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Post by Kotone on Sept 17, 2019 15:01:52 GMT
Today marks the start of a new day, a new dawn, or, just another morning. You’ve gotten out of bed, a herculean task as it was, dressed, and now arrived at the kitchen to acquire the lifeblood of your existence, oh and some breakfast, too. But as important as breakfast may be, and it is incredibly important, there is another matter that you must attend to first. Today was the day that you had decided upon giving yourself a brand spanking new name.
And what, pray tell, was that name again? |
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Post by venchi on Sept 17, 2019 16:50:42 GMT
Lazyass
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Post by TC on Sept 17, 2019 18:23:55 GMT
The majestic name of 'Deadeyed Punk'
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Post by Guest on Sept 17, 2019 21:23:35 GMT
Insufferable Prick
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Post by Kotone on Sept 17, 2019 23:14:54 GMT
>> Be Named << You feel as if you should have worn the clown shoes today, because clearly you're part of some elaborate joke. Theses are not so much names but rather descriptors. Not that they're entirely wrong in what they describe, which you suppose might be impressive on it's own, you are very much a prick after all, but that's besides the point. Now, let's try to recall who you are and not what you are. |
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Post by HarlotHarleen on Sept 18, 2019 18:10:20 GMT
Charlie
Or for a more abnormal and quirky name? Zero
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Post by Kotone on Sept 20, 2019 18:34:46 GMT
>> Charlie << You like that name, Charlie. It's short, it's simple. People won't know if it means you're a Charles or a Charlotte. Just how you like it. A good name.
Your name is CHARLIE and you are currently in the BIG HOUSE shared by you and three others. It's morning. It's Breakfast Time as far as your stomach is concerned. There are voices seeping into the kitchen from other rooms, chatter of the housemates who like waking up in the morning and have probably been awake for a few hours already. Your stomach growls in harmony with the melody of violence outside.
What do you do? |
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Post by an0n0un0nm0use on Sept 20, 2019 23:59:57 GMT
Eat some Cheerios. :^)
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Post by Adrian on Sept 21, 2019 2:43:40 GMT
Gaze out the world through your window while eating
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Post by Kotone on Sept 21, 2019 5:05:03 GMT
>> Eat some Cheerios << You pour a generous amount of Cheerios into your cereal bowl, letting some spill over the top. It's a rather tasteless and bland cereal, but at least it doesn't have nearly as questionable of an origin story as cornflakes, so you suppose you can let the dull flavor slide. Once the bowl had reached it's maximum level of cheerio's it could contain, you pour in a large helping of coffee. Can't go eating it dry.>> Gaze Out the Window << Ah yes, the great window at the end of the counter. It's small, but lets in enough light during the day that not ALL the kitchen lights need to be on, and sometimes you get to see good fights through it.
 You allow your gaze and attention wander to the thin glass barrier separating you from the outside world. Through the wondrous transparent surface, you see much and yet so little.
You see the dual apartment complex right across the street, with it's many broken windows. You see the shadow of one of the tenants in their apartment. Some stranger soars across the dim sky, probably on their way to work if the suit and tie was any sign. You see some teenagers swaggering down the road, doing whatever it is that teens without jobs or responsibilities do here at this time of day.
Across the street between the apartments you see the Deadman's Alley. Usually the location of fights and asskicking at night and less-frequent muggings at day.
: AAAAAHHH!!
 A scream cuts through the air from farther within the house. Your neck gives an audible crack as you snap your head in the direction of the kitchen door, spoon left forgotten in your mouth for a moment, cereal and coffee clinging to your bared cheek. Your hackles are raised. You're sure you're going to feel the neck pain later. |
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Post by Adrian on Sept 23, 2019 4:35:46 GMT
> Pocket Coffee Grounds For Later
> Proceed To Investigate
((Also I like the dissonance between inside the house and what we saw out the window))
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Post by Kotone on Sept 24, 2019 20:27:58 GMT
>> Pocket Coffee Grounds <<
It's way to fuckingearlyforthisbullshit
Whoever'sstartingcrapalreadyisgonnafuckindietoday
Like the completely reasonable and logical young adult that you are, you grab a handful of coffee grounds right from the bag and stuff them into the pocket of your sweatshirt. You're calm, the absolute definition of calm, no eye twitching or even glowing eyes of violent impulses, nor have the spines on your flesh begun to rise as an indicator of your sudden mood change, tearing through your hoodie.
You're calm, and can handle whatever fuckingbullshitthisis in a calm manner.
Inventory Updated: 4/5 slots full
>>Proceed to Investigate<<
You calmly storm out of the kitchen into the vast hall of the Big House, the halls tremble with gratitude that there was no door blocking your exit for it would have certainly been kicked right off its hinges for even trying to hinder you. You scan through the bright colors of the walls and floor, from the numerous tacky photos and paintings.
As you begin your search, realize you don't really know where in the house the scream came from, only that it was most certainly on this floor by how close the scream sounded. |
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Post by venchi on Sept 25, 2019 20:07:41 GMT
Calmly barge into the room closest to you
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Post by Kotone on Sept 29, 2019 6:42:47 GMT
>> Calmly barge into the room closest to you <<
The closest room to your person was one of the Big House's studies. You consider your entrance calm enough, seeing as you didn't kick the door completely off it's hinges. Besides, even with how utterly calm you are right now, you have to assert your dominance with little shows of force. It does make a loud sound as it hits the wall behind it. You fill your lungs with air before uttering your one demand.
Charlie: What the fuck is going on?
Charlie: Oh.
Charlies: It's you.
You're not sure whether to be disappointed or assured by the sight that meets you. Instead of some burglar, trespasser, assassin, or other individual breaking in with whom you could thoroughly kick the ass off, it's just two of your housemates. The two young women have made a mess of the small room with all the papers littering it, and one of those portable whiteboard markers toppled over on one of them.
A part of you wants to know what the fuck is going on. A bigger part of you wants to remain as involved with whatever mess this is as possible.
Girl One: Well, hello there, handsome.
Girl One: Come here often.
Charlie:...
Charlie:...I live here.
Girl Two: So you're not going to get this off of me?
Girl Two: Just going to flirt?
Girl Two: Okay. that's cool, I guess. |
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Post by venchi on Sept 30, 2019 12:33:27 GMT
Flirt back Ask what is going on
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Post by Adrian on Oct 1, 2019 14:47:22 GMT
Pull the board off the second girl.
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Post by Kotone on Oct 6, 2019 18:49:04 GMT
>> Flirt back <<
 ... Charlie: Hello to you, as well,
Charlie: You're looking
Charlie: normal... todayYou don't actually know how to flirt. This is super uncomfortable for everyone involved. Let's just move on before things get even more uncomfortable than a bed of needles- wait that sounds kind of nice, you should invest in buying one when you have the chance.
>> Pull the board off the second girl. <<
>> Ask what is going on << It's pretty easy to pull the portable whiteboard off of her, and soon enough she's pushing herself up.
Charlie: Your wings okay?
G2: They're sore but that's about it.
G2: Your clothes are all ripped.
Charlie: Of course they are. Spiky-spiny things tear through clothes
Charlie: I'll send them over to Spinesta for repairs later.
Charlie: I think the important thing is what the hell are you two doing?
G1: Preparing for our segment on the news today.
G1: Giving a speech to an entire city isn't easy, you know.
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Post by TC on Oct 8, 2019 21:33:10 GMT
Charlie > Recall your companions' names
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Post by Kotone on Oct 13, 2019 1:20:39 GMT
>> Charlie > Recall your companions' names <<
 Names, names... just what were their names again? You're a God-Awful person for sure, have to be to wind up here, but you're not so terrible of a person that you don't know their names.
Ah, that's right. Of course, their names are-
Penny: Seriously? 'Clowngirl'?
Elizabeth: Fuck you.
Well, you just pissed the girls off. |
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Post by Moving right along on Oct 13, 2019 23:02:11 GMT
Ask how preparing a news segment involves someone getting crushed by a writing board.
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Post by venchi on Oct 15, 2019 6:04:18 GMT
Apologize for getting their names wrong and tell Penny you like clowns
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Post by Kotone on Oct 15, 2019 23:09:44 GMT
>> Apologize for getting their names wrong and tell Penny you like clowns <<You give them a quick, brief apology for misnaming them, though you think that your names are better. That bit, you keep to yourself for obvious reasons. Then, you turn your attention to Penny, giving a thumbs up even if your expression and tone stay unchanged. Charlie: It's not that bad of a name.
Charlie: Few things I like more than a clown.
Penny: ...Like...?(Penny: Elizabeth, where's the nearest clown school?)
(Elizabeth: You're already named after him, don't become him, I'm begging you.)
Penny's pigtails sag downwards after a whispered conversation with Elizabeth. Looks marginally better, less 'stabs you with hair' vibe to them that way.
>> Ask how preparing a news segment involves someone getting crushed by a writing board. <<Charlie: Anyways.
Charlie: What part of preparing for being on the news includes being attacked by whiteboards?
Penny: Oh, that?
Penny: We were working on practicing what we're going to say,
Penny: Then Elizabeth went to turn on the radio, but she stumbled after bumping into the chair
Penny: After that she completely lost her footing on some of the papers on the ground.
Penny: Aaaand crashed into the whiteboard.
Penny: It was a spectacular sight, honestly.
Elizabeth: It wasn't that funny.
Charlie: You were going for the radio? That old thing?
Charlie: Were you guys going to listen to some music or something?
Elizabeth: I thought if we listened to a little of the morning news, we'd,
Elizabeth: Well, we'd be able to gauge what kind of things we'd be going against.
Charlie: Huh
Charlie: Not a terrible idea.
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Post by Adrian on Oct 16, 2019 2:26:03 GMT
Well, Charlie. The girls wanted to listen to the radio's news show, so let's be a gentleman and turn that little thing on for them.
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Post by Kotone on Oct 18, 2019 2:57:50 GMT
>> The girls wanted to listen to the radio’s news show, so let’s be a gentleman and turn that little thing on for them. << Charlie: How is it that of all things Charlie: You make turning on the radio such a difficult task?
As if to emphasize the point, you make your way to the bookshelf where the old-timey radio sits and fiddle with the dials until you’ve got it working.
As if to emphasize the point, you make your way to the bookshelf where the old-timey radio sits and fiddle with the dials until you’ve got it working. A familiar jingle comes out from it before the hosts begin speaking.
Host 1: Aaaand we’re back! I hope everyone enjoyed the break, we sure did!
Host 2: Not sure what there is to enjoy about cold coffee, but you do you!
Host 1: Easy now, Hyde.
Host 1: As everyone is very much well aware, we had our most recent culling last week.
Hyde: A very bloody event, eh, Jekyll? Twenty-four hours of pure terror and chaos
Hyde: With carnage and blood on the streets as the Fallen Angels do some good old fashioned population control.
Jekyll: It was a wild night, pity the poor fools caught outside during it.
Jekyll: And of those poor fools...
Jekyll: The final death toll has been verified with a little over two hundred dead.
Hyde: That few? Must have been an off day for the Fallen. Or perhaps our sinister king thought to go easy on us this time.
Hyde: But in the wake of the cull, death tolls continue to rise as gangs fight in an attempt to expand their territory.
Hyde: Most of the powerhouses of the Underworld have been content to stay in their own turfs, however. So expect action from the minor league only.
 Jekyll: Up next we'll have some on-scene reporting amidst the middle of a battle downtown in the fifth ring.
Jekyll: And later this afternoon we have an exclusive interview with the devilspawn herself over her latest project.
Jekyll: Boy do I hope it's better than her last one.
Hyde: If it's anything like the last time we've had her on here,
Hyde: Then I can guarantee that it'll be a good laugh for everyone.
Charlie: I see they haven't forgotten about the...
Charlie: ...last fiasco.
Penny: We don't talk about the last one. |
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Post by Tophat of Doom on Oct 19, 2019 5:54:24 GMT
Charlie> Offer to do the gentlemanly thing, and go over to the radio station and perform some facial reconstructions.
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