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Post by Kotone on Oct 20, 2019 2:09:27 GMT
Hyde: It's a wonder that she's even coming back after the last one.
Hyde: It's gutsy, I guess, but I don't think I'd be able to bare my face anywhere again if I were her.
Jekyll: Always returning for more punishment, though. that's a true glutton.
Jekyll: I think we all remember the last Great Idea she shared with us on show.
Jekyll: Still not sure where the unicorns came from, but boy, it was it humiliating.
 Hyde: Its a wonder she's survived this long with what a joke she's become.
Hyde: We all had hopes and fears she'd end up like her folks, but she's as far from them as possible!
Hyde: She's such a sweetheart, the kindest I've ever met.
Hyde: Makes you wonder how her family and friends can stand it.Jekyll: I know that if I had a kid that ended up like her I'd just-BZZZT The station comes to an abrupt halt of static and cracking as you drive one of your knives right into the radio, silencing Jekyll and Hyde, the hard plastic of the outer shell crumbles under your force, and for extra measure you tore off one of the dials just to keep it unusable. The result in wonderful silence and the number of knives in your inventory dropping to two instead of three. >> Charlie> Offer to do the gentlemanly thing, and go over to the radio station and perform some facial reconstructions. <<
 Without a word, you turn on your heel and start marching towards the door. Your blood feels like it's come to a boil, your teeth grind and gnash under your mask as you try to recall the directions to Jekyll and Hydes news station.
You can put up with a lot of bullshit, you've had to do so for most of your life and have come to expect nothing but shit from the people around you, with the exception of those you've surrounded yourself with. At this point in life, you've very few lines. Two... two and a half, to be honest. Fucking with your friends like this? Insulting them, mocking them, talking shit about them like this? Yeah, that's not something you like to let be.
Penny: Charlie?
Penny: Where are you going?
Charlie: I'm going to do you two a favor and rearrange those two pretentious talk show shitlords faces.
Charlie: Bat or knife, which would you prefer? Or maybe a hammer.Elizabeth: How about... instead of turning us all into hypocrites and even bigger jokes
Elizabeth: by, you know, breaking the one rule that actually matters
Elizabeth: You can go and take some breakfast to Garth's room?  Charlie: ... Okay.Charlie: I'll get changed into some tear-free clothes too. I don't like how breezy the back is.(Penny: It's not that what the newsmen were saying didn't hurt at all)
(Penny: but, I kind of like when Charlie gets like this, its kind of...)
(Penny: Was Charlie like this back before you two arrived?)
(Elizabeth: More like I was the one they'd be marching over to stab)
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Breakfast sounds good
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Post by Breakfast sounds good on Oct 22, 2019 7:41:33 GMT
Charlie> Maybe you could finish your breakfast too.
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Post by Kotone on Oct 23, 2019 2:39:25 GMT
>> Charlie > Maybe you could finish your breakfast too. <<
That's right, you're own breakfast was interrupted when Penny and Elizabeth decided to have a disaster party in the study.
Your bowl of coffee-drowned cereal is still on the kitchen table, and just to keep things fresh, you pour in the handful of coffee grounds you pocketed when you left. It keeps the flavor strong. Even though the flakes have gotten pretty soggy, the coffee is still steaming hot, too. Perfectly delightful.
You pull your mask down to hang around your neck, can't let it obscure your mouth hole while you eat. The kitchen is a bit chillier than the study, so your back feels a little cold, but you don't mind, the coffee will warm you right back up real soon.
Welp. Time to chow down.
Once done and your face had been wiped clean of any excess cereal, you slid your mask back on. There, perfect. You've gone and had your breakfast, your morning bowl of coffee, and now your morning is set to begin, even if you had a bump in the usual routine thanks to the girls. Ah, well, you should be used to nothing going as planned by now. At least you got to finish eating.
Speaking of eating, you need to get Garths food ready. Don't want to wait too long, he tends to get cranky when he's hungry.
It doesn't take long to get prepped. You toss your bowl and spoon in the sink to soak and pull a few pans pulled from the cupboards. Food is taken from the fridge, and you have things ready to go. After some time the air smells delicious as you have bacon and eggs sizzling seductively on the stovetop, if you hadn't already had your cereal, you might have started drooling.
The counter has become a little cluttered while you've been cooking, however. Filled up with everything you've already got done for him; a good handful of ham and sausage, as well as a half-dozen slices of toast and a full carton of milk. Another minute or so and the eggs and bacon should be done, too.
Breakfast is always tricky, though, so you're not sure if this is going to be enough to keep him full until lunch. Well, if he's still hungry later, you'll just whip him up something to snack on until it's time for lunch. Maybe you can give him these clothes, too, when you change into a different outfit. |
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Post by More food then? on Oct 23, 2019 10:52:18 GMT
Charlie> Make some more breakfast by carving some stupid talk show presenters out of fruit.
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Post by Kotone on Oct 23, 2019 23:17:31 GMT
>> Charlie> Make some more breakfast by carving some stupid talk show presenters out of fruit. <<
You grab a couple of melonish fruits from the fridge. Got to make sure he has a well rounded breakfast, and there's nothing quite like fruit that can top a meal off. A thought comes to your mind from some ethereal voice from beyond. Stabbing news reporters is apparently frowned upon, go figure.
You need something else to let out this anger you got boiling inside of you, and might as well carve up a proxy, right?
It takes a little bit of time and various kitchen knives, but you carve into the melons with precision until you've got two faces showing inside the juicy fruit. You're good with a knife, so you're fairly proud of the accuracy of your melon art. The faces of Jekyll and Hyde stare back at you from their fruit effigys, ready to be crushed and devoured once you hand this off to Garth.
And so, you've completed breakfast with two terrible melon carvings to top it all off. |
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Post by venchi on Oct 25, 2019 5:51:27 GMT
Time to deliver to this Garth
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Post by Kotone on Oct 25, 2019 18:22:56 GMT
>> Time to Deliver to Garth <<
You add the food to a cart to make transportation easier as you begin rolling it to the bedroom of your third and final housemate. You pass by Elisabeth's room on the way, marked by the blue sign with E on it. It was Penny's idea, really, but each of you have your claimed rooms labeled with a sign and initials. The house being so big, there are plenty of rooms- many of which are currently empty for the most part, and so she thought it'd be easier for everyone to find their rooms.
You think it's a silly idea, how hard is it to remember which room is your own? But, they liked it so you went along with it.
Garths room in particular is at the end of the hall and so you come upon it at the end of your journey. Marked by the red G sign, even without the sign, the cracks and scratches on the door would signify the owner well enough.
You give a brief knock.
Charlie: Coming in!
Garths room is rather empty. Furniture consists of two dressers and a single lamp. A pile of clothes sits on the floor and- wait that's one of your old masks in it, huh, you've wondered were it's been. The room is dark save for the light of two candles.
To be honest, you don't like this room. Nothing against Garth, but the skull obsession is offputting. He used to have a lot more, but Penny made him get rid of the broken and damaged skulls. Which is good, otherwise you wouldn't be able to get two steps in without stepping on bones.
Charlie: Garth? You in here?
Charlie: Rise and shine you giant baby, I got food. |
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Post by Plop! on Oct 27, 2019 6:43:15 GMT
Garth> Drop down from the ceiling and land on the pile of clothes.
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Post by Adrian on Oct 27, 2019 21:08:48 GMT
Charlie>> if it looks empty then what better time is there to snoop in someone’s room??
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Post by Kotone on Nov 1, 2019 18:36:45 GMT
>> Charlie>> if it looks empty then what better time is there to snoop in someone’s room? <<
>> Garth > Drop Down from the Ceiling and land in the pile of clothes <<
You really shouldn't go snooping in other people's rooms. But, honestly, who the fuck cares if you do or don't? Not like you expect to find anything raunchy here. Even so, you abandon the cart of food by a wall and begin to walk deeper into the dark room with no sign of Garth to be found.
There's your old mask, you haven't seen this bastard in almost a year. Of course it'd be in here. Though, you're not too sure you want to keep it when it's been sitting in a pile that's included undergarments and other clothes, at least if you do wear it again, it's going to be after some serious cleaning and sanitation.
There's a muffled thump behind you.
You turn around and- oh. Well, there he is. It's craning your neck to look at him, but...
Charlie: Good morning to you too.
Garth: *Growls*
The eyes glow, all three locked on you, as if contemplating what to do, if you're a threat or not this morning. His fur bristles slightly, the four wings ruffle and he just opens his mouth enough to let out another low growl. |
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Post by TC on Nov 2, 2019 4:46:26 GMT
Wow Garth is tall. Boop that bony nose, Charlie, boop it.
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Post by Kotone on Nov 6, 2019 4:46:40 GMT
>> Wow, Garth is tall <<
He certainly is, you're sure that if you have to keep looking up at him like this, your neck is going to get stuck like this. Would it kill a guy to bend over if he's going to stare you down? You're barely at eye level with the third eye, for Pete's sake!
>> Boop the boney nose, Charlie, boop it <<
Charlie: Boop.
Garth: ? ? ?
You try to poke the nose, but your finger just sinks into the empty socket of the skull. Oh well, close enough. |
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Post by Maybe he’s hungry on Nov 10, 2019 0:06:47 GMT
Charlie: casually point Garth to the massive amount of food you slaved away to make him. A well fed monster is a happy monster.
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Post by Kotone on Nov 14, 2019 5:04:54 GMT
>>Charlie ==> casually point Garth to the massive amount of food you slaved away to make him. <<
You reach over and point at the cart of food you left by the wall for Garth, not saying a word as you gesture for him to eat his damn breakfast. Eventually he does look that way instead of staring you down like he's about to, well, you can never tell if he wants to eat people or pummel them, and prefer not to find out.
He just shovels it all into his mouth like he has no manners. It's disgusting to watch him ravage the food like that, but you also can't bring yourself to look away. Is he getting fur in with the meat and eggs? Does he even care if he has fur in his food? How is he even chewing when his head is a skull? It's as fascinating as it is discomforting.
Garth: *Burps*
Charlie: All full, buddy?
Garth: Grrrgh |
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Post by Delicious on Nov 15, 2019 10:46:24 GMT
Garth> Glomp Charlie. You loved the breakfast. You love Charlie.
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Post by Kotone on Nov 16, 2019 6:01:59 GMT
Alright, so, he's all fed. Everything's good, everything's good. Now maybe you can go back to your room and change clothes, maybe even make yourself look a little nicer for the trip to the news station with the girls-- nah. No need to dress up for assholes.
Charlie: Well, in that case, I'll just take my leave.
>> Garth > Glomp Charlie. You loved the breakfast. You love Charlie. <<
 Aaand now you have a massive monster clinging to you, wings and arms wrapping around you to make double sure that you won't be able to get out anytime soon. There's a low rumble from deep in Garth's chest as he makes a purr, running his thick claws through your hair and clinking against your horns as his skull nuzzles against you. Physical affection- disgusting.
Charlie: Come on, buddy, you're supposed to be one the most dangerous things in this hellhole of an underworld.
Charlie: Being all cuddly like this is going to ruin your reputation.
Garth: Gggragh!
Charlie: Penny might get jealous, you're supposed to be her pet...project...thing....
Nope. He's not letting go. |
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Post by Blackmail on Nov 17, 2019 2:40:11 GMT
Girls> Walk in.
Penny> Don't get jealous, get incriminating photos instead.
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Post by Kotone on Nov 18, 2019 22:30:15 GMT
Girls >> Walk in. <<
To your horror and dismay, you hear the door to Garths' door open and then poorly attempted muffled laughter. You can't see much through the mass off fur and feathers that is Garth, but you know who it is.
Elizabeth: Wow, adorable.
Elizabeth: Never took you for the cuddling type, Charlie.
Charlie: Fuck you.
Penny >> Don't get jealous, get incriminating photos instead. <<
Penny: This is so cute. Oh my god.
Penny: This is gonna be my home screen.
Charlie: Penny! Penny, no!
Charlie: Fuck. Delete those now!
Charlie: Come on!
They don't respond, you just here the girls giggling at your despair. You can't even see the camera, but you can hear the clicks of it over Garth's purring and the light from the flash. Fuck, great, just great. |
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Post by Life is Hell on Nov 20, 2019 10:37:30 GMT
Charlie> May as well just die right now...
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Post by Kotone on Nov 25, 2019 19:32:09 GMT
Charlie >> May as well just die right now <<
Whatever kind of pride you had left after joining this gaggle of idiots is quickly dying the longer Garth clings to you, may as well just die with it.
Die again, technically. It's easy to forget you're already dead with how mundane the underworld is.
Would that make you Double Dead? Where would you even go, to the underworlds underworld? Is there even such a thing? Or do all the wayward souls that didn't make it to either Purgatory or the pearly gates themselves just simply cease to exist after a second death? Would you just wake up in one of the other nine rings? Well, that's both a welcoming and depressing thought. You doubt anyone really knows, well, Penny's dad probably knows, considering he runs this goddamned shithole. Or maybe he doesn't and doesn't give a flying crap what happens to any of the denizens here to bother knowing what happens, that sounds more plausible.
Great, now you're mentally rambling.
>> Let Go <<
Penny: Alright, Garth. I think you can let them go now.
Penny: I got lot's of pictures of the two of you, too.
With that, Garth let's you go and you stagger away, suddenly free of the constricting, rib-crushing hug. You try to take a few quick steps away from him, to put some distance so that he can't grab you again.
Garth: Gggraaaagh 
Penny: I know, Charlie's probably really cuddly
Charlie: Screw you, I'm not cuddly. |
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Post by Remember on Nov 25, 2019 22:57:41 GMT
Charlie >> Recall how the bunch of you and this 'gaggle of idiots' died the first time around
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Post by Kotone on Nov 26, 2019 8:25:08 GMT
Charlie >> Remember
How'd you all die? Well, that's going to bring back memories.
Now, Penny's the special case out of your bunch. While the rest of you were poor mortal souls that died, she's one of the denizens who were born in this cesspool of terrible people. It's not exactly rare, but there are far more mortal souls than, well, whatever the Hell she is. How can there not be when the mortal world is an overpopulated shitstorm?
Garth, well, you haven't the slightest fucking clue how Garth wound up here. He's been here since Penny's grandad was running the place, and that was a longass time ago. The only reason he's survived this long with the handful of cullings every year and turfwars killing people left and right is probably because he spent most of those centuries locked up in total isolation. It'll keep you safe from being murdered, but damn it does a number on the mentality.
But yourself and Elizabeth? That stuff is still pretty fresh, the two of you have only been here for about five years, give or take a few days between.
You personally died from several gunshot wounds. Took you almost two whole days to actually die, stubborn bastard that you are.
Elizabeth was lucky to die pretty quickly. Stab wounds. Unlike the bullets, the knife was precise.
Talk about irony. Considering how you two died, most would assume you'd try to either murder the other or completely avoid them. Instead, you're housemates. It's a shame she didn't get to keep that obscenely over-sized jacket she wore all the time when you were alive, you would have taken it from her if she had. You could hide so many sharp and pointy things inside of it. it'd be wonderful.
>>See What They Need <<
Time to snap out of memory lane. Might as well see if the girls needed anything since they're both here.
Charlie: Why the Hell are you here?
Penny: To remind you to wear something nice when we head out in a few, of course.
Charlie: Oh.
Charlie: It's time already?
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Post by Dressing up on Dec 8, 2019 22:51:40 GMT
Time to put on your fancy clothes You wanna look nice.
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Post by Kotone on Dec 12, 2019 5:56:47 GMT
>> Time To Put On Your Fancy Clothes <<
Right, it's probably not a good idea to just go to this station dressed as you are. You might have some something you can wear that isn't absolute shit.
You don't even utter a word about your thoughts, not out loud, but as if she could tell exactly what you were thinking, Penny just perks the fuck up behind you, smiling wide and eager.
Penny: Do you need help finding something to wear?
Charlie: Ah, probably not.
Charlie: But for the heck of it. You have something in mind?
You should not have asked.
Charlie: Even if I did like these
Charlie: We own none of these outfits.
Charlie: Were you watching fashion videos again last night?
Penny: I saw a video ad on Killer's Fashion.
Penny: Thought you'd look good in all of the clothes they showed
Penny: Oh, oh, I know one!
Charlie: Fuck this.
Charlie: Fuck you.
Charlie: I'm out.
You make a rather abrupt exit, storming out of Garths room, stomping down the hall all the way to your own room.
Not letting Penny run her fashion ideas through you ever again. That last getup she brought up will scar you for the rest of your life. At least she respects your rule about no one coming into your room. Ever.
You open your closet, coming face to face with drawers, clothes folded and hanging, and even more knives. Let's see, clothes, clothes... something not constricting enough in case you need to stab a bitch...
You think this will do. You don't quite hate this look nearly as much as the others.
Probably should head down now. Maybe restock on some knives? You did jam one of yours into a radio, couldn't hurt to grab some more for the road. Eh, but you don't know if the station would allow you to bring knives, not that you can think of why it wouldn't.
While you're still in your room, it might not hurt to grab whatever else you might need while out.
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Post by Lookin' Good on Dec 12, 2019 23:27:16 GMT
Nice outfit.
What is the weather like? (Do you get weather?)
Do you need money or snacks?
Any chance you might be heading out somewhere after visiting the station?
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