Might I ask which bus did Peter sabotage? Harriet's, the one behind Harriet's or the smaller one that is partly in the collapsing theatre?
Orlan
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So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case?
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
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Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.
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That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
Notes:
Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.
End of Notes
That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
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That poor old medic, he doesn't even know about supernatural beings, just that he is working with armed soldiers. I believe the quiet soldier did push Jason out of his chair.
"Have you heard of the Supernatural Underground? If not then try and remember the Underground Railroad for you lot and that's the gist!" The old woman shouts. "We leave in one minute before more of those soldiers arrive! Picked up two more of those thirty man trucks on this radar thing!" She shouts as one more bus pulls up just beside the old woman's. The smaller bus right outside the hole decides to ram into two more of the split up abominations, it rather conveniently pulls up beside the two combatants. "Will you please board? We don't have too long before we have ourselves a makeshift bunker." The slightly more sane occupant shouts to them.
"Alright..." Paulson takes Willa's hand. "Givin' her support I see, and lemmie' help with him." The captain attempts to pull Paon up, but instead falls, tearing a bit of Paon's shirt off. "I see not even a crane can lift him!" Goldie jokes, the other three soldiers laugh to some degree, Paulson helping captain Crane up. "Goldie, you might be useless for many things but you're decent enough for jokes! Are those blue lines below his back?" The captain questions. The quiet soldier reaches for his gun, Goldie for a bottle of water he had in a freezer on the van. "Water, Goldie? Are you drunk?" captain Crane asks.
"Mal! Who was that on the bus?" Hal asks as Mal begins helping. "A terrorist Hal, a woman who cares for other supernatural beings, not just shapeshifters... Ripped off an old anti-slavery organisation called the Underground Railroad... Supernatural Railroad, you know I saw it's formation, that forest your mother died in? She killed off old Greyscales and saved our foes. Now that mad woman has started one of the biggest movements of supernatural beings to other realms, other countries, even submarines designed to be homes... how that works is beyond me." Mal explains as he transforms certain parts of himself into different cleaning utensils to try and be more efficient. "Why has dad then gone off to the security offices?" Hal asks. "He has? I need to go." Mal says before disappearing up the ventilation ducts, making it to the security offices a minute quicker then Graham. "Listen Graham, that woman is your wife... She is alive and our enemy." Mal states to Graham. "She was the reason I decided to join this organisation! Now I find her working with those things?! Mr Right had better salvage this thing or I might have to do something more drastic. Now where can I find the brig list? I have an idea to bring them out in case of that fairy's failure which is all too certain if that's her." Graham almost shouts in frustration, fear and in uncertainty.
"Alright..." Paulson takes Willa's hand. "Givin' her support I see, and lemmie' help with him." The captain attempts to pull Paon up, but instead falls, tearing a bit of Paon's shirt off. "I see not even a crane can lift him!" Goldie jokes, the other three soldiers laugh to some degree, Paulson helping captain Crane up. "Goldie, you might be useless for many things but you're decent enough for jokes! Are those blue lines below his back?" The captain questions. The quiet soldier reaches for his gun, Goldie for a bottle of water he had in a freezer on the van. "Water, Goldie? Are you drunk?" captain Crane asks.
"Mal! Who was that on the bus?" Hal asks as Mal begins helping. "A terrorist Hal, a woman who cares for other supernatural beings, not just shapeshifters... Ripped off an old anti-slavery organisation called the Underground Railroad... Supernatural Railroad, you know I saw it's formation, that forest your mother died in? She killed off old Greyscales and saved our foes. Now that mad woman has started one of the biggest movements of supernatural beings to other realms, other countries, even submarines designed to be homes... how that works is beyond me." Mal explains as he transforms certain parts of himself into different cleaning utensils to try and be more efficient. "Why has dad then gone off to the security offices?" Hal asks. "He has? I need to go." Mal says before disappearing up the ventilation ducts, making it to the security offices a minute quicker then Graham. "Listen Graham, that woman is your wife... She is alive and our enemy." Mal states to Graham. "She was the reason I decided to join this organisation! Now I find her working with those things?! Mr Right had better salvage this thing or I might have to do something more drastic. Now where can I find the brig list? I have an idea to bring them out in case of that fairy's failure which is all too certain if that's her." Graham almost shouts in frustration, fear and in uncertainty.
War of the Worlds will burn that water away, dun dun dun, dun dun dun! (Me trying to mimic the war of the worlds song there, a bit of it anyway.)
"Grenades!? Why must everyone and thing want us to blow up?!" shouts a soldier who unfortunately happens to catch the grenade then throw it back wherever it came from, a now abandoned spot. It's explosion sends two soldiers flying as the remaining twenty eight continue running for their lives both from the mad old lady and the even madder grenadier. "Supernatural Underground anyone? Just hop in or those scientist thugs will have you as their minions' dinners!" The lady shouts as she finally hits the scientist fuel tank, which explodes, destroying two other cars near it. "Hurry it up!" She shouts again as she begins trying to gun down the fleeing soldiers.
Graham begins almost running towards the equivalent of the main security office for the scientist complex from the arena, desperately wanting to find out more about the Supernatural Underground. Hal meanwhile begins helping the caretakers try to clean up the arena.
"Oi you miserable git, me and these three other fine gents here ordered first, a good three minutes or so! So join the queue." The driver barks at Jason, one of the other soldiers pushes him almost onto the floor. "Miserable young excuses for men around here, Paulson... Mind tending to this lady? Looks like a bit of brick cut 'er the poor thing." The driver says, becoming slightly sympathetic towards Willa and a differently dressed soldier attempts to help Willa bandage the leg. "Mind I have a look? Might be brick fragments lodged in the wound, very bad for walking on." Paulson says rather sympathetically in a light Irish accent. "Lads! STS!" The soldier in the van shouts. "Alright! We'll be waiting Yale!" The van drives off with the shapeshifter in it. "Captain, what the hell is an STS?" One of the other soldiers asks. "A shape to shift Goldie, you can read the lingo leaflet in a minute, and good miss... Mind we have them to eat in while we wait for our friend?" The captain asks Teddy after handing the leaflet to Goldie who begins reading it after being guided to a table by the only quiet soldier, the captain then leans his rifle on the same table and takes off a bit of the armour, revealing more armour and placing the top layer on the table.
Graham begins almost running towards the equivalent of the main security office for the scientist complex from the arena, desperately wanting to find out more about the Supernatural Underground. Hal meanwhile begins helping the caretakers try to clean up the arena.
"Oi you miserable git, me and these three other fine gents here ordered first, a good three minutes or so! So join the queue." The driver barks at Jason, one of the other soldiers pushes him almost onto the floor. "Miserable young excuses for men around here, Paulson... Mind tending to this lady? Looks like a bit of brick cut 'er the poor thing." The driver says, becoming slightly sympathetic towards Willa and a differently dressed soldier attempts to help Willa bandage the leg. "Mind I have a look? Might be brick fragments lodged in the wound, very bad for walking on." Paulson says rather sympathetically in a light Irish accent. "Lads! STS!" The soldier in the van shouts. "Alright! We'll be waiting Yale!" The van drives off with the shapeshifter in it. "Captain, what the hell is an STS?" One of the other soldiers asks. "A shape to shift Goldie, you can read the lingo leaflet in a minute, and good miss... Mind we have them to eat in while we wait for our friend?" The captain asks Teddy after handing the leaflet to Goldie who begins reading it after being guided to a table by the only quiet soldier, the captain then leans his rifle on the same table and takes off a bit of the armour, revealing more armour and placing the top layer on the table.
James was worn out, he wearily gets up and his back begins playing up, and searches his pockets for a book, or anything he could have had on him, but he finds nothing. Nothing but his clothes.
"Oh hello there! Searching for something are we? Why not check that the beds? I'd help but I almost had my back broken by a recent convict... Last time I visit an old case if we get out. Did any of you two scratch that word in the wall?" James states in the most hearty and friendly tone he can before keeling over in pain back onto the bed. "I'll lie here for a while... I hope you find something to get us out of here with."
"Oh hello there! Searching for something are we? Why not check that the beds? I'd help but I almost had my back broken by a recent convict... Last time I visit an old case if we get out. Did any of you two scratch that word in the wall?" James states in the most hearty and friendly tone he can before keeling over in pain back onto the bed. "I'll lie here for a while... I hope you find something to get us out of here with."
Alright, just found a boat filled with pictures of kittens... Fallout 4 is riddled with odd stuff or references to HP Lovecraft.
There are three of them disguised.
A small theatre, plus Far Harbour's hermit crabs have a sense of humour.
Here is the situation, at the front there are two collapsed vans, around ten dead soldiers, behind the stage there is an abomination, two buses owned by supernatural sympathisers, a crowd of people and a mad old woman attempting to blow up a truck, around thirty soldiers are running away from said truck and somewhere near to the back of the theatre there is a coffee shop with four soldiers in asking for food and drink from a supernatural cashier, in the coffee shop soldiers' truck there is a trapped supernatural being.
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