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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 20, 2014 19:05:27 GMT -8
"If ya gonna be sick err do it in the ocean, hambalos. I don't wanna see ya dinner *blergh*. It'll put me off mine." August was beginning to regret choosing dudes for his dinner, it was the pub meal of blood. At least he didn't feel guilty drinking from the yubbies. They were the worst. Too much money and not enough taste, they never appreciated the true art.
August flumped onto the wet sand and tried to look happy about it. "My ma says a good nap in the sand is the best darn hangover cure in the world. Come on y'all, or are ya yella?" August mimed a large drawn out yawn.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 21, 2014 8:14:18 GMT -8
Stewart yobbed his cookies into the surf and it washed around his ankles before rolling out again. Stewart- "Guh... Feel less shit, but I ain' 'bout ta lay out in this... guh."
Chad- "I am." He flopped not far from August.
Cameron- "It's cool, Stew. We'll just, uh, chill for a minute 'n' shit."
Samuel- "I think I need to shit."
Cameron- "Eeeh, that can wait, I'm sure."
Cameron sat in the thick wet sand and slumped back on the slight slope of it. Now only Stewart and Samuel remained on their feet. August felt like his nose was full of an encyclopedia in Grauish - a million things, some vaguely familiar, others totally alien.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 21, 2014 18:29:11 GMT -8
August sighed putting a hand over his mouth and nose, this was becoming less pleasant by the minute. It was time to get a little more proactive. He turned the volume of his voice below human hearing, keeping his mouth from the sight of the humans. "We shoulda got them drunker. I reckon we try the eye thing, ya know? Maybe they're more susceptible drunk? I dunno, it's either that or resorting to knocking em out and ya know how I feel about violence..."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 22, 2014 2:27:38 GMT -8
Stewart- "I don't... I don't get it, bruh. What are we doing here?"
Chad- "*gzsnrrr*"
Cameron- "I feel like knocking 'em out. You ever hear how vampires put fools to sleep? I saw Demetri do it once but I just don't know."
Samuel- "I mean, we're. Yeah. But you should probably. Yeah."
Stewart- "Duude, bro, you're too drunk."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 22, 2014 22:09:11 GMT -8
August stood slowly up, hoping not to startle the drunk yuppies. " Alright then. I'll take chunder bucket, you take the other. Let's try and do it quickly, yeah? I hope we're not too strong. A single punch can kill ya know?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 27, 2014 19:28:06 GMT -8
Cameron- "OK, here goes..." He rose to his feet and walked up to Samuel.
Cameron- "Oy, you shit. I can't believe you said that."
Samuel- "Wh-what? Hey! The fuck is your problem bro?!"
Cameron- "I'm just an angry drunk, homes. Yer goin' down!" A dude was punched!
Stewart- "The fuck is this? Arg!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 27, 2014 23:25:23 GMT -8
August took a deep breath and got his fight on waltzing up behind Stewart."..." "No one talks to me mate like that! Ya bleeding drongo!" August punched the dude in the noggin.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 28, 2014 21:02:00 GMT -8
Stewart- "Dron-?*ulf*" It was like punching babies. Lightly did the trick. These fools were helpless in their inebriations. Cameron and August soon stood in a pile of unconscious bros. They rolled them onto sides in case any barfed. Cameron- "That coulda been worse. After we suck some blood we can drag --"
Cameron noticed August's expression as August noticed something of note. Some sixty feet away under the pier, staring at them from a fiery silhouette, there lurked a hobo.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 28, 2014 21:32:30 GMT -8
"Shootfire! Maybe if I give him some biscuits he'll rack off? I don't wanna punch a homeless dude." August waved as friendfully as he could at the fellow."NOTHING TO SEE HERE, JUST DRUNK BROS. MOVE ALONG, SIR! PLEASE?"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 31, 2014 1:18:14 GMT -8
Hobo- "... ... ..." That dude looked spooky, and wasn't saying anything at the moment. Cameron- "YEAH MAN, SUP?"
Cameron sounded nervous.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Aug 31, 2014 19:04:50 GMT -8
"Well, they ain't going nowhere. Let's see if we can get him to mosey on to the next boardwalk with some smooth talking." August moved towards the hobo holding out his biscuits like a friendful shield. How much had the old guy seen? Was he going to dob on them to the police? Lawdamimbo! How hard was it to drink some dude's blood? It wasn't like they were going to hurt them... anymore anyways. "Hi there matey, do ya like cookies? I got some nice arrowroot looking for a home. Oh! Maybe I got me some spare change too. What do ya say? Sound good? Then ya can try another place, yeah?" August tried not to sound too desperate. He scrounged his pockets for loose change with an awkward smile.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Aug 31, 2014 23:59:23 GMT -8
Cameron nodded & let August do the talking. As they reached the vagrant,
Hobo- "Oy verr. Frenzer Clyde?"
Cameron- "Friends of Clyde?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Sept 1, 2014 14:23:11 GMT -8
"Or his name?" August held out the cookies at the odd looking man. "Oy oy, yar salve! Pip pip, matey. Maybe, we're friendly guys. Urmm What does ya friend look like?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Sept 2, 2014 1:32:38 GMT -8
The hobo didn't seen intrigued by August's offer, or at least, not through the shroud of flames anyway. He sounded like he had a mouth full of slurry. Hobo- "Ye daan't kna Clyde? Wot 're ye doin' ahht 'ere, then? Only ones come dahn 'ere 're frenzerclyde. Ones loike ye, that is. But ye got too much onye crust f'that."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Sept 2, 2014 1:37:25 GMT -8
Cameron- "Uh, lemme see if I can remember this, We don't knuh Clyde, strooth, but we're - er - right friendly blokes we are. Top of the evening ta ya?"
Hobo- "Ye can't get one on this pot and pan. Why ye claret boys swimmin' 'round 'ere? Get'a taste f'seafood now 'ave we?"
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