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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

Lord Panther

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  1. The last thing Curtis could remember was a sharp pain in the back of his neck. Everything seemed to be ok as he stood back up. He did find it strange that his mind was so clear. Perhaps the ale had been watered down? No, that wasn't it, it had never been before. He looked around at the crowd, and realized that most were still looking at the floor, where he had fallen. Some with sadness in their eyes, others with an odd look of satisfaction. He looked down to see what they were staring at. To his surprise, he saw himself laying there, motionless. He had the overwhelming urge for a drink, so he reached for the ale tankard on the table, only to have his hand pass right through it. It struck him like a ton of bricks. He was dead. He had been killed. Mobs are so fickle...
  2. Upon seeing Graham wave him over, Curis thought to himself, Sure, why not? Curtis sat down with Graham with a curt smile and began looking around. What a day it had been so far. Most of the town was abuzz with stories of the wolf murder and wondering who it was. The questions of why the werewolf had come here and what did they want with the town ran through his brain. It made it hurt. An ale was set down in front of Curtis, who raised it in a silent toast to his drinking partner and took a hearty swig. Graham seemed to have taken the news quite hard as well. His ramblings were a little more discombobulated than usual. Perhaps after the ale, they should switch to something a little stronger. His mind once again wandered and filled with questions that he would not be able to answer about this newcomer to town. After all, it had to be a relative newcomer, did it not? The ale could not work its magic fast enough... OOC: vote for Azuran / Lord Bartholomew
  3. Curtis as much woke up as he regained consciousness, somewhere near the middle of his meager, dirt floored, house. Lucky for him, he did not have to purchase this abode, as it was passed down to him from his now deceased parents. Seeing sunlight with his still blurry, and definitely bloodshot eyes, he wondered if he truly did need to get up today. A glance over at the empty bottles on the table assured him that indeed he must, as he had to ensure he was able to purchase a few more bottles of his favorite whisky, which quite literally translated to whatever was on sale or the cheapest. With the alternative not available, he takes a drink of water from his stores before heading out to meet the day, however much it hurt his head. Upon leaving his house, he hears something coming from the direction of Bartholomew's estate. Something about buying another round tonight. Curtis makes a mental note to hold that fellow to his word. Curtis decides that he could do a little work today, as only a means to an end, and head off to talk to Tennison and then if needed, Abercrombe, to see if there would be some work today that could line his pockets just a little.
  4. Hhmm, let's see. We'll try this character on for size: Curtis - The town drunk. Not a violent or loud drunk, but a man that always appears to be under the influence of his poison of choice. With his habit, Curtis often finds his pockets rather empty of the coin needed to pay for his pleasure. Often willing to do small menial jobs, nothing stable or long-lasting of course, in order to put a few coins in his aforementioned empty pockets and continue his chosen lifestyle.
  5. Oh, sounds like fun... count me in... more details to follow.
  6. Darn, foiled again by a late reply.... Hello all!
  7. Still interested, just been a little pre-occupied lately... I'll try to get a post up either today or tomorrow.
  8. Thomas didn't much like the lockdown. Made things too orderly for his liking. The inmates were all alone in thier respective cells, no real challenge for him. The shotgun, well, as much as he liked it, it was too efficient for him, the baton was much more to his liking. But none-the-less, he was doing his job the best he knew, even if all the challenge was currently being stripped away. He had, however, seen that Bruce seemed to be enjoying the extra armament, carressing it like one would something they loved. Then again, he did notice that Bruce was an odd one, always muttering to himself, like he was having some kind of internal argument with himself. If he did go crazy, Thomas guessed at least Bruce wouldn't have to take a long trip to get his "help". OOC: vote for Tony.
  9. Thomas made his usual rounds through the hallways, ensuring that everyone was in thier place and not doing something they weren't supposed to be doing. Like trying to escape. But then again, if one of these "patients" tried to escape, Thomas might have something a little more interesting to do than walking the hallways, like capturing them and making sure they never try that again. Thomas still hated that the warden made them call the inmates by the word patients. He'd been around the prison system long enough to know that call them whatever you want, when it comes right down to it, they're inmates, convicts and the like, even the insane ones. Its not like the things they caused were accidents... they did it, and were found to have done it. Inmates... all of them...
  10. Well, guess I should try to throw together a character.... Thomas: Thomas is a guard in the Lupine Asylum. By his own evaluation of himself, he is a good guard. He keeps the inmates in check with his baton and whatever other means he thinks might help him keep things in line. He also feels he is of sound mind, though some might disagree, with his ease of the use of force, and how he does sometimes to even appear to enjoy it. He's not quite sure how he ended up posted at the Asylum, after all, there was a brawl at the last prison he was posted, and it needed to be quelled somehow, right? How was it his fault that the inmate's skulls were so fragile? Despite not necessarily wanting to be at the Asylum, he is determined to do a good job, at least in his mind.
  11. Hmmm, sounds interesting... now to think up a character...
  12. Preston was shocked, as it appeared that most of the town, if not all of it, was with the events of the day. Definately not the norm around here, at least not in recent years. But now that he was at his post behind the bar, Preston had other worries, and as much as he tried, he couldn't quite get the gory images out of his mind. Who would do such a thing? Why would they be here now? Both questions that, with the tavern being so busy, he really should replace in his mind with ones like, Is the kitchen putting the food out fast enough? Is there enough coffee? Is there enough ale? Scanning over the unusually large crowd in the Tavern, Preston decided that indeed his crew was doing well, everyone seemed pleased, despite being on edge over the night's happenings. All was well, at least those things that he had control of under this roof. His mind continued to wander back to the biggest question of all. Who was the killer? OOC: no vote yet.
  13. Preston took stock of the morning happenings and requests in his tavern that was so dear to him. He had worked his whole adult life under its roof, starting in the kitchen, then later moving on to the bar, and finally was able to scratch together the money to buy the place when the previous owner wanted to move on from the business. He listened intently to Millie and her cooking needs, knowing full well that yes, he would get what she needed, as he had managed to land the best cook in the town in his kitchen, therefore he would do what it took to keep her there, after all, business did go up when she joined the team and started putting her delicious food on the tables of his customers. After hearing her list, nodding intently the whole time, Preston turned his head towards Enipul and his bowl of breakfast. "You know I'm right... that coffee is much better with breakfast than any ale or whiskey. Besides, how would you make it through the day if it weren't for Millie's fine cooking here?" "And as for you Jonathan, you know full well that the taps aren't used this early in the day, other than special occasions, and this isn't one! Have yourself some breakfast and a good strong cup of coffee, and we can talk about some ale in a little while." Preston smirked as he informed Jonathan of his situation. "Now, as for your wine, I might have to have a good look and taste of that, see if its up to the standards that I need, and will match whatever Millie is cooking up, delicious as I'm sure it will be. I'm sure we can work out a good deal..." Preston turned to Millie "..And by all means, get the ingredients you need, just be sure to get a good deal on them, ok? I didn't come to owning this place by spending my money all over town..." Preston sat down on his stool on his side of the bar and picked up his mug of coffee which was steaming away, drank and took a deep breath. Ready for another day at his home away from home.
  14. Ok, I'll freely admit that Crypt's character inspired me to choose mine. I will be playing the part of Preston, the town bartender. Being a small town, Preston knows pretty much all his clients by name, especially his biggest customer, Enipul Mai. Preston prides himself in being in the know when it comes to happenings in the town, and is a trusted confident for many of his patrons.
  15. Count me in. I'll think of a character soon.
  16. At the end of this epic journey, Pico couldn't really tell you if he was coming or going, he was that tired, turned around and just plain disoriented. He figured that if he was this turned around and he had the tickets, id's etc, those men in the black suits should be completely lost. Frankly, he hoped so. But what if someone was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for them? How else would they have known where to find them after such whirlwind trips. But who would be able to get such a feat done without drawing much attention... Pico really wondered and pondered his thoughs on this... could it be? OOC: vote for Guinea Pig/Pig
  17. Pico looked from what was Anzu, or so he was told, to the one that he'd found out was named Nathan. "Hey man. I'll help you. I'll do my best to help you honour your sister." With that said, Pico moved over to Nathan, still a little dazed by all that had gone on. Much like the rest of them, he as definatley in shock over this surreal situation that they had all be thrust into. And who are these men in black, and why would they want to kill them...
  18. The last day was pretty much a blur in Pico's mind. From the email, to the dashing escape from his own appartment, to the sorrow as he knew that his PC was now dead. At least his real work resided elsewhere, and should be safe, at least for now. Though Pico was a little upset that he had to do his share of running, which with his short legs, was more like a fast stride to everyone else. But all that mattered not. He had said goodbye to "Zach" when he boarded that plane, and now he stood at the departure gate of an airport he had never been to before, with little more than the clothes on his back, his wallet with some money and all his knowledge in his head, somewhere. Just as he starts walking from the gate, he hears his name paged over the airport's public announcement system, asking him to pick up a call on one of their numerous courtesy phones. Pico finds one that he'll be able to reach without any problems, picks up the receiver and puts it to his ear. "Pico here..."
  19. Zach Petit/Pico Pico, as he goes by, came by the name due to his size. He is a little person, and is by no way ashamed of what he is. He works for a computer gaming company, particularly in the programming of MMO's, in which he gets quite involved, as he plays a few of them himself. His goal is to make his MMO's as real as life, and believes that he will someday achieve this. In his online world, he can be whoever he wants to be, and in a way, be who people expect him to be, because even though he is very comfortable being little, what annoys him is that all the big people still see him as some kind of freak, and not the human he is. In his off time, if you can call it that, Pico throws himself into the online world, for games, for friends, for information. He needs to find some answers for questions he doesn't know he has, if only he knew where to look.
  20. Sounds interesting, I will see what I can dream up for a character.
  21. Thomas really wished he had been better with his money saving. If he had, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't have been here to witness all this tragedy. He knew that was very selfish of him, but he hadn't signed up for this! Really, he hadn't signed up for being yelled at on the phone or in person all day either, but at very least, he was getting paid for it. Thomas thought to himself who might have caused all this tragedy. In his little mind, he figured that it would have to be someone who is never happy with what they have, much like the spoiled customers he deals with on a daily basis. Now that he thought of it, he had seen one of those spoiled customers tracking through the aisles, with the "I'm better than you" look that Thomas hated so much... OOC: Vote for Vene/Mattie
  22. Thomas had moved back to his desk and was seated in his chair when the news reached him. Nick had now been killed too. Thomas put his head down between his knees and took deep breaths. Obviously, whoever was the killer didn't care who they killed. Nick was only ten years old. So, at least for now, Thomas was staying at the relative safety of his little department, keeping his head low and waiting for help to arrive, or the power to come back on. He just hoped that there would be no more death today.
  23. Thomas exhaled a long breath when the power went out. Thinking to himself that even if the storm keeps him away from home, at least the darned phones have stopped ringing! But now he would have to wander the store to make sure that everyone was accounted for, parents and children reunited and hope that no one took the darkness as a chance to do some extra "shopping". Then he hears the screams. The screams that will haunt him forever. The scream of pain, severe pain. Following with other staff and customers, they all come upon Marion. He could see that many people were very nervous when seeing the position that she had fallen in, and really, so was he. Seeing blood on the floor of the display didn't help Thomas' stomach either. He'd never really been able to stand the sight of it, even his own. It was a good thing he wasn't planning on becoming a doctor. He watched helplessly as the staff members that knew first aid tried to help Marion, wondering to himself how this had happened.
  24. Thomas could be seen visibly frustrated with the customer he was dealing with over the phone... Yes ma'am, you are right, that car doesn't come with the battery pack that it require to run... rolling of eyes Yes, ma'am, we do carry the packs, they are right beside the cars section, in aisle 12. If you have any questeions as to which one you will require, our associates will be happy to help you out...more eye rolling... No ma'am, we have no control over if the manufacturer sells the battery packs with the toys, even if they are specialized. We just get them how they want them shipped to us..... Ok ma'am, you can call the manufacturer and lodge a complaint with them. Their number should be on the car's package, as well as the battery's package. Thank you and have a Merry Christmas! Thomas couldn't hang up the phone fast enough. He's spent the last ten minutes on the phone with that woman, and she didn't understand that it wasn't his fault. He didn't make those types of decisions. Oh well, if all worked out, he wouldn't be working here much longer. He'd saved up most of the money he would need to go off to college and away from this job, but he still needed a little more, and after christmas, he should have it. College girls here he comes! *phone rings* Thomas sighs... Apt Toys, customer service department, this is Thomas, how may I help you today?...
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