WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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Alek turned and gave the woman a puzzled look. He considered for a moment that this might not be a Darwinist ploy, after all, who could possibly think that someone wouldn't know what Austria was. But then, it still wouldn't be the strangest thing he had heard today, and who knew what they taught in Darwinist schools? For all Alek knew they could teach children that the world was flat and the sun revolved around the Earth. He didn't want to give up too much, not yet.
Mike Dawson was currently leaving Dr. Sims office after having just had his headache cured. His mind was preoccupied with the Dark world though and he could feel his migraine slipping back. He pulled the smiley face magnet from his fridge out of his pocket, staring at it intently.
"Maybe this will help me figure out who murdered Rita?"
Suddenly He overheard what must have been peoples voices off in the distance. He couldn't identify them as anyone he had ever met, the only words he could identify from this far away was "Austria".
"Oh gosh what's happening now?"
"Maybe this will help me figure out who murdered Rita?"
Suddenly He overheard what must have been peoples voices off in the distance. He couldn't identify them as anyone he had ever met, the only words he could identify from this far away was "Austria".
"Oh gosh what's happening now?"
"All i know is that there are five great nations," she began and counted them off on her hand. "The land of Lightning, The land of Water, the Land of Fire, the land of Wind and the Land of Earth. The Village hidden in the leaves is the Land of Fire's military stronghold. Why, what nations are there here?" She said.
Alek stopped from shooting the Darwinist beast to consider his companion again. Perhaps she really didn't know where she was, or what was going on. "Well, there are five great nations here as well." Alek said "England, France, and Russia; those are the Darwinists, and Germany and Austria; we're the Clankers." He punctuated the sentence gesturing to the stormwalker they were in.
The Clown Wall twisted his neck to look through the crack, risking his neck. "Roscommon sounds good." He said.
And so his BCT training kicked in and he ran for Roscommon. During his training, he marched and ran well over 20km. "You better run!" The wall said. The Clown simply shrugged its comment off and continued running.
Eventually he heard the sound commonly associated with taverns and pubs. Mindless yelling and groaning. He planned to ask the barkeeper for further directions. He entered, carefully maneuvering the wall, and noticed one of the people from his 'drop-zone.' Of course all he could see was a glimpse of her hair but he figured that it'd be safe enough.
"Excuse me miss." He said. She didn't reply. He nudged her with the wall but she still wouldn't budge. He assumed that she was knocked out cold.
"What has become of you?." The wall said. The clown on the other hand was trying to pick her up. He used the E as a hook and put her on the wall.
"Barkeeper, do you know of a place I can stay in?"
"A talking wall? First a drugged up kid now a bloody talking wall! Well how can I help 'ya sir." He replied.
"I need a place to stay in. And I'm not a wall, it's just stuck to me. I'm a Paratrooper of the 101st Airborne division. I'm also a clown with a tendency to throw pies so bare with me." The clown replied.
"Alright, alright there's a motel behind this tavern. Go there." He replied.
The Clown Wall, now with Youmu exited the tavern. He went around it to be greeted by the sound of a radio and a fan. "Close enough." The clown said and he entered.
"Can I get a room please? Two bedrooms preferable thanks." The clown said.
"Um...sure. Here's the key, you pay the rent when you leave wall." He said.
"I'm a clown paratrooper damn it, the wall is just stuck to me! Don't worry, I can pay you in Francs." The clown asked.
The clown wall side-stepped up the stairs to the appropriate room. The hall was quite narrow so he had to wait for other people to exit first. Once inside, he left on her the bedroom and opened up a window. The room stank.
"Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care." The wall said.
"What's that from?" The clown said.
And so his BCT training kicked in and he ran for Roscommon. During his training, he marched and ran well over 20km. "You better run!" The wall said. The Clown simply shrugged its comment off and continued running.
Eventually he heard the sound commonly associated with taverns and pubs. Mindless yelling and groaning. He planned to ask the barkeeper for further directions. He entered, carefully maneuvering the wall, and noticed one of the people from his 'drop-zone.' Of course all he could see was a glimpse of her hair but he figured that it'd be safe enough.
"Excuse me miss." He said. She didn't reply. He nudged her with the wall but she still wouldn't budge. He assumed that she was knocked out cold.
"What has become of you?." The wall said. The clown on the other hand was trying to pick her up. He used the E as a hook and put her on the wall.
"Barkeeper, do you know of a place I can stay in?"
"A talking wall? First a drugged up kid now a bloody talking wall! Well how can I help 'ya sir." He replied.
"I need a place to stay in. And I'm not a wall, it's just stuck to me. I'm a Paratrooper of the 101st Airborne division. I'm also a clown with a tendency to throw pies so bare with me." The clown replied.
"Alright, alright there's a motel behind this tavern. Go there." He replied.
The Clown Wall, now with Youmu exited the tavern. He went around it to be greeted by the sound of a radio and a fan. "Close enough." The clown said and he entered.
"Can I get a room please? Two bedrooms preferable thanks." The clown said.
"Um...sure. Here's the key, you pay the rent when you leave wall." He said.
"I'm a clown paratrooper damn it, the wall is just stuck to me! Don't worry, I can pay you in Francs." The clown asked.
The clown wall side-stepped up the stairs to the appropriate room. The hall was quite narrow so he had to wait for other people to exit first. Once inside, he left on her the bedroom and opened up a window. The room stank.
"Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care." The wall said.
"What's that from?" The clown said.
I won't be posting for some time now so you can take control within reason.
Dawson had been walking for a while now as he came upon the source of the disturbance he had heard. What he saw would have absolutely baffled him if he hadn't spent so much time in the dark world. What he could make out so for seemed to be a woman in a dress and some sort of man and robot thing.
"I wonder if they know anything about Rita's murder?" He thought to himself.
"I wonder if they know anything about Rita's murder?" He thought to himself.
Amaya once again had a deeply confused look on her face as he mentioned the names. "Where am i?" she questioned as she began to shake, hugging her arms around herself. Amay went and sat against a wall of the stormwalker, going into denial. "It can't be, they're gone... they're gone..."she kept repeating to herself,begining to have a mental breakdown. "But how can it be... i can summon cho, he's with me, they can't be gone... my friends, the village, the hokage... They're still here." she said, begining to rock back and forth.
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Your name is JOHN. Due to EVENTS BEYOND YOUR CONTROL, you have become somewhat of a CELEBRITY. You have a variety of INTERESTS, but at this point anyone who is anyone ALREADY KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.
Popularity is a *****.
What will you do?
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[color=blue]EB: i go away for seven hours and this thread is six pages long.
EB: wow
EB: i get the feeling something is about to go terribly wrong.[/color]The woman was shaking. Whatever he had just said tripped something in her, Alek realized. He could sympathize, he felt similar after losing his parents. But he had a constant stream of work to do to keep them on the run. There was the stormwalker and a small group of people who had become his surrogate family. What did he know of comforting a woman who was older than he was. Without really thinking Alek went back to the storage area and picked out an officer's coat. He draped it over his stricken companion and stood back. He couldn't think of anything else to do.
Mike had finally caught up to the disturbance and soon noticed that a penguin with a pack had come into view. He didn't want to talk to them just yet as he surveyed the three of them. Cautious of the impossibilities in front of him.
"Oh god I must still be in the dark world. That robot man sure looks impressive, it's probably bio mechanical like everything else here. I'd bow down but I'm to embarassed!"
"Oh god I must still be in the dark world. That robot man sure looks impressive, it's probably bio mechanical like everything else here. I'd bow down but I'm to embarassed!"
