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Post by Champ on May 31, 2013 16:48:15 GMT -4
((Just so we're clear Agai, when I say you're going to love this character I'm being sarcastic. She's this version of CH's replacement for Aria, and like her predecessor she's going to be irritating at first. I will try to keep her from being too bad though. Best to think of her as Trixie from Mlp if she had the skill to back up all the talk. Don't worry, she'll get better. Anyway, glad to hear you're excited, and that you had fun, and I'll try to wrap this up ASAP to let Jakob have his time to shine.))
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Post by Agai Lazen on May 31, 2013 18:55:38 GMT -4
((Still stoked. Besides, she sounds more like a genderswapped Dr. Doom than anything.))
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Post by Koith on May 31, 2013 20:09:51 GMT -4
((We're done!))
-I see,-Koith nodded-Thanks, maam! I going for a lunch.
Then, he left the office.
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Post by Champ on May 31, 2013 20:58:55 GMT -4
((Alright then, one last thing and then the spotlight's all yours, Jakob.))
Elsewhere....
Eric was drunk and miserable. Of course, this was nothing new for him. He was basically always drunk and miserable. He'd been miserable for as long as he could remember, in fact, since he had been kicked out of that stupid-little storytelling club when he was twelve. That, as far as he could remember, was when his life had started to go down hill. It had just kept going from there. Now it was at rock bottom. He had no money. He couldn't sell a script. His girlfriend had left him. He lived at home with his parents. Things could not get worse.
As he walked, trying to drunkenly remember his way home from the bar, he discovered that this wasn't entirely true. There was one last insult fate had decided to throw in his path. In the front of one of the bookstores was a display, devoted to the person Eric hated most in this world, Gary Weaver. On it, proudly displayed, was Gary's latest book, the latest in a long line of bestsellers. Eric hated Gary for his success. He hated ALL of the former members of the so-called Midnight Society for finding the success that had eluded him. But he hated Gary because his was the face he remembered from the night he'd been kicked out of the club. After all, he was the one who'd decided to hold the stupid vote.
The whole affair had been stupid. Eric had told a story, as was tradition in the club, and then another boy accused him of stealing their story. He was mostly wrong, Eric knew, while his story had been INFORMED by the tale the other boy had been spinning to him on the walk back the previous week, there were obvious differences. Eric's version was better, for one. But Gary had decided that someone had to be punished,and since it was impossible to determine who had come up with the tale first, the group had voted on who they believed had told the story. They'd never liked Eric, so of course they voted against him. The whole thing was a farce to force him out, and ever since Eric's life had been one tough break after another.
Here, drunk and at the end of the rope, he decided that he might as well work out some of his frustration. He picked up a rock, chucking it at the display.
The rock never hit the glass.
Instead,to Eric's amazement, a boy caught it. He had no idea where the boy had come from, probably the alley beside the store, Eric supposed, but something about him unnerved him. Perhaps how filthy he was. Perhaps it was that his clothes hadn't been in style for over a hundred years. Perhaps it was the that unpleasant smile that sat on his face. Eric wasn't sure. All he knew was that this boy gave him the willies.
"I take it you're not a Gary Weaver fan?" The boy said.
Gary laughed. There was no joy in the sound.
"That'd be a bit of an understatement," He said.
"Still mad he kicked you out of the society, huh?" The boy asked.
A shiver went down Eric's spine.
"How did you...," He started, but the boy continued.
"Would you like to get revenge?" The boy asked.
Eric stared, thinking for a moment. Mostly he was thinking he was far, far too drunk.
"Yeah," He said at last, "But what do you mean by that?"
"I can give it to you," The boy said, "I can give you anything. Money, fame, but first I need to get my own revenge on Gary. On the whole Midnight Society, in fact. All I need is your help."
For a moment Eric wasn't sure. He had a feeling that there was more to this deal than the boy was telling him. Still, if this boy could really do what he claimed, than Eric would do anything for him. And getting revenge on Gary was something he already wanted to do.
"Sure," He said.
The boy smiled.
"Good," He said, "Than first thing's first. I need you to get on a plane to Tremorton."
END EPISODE 1.
((Kind of a crappy epilogue, but screw it, there's tornado sirens here and I just want to get this done so Jakob can do his thing. See you all in Episode 2.))
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Post by Plink on May 31, 2013 21:24:38 GMT -4
((Oh gosh you're out there?))
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Post by Agai Lazen on May 31, 2013 22:23:48 GMT -4
Trouble's a-brewin'.
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