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Post by talismanhex on Mar 19, 2007 0:32:50 GMT -5
MADHOUSEEpilogueKyle ran through the open front door. Mrs. Fry was busy chopping broccoli in the kitchen. " Is James home?" Kyle doesn't wait for the answer he keeps running toward the stairs. " NO RUNNING IN THE HOUSE KYLE!" Mrs. Fry hated when Kyle treated her house like a racing track. She breathed. In with the good, out with the bad. Mrs. Fry went back to her chopping. Kyle took those steps like a varsity football player. Within moments he was upon James' bedroom door, with the weird-looking eyeball sticker and sign: THE SANCTUM SANCTORUM ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISKKyle flung the door open yelling," I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I GOT IT!" James jumped and quickly turned around. Kyle ruined his "Wild Coed" time on the PC. " WHAT DICK-HEAD?" James asked forcibly as Kyle shut the door. Kyle throws his backpack on James' bed. He opens it up and pulls out a black, unlabeled DVD case. James was waiting impatiently. Kyle opened the case to reveal a DVD with the word "MADHOUSE" written on it with permanent marker. James' whole demeanor changed to extreme excitement," NO FRICKIN' WAY!" James was up on his feet with DVD in hand, " How'd you get this?" " Jason's brother." " That hood?" " Yeah and it better be good, i paid $100 for it." James eyes went wide and with that said James puts the DVD in his computer. The movie begins with the disclaimer. What you are about to watch is real. The were murdered for your entertainment. Nothing has been changed to hide any identities and no one was protected when filmingSinister Pictures PresentsMADHOUSEwww.youtube.com/watch?v=L9nEpt9SR3IOOC: The YouTube video here presents the opening song in it's entirety. The opening is not the whole song, but enjoy it anyway. The Images are not the same either. Picture black and white films of real executions and go from there. Now please, my little stars, post your characters so everyone may see them before they meet the maker. Thank you.
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Post by Brainstem on Mar 19, 2007 0:53:02 GMT -5
Steve Bauckman Height: 6'1" Weight: 180lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Brown AbilitiesIntelligence: 4 (2w) Strength: 2 (2r) Speed: 1 (1r) Agility: 2 (2r) Durability: 2 (2w) HP: 2/2 Energy: 6/6 Total Action Cost: 5w2rActionsClose Combat: 3 (1w) Strength or Weapon Mod Self Defense Improvised Weaponry Minor Martial Arts training General Knowledge: 1 (2r) Intelligence Bonus Music History/Theory Saxophone: 4 (2w) Leadership: 2 (2r) Social Skills: 4 (2w) Charm Persuasion Spanish language/culture Twisting the English language (commonly referred to as "bullshitting" ) Gambling: 3 (1w) Total Action Cost: 7w1rModifier!RUNLIKESHITBECAUSESOMETHINGISGOINGTOGETYOUAAAAAAAAH!: 2 (2w) Mod cost: 2wTotal Cost: 15w[/u] Now... for the character himself. Steve was always a bright kid, but when he was younger he kind of took it for granted. He studied karate a bit, but without much dedication. Enough for him to stick with it through most of high school, but it just wasn't really his thing so he eventually dropped. In middle school he picked up playing the saxophone and has been in love with it since then. Music, to him, is an escape from reality and tends to be one of his only ways of keeping his bearing around a world that he is beginning to realize just isn't quite as smart as he is. In high school he entered the IB Programme; interesting divergance for a person so focused on music, but the chance to skip classes in college was just far too intriguing. IB added stress to his life, but his music was able to help cope with it all. Coming out of IB, he and his friends were firm believers that all they learned was how to bullshit their way out of an essay. Personality-wise: He's always been a fun guy to hang around, but his ego tends to get the better of him. Without his music, his cool composure will slowly, but surely collapse, which would cause nothing but chaos from him. Panic, douchebaggery, sobbing... all would be well within reason. God forbid anything should happen to his saxophone.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Mar 19, 2007 16:00:34 GMT -5
Name: Andrew Wilkinson
Height: 5'6 Weight: 145 lbs. Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown (shaved off)
Abilities: Int: 3 Str: 1 Agi: 2 Spd: 1 Dur: 2
White: 2 Red: 6
Actions: Close Combat 2 (Agility bonus or Weapon Modifier; Dirty Tricks, Improvised Weapons) General Knowledge 1 (Intelligence bonus; Art History) Leadership 2 Music/Guitar 3 (Bass, Rhythm Guitar, Acoustic; can be combined with Social Skills [like Dance] [+1]) Photography 4 (Intelligence bonus) Social Skills 4 (Academia, Arrogance, Artist, Humor) Vehicle Operation 2 (Mopeds, Cars)
Modifiers: Flee! (+2) Wealth (0)
Equipment: Hat Camera Lighter Cigarettes Guitar
Challenges: Extreme Hubris 2
Andrew Wilkinson is a "studio art" major, focusing on photography. He's self-centered and a total douchebag, but he's funny, and if he favors you, he'll be a nice guy to you. He tends to date girls who are more hippie-like, but most of his relationships are really short. Most people put up with him because he isn't a jerk to them specifically, but he's tolerable in small doses.
He played bass for a couple of local bands, but never for longer than a semester or two. He's working on a portfolio of "experimental" photographs, and using this roadtrip as a possibliity for that (although he also is taking pictures of the group as they visit various landmarks.) He's currently single.
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Post by Brainstem on Mar 19, 2007 17:47:40 GMT -5
OOC: Dorkknight... you've definitely pegged one of my good friends down point for point with Andrew. He even shaved his head a month ago. About the only differences are ethnicity and bass instead of violin.
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Post by dorkknight23 on Mar 19, 2007 17:56:55 GMT -5
OOC: He's based on an acquaintance of mine. I think everybody knows at least one Andrew.
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Post by Andrew on Mar 19, 2007 19:25:32 GMT -5
ANGELICA DUPRIS
Height: 5'6" Weight: 105 lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Blond Species: Human (Cheerleader)
ABILITIES: (Total Cost: 4w,2r)
Intelligence 3 (1w) Strength 1 (1r) Agility 2 (2r) Speed 2 (2r) Durability 2 (2w)
ACTIONS: (Total Cost: 9w,1r)
Close Combat 2 (2r) *Agility Bonus or Weapon Modifier; Specialties: Self-Defense Classes, Bitch Slaps!
Ranged Combat 1 (1r)
Acrobatics 2 (2r) *Agility Bonus.
Leadership 2 (2r) *Cheer-Squad Captain.
General Knowledge 1 (2r) *Intelligence Bonus; Specialty: College Education.
Medical Healing 1 (2r) *First Aid.
Vehicle Operations 2 (2r) *Specialties: Driving too fast, Cruising.
Dance 3 (4w) *Can always combine with Close Combat (+2 Cost Levels); Cheerleading!
Social Skills 3 (1w) *Specialties: Cheer-Squad Politics, College Culture, Bitch!
MODIFIERS: (Total Cost: 1w)
Flee! +2 (1w) *Can only use while in a state of undress (bikini, underwear, just-stepped-out-of-the-shower, etc) (-1 Cost Level).
BACKGROUND:
Pretty, popular, and never without a date, Angelica fits the cheerleader-stereotype to a tee. Unfortunately, she also goes in for the 'queen bitch' part of the cliché, too.
An overachiever, Angelica is always striving for more, and can't stand people who are content with what they have. As far as she's concerned, there's no point in doing something unless you can be the best at it.
Living by that philosophy, there was little doubt that Angelica would eventually lay claim to the captaincy of her varsity cheer squad. She is determined to go down in history as the most-successful squad captain of all time, no matter what it takes.
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Post by andyman on Mar 19, 2007 20:31:20 GMT -5
THE RA OOC: This is not a photo of andyman. This photo is from the Wikipedia entry for Resident Assistant. | Rick AsterHeight: 6'10" Weight: 165 lbs. Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Species: Human ABILITIESIntelligence: 4 Strength: 2 Agility: 1 Speed: 2 Durability: 2 [glow=black,2,300]Health: 2[/glow][glow=red,2,300]Energy: 8[/glow] | ACTIONS Business: 1 [Intelligence Bonus] - Business School Student Combat, Close: 3 [Strength Bonus or Weapon Modifier] - Judo at Summer Camp - Martial Arts 101 in College - Experience fighting bullies Combat, Ranged: 1 [Weapon Modifier] - Archery at Summer Camp Computers: 2 - Website Development - Troubleshooting | Leadership: 2 Private Investigating: 2 - Evidence Gathering (Finding Contraband in Dorm Rooms) - Conduct Council Procedures Social Skills: 3 - Facilitate Hallway meetings - Advise Residents - Communication 101 in Business School Swimming: 1 Vehicle Operation: 1 - Food Delivery Experience
| MODIFIERS Flee: [2] | Team Affiliation: Residence Life Wealth: [0]
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[/size][/b][/color] None[/td] [/tr][tr][td] DESCRIPTIONRick was a Resident Advisor his Junior year. He's looking forward to being an RA again his Senior year. However, that's contingent on him surviving his summer vacation.[/td] [/tr][tr][td] LINES OF EXPERIENCENone[/td][/tr] [/table]
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Post by Scriptus on Mar 19, 2007 23:21:42 GMT -5
Josh Lynch Height: 5'11" Weight: 211 lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown
Abilities Int: 3 (1 white) Str: 2 (2 red) Agl: 2 (2 red) Spd: 2 (2 red) Dur: 2 (2 white) Enr: 6 Hlth: 2
Total Ability stones: 5 white stones
Actions
Hunting/Tracking: 3 (1 white) -follow trail -wilderness survival -spot/set traps
Vehicle Ops: 2 (2 red) -Four wheel drive vehicles -driving at high speeds
Close combat: 3 (1 white) str bonus or weapon mod - Hand to hand - Disarming - knives
Ranged combat: 3 (1 white) weapon mod -Hunting rifles -Shot guns -Bow and arrows
Social skills: 2 (2 red) -Being over protective -convincing others he's right
General Knowledge: 1 (2 red) Int bonus -Police protocols
Swimming: 2 (2 red) -str bonus
Leadership: 1 (1 red)
Forensic Science: 2 (2 red) -crime scene investigation -Ballistics
Total Actions 6 white stones
Wealth: 1 (1 red)
Fleeing: +2 (2 white stones)
Equipment: -cell phone -Large duffle bag with clothes and stuff for the weekend -12 gauge shotgun: +2 (holds 8 shells) stuffed inside duffle bag for the road trip. -1 box of 25 shells for the shotgun -Pocket knife: +1
Total character cost 13 white stones, and 1 red stone
Josh Lynch grew up in a rural community. His dad left when he was a young boy but not before he witnessed his dad beat his mom up on a regular basis. After his dad left Josh and his mom made do with what they had. His mom worked several jobs and remarried a couple of times but it always seemed like she married the same type of worthless guy.
Josh spent a lot of time outside of the home in the woods behind his house. There he learned to hunt and fish in the stream. The outdoors was a safe place for him. During his highschool career he spent a lot of time with a police officer who had helped Josh's mom when her latest husband decided to kick the crap out of her. The officer suggested that Mrs. Lynch enroll her son in selfdefense classes which she did. This gave Josh a sense of power and in a few years he had attained the rank of black belt. Josh also has a particular fondness for the 12 gauge shotguns that the local law enforcement carried. They always seemed so powerful.
As Josh entered college he knew what he wanted to be. He was going to study criminal justice and become a cop. Josh soon had his own apartment, a full time job, and his very own 12 gauge. The gun made him feel safe and he rarely parted with it. After his Junior year Josh and some of his friends have embarked on a road trip to parts unknown. What a great weekend trip!
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Post by GhostKnight on Mar 20, 2007 0:23:56 GMT -5
Name: Erick Taylor Stats: Intelligence: 3 Strength: 2 Agility: 2 Speed: 2 Durability: 2 Skills/Powers: Combat, Close: 3 Agility Bonus or Weapon Modifier - Tae Kwon Do - Brawling Combat, Ranged: 2 Weapon Modifier - BB gun - BB rifle Gambling: 1 - Card Games Thieving : 2 Agility Bonus - Sneaking - Wiring vehicles Swimming 1 Agility Bonus Social Skills: 3 - TV Shows - Movies - Youth culture Technology: 2 Intelligence Bonus Vehicle Operation: 3 - Motorcycles - Cars Healing, Medical: 1 Modifier: Fight another day +2 Equipment: Motorcycle (Safe at home History: Erik is a bright boy, but he only uses makes effort in things he like such as helping his old man with the shop. He started cleaning the tools and ended up repairing vehicles and testing them. Since young his father rolled him in Tae Kwon Do classes to keep him away from gangs and to make him respectful, honorable, loyal and disciplined. An average student at school Erik only cares about gaining the mechanic engineer title and continue the family business.
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Post by talismanhex on Mar 20, 2007 22:28:07 GMT -5
The group has been heading north for close to an hour, when Erik realizes that his car was low on gas. He pulls off at the next interstate off ramp where he sees an old 76 sign. It was close to sun set so this seemed like a good time to refuel and get ready for the night's drive. It has been fairly quiet so far, with the exception of Rick, who would talk about anything just to hear himself. As the car approached the offramp everyone could see the strange tower penetrating the tree-line. This is West Chester County, a more rural area than the urban streets of NYC. As the car rolls on the main road toward the 76 station, that has been there since the 50s, Erick notices in his rear-view mirror a speeding, tricked, black Lancer coming on fast. With one swift move the smaller auto weaves around your ancient clunker and continues to the gas station. The license plate reads: STR8PMPN. The car is bumpin': www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1ULxKM75rYErik makes a quick maneuver to keep from a collision. The car is all black, windows are tinted so you can't see inside. Out of the car emerges a white guy dressed like: he folds his seat down and out pops a sexy black woman. She is wearing an orange bikini top, a tight, black, leather skirt, with a silver belt and black, knee-high boots, with 3", stiletto heels. As she crawls out you swear you see a flash of that bikini orange under that skirt. Out of the passenger side an Asian guy pops out looking like: www.zeuscomics.com/images/new/toys/flavaflav001.jpgThe woman kisses the two boys and seductively walks out of sight. The Asian passenger ducks back in the car while the white-boy watches you ride up. He gets in his car and slowly rolls out. You pass each other as you enter the lot. The white-boy looks at you hard and peels out as you enter the lot. Erick pulls up to a pump and turns the car off. The Black racer drives fast away from the freeway exit. What do you all do?
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Post by Scriptus on Mar 21, 2007 10:37:49 GMT -5
"Man I can't stand that crap. Worthless ghetto noise." Josh had grown up in a rural community and had no tolerance for the thunerous bass of the song invading the air around him. His upbringing stereotyped this noise as songs about drugs, cop killing, and abusing women. The last two particularly bothered him. He had watched his mom take so many beatings as a child that he couldn't stand the idea of someone making money off of those ideas. He also thought about the police officer who had made such a difference in his life. Why would anyone want to sing about killing those who protected us? Not that he would ever voice that to anyone.
"I'm getting out. I gotta take a leak." As Josh entered the service station he walked up to the counter and asked the clerk. "You gotta crapper?"
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Post by dorkknight23 on Mar 21, 2007 10:51:03 GMT -5
Andrew rolls down the window as he rolls his eyes. Those "gangsta" types or whatever sort of bored him. He leans over, trying to get a weird angle for the 76 sign. That might make a cool picture.
"Those guys looked straight out of Compton..."
He aims carefully, readies himself. Click.
"...Too bad they're off by a few hundred miles." He points West.
======= Health 2/2 Energy 6/6
6 into Photography (taking a cool picture of the 76 sign)
Health 2/2 Energy 0/6
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Post by Brainstem on Mar 21, 2007 14:44:06 GMT -5
"Heh, yeah. Poor guys... may as well let them keep their fantasies. It couldn't hurt anybody, could it?" Steve remarks to Andrew. The ghetto-types weren't exactly his favorite ever, but most never caused any real harm to anyone. Honestly, whatever music a person chooses to listen to is his or her perogitive; there's no reason he feels he has a right to judge other people's music. The only thing that really bothered him was the fact that the people coming out of the car were white and Asian. Not that there's anything wrong with white people or Asian people, but seriously. People need to accept that "gangsta-wear" just doesn't compliment the lighter skin tones.
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Post by andyman on Mar 21, 2007 18:39:54 GMT -5
Rick thinks back to his Diversity Training and whether or not he should say something about the comments made by the others. He ultimately decides not to say anything, primarily because he has to pee.
'Damn,' Rick thinks to himself. 'This place probably only has one men's room, and Josh is going to smell it up with his poop.'
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Post by Andrew on Mar 21, 2007 19:17:07 GMT -5
Staying in her seat, Angelica watched the other car speed away. Those boys were definitely not afraid of drawing attention to themselves... despite the fact that they were clearly some of the world's biggest losers. The music wasn't too bad (although the Weird Al version probably would have suited them a lot better), and their car was pretty nice (a lot nicer than the heap her group was driving around in...), but those outfits?! My God! Mind-numbingly awful didn't do them justice.
The only thing Angelica could think of was that they were so proud of the girl they pulled up with, they wanted everyone to check her out. Apparently, the boys weren't clued-in enough to realize that no one would find Paying-For-It particularly impressive. And from the looks of that dirty skank, there was no denying that she was a Grade-A whore.
Angelica sighed to herself. Ridiculously lame as those boys might have been, she couldn't exactly rate her current companions as being much higher on the social ladder. At least they all had the sense to realize she was WAY out-of-their-league, and hadn't tried hitting on her yet.
"Hey, can you get me some gum?", she called over to Rick, after scooting over to let him out of the car, "Thanks a bunch!"
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