MST3K 4ever
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I still love MST3K after all these years.
STATUS: Moving on. One foot in front of the other. 4 yrs ago
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Moving on. One foot in front of the other.
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You do you know if you don't try? If you try and succeed...awesome! If you try and you don't succeed...at least you didn't let fear and doubt dictate your actions...
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You ain't always gonna win, but you ain't always gonna lose either. Stay strong, Keep the Faith, and do your job.
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and the beat goes on...
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Okay...let's see what happens one more time.
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Yeah that'll work I'm still coming up with a concept for a character...when I first heard of an RP based upon this movie...gotta admit it didn't grab my attention...your writing...okay I think I can make something happen...like I said gimme a couple of days.
I read over your first post in your 1X1 IC...give me a couple of days...I might be able to come up with something to complement your post.
Michael kept a quiet vigil over by the stream. He could hear the sound of voices being raised, and the time honored "shut up" being uttered at one point. Michael began to analyze what he knew and what everyone else was saying to try and come up with logic to this situation. Mr. Spock would even have a hard time trying to figure this one out, and the answers Michael was coming up with considering the facts in hand wasn't a good picture. As the voices continued to raise and become more pointed Michael had enough of it. Michael usually didn't like playing the physical intimidation card, but at 6'1" and just over 220 he was not above using it when he had enough. Michael knew how to use his size and strength to put anyone down. He had been in share of fights before and usually won, but Michael was hoping that if he did lose it that his anger wouldn't be influenced by what happened in Midcreek.
As he stood up he saw Justine sitting off by herself. She looked so alone and looking like someone who was just lost. That took Michael's temper down a few notches. Justine spoke broken English and she seemed like a nice person. Michael knew if he went over there and did his Incredible Hulk routine that would just make things worse, and maybe even make Justine feel more isolated. Michael walked over to her and gently put his hand on her shoulder. He whispered in her ear, "It's all right. I got your back." He smiled and winked at her. Not like Jojo's wink and a smile but one that Michael hoped conveyed a sense of wanting to be a friend...if that was possible.
Michael rejoined the group and sat down where he was previously. He said, "Here are somethings to ponder: On our way up here did we see or hear any emergency, Federal Government, or National Guard vehicles pass us by heading into town? As Jojo noted we lived in a hick town. You don't go to Midcreek without a reason or unless you're just passing through. Anyone who looked or sounded different that we didn't already know would've stood out to the rest of us. If the Feds were expecting something how come they didn't coordinate with my dad at the Sheriff's Office? Federal Agencies count on local law enforcement and emergency agencies to cooperate for operations concerning possible terrorist threats. Local Law Enforcement is the eyes and ears for the Feds. None of them ever contacted my dad. I've seen how their operations work I speak from experience." Michael looked up to the sky and said, "Planes are still flying in and out of LAX. On 9/11 everything was grounded within minutes of the attacks. LAX is still open for business." Michael looked back at the fire and said, "Fact is though even if we can prove everything who do we tell? And who'd believe us? They've got every angle covered, and whatever they were trying to do they succeeded. This was done by our Government for reasons we don't know, and may never know. Best we can do now is try to survive."
Michael walked away and went back next to Justine. He shrugged his shoulders and whispered to her, "Let's see what happens next."
As he stood up he saw Justine sitting off by herself. She looked so alone and looking like someone who was just lost. That took Michael's temper down a few notches. Justine spoke broken English and she seemed like a nice person. Michael knew if he went over there and did his Incredible Hulk routine that would just make things worse, and maybe even make Justine feel more isolated. Michael walked over to her and gently put his hand on her shoulder. He whispered in her ear, "It's all right. I got your back." He smiled and winked at her. Not like Jojo's wink and a smile but one that Michael hoped conveyed a sense of wanting to be a friend...if that was possible.
Michael rejoined the group and sat down where he was previously. He said, "Here are somethings to ponder: On our way up here did we see or hear any emergency, Federal Government, or National Guard vehicles pass us by heading into town? As Jojo noted we lived in a hick town. You don't go to Midcreek without a reason or unless you're just passing through. Anyone who looked or sounded different that we didn't already know would've stood out to the rest of us. If the Feds were expecting something how come they didn't coordinate with my dad at the Sheriff's Office? Federal Agencies count on local law enforcement and emergency agencies to cooperate for operations concerning possible terrorist threats. Local Law Enforcement is the eyes and ears for the Feds. None of them ever contacted my dad. I've seen how their operations work I speak from experience." Michael looked up to the sky and said, "Planes are still flying in and out of LAX. On 9/11 everything was grounded within minutes of the attacks. LAX is still open for business." Michael looked back at the fire and said, "Fact is though even if we can prove everything who do we tell? And who'd believe us? They've got every angle covered, and whatever they were trying to do they succeeded. This was done by our Government for reasons we don't know, and may never know. Best we can do now is try to survive."
Michael walked away and went back next to Justine. He shrugged his shoulders and whispered to her, "Let's see what happens next."
I should have something up either tomorrow or Monday. Got an idea...need to ponder on it a bit more.
I'll get another post up sometime tonight.
I got a post in mind...but I want to give the others a chance to post too...so I think I'll hold off for a while.
Like a kid looking through their parent's closet in the middle of December and realizing that Santa didn't exist every fiber of Michael's being told him not to look at the picture. However something in his soul demanded that he see what had happened for himself. It would be the only way that Michael would truly accept what had happened. It would on some level bring closure to Michael in terms of family, but on other levels it would open up more questions and wounds to be sure. With a trembling hand Michael took the phone and with that his world was forever changed.
In the lower right hand corner he saw his mom's car still in the parking lot. That confirmed everything about his mom. Michael touched the corner as though he were actually touching the car and in a low voice filled with hopelessness he said, "Mom,,,,," He manipulated the image so he could see a little more and next to Max he saw someone laying next to him It was the one image that made him close his eyes and said, "Dad..." Robert was full off bullet holes and one right through the middle of his skull. He must've headed towards the High School when all hell broke loose. Thinking he would try to save as many kids as he could, but it wasn't meant to be. When Michael was a child his dad and him would play around and wrestle, and Robert used to tell Michael he couldn't win. Robert was fond of saying that he was "the toughest law man in town," and that always made Michael giggle as they played around. Over the years though Michael believed that to be true, and Robert more than held his own against all kinds of criminals and he kept the peace for years in Midcreek. However there's a huge difference between Dewey and his boys when they would get liquored up on a Friday night, and trying to take on trained killers. Now it was really over for Michael. Any miracle of him ever seeing his parents alive again in this life time died at the High School.
Michael handed the phone off and stood up. He didn't weep, whimper, or make a sound. However one single tear rolled down Michael's cheek, he could feel a scowl coming over his face, and his shoulders began to shake. He said in a voice that almost mimicked Christian Bale's "Batman" voice, "Excuse me."
Michael walked just over the ridge and sat near a flowing stream. He pulled out his wallet and looked through it and found the same picture of his family that his father had been looking at. Michael just stared at it in the moonlight. No more would he see his dad roll his eyes and shake his head every time Michael would go on and on about a new Springsteen song, or rumors of a concert tour. Never again would he hear his mom remind him that she was the principal of the High school and a little more decorum was required of him. Especially when it came to his use of the term "whatever" concerning something a teacher would say. Of course Ellen would later note that she wasn't arguing with Michael and his way of using it. Just that there needed to be some decorum with it.
Eric and Adrian were gone and it was safe to say since they couldn't get a hold of anyone in Midcreek they'd assume the entire family was dead. No more of Eric popping Michael upside the head and calling him a dweeb for his knowledge of all things Batman. Then 10 minutes later apologizing and asking if Michael had gotten the most recent issue of "Detective Comics" and could he read it. Michael would miss the little snort Adrian would do when she got laughing really hard. Usually it was watching episodes of "Arrested Development" that did it. Adrian and Michael loved popping some pop-corn, fixing some cokes, and binge watching the same episodes over and over.
Those days were now gone, and though Michael was with a group he never felt so alone.
In the lower right hand corner he saw his mom's car still in the parking lot. That confirmed everything about his mom. Michael touched the corner as though he were actually touching the car and in a low voice filled with hopelessness he said, "Mom,,,,," He manipulated the image so he could see a little more and next to Max he saw someone laying next to him It was the one image that made him close his eyes and said, "Dad..." Robert was full off bullet holes and one right through the middle of his skull. He must've headed towards the High School when all hell broke loose. Thinking he would try to save as many kids as he could, but it wasn't meant to be. When Michael was a child his dad and him would play around and wrestle, and Robert used to tell Michael he couldn't win. Robert was fond of saying that he was "the toughest law man in town," and that always made Michael giggle as they played around. Over the years though Michael believed that to be true, and Robert more than held his own against all kinds of criminals and he kept the peace for years in Midcreek. However there's a huge difference between Dewey and his boys when they would get liquored up on a Friday night, and trying to take on trained killers. Now it was really over for Michael. Any miracle of him ever seeing his parents alive again in this life time died at the High School.
Michael handed the phone off and stood up. He didn't weep, whimper, or make a sound. However one single tear rolled down Michael's cheek, he could feel a scowl coming over his face, and his shoulders began to shake. He said in a voice that almost mimicked Christian Bale's "Batman" voice, "Excuse me."
Michael walked just over the ridge and sat near a flowing stream. He pulled out his wallet and looked through it and found the same picture of his family that his father had been looking at. Michael just stared at it in the moonlight. No more would he see his dad roll his eyes and shake his head every time Michael would go on and on about a new Springsteen song, or rumors of a concert tour. Never again would he hear his mom remind him that she was the principal of the High school and a little more decorum was required of him. Especially when it came to his use of the term "whatever" concerning something a teacher would say. Of course Ellen would later note that she wasn't arguing with Michael and his way of using it. Just that there needed to be some decorum with it.
Eric and Adrian were gone and it was safe to say since they couldn't get a hold of anyone in Midcreek they'd assume the entire family was dead. No more of Eric popping Michael upside the head and calling him a dweeb for his knowledge of all things Batman. Then 10 minutes later apologizing and asking if Michael had gotten the most recent issue of "Detective Comics" and could he read it. Michael would miss the little snort Adrian would do when she got laughing really hard. Usually it was watching episodes of "Arrested Development" that did it. Adrian and Michael loved popping some pop-corn, fixing some cokes, and binge watching the same episodes over and over.
Those days were now gone, and though Michael was with a group he never felt so alone.
Nevermind said
Posted. Threw something in to spice up the conversation.
Spice up? That has the potential of being a match on oily rags.
Sixx said
Thanks, I'm just sat here like '...How do I make a five hour journey feel faster? ..' I'm not good at this kind of thing >.< Also, you used to be a DJ? That's so cool!
Yeah it was...it was fun but I couldn't see myself doing it as a career. Anyway...as a general rule...upbeat stuff or stuff everyone knows the words to usually works best for a road-trip playlist.
Michael could tell he was going over the top with saying what was on his mind. That's who he was though his father taught him if you got something on your mind then say it! At least people know where you stand, but if you get called out on something you damn well better be ready to defend your point of view. People were starting to share their names and little else. That was okay at least there were now names to put with faces.
The smell of the campfire was a welcome relief because it helped dilute the smell of the smoke from home. It also gave the group a central point to meet at and just try to get to know one another. All of that being said what if whoever was behind the attacks in the city saw the smoke from the fire? Michael shook his head as though there was a bug nearby. He didn't need that on his mind right now, and he didn't need to voice that because who knew how the group would've reacted. He could tell that there were those in the group that didn't care for him. Michael was okay with that as long as they didn't try anything with him that was fine. They stay on their side of the street he would stay on his.
Michael was glad that Raffy changed the subject, because for the most part everyone had a favorite movie. This was a subject that was in everyone's wheelhouse and plus Michael had enough of the deep what about tomorrow kind of crap. It was time to just enjoy the fact that they were still alive. Just then class clown/putz came back out of his tent to rejoin the group. Michael didn't have anything personal against the guy, but he just seemed like the class clown act out here was gonna wear thin real fast. He gave his point of view on his types of movies, and Michael had nothing against the brat pack films they just weren't his first choice.
Michael said, "Casablanca and The Godfather. I'll watch them anytime."
And Michael left it at that.
The smell of the campfire was a welcome relief because it helped dilute the smell of the smoke from home. It also gave the group a central point to meet at and just try to get to know one another. All of that being said what if whoever was behind the attacks in the city saw the smoke from the fire? Michael shook his head as though there was a bug nearby. He didn't need that on his mind right now, and he didn't need to voice that because who knew how the group would've reacted. He could tell that there were those in the group that didn't care for him. Michael was okay with that as long as they didn't try anything with him that was fine. They stay on their side of the street he would stay on his.
Michael was glad that Raffy changed the subject, because for the most part everyone had a favorite movie. This was a subject that was in everyone's wheelhouse and plus Michael had enough of the deep what about tomorrow kind of crap. It was time to just enjoy the fact that they were still alive. Just then class clown/putz came back out of his tent to rejoin the group. Michael didn't have anything personal against the guy, but he just seemed like the class clown act out here was gonna wear thin real fast. He gave his point of view on his types of movies, and Michael had nothing against the brat pack films they just weren't his first choice.
Michael said, "Casablanca and The Godfather. I'll watch them anytime."
And Michael left it at that.
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