T Risket

Born in Brimstone

I'll try to get a post up tomorrow :)

@MissCapnCrunch

I look forward to it.

Edit:I too am gonna head out for the night, see you all tommorow!

Born in Brimstone

Got the first post up! *pops confetti*

Sorry it took me so long guys.

Born in Brimstone

"GAME OVER!!!"

The words flashed across the screen as two young men hunched over the old Mortal Kombat machine moaned-James, the slightly younger of the two, had almost yet again beaten the four armed Goro only to die in the final moments. Their exaggerated cries of defeat momentarily stood out amongst the several other noisy flashing arcade games within the darkened room they had spent the better part of the last hour and a half inside.

“Every. Freakin. Time!” Max hollered, making doubly sure to draw out each word as he practically clung to the player 2 controls for dear life. The fact that he himself hadn't been playing didn't seem to matter. In truth the defeat had mainly been so devastating because it had been the last quarter between the two.

His attitude seemed to change just as fast as the arcades often took his money. Slapping his buddy James on the back in a friendly manner he quickly added “Welp...I'm sure you'll get him next time.” Absent mindidly he checked the cheap hand me down watch he wore on his wrist, using the dim flashing arcade lights he could just make out the time was about 8 o clock.

Looking up from the watch he was briefly much more grim looking than he had been following the loss of the arcade fight. Just as fast though his signature toothy grin played across his face, those that knew him though could recognize it as forced. “Looks like its time to get goin anyways...we don't wana be late for the haunted house”

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“So you think any of em will even show up?” Scotty Masterson, known as the local town screw up to most adults and 'the dealer' to most of his peers , asked the few others gathered around the outside of what was locally known as a haunted house. Years back the place had been seemingly abandoned overnight only to quickly fall into disrepair and just all around general creepiness, these days it was mostly used as a sort of 'right of passage' for the soon to be freshman. Scotty, a senior at Craft High, was gleefully looking forward to his final Fright Night and had been bragging how “This would really be one to remember.”

Right now Scotty was about as high as his hair was long-wich was to say extremely. Most people his age were dressing in the new wave of 80's fashion whereas Scotty looked like he had been straight out of the 60's: a large part of which was likely due to his hippy parents.

Popping the top off his third Paps he quickly took a drink-it didn't matter that he felt kinda queezy already, he had a reputation to up hold. If the beer itself wasn't so cheap and warm he wouldn't even be having this problem. He couldn't help but turn his attention to the large victorian esque modeled house that seemed to ominously loom over the small group that had gathered under the last streetlight before the end of the road. Suddenly something caught his eye; looking over the rounded glasses that hung precariously close to the edge of his nose he could have swore he'd seen something momentarily in one of the dirty windows on the vacant monster before him. Quickly he shook the thought from his head as in his distance he saw two of the neighborhood boys approaching on their bikes, the sparse street lamps lighting their way to the dead end that was the haunted house.

With a smirk Scotty reached into the open window of his beat up blue truck parked against the curb, quickly returning with your atypical dollar store non descript monster mask and a plastic knife. Bowing to his friends he said “I will see you all in a bit-don't forget to tug hard on that fishing wire I rigged to the door when they walk in. Totally gonna freak em out when it slams shut-then I come in!” he slashed wildly at the air with the fake knife. Without wasting any more time he ran off into the direction of the back of the house, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

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@T Risket
I think James'll go to the arcade for his first post.

@Default

The intro will open up a scenario that most us will probably be involved in to an extent-I'd explain it more right now but I'd rather just get it posted up.

I could also write in James and Max just having finished off their last quarter at the arcade.

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@T Risket
And are my characters cleared as well to be added to the character tab?

@BubblegumQueen

Sure are, any sheet in the old ooc is good to go.

Gonna get started on the opening post!

Born in Brimstone

Thank you Default!

Also- yes I am here to answer any questions, concerns, and take any compliments too ;)
@T Risket Is it okay if I put Molly in the character bin?

@MissCapnCrunch

Yeah, go ahead

Stranger Things/Night in the Woods Inspired RP

Got the rp itself up guys roleplayerguild.com/topics/168234-bor…

@Default @Peridot @MissCapnCrunch @BubblegumQueen

I'd like to join, this is my first casual RP

@WelcmeToGudBrgr

Go ahead and throw up a character sheet man.

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Got my sheet up and am gonna be turning in for the night rp wise-Capn should be able to answer most stuff while I am gone if anyone has any questions. Like usual I will check the thread before I head out tommorow-See ya then guys.

Oh yeah, and If I read your sheet already feel free to throw em up in the character section. And let me know if you guys would want me to make a main NPC list.

Edit-and lets all give Default a thanks, or else we'd be in a rp called "Born in Bromstone."

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Max

"Cmon, don't be a chicken."

| {Full Name} |
Max Garfunkel Marryson

| {Nickname} |
Mary

| {Age} |
14

| {Gender} |
Male

| {Appearance} |
With a mess of curly brown hair siting atop his still somewhat roundish face Max has that very typical "gawky kid" look, ecspecially when considering the few strands of hair under his nose that he laughably calls a mustache. His awkward look is made even worse by his long lanky arms and legs that seem to grow far to quick for any meat to actually stick-a problem that makes him look very skinny at his 5'9" height. It really doesn't help that his mom keeps buying him shirts that, although technichly "hip", are always seemingly to large. Luckily his jeans always miraculously tend to fit and for the most part he can cover up his way to big T shirts with his prized and ever present
Evel Knieval jacket. He also typically has on an all blue ball cap with the words "Kansas City Royals" stitched with white on the front, his curly brown hair exploding out from beneath on all sides.

| {Clothing Style} |
Beat up white leather Evel Knieval jacket, jeans, blue ball cap, black chuck taylors on his feet, and a different shirt everyday

| {Likes} |
-Writing
-Comics
-Action Figures
-His Bike
-His BB gun

| {Dislikes} |
-The Owen brothers
-School
-Running out of quarters
-Vegetables
-His sister

| {Fears} |
-Spiders
-The old sulfur mines

| {Personality} |
Always one to jump headlong into the unknown Max is very much a 'daredevil' of a child, a fact his friends sometimes find rather troublesome. Described as having an attention problem by teachers he is no stranger to the long shameful walk to the principals office, though the few "physical altercations" have always revolved around the Owen brothers. At his core Max is a good person who really hasn't lost what makes him a kid yet, secretly he'd rather play with his action figures than talk about girls. Admittedly he is not the brightest but it is a fact he often makes up for with his sheer charisma and enthusiasm, though sometimes he bites off more than he can chew when it comes to standing up for his friends.

| {History} |
Max was born in Brimstone to a father that spends almost all of his time on the road driving freight trucks across country and a mother who has run the local library for the past 20 years. Because of a lack of father and a seemingly always busy mother Max has grown up ridding the streets, playing in the woods, and getting up to all sorts of nonsense like shooting cans with his trusty BB gun to building forts with his friends. His first tormentor came in the form of his older sister only to be replaced overtime by the infamous Owen Brother bullies.

To this day most of his time is spent riding around on his bike looking for things to do whenever he is out of the money he is constantly chasing so he can buy more bb's, comics, and arcade game plays. Sometimes he even finds a way or two to make some money, be that cleaning a garage or raking leaves-if he can he always tries to rope his friends into his money making ventures, often enticing them with yet another fabled trip to The Comic Cavern.

| {Other} |
Max rarely spends time with his parents-his older sister has actually been the one to raise him more than anyone else.

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Hey guys, check out the new map up top. Capn made it for us all and it looks awesome!