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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 7:29 pm
((Edited.)) Kaye - Yours Truly ((I'm just spit-balling here, buuuut... It is currently... December. The 13th of December. Aaaat... 11:17 pm. Pacific Time. ----- As Colin walked up the stairs to his apartment, he encountered Doctor Newcastle. With a smile and a friendly nod, he passed the good doctor and opened the door to the apartment, which was usually unlocked. Colin was happy that this was so, for he had forgotten his key when he left that morning.
After setting down his violin, starting up the macaroni-and-cheese dinner in the microwave and plopping down on the couch, he picked up the remote and turned on "Hang 'Em High," an old Clint Eastwood film. Aside from "Wrigley Down Under" and "The Magnificent Seven" (two more old Western films), Hang 'Em High was the only movie that Colin actually owned. He had recently come to own Star Wars Episode II, after paying the late fees he racked up from the Blockbuster down the street.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 8:27 pm
((That makes it upwards of one to three o'clock in New York time, Kaye.))
In the bedroom, resided an antique grandfather clock. It was missing the minute hand and the pendulum. The hour was correct, though David couldn't tell whether it worked, or not. The room had alabaster paint on the walls and ceiling, but it was chipped and faded in most areas. Water damage leaked from an upper floor somewhere, into the corner above the doorway he had just entered. To the side, was a single door that led to a closet, most probably. In the corner of the room was a pile of boxes and junk material. David could go through that later. For now, the only other piece of furniture--an uninviting bed which gave a springy creak every time it was rested on--would need to suffice for the night.
According to the list he had been given, Austin would wake up sometime around dawn, and would prepare himself food and use the restrooms properly. Apparently, Austin understood that his brother was going to be here from now on, but that was all that Newcastle was sure of. Austin could prepare cereal, and dress himself. In fact--Austin would dress and bathe himself meticulously, and in silence, leaving no part of his body or outfit out of perfectly-acceptable ranges of cleanliness. He would take another shower at precisely two o'clock pm, as well. David would need to reschedule his appointment at the club for noon instead of eight. He would need that two-hour nap in order to remain awake for the rest of the day.
After setting his bags down, turning off most of the lights, and peeking in to see Austin sound asleep, David went to what was now his own bedroom and settled into the springy mattress of strange smells and pillows that weren't soft, but flat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2009 7:19 am
((*sigh* Where the hell is Aeriodite?))
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 6:07 pm
((He and I are busy this week, he more so than I. This plus his usual level of activity... may take a while.))
In the meantime, Theodora curled up at home to re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-read The Princess Bride, and was being generally unimprotant.
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The Amazing Flying Circus Crew
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2009 8:53 pm
(( Oh snabizznap! And Aeriodite comes burstin' in with a little bag-o-goodies... wurd... ))
Adam was busy drifting in and out of reality, occasionally muttering curses... more often shouting them. "Where the hell is the ambula-" he was cut off by the distant sound of sirens, "Oh thank God," Adam promptly went limp, deciding that moment to only uses his eyes for communication. Partly out of exhaustion... mostly out of some self-righteous thought that he didn't need to do anything once the ambulance came.
The metal door attached to the pylon made an odd scraping noise, as a small sliding door inside the door itself was pushed open. It was just big enough to see two brown eyes from the other end. "Jake? Seriously I need a place to hide, the cops are gonna come after me! I already heard some sirens," Thatch panted.
"Not my problem," The door promptly shut.
"Jake? Jake?! What the ********? JAKE!" Thatch pounded against the door. The sound of distant sirens getting louder, and apparently the noise awoke some sleeping people. Various lights around the apartments in Calico started flickering on.
((There... now that should get everyone some nice chunky events to dig into,))
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Posted: Thu Jul 09, 2009 8:01 pm
(Sorry for not posting so much. I was in other RPs)
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 6:26 am
((I'm visiting my grandmother's house. I won't be as active as I'd like. *hypocrite*))
"Oh, thank God..." Emery mirrored Adam's words as she watched the ambulance come in. After a moment, she looked back to her charge and smiled an exhausted smile. "You're gonna be fine. Just stay awake..."
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2009 2:44 pm
A sound woke David from his slumber. The knocking, quite insistent, finally served to push him out of dreamland. Sitting up in bed, David glanced to the door. It was open, but standing in the doorway was a man of about twenty, possibly younger. His blond hair was neatly trimmed to two inches of length, faded down either side to buzzed sideburns. Clear blue eyes met David's, and the anxiousness in them shocked the sleeping man into full awareness.
"Austin? What's the matter?" he asked. David then noticed the sirens outside. "...hell?"
Austin said nothing, but turned and walked out of view. David shifted his legs out of bed and stood. After he had donned a robe, David followed the now-gone Austin. He found his quarry staring out of a grimy window.
Looking out, David saw the emergency vehicles--an ambulance and a squad car--park outside of an apartment similar but better to their own, just at the end of the road. "...I wonder what happened," David said.
Austin shifted, then said: "Some gun got shot. At a person."
This surprised David. He didn't know what to expect from Austin, after all these years of not having seen him. "...how do you know?" David asked finally.
"Heard the gun."
"You heard the gunshot, Austin?"
"Yeah."
David continued to watch from inside the window. As curious as he was, the thought of going outside where more gunfire may occur did not seem appealing. On top of that, David refused to leave Austin alone. He did, however, move into the kitchen to check the apartment door's lock.
The door was locked, but taking in how flimsy the whole setup seemed to be, David did not draw much assurance from that. He recalled seeing a baseball bat in Austin's room while passing it a minute before. Backtracking, David circled around the table of the dining room and entered the hall.
He found it leaning against the wall directly perpendicular to the doorway. Austin prevented David from taking it, however.
"No, no. That's my Creed bat. Don't take it."
This was said without any emotion, even the monotony of a disinterested person. David frowned. "Austin," he began to say," I think it would be g--"
"NO."
Once again, this was said without emotion, but now with much more volume. Fearing some type of loud or aggressive tantrum, David simply backed away. "Sure," he said, "whatever you want, bro."
Feeling annoyed, David retreated to his room--the 'junk' room--and fished through some boxes. The best weapon he could find was a makeshift table leg, for some reason removed from the rest of the table (wherever that was).
David caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Whirling, he sighed at the sight of a cockroach crawling up the wall. Now with mild repulsion, David approached to kill the thing before he went back to sleep.
((Much fun with a magic act tomorrow... [that's in the RP. xd ] ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 8:47 pm
Thatch cursed viciously and kicked the door with a resounding, satisfying crash as the metal shook. Without much other thought, Thatch slung his bag over his shoulder, and stared out into the street. Again, he cursed, and started running out into the street. The sound of distant sirens only grew, "Gotta find somewhere to hide... gotta hide... gotta hide," Thatch chanted in a singsong, nervous tone before coming to a skidding halt. Red and blue lights pulsed rhythmically, and Thatch cursed again. With a low growl of sorts, he spun around and franticly searched for another place to hide. An apartment complex, not unlike the one he just left, only much less maintained. He rushed inside, and darted up the stairs until he was near the top floor and went to the first door that looked like it could even be opened. He tugged the doorknob a number of times without any effect, "Open up!" he shouted, before simply backing up a bit, and kicking the door open. In one swift motion, he stepped inside, pushed the door back to it's previous position, and pulled his gun out. With his back facing the door he took a few tentative steps into the apartment, "Alright... who's 'ere?" he panted a little.
((A lright zfatal, this would be your apartment, :3 ))
The ambulance sped into the scene, and without much hesitation a pair of EMS doctors ((not sure what the proper term is... Miinefield?)) jumped out from the ambulance. They rushed towards Adam's side pulling a stretcher with them, "Alright, move aside," a man dressed in scrubs shouted with obvious authority. The two made almost easy work of making a makeshift bandage over the wound and lifting Adam onto the stretcher. Meanwhile Adam maintained a placid, and oddly happy... or at the very least relieved expression throughout the whole process.
((There! razz ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 17, 2009 11:05 pm
"We’re coming back, coming back
We’ll live forever, live forever." Our love had been so strong for far too long.
I was weak with fear that something would go wrong.Before the possibilities came true,
I took all possibility from you.ALMOST LAUGHED MYSELF TO TEARSMust have stabbed her fifty ********> TIMES
Ripped her heart out right before her EYES
Eyes over easy-
EAT IT EAT IT EAT IT
You had my heart.
At least for the most part.
('Cause everybody's gotta die sometime.)
But baby don't cry...
There was a muttered moan and she flapped a hand over her ********..." Mistletoe muttered. "Another gunshot? Seriously? UGH..." Coughing a little she turned over onto her back to face the cieling. "Idiots. LEARN HOW TO SHOOT A ******** GUN WHERE IT COUNTS. AT YOUR OWN FOOT." She grunted. "IDIOTS."
Flapping around for her end table to steady herself, she missed it, and fell off the bed onto the floor with a soft grunt.
By then though, her curiosity had kicked in, and she picked herself up, stumbling slightly.
"David," she mumbled, mostly to herself. "Gotta go talk to David..."
Still half-asleep, she managed to put on a bra and straighten up her tank top and black, white, and red pajama pants, moving barefoot outside into the hallway.
She saw his door was open.
Swallowing, she retreated back into her own apartment, and opened her nightstand, popping up the bottom to reveal a six-shot revolver.
She had bigger other places, but now, those just wouldn't do.
Deep inside something told her that something was very, very wrong.
David and Austin NEVER kept their door wide open.
Silently, she moved out into the hallway again, closing her door without a sound before moving to stand next to the doorway, her shadow cast along the wall and not within view of the door. Swallowing, she only listened, waiting for something to happen.
EAT IT EAT IT EAT IT
We fell apart.
Let's make a new start.
('Cause everybody's gotta die sometime.)
But baby don't cry...
 Eyes over easy-
'Cause I really always knew that my little crime
would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs.
Now an angry soul comes back from the grave,
to repossess a body with which I'd misbehaved.
ALMOST LAUGHED HERSELF TO TEARS
Must have stabbed him fifty ********> TIMES
Ripped his heart out right before his EYES
"Let’s have wedding, have a wedding
Let’s start the killing, start the killing."
A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 3:38 pm
((Thanks. biggrin And I believe the term is EMT.))
Emery stepped away as instructed, but continued to hover nervously around them, holding her bloodstained coat under one arm. She hoped idly that iodine would be enough to save it.
"Excuse me, sir?" She timidly asked one of the EMTs. "But is he going to be okay?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 3:37 pm
Aeriodite Thatch cursed viciously and kicked the door with a resounding, satisfying crash as the metal shook. Without much other thought, Thatch slung his bag over his shoulder, and stared out into the street. Again, he cursed, and started running out into the street. The sound of distant sirens only grew, "Gotta find somewhere to hide... gotta hide... gotta hide," Thatch chanted in a singsong, nervous tone before coming to a skidding halt. Red and blue lights pulsed rhythmically, and Thatch cursed again. With a low growl of sorts, he spun around and franticly searched for another place to hide. An apartment complex, not unlike the one he just left, only much less maintained. He rushed inside, and darted up the stairs until he was near the top floor and went to the first door that looked like it could even be opened. He tugged the doorknob a number of times without any effect, "Open up!" he shouted, before simply backing up a bit, and kicking the door open. In one swift motion, he stepped inside, pushed the door back to it's previous position, and pulled his gun out. With his back facing the door he took a few tentative steps into the apartment, "Alright... who's 'ere?" he panted a little. ((Allow me.)) ----- Colin walked out of the bathroom, a toothbrush in his mouth, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and blue boxer shorts, ready for bed.
"Sorry, Tom..." he mumbled through his toothbrush, "I don't have the rent for---"
He stopped dead and silent at the sight of Thatch, who was definitely not the musician's landlord.
"Hey, you're not Tom." he said, taking the toothbrush out of his mouth, "May I ask who you are and what you're doin' in my apartment...?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 10:13 am
((Once again. David just moved in, this very RP night. Austin has been the only longtime resident of his--and now David's--residence.))
((I thought that ambulance medics were called paramedics.))
The shout, David knew, couldn't be anything but troubling news. To have to deal with this, and deal with Austin, were two totally different and equally demanding tasks. Of course, something like this would happen to David, especially on this night of all nights. He couldn't think of anyway to help whichever poor person had befallen the thug outside, and nor did this help him determine how to best protect his brother. Speaking of whom, Austin, however, did not pause to hesitate. Leaving the kitchen, the younger of the two was lost from sight down that dark hall, probably having retreated to his room.
This left David with slightly more maneuvering space. He hefted the table leg, felt its weight, and gripped it comfortably. One hit with the heavy end of this, and somebody would be going down. However, there was no need to rush outside of the room. The shout--and the hallway from which it had originated--only brought risk, and possibly demise. David leaned slowly, quietly, against the apartment room's main door. After making sure he was properly balanced to prevent it from being kicked down--at least right away--he chanced a look into the peep hole.
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