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 Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 2:21 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 4:21 am
 -Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________After the moving truck pulled away and all of Clark's boxes were down stairs, the man started about immediate unpacking. He wasn't pissed off that it was inconvenient at the moment as he was too busy trying to get everything situated the way he wanted it. Optimal gaming capabilities, that's what he was going for. Let's see... The bed would have to be backed against the wall so he could lounge against the fluffy back-board while peering over at the TV, which is conveniently placed just across from the foot of the bed. Next to the bed as the mini fridge, which also served as a good nightstand, not that he ever kept anything on a night stand but his drink at the time, or a bag of chips... But chips could easily lay with him in the bed, even if they weren't Lay's... Okay... a bad joke, but he was in a hurry to get things set up or else he'd have an anger flair... Video game withdraw... was there such a thing? For Clark their was if the house was too silent. His brother lived upstairs, and wouldn't want to sit and watch him play since all he did was scream at the TV when things didn't go his way. Clark was the only one allowed to make noise while he gamed, well, aside from the game itself. Anyone that wanted to watch had to be silent, or receive a punch to the face... or worse. At any rate, he was in the middle of Final Fantasy X and needed to get back to it as soon as possible, which meant he had to unpack to find his gaming consoles. he didn't care about clothes or anything else really... just his baby. Crap, he'd have to go out later to get come fresh junk food though since he was almost out of chips and only had one bottle of cola left. It could wait for now... Right now he had to get everything set up just so, so that he could continue his game. It took about three hours, but EVERYTHING was unpacked and his gaming consoles were lined up at the foot of the bed on a coffee table, waiting for him to play. The first one he'd hook up for now, would be his playstation, as he NEEDED to play Final Fantasy, and he needed to play it NOW! No, he needed to play it three hours ago! Damn moving to hell! he thought as he plugged things in, formatted the TV and off on his gaming adventure he would go. The particular fight he was about to start was with Lady Yunalesca... "OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! I CAN'T FIGHT HER!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!" The fight had just started and he was freaking out. This was going to be a long fight. Anyone within a ten mile radius could here that from Clark's screaming. Apparently, Mega Death spells were not his friend, as it killed him off about three times before he managed to leave someone in a zombie form with enough hit points to stay alive when the others died. There was hours, hell the sun had gone down and the man was still yelling at his TV. He didn't understand why this fight was taking him so damn long! He knew all of the things that she could cast now, and made it to her last form, but still, something kept catching him at the end... He had to think for a moment or two before he started the fight over again. Clark Rothenburger would be the victor this time... There was no way that he was going to loose to that hag one more time. With that determination, the man finally did beat the fight, and saved as soon as he could after that at a save sphere. "Damn that was annoying..." he was annoyed now with his game and figured that he should take a break from it for a little while... Until he got over the issues he had with Lady Yunalesca. Of course, she was dead now, but it didn't stop him from being down right pissy about how long it took. Growling to himself, he finished off his soda and let out a sigh. Order pizza maybe? Yeah, that sounded like a better plan than going out somewhere to scavenge for food. That took too much effort, and he was in too bad a mood. But at least he wasn't yelling at the TV anymore... ____________________________________________________________   
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:39 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________After having met an a** like Keith at his brother's cafe, Clark was once again home, but not alone this time. As the door swung open to the main level of the house, Clark strode inside, Keith actually with him! It had been such a long time since anyone had been over for the sake of Clark. Sure, people used to visit Avien all the time when they lived back in the city, but no one every had any kind of interest in Clark at all. He was just the scary troll that never moved from in front of the TV unless he needed to get more junk food. Grabbing some chips and sodas from the kitchen, he opened the door to the basement level, where he live and started down, "Close the door after you..." His tone wasn't as sharp as it had been at the cafe when he challenged the man to this video game-off. The reason he probably wasn't as tense was because they were in his territory now. He was ruler of this downstairs realm and no one else was to bother him there... generally speaking... but now he had this man down in his room with him, and he was soon laying out his games that he had to offer. The collection was quite extensive, but he had also singled out the fighter games that were multiple player options so they could beat the s**t out of each other there. "You play Halo?" This was a game that Clark was very good at for some reason. Sure, he got mad at it from time to time, but really, after a few more play-throughs, the got the hang of it and worked his way up to passing on legendary. Yes, that was an accomplishment... but then he got bored and switched to a different game, and console all together for a while. He had a Wii, and Xbox, Xbox360, a Playstation 2 and a Playstation 3, a Game cube and a bunch of other consoles, but the author got too lazy to list them all. ____________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 10:48 pm
Why was he here again? Or right, he needed a place to chill until Bela was back from God knew where and the boy reminded him of Conor. If Keith had been anywhere close to his usual attitude, he would probably stab himself for thinking like that, but right now, he was just.. well, not himself. Too many s**t happening at the same time did that to a man. "Sure, I play" He said as he close the door. Now, he wasn't really good at it. Average at best. That's what happen when the only time you played it was when you were high and your opponent was... well, ********. Conor. He rolled his eyes, realizing just how pathetic he was. "Dude, nice.. uh.. Room" He commented, actually being serious. Much better than their old crappy apartment or his old inn room. Private, too. He liked it.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:03 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________"Good..." he muttered in response before hooking up the xbox and cramming the game inside of it. Then he heard Keith's compliment. "Huh?" Error, compliments do not compute... No one every complimented Clark's anything. Then again, most people didn't even bother talking to him, or going into his realm of video games. Yeah, his room was pretty nice. He had a double bed, a coffee table, a mini fridge, and ******** the room was huge! After all, it was the basement and all... "Yeah... whatever..." He ripped open the bag of chips, and offered some to Keith silently. It wasn't often that he offered to share his food, the man should bask in the moment of temporary kindness, because he was about to experience a certain degree of video gaming powned hell. ____________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:20 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:30 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Clark growled slightly at Keith trying to rush him... It wasn't his god damn fault that the console couldn't load the game faster... Flopping down in his favorite gaming spot, the man turned on the TV and the switched through the menus to get to the setting he wanted. "Ten kills to win... prepare to be royally raped..." The kid really did play this too much before that he was really good at using the controller. Of course, he hadn't play this specific game in well over three months, so their might be a little leeway for Keith to possibly kill him once... Yeah, one was about all he was going to give him, if anything at all. Running around the map, he was currently holding a shotgun, snuck up behind Keith's character, and melee hit him in the back of the head, killing him once already. "Nine more to go..."____________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:38 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 11:53 pm
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________Clark was laughing the whole time as he was totally kicking Keith's a**. "Betcha wont say I suck at games anymore..." he muttered on his 6th kill. But then the table turned for a moment and Clark's character died for the first time in the game. He blinked a few times, surprised... Keith had gotten him with a head shot! With a ******** pistol! He growled some, definitely going to pay him back for that one... His next killing of Keith would be with the magic of sticking a plasma grenade to his foot... There was no escaping that death, no matter how much you ran... He laughed evilly at he got the blue glowing grenade stuck to Keith's character from standing on a platform above. Yeah... this was a good time. He wondered why he didn't play games with other people more often? Oh right, they were usually douchebags about it... ____________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:05 am
"I never said I was any better." He replied in his defence. He had just said that he wasn't able to beat a game, never said he would have been able too. Oh? What was that blue glowing thing? Whatever it was, Keith had no clue. What he did know, however, was that this thing would probably kill him in a few seconds. Now, for anyone who dared remember, Keith had always been the smartest of the two between him and Conor. He was Judith's son after all. His favourite games always included controling a bunch of people around him to do what he wanted. Like that one time he got Bela to distract Vlad while he made Dante stand naked in front of a crowd, or when he had used Romane to get Integra fired, or when he used Romane once again to arrest the twins for ******. Yes, Keith was before anything else, a strategist and at war, there were only two strategy philosophy. End the war quickly with the lest death, or kill as many people with the fewest death on your side. Since his character was about to get killed anyway, nothing stopped him from using it as a Kamikaze. He made his character fall off the platform landing right next to Clark's and then... BOOM. He might have been killed, but so had been Clarks.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:47 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________(Totally legal... I did that all the time when my sister did that to me... ha ha ha) Clark blinked a few times, a bit surprised that the man had figured that one out... He should make it a point to move away faster next time, or be up higher... enough though that would kill his visibility... No more plasmas... He didn't say anything, but went up to a high point on the map now, with a sniper rifle. Yeah, this would be a safe bet for now till he could find him on his scope. Zooming in he scanned the area, making sure to keep ducked down low enough that he wouldn't be visible from anywhere down there. ____________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 1:02 am
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 1:44 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________ For one, Clark had no sexual desires really... Hell, it was kind of weird now that he thought about it, but he was pretty sure he wasn't gay like his brother at least... no... he wasn't attracted to Keith at... He stared for a moment at his wound, wondering for a moment what he'd done that he was bandaged up... Not like it mattered to him any. So now he had come up with a justifications for his freaking out, but seriously, "NO! There is no ******** way... NO ******** WAY!!!!!" Or course the first person he plays a video game with in a while had to be a freak. Otherwise it wouldn't be the life of Clark. Not that he ever had an interesting life before this... Well, aside from that adventures at the McDonald's Drive-thru window... Or that time he got so drunk... you know what... never mind those times... the point is that there was no way he was going to... Consider ******** Keith... Okay, maybe later in life if they knew each other better... NO! There was no way it was happening... Nuh-uh, not a million years... He picked up Keith's shirt and threw it at him before pushing him up the stairs. "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!" There is no way... I'm gay... There is NO ******** WAY THAT I CLARK ROTHENBURGER AM GAY!!! I will NOT ******** a man... I WILL NOT!!!!... the inner monologue of Clark's head was kind of scary... It was almost like he was trying to convince himself that he wasn't gay... as if he really needed to convince himself. Yeah, he was pretty sure he wasn't gay, but then again, he'd never been in a relationship before... No one ever came on to him or anything. He had no idea how to react to this, so his usual rage came out in a way of panic. Insecurities maybe? ____________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 1:55 am
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 2:16 am
-Clark Rothenburger-___________________________________________________________"OH MY ******** GOD ARE YOU MENTAL!!!!!!!!!! IT'S A FIGURE OF SPEECH!!!! I DIDN'T MEAN I WAS LITERALLY GOING TO ******** YOU!" Not that he didn't find Keith physically unattractive... hell, if he could thing straight at all he might have considered him actually pretty hot... but NO! He was trying to tell himself that there was no way in hell that he was gay, or bi... or whatever... "WHO THE ******** WERE YOU PLAYING HALO WITH BEFORE THAT THE RULES OF WINNING AND LOOSING WERE ACTUALLY IN REGARDS TO SEX?!?! YOU'RE ******** SICK MAN! JUST A ********' SICKO!" He continued to try and push him out of the basement door, which he did do... but now he had to get him across the house and out the front door... God, this was so inconvenient that he actually considered just raping the b*****d and getting it over with so he'd stop being such a p***y! ____________________________________________________________
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