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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jun 28, 2011 18:56:09 GMT -5
Alright this is where the actual rp will take place.
It will start out in the freehold.
At the moment the freehold is a little run down looking, not many lings have been there to fill it with glamour and love =P
so as you enter the city in what ever way u see fit when u walk into the freehold it is, like i said, a bit run down. AS you walk in it kind of glows a bit (like its smileing that your there)
There is not much furniture in there a couch adn table adn chairs adn only in the main room the rest of the house is empty. And as I said in the green room from the ouside it almost looks like a shack but once inside it is much much bigger.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jun 28, 2011 21:35:08 GMT -5
Approaching the run down shack, a being of tall, well dressed standing had his eyes upon it's aura. In a way the being seemed like it was drawn near the place, like a magnet to metal- or the opposite. Ever zig and zag towards it's destination seemed to be made out of caution- or rather, a suspicion of reality.
Coming to the door the... The Man, with a mein of pure black and black fire hair brought his digits along and around the door's handle. After a careful turn that seemed like he was cracking a safe it was fairly obvious this... Man wasn't normal. At least by the terms of mortal society. His body was cocked forward as his open eye unhidden from his burning hair espied about the corners.
He looked all too giddy when he entered, shutting the door slowly and softly behind him. Soon after entering he dove to the floor, smiling madly at the feeling of the dusty wooden ground. The floor reminded this man of a very quiet place where he could always find peace, where his mind could be at ease. This place which called out for him was much like his own happy grove of obfuscation from the rest of the world.
"OH the joy, the emotion, the dusty dusk of an ebony floor, surrounded by the expanse of oaken walls- a padded room only for those who see it as a prison." His voice was quite jittery, and arced with a wisping sort of dancing flame sound.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jun 28, 2011 22:49:59 GMT -5
As you were entering and falling to the floor the room lit up with lights. A tv apperad in the cornor and on its screen you see a mans face, he has older, but new features like he is young but as seen a lot in his life with white and gold hair.
'HELLO young CHAGLING" his voice kind of crackles through the tv going queit adn loud every other word
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jun 28, 2011 23:42:51 GMT -5
After staking out by the shack for a couple hours wondering if it was safe to go in, seeing such an intriguing man walk not see the place explode.
He decided it might be safe to join no explosions no one seems to be following. He looks left the right before lowering himself from the tree he was sitting in bag full of gear a man who seems to have had lots of adventures. Holes in his jeans compared to the taller man he seems a little more scrappy walking towards the door with his hood pulled up.
He gets there pretending he just arrived for the first time he goes up to the door knocks and says in perfect english "Hello, Is anyone home?"
Just in case the man is threatening he readies a slight non-threatening defense.
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jun 28, 2011 23:51:01 GMT -5
The man in the tv yells with ecitment at the sound of another person "YES plEAse ComE INNN we are HEreeeeee"
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jun 28, 2011 23:56:34 GMT -5
When the TV came on he sat straight up from his laying wonderland, with his mouth agape and his eyes open wide. Soon his lips pursed into a smile, and he shouted back in glee; "Hello MR. TV, How can I assist you!?"
"Hello, Is anyone home?"
At the shout of the voice from outside Allard pointed his index digit towards the TV and blatantly shouted "I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER, IT SEEMS WE HAVE COMPANY AND I'D HATE TO BE RUDE!" He stood up and looked back at the TV, a more innocent look this time "So pleeeease, don't change that channel!"
Pivoting upon his left foot, Allard slid over to the doorway where he'd open the door, expecting to see sweet everythings in the form of a parade of blood and sweat! But his hopes were bashed when he saw a very painted monkey man mingling about the door-frame. His face lit up with a brightness only matched by an actual light fixture. If any thing, he might've thought himself one as he spoke; "Welcome WELCOME! You must see the floor, it is so COMFORTABLE! Oh, and don't mind the TV, he's just a tad bit on the ruuuude side!" He spun around in place on one foot, and bowed before moon0walking back into the center of the room, attempting to precisely land in the dust angel he created earlier. " I'm Allarrrrrrrd! YES!"
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jun 29, 2011 0:03:39 GMT -5
Ruddeee??? HOW am I ruDE?
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jun 29, 2011 0:13:47 GMT -5
Standing as tall as he could as the door swung open he let a sigh of relief slip out as he was not attack in an instant. Looking around seeing that he had spent the nigh in much worse places he said "Hello there Mr. T V (emphasizing each letter) and Mr. Allarrrrrrd (Rolling his r's in a nice hum) I am Cervantez and before you ask that is with a Z. This is a nice place you got here."
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jun 29, 2011 0:24:22 GMT -5
His head went thunk against the wooden floor as he tried to look at the TV from that position. "W-W-what? I never... N-never called you rude..." His voice was overtaken by a tone of youth and naivety as he tried to continually stare at the TV. "I-I'm sorry if Allard is a little weird... He gets that way... Usually when he's excited..."
Turning his chin down he looked up at the painted monkey man, hearing him introduce himself. "B-But Crowe-Crowe wasn't going to ask about how you spell your name..."
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jun 29, 2011 0:38:54 GMT -5
"Ummmmm" looks around to see if there is anyone else seeing no one "Crowe who is that, is it the TV's name? " He sets his equipment next to the door shutting it then sits down on the floor scratches his head with his tail.
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jun 29, 2011 16:12:10 GMT -5
"Crowe-Crowe is me... No one else..." He'd scoot over to a nearby bare piece of furniture, scurrying under it. "I'm scared..."
(Lolshortpost)
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jun 29, 2011 23:36:50 GMT -5
Goes over to the couch sits down looks to see whats on the tv. The relaxes and says. "Ok Crowe......Crowe (taking a short pause inbetween) I guess what I don't understand then is why did you introduce your self as Allard a second ago, but why do I care call yourself what ever you want."
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Post by Lord Seamus Mcfee on Jun 30, 2011 1:23:41 GMT -5
The man in the TV looks at cervantaz (sp?) if u expect the channel to changel...sadly it will not...but ic an dance if u would like? as he says that you see the tv start hoping up and down and grow antenna legs and kind of do a little river dance
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Post by Lucian D'Revere on Jun 30, 2011 22:23:42 GMT -5
Crowe-Crowe jaunted himself back in terror at the sight of the dancing TV, crawling backwards on his heels and his palms. Soon he'd hit a corner, and he'd yell "Allard! Help me! A TV is trying to eat me!"
He'd sob once or twice before stopping, his fiery black hair flipping back over his ear as he'd show his face, and the single missing eye in his left eye socket. The stitching along the eyelids looked like those of an old doll, the socket's remaining skin narrowing along with his other eye as he'd stand to a knee and draw his auto-pistol. The gun was aimed towards the TV.
"YOU SCARED THE CHILD! NO ONE SCARES THE CHILD!" His voice screeched like a raven, harsh and full of vengeful ire.
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Post by Clouse or Dale on Jun 30, 2011 22:32:10 GMT -5
Cervantez (correct sp) stands up somewhat standing in the way hands up and says. "The TV did not mean to scare the child and if I am correct would you not be the child and are you scared right now, to me you seem angry."
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