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Will Willowfeather Awesomeness Incarnate Posts: 804 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted August 4th, 2008 06:53 PM   IP              Greg turned back to see four or five employees staring at him, all with the giggles. "What?" he asked, glaring back at them. Nobody responded until Taylor came up and put a tentacle around his shoulder. "My friend, there comes a time in every squid's life when he must stop propulsing and settle down with a la-" He was abruptly cut off by the broad side of Greg's hand making impact to his mantle. "Don't say that," The other employees were snickering vigorously. Greg said two words. "Shut. Up." The group stopped. Greg thanked them, gave Taylor a band aid, and took the next order. I have a lot of cool chars. Check my thread.
Dragonfire I have 200 freaking posts! Posts: 205 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted August 4th, 2008 07:19 PM   IP              "I'm sorry to disturb you, but your time is up." the nurse at Cabrini Medical Center and Emergency Room said to the two teen anthros in Room 302. The boy, Blaze, a falcon anthro just like his twin sister, nodded and woke up his sister, Kay, who had been snoozing in a chair next to the bed. The occupant was patient 2889-E, or their grandfather. They walked quietly out, taking one last glance at their grandfather before leaving the room. First Mom and Dad, now Granddad. Why them? Blaze thoughr miserably. They exited the hospital, and where quiet for a few minutes. Then Kay said, "Lets to the Starbucks. We'll be back in a couple of hours, okay?" Blaze just nodded. She rolled her eyes, then nudged him down the street. "He'll be okay." she murmered. "He's seen worse. Blaze just said. "Let's go." So they trudgred rather forlornly to the Starbucks. (Edited by Dragonfire) If you catch a tiger by the toe, you will find yourself minus a hand
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted August 5th, 2008 10:17 AM   IP              Brushing past a pair of falcons, Traveler entered Cabrini. "Hit by a car," he explained briefly to the nurse who hurried over. Within moments a stretcher had been brought and the Jack was hurried away. "So, we might as well stick around until we know he's alright," he said, now addressing Jasmine. "I mean, it's not like we have anywhere to go to." Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
thefrenchhornguy Dedicated Roleplayer Posts: 71 Registered: May 2008  Posted August 5th, 2008 10:28 AM   IP              Jack flickered in and out of consciousness, the events around him a blur. He later vaguely remembered an oxygen mask being fitted over has face, a woman in scrubs barking out orders across the room and smiling encouragingly at him. He vaguely remembered that sick, sinking feeling as the anesthesia mask was lowered over his face and he rapidly began to lose control. He drifted further and further into the darkness until he could feel no more. "I'm not sad. I'm complicated. Chicks dig that." - House, M.D.
Dragonfire I have 200 freaking posts! Posts: 205 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted August 5th, 2008 10:39 AM   IP              Blaze and Kay walked into the Starbucks, looking rather depressed. Kay took the orders."I'd like a vanilla frappacino, and a mocha latte please." She sat down next to Blaze, who was starting of into space again. "He'll be okay, don't be such a worrywart." she chided. Blaze just shrugged. Oh boy, here we go again! "Just snap out of it, okay! You're not doing yourself any good by acting like a wet blanket!" Kay realized she had beem shouting, and people were staring. She sunk back into her seat, face red. Great. He's depressed and I'm making a fool of myself in public. Just great. If you catch a tiger by the toe, you will find yourself minus a hand
thefrenchhornguy Dedicated Roleplayer Posts: 71 Registered: May 2008  Posted August 5th, 2008 06:39 PM   IP              Jack awoke to a room full of white. White chairs, white walls, white floors, even a white vase full of white flowers. Only the stems were green. He was laying in a bed with white sheets, and he could guess there was a white pillow beneath his head. He turned to look but was halted by a spasm of pain that coursed through the muscles in his back. He didn't try to move again. One question nagged him, though he tried his best to ignore it. Where the hell am I? He opened his mouth. His throat was dry, but he managed to call out. A short, blond nurse hurried into the room, all smiles. She bent over and he could smell her perfume, something that smelled vaguely like citrus and ammonia. He wrinkled his nose. "You need anything?" she asked sweetly, her smile broadening even more. "No, no. I just wanted to ask you...um, whe-where am I?" "You're in a hospital, honey." Holy hell...I'm in a hospital...what the... and then it came back to him. Walking out of the coffee shop. Down the road. Being followed. A sharp turn. A blue SUV. Shooting pains, and then nothing. Perfect darkness. "But then who brought me here? I don't remember anything after the car." The nurse pondered for a moment, "Um, they didn't give their names. It was a fox and some kind of dog." "A jackal?" "If you say so. I never was very good with animals." Oh my God... "Anything else you need, sweetie?" Jack didn't answer. "I'm not sad. I'm complicated. Chicks dig that." - House, M.D.
Mylo More Arrogant than You Posts: 42014 Registered: Feb 2007  Posted August 9th, 2008 09:58 AM   IP              ((Hah. I thought you said shooting pants instead of shooting pains.)) Gene went up to Greg at the counter, waiting until the line was empty to approach. "Is there anything I can do for a little bit of cash around here? Rent's due soon, you know." Looking behind him, more people entered the 'bucks. He put on his best pitiful expression, slouching a bit on the counter, as he waited. I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
Will Willowfeather Awesomeness Incarnate Posts: 804 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted August 11th, 2008 11:10 AM   IP              "Gene, I can't believe you. Why don't you get a job and go to college or something?" Greg smiled slightly as he talked. He looked around, and didn't particularly see anything that could be done. He looked around some more, and asked Taylor, "Does anything need to be done around here at all?" Taylor shook his mantle. Greg smiled and picked up his textbook. "Ok, here's what you can do," he told Gene. The textbook smashed into the espresso machine, twice. The machine was spurting out hot coffee in several directions by the time Greg was through. "Fix it, and I'll give you like, 30 bucks..." Greg said, fishing around in his apron for tips. I have a lot of cool chars. Check my thread.
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted August 11th, 2008 06:20 PM   IP              ((I like Greg.)) Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
thefrenchhornguy Dedicated Roleplayer Posts: 71 Registered: May 2008  Posted August 11th, 2008 09:43 PM   IP              ((So do I. All your characters are cool actually. Makes mine look really lame. I noticed I tend to lean towards characters with emotional problems and horrid childhoods.)) "I'm not sad. I'm complicated. Chicks dig that." - House, M.D.
Will Willowfeather Awesomeness Incarnate Posts: 804 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted August 11th, 2008 10:25 PM   IP              ((Thanks... ~soaks in praise~)) I have a lot of cool chars. Check my thread.
Mylo More Arrogant than You Posts: 42014 Registered: Feb 2007  Posted August 12th, 2008 07:14 AM   IP              ((Dude. And Frenchy, no. We need variety. Thus, different things for different peoples. My character's looking kinda lame right now next to Greg.)) "They won't let me into college 'cause I don't have a job and can't pay for it, and nobody wants to give me a job 'cause I've never been to college. Catch-22." Gene looked around. One old lady in the Starbucks had taken out her purple umbrella to block the raining caffeine. "Besides," He added, amused, "I've always got people like you who are willing to smash corporate property to give me a break. I'll fix it if you'll let me behind the bar and wear one of those cool green aprons." I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
Will Willowfeather Awesomeness Incarnate Posts: 804 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted August 12th, 2008 10:27 AM   IP              (( I'm so special!!!)) "Fine, take an apron, but only wear it when you're behind the bar," The bar swung open allowing Gene entrance. Greg put his textbook under his apron. The spouting had become a little worse. Greg smiled smugly as he walked up to the old woman, who was currently the only patron, and showed her the door. He flipped the switch on the neon sign from 'OPEN' to 'CLOSED' Greg sat down on a table and saw Taylor, who was shocked. "No!!!" he cried as sparks flew from his precious machine. His mantle turned to Gene. "If you can't fix it I will lose my job, and you may lose your-" Greg interrupted him. "Taylor, maybe you should pay him, because I only have 3 dollars in tips, and I need to keep up my rent. It's your machine anyways..." Greg started smiling. Taylor walked behind the machines into the back room and pulled our several toolboxes. He grumbled as he walked away. I have a lot of cool chars. Check my thread.
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted August 12th, 2008 02:13 PM   IP              It had been several hours, and though the hospital lobby was a step above his usual dumpster bed, Traveler was getting fidgety. Glancing over at Jasmine (who was lying spread-eagled on the lobby floor and basking in the stares like they were rays of sunshine) to make sure she was okay, he got up and approached the nurse behind the check-in desk. "Excuse me, ma'am. Do you know anything about how the man hit by a car is doing?" She opened up the patient log and asked, "Can you tell me his name?" He shook his head. "I brought him in about three hours ago, but I don't actually know him." She glanced down the list of car victims and nodded. "His ID said Jack O'Brien. Right now his condition is stable, but he's in a lot of pain. We'll let you know when they open his room to visitors." Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
Dragonfire I have 200 freaking posts! Posts: 205 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted August 15th, 2008 02:56 PM   IP              After drinking their caffinated beverages, Blaze and Kay exited the Starbucks. Kay checked her watch. "Okay, we can go back for another hour before they close his room to visitors. Lets go." Blaze nodded and they powerwalked back to the hospital. Once they got there, they walked to the nurse in the lobby, passing a couple of canine anthros sitting nervously in a couple of the plastic booths. "We're here to see Adrian Hunter will you let us in?." Asked Kay. "Lets see..." the nurse scrolled down the patient log. "Hunter...Hunter... oh dear... The nurse sighed and adressed the two anxious teen anthros. "He's taken a turn for the worse. I'm afraid that the doctors are requesting that he has no visitors. I'm sorry." Blaze stared ahead with stony eyes. "I see. We'll just wait here." He sat down across from the two canine anthros. If he dies, what will we do? He takes care of us? Whats going to happen? Blaze thought hopelessly. If you catch a tiger by the toe, you will find yourself minus a hand
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted August 17th, 2008 03:03 PM   IP              As Traveler returned to his chilly plastic seat, the automatic doors slid open and an attractive Middle Eastern woman in a business suit entered. Giving only a cursory glance at the jackal on the floor, she retired to the furthest seat in the room, where she opened a sleek black laptop. The click of keys filled the room, accompanied by her soft murmurs into her Bluetooth. Jasmine stopped dead in the middle of an imaginary snow angel. Before Traveler had even noticed she was up, she had scrambled across the room, seized him by the wrist, and taken off down the hallway marked Trauma Ward. “Jas, what the hell?” She didn’t slow, didn’t stop, just kept running, glancing in through each window. Suddenly she braked, flung open a door, and shoved Traveler in, slamming it closed behind them. The fox waved weakly to Jack. “She does this sometimes. I’m not really sure what goes on in her whuff- ow!” Jasmine had picked him up from where he sprawled on the tiles and slammed him against the door, reinforcing the stay command with a little shove. “Alright, alright. Jesus, what’s gotten into you?” She paid him no attention, but started to go around the room unscrewing every light bulb and unplugging everything from the sockets. “Hey, that’s medical stuff… Jasmine!” Crossing the room, Traveler grabbed the girl by the shoulders and shook her. “Jasmine, for Chrissake stop it. I am so sorry,” he apologized to Jack, “she’s usually not nearly this ill-behaved.” He stooped to plug the heart meter back in, but as soon as the prongs touched their socket, a loud fzzzt split the air and Traveler was blown across the room, slamming into the far wall and slumping at its base. Jasmine ran to his side, made sure he was only unconscious, and fished a knife out of his pocket. She jammed it into the keyhole of the doorknob and twisted, snapping the blade. Only then did she acknowledge Jack, staring at him while she panted, pressed against the door. Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
thefrenchhornguy Dedicated Roleplayer Posts: 71 Registered: May 2008  Posted August 24th, 2008 10:31 AM   IP              Jack watched with detached amusement and frank surprise as his rescuers burst into the room, and proceeded to tear it apart. The jackal unplugged his heart meter, and practically everything else in the room, while the fox scrambled frantically around trying to calm her, shouting frantic apologies at Jack. A thin smile played across his lips; he almost laughed. “Jasmine, for Chrissake stop it. I am so sorry,” the fox apologized, “she’s usually not nearly this ill-behaved.” He bent over to plug the heart meter back in, but electricity surged from the socket and sent him flying across the room. He slumped against the wall. The smiled flickered off Jack's face and he leaped from his bed, only to crash to the floor, his casts cracking as he hit. "Shit!" ((Ugh. I posted horribly...)) "I'm not sad. I'm complicated. Chicks dig that." - House, M.D.
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted August 24th, 2008 06:57 PM   IP              ((But you posted! HahaHA!)) ((...an now I have no idea how to reply. My only sane character is unconscious and for all Jasmine cares you can just lie there.)) Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
Mylo More Arrogant than You Posts: 42014 Registered: Feb 2007  Posted August 25th, 2008 05:42 AM   IP              ((Maybe she could shush him, or something, to get him to keep quiet. For practicality, and irony. I wrote something with this, but then I clicked something and lost the whole thing. I'll retype it later.)) I don't care what everyone says about me as long as it isn't true - Capote
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted September 6th, 2008 10:43 PM   IP              "Sockets, no..." Traveler mumbled, rubbing his head as he propped himself against the wall sitting. "The hell." Jack's plight caught his attention. "Oh, Jesus. Here, lemme help you- ow, ow." He sat back down. "Jasmine, can you help Mr. O'Brien back into his bed?" "Jasmine?" "Jasmine...?" Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
thefrenchhornguy Dedicated Roleplayer Posts: 71 Registered: May 2008  Posted September 22nd, 2008 09:16 AM   IP              "Your crazy friend flew out the door. Probably off screwing with some guy's respirator." Jack made a halfhearted attempt to drag himself forward before collapsing once again. (Edited by thefrenchhornguy) "I'm not sad. I'm complicated. Chicks dig that." - House, M.D.
evilcuteness PWNful Posts: 469 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted September 23rd, 2008 12:16 PM   IP              ((Ok, my little guys need to make a reappearance.)) Pristine watched hungrily as one of the guys in the Starbucks went behind the counter and began to fix the spewing machine. Her stomach growled loudly and she frowned, staring down at it. I have no money, no mother, and have both myself and a baby brother to feed. An orphanage may sound like a refuge for now, but we could be separated. Or worse, stuck there forever. Pristine glanced down at Crest sadly. What a sad life he's living. At least I can remember Dad. The tears formed silently and fell onto Crest's face softly before Pristine could stop them. Crest woke up quietly and stared up into his older sister's face. Pristine hugged the little guy close to her. "Sis....ter?" The word could have been just the humming of the machines in the coffee shop, but Pristine knew that Crest had said something. She pulled the child away from her shoulder and set him on her lap. "What?" she asked. Crest repeated, "Sis-ter." The tears came again in Pristine's eyes. It was Crest's first word.
Monkyman640 Not-as-New Guy Posts: 33 Registered: Jan 2009  Posted January 9th, 2009 04:04 PM   IP              Keto jumped when he heard the noise. He spun around and ran towards the commotion. Not another one he thought. I will not stand by and watch another die. As he ran towards the racket, he mentally went over his checklist. Katana. Check. Shurikens. Check. He launched himself towards the wall as he rounded the corner. I’ll save you, Kisoke!! he thought as he ran on the side of the wall and drove his katana to the hilt in the attacker’s chest. He was gone before the sound of the gun hitting the ground died. He didn't even hear the gasp of suprise or the scream of terror. ((read my character post please!!!!)) these are awsome songs:this one and this one
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted January 9th, 2009 08:26 PM   IP              (('scuse me, Monkyman640, but this one died a while ago. It's still hanging around, but as of right now no one plays in it.)) Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
evilcuteness PWNful Posts: 469 Registered: Oct 2007  Posted January 10th, 2009 04:31 PM   IP              ((I'll do it! No one else may do it, but I'll try!)) Pristine wiped away her tears and walked up to the counter of the Starbucks, carrying Crest. "Er..... excuse me? Um...." her voice trailed off as she looked for a name tag. She spotted one and said the name, "Uh, Greg?" She waited, hoping this could work. She would not be separated from Crest or go to an orphanage. She needed a job. ((By the way, welcome to the Lair, Monkeyman640! I hope that you can try to have an enjoyable experience here even though it's kinda dead. -echo-))
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted January 11th, 2009 12:25 PM   IP              Jasmine shook her head, as if to chase away an unpleasant thing, and obediently helped pick Jack up off the floor, transferring him to the bed. "Leader is displeased, Aasmaa." A lightly accented woman's voice came from behind the door in flawless English. "You'll get out of town if you know what's good for your friends. We'll see you at JFK tomorrow by 6am for the flight out, and it will all be very pleasant. Or... we can see you later, and perhaps it won't be so nice." "Jas... what the hell, Jas," Traveler mumbled. "Whosshe?" The click of heels going down the hallway and away from the door was his only answer. Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
thefrenchhornguy Dedicated Roleplayer Posts: 71 Registered: May 2008  Posted January 11th, 2009 01:01 PM   IP              "What the hell..." Jack murmured, dumbfounded. He looked all about the room for the source of the mysterious voice, but it, like its speaker, had vanished. Silence hung in the air, and he felt cold and alone. "Nurse..." he whispered, "Nurse. Nurse!" "I'm not sad. I'm complicated. Chicks dig that." - House, M.D.
Monkyman640 Not-as-New Guy Posts: 33 Registered: Jan 2009  Posted January 11th, 2009 04:32 PM   IP              Keto sat in the corner of the abandoned house that now served as his home. He couldn’t believe it. I tried to save Kisoke again he thought. He got up and walked out onto the street. He wandered aimlessly for hours before finding himself in front of another building. He heard someone on the phone say, “... this time tomorrow thousands of Americans will be dead.” Keto froze. His hand immediately went to the katana that he had left at his house. Instead, he found his bag of shurikens. As he readied himself to break down the door he heard a voice say… ((Thanks evilcuteness)) (Edited by Monkyman640) these are awsome songs:this one and this one
Rayu Moderator Posts: 1919 Registered: Sep 2007  Posted January 12th, 2009 09:05 PM   IP              ((Waitwait. I need to reveal something here, because we have a misunderstanding. The woman who just threatened us at the hospital is with the people who will be responsible for 9/11. As such, it isn't a sure thing- they'll only go forward if we don't cooperate. It's a display of power.)) Underground keeper of the keyboard of stuck vowel keys.
Monkyman640 Not-as-New Guy Posts: 33 Registered: Jan 2009  Posted January 13th, 2009 10:44 AM   IP              ((read my last post does it work?)) "Uh, sir? What are doing?" Keto slowly turned around. One of New York's finest was standing behind him with one hand on his gun and the other on his radio. The cop was looking at him kind of weirdly. Keto smiled. He understood that he was dressed a little weirdly ((read my character post)). Suddenly, the cop took a step back. Keto realized that he had not left his ninja-tos at the house. How could this get any worse? he thought. Then the door opened. ((Anyone want to be the terroist? You can powerplay my character as long as he doesn't die, kill the cop, or become seriously injured)). these are awsome songs:this one and this one
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