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 Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:48 am
Petro lowered his head slightly, closing his brown eyes to take a deep breath. "'M glad. Ain't really all that close to her but 's good to see her back." He looked back at the ghost boil to ask, with a seemingly challenging glint in his eye, "Y' play any'v the other booths' games yet?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:23 am
Charlie had missed what ever it was that Tro and Seiji were talking about. What he didn't miss were all the brightly colored games this booth seemed to have. The demon would have never guessed this was the fitness booth. Mainly because of a lack of reading skills. He was so distracted by looking at the games that he literally walked in to Tro getting a nice face of Tros back. "Mrphhh" His wings fluttered and shifted the little demon back out of Tros personal space. Charlie gave Tro and Seiji a timid wave and a nervous grin. " Hehehe..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:27 am
The sensation of having someone collide into his back had the horse boil whipping around, instinctively shifting into a fighting stance. It was only because of how brief the impact was and the lack of skin breaking that kept Petro from completely attacking.
Even though he went back to a neutral stance, the serious expression on his face didn't soften when he saw it was, "Charlie. 'S been a long time." His greeting wasn't cold but it wasn't as friendly as the one he'd given Seiji. He glanced towards the ghost boil, "Y' know Charlie, right?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:41 am
Seiji was glad she was back as well ,and he gave a nod of agreement, then shook his head at the horse boils other question. "Nope, not yet. This was the first place I came." There would be plenty of time to visit other booths later. Glowing eyes blinked as Seiji walked a semi familiar looking demon wander towards their booth and right into Tro's back. The wave he offered was returned, though the ghost was looking curiously between them as Tro greeted the fallen angel. "Of him, but not personally. How's it going, Charlie?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 10:47 am
Bul sprawled his body out nearby the dunk tank and stared it down with frustration.
"Remind me why I volunteered to do this again guys?" he asked in Seiji, Tro, and Charlies general direction. If they happened to look over, they'd see a half beast half dressed and a towel hanging out around his neck. Bul had his tail lazily draped over is legs to help keep himself warm. Luckily the atmosphere was just fine.
As long as he didn't go to a scarecone booth.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 11:43 am
"'Cuz 's what we do as members," he answered Bul with a friendly smirk. The sight of the half beast reminded Tro that he should start getting involved with Bruteball again. "Y' can always run a few laps'v the water gets too cold." he added, though it was directed at the dunk-booth volunteers.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 11:50 am
Bul stuck out his tongue in a very lizardy fashion. "But that would require getting up-" he joked. He knew that would not be words best uttered around Riley. Instead he stretched his limbs and stuck his tongue out again. "The temps not too bad I just hope that water isn't like... icy a** cold. Then I think I'll survive. Otherwise I will we lapping around this joint." he snickered.
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Az-san rolled 1 100-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 12:15 pm
While the club members seemed to be bickering Azmodel took interest in one of the games... Whack-a-jack? Ah, nice name !
WHACKING!
18 ? Ouch, her pride was hurt... maybe another game then.
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Az-san rolled 5 20-sided dice:
20, 5, 1, 17, 17
Total: 60 (5-100)
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 12:19 pm
"Let's see, what could I do next ?" muttered the young ghoul.
Voodooball ? Sounds lovely !
Sizing one of the heads Azmodel started her game :
THROWING!
20 : TOO HARD! The shrunken head SPLATTERS against the backboard.
5 : You got nowhere near the hoop!
1 : You got nowhere near the hoop!
17 : TOO HARD! The shrunken head SPLATTERS against the backboard.
17 : TOO HARD! The shrunken head SPLATTERS against the backboard.
Zero points... She couldn't believe it. Really...
Maybe next game will be better ?
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Az-san rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 12:29 pm
Her last chance... Should she play safe and aim for a blank or take a risk and try for one of the heads ? Since she had nothing to loose, she decided to take a risk.
SHOOTING!
I'm aiming for: *Jericho*
And... miss. Yup, she just knew it. Not her day for ability. With a sigh she made to leave. For today.
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 1:19 pm
Charlie nervously stood there with a very tense grin. He gave Seiji and even Bul another small wave. Tro made him a little nervous since the train ride. He'd been on his best behavior, or tried to be, when he was in the others company. But that was soon forgotten when he heard some one else playing games. The demon tugged on Tros arm and pointed to the games. There were desu stars floating around his glowing face.
The air, now that he smelt it, smelled of treats. Every which way! Charlie found him self happily fluttering a little off the ground.
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Barefoot Necromancer rolled 1 100-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 2:40 pm
WHACKING!
A fitness booth? Edgar might have looked scrawny, but the zomboil could appreciate such a concept. He grabbed the mallet and lifted it experimentally, before raising it into the air and hitting the platform with it as hard as he could manage. Unfortunately, Edgar wasn't particularly strong and didn't hit it hard at all.
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Barefoot Necromancer rolled 5 20-sided dice:
11, 18, 6, 10, 14
Total: 59 (5-100)
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 2:46 pm
THROWING!
Voodooball? That didn't require strength. Perhaps Edgar would do better with it. He had to at least try it. He grabbed the first head and threw it. It went in smoothly, not even touching the rim. (2) Grinning, he threw a second. This time he threw too hard and the head splattered against the backboard.(0) The third narrowly hit the rim, going around and around before falling in for a point.(1) The fourth thrown rolled around the rim for what felt like an eternity before falling in as well.(1) Before he threw the fifth, Edgar paused, composing himself and taking careful aim. This proved to pay off as it went in as smoothly as the first, avoiding the rim. (2)
All in all, he didn't think he did too badly.
Total: 6
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Grumpy Paw rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82
Total: 82 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 4:07 pm
WHACKING!
The fitness booth, yea that sounded right up his alley. He took off his heavy leather greaser jacket and draped it over the bar next to the mallets. The then flexed his muscles gained from working on all those heavy car parts. He grabbed a mallet then raised it high over his head smashing it down on the board below. He expected to hear a gong for 100 but he was close with an 82. He looked pleased with himself and with a cocky swagger walked back to his jacket and put it on.
Then he just stood there with a confident cool pose. This game was his element.
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Grumpy Paw rolled 5 20-sided dice:
19, 18, 12, 2, 10
Total: 61 (5-100)
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 4:16 pm
THROWING!
After doing so well with the last game he grabbed an arm full of heads and started lobbing them at the board. The only problem was he wasn't really hitting the target. He was throwing so hard most of his heads broke and splattered blood every where.
Points: 4
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