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Post by vjcsmoke on Oct 5, 2008 0:52:57 GMT -5
As Kathleen struggled with the zombie she managed to hold him off long enough to flip open her cellphone. "Yes, what did you want?", came CJ's voice from the electronic device. The zombie chose that moment to wrestle further with Kathleen, he groped her in naughty places in the process. "Hey whoever's on the other side, call 911! A crazy lady is here attacking me!" Kathleen was furious at being touched in inappropriate places but the voice speaking into her ear was adamant. "Put him on the phone, now."
And so the zombie's story came out. Apparently he was a gravedigger named Bob, and Mrs. Palmer had hired him to dig a grave to make her cemetery look more scary and authentic. Whatever CJ said seemed to pacify him. "Alright, I won't sue as long as she gets off me right now and apologizes! What kind of indecent people trespass in a shut down house of horror anyways?"
He squinted at Kathleen appraisingly and now that she had time to look she realized that his skin was just pale and pasty, it wasn't actually gray zombie skin. "But the stitches?" Bob rubbed his head. "Old accident. So what are you doing here again?" Just then Kathleen heard a gasping sound above.
Brianna was pointing off into the darkness. "I think I saw a small furry thing run off deeper into the Haunted House! Oh and I also peed myself. Anyone have a napkin?"
Back at the Lifeguard Lounge. CJ sighed and folded up her cellphone. The newbies were really... quite a handful. As she returned to the lounge she saw that Erika, the redhead was still passed out on the floor. "What in the world are you two doing? Why haven't you started CPR? Clear her airway, she could be choking on her tongue for god's sake." Yasmeen merely shrugged. "I was trying to tell him how to do it, but the littlun hasn't budged an inch from the spot. Looks like he has something against the redhead."
CJ sighed and proceeded to do the job herself. She opened Erika's mouth and cleared the obstruction, then gave mouth to mouth resuscitation as Yasmeen pushed the chest at regular intervals. Soon, with a bit of coughing, Erika again was among the world of the living. CJ's eyebrows knitted in consternation. "Your job is to save lives Bubbleboy, not watch on as people die at your feet." She shrugged. "I think you're going to need a LOT more training before you can be a lifeguard."
At the hospital the friendly nurse brought a bucket of water and a sponge. "There you go, help yourself! Oh and watch this, this may be of some interest to you." She flipped something on the clicker. It was an episode of "You've been played!" In fact it was the very episode that had just been recorded. Chris was burning red, Mrs. Palmer had got him, she'd gotten him real good! Just then his cellphone rang. He picked up and heard a familiar voice croon to him, "How you like them apples, loverboy! This is just a taste of what I can DO to you. Now be a good boy and do exactly as I tell you. I'll be in touch! Hahahaha! *click*"
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Post by Stark on Oct 5, 2008 19:55:09 GMT -5
(OOC: Hi everyone! You have probably noticed I've been less active for the last few days. It won't last for very long, but for the next few days, I won't be able to post much more (and perhaps less), because of something called "project to complete for school ASAP", lol. As such, I won't be able to post until wednesday or thursday. I don't want to slow everyone down, so if I'm late to post... well, first, I'm sorry. But, what I mean is feel free to NPC me for a panel, lol. I'll come back in force as soon as this is over and I'll post like crazy. ;D)
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Post by Stark on Oct 10, 2008 10:27:21 GMT -5
Kathleen "Siren" Scott
Kathleen was way past anger. She was furious. Whatever CJ was thinking about that, she didn't care. She wasn't currently working, she wasn't on the job yet... so even if CJ was going to be her boss, right now, that man had to deal with her... and her only. She didn't get off the man at all.
-Don't give me that "so what are you doing here again" crap, I'm not done with you yet. Gimme that cellphone.
Grabbing it, she said to CJ:
-Sorry, we'll talk later. My boss has nothing to do with my problems when I'm not on the job. See ya soon.
She closed and shut off her cellphone, and she grabbed the guy by the collar, with renewed fury:
-Now listen to me veeeeery carefully, 'Bob'. First things first... I could sue you because you didn't put the lights on in that stupid place even though you were working there, thus increasing the risks of accident for anyone, be it you, employees or other people. I could sue you because you didn't put any warning sign or notice around a gaping hole in the ground, and I could have been hurt badly. I could sue you because you willingly put your hands where they don't freakin' belong, and don't tell me that's because you were unable to grab elsewhere. That aside, I could also tell your boss that you were sleeping during work, as your eyes were closed, you were lying down at the bottom of the grave and you didn't made a sound when we walked in and spoke and all. If you were really working, you'd hear it, and you would speak to warn us. So if you get my point... you wanna sue me? FINE. Do it. I'll sue you for all of this, I have a witness, I have a good reason to be "trespassing" here, and I'll make your life a living hell. You don't want all that to come true? Then shove your suing up where I'm thinking.
Only then does she stands up and gets out of the hole, grabbing the shovel in the process (OOC: I'd like to know how much of a weapon modifier I get with it, please. ^_^). She looks around for the furry thing, before adding to Bob:
-Now, and trust me when I say you better agree with changing the subject, to answer your last question... we are here to catch an infectious monkey that can make someone die in a matter of days if it bites them, and we have a colleague whose life is so threatened. That means two things. First, I don't freakin' care about the places I'm not supposed to be in, like a shut down house of horrors... and second, either you help us because you know the place better, or you get the hell out of our way once and for all. Come on, Brianna... let's go.
Grabbing the shovel like a sword, she walks carefully towards deeper inside the house; they had to catch that monkey. After a few steps, she turns and say to Brianna with a "sorry" smile:
-Oh... and no... I don't have a napkin. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Start H: 2/2 E: 15/19
4 stones into Social Skills (I'm definetly taking Intimidate as my next speciality, lol) to get Bob to understand I've no patience for jerks like him, nor time to lose.
3 stones into Agility, 1 to get out of the hole and 2 shifted to defense.
End E: 8/19 Defense: 4 (2 Ref.Dodge, 2 actions) Mental defense: 8
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Post by Cernunnos on Oct 13, 2008 10:35:42 GMT -5
Chris sat in his hospital bed after he hung up the phone.
“Man this sucks.”
What was he going to do? This bitch was out to get him. He thought over and over again what he should do. Thoughts raced in and out of his head, causing him to have a little headache.
“Man all this stress… I need some relief.”
He pushed the emergency button on his bedside.
“Uhhhh… Ms. Spitz… I need you to bring those long sexy legs in here right away. I’m having a hard time getting up and I might need a tongue…er uh sponge bath.”
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Post by vjcsmoke on Oct 16, 2008 21:34:30 GMT -5
[OOC: The shovel has a +1 weapon modifier. It was designed for digging graves and is actually poorly balanced for combat purposes.]
Poor Brianna was drip dripping and looked uncomfortable. Gravedigger Bob shouted, "I got a napkin you can use!" The red and white polka dot cotton napkin he proffered looked like a bit dusty but it was the only thing handy. "Oh and you can use it, on the condition, that I get it back. Hohoho!" Kathleen tried very hard not to imagine what the gravedigger would want with a pee stained napkin.
As the two lifeguards chased after the shadow of a small creature they found themselves deeper in the Haunted House. Now they had arrived in a Maze of Mirrors. The paths split in two directions. Their shapes and faces were distorted by the strange mirrors. "I guess we've got to split up," noted Kathleen quite logically. Brianna did not seem enthused with the notion but they did have to find that monkey!
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In the hospital, Chris called for the nurse. But nobody answered this time. What could be the holdup? Meanwhile the TV was advertising "You've been Played!" 100% cotton t-shirts on sale for only $19.99. Apparently the show was big in this area. Well that just ensured that his humiliation was all the more widespread knowledge! He pondered briefly whether or not to call Shawndra... err Shawn. Then Chris flipped the channel to Animal Planet. Apparently today they were going over the mating habits of African hippopotamus! "Groovy!"
[ooc: It would be nice for the other players to respond. If it continues to be only a 2 player show, I'm going to have to wrap this one up early.]
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Post by Cernunnos on Oct 16, 2008 22:01:14 GMT -5
[ooc: It would be nice for the other players to respond. If it continues to be only a 2 player show, I'm going to have to wrap this one up early.] Then I too shall wait for some responses!
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Post by mcfly on Oct 19, 2008 12:31:57 GMT -5
Erika gasped as she came to with a womans lips locked around hers. Her eyes widend in complete shock and then she almost screamed as the pain from the fall registered "Aghh What happened?" Erika asked the pain she was suffering clearly written on her face.
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Post by vjcsmoke on Oct 19, 2008 23:24:27 GMT -5
After Chris finished watching the mating habits of African Hippopotamus, he felt strangely aroused. Just then his cellphone rang. A familiar voice spoke to him. "Come out to the hospital parking lot now." Chris wasn't sure what Mrs. Palmer's game was now but since he wanted to get some fresh air anyways he obliged. He was surprised to see that a wooden platform had been set up and colorful lights were beaming onto it. Also there were loudspeakers set up. Carnival music started playing. "What now?" Mrs. Palmer's voice replied, "Open the black box, then put on the monkey suit."
Chris felt sick to his stomach. "This is messed up, why the hell should I listen to you?!" People had started to gather and point. "I could tell everyone in this parking lot that you have monkey herpes over the loud speakers, or you can put on the monkey suit." Chris reluctantly slipped on the garish monkey suit with the oversized ears and long curly tail. There was a cutout in the head so that his face could be seen. "Now dance monkey, dance!!" Chris felt like a fool. The music was getting a little catchy though and the people were clapping! "Dance monkey, dance!", echoed on the loudspeakers. The people cheered and picked up the chant. "Dance monkey, dance!! Dance monkey, dance!!"
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Post by Stark on Oct 21, 2008 15:47:59 GMT -5
Kathleen "Siren" Scott
-You take the right, I'll go left, okay? Whistle if you find it, or something. Better not scream if you can avoid it, it could scare him.
The shovel was nothing awesome, but it was a better than nothing. Besides, monkeys weren't naturally mean, so she perhaps wouldn't even have to use it. The guy that got bit probably simply wasn't careful enough. She started walking, looking around with her shovel in hand, but pointed at the ground like a cane. She didn't want to look agressive to the monkey... She only hoped they'd get this over with fast, she didn't come all this way to be hunting infected monkeys in abandoned haunted houses with stupid gravediggers who love infuriating her... she wanted to be on the beach, in the water, surfing... be a lifeguard!
-Woo hoo....? Furball? Come out, you owe a cure to some guy because of your bite. Okay, he's probably scared you first, but... let's just say he'd like to have a cure, and for that I'd need you. Better yet, come out and a buy you a hot dog... extra ketchup?
Yeah right. Like it's going to fall for that. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Start H: 2/2 E: 13/19
1 stone into Speed to move around in the Maze, not heading for a particular direction... simply, y'know... walkin' around.
2 stones into Close Combat, +1 from shovel, shifted to defense.
End E: 10/19 Defense: 5 (2 Ref.Dodge, 3 actions) Mental defense: 8
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Post by Cernunnos on Oct 27, 2008 11:26:16 GMT -5
Chris placed the costume on.
"I feel like I'm in a bad episode of Nip/Tuck or something."
Chris then started to dance a little, after the chant started. All this movement in the tight suit started to rub a little bit, getting him in the mood. He pointed to a little boy with a boom box, who turned up some music he was playing. Ironically it was “Bad Touch” by The Bloodhound Gang.
Dancing with some lower body thrust, as well as some sexual spanking motions Chris went into the crowd and started to grind on some of the women. No butt could make its way out of his grasp. He firmly grabbed every woman’s butt he could… and then he grinded on them. He was hoping that maybe, just maybe he could turn on one lady in the crowd.
--------------------------------------------------------- ACTION 1: 1 stone into Mastery of Mojo to turn someone on. Hopefully I get 2 free stones for specialization… and 2 free stones from Luck! HOPEFULLY! ACTION 2: Dancing.
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Post by Cernunnos on Oct 31, 2008 13:12:57 GMT -5
::Pokey Stick:: (Copyrighted and not to be used without the express written consent of Goats)
*POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE*
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Post by Stark on Nov 3, 2008 17:50:13 GMT -5
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Post by Cernunnos on Nov 3, 2008 19:01:24 GMT -5
Crap... seems like I'll be the only poster now.
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Post by Cernunnos on Nov 7, 2008 16:40:06 GMT -5
::Pokey Stick:: (Copyrighted and not to be used without the express written consent of Goats)
*POKE POKE POKE POKE POKE*
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Post by vjcsmoke on Nov 10, 2008 14:38:25 GMT -5
[ooc: So is this over? Who still wants to play Baywatch? It seems there has been less interest lately... active posters excluded of course. ]
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