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RickyG85
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alright, cleaned out my visitor messages! last one I got was happy birthday wishes, 2 years ago! Let's see what I might get now that I'm surlier and less friendly :P
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alright, cleaned out my visitor messages! last one I got was happy birthday wishes, 2 years ago! Let's see what I might get now that I'm surlier and less friendly :P
5 hrs ago
I'm surprised I'm not seeing more ideas popping up for rp's... I may be forced to try past ideas of my own, again, which I'm sure will go just GREAT...
1 day ago
Anyway, goodnight.
1 day ago
Do a lot of people conflate "simple" with "boring"? Because that would explain a lot.
1 day ago
@Iamtheisland it may be time to explore other sources of inspiration? Also I'm no therapist, but embracing depression as a muse might not be good for you...
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Bios are stupid; oh, sure, everyone can see them, but I bet nobody reads them.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
Rude hand gestures and shpadoinkle, there.
No, I wasn't drunk when I wrote this, but I was very tired.
Most Recent Posts
Hmmm... Well, I'm not especially happy with my latest post, especially for taking more than 24 hours to come up with, but, it's something to move the plot along without completely taking over the narrative.
Ball's in your court, players; if I was trying to write the story myself, I wouldn't have invited you to join :P
Ball's in your court, players; if I was trying to write the story myself, I wouldn't have invited you to join :P
Nowhere Town Square
Brand kept the chat casual, and avoided talk about work. He had to admit this woman seemed like pleasant company, but he knew better than to attempt dating while he was on the clock- and he was working, at that moment.
Full dark had come on once he'd gotten her to her door, and while he made the briefest of pleasantries, he was quick to get her inside and leave. As he left, a certain camper truck pulled up, the drivers' window rolled down. "Brand! What are you doing, out here!? We're late, and it's coming!"
Brand looked out, eyes wide as he saw fog slowly rolling up the street and into the town square. "My god... It's spreading faster than we expected! You think it'll over take the entire town?"
"How should I know? Just get in, we'll get to the station, and get started- hopefully we can widen the patrols, this might make it easier to work unnoticed." Brand trotted around to get in, and they drove off, presumably in the direction of the McColm place.
The Nowhere Hotel, Room 2D
outside the window of the hotel room, a street lights' glow began to fade as the heaviest fog either of them had ever seen swallowed the view just outside the window.
A light drifted past the window, like the lights of a car.
They were on the second floor...
The Gataki Residence
Yiayia stirred slightly from her sleep. She'd heard something over the sound of her tv show playing- a sharp, harsh sound, something at the window? the curtains were closed, so she couldn't see what was doing it. It stopped, after a moment, so she looked back at the screen, already drifting back to sleep. As she closed her eyes again, she muttered to herself, "kataramenoi rakoun..."
Steve had staggered to his feet after Ozzie had rushed off. He paid no mind to the strange fog rolling in, even as it surrounded and over-took him. Between the oxygen deprivation, and the THC dragging down his brain, he had no chance of navigating his way home.
He didn't think he could get home without the police catching him out after curfew- even with knowing that invisibility trick. He wasn't as good at it as Ozzie was. Hmmmm... Ozzie... Yeah, Ozzie's place was closer! Oh, but he was always so high when he went over, it was always his friend leading the way, and he simply followed- he couldn't find his way without him!
He began to wander aimlessly, ducking behind a corner and holding his breath every time he saw the faintest hint of head-lights in the fog. Eventually, he was walking down a narrow alley. Just as he was starting to think he'd eventually find something that looked familiar, he looked up, and saw a light, just ahead of him!
He froze, but managed to realize this wasn't a car. He must have been sobering up; he'd been caught between enough headlights to know that car's typically had a pair. The cops especially, didn't run around with busted or burned out lights, so this wasn't them. No sound of the engine, either. Not to mention the alley was too narrow for a car, so, maybe this person was patrolling on foot?
"H-hello? I-" He was embarrassed, but even sobering up, he'd gotten himself turned around, and he'd be happier sleeping in a cell than passing out somewhere in the street. Again, that is. "I know I'm out past curfew, but I think I'm, well, lost. Could you help me out?" AS he spoke, the light moved- not like somebody holding a flashlight, but more like a big bug; zipping this way and that, and making a noise, like a clicking sound.
He was paranoid, from all the weed he smoked, and he hadn't liked how that light was statue still- but now, he thought, the stillness was better. He'd watched enough nature programs to be reminded of scenes of wasps about to pounce on soft little caterpillars...
"H-hey, hold up-" It had ducked down, and zoomed towards him, the light turning red as it did! He turned in a panic, running back the way he came as it started screaming! "Ozzie! Ozzie, the reefers' turning on me! HELP!" It was like a nightmare; he felt like he was moving in slow motion, and the end of the alley was drifting away from him!
Just as he was finally getting to the end, he saw a pair of headlights drift past! Oh, thank god! He moved to try and wave them down and call out-
And fell. He'd hit the ground so hard, it knocked the wind out of him! The light- it'd hit his legs, knocked him down! He looked up, but the car was gone. They didn't even slow down.
Steve tried to grab hold of the ground, but got dragged back, his scream soon cut off. He tried to scream again, but it was gurgled, fainter.
Then the night was completely silent.
Nowhere, USA
Population: 3282
The Next Day...
Brand kept the chat casual, and avoided talk about work. He had to admit this woman seemed like pleasant company, but he knew better than to attempt dating while he was on the clock- and he was working, at that moment.
Full dark had come on once he'd gotten her to her door, and while he made the briefest of pleasantries, he was quick to get her inside and leave. As he left, a certain camper truck pulled up, the drivers' window rolled down. "Brand! What are you doing, out here!? We're late, and it's coming!"
Brand looked out, eyes wide as he saw fog slowly rolling up the street and into the town square. "My god... It's spreading faster than we expected! You think it'll over take the entire town?"
"How should I know? Just get in, we'll get to the station, and get started- hopefully we can widen the patrols, this might make it easier to work unnoticed." Brand trotted around to get in, and they drove off, presumably in the direction of the McColm place.
The Nowhere Hotel, Room 2D
outside the window of the hotel room, a street lights' glow began to fade as the heaviest fog either of them had ever seen swallowed the view just outside the window.
A light drifted past the window, like the lights of a car.
They were on the second floor...
The Gataki Residence
Yiayia stirred slightly from her sleep. She'd heard something over the sound of her tv show playing- a sharp, harsh sound, something at the window? the curtains were closed, so she couldn't see what was doing it. It stopped, after a moment, so she looked back at the screen, already drifting back to sleep. As she closed her eyes again, she muttered to herself, "kataramenoi rakoun..."
Steve had staggered to his feet after Ozzie had rushed off. He paid no mind to the strange fog rolling in, even as it surrounded and over-took him. Between the oxygen deprivation, and the THC dragging down his brain, he had no chance of navigating his way home.
He didn't think he could get home without the police catching him out after curfew- even with knowing that invisibility trick. He wasn't as good at it as Ozzie was. Hmmmm... Ozzie... Yeah, Ozzie's place was closer! Oh, but he was always so high when he went over, it was always his friend leading the way, and he simply followed- he couldn't find his way without him!
He began to wander aimlessly, ducking behind a corner and holding his breath every time he saw the faintest hint of head-lights in the fog. Eventually, he was walking down a narrow alley. Just as he was starting to think he'd eventually find something that looked familiar, he looked up, and saw a light, just ahead of him!
He froze, but managed to realize this wasn't a car. He must have been sobering up; he'd been caught between enough headlights to know that car's typically had a pair. The cops especially, didn't run around with busted or burned out lights, so this wasn't them. No sound of the engine, either. Not to mention the alley was too narrow for a car, so, maybe this person was patrolling on foot?
"H-hello? I-" He was embarrassed, but even sobering up, he'd gotten himself turned around, and he'd be happier sleeping in a cell than passing out somewhere in the street. Again, that is. "I know I'm out past curfew, but I think I'm, well, lost. Could you help me out?" AS he spoke, the light moved- not like somebody holding a flashlight, but more like a big bug; zipping this way and that, and making a noise, like a clicking sound.
He was paranoid, from all the weed he smoked, and he hadn't liked how that light was statue still- but now, he thought, the stillness was better. He'd watched enough nature programs to be reminded of scenes of wasps about to pounce on soft little caterpillars...
"H-hey, hold up-" It had ducked down, and zoomed towards him, the light turning red as it did! He turned in a panic, running back the way he came as it started screaming! "Ozzie! Ozzie, the reefers' turning on me! HELP!" It was like a nightmare; he felt like he was moving in slow motion, and the end of the alley was drifting away from him!
Just as he was finally getting to the end, he saw a pair of headlights drift past! Oh, thank god! He moved to try and wave them down and call out-
And fell. He'd hit the ground so hard, it knocked the wind out of him! The light- it'd hit his legs, knocked him down! He looked up, but the car was gone. They didn't even slow down.
Steve tried to grab hold of the ground, but got dragged back, his scream soon cut off. He tried to scream again, but it was gurgled, fainter.
Then the night was completely silent.
Nowhere, USA
Population: 3282
The Next Day...
ok, and now we're too a point where things can escalate/move forward, for real, this time! some interactions can continue, but some more things are about to happen at the same time! So, we found a good compromise; the time jump doesn't have to be radical, and things are still about to happen ^_^ You are doing great, and I'm excited to see how your characters handle things once they escalate :P
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frankly, I've lost interest here. This isn't fun anymore.
I hope there's no hard feelings, but my own thread is much more active, so I'm just going to bow out and focus my energy there.
Someone can feel free to just... Take over my character, that'd be the most practical measure for keeping this going, but I'm out. Or, if there are hard feelings, I dunno, let a Kuwagamon or even a Sniimon snip my head off or something, for the catharsis of it.
I hope there's no hard feelings, but my own thread is much more active, so I'm just going to bow out and focus my energy there.
Someone can feel free to just... Take over my character, that'd be the most practical measure for keeping this going, but I'm out. Or, if there are hard feelings, I dunno, let a Kuwagamon or even a Sniimon snip my head off or something, for the catharsis of it.
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The IT films? Recommended viewing
The IT films? Recommended viewing
Posted, and kept it brief without rushing it. Players should know, there is only the one hotel in Nowhere, so non-locals who aren't visiting relatives are free to collaborate on one more post before I move to the next scene.
The camper truck had begun to pull forward, the man in the denim jacket rolling down the drivers' side window. "Gentleman, Mr. McColm needs to be getting home for the night, and I urge you to do the same." He gave a conspicuous look to the old man over the top of his shades. "Anybody out past curfew without a badge is liable to have a bad night. Move along, now." He didn't give them a chance to respond before pulling into the street and driving away.
Angus heaved a sigh. "He's righ', y'know. No' enough time to make a plan, right now. Ah thank ye lad, for your interest in helpin' an ol' man, in dire straights, but we won't fair too well if we run off 'alf cocked, as they say." He patted Johnny on the shoulder, "Meet me 'ere, t'morrow, alrigh'? An' G'devenin' to you, laddie. Y'are invited too, since y'are curious, but for me, ah got to get home, f'r that damned wisp comes after me, next!" And without another word, he turned and walked away, presumably to a car parked elsewhere.
The Agent gave a chuckle, "You misunderstand; we don't have an office out here, I'm on a special investigation, 'on loan', one might say, and I supposedly have the full cooperation of local law enforcement. The curfew is a necessary precaution, and hopefully doesn't go as far as road blocks- you don't seem like a local, yourself, Ms. Gataki. I apologize that there isn't more time to explain some of what's going on, but I'm sure one of the locals-"
He paused, as if he just remembered something he'd forgotten. He looked sideways at Ozzie and Steve. "Is your friend alright to walk, or do you gentlemen need a ride home? I could call the deputy back...?" He paused to let that sink in, knowing of course they were stoned out of their minds. "If you're alright, well, I do have a schedule to keep, and must be getting Ms. Gataki back, for the night. Shall we?" He offered the elbow of the arm carrying his milk.
Angus heaved a sigh. "He's righ', y'know. No' enough time to make a plan, right now. Ah thank ye lad, for your interest in helpin' an ol' man, in dire straights, but we won't fair too well if we run off 'alf cocked, as they say." He patted Johnny on the shoulder, "Meet me 'ere, t'morrow, alrigh'? An' G'devenin' to you, laddie. Y'are invited too, since y'are curious, but for me, ah got to get home, f'r that damned wisp comes after me, next!" And without another word, he turned and walked away, presumably to a car parked elsewhere.
The Agent gave a chuckle, "You misunderstand; we don't have an office out here, I'm on a special investigation, 'on loan', one might say, and I supposedly have the full cooperation of local law enforcement. The curfew is a necessary precaution, and hopefully doesn't go as far as road blocks- you don't seem like a local, yourself, Ms. Gataki. I apologize that there isn't more time to explain some of what's going on, but I'm sure one of the locals-"
He paused, as if he just remembered something he'd forgotten. He looked sideways at Ozzie and Steve. "Is your friend alright to walk, or do you gentlemen need a ride home? I could call the deputy back...?" He paused to let that sink in, knowing of course they were stoned out of their minds. "If you're alright, well, I do have a schedule to keep, and must be getting Ms. Gataki back, for the night. Shall we?" He offered the elbow of the arm carrying his milk.
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