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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 8:07 pm
Rules:
This is fundamentally different than the other two theaters, where those make fun of the genre, this will be a serious exercise. Of course, you can expect some silly, because silly happens.
Also, unlike other theaters, I will not participate directly. Instead, I shall act as the house and it's peculiarities. The force behind the scenes, so-to-speak.
Lastly, if you wish to enter after a certain point, please let me know.
Special rule: you cannot be the sneaker
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 8:20 pm
EXTERIOR: FRONT YARD
The House stands in open defiance of housing standards and the homeowner's association. Rotting boards hang from rusted nails, overgrown vines reach up to empty windows whose glass litters the ground below, dead plants hang in pots from a blackened awning.
The house slumps in dilapidated depression.
or perhaps it crouches in anxious anticipation.
A blue, child-sized sneaker rests upon the porch, it's owner nowhere in sight
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2008 8:32 pm
An Audi convertible pulls up to the curb across the street. The top was down, allowing the driver to feel the summer breeze.
He pulls the key from the ignition and slides awkwardly out of the car without opening the door. He isn't necessarily tall, maybe 5'10", is wearing a red dress shirt, patched, baggy pants, and sunglasses. His long, brown hair is pulled into a ponytail.
He reaches into the back seat, pulls out a black messenger bag and drapes it over one shoulder. Gazing up at the wreck of the suburban dream, he lets his sunglasses fall slightly down the bridge of his nose.
Tucking his hands into his pants pockets, he walks around the car and crosses the street, wondering why the ******** his dad thought he it was a good idea to waste his son's time investigating a useless piece of property.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 12:02 am
Riding down the sidewalk on his bike, the paper boy tosses the daily post onto people's porches. He seems a little old to be a paper boy, but he's the youngest boy the neighborhood has....
He sees the man in the red shirt stepping, or rather slidding, out of his car and decides to investigate. Ringing his bell two times for warning and then comming to a quick stop, he asks the stranger, "Hey there mister, you the guy who's supposed to be cleaning up this house?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 7:56 pm
Phenton sighs, turning to the newspaper boy with an irritated look in his eye. Seeing the kid, he raises a brow, wondering why a kid this age rode a bike with a bell on it, and his frustration dissipates
"Nah, just the guy who's gonna tell his dad whether or not this place is WORTH cleaning up." He looks up at the house, and is reminded of the time he ISN'T spending with his fiance right now.
"Anyway, see you 'round kid." He continues up the sidewalk towards the house, waving dismissively. Predictably enough, as he reached the front porch, he was too absorbed in his own malcontent to notice the child's shoe until he tripped on it.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:36 pm
From this vantage point (lol) you can see somewhat through the gap between the door and the doorframe.
You aren't sure, but you think the darkness beyond may have just winked at you.
Rolling thunder is heard as if off in the distance, though the forming storm clouds are gathering around the house.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 11:19 pm
*Looking at the clouds and hearing the thunder he thinks to himself, "Man, it's been over 100 degrees out here and not a cloud in the sky till this guy shows up. He must be shoot'n steam out of all his pores to make that happen." Resting his bike on the side of the car he starts walking towards the man on the floor.*
Hey man, are you alright? You took a nasty fall there. Didn't break anything did you?
Oh! That reminds me, do you see a super ball while you're down there, I lost mine a couple weeks ago and I think it might be somewhere around there... sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 2:45 am
Superballs rain from the sky-
*ahem*
Several things happen all at once. A heavy rain begins that, in conjunction with the impossibly dark clouds, makes it impossible to see anything beyond the porch except for the too-close lightning bolt that crashes down onto the car and bycicle, the fate of which is swallowed up in darkness, though one could be assured that the brief column of fire was, in fact, the gas tank. Meanwhile the brass doorknob turns ever so slightly and the door creaks open, possibly blown open by the pressure caused by the lightning.
Or maybe it has something to do with the sound of laughter only faintly audiable over the raging storm.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 10:50 pm
Woah! Hey! Who turned out the lights?!
*He stumbles across the lawn which has quickly begun to fill with large puddles*
Hey man, are you still there?! I can't see a thing except for that candle somone left burning near your car.
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2008 5:41 pm
Phenton groans, and rubs his head, glad to be under the awning as the rain began to pour. "No superballs over her-" the car explodes.
"What the ********?! What the ********!?" he screams standing up. He starts to rush for what was left of his beautiful, expensive, brand-new car, but is buffered by the impenetrable rain.
As the door creaks open behind him, he turns slowly to the kid. He stares the boy in the eye, listening to the ominous cackling.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 2:04 am
*Staring back at the new commer, he slightly turns his head away to the side in a creeped out expression*
Hey man! I don't know what you big city folks are into, but I'm just trying to deliver some papers while keeping my eye on you.....And my sister is missing her two middle fingers, so she can easily poke a guy square in both eyes! You just think about that!
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 11:18 am
A light is visible from inside the house, a small flicker of a flame that does little to illuminate the room it is in, just enough to see the bit of floor around it, old, bare wood- pitted and scarred with wear and age.
Additionally, a large brazier is next to the small flame, its dozen candles unlit.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 10:06 pm
eek Hey! Did you light that candle?! I don't remember that being lit before...
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 11:38 am
"How could I light a candle, dumb-a**? I'm standing OUTSIDE! With you WATCHING ME."
Phenton stared at the flickering light, confused, frightened, mesmerized. Not quite himself, he entered the house, headings towards the haunted illumination.
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