Optimist

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Randal straightened up front under the hood and scratched his head for a moment.

"I wouldn't worry to much. What ever it is the police can handle it. There's not to much that goes on out here at night. Probably some good old boy is driving drunk." He did not want to worry her. "As to the oil... yes would be bad." He tried to keep any trace of derision out of his voice. His mama did not raise him to belittle women under any circumstances. His father had never been the most loving or talkative of men, and he owed his good nature to his mother's love and raising. Besides, he had plenty of things he didn't know much about that she probably would know, like flagging down a cab, or riding a subway, though he could not imagine what it would be like to ride in a box, fifty feet down.

"We can try changing the oil, and if that doesn't get you on your way, there's a mechanic's shop open in the morning. I could run and get you some oil, you could ride along with me, or we could tow your car, if that's what you want." He pointed to the rear bed of his truck. "Got a hitch and a chain. I don't much like leaving you out here on your own anyways, unless that's what you want." It wouldn't be as smooth pulling her car as calling the tow truck in the morning, and might scratch up the bottom of her bumper a bit, but it could be done.

He waited for her to make her decision, as the police siren got closer and closer. His mama always said to say a quick prayer, when he heard a siren, because you never knew who it was sounding for. He figured that was about right. Though he wasn't much of a praying man, he said a quick prayer anyway, to make his mama happy. A white and black sedan with a red headed driver and a flashing siren moved toward them out of the darkness, and then bulleted past, heading in the direction he had seen the especially bright meteor earlier. He waved at the fleeting car, wondering again where the deputy was headed. They only hand one sheriff and two deputies, and Deputy Reynolds almost always worked the graveyard shift.

Soap Opera

I would be fine for making up a setting. I figured if it is a small town setting, i would have to do some work to introduce the town anyway. I am open to suggestions though. What had you in mind?

Once Upon a Time...

Now there are giant boobs involved? And to think I was satisfied with cookies.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Randal rubbed his hand self consciously on his jeans, before taking the offered hand, thinking that she was probably pretty, though it was hard to tell completely with the night being so dark. She definitely wasn't a local, what with her accent and car. He almost kicked himself for not getting his flashlight out of the truck, or turning the truck to face her car. Letting go of her hand, he turned.

"Be right back. He opened the passenger side of his truck open, and pulled a heavy, rectangular flashlight out of the passenger glove compartment. Turning it on, he returned to the stranger, Natasha's, car. Could you hold this up for me ma'am." He held the flashlight out to her

He was not a car mechanic, much to his regret at this moment, but he managed to keep his old truck running without to much help. He started to check the engine over, by the light of the flashlight, pushing his hair back out of his eyes at times. It certainly seemed to be running hot. After a few minutes of poking around he called out to the stranger, without looking up from the engine.

"When did you last get the oil changed?" He pulled the metal rod up and noted the lack of black residue on it. He didn't have oil in his truck, but he did have a hauling hitch, and there was a garage in town, connected with the only gas station. He knew that Rosco would still be on duty, but Henry, the mechanic, was most likely home sleeping. If they got some oil, he could change the oil easily enough, if that was the main trouble, assuming that the lady simply couldn't do the job herself.

To his mind, it would be simplest to drive the lady into town to pick up some oil, and then drive her back out, but he was open to her wishes. He knew it probably hard for a big city girl to trust strangers much, even if everyone in town nice folk.

At that moment, a police siren sounded in the distance, breaking virtual silence of the country night. Randal could not tell which direction it was coming from and wondered what was up. People wouldn't appreciate being woken up this time of night, but Deputy Reynolds was a stickler for regulations. She turned on her siren at the slightest provocation. He just hoped it wasn't another meth lab or something of the sort. The state police had busted two in nearby towns, in the past two months.

Soap Opera

Would anyone be interested in an All My Children style role-playing game, with kidnapping, villains, heroes, earth quakes, back biting, bitches, cat fights, romance and all the rest that goes with that genre? It would be a bit over the top, to keep to the genre, with ever changing relationships and circumstances?

I am open to a setting. It could be a big hospital, or a small town, or Cape Cod, not that I know much about Cap Cod. We could discuss the setting. I personally would prefer a small, very rich, American town, but it could also be a struggling community. I was thinking vacation houses and golf courses, along side long term residents, who service their needs and get pushed out of the way by their new building projects.

Anyway, I am not sure if there is any interest in this, but I though I would give it a shot.

Once Upon a Time...

I'm O.K. I thought I was gone, but my kid is working on a science project, so we aren't leaving quite yet.

Once Upon a Time...

This sketch is growing entirely too silly............... (steals back his cookie and then defends himself with a pointy stick) I am going to wait for Reem to post, before posting again. I am going to be away, but will check back later tonight.

Night of the Comet (Camille Noir and I)

Randal spotted a modern automobile parked along the side of the road with it's hazards on, and saw a figure come out of the driver's seat and start to flag him down, in the middle of the road. His high beams flew forward revealing a female form with black hair and wearing a denim jacket.

He knew passing by wasn't an option. His mother had raised him better than that. He pulled his truck up past the parked car, slowly, being careful to avoid running down the motorist, before parking along side the road and throwing his own hazards on. One of them flickered on and the other didn't it seemed he had some work to do on the old truck, though he had not spotted the problem yet.

He approached the woman cautiously, his mind filled with the tales from the evening news. Even his country county had seen an influx of gang and drug activity recently. He did not worry about handling one woman physically. After all, he worked out on his bag every night. Still, who knew who might be laying in the back seat of the car, and if they might have a gun. Boxing did not stand much of a chance against the cheapest Saturday night special.

"Ya having some problems there, ma'am?" His voice held a slight twang to it, though not as much as that of his parents'. He had gone away to university in Illinois and lost some of his accent in the process. He held up his hands, showing them to be empty. "I'm Randal Watson. Want me to take a look at it?"

Once Upon a Time...

Ugh............. I am fine with reading all the IC, but how can I keep up with the OOC? Did I miss anything? Did someone say cookies?

Once Upon a Time...

Thomas thought for a long second and then took the offered hand. "Aye, I'll be joining your crew then. Let's take care of the arrangements for me mum first though, before we take our leave. The old dear will worry about me dearly, but a man has to live his life I always say. i can't be her lad forever."

The mean faced cook approached the table, with a dirty ladle in his hand. 'if ye've had yer fill, shorty, get yer arse oot o' me kitchen. Someone's callin' fer ye at the front gate, though I dinna ken who."

Thomas nodded, determined to make the pig pay, some day, and gestured toward the door. If you will accompany captain, we will see who is calling for me."

Assured that he would be followed he ran through the halls of the castle, making his way to the top of the guard house. One of the guards lifted him up so he could see.

"Ho Charming! It's been months now. Why should I let you in?" He laughed and gestured for the guards to let down the draw bridge, which they did right quick when it became apparent that the dwarf knew the rider below.