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| Monday Blues at Karaoke Island; Stupid Mondays | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 8 2010, 12:34 PM (672 Views) | |
| Rylaf | Feb 8 2010, 12:34 PM Post #1 |
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Perched precariously in his patented corner of "The Lonely Fiddle", a common meetinground for the countless aspiring artists and musicians that assembled here on Karaoke Island, the moptopped youth casually lifted a leg and farted, the sound of the dastardly deed hidden in the general murmur of the room. The noxious odor, however, was not so well hidden, as evidenced by the even darker scowls of the moody poets nearby, who stomped away moodily so that they could write their dark poems in peace. Sighing with satisfaction, he allowed his head to lull back, slumping into his chair. Karaoke Island. A moody place, perpetually in a state of sunset due to the smoky volcanoes which lent to the atmosphere, which inspired romantic visions and songs. It was his home, yet, he was growing tired of the constant bitching and moaning of the artists who roamed the streets, wailing about their latest heartache. His dream was to be a pirate! Roaming the seas, taking treasure and wenches, getting his own wanted poster. 100, 200, 300 million beli bounty on his head! He, Thursday Clemens, was not content to remain yet another ordinary bystander stuck here on Karaoke Island, which despite it's rather festive name, was not very festive or karaoke-ish at all. Scratching the microscopic-prettymuchnonexistent fuzz that layered his chin, he slumped back further into his seat and busted out his trusty harmonica, crooning out some licks to add to the rest of the music that hummed over the place. |
![]() • AML • NFL Coach / Actor • Team Satisfaction • Bounty: 8,500,000 • Beli: 0 Location: Route 5 Strength: Ask your mom • Speed: Ask your mom • Stamina: Ask your mom • Accuracy: Ask your mom • Fortune: Ask your mom Celtics guard Marcus Smart was ejected after being assessed a flagrant foul 2 for delivering an uppercut to Matt Bonner's groin with 9 minutes remaining. WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS LIFE | |
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| cloudshadow | Feb 8 2010, 02:02 PM Post #2 |
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Cale was far from a light drinker. Growing up with a Bartender for a father and a bouncer for a mother he’d been surrounded by bars his entire life. Literally. They were always interesting, bars and pubs and similar places. Something was always happening, someone always doing something interesting or amusing. Drunks tended t be that way, right? Once you got past the smell of stale beer, body odor, and passed gas it was a pretty awesome place. Well, not necessarily awesome, but it was at the very least generally pretty interesting. Interesting was good – interesting occupied Cale’s overly excitable mind and helped to keep it from wandering on to new ideas for inventions. Not that he always did, mind you, but it was drastically more likely to happen if he didn’t have something else to focus on. “A red Irish midget!” Yeah, that definitely wasn’t the name of the shot that he wanted, but it was pretty close. Proved to be good enough for the bartender, though, as he went about mixing the ingredients for the drink. Ah, it was such a pain having to travel to really be able to cut loose but there was no helping it. Last time he’d gotten drunk he’d tried to drop kick a regular through a wall. It hadn’t worked out well and Cale had ended up worse off than his near-victim, but that wasn’t the point. Point was that he’d gotten a little too out of control at his parents bar for their liking and he wasn’t allowed in for awhile to appease the manager. So now he was travelling to the next closest bar – The Lonely Fiddle. Thank god their bartender was seemingly well versed in drinks from the looks of things. “I’ll be opening up a tab by the way so keep them coming.” Grabbing the drink placed before him he quickly downed the shot and motioned for another one. Best thing about a red Irish midget, they went down so easy you hardly needed to stop. He glanced around, taking the place in, hoping for something else. Ah, some guys playing darts? Well, it wasn’t target practice exactly but Darts was something Cale was good at. Grabbing the second red Irish midget off the counter he downed the contents before standing up and heading over to the small group that was slowly finishing their own game of darts, money passing from hand to hand. “Heeeeeey, fellas, room for more in there?” He called loudly as he crossed the room. He got some glares that clearly said ‘fresh meat’ but that was fine. Still… all but two people were clearly walking away. “Anyone else up for some darts?” |
Cale • Gunner • Marksman/Inventor • The Gumdrop Pirates • Bounty: 5,015,000 • SD Earned: 48 • Beli: 7,350,000 • Location: At Sea, West Blue {-- Strength: 4 || Speed: 40 || Stamina: 8 || Accuracy: 40 || Fortune: 20 --} Current Thread: Not the kind of corn I buy, man! | |
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| Rylaf | Feb 8 2010, 02:15 PM Post #3 |
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Halting his soulful harmonica as a boisterous individual waltzed in, Thursday eyed the new stranger along with the rest of the crowd. Darts? Fufufu. Chuckling quietly to himself, he picked himself up off the seat, propped his foot ontop of his seat, before boldly declaring, "Me." Posing awkwardly, he felt like he had shortchanged the crowd a bit, as surely there should have been some dramatic speech aside from that. But he didn't know what else to say because Thursday Clemens was not a very articulate man. So he stood, and stood, and stood, and waited. And sweated profusely. Because sometimes, when you're in an awkward situation and don't know what to say, the best thing you can do is say nothing at all and just sweat it out. Or, you can break into a jig and start singing! But no, the best thing to do was to just sit around and wait for the other personto do something. 'Your Move Crazy Man' thought the moptopped lad dramatically to himself. Edited by Rylaf, Feb 8 2010, 02:18 PM.
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![]() • AML • NFL Coach / Actor • Team Satisfaction • Bounty: 8,500,000 • Beli: 0 Location: Route 5 Strength: Ask your mom • Speed: Ask your mom • Stamina: Ask your mom • Accuracy: Ask your mom • Fortune: Ask your mom Celtics guard Marcus Smart was ejected after being assessed a flagrant foul 2 for delivering an uppercut to Matt Bonner's groin with 9 minutes remaining. WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS LIFE | |
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| cloudshadow | Feb 10 2010, 07:14 PM Post #4 |
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Well, four people was a pretty decent number all things considered. If you had too many people then you didn’t get to stay in the groove because you were always waiting for someone else to go. If too few people played, well, let’s face it the game got a bit boring. Four people was a decent number for a game of darts, though they had to raise the stakes somehow. Keep it interesting, keep everyone in top form. Slipping back to the bar while the guy that’d said he’d play was making his way over Cale did a series of three shots in rapid succession. This wouldn’t be any kind of fair if he wasn’t with somewhat of a handicap no matter how you looked at it. Which incidentally meant that it likely wouldn’t be all that fun. Sure, darts weren’t Cale’s specialty but he was damn good at just about anything that involved distance and accuracy. And this wasn’t really all that far, a couple of feet and nothing more. Making his way back to the dart board became quite an interesting experience. Cale wasn’t exactly a lightweight but he didn’t generally do shots in rapid succession. The effect, while not immediately visible, were certainly there, he could feel it as he moved back to the dart board. “Well then, what should we play? Highest points? Or better yet baseball? Yeah, baseball’s always a fun one,” Cale said as he grabbed a dart and threw it at the dart board, sinking it into the “1” area. “For anyone who doesn’t know the rules it’s pretty simple. You start in the ‘first inning’ and go to the 12th inning, shooting into the little strip of the board that corresponds with the inning you’re in. If there’s still a tie when you hit the 12th inning you keep going until you get to the 22nd, with each of the bullseyes counting as an inning. If you’re still tied then it’s called a draw because… that’s absurd.” He shrugged as he strained to see straight at the board again. Those Red Irish Midgets were pretty wicked things even if they went down that easily. Taking a breath he tossed out a second dart and sunk it deeply into the dart board. “Any questions?” A third dart sunk itself into the sliver that represented 1 on the board. “If not it’s somebody else’s turn I believe. And I have 3 points.” He paused and looked back at the bartender. “I need a something to drink over here!” |
Cale • Gunner • Marksman/Inventor • The Gumdrop Pirates • Bounty: 5,015,000 • SD Earned: 48 • Beli: 7,350,000 • Location: At Sea, West Blue {-- Strength: 4 || Speed: 40 || Stamina: 8 || Accuracy: 40 || Fortune: 20 --} Current Thread: Not the kind of corn I buy, man! | |
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| Rylaf | Feb 11 2010, 11:27 AM Post #5 |
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Nodding glumly at the fellows explaination of the whole thing, in truth Thursday had no clue what the hell was going on. Bla bla bla bla, bla. Bla bla. But if it was just throwing darts who really needed an explaination? Stepping up for his turn, he snagged the darts and closed one eye, concentrating on aiming at the board. Throwing his leg up into the air, he cocked back his arm and clenched his teeth tightly. Darts were about POWER. No. EVERYTHING WAS ABOUT POWER. Manly fire absolutely burning his the usually dull depths of his eyes, he chucked the dart as hard as he could at the board. Ssshhhhhfft. Straightening up, blinking, he scratched his chin as he looked at his handiwork admiringly. Except... his dart hadn't hit the board. Puzzled, he looked about questioning before settling his eyes upon the dart planted square in the middle of a large beefy fellow's mouth. Or more accurately to say, his teeth, as the man in all his barbaric awesomeness had actually caught the stray dart between his gnashers. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that Thursday Clemens sucked at darts? Well, there you have it. Chuckling nervously, he waltzed over to the fellow and pulled the dart out from his teeth, averting looking into the mans eyes, the mans eyes that was emitting murderous laser beam of murder that was absolutely boring a murderous hole into him. Shrugging apologetically, he blanched as the fellow straightened up, towering over him. Without another thought, he instinctively launched his knee upward, hitting the fellow square in his gonads. A moments silence. And then a patron leapt up onto a table, and howled at the top of his lungs, "BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWL!!!!" The bartender scurried underneath his countertop, and all hell broke lose as the place descended into pure chaos. For his part, Thursday didn't dissappoint, as a brawl was just the kind of thing he needed to start off his morning, especially a Monday morning! Howling, he punched, kicked, grabbed, and threw people left and right, cackling madly in the midst of it all. |
![]() • AML • NFL Coach / Actor • Team Satisfaction • Bounty: 8,500,000 • Beli: 0 Location: Route 5 Strength: Ask your mom • Speed: Ask your mom • Stamina: Ask your mom • Accuracy: Ask your mom • Fortune: Ask your mom Celtics guard Marcus Smart was ejected after being assessed a flagrant foul 2 for delivering an uppercut to Matt Bonner's groin with 9 minutes remaining. WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS LIFE | |
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| cloudshadow | Feb 12 2010, 12:32 PM Post #6 |
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Well that was a good way to start off the ground. Most people got 2 of the 3 shots every round, at best. Then again Cale was a far better shot than most people, and accurate at quite the distance these days. Sure, that was a fire arm, but there wasn’t that huge a difference given how close he was to the dart board. A few feet, at this range it didn’t matter what he was using, he wasn’t going to miss a stationary target. Even drunk it was pretty hard to imagine that happening. He would have to be drunk to the point where he couldn’t stand for something like that to happen. The same could not be said, however, for the guy after him. The guy that had agreed to play in the game and said nothing else. The guy grabbed the darts out of the board and walked back to the line and wound up like he was throwing a baseball. Cale raised an eyebrow and chuckled at the sight, it was an odd one. This guy was an oddball that was for sure. Amusing at the very least was good, even if he had no idea what the hell he was doing in a game of darts. He didn’t do it just for show either – he seriously tossed the dart that way. Only he didn’t toss it out at the board. He tossed it at a person which was absurd. Cale wasn’t even sure what was going on or how he managed it. It seemed pretty much impossible by any logical sense but it’d happened, and somehow the guy had caught it with his teeth. It seemed pretty impossible but that was irrelevant. Amazingly the guy was absurd enough to actually go up and pull the dart out of the other guy’s teeth. A moment of silence passed across the bar as the man with incredible control over his mouth was glaring murder at the world’s worst dart player. And that was when it happened. Someone got the brilliant idea to jump up on something and scream the world “brawl” at the top of his longs. Nobody in the bar needed to be told twice about what to do next. Even Cale, as average as he was in strength, grabbed a shot glass and smashed it into the head of the nearest person immediately. Though who knew how long it’d be before somebody returned the favor. Well, at least things were getting interesting! |
Cale • Gunner • Marksman/Inventor • The Gumdrop Pirates • Bounty: 5,015,000 • SD Earned: 48 • Beli: 7,350,000 • Location: At Sea, West Blue {-- Strength: 4 || Speed: 40 || Stamina: 8 || Accuracy: 40 || Fortune: 20 --} Current Thread: Not the kind of corn I buy, man! | |
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| Rylaf | Feb 13 2010, 12:44 PM Post #7 |
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Crammed into a little box, huddled up against his knees, Thursday Clemens could only shake his head despairingly at this sudden turn of events. Just a couple hours ago he had been on top of the world! And now... he was hiding inside a box. Holding his breath, he tensed up as his little cell was lifted off the ground. "Oh god Ernie! What the hell is inside this thing?" "I dunno Bert. I dunno, but we don't get paid to speculate, so lets just get this thing onboard." Crossing his fingers, he hugged himself tighter, scarcely daring to make a move in case it alerted the mover boys of his presence. When his box was finally tossed against the floor, he waited several tense seconds, ear pressed against the outer wall. When he was finally sure that he had made it out safe, he let out a deep sigh. What was he saying again? Oh yeah. That was about as every bit as drastic as Lucifer's fall from grace for chrissakes. Sighing, he adjusted his positioning, attempting to find the most comfortable one so that he wouldn't gnaw his fingers off from the irritation. What had happened earlier though? The Law. The Law had penetrated the Lonely Fiddle, and he had instinctively scurried out of that place like a bat out of hell. He, Thursday Clemens, Rumble King (a title he had just come up with while in the dark confines of his box), could not afford to be delayed a second longer! His ascent to greatness began now! So in a way, he was kind of thankful that the Law and it's mustache had come to The Lonely Fiddle to quiet down the ruckus because now he was finally getting off this rock! Knock on wood. Slumping back to his seat, he attempted to stretch his legs out, before ultimately just closing his eyes, trying to catch some z's. He had no idea where this box was going, but hopefully, it was getting out of here. [Thursday out] Edited by Rylaf, Feb 16 2010, 01:17 PM.
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![]() • AML • NFL Coach / Actor • Team Satisfaction • Bounty: 8,500,000 • Beli: 0 Location: Route 5 Strength: Ask your mom • Speed: Ask your mom • Stamina: Ask your mom • Accuracy: Ask your mom • Fortune: Ask your mom Celtics guard Marcus Smart was ejected after being assessed a flagrant foul 2 for delivering an uppercut to Matt Bonner's groin with 9 minutes remaining. WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS LIFE | |
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| cloudshadow | Feb 17 2010, 04:24 PM Post #8 |
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Well, things had gotten entirely out of hand after he’d landed that glass across the side of some guy’s head. Cale wasn’t a brawler, that much was for sure. He didn’t have the upper body strength to just toss people around like most people did in a bar fight. He could lift chairs, but not fast enough to actually pull off using it as a weapon. Well, that had definitely a problem – especially when he didn’t have the chance to draw his gun because no matter where he turned there was some idiot there swing some make shift weapon at him. He’d lucked out in it, though, the law had shown up at the bar. Now don’t misunderstand. Cale generally wasn’t a fan of the law, they made things boring and he hated anything that was boring. Although he wasn’t likely to walk away from a bar fight like that without a few scrapes and bruises to explain it’d been fun, interesting, exciting. The kind of thing that Cale thrived on, lived on, the kind of thing that kept his overly active mind from running amuck inside his own skull in an attempt to occupy itself. The fact that the law had broken it up annoyed the shit out of him in all honesty. But it was what it was and he wasn’t going to let his day get ruined by them so, after having already been thrown through a window, he simply high tailed it out of there. It hadn’t taken long to get back to his own town but, eh, it happened. Unfortunately his parents had been up and waiting for him, never a good sign. As it turned out that guy that he’d smashed with a shot glass had put a reward on his head. Some prominent merchant or something, Cale didn’t care, it just meant one thing to him. Excitement. He couldn’t stay on Karakoke Island anymore so it was time to get moving. His mom and dad had escorted him through the night to a shipper who’d placed him in a crate that he barely fit into and placed said crate on a cart heading towards a dock. He had no idea where he was going but it was better than a place where some moron wanted his head, right? As interesting as that would be… well he’d be the first to admit that he wasn’t exactly hard to find. At least now they couldn’t catch him, and he knew his mom well enough to know that nothing would be happening to his parents any time soon. With that thought in mind he simply closed his eyes while men labored to lift “another abnormally heavy crate” and put it on the ship and silently prayed that his interesting journey wouldn’t be cut short by the sea. [Cale Out] |
Cale • Gunner • Marksman/Inventor • The Gumdrop Pirates • Bounty: 5,015,000 • SD Earned: 48 • Beli: 7,350,000 • Location: At Sea, West Blue {-- Strength: 4 || Speed: 40 || Stamina: 8 || Accuracy: 40 || Fortune: 20 --} Current Thread: Not the kind of corn I buy, man! | |
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| ♠ Shamma | Feb 18 2010, 12:31 PM Post #9 |
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Shamma dislikes bars. ._. T'was short, I guess you got bored of the scenario or something? Thursday Clemens - 4 SD. Some silly fellow left his wallet in your ultimate protection box, being an aspiring pirate you figure any theft will help you become a bit more famous. It contained 1,000,000. You're also pretty confident there's a raccoon in the box somewhere, he's just being real stealthy.Cale Burgooden - 4 SD. Being a local lad with a known family, that small price on your head is converted into a minor bounty for trouble making because of some dubious lies from the offended. Apparently you raped twin virgins, violently murdered a flock of prized chickens and killed a guy with a shoe horn. The marines are hardly convinced, but they figure you must of done something worthy of a bounty to be accused of such crimes. Thus a 10,000 bounty is placed on your head to appease the angry merchant.Whilst your parents were kicking you out, they decided to at least show they still love you and provided a small sack containing 1,000,000 and a toothbrush. Also one of those embarrassing 'Mommy will always love you' letters. Jeez, hope no one else finds and reads that.
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