UNLESS ONE GIRL'S UNCLE DROPS IN. Enjoy the post, ladies...Also @T Risket I left it sort of open-ended for both groups, in case you had something in mind for either of those scenarios.
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“You actively seek family time?...O-kay.” Abigail responded blandly, looking a little weirded out before putting on that same disarming smile that she uses. “You’re right nonetheless. On both accounts. Boring Fright Night, boring hotel. Man, nothing cool ever happens here.” Don’t say it, you might jinx it. Don’t say it. Abigail dipped her mouth underwater and continued shimmying around the edge of the hot spring, blowing bubbles instead of continuing her train of thought. The only times she resurfaced were to make very crude remarks about her friends and their indecency, but only in jest, as they also joined her in the hot spring.
Meanwhile, a little way off, Brooks parked his ride a few streets away from the hotel, making sure to position it somewhere inconspicuous enough to not stick out. That was hard however, its colored siren and matching stripes ruining the immersion among the scarcely located mid-american car models. He climbed out and made his way to the fence separating the road from the outskirts of the hotel.
“Of course!” she resurfaced a little as Molly connected her to the quintessential waiting room magazine. “I’m a natural fucking wonder, baby. It’s why I had to move here in the first place, what with all those professional photographers trying to sneak a shot of my-”
With a huff and puff Brooks eventually managed to pull himself up and over the object, scraping himself in the process and botching the landing which incited a quickly recovered tumble from him. There was a hacking noise as Abigail swallowed some hot-spring-sulphur water with surprise. Her head jolted out of the water as she rubbed at her nose painfully. Her gaze settled on Brooks for a while, frozen in surprise, before one arm shot cheerfully out of the water and waved him over. “Good afternoon officer!” she cried, a big smile spread across her features
Brooks froze on the spot, caring very little at the dirt he had gotten on his pants from the tumble. A million thoughts rushed through his head before settling on the most reasonable response: “What are you-” he stopped, recollecting his composure and thinking of something less incriminating to ask. “I thought I was hearin’ a drowning cat or something.” he lied, desperately trying to throw suspicion off him.
“Drowning cat? Nah, just your drowning niece.” Abigail pondered over the excuse for a moment, but the way her big smile melted into a shit-eating grin was a surefire sign that she didn’t buy it for one second. “How come you didn’t take the front door, then?”
Brooks instantly scowled, annoyed at the unwanted line of questioning he was submitted to, baring his teeth and forced to endure it he replied: “Ah you know… in case it needed help, shortcut.”
“And you just so happened to be wandering around right outside the hotel fence when it happened?” Abigail leant on the edge of the hot spring eagerly. “Nice to see you’re taking this pet finding business seriously for once, considering you told me they were probably all dead by now!”
“‘Ey! Listen here you little brat, you know damn well this place counts as trespassin’, I’ve told you all a million times! Grab your stuff and be outta’ here in five.” he raised his voice, ensuring all participants heard. He didn’t really care about what they were doing, as long as it wasn’t damaging anything he rarely ever did. But he was dead set on finding out what exactly went down here last night, and the last thing he wanted was to involve the trio or be disrupted by them.
“C’mon girls, we better do what the deputy says…” With a majestic splash, Abigail abruptly stood up and revealed her jiggly bits to the world as she went to get changed. “...Especially since I’ll get my ass grounded if I don’t,” she added bitterly. Something struck her as she was pulling her t-shirt on, though. “Hey - if this place counts as ‘tresspassin’, how come you’re here?”
“I was told some of the lost pets were spotted here. I got reason to be snoopin’ around. Now scram.” he continued to scowl in their direction, arms folded and impatiently waiting for them to leave.
Abigail stood and stared at Brooks for a couple minutes before muttering something in French and collapsing into one of the plastic chairs near the pool, waiting on her friends to get changed so they could all ‘be outta there in five’.
Brooks scoffed, watching the three girls disperse relatively fast, and chose to ignore Abigail's attitude as he had more important things to worry about. After all had departed he began his slow paced search around the outskirts of the hotel, occasionally stopping to ensure he wasn’t being followed or watched to the best of his abilities. His goal was to get a possible vantage point on the window looking out of the hotel, potentially even scale up to it if the opportunity presented itself. For now however, baby steps.
Meanwhile, a little way off, Brooks parked his ride a few streets away from the hotel, making sure to position it somewhere inconspicuous enough to not stick out. That was hard however, its colored siren and matching stripes ruining the immersion among the scarcely located mid-american car models. He climbed out and made his way to the fence separating the road from the outskirts of the hotel.
“Of course!” she resurfaced a little as Molly connected her to the quintessential waiting room magazine. “I’m a natural fucking wonder, baby. It’s why I had to move here in the first place, what with all those professional photographers trying to sneak a shot of my-”
With a huff and puff Brooks eventually managed to pull himself up and over the object, scraping himself in the process and botching the landing which incited a quickly recovered tumble from him. There was a hacking noise as Abigail swallowed some hot-spring-sulphur water with surprise. Her head jolted out of the water as she rubbed at her nose painfully. Her gaze settled on Brooks for a while, frozen in surprise, before one arm shot cheerfully out of the water and waved him over. “Good afternoon officer!” she cried, a big smile spread across her features
Brooks froze on the spot, caring very little at the dirt he had gotten on his pants from the tumble. A million thoughts rushed through his head before settling on the most reasonable response: “What are you-” he stopped, recollecting his composure and thinking of something less incriminating to ask. “I thought I was hearin’ a drowning cat or something.” he lied, desperately trying to throw suspicion off him.
“Drowning cat? Nah, just your drowning niece.” Abigail pondered over the excuse for a moment, but the way her big smile melted into a shit-eating grin was a surefire sign that she didn’t buy it for one second. “How come you didn’t take the front door, then?”
Brooks instantly scowled, annoyed at the unwanted line of questioning he was submitted to, baring his teeth and forced to endure it he replied: “Ah you know… in case it needed help, shortcut.”
“And you just so happened to be wandering around right outside the hotel fence when it happened?” Abigail leant on the edge of the hot spring eagerly. “Nice to see you’re taking this pet finding business seriously for once, considering you told me they were probably all dead by now!”
“‘Ey! Listen here you little brat, you know damn well this place counts as trespassin’, I’ve told you all a million times! Grab your stuff and be outta’ here in five.” he raised his voice, ensuring all participants heard. He didn’t really care about what they were doing, as long as it wasn’t damaging anything he rarely ever did. But he was dead set on finding out what exactly went down here last night, and the last thing he wanted was to involve the trio or be disrupted by them.
“C’mon girls, we better do what the deputy says…” With a majestic splash, Abigail abruptly stood up and revealed her jiggly bits to the world as she went to get changed. “...Especially since I’ll get my ass grounded if I don’t,” she added bitterly. Something struck her as she was pulling her t-shirt on, though. “Hey - if this place counts as ‘tresspassin’, how come you’re here?”
“I was told some of the lost pets were spotted here. I got reason to be snoopin’ around. Now scram.” he continued to scowl in their direction, arms folded and impatiently waiting for them to leave.
Abigail stood and stared at Brooks for a couple minutes before muttering something in French and collapsing into one of the plastic chairs near the pool, waiting on her friends to get changed so they could all ‘be outta there in five’.
Brooks scoffed, watching the three girls disperse relatively fast, and chose to ignore Abigail's attitude as he had more important things to worry about. After all had departed he began his slow paced search around the outskirts of the hotel, occasionally stopping to ensure he wasn’t being followed or watched to the best of his abilities. His goal was to get a possible vantage point on the window looking out of the hotel, potentially even scale up to it if the opportunity presented itself. For now however, baby steps.
This looks to be an amazing idea. I just can't think of a character.
First of all, welcome to Brimstone! This small town could fit another member. I was thinking about how to reply to this for a while now, because I'd love to see new players but I also get this problem quite a lot.
For starters I recommend you read through the character sheets that we already have; take a look at what tropes, what types of people have already been taken. The last thing you want to do is inadvertently make a copycat of someone else's character concept. Once you've ruled out what we've already got, I recommend asking what we've yet to see in town. For example, the amount of adults is SERIOUSLY lacking (I'm talking 30yrs+) compared to the kids - on top of that we have several 'trouble-maker' sorts which means that actually making a well-to-do and mildmannered character would make you stand out. I don't think I've seen any business-owners in the town either, so maybe your character could run a shop/bar/tourist attraction, which brings me on to my last point - the GM and Co-GM here are REALLY invested in the RP and want to make sure you get the best out of it (speaking from experience here) so you can always throw them a couple ideas in a PM or in the OOC, if you want to hear from the normal players too.
Hopefully that's useful, I'd love to see what sort of things you come up with. There's no rush, either!
@Stitches
Will shove post so you don't have to double post
Thanks Capn, I was considering pestering Dino to post it but like I said, he's still busy until tomorrow(?) so I thought I'd go and pester you lot instead.
So me and Dino managed to finish another collab, wherein Brooks actually climbs over the fencing and is totally looking for those lost pets, guys. Totally. I'm not going to post it until I get the go-ahead from the GM that a double post will be acceptable (or if anyone else wants to shove a post in beforehand).
So long as it's nothing too dramatic ( Abi's barely had time to breathe since the psychic murder child went for her), I'm okay with some plot intervention! I'm kinda hoping someone tells Abigail to get out the hot spring... she'd leave naked. We all know it.
Since this is a sort of mystery RP, I'd much rather the plot was kept secret from us and leave us to figure it ourselves in due time. Oh, and Dino's going to be busy these next few days so perhaps another round of posts whilst he's gone?
Abigail arrived considerably later than Lillith. She introduced her arrival by rather abruptly vaulting the fence with a practised, fluid motion; for someone with so many injuries, Abigail had long ago flaunted the her climbing skills were superior and didn’t feel like stopping just because everyone else was fed up of it. She was carrying an empty cereal box. In fact, when she landed she looked down at the box with surprise and a brief ‘oh-fuck’ moment that would’ve been suspicious if she didn’t immediately follow it up with “I ate all my fucking cheerios on the way here?!”
As per usual, Abigail was poorly dressed for the occasion - she didn’t have a swimsuit. Or, well, she did have one but she refused to wear it. The story goes that her uncle tried to teach her how to swim last year - went off to one of the deeper hot springs near the back of the hotel, the ones reserved specifically for the establishment. Legend says you could hear Abigail’s furious screeching from as far as the football stadium behind the high school. Unfortunately, this was long before Abigail had escaped from her little defensive shell that accompanied her from New Orleans, so Molly and Lillith had to rely on hearsay for such an early point in Abigail’s life here in Brimstone.
“You’ll have to excuse my lateness, I was” - on the other side of the town feeding a fugitive - ”trying to figure out what to wear this morning. Now where were you last night, hmm?” Abigail jabbed a finger in Lillith’s direction accusingly. “Mind you, Lil, you didn’t miss much at all. Only two kids showed up!” Three, technically. “Scotty still had fun though...and I guess that’s what matters?” Abigail shrugged.
“Anyway, it was pretty dull. Now, since we’re only in the company of women here...and whichever vegetablised patients those nurses have turned towards the window...I hope you don’t mind if I get changed into my birthday suit.” It was more of a warning than a question because Abigail immediately started to strip. As mentioned before, Abigail’s pasty little body was covered in all sorts of shiny, pinkish scars from head to toe. What Lillith hasn’t seen before, however, was the roaring violet splotch that took up a solid quarter of her ribcage. Molly, unfortunately, had seen it once before; it stood out as the most concrete evidence that the events of yesterday were very much real. It wasn’t the only injury on her - she was once again adorned with those heavy duty, super sticky waterproof plasters that her uncle bought in bulk - but it was the most impressive one of the lot.
Abigail didn’t stop talking, even as she got changed. “I get why the hotel’s becoming a death’s doorstep for old people, but seriously? If I got that ill I’d hope someone would take me out back and shoot me. Better dead than useless, that’s what I think.” Abigail’s expression contorted into pain as she bent over to pull off her socks and shoes. “And I wouldn’t want the last thing I get to experience to be this godawful stench of lavender and shit, either.”
“Hey guys don'tletmEDROWN--!” Abigail cried as she leapt into the water, stark naked, and slid down to sit beside Molly. Her hair spread out like an oil slick; face half-submerged underwater, Abigail blew bubbles with her mouth contentedly.
As per usual, Abigail was poorly dressed for the occasion - she didn’t have a swimsuit. Or, well, she did have one but she refused to wear it. The story goes that her uncle tried to teach her how to swim last year - went off to one of the deeper hot springs near the back of the hotel, the ones reserved specifically for the establishment. Legend says you could hear Abigail’s furious screeching from as far as the football stadium behind the high school. Unfortunately, this was long before Abigail had escaped from her little defensive shell that accompanied her from New Orleans, so Molly and Lillith had to rely on hearsay for such an early point in Abigail’s life here in Brimstone.
“You’ll have to excuse my lateness, I was” - on the other side of the town feeding a fugitive - ”trying to figure out what to wear this morning. Now where were you last night, hmm?” Abigail jabbed a finger in Lillith’s direction accusingly. “Mind you, Lil, you didn’t miss much at all. Only two kids showed up!” Three, technically. “Scotty still had fun though...and I guess that’s what matters?” Abigail shrugged.
“Anyway, it was pretty dull. Now, since we’re only in the company of women here...and whichever vegetablised patients those nurses have turned towards the window...I hope you don’t mind if I get changed into my birthday suit.” It was more of a warning than a question because Abigail immediately started to strip. As mentioned before, Abigail’s pasty little body was covered in all sorts of shiny, pinkish scars from head to toe. What Lillith hasn’t seen before, however, was the roaring violet splotch that took up a solid quarter of her ribcage. Molly, unfortunately, had seen it once before; it stood out as the most concrete evidence that the events of yesterday were very much real. It wasn’t the only injury on her - she was once again adorned with those heavy duty, super sticky waterproof plasters that her uncle bought in bulk - but it was the most impressive one of the lot.
Abigail didn’t stop talking, even as she got changed. “I get why the hotel’s becoming a death’s doorstep for old people, but seriously? If I got that ill I’d hope someone would take me out back and shoot me. Better dead than useless, that’s what I think.” Abigail’s expression contorted into pain as she bent over to pull off her socks and shoes. “And I wouldn’t want the last thing I get to experience to be this godawful stench of lavender and shit, either.”
“Hey guys don'tletmEDROWN--!” Abigail cried as she leapt into the water, stark naked, and slid down to sit beside Molly. Her hair spread out like an oil slick; face half-submerged underwater, Abigail blew bubbles with her mouth contentedly.
Just waiting on @Stitches and her friend now.
I think I've done everything but the gear and equipment, and my buddy's still working on the larger parts of his CS. We swapped to forsaken midway which is why it's taking a while.
I especially loved the Pro and Con list
Note how Brooks finding out is on the same level of Guantanamo bay and government torture. Me and Dino had a good laugh about that last night.
@Stitches
No school, it's summer- maybe swimming or something like that?
I spent so much of my summers at the lake haha- that or movies or something
Well, we've got the hot springs around the hotel - surely they don't own all of those pools, right? Maybe we can use that. I should warn you though - Abigail doesn't know how to swim!
A veeery Abi-Brooks-centric post for this round, I apologise. If the GM doesn't intervene and have Abigail flung halfway across the county by a hangry little girl, I'm hoping to get straight to Molly and Lilith for some girl time. @MissCapnCrunch @BubblegumQueen How about it? Can either of you think of anything that they'd go out and do on a Monday afternoon, just before Abi has her shift at the Skunk?
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