Jammeez

Purely OOC here. I can't come up with an IC reason to vote against anyone, yet, but I think Celes deserves a chance to hunt Voting against Vahktang. Sorry Tangy, 'cause I'm loving your character! I'll come up with something more interesting IC later. BTW, if I die, can my children continue as NPCs? I'd also hope the Cartwright boys continue as well, if Tangy's out. Edit: 'Course, Deg comes up with an interesting argument while I'm posting.

DUM DE-DE-DUM DE-DE-DUM DE-DE-DUM BOH NAN ZAAAAH! DUM DE-DE-DUM DE-DE-DUM DE-DE-DUM, DUM DE-DE-DUM DUM DUMMM! :woot: AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHahahahahahaaaaaaaa*

"JAAAAAAAAKE! NOOOOOO JAAAaaa-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaake!" The girl collapsed in a heap on the river bank, sobbing into the stunned silence. Mrs. McAlister wrapped comforting arms around her daughter and rocked back and forth, back and forth, making shushing noises and petting Polly's hair. My poor, poor girl, Trudy thought. No matter how young, how innocent, the pain of her first love will last forever...I wish I could shield her from its wicked barbs. As Polly's sobbing slowly subsided, and intermittant hiccoughs and paroxysms still shook the girl, Trudy called Mr. Cartwright over to carry Polly to her wagon. He laid the young woman gently in the back of the wagon and left mother and daughter in solitude. As the wagon train was checked over and pronounced ready for travel once more, Isaiah, jr. rode with the Cartwright boys, and Nell stayed with Amanda and Rosalie in the Bluett's wagon. Mr. Black drove the McAlister wagon for a time, until Trudy stepped out from under the canvas and onto the seat. Thanking him, she took the reigns, while Markus Black hopped into his saddle from the moving wagon, and trotted further up the line...

As the sun sets on the Sabbath, Trudy stands listening to the group gathered 'round the fire. Her children were early to their beds. Someone related the story of the girl, Cat, accusing Mr. Smith...and for some reason, her opinion held some weight with this group, 'though she also engendered suspicion with her odd ways and her sudden appearance. Unsure of why she did so, Trudy added her voice to the growing dissention against Mr. Smith. It just seemed that girl had some wisdom hidden deep in those eyes of hers...

Polly sits next to her mother on a folding stool next to the wagon. She looks off toward the other wagons, trying to get a glimpse of Jake...or those Cartwright boys...that man in the black is interesting, too...but kinda scary...*sigh* "Girl, you'll be the death of me!" Mrs. McAlister shakes her head, not looking up from her mending. "Don't be in such a hurry to grow up!" "But, Ma! You were only seventeen when I was born. Pa started courtin' you when you were 14..." "...and I was too young", the woman interrrupts. "Yes, Ma." *sigh* They sit in silence for a spell, Polly watching the edges of the camp, still hoping to catch glimpses. Trudy glances up every now and then to make sure Nell hasn't wandered too far. The little girl sits in a clump of tall grass playing with Henrietta, her ragdoll. The woman tries hard not to think about the doll...Isaiah had made that doll for Nell's third birthday...tears mist Trudy's eyes, but she blinks them briskly away. "Polly, go find Isaiah, jr., please...and come right back!" Polly jumps up and hurries off, throwing back over her shoulder "Yes, Ma!"

Thanks! Have some Cake!

A clarification: Trudy McAlister's children are Polly, age 14; Isaiah, jr., age 11; and Nell, age 3. Polly is almost a woman, and is inclined to moon after the boys. MTYFoolish's and Katz's portrayals of Isaiah, jr. are the most accurate. And do I understand that Young Cat is about age 12, too? Hardly a small child. Celes' portrayal of Polly would fit better as Nell...almost perfectly, as a matter of fact. All it needs is slight simplification in the child's responses. But, my apologies for the interruption, and back to our story...

Mrs. McAlister balances the baby on her hip. "My girl there's a mite forward, I reckon. She likes to meet new people...'specially boys *grimace*...but she's taken a shine to you, young lady." Polly returns with the new strap for Charlotte's horse. Trudy takes it and, handing Nell over to her sister, industriously sets to work afixing it to the remaining tack and harness. Trudy fixes Charlotte with a meaningful stare, then smiles slightly and pats the girl's hand. "You take care, now, and ask us if you need anything at all, you hear?" Polly watches avidly. She's a young teen, blossoming into womanhood...a time when a girl is in dire need of her father, more's the pity. But Trudy intends to do her best to keep the girl out of trouble. Just then 11-year-old Isaiah runs up. "Ma! Ma, there's a girl out there in the meadow!" "What?" Gertrude, Charlotte, and Polly all look where the boy points. Sure enough, there's a girl out there staring at the wagon train. "You three stay right here. I'm going for Mr. Morgan. Don't let her outta your sight, you hear? MR. MORGAN?" She rushes off to find the WagonMaster.

A recap and a continuation: "Here I am, Ma" the girl chimes, sauntering up to the wagon, where Trudy rustles 3-year-old Nell into a clean pinafore. Gertrude fixes the young lady with a level stare, then goes back to buttoning up the back of the babes dress. "I don't like you wandering off, girl. Where've you been, anyway?" "Just meeting some of our new neighbors, Ma. There's the Bluetts, and the Cartwrights *blushes*, and there's a girl - name's Charlotte. Isn't that pretty, Ma? She talks kinda funny...I don't think she's got any family...and there's a boy..." Trudy freezes for a moment at the hesitation in her daughter's voice, then turns Nell around by the shoulders and hollers for her son while making sure Nell is presentable. "Isaiah, come watch your sister for a minute. I need a moment alone with Polly."

Now that I've chosen both characters, I'm not sure which sounds more fun!

...er...6-5, I believe...with -1 for Itchy and +1 for Merelas on the Western side, and -1 for Merelas on the Mutiny side. BTW, Merelas, just find someone who wants to play Mutiny, and get them to cast for Western. Then the votes will be right. Actually, I'd like to do either one, but I still vote Western. Somebody else vote WESTERN!!! Gertrude "Trudy" Young McAlister, a recent widow and a handsome woman. They tried to keep me off this wagon train - traveling without a man is not recommended. But I wouldn't hear of it. I've got my shotgun holstered on the wagon-seat and some fine strong children to help with the livestock. Isaiah, jr. may not yet be a man, but he's got his father's determination, and little Nell is well past weening! I'll just have to keep an eye on that daughter of mine. Pol-LY! POLLY! http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif -or- Cutthroat Sal, the riggin' rat. I'm as comf'terble in the riggin' as a lan'lubber in a oferstuffed chair. Been sailin' since d' day I was borned. Skin's brown as a nut, and hair's bleached a'most pure white. But me eye 'r sharp, and t'ain't no man better wit a dagger'n me!

Somebody get 'im a glass! Oooooo, CHOCOLATE! My favorite! Where's the music? :woot:

BTW, the game is over, as expected, and damned if Tangy didn't go and write me up a hero's death. What a sweetie! It had nothing of the hellfire-and-brimstone feel of my death speech. I was a kinder, gentler alien... Thanks, Jamz

Awesome ending, Vahk! I guess you sensed I really wanted to be a hero. Everyone, check out my application to the Pen. It has an alternate ending speech (and a cameo appearance from MTYFoolish Of course, it was written before I knew what a great death scene Tangy would give me in the end. Thanks again, Tangy. Jamz

The manuscript: The Theme: 1950s Sci-Fi horror, ala Plan Ten from Outer Space, the Blob, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. The Setting: a remote nuclear test site and laboratory complex in the desert. We are trapped here by storms of acid rain, and our radio communications are out. The Scene: I am surrounded by the remnants of the cast, which has been decimated bit by bit through murder and suspicion. Two of us were body-snatched by aliens who then began a rampage of death. The group has been trying to determine who are the imposters. (One was found early on.) We join this program, already in progress, with a paraphrased quote from the newly revealed Seer, Greggor Kinjiru, a freelance astronomer, played by our friend MeThinksYouFoolish. He apparently has finally viewed everyone here: "YOU!!" he yells, "...Be gone you villanous spawn...You have extinguished enough life and light. You speak of the dead as if they were your friends and not your prey, but you know nothing of what it is to be human...You have deceived us for a time but you were doomed to fail..." "I know nothing of humanity? I am doomed? No, my little man. It is you pitiful embryonic creatures who have failed to learn from the mistakes of your forebears. And, now you are playing with forces of which you have no understanding, no respect! You have doomed the human race to the finality of oblivion. Billions of years from now, some new and unimaginable race will dig up the impressions of your bones in living rock and wonder what could have destroyed a people with such promise. They will imagine natural catastrophes and the wrath of the earth and sky. But my people will watch and remember. You consider me a predator. But the truth is, I am a fever, burning the sickness from the body of humanity. I am a surgeon, removing a gangrenous leg. I am a forest fire, a raging inferno, scouring the landscape of overgrowth and infestation, making the way clear for new seedlings whose future is still bright and undefined. I and my companion have fallen short of our mission, but others will come to complete what we have begun. And if you have failed to pay close heed to the warnings around you, there will be no humanity left to know." ~Finis~

Hey, Stinky! You stole the Pirates idea from me! 'Course, if we wait for my turn to run it, it'll be late summer or fall before we get to enjoy it. Still, I'm itchin' for a good Louis L'Amour! Let's do the Western.

Jammeez steps into the office, and sniffs delicately. "Ah, I gather that my sweetie has preceded me here." Looks around, but doesn't see Itchy anywhere. "Well, he can't have been gone long. Maybe he will return." After putting her manuscript down on a vacant seat, Jammeez begins perusing the bulletin board, over which is haphazardly strewn the works of previous applicants, most of which are stamped in large red letters ACCEPTED. She finds several very interesting, and some a bit inscrutable, others quite hillarious...finally she sees one written in a familiar hand. "Why, Itchy, it's Wonderful!"

I've been biding my time, waiting for the wild hare to appear and say "here I am! Write me!" Well, it finally happened. I was minding my own business, playing a rousing round of Werewolf in the Conservatory, a game with which I have filled much of my time for the past year on another forum. It appears the game is fomenting to a conclusion, one for which I am not unprepared, but which I could wish was going in a slightly different direction. But, what the hell? I was writing a final piece - a speech for my character to use in a dramatic exit - and begging our dear moderator, Vahktang for sufferance to work it into his big finale', when all of a sudden I realized the wild hare was screaming in my ear. Now, I'm not sure if you appreciate the kind of effect this particular sound can have on the psyche. But, if you've ever heard the like, you have probably had sweating of the palms, fluttering of the stomach, and itching of the brain until such time as you surrendered to the muse and followed the promptings of your heart. And so, here I am, waiting in this office, with my manuscript on my knees and my toes tapping out my nervousness...

http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif Jealous...? You're six! *shakes her head at the confusing behavior of the child* First he has a bad feeling about Greta, then he has a bad feeling about Zach, now he has a bad feeling about me...but five minutes ago, he liked me...whoever said that animals and children can sense the good in people was off their rocker! *turning to the weirdass astrol...astonomer...(wait, maybe astrologer was more correct; this guy is just creepy! And I know creepy ) Jamia sighs again* So, am I dark, or am I light? You seem confused. What, does that telescope of yours cause delusional psychosis? Greta was avoiding you, although you obviously have a history together. Why was that, Greg? You freaked out and turned off the lights in the middle of dinner. Now you claim you can see in the dark...and it's not even that dark in here! Ya know, all the evidence points to someone who knows this facility inside out, who knows nuclear science, and who has access to every locked room and can run every piece of equipment. I still think it's a scientist...I admit, Heinrich had me confused for a while...but I'm back to reason now, and I say it's Tom! Even Dirk - probably the most experienced person here - realizes the likelyhood of that. But, man, if we were going on pure ooky behavior, I'd say you look pretty suspicious.

But, Timmy...Buddy! I guess I can't blame you for hating me. You've lost so much. But, if we don't stick together - those of us who have known each other for years - how can we hope to prevail? There's only Zach and you and me left. All of the other kids from our school have been killed by the wolves! And every time we've turned against each other, bad things have happened. There's one scientist left - Tom Dashing. I vote to get rid of him!

Broken bulbs, huh? Well, there is still nothing wrong with the exit signs. I don't know what all the worry is about. But, I followed your lead in accusing Greta, and she turned out to be innocent. *whispers* I wonder if she's survived out there. And I really thought Ed was guilty. Well, he was guilty of maniacal experimentation. http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif But the question remains: Who's alien suit was it that was found in the lab??? I thought it was a scientist because of that bit of evidence. But there is only one scientist left...Tom. But I don't think it's him. With all the other evidence against him, though, I suspect that Heinrich planted the suit in that locker to throw suspicion from himself. *whispers* In the restroom...yeah right! Now, I've helped you guys as much as I can. I've looked for clues, and been kind and understanding. I tried to save Terri's life, for heaven's sake! But, if your logic suspects me of being some sort of alien werebreed... *sigh* We're all gonna die, ya know. If I wanted you dead, Kerri, I could very easily have given you something lethal in those sedatives. And no one would have suspected me...

Oh, right. Cool down, Kerri. Just open your eyes and let them adjust to the dimness. Nobody else is dead yet...at least I don't think so. But, Heinrich is the one not answering. Heinrich is the one who threatened Aidan. Heinrich is the one who killed Aidan, knowing Aidan suspected him. My guess is that Heinrich feared Aidan would convince too many others to join him. Heinrich cornered him and took him out before Aidan could point the finger. Well, surprise, surprise! I'm voting Heinrich!

What the hell...Who turned off the lights? Oh, stop screaming, Kerri! We can see well enough with the light from the exit signs...Everyone, when I call your name, say "here". Timmy? Uh-huh. Zach? Yo. Kerri? *whimper* Greg? Leave me alone! Okay...Tom? Present. Dirk? Here. Heinrich? ... Heinrich? ... Does anyone know where he was before the lights went out??

It's okay, Kerri. You'll be alright. We'll get that monster, Ed! *turns to the others* I've been telling you it's one of the scientists! Wasn't the evidence I found in the labs enough for you people? And now, look *points at the pitiful form lying under the shroud on the operating table* A sweet and innocent girl is dead! And poor Albert... Look, I've told you the culprit is a scientist, and we know how crazy Ed is. *kneels next to Timmy* Buddy, come on! Zach loved Terri. He tried to protect her. But none of us can do it alone. We've got to stick together! Please, Timmy...! OOC: Vote for Eryemon/Ed

OOC:...er...then who're you calling a circus clown???