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guys! go on the titanpad thinger, we can collab on a huge post to get things moving! I already started a bit, just waiting for someone to respond to Amy
posted a little snippet of character action in the titanpad, feel free to come join me and move things along! 
I think I'll be able to collab on a post(s) at work today!
ah okay.
sounds good! oh and if characters end up having snappy banter/intimate moments/or for action oriented scenes, etc, we can always use titanpad to collaborate on a frankenpost.
https://titanpad.com/
sounds good! oh and if characters end up having snappy banter/intimate moments/or for action oriented scenes, etc, we can always use titanpad to collaborate on a frankenpost.
https://titanpad.com/
ok, so everyone aside from Thundercat and libbypt is in the parking lot, correct?
I await your references with much excitement
I await your references with much excitement
hahaha, I love that Nicole thinks Seamus is a camper. that was great 
haha, thank you sir. yeeessss, Near Dark is excellent!
I gotta say you could not have chosen a better picture for Michael, he has "F13-sequel-head-counselor" written all over him
I gotta say you could not have chosen a better picture for Michael, he has "F13-sequel-head-counselor" written all over him
so apparently I have some free time at work t'day!
She walked under the shaded archway and felt the cool on her back, a moment’s rest from the hike she took. Damn buses wouldn’t run to Crystal Lake... what a crock of bullshit. Shifting her weight onto the wall her eyes picked up and peered across the street, to a sign creaking in the breeze. McKingie’s… huh? Sounded like a bar.
Amy crossed the street with a grin on her face and a hunger in her stomach, and confirmed her suspicions when she reached the heavy wooden door. It was definitely a bar. It smelt like a bar. It smelt like peanuts, beer, tobacco, and just a spritz of sweat. The dark room cast a hazy beam of light from the right corner, and the light chatter she had heard from outside simmered into nothing once she walked in. As she approached the bar, conversation resumed again.
“What can I get you m’am?”
Amy smirked, well this was going to be an easy summer, first bar and no one’s asking for an ID! What had she been expecting from a hick-town like this? “Hi! How’s it going? Hmm. I’m gonna get a…” she trailed, her eyes passed the bartender, scanning the alcohol behind him, “...let me get uh, no no, let me get two shots of tequila and uh, whatever’s good here. A steak?”
“The steak ain’t good here.”
It seemed to Amy like he was actually serious. “Uh, how about a burger then?”
“Now that I’d do for ya’”
“Wait, could I get something else too?”
“What’s that?”
“You know anybody willing to give me a lift to uh, what is it, hold on lemme get the…” Amy dug into her purse like a wild bear, shifting things around before removing the neon yellow flyer, “...it’s uhh,” she unfolded the paper, “it’s Camp Crystal Lake?”
“No can do, m’am” He muttered, and before she could say a word disappeared into the kitchen.
She laughed. What the fuck? You don’t know anyone, man? Amy rolled her eyes, he didn’t even leave her the shots. She collapsed into her arms on the bar, and waited for her burger, or alcohol, or anything.
*PLONK*
Huh? She raised her head to see a beer, in quite a cold sweat, staring her back in the face. She looked up to the hairy arm holding it.
“Hi.”
“Need a beer?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe…” she took the beer from his hand and gulped a third of it down.
“Easy now, lass.” The man chuckled. He looked no older than 50, five o’clock shadowed, with a rugged worn-out look laborers that age tend to have. He was actually pretty damn attractive, beer belly and all.
“I told you,” half the beer was gone now, “I don’t mess around.”
“You didn’t tell me that. You also didn’t tell me you need a ride to the Camp, but I heard that one.”
“Are you my knight in shining armor then?”
“I could be, finish your beer.”
“What was barman’s deal?”
“He’s gotta few screws loose… I’ll tell you more about it on the road.”
“How are the burgers here?”
“Awful.”
Amy’s bag whipped wildly in the back of Mike’s truck. She sat silent in the front and he talked about the town as they passed it. She toked on a thin joint and then passed it over to him.
“...and that right there is the Moravian Cemetery, got a few folks buried there… nice plot and all…”
“MIKE! Tell me about the crazy bartender!”
“Oh Bud? He’s harmless, he just more, y’aknow, uh, superstitious of town legends… myths really, just some coincidences, some terrible coincidences.”
She rolled her eyes, “Ohmygod, don’t tell me I’m walking into a long history of mysterious disappearances or something…”
He said nothing.
“Mike! Ohmygooood!”
“No, nothing like that. Just some murders back in the 50s, nothing to worry about, it’s history now.” He was blatantly lying about the time-frame of the murders, but he wasn’t about to bring up Tommy Jarvis, not to this bright little thing from California.
She scoffed, “What do I care about a bunch of poodle-skirt wearing bimbos getting killed? That happened ages ago. I’m here to make money and have a bitchin’ summer, dude.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll have a great time..” He was genuine, but it was more so an act of “not jinxing it."
“Well here we are, this is as far as I’ll go…”
They were about halfway down the wooded path to the parking lot, she opened the truck's door and hopped out onto the gravel road.
“Thanks Mike, tell the wife I wish her well!”
“Hey don’t forget your shirt.” He tossed out the long-sleeved red, black, and blue flannel.
She caught it with one hand and tied it around her waist, letting her black and grey tank top breathe in the afternoon light. She grabbed her bag from the back and slapped the car twice, “I appreciate it.”
He turned around in the middle of the road and hollered as he drove away, “Good luck!”
“Yeah I’ll need all the help I can get with these kids…”
With a bag slumped over her shoulder and a reminder of why she was here, Amy scraped down towards the parking lot. She couldn't help but wonder if Mike had meant the campers or not.
Amy crossed the street with a grin on her face and a hunger in her stomach, and confirmed her suspicions when she reached the heavy wooden door. It was definitely a bar. It smelt like a bar. It smelt like peanuts, beer, tobacco, and just a spritz of sweat. The dark room cast a hazy beam of light from the right corner, and the light chatter she had heard from outside simmered into nothing once she walked in. As she approached the bar, conversation resumed again.
“What can I get you m’am?”
Amy smirked, well this was going to be an easy summer, first bar and no one’s asking for an ID! What had she been expecting from a hick-town like this? “Hi! How’s it going? Hmm. I’m gonna get a…” she trailed, her eyes passed the bartender, scanning the alcohol behind him, “...let me get uh, no no, let me get two shots of tequila and uh, whatever’s good here. A steak?”
“The steak ain’t good here.”
It seemed to Amy like he was actually serious. “Uh, how about a burger then?”
“Now that I’d do for ya’”
“Wait, could I get something else too?”
“What’s that?”
“You know anybody willing to give me a lift to uh, what is it, hold on lemme get the…” Amy dug into her purse like a wild bear, shifting things around before removing the neon yellow flyer, “...it’s uhh,” she unfolded the paper, “it’s Camp Crystal Lake?”
“No can do, m’am” He muttered, and before she could say a word disappeared into the kitchen.
She laughed. What the fuck? You don’t know anyone, man? Amy rolled her eyes, he didn’t even leave her the shots. She collapsed into her arms on the bar, and waited for her burger, or alcohol, or anything.
*PLONK*
Huh? She raised her head to see a beer, in quite a cold sweat, staring her back in the face. She looked up to the hairy arm holding it.
“Hi.”
“Need a beer?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe…” she took the beer from his hand and gulped a third of it down.
“Easy now, lass.” The man chuckled. He looked no older than 50, five o’clock shadowed, with a rugged worn-out look laborers that age tend to have. He was actually pretty damn attractive, beer belly and all.
“I told you,” half the beer was gone now, “I don’t mess around.”
“You didn’t tell me that. You also didn’t tell me you need a ride to the Camp, but I heard that one.”
“Are you my knight in shining armor then?”
“I could be, finish your beer.”
“What was barman’s deal?”
“He’s gotta few screws loose… I’ll tell you more about it on the road.”
“How are the burgers here?”
“Awful.”
Amy’s bag whipped wildly in the back of Mike’s truck. She sat silent in the front and he talked about the town as they passed it. She toked on a thin joint and then passed it over to him.
“...and that right there is the Moravian Cemetery, got a few folks buried there… nice plot and all…”
“MIKE! Tell me about the crazy bartender!”
“Oh Bud? He’s harmless, he just more, y’aknow, uh, superstitious of town legends… myths really, just some coincidences, some terrible coincidences.”
She rolled her eyes, “Ohmygod, don’t tell me I’m walking into a long history of mysterious disappearances or something…”
He said nothing.
“Mike! Ohmygooood!”
“No, nothing like that. Just some murders back in the 50s, nothing to worry about, it’s history now.” He was blatantly lying about the time-frame of the murders, but he wasn’t about to bring up Tommy Jarvis, not to this bright little thing from California.
She scoffed, “What do I care about a bunch of poodle-skirt wearing bimbos getting killed? That happened ages ago. I’m here to make money and have a bitchin’ summer, dude.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll have a great time..” He was genuine, but it was more so an act of “not jinxing it."
“Well here we are, this is as far as I’ll go…”
They were about halfway down the wooded path to the parking lot, she opened the truck's door and hopped out onto the gravel road.
“Thanks Mike, tell the wife I wish her well!”
“Hey don’t forget your shirt.” He tossed out the long-sleeved red, black, and blue flannel.
She caught it with one hand and tied it around her waist, letting her black and grey tank top breathe in the afternoon light. She grabbed her bag from the back and slapped the car twice, “I appreciate it.”
He turned around in the middle of the road and hollered as he drove away, “Good luck!”
“Yeah I’ll need all the help I can get with these kids…”
With a bag slumped over her shoulder and a reminder of why she was here, Amy scraped down towards the parking lot. She couldn't help but wonder if Mike had meant the campers or not.
hopefully I'll have a post up tonight, if not, then sometime tomorrow for sure!
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