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| Topic Started: Apr 27 2009, 02:19 AM (61 Views) | |
| Roku Hannya | Apr 27 2009, 02:19 AM Post #1 |
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Nyancat Awaaaay!
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There wasn't a better place for a rogue Technician like yourself to start out at.. With the crime rate rising in Kijutsu also rose the destruction to the city. Graffiti tags decorated the side of buildings, as well as a few busted up benches and metal trash cans. Speaking of which, authorities had to bolt the trash bins and benches to the cement to stop people from throwing them through store windows. You'd find the street lights to be relatively intact, however there was one that seemed to have a busted bulb. On top of that it darkened an alley, which could deem dangerous for any children that were out and about this late at night. Seriously, what the hell would a child be out on the streets at three a.m.? BAAAAWWWWWW! Spoke too soon; There's one now. Out walked a sweet piece of jail bait ass from a music store, spaghetti-strapped tank sagging way too low and clinging way too tight for someone as "gifted" as herself. The way those boot-cut jeans were cupping her tight rear end would make any man, or woman(ahem), drool. Back to the horrific scene, she walked down the sidewalk and directly into the shadowed area of the busted street lamp. One may think, "Oh well I'll see her on the other side when she walks into the next light." However, that was not your luck. She never emerged from the shadowed area. In fact, you could even hear faint scuffling of something or someone being forcefully drug across concrete. Someone ought to repair that light! ... Wait, uhhhh... I mean.. SOMEONE SHOULD SAVE THAT JAIL BAIT! YEAH! WHY DON'T YOU GO DO THAT! |
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| Jigen | Apr 28 2009, 02:23 PM Post #2 |
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There was nothing as out of place in a city like Kijutsu quite like a roughneck technician riding around on a giant Tauros in the middle of the night, but Frank was not worried. "Well don't that beat all." he spoke, the young woman wandering out into the dark. Her well-rounded form disappeared quickly, and Frank had thought nothing of it. After all, at this time of night, lodging was the only thing really on his mind. It was clear from that moment on, though, that tonight would not be one of just going to sleep. The sounds of a scuffle quickly erupted down the street, and Frank took action immediately. Clacking his heels softly into the ribs of his Tauros, the duo took off down the street. "Let's see whats goin' down, eh Brother?" he whispered softly, Hidalgo snorting softly in agreement. The heavy clack of hooves on asphalt filled the city as Frank reached into his toolbelt, pulling out a pocket-flashlight, flicking it on. Searching the darkness for the woman who had mysteriously disappeared, Frank called out for her. "Hey, little lady, where'd you go off too?" He could only hope that no one had put her - literally - between a rock and a hard place. 'Ain't nothin' more disrespectful than hurtin' a lady.' Edited by Jigen, Apr 28 2009, 02:24 PM.
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| Faust | Apr 30 2009, 07:49 AM Post #3 |
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Woman? You were sadly mistaken, my friend. This was a girl. A LITTLE girl. Hence: Jailbait. She was a nice piece of tail, too. Your rude entrance caught the guy off guard, his one greasy hand held tightly over the girls' mouth. She kicked, but it made less of a noise than the scuffle you had heard before. If you hadn't arrived, this man would have done... Well, we'll leave it at that. You saved her from her horrible fate. "Hurtin' a lady? said the man, his crazy, darting eyes shining in what little light there was. They were bloodshot. He was obviously some kind of addict. "This here's my sister. Get outta' here so I cn' take er' home." he was trying to trick you. He thought he was clever. But you knew better... Right? The little girl's blue eyes were wide with shock, and she struggled against the addict's bony body. Her breathing was labored, and was was trying to speak. "GO ON!" screamed the addict, shaking his free fist at you. "LEMME' TAKE MY SIS' HOME!" and you could smell his horrid breath from here. Surely, you couldn't let him get away with this heinous crime? Or you could. It was up to you what to do next. |
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| Jigen | Nov 19 2009, 11:41 PM Post #4 |
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Frank, quite frankly, was not amused. Though he was not the type to pry into others business, if someone was in danger - "jailbait" or not - it was only right to act out. Flipping up a heavy flashlight from his toolbelt, the engineer turned the handy tool on to better investigate the drunken man. In a pinch it would be a useful weapon for cracking the man's skull, too. Quickly, Frank examined his eyes. Dilated and bloodshot, the man was clearly quite drunk. From the noxious smell of his breath, it was probably something strong, too. Vodka or tequilla was most likely. Softly clacking his heels into the ribs of his Tauros, Frank drew closer. "Well sir, I've no way of knowin' if y'all are related or not. But I'd be ah moron if ah let a man as drunk as you take someone home in your state. If you really want to take ya sistah home, maybe you can just lead the way, huh?" The engineer gave him a country boy smile. He knew that the drunken man was in no state to do anything, and did not expect any trouble from him. It was only gentlemanly to intercede on such a peculiar transaction. Hidalgo snorted, pawing the ground with his hoof to signal his annoyance. Patting the Tauros on the mane, Frank tried to smooth the angry bull. "Easy there, Brother. Ain't nothin' wrong." The Tauros's disgruntled disposition would be beneficial, though. What kind of man would feel safe around such an angry, powerful creature? Certainly not a drunk. Edited by Jigen, Nov 19 2009, 11:43 PM.
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