marcus forced a drawer and a bunch of pans on the floor out of his way, waving the pans into a closet. Gar-Teal made the unfortunate mistake of being behind Marcus, getting caught up in a stack of pots once they all broke through the rotting door and landed on him. Inside the house, rubbish was everywhere, with an old computer sitting on a desk and a pot of beans boiling. Sounds of aggression started upstairs, with swears and a few punches making the noise. The carpet was starting to grow some mold of black and white, which should've killed the person they were looking for. Empty spray cans from youths were brushed aside into a corner, still letting out a smell of paint. A ripped couch laid still, with sunlight shining on the springs exposed. Upstairs, the commotion stopped as Victor and Yvonne came downstairs, with a shotgun behind their backs. Gar-Teal seemed poised to move, but he was quite from the figure, being beside the stairs. Yvonne's expression was more like a poker face, while Victor kept making the figure jump. Some beeps came from the 'living room' behind Marcus.
"Ah. Ronald." Marcus said, keeping his face still. Victor seemed to dash at Ronald at any second.
"That's Ron Fielding to you, whoever you are." Ron wore a long-sleeved shirt that was wrapped up, with long pants and an old shotgun in his hand. Evidently, it was fired before. His hair was ruffled, and one of his blue eyes was slanted. He seemed to have a limp from a near-constant stream of attempts on his life. He had numerous scars and looked as if he was going to die within a year or so.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's Ronald." Marcus continued, while Gar-Teal shifted amongst the pots. As the paranoid former professor turned his shotgun to Gar-Teal, Victor dashed up and tackled Ronald, kicking his gun away before holding him behind his back. It was odd to see a 14 year-old holding an adult behind his back. Victor slowly brought Ronald downstairs, with everyone staring at him as Yvonne moved out of the way...
Soon enough, my 'interview' was over. I was deeply nervous, not sure what to expect. I had spent many months looking up ways of succeeding in interviews, but I would always forget them the next day. I stared at my computer for a bit, wondering if abstinence from video games was a good idea... I mean, I left my friends to prepare myself for a job. I said it would be a week before playing with them again, but of course I was already regretting that.
I was bored. What did I normally do around the house?
I opened the door to the hallway. To my right was my parent's room. To my left was the study room. Unsurprisingly, I went straight ahead and went down some stairs, brushing past some white walls since I was a bit tired. Then, I went down some more stairs, ending up in the living room. There wasn't too much furniture around, but it still felt a bit cluttered. My dad left earlier in the morning to attend to some patient with a hernia. My mother went out shopping in the morning, since we were out of eggs. I didn't expect breakfast until lunch...
"Well. Time to..." I sighed through my nose, sitting down on the family couch. It was lonely being the only child in the family, lonelier to have no family at home... I checked the TV for anything interesting, immediately switching it off upon seeing an Amber Alert. At least they had siblings and loved ones. I just had a lot of emotional pain as a kid. Brushing that off, I decided to go outside, check what was up in my neighbourhood. Most of the houses here were two-stories tall, since... well, if you were poor, you'd be living in the South. We're not going to be talking about the South.
Within five minutes, I was back on the computer, scrolling through the Internet for news and bus routes.
...
"MARCUS!"
With those words, the Zeus-like figure known as Marcus took a little stretch in his seat, annoying Yvoone as she wanted some personal space. Victor seemed rather active and seemed like he was moving, even while sitting. Gar-Teal had just stopped the car, settling in an abandoned neighbourhood where the lawn was practically the Earth's beard, mixed in with rubbish from the 80s and cracked asphalt. The place was quiet, aside from birds and a few stray animals. Buildings were rotting and going to collapse on their own any second. Cans and barrels were rusted all the way through so that irregular holes were the norm, with the wind creating odd chimes of broken notes. A few bullets laid where an unknown murder took place two years ago, leaving a smell of gunpowder in the year after all this time. The air was cold and if not rather calm. No one lived here. Well, all but one person... a series of flashes could be seen inside a house, going out cracked windows.
"What do you know? I'm horrible with this 'geographical poles' and that other navigational shit." Marcus knew that they spent a while driving. And probably longer backtracking on their address. Where the GPS was was now a darker shade of plastic and some ripped wires. Marcus looked back and forth from Gar-Teal and the obviously-missing GPS. "Yeah, I gotta let it out somehow." Yvonne, not impressed on having electronics on her lap, tossed it at Victor. Well, tried to - she ended up hitting Marcus' arm. Victor was busy chugging a bottle of coke to care.
"Oh for the love of..." And then Victor just snatched it away from Marcus, setting the thing on fire with his little hands before throwing it out the window.
"...and Victor, don't do that. If any human see what we're doing-"
"To Hell with that! We gotta a computer to steal! Let's go already!"
Okay... I bring along Giratina, Yveltal, Victini, and myself... am I being a masochist? Is everyone else a masochist? Marcus's thoughts were disturbed by Yvonne slapping Victor in the face across Marcus' lap. Things reached a boiling point, once Victor spilled his coke all over Marcus' lap. His eye twitched as suddenly everything echoed.
"ENOUGH! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU ALL, FIGHTING AND BICKERING LIKE A BUNCH OF CHILDREN." Immediately, the flashing stopped, and almost everything else went silent. Inside, several pans could be heard hitting the ground. "Oh, fuck. As soon as I relieve myself, this happens." Marcus muttered, looking out the window with everyone else. He turned his head at everyone for a second, gesturing to get out and get the computer before things got messy. ("Go, go, go!") Dramatic music flared in his head, from eons of listening to orchestras conducted by the Grand Melissa. Of course, being young, she preferred the 'music' created by Gerald, to which he despised... he couldn't consider dubstep and other electronic music as actual music. Yvonne kicked her door open while Victor jumped out the window and rolled onto his feet, running towards the house with Yvonne following. Gar-Teal swore as he restarted the car and began driving, crushing several empty cartridges and stopping abruptly by the house's stairs. Marcus sat still as the open door flung wildly, jerking and nearly breaking off as the car stopped. The house itself looked unremarkable, with a white paint job cracking in many places and bugs crawling around the walls. Windows were smashed in and out, while a broken chair was laid outside on the deck. More noises could be heard inside... the sound of beans cooking for one. Marcus anticipated the figure they were looking for would attempt to jump out the window.
Attempted. Outside, Marcus and Gar-Teal could see the figure was retreating back downstairs, once Marcus deduced how wimpy he was. Entering the old and rundown house, Marcus forced a drawer and a bunch of pans on the floor out of his way, waving the pans into a closet. Gar-Teal made the unfortunate mistake of being behind Marcus, getting caught up in a stack of pots once they all broke through the rotting door and landed on him. Inside the house, rubbish was everywhere, with an old computer sitting on a desk and a pot of beans boiling. Sounds of aggression started upstairs, with swears and a few punches making the noise. The carpet was starting to grow some mold of black and white, which should've killed the person they were looking for. Empty spray cans from youths were brushed aside into a corner, still letting out a smell of paint. A ripped couch laid still, with sunlight shining on the springs exposed. Upstairs, the commotion stopped as Victor and Yvonne came downstairs, with a shotgun behind their backs. Gar-Teal seemed poised to move, but he was quite from the figure, being beside the stairs. Yvonne's expression was more like a poker face, while Victor kept making the figure jump. Some beeps came from the 'living room' behind Marcus.
"Ah. Ronald." Marcus said, keeping his face still. Victor seemed to dash at Ronald at any second.
"That's Ron Fielding to you, whoever you are." Ron wore a long-sleeved shirt that was wrapped up, with long pants and an old shotgun in his hand. Evidently, it was fired before. His hair was ruffled, and one of his blue eyes was slanted. He seemed to have a limp from a near-constant stream of attempts on his life. He had numerous scars and looked as if he was going to die within a year or so.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's Ronald." Marcus continued, while Gar-Teal shifted amongst the pots. As the paranoid former professor turned his shotgun to Gar-Teal, Victor dashed up and tackled Ronald, kicking his gun away before holding him behind his back. It was odd to see a 14 year-old holding an adult behind his back. Victor slowly brought Ronald downstairs, with everyone staring at him as Yvonne moved out of the way...
Soon enough, my 'interview' was over. I was deeply nervous, not sure what to expect. I had spent many months looking up ways of succeeding in interviews, but I would always forget them the next day. I stared at my computer for a bit, wondering if abstinence from video games was a good idea... I mean, I left my friends to prepare myself for a job. I said it would be a week before playing with them again, but of course I was already regretting that.
I was bored. What did I normally do around the house?
I opened the door to the hallway. To my right was my parent's room. To my left was the study room. Unsurprisingly, I went straight ahead and went down some stairs, brushing past some white walls since I was a bit tired. Then, I went down some more stairs, ending up in the living room. There wasn't too much furniture around, but it still felt a bit cluttered. My dad left earlier in the morning to attend to some patient with a hernia. My mother went out shopping in the morning, since we were out of eggs. I didn't expect breakfast until lunch...
"Well. Time to..." I sighed through my nose, sitting down on the family couch. It was lonely being the only child in the family, lonelier to have no family at home... I checked the TV for anything interesting, immediately switching it off upon seeing an Amber Alert. At least they had siblings and loved ones. I just had a lot of emotional pain as a kid. Brushing that off, I decided to go outside, check what was up in my neighbourhood. Most of the houses here were two-stories tall, since... well, if you were poor, you'd be living in the South. We're not going to be talking about the South.
Within five minutes, I was back on the computer, scrolling through the Internet for news and bus routes.
Savato said
Name: Jade Fintch...
Accepted, although the ability should be better explained in your Differences section - instead of saying how she uses it, just say she has it. Also, it's an image of Mega Banette, which means the appearance will differ more or less in the RP-
HOLY SHIT, I LEFT OUT MEGA STONES IN THE NOTES.
Savato, just a head's up, if you wanted guns, you'd probably get them from Bolton Industries... I can't go on any further unless I wanted to break a RP's plot.
There's nothing wrong. That first post was more of a congratulations if anything.
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