Post by Aseigan Cetanu on Oct 16, 2009 16:17:26 GMT -5
Tyrone:
The lady walked in to her home, a scowl on her face, as Tyrone cautiously opened the door. Behind the creaky, scratched, wooden frame, his 'gang' stared at him with raised eyebrows and curious expressions. They stared as if he were out of his mind.
"Eh, man." Derik said. "Whatchoo be doin' runnin' out there like that, man?"
"Royce would continue, "Seriously, Tyrone, what's up? You look like you nearly pissed yourself." A few of the other guys nodded in agreement.
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Wolfgang:
Wolfgang would find he had backed himself into a wall, but the place he was standing in was nearly unnoticable until they were past him, anyway. The man was a little shorter than Wolfgang, but stockily built. He wore a red, plaid jacket, and a heavy 5 o'clock shadow covered his chin and the bottoms of his cheeks. He glared at her from beneath a buzz-cut of black hair. Thick, blue jeans covered his stout legs, and just before the water of the sewer overtook his form and hid his feet from sight, the upper edges of rubber boots were visible.
The man glared at her, a silenced 9mm in hand. No stopping power, and from the way the man was holding it, Wolfgang could tell he wasn't especially proficient. Too bad for the girl she didn't know it. He put the gun to the back of her head. "Get moving!" he growled into her ear.
She began to cry, and the man knocked her into the sewage. She got up, slowly, sobbing, and began to walk down the giant pipe, the man behind her.
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lostsoldier, man, you can't control other characters even a little bit. I've talked about this with ya. Change your post and send me a PM, then I'll edit my post so this section is my response. Also, your post should only take up about the same amount of time as the other poster's. Remember, everyone else's lives are going on at the same time as yours. If you want to keep the same time frame, I'll have to wait till it gets that late in the in-game day to reply. Sorry, bud.
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Connor:
Goliath's tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he began to pant happily as his belly was scratched. Then the tapping came again, and his tongue flopped back in. His eyes focused. He stared under the garbage can.
A hand, a sickly brown with rot, blood oozing from under the fingernails, pulled itself from under the giant, metal barrier. Another one followed. Two glowing, orange eyes sprang into life beneath the garbage can, and a growling, like that of a drunken man who's just broken his leg, wafted out from under the metal trash receptacle. And then, the light fell on a bottom jaw that wasn't there. Ripped flesh, the roof of the mouth, and a short row of needle-like teeth became visible as the arms pulled themselves forward, making more and more of the creature visible. The growling came again. Louder. Nearer, if not by much.
Goliath went to bite the hand, but recoiled at the last second, and began yelping, running to the corner. His nose had a burn at the very tip, and steam rose from it.
The lady walked in to her home, a scowl on her face, as Tyrone cautiously opened the door. Behind the creaky, scratched, wooden frame, his 'gang' stared at him with raised eyebrows and curious expressions. They stared as if he were out of his mind.
"Eh, man." Derik said. "Whatchoo be doin' runnin' out there like that, man?"
"Royce would continue, "Seriously, Tyrone, what's up? You look like you nearly pissed yourself." A few of the other guys nodded in agreement.
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Wolfgang:
Wolfgang would find he had backed himself into a wall, but the place he was standing in was nearly unnoticable until they were past him, anyway. The man was a little shorter than Wolfgang, but stockily built. He wore a red, plaid jacket, and a heavy 5 o'clock shadow covered his chin and the bottoms of his cheeks. He glared at her from beneath a buzz-cut of black hair. Thick, blue jeans covered his stout legs, and just before the water of the sewer overtook his form and hid his feet from sight, the upper edges of rubber boots were visible.
The man glared at her, a silenced 9mm in hand. No stopping power, and from the way the man was holding it, Wolfgang could tell he wasn't especially proficient. Too bad for the girl she didn't know it. He put the gun to the back of her head. "Get moving!" he growled into her ear.
She began to cry, and the man knocked her into the sewage. She got up, slowly, sobbing, and began to walk down the giant pipe, the man behind her.
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lostsoldier, man, you can't control other characters even a little bit. I've talked about this with ya. Change your post and send me a PM, then I'll edit my post so this section is my response. Also, your post should only take up about the same amount of time as the other poster's. Remember, everyone else's lives are going on at the same time as yours. If you want to keep the same time frame, I'll have to wait till it gets that late in the in-game day to reply. Sorry, bud.
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Connor:
Goliath's tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he began to pant happily as his belly was scratched. Then the tapping came again, and his tongue flopped back in. His eyes focused. He stared under the garbage can.
A hand, a sickly brown with rot, blood oozing from under the fingernails, pulled itself from under the giant, metal barrier. Another one followed. Two glowing, orange eyes sprang into life beneath the garbage can, and a growling, like that of a drunken man who's just broken his leg, wafted out from under the metal trash receptacle. And then, the light fell on a bottom jaw that wasn't there. Ripped flesh, the roof of the mouth, and a short row of needle-like teeth became visible as the arms pulled themselves forward, making more and more of the creature visible. The growling came again. Louder. Nearer, if not by much.
Goliath went to bite the hand, but recoiled at the last second, and began yelping, running to the corner. His nose had a burn at the very tip, and steam rose from it.