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| kitty | Jun 16 2010, 06:02 AM Post #1 |
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ooc: Mission for Rock and Musa. I'm just NPCing. ic: The setting was a Saturday at an In 'n Out. Where, contrary to the name of the chain, people took a long time to leave after ordering. The time was shortly after noon, at peak traffic time, and the place was filled with people in various stages of being fat. All of them chewing down on burgers that had enough calories to last a day, but somehow did not come close to filling one's stomach. All of them making a bunch of random noise. All of them, just pigple, a bunch of idiots placed in a sty and thinking they were more then just pigs existing for the purpose of filling the pockets of some higher being; the CEOs. Well, Tommy was different. He was not going to be one of the pigs. Neither was he satisfied with joining the ranks of the sheeple, puppets of the mass media that were still a step above the pigple. No, he was going to be someone. He would think for himself. He knew the media would not understand him, but he was here to break free from the media, to go his own way. And his rise in individuality would start today, here at this brainwashing center of doom! But first, he needed to finish his double double burger. Fast forward to fifteen minutes later when Tommy was done with his very delicious distraction from his act of righteousness. He stood up, and walked over to a guy that looked like he was into foot ball. Pulling a pair of knives out of his sleeves, Tommy stabbed the guy in the stomach with his left hand, and then in the face with his right hand. This was how Tommy would break free of the mold of social forces that turned people into a herd of mindless drones. By senseless killing, he could become his own person, a free man! |
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| Rockthem | Jun 16 2010, 11:53 AM Post #2 |
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Stealer of Formats and Stuffs.
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Alan decided to take a break from the hassel of this city and on his way home. He decided to grab a bite to satisfy his hunger, sitting on a bit far of a table Alan ordered a double grilled burger combo with an upsize for the fries and coke. He was wearing his normal attier as why would he be phantom in such a place not to mention that he needed to stay a bit low to avoid any suspicion. After all a white haired young man is easily to notice in a crowd or atleast Alan thought so. He dug deep, and hard inside his meal. His head popping up every bite to look at his surronding for some reason he always liked some personal space when eating. Some time later in the meal Alan would hear a grunt, he would look around removing his head from his meal as he took another sip from his coke which was now in his hand. At first their was a man with knifes, the knifes were heading into someone face and before Alan could realize whats happening it was alreadly late for him to act as he took another sip from his coke in a blank yet silly state. |
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The Dealers ~ Alan Quinn ~ Status | |
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| Rockthem | Aug 31 2010, 10:07 PM Post #3 |
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Stealer of Formats and Stuffs.
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The man dropped in pain, well he might as well be dead. Alan didn't give a damn, it's just that having this guy around is rather dangerouse... looking at the knife in his hand Alan simply wished for it and it happened. The knife was pulled upward into the man neck looking like it was some kind of suicide. "Bleh... I can no longer finsh my meal here." Alan stood up, as people froze from the shock befor eone of them seemed to call the ambulance or the police or who ever the heck they want to call. Well, too bad it seems the man isn't going to make it after all. [EXIT] |
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