OOC: Srry I didn't see Zerox post, mehdibleh. :DYay Sejsk.
IC (Hallway outside a hotel room) Howler yelped and clung on for dear life as Brudda shook him, to try and get him off. His delicate little hands and tentacles slipped, and he hurtled off and down the stairs. Also falling down the stairs was Mike and Lulu. They had went for a wander, and both coincidently tripped. They ended up at the floor where the gambling went on together, lying on a posh carpet. Holwer landed with a squeak next to them, surprisingly mostly unhurt. (Gambling room of doom) Tangla, exploring, caught sight of Vobos and Salve. her eyes drooped in honest sympathy. It looked like Salve had lost a game of gambling. Irritance twitched at her rodenty buck toothed face. Vobos was pregant, and money was tight. She skipped and hopped towards him, and pounced on his shoulder. |
Sejsx was certinely surprised when a flying slig zoomed up to her. She tilted her head to oneside, giving her patented "what the hell" look. When the slig offered her a crossbow..HER crossbow, she racked her brains, tring to think of who this was. glad ur back, I erm took dis for safe keeping, by ta way frozen aint ur best look. "Doogem?" Sejsx enquired "is that really you? are the others here too??"
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sorry for lack of posts-new games for PC! IC: Tyre took to his feet and headed away to the booth were he got his money changed into electric secured notes. Behind the slig serving him there was a mudokon being sucsessivley beaten by a slig. Tyre heard a yelp, but ignored it. After he had taken his money, he turned away. "Pere?" he called. But he was not there. |
ooc: Just thought I should let you guys know that PV has announced that he's leaving the forums. I can't remember what characters he had in this thread and I'm too lazy/busy/important (circle as appropriate) to check, but its something you guys will have to sort out. Someone might need to take his characters, or they could be replaced, or ignored, or whatever.
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IC: " yer most of em are in da rom, but da rest are playin poka, erm nice ta av ya back"
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ooc: Alright, PV has announced that he's going to stick around to keep RPGing and just ignore the rest of the forums. So ignore the above post.
This is the price of organisation: when thigs change you look like an idiot. This is why I'm never orgnaised in real life. *wanders off ranting profusely* |
Name: Bullitz
Race: slig Gender: Male Age: 10 earth years Equipment: A large, long grey slig mask. Weapons: Taser pistol and a Shotgun History: Born a while ago in rupturefarms, he gained his first rifle a few months later, which after uncovering a mudokon conspiracy was upgraded to a 4xlK Leorne Super semi-automatic Shotgun with an extended muzzle velocity and a thinner longer trigger for a quicker rate of fire. He has worked in the hotel across the casino for some time now, making sure everyone does their duty, or else... Tyre Looked around again, but Pere was no-where to be seen. He scratched his head, and began pacing around the casino. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bullitz grabbed the back of pere's neck and flung him away, just behind the backs of Jerik and Doogem. "thought that we might slack off eh?" said Bullitz, as he pushed Pere into a corner outside in the alleyway to the left of the casino. " a bit of an unpermissioned break?" Pere began to speak, but Bullitz smacked him across the face and cut him short. "I don't care, but i'm gonna make you wish you haddn't... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tyre wandered upto Doogem and Jerik. "you guy's seen pere?" He said. |
ok ill join
name: match species:Slig age:14 bio: A very vicious slig always moody |
another!!!!!
Name: charper species:glukkon rank:big cheese age:32 bio: A very wealthy glukkon who is a tempered guy |
charper told his slig match that he was gonna go and gamble for his beloved moolah and told him to guard his room a sign said DONT COME IN OR U WILL DIE
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OOC: Please try and use proper English and give your profiles more depth. Also, your character needs to establish himself by getting hired at an Autofone.
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Tyre repeated his question to doogem and Jerik.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bullitz began mercilessly beating pere over the head with his gun. "i'll teach you not to slack off working!" he roared. |
IC: Doogem turned to Tyre "I alredy said I anit sen em"
OOC: 1: cant remember were the ' is in aint so unless you want to tell me were it goes don't comment on it. 2: why is no one posting? |
OOC: I think we can officially declare this thread somewhat dead...
That's why no one's posting. |
OOC: W@RF went through longer periods of deadness. It's a bit too early to call the shots, in my opinion.
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OOC: Maybe...W@RF does have so many more people etc. in it, and is alot older than this thread too.
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Eh. Last time I checked, I posted and waited for Zerox to react, if anyone is intesrested.
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I apologize that it's been a long time since I've posted. I have had a lot of work to do the last few months. It will probably be December or January when I next post.
Dearest apologies (not that anyone cares). |
OOC: I'm not posting because no one else is.
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Name: Stubb
Gender: Male Species: Mudokon Age: 30 Earth Years Physical Description: Pale green skin and with a rare trait among muds: a full head of brown hair. It's short, but with enough to stick in weird angles when he gets out of bed. He's medium build, with an average height, at 5' 7". His eyes are bloodshot from the late nights and alcohol, and there are bags under his eyes. He wears a black suit and red tie with a white undershirt, matching black slacks and shoes, of course. Equipment: He has a revolver hidden in the waistband of his pants, and a small box of bullets in his shoe, and a switch blade. That's about it. I'm not really sure, he dosen't let anyone pat him down. Personality: Hard to describe. He wants to bring justice to the world, but dosen't easily care what happens to other people as long as he comes out okay. He's got nerves of steel, and calls bluffs even when they aren't bluffs, leading to some rather sticky situations. He watches over people, sometimes when it serves him, others on a whim. He dosen't trust people easily, and gets paranoid after too many drinks. Stubbs also has a dry sense of humor. Class: Customer Biography: Former freelance detective, he quit the buisness as it started giving him jobs to track down decent people for the Cartel to exact punishment on, either for blackmail to another person, or just recreational torturing. But what really set it off when he started getting 'invited' to attend the tortures, then sent off another job to do it again, and again. He'd then be threatened with death if he told another person. He managed to dodge that bullet in a very messy situation that ended up with a mansion full of dead people and Stubb lying in a tub filled with ice as he waited for the ambulance to show up. He ended up with twelve stiches and a new liver, bought at the hospital in cash. D&D Alignment: Chaotic Good OOC: Will be joining shortly. I know it sounds lazy, but can someone do a short recap? I loathe to re-read 15 pages, but I'd still like to know if there's something I should know about. |
OOC: Honestly, Mitsur, I don't think there's much point. Before now, no one had posted for over a week, pretty much.
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Stubb swaggered through the opening doors of Casino Magog, giving his black suit jacket a slight fluff as he pushed the glass door in. He felt the cold air-conditioning on his face, and his hand unconsciously went up to his hair and ruffled it. He gave a wink to the women at the bar and strode up to the money-to-chip window and flipped two thousand mollah casually onto the counter.
"Give me forty fifty chips, please." Stubb asked the slig behind the window. The slig nodded and pushed the appropriate chips across the window, where Stubb gathered them and slipped them into the small pink chip bag that came with them. They gave that wonderful plastic jingle that only money can. He walked up to the bar, pointedly leaning on it near a rather busty female mudo wearing a red dress with a slit up the leg. Her hair was a dark brown, and she was beautiful enough that she could be a Big Cheese's 'entertainer'. She was taking delicate sips from what looked like a martini. Stubb motioned to the bartender, who was a mudo pud in a tuxedo vest and shirt, complimented by a bow tie. Apparently the owner didn't spare expenses when it came to even the lower workers. "Yes, sir?" The bartender asked. "How can I help you?" "Ah, yes. I'd like a bourbon and water, thank you. On the rocks." "Very good, sir. Coming right up." While the bartender worked on the drink, Stubb turned to the female in the red dress. "So, you come here often?" She turned toward Stubbs. "Bite me." Having said that, she smashed the martini glass over Stubb's head. The bartender slid the bourbon and water into his hand, and Stubbs drank the whole thing in one gulp, slammed it back on the counter, then toppled onto the ground, blacking out. When he came to, he was lying on top of a blackjack table and his bag of chips were gone. He couldn't see anything, until he realized he had a lampshade on his head. He pulled it off, sat up, and realized it was dark outside. He thought hard. It had been about three in the afternoon when he got smashed over the head, now it was around eight pm. Stubb whistled. Five hours. That was probably his new record. He climbed off the table, took out a pack of Lung-Buster cigarette from his pocket, shook a few out, and stuck one between his lips. He then flipped out his lighter and lit it. Stubb ambled over to a slot machine and put in a quarter, then pulled the arm. Then wheels spun, then stopped to show Stubb wasn't a winner. It was like that the next fifty two times, with breaks in between for more quarters and a single bathroom break, where he noticed his head had bled pretty bad from a cut above his right eye made by the martini glass. Thankfully, it hadn't been deep, and he managed to wash the tacky blood off pretty easily. OOC: Waiting for someone to show up now, so I can continue with something interesting. |
OOC: I forget what's happened and is too lazy to read, but probably nothing much, Pere won gambling and stuff. I don't think randoms are allowed.
IC (...Wherever Stubbs is, some gambling place) After a bit of wandering, Mike the teenage angsty intern, Lulu the younger glukkon and Vobos the pregnant vykker came across a mudokon in a suit (Stubbs). Tangla would be bothering the big bro. Strange. The mud wasn't wearing a loincloth, had more hair on his head and was apparently wealthy enough to blow his cash on gambling. The pregnant male vykker walked up to him, his belly sticking out. "You wouln't happen to know where the bathroom is...Would you?" He asked shyly. |
Tyre nodded and headed outside. He saw pere and bullitz in the corner of a dark alley way, and he ran over. Bullitz was just rasing his gun to hit when tyre leapt onto his back and wrestled him to the ground. the angry slig beated him in the face, then grabbed pere and dashed off into the casino.
Tyre rubbed his head and looked around. He rose just in time to see bullitz dissapear through a 'STAFF ONLY' door. he huffed and followed in hot pursuit. OOC: zerox stop complaining-you are not posting. and anyway, maybe people just want to have a short break. me for instance-i havnt been on for over a month at least. Maybe their time is just cluttered up with homework and stuff, so show a little respect to at least PV for using his spare time to make this rpg for oddworldians like us, and good for that matter. |
OOC: I must leave this rp so can we just say my char dies
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IC:
He kicked down the door which Bullitz had sprinted through, and turned a corner. A slig (slig 7665 pretend this is you) raised his gun at Tyre who was patrolling the corridors, but Tyre slapped it away and smashed the slig's head against the wall, brains and blood spurting out across the plain walls. Bullitz took a turn, And ran upto a door, where he stopped infront of a code box. A red beam shot outwards to scan his eyes. Tyre reached down for Gerrun, and pulled back a heavy lead ball and took aim at his back. He let go. There was a flicker, and then Bullitz and pere were gone, dissapearing in a sudden Red beam which sent them safley to the other side of the door. The lead ball bounced heavily against the wall, and pinged off. Tyre realised that they had gone through an eye-sensetive door coder, where only raj's most important sligs could go. He turned and walked away realising that there was no wasy that he could get through the door, as if the eye-scan failed, people were zapped by a fourty thousand volt charge. He continued sadly down the corridor, when he saw the dead slig. It's eye was still in tact. He plucked it from the mashed head, and approached the scanner again. He placed it infront of the reader, then waited. The same chain of events happened as they had to bullitz, And a beam of red glided down to carry Tyre to the other side of the doorway, and hopefully to a nearby Bullitz and the unconscious Pere. |
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I think we should declare this dead. |
Yah. I was waiting for Mitsur, Watermelody's gone, Patrick has vanished...Ah well, we tried, its just too strangely empty now.
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how do we get the mods to close it? It was fun while it lasted... Tons of my posts are in here, i spent half of my holiday in maderia in the summer on this forum on the only free PC.... not actually half my holiday, but some of it.
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