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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 1, 2013 3:06:49 GMT -8
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 1, 2013 3:41:11 GMT -8
The party was dim, the most powerful light sources frittered away to nil. Braziers amplified with mirrors at least allowed people to navigate the floor with their feet, while colorful party lights maintained the festive air. Still, it was becoming more sedate, and people were disappearing.
Chantelle had ceded the stage to Kaito, who played something like the soundtrack to Dead Man on his electric guitar.
Seth was studying his bottle of Jagermeister. It remained resolutely empty. Strange ghosts hung about him like icicles. Icicles of ardor. But hotter than an icicle, because that's cold. Maybe more like a stalactite. Or two. Casey- "Oh man, Seth, you really went crazy tonight. That thing you did an hour ago, damn. People aren't gonna let you forget that."
Bryce- "I already forgot it. Give the man a break, Joan Rivers."
Seth- "Man, yeah, it's always drama with you teenagers. It's just, gotta take it easy man."
Casey- "Man, I'm sorry."
Seth- "Hey, hey heyheyheyhey hey..." He held his hands up to try to help communicate. "What's everyone gonna do for porn now?"
Casey- "HahaHA! See? You're so wacky!"
Bryce- "That's a legitimate question, Sunshine. Why can't you take shit seriously?
Seth- "See just started thinking, so much of it was all on the internet. Does that mean we have to go back to, like, hard copy? Were they even doing that shit anymore? And does that mean, like, like, in order to get new stuff we'll have to, like, use a printing press? That's... crazy..."
Bryce- "Answer the man, genius!"
Casey- "I, I don't know! Um... Seriously?"
Bryce- "He's lost his mind... The man has no brain..."
Casey- "Hey, you don't have to be a jerk all night."
Seth- "Printing, you know, it doesn't have to be a bad thing. It could be like a Renaissance, for the industry. It'd be, like, making it more personal... Could lead to some clever innovation. What would you guys like to see?"
Bryce- "Anything you'd keep under your mattress, huh huh."
Casey- "Um, I prefer stuff to be really respectful. Tasteful, like erotica - not porn."
Seth- "Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. Respectful. You know honestly, I've found the raunchiness of the end product doesn't necessarily relate to treatment of the actors. It's just part of the act, you know? Think like when you're in a scene where people are calling you names or pulling your hair, it's not real. Those guys are perfectly swell, sometimes..."
Stevie- "Hey-O! GentleMEN. Greetings from the fish bowl. We drink the drinks here. Snake the rake, I want to see you drain a lake!"
Casey- "OK, I'm... Too tired, I'll see you guys around."
Bryce- "Don't let the door..."
Stevie- "That kid's A-OK. Probably has a pierced dong, but that's the future, man."
Seth- "Oh wow, ya think? Huh! That could be pretty hot..."
Bryce- "Oh hellz naw!"
Stevie- "Yeah... So... Howzitgoin'?" Pigeon- "Blooo! Blooo!"
Bryce- "Man, what a night. I hate parties."
Stevie- "You clearly did not drink enough. What's your poison, kid? I'll getcha some next time we go out."
Bryce- "Thanks, Stevie. Uh... Whiskey."
Stevie- "You got it, man! I think Tyrone Lashonda and me killed the last bottle pretty quick, but I'll set some aside."
Bryce- "That's very generous of you."
Stevie- "No prob- Uh... Are you looking for something? Volya- "No man. Just admiring your hairs."
Seth- "Oh yeah yeah, so Stevie. Porn. What's its future? I was thinkin' like... what. Dirty comics? We can get printers running, we gotta do like Gutenberg or somethin'?!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 1, 2013 4:19:57 GMT -8
Stevie- "Tijuana bibles... That's what they're called. Like comic where you get to see Blondie's cans, or Popeye bonin' a mermaid."
Bryce- "Why, the possibilities are limitless!"
Volya- "Sounds boring. In future, no one uses porn because everyone gets to fucks like all the times. Is Utopia."
Seth- "Wow, how future is your future? But for real, what if like... there was no one hot around? And fetishes! What about people who got used to not being able to get off without dressing up like a character from Goof Troop?"
Bryce- "It's like a portal into my nightmares!"
Volya- "I don't believes fetishes are real. Everyone knows everyone just gets woman, suck on her toes for fifteen minutes, and shoots on her feet. It's how fuckings is all about since the Dawn of Times."
Stevie- "... OK."
Seth- "Oh yeah for sure. Whoa, all those ladies wearing flip-flops... HEY O!"
Bryce- "I'd fux with it. Any fetishes in your closet Sir Stevie?"
Stevie- "Ladies in combat boots."
Volya- "That's just sick, man! Ooh, it's the cat."
Volya chased the pigeon away.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 1, 2013 4:58:17 GMT -8
"Fold." He breathes, and leans back in his chair, before glancing towards the alcohol longingly. He had enjoyed the occasional beer and whiskey now and then... "Hum, I hope we never come across one of the big zombies again, but I feel there may be much more out there that we have yet to see. If there are these things, what about werewolves, and vampires? Should we start making silver bullets?" He zones out quietly. "We certainly have demons..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 1, 2013 5:04:36 GMT -8
Tyrone- "How much treasure are you boys gon' t' give me? No one even wanna see what I had?"
Ivan- "Damn. Well, werewolfs. Why not? I heard you can tell a werewolf by if they have, say, stickin' out kinda canine teeth, and thick eyebrows, and drawn features and such." The other players looked at Ashley.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 1, 2013 6:18:48 GMT -8
"My coworkers once likened me to a doberman, but I'm hardly a werewolf. It's my mother's good looks." He flashes his crooked teeth oddly, the comparison wasn't flattering, but it amused him. He brushed his fingers through his short black hair, subtly pleased by his old world looks. He could have been mistaken for someone with a hispanic background, or a touch of something else, with his olive skin and black eyes and hair. Ashley had folded, but he looked at Tyrone's hand. No one had called him out, thus Tyrone was likely the winner. He forked out more cigarettes he had stashed. His cash was useless. "A werewolf. I wonder what it would look like. If anything else is any clue, likely a mindless beast. We should make some just in case...I carry a lighter and a steel rod for ghosts and zombies both." He seems proud of himself, even if his swordfighting skills are hardly up to par. His combat skills, and self defense were good enough, and he approached situations cautiously and with minimal exposure and under cover. He was prepared for more dangerous threats. Tyrone- "Now see, I can't be expected t' carry roun' a hunnerd pound of gear like a ranger. I'm fit, but not that fit. Sometime, ya gonna get surprised by a situation. Can't be prepared for everythin'..."
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Post by Gillsing on Jan 1, 2013 7:05:14 GMT -8
Ben wasn't quite sure what exactly Sonya meant with all her words, so clearly she'd had a good reason for waiting. But the kiss was clear enough. He used his free hand to draw her closer for a hug, making sure to not risk spilling his drink on her dress. "Maybe we should let our bodies do the talking, and see what they come up with?" What? Did he really say that? Geez! She returned the hug liek she really needed it. When he said his silly line, she pulled back a bit and looked at him, smirking. She still had her arms threaded through his. Sonya- "I know! I'm too tight in my head, so will have more fun to drink first. I like you Ben." She laid some more smooches on the guy before grabbing a bottle of stuff. Was that Midori? Something green.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 1, 2013 10:40:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 1, 2013 10:43:35 GMT -8
Ashley spared the others a grin and followed her. He had already lost this game, after all. He gave them a little salute and followed suite. "Not feeling too hot?" He looked around and wondered if it was the weather or the drink. He put his hands in his pockets, and followed closely, the concern seemed honest at least.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jan 1, 2013 17:54:28 GMT -8
Patti made her way to the bar and poured a large glass of water, also piling some crackers on her plate. She had planned on slipping out to finish her joint, but decided maybe Ash's tag along was a blessing in disguise. She probably didn't need to get that high anyhow. "Think it might be time to sober up before bedtime. I might go out for cigarettes and batteries tomorrow. Maybe we could check another building or something." She stopped herself before she started rambling.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 1, 2013 18:17:56 GMT -8
He flashed his eerie smile again, probably out of friendliness. "That sounds good to me. Smoking is bad for your health you know, but good for trade. I don't know how those european chaps run if they smoke so much." He remarks off the top of his head. It may occur to her he knows a lot about a little, and not much else. "I hope the rest of them made it to Cairo, or somewhere far away and safe." He remarks quietly. He's probably the only sober man at the party now.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jan 1, 2013 18:58:54 GMT -8
Hector- "Volya! Volya! Where are you? Where is it?!" Volya- "It's over here! It knows something!" Hector- "Kill it quickly, mang!" Volya- "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Kaito- "This party is pretty stupid, huh?" Cat- "..."
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Post by DKender on Jan 1, 2013 19:15:02 GMT -8
Lying down, a now-conscious Alex really didn't feel THAT bad. Maybe he hadn't overdosed, after all. That's right, Rookie. Brush it off. Your liver will remove all the bad chemicals. He just needed to rest. The floor wasn't comfortable, though; Alex removed his shirt, rolled it up, and used the bundle as a little polo pillow. Nice! It was like sunbathing, but without the surf, sand, or sun. "I'm going to be okay now, Sarah. You're like a fancy movie actress, with that haircut. Drunk actress. Haha. Right? HEY! Why's Volya and Hector harassing a bird? Poor thing." Sarah- "Hm, yeah, thatsh um-"
DUDES, CUT THAT OUT! BASTA YA! Pobrecito ..." Sarah- " @o@ "
Chelsea- " >_< " Volya- "Is this not a reasonable thing to do?" Pigeon- "Bloo-oo-oo."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 1, 2013 19:28:36 GMT -8
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 1, 2013 20:56:44 GMT -8
Ashley runs around after Volya and Hector to discipline them, with "I AM NOT A WEREWOLF" exclamations. Furthermore, he tells them that they are dangerously intoxicated. They were all, like, "Whoa!"He then would go try to confess some kind of feelings to Patti before he goes to bed. Which is "I like like you." Essentially. Given that she's high as a kite, she will probably 1) not remember it. 2) Giggle and find this hilarious.
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