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| The Audition; READ THE FIRST ENTRY BEFORE POSTING | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 8 2008, 02:11 PM (2,050 Views) | |
| ~Qualanx~ | Apr 17 2008, 07:16 PM Post #81 |
The Ignored
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Well apparently the man was fine. He was just sleeping. The furry guy reappeared at the top of the stairwell. "What the hell!" Al'An looked up quickly, and slunk away towards the main-floor exit. After reaching the exit he proceeded to his ship. It shimmered into sight as the active-camo was shut off, and a small circle opened, turning into a large doorway. A grid of green lines formed a bridge, and Al'An walked up it. His rifle was in it's usual spot, magnetically fastened to the pilot stool. He grabbed the rifle and inspected it. It was fairly long. It didn't look long when Al'An was holding it, but it was almost too long for a human to hold properly. There were 4 barrels in a square pattern, almost like a double-double shotgun with two on top and two on the bottom. It was a deep reddish color, and emblazoned with gold. There was a horrifically jagged bayonette on the far end, and a currently protected axe-like blade on the butt-stock. Al'An raised the gun as if he were going to fire it like a sniper rifle and checked the sights. Everything seemed to be in order. He then slunk silently to the entrance and peered in. He was positive nobody would see him until he chose to be seen. But just to be safe, he enabled his active-camo system. He was invisible to all but the most perceptive of sentients, and his coldsuit made him nearly invisible in thermal vision. He could only be seen with high-frequency imaging technology. He continued to watch the happenings of the Audition, in case whatever pushed the man down the stairs were to attempt anyone else's life. (OOC: I'll add in Al'An's active camo to his equipment. He doesn't use it often, unless he wants to be an observer. And he wants to be an observer. Also I'll add the rifle to his weapon list. It's not horribly overpowered. If a fight breaks out he'll fire a shot to get everyone to shut up and stop fighting.) |
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| +Aiko+ | Apr 18 2008, 01:16 PM Post #82 |
Roffel House!
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The bar was an absolute wreck. Between the fights and the tables knocked over by drunks in their wobbly stupor, it looked like a hurricane had come through the place! The owner, a man by the name of Harry Miller, was extremely frustrated. He didn't want to call security since his bar depended on business from the shady types, but this ridiculousness had to stop. A few minutes after a short phone call, a rather short woman walked into the bar looking completely disinterested and annoyed. She sat down with a huff near the door and was quickly attended by the owner. He brought her something to drink that smelled like a cross between lilacs and rotten meat, and after saying a few whispered words, left her to own devices. She sipped the drink with a deep scowl. She'd get the guys back for this. Even though she lost a bet, this was stupid. Her, of all people, a bouncer? The thought should've amused her, but she was in no mood for humor. (OOC: Sorry for the short post, just trying to get my foot in the door and get involved. ^_~) |
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| -Da Lil Bro- | Apr 18 2008, 09:17 PM Post #83 |
Exiled Soul
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(OCC:ahh its good to be back, sorry if this is a bad post, im gonna have to get back into the groove.and will i be accepted into the forum anytime soon? haha, ust wonderin..) Gabriel sensed the presence walk away from him, but couldn't see him. Gabriel shivered, and looked around, He saw no one, and looked back at George. Well.. i guess hes OK.... Im gonna get something to drink.... thirsty as hell... Gabrial got up, brushed the dust off his pants, and licked his thumb with his toung. There was a smear of blood on his pants. How did that get there? Gabriel waved off the thought and went to get him self a drink from Max. He stood all the way up, then reached into his pocket. He was going to smoke another ciggerate, but he had none left. He slammed his fist on a couples table, who jumped in fright, and spilling there drinks over their steaks, which had a side dish of mashed potatoes, and country gravy. Which looked pretty good to him at the moment. Oops.. Better bounce... and maybe say sorry... "Hey, sorry," Gabriel said with a sincere, gentle voice. He didn't know hit had hit a table until he heard the glasses spill and crack. "HEY GET BACK HERE!" The angry man said, but it was to late, Gabriel dashed upstairs. The man got up, and dashed after him. Gabrial knew, he was going to be in a fight. (im pretty good with fight scenes with NCPs ) |
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| -Da Lil Bro- | May 7 2008, 11:03 PM Post #84 |
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Gabriel looked down stairs, and saw the man, buff and all, stomp on the stairs, coming up. He snorted, whipped away the snot running off his noes, and pointed right at Gabriel. Gabriel started to run to the other side of the bar, there was no other exits except for a window, which he wasn't planning to take. He dived down, under an table, and ripped some of his fur along the red carpet, doing so. " I'M GONNA FREAKIN' KILL YHEA! YOU FREAK-ISH LOOKING PIECE OF CRAP! Man... Does this guy have anger issues.. Gabriel, trying to recover his wits, shook his head, and took in a large inhale of stale, putrid air, but before Gabriel could exhale, he felt a large, sweaty hand hook onto his left ankle, which he thought was concealed under the table, and was yanked violently toward the man. " I WAS HAVING A NICE RELAXING DINNER WITH MY WIFE UNTIL YOU CAME ALONG AND RUINED IT!" The man said, with a sneer. The man pulled back his fist, and before Gabriel could even exhale that same breath, was punched right in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, and tossed him to the floor. Gabriel, laying there, in between reality, and his own mind, he had only a single though. I'm not gonna be humiliated like this.. not with this scum bag.. Gabriel tried to get up, struggling onto his feet, The man laughed, and others around ether fled, or looked at the fight with awe. Gabriel, who was lucky the man did not want a fight, let him get up. Gabriel looked right into hes attackers eyes, the man did the same, and lunged at him. Gabriel, who saw his attack though, countered, and grabbed his waist, took his arm, and flipped him, right on to a table, where people were eating, they screamed, and ran away. " Never make the first move..." Gabriel said, looking at the man, on the ground, in pain, his muscles bulging. Gabriel had pissed him off, now He had a fight. Its been awhile.. I hope i still have it in me... |
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| ~Qualanx~ | May 8 2008, 11:23 PM Post #85 |
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The Ignored
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It appeared that the furry creature had destroyed a man's dinner. It looked expensive. The man started chasing the furry thing and apparently they both dashed to the upper level. Al'An, still under active-camo, sulked through the room. He feared he had walked a little bit too close to the short woman who came in recently. He might've been spotted. He stopped sulking and dashed nearly silently to the stairwell, and climbed up it. A man was yanking someone out from under a table. This establishment can't handle any more casualties... Al'An began to uncloak as the angry man lunged towards the furry. The angry man was then flipped onto a table by the furry. Al'An fired. Green light filled the upper floor as a bolt of energy seared through the air and shattered the window on the far side. Complete silence. Save for the radio. "I am terribly sorry, but I am going to have to break up your scuffle. I fear that left to your own devices, you would kill eachother. Ergo, this establishment would likely be closed for such a high rate of mishappenings, misadventures, fights, and other occurences that are a danger to sentient life," Al'An hissed. His voice was uncannily loud in the silent bar. The radio began playing an old Van Halen tune as Al'An stared down the two fighters. |
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| ~Twilight~ | Sep 1 2008, 08:31 PM Post #86 |
Ing Freak
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OOC: Unless theres some major disagreeance, I'd say we restart the Audition from a clean slate (aka, new day :P) It was yet another day in the bar known as The Audition, with the tumult the previous day had brought with it many regulars did not arrive at their usualy times, but instead there seemed to be a new bunch of patrons. One particularly dangerous looking group seemed to be your average street or "biker" thugs, and were sitting around a table near the bardesk. However not far from those nasty looking fellows was another man, strangely dressed, with regular clothes of missmatching colors. Sitting on a barstool it was hard to see in detail, but he seemed to be a man around his mid-twenties and with a weird assortement of clothing. He wore a pair of large, baggy blue pants held up by a black belt slightly visible under a green T-shirt which itself was more or less covered by a large, ragged yellow coat. Ontop of it all he wore a red headband on his forehead that seemed to have been made from a rag, either that or his brown hair was dirty enough to make it noticable on it as well. Infront of the man was what would easiest be described as a pile of bottles, although if one looked closer they would notice they were all alcohol-less Ciders, yet the man was wobbling like if he was completely stoned. "B..Bartender..." He said with a stuttering voice as he lifted his right hand with his pointy towards the man behind the desk. The man himself, Max, just sighed as he turned to him. "Yes, George?" "I'll... Ha.. haaave ohh.. one... yeeah.." George managed to stutter out as he nearly collapsed on the desk, his eyes were still open, although without focus. His actions had attracted the attention of the others in the bar due to being prety loud, however when it seemed he had quieted down or fell asleep they turned back to their own buisness, commenting on how he could be drunk so early. With that Max went on to polishing some glasses. However after nearly finishing, and starting on the last one Max suddenly droped it when a sudden sound emanated from somewhere behind him, it was only for a moment but it was almost like dragging your nails on a chalkboard, and it seemed to have come from George. Just a second later the weird man halfly stood up from his seat as he raised his right arm above his head. "HEAR ME! Oh ye gods of light and dark, listen to my warning for the teddybear ninja is after yooo! So it has been said, so I said it, now bring the toast of the none and let us feast on the bread of our creator! There is yet time to repent, for should w-" George was cut off however by one of the thugs having grabbed his coats collar and dragged him close as the mid-thirties human stared the insane man in the face. "Ey, ya shudup or I make ya. Understand, punk!?" The man said, sounding intimidating, although any proffesional could tell he was an amateur when it came to fighting just by looking at his impractical outfit. However George seemed to be occupied by something else as he was starting at a large jeweled necklace that had caught the light of the ceiling lamp and reflected itself as a glow, unfortunately for him the necklace itself was resting on the chest of what seemed to be a female thug that was part of the gang. "EY where do ya think your lookin!? I'll kick yer arse fer that ya prick!" The man who still held onto George yelled in his face. Although suddenly George slipped out of the mans grasp as he hit the mans wrist with his left hand which was hidden completely under his yellow coat, making the man curse as he backed off a little. "I NINJA! HOOAAAYIIIHAAA" George yelled as he made a crazy pose that if anything seemed like something from a stupid ballet dancer, before he fell over backwards from losing his balance. It only took a moment then, the whole gang of thugs was over him in a second, unless the weirdly dressed man truly was a Ninja he'd need help to get out of that. OOC: Sorry if its crappy, just felt like writing SOMETHING xD |
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Oct 13 2008, 11:46 AM Post #87 |
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The door swung open, the the heavily oiled hinges still managing a low creak. Harsh yellow light swamped the bar, almost blinding several of the patrons. A small man was stood silhouetted in the doorway. Not much could be seen of him, but the patrons could still see he had a weird figure. To the left (his right) of his head, was a large lump. Because of the light it was impossible to see if it was on his back or his front. The fellow stomped a few steps forwards, and the door swung shut behind him. This time not a single creak escaped the hinges. With the door shut, the people could easily see the mans features, inparticular, what the lump was. Bulging out of a torn hole in the man's filthy shirt, was another head. It sat slumped, as if dead. Its one visible eye closed, and the rest of the face covered in sickening pustules. The pustules were present on the mans other and much livelier head. His right cheek was covered in them, but most were open and weeping. The man stared at the patrons with the sixteen bloodshot eyes below his bowler. The seventeenth, the one bulging from his forehead, gazed sightlessy at the back of the bar. He took another step foreward, raising his hands out in a gesture of love. "Sinners!" He yelled in phlegmy tone. "I have come to save you!" "Save yourself" A drunk told him as he stood up. Before the two headed man could react, the drunk had punched him in the face of his living head, knocking him out cold. Dirk awoke on the urine stained floor of the grotty bar toilet. His head was pounding, and the eye in the centre of his forehead was bleeding. He wiped away the blood and the pus from his sores with his scarf, and lay back down on the floor. Next to his head he found his hat. He sat up, with the hat on his lap, and watched the woodlice sized nits crawling around at the bottom. After awhile of watching the lice scuttle around aimlessly, he put his hat back on, feeling a satisfying crunch and got to his feet. He felt a bit dizzy, but some tap water soon sorted that out. After a quick scratch of his cheek he opened bathroom door, and upon seeing the drunk who beat him up was gone, he stepped out and walked upto the bar. "Oi! Fatso! little service here?" He croaked at the tubby man behind the bar. "What'll you 'ave?" Max the barkeep asked, ignoring the earlier insult. "Just a beer. No little umbrella, no spit, no ice, just a beer" Dirk felt annoyed that he had to tell barkeeps this. More often than not they came with the annoying little extras. They didn't detract from the taste, but they still annoyed Dirk. "Right-o, that'll be-" He broke off mid sentance, as Dirk slammed his fist down on the bar with exact amount in it. Dirk picked up the beer, inspected it, and downed half of it in one breath. He let out a loud belch, that sounded more like a toad croaking than anything human, and sat down on the stool. "So much for saving the sinners eh?" Max asked, raising his eyebrows. Edited by SaintlyTurkey, Oct 13 2008, 11:48 AM.
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