Yeah, I was going to mention that I would be fine with having my characters have some connections with those of others. Right now they are sort of misplaced in this whole situation, so if it would help the plot or intrigue, or the possibility of interaction, I'd be down for having them be connected somehow with some others. If you are interested or have any ideas, feel free to let me know.
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Cool. I just posted. It's not my best work, but hopefully it shall help some folks out. :)
The two men had ascended the stairs and stood awkwardly by the door, unsure if they should say something, attempt to enter, or just give up and leave at this point. Chester was eager to try just winging it an waltzing in as if they owned the place. There was nothing like confidence to fix a situation like this. They eyed the older gentleman in the crisp black tuxedo who had his hand clasped behind his back, and the awkward silence grew more intense until Gerald felt a near physical sensation slither down his spine. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off unexpectedly.
"Good evening Mr. Calhoun, good evening Mr. Garrett" the older gent said without breaking his gaze from the guests leaving the carriages on the road below. He did, however, nod his head slightly in the direction of Chester when mentioning his name. "Of course you are welcome."
Gerald was taken aback by the fact that he man knew their names. How? They weren't the ones invited. Perhaps that old man who gave them the invite told the host they'd be coming instead? He managed a smile and uttered something along the lines of "Oh, of course. Thanks." before Chester nearly shoved him into the front hallway.
"See? You were worried for nothing." Chester said in his usual cheerful tone, "And now we're here and have these sweet digs to explore! I wonder if they have another buffet. I think the stuff we collected here is getting cold." He indicated the plate with a quick gesture, then tossed it haphazardly on a nearby hall table.
The house was certainly overwhelming. Even just the entryway was huge, gaudy, and dripping with excessive detail. Everything in the place carried forward the blue-and-silver theme, which was both impressive and a tad unsettling, especially to two small-town boys who had only seen things like this on television. Gerald's jaw dropped slightly as he surveyed the room, then began nodding. "Not bad. Not bad at all. If only the music were a little better. "
Chester was only half aware of his friend's words. The promise of yet another-- and quite possibly bigger-- buffet table drew his eyes hungrily around the room. He craned his neck to look over Gerald's head into the ballroom ahead. Thus far no dice. "Mmm, not quite the classic rock you're used to." he muttered.
"Yeah, this definitely ain't Queen, but what's the deal with the songs for some of the guests? This must be costing an arm and a leg..."
Chester nodded in agreement as he continued his search for the buffet, then a sudden thought came to him and he snapped back to attention "Yeah hey, why didn't I get a song?"
"Because you're not a pretty girl? And besides, what would a song for you be? A show tune about hamburgers and cars?"
Chester shook his head emphatically. "No, dude, it would totally be a sick 1980's rock ballad with wicked guitar riffs," he then began gesturing wildly with his arms, emulating an air guitar, air drums, and who knows what else. "Imagine that hardcore beat and yeah, it would be...about hamburgers and cars." As was typical for Ches, he quickly changed his train of thought and just let whatever off-the-wall thoughts in his mind stumble off his tongue, "Hey, do you think they'll do any line dancing at this shindig?" like his mind, his feet began to idly wander toward into the ballroom.
"Dude, if you can get someone to do the Cupid Shuffle with you, I'll give you ten bucks."
"Good evening Mr. Calhoun, good evening Mr. Garrett" the older gent said without breaking his gaze from the guests leaving the carriages on the road below. He did, however, nod his head slightly in the direction of Chester when mentioning his name. "Of course you are welcome."
Gerald was taken aback by the fact that he man knew their names. How? They weren't the ones invited. Perhaps that old man who gave them the invite told the host they'd be coming instead? He managed a smile and uttered something along the lines of "Oh, of course. Thanks." before Chester nearly shoved him into the front hallway.
"See? You were worried for nothing." Chester said in his usual cheerful tone, "And now we're here and have these sweet digs to explore! I wonder if they have another buffet. I think the stuff we collected here is getting cold." He indicated the plate with a quick gesture, then tossed it haphazardly on a nearby hall table.
The house was certainly overwhelming. Even just the entryway was huge, gaudy, and dripping with excessive detail. Everything in the place carried forward the blue-and-silver theme, which was both impressive and a tad unsettling, especially to two small-town boys who had only seen things like this on television. Gerald's jaw dropped slightly as he surveyed the room, then began nodding. "Not bad. Not bad at all. If only the music were a little better. "
Chester was only half aware of his friend's words. The promise of yet another-- and quite possibly bigger-- buffet table drew his eyes hungrily around the room. He craned his neck to look over Gerald's head into the ballroom ahead. Thus far no dice. "Mmm, not quite the classic rock you're used to." he muttered.
"Yeah, this definitely ain't Queen, but what's the deal with the songs for some of the guests? This must be costing an arm and a leg..."
Chester nodded in agreement as he continued his search for the buffet, then a sudden thought came to him and he snapped back to attention "Yeah hey, why didn't I get a song?"
"Because you're not a pretty girl? And besides, what would a song for you be? A show tune about hamburgers and cars?"
Chester shook his head emphatically. "No, dude, it would totally be a sick 1980's rock ballad with wicked guitar riffs," he then began gesturing wildly with his arms, emulating an air guitar, air drums, and who knows what else. "Imagine that hardcore beat and yeah, it would be...about hamburgers and cars." As was typical for Ches, he quickly changed his train of thought and just let whatever off-the-wall thoughts in his mind stumble off his tongue, "Hey, do you think they'll do any line dancing at this shindig?" like his mind, his feet began to idly wander toward into the ballroom.
"Dude, if you can get someone to do the Cupid Shuffle with you, I'll give you ten bucks."
I am going to post a little bit more today, to encourage others (and because I am so hyped to finally play as Gerald and Ches! I love them so). Also, I hope it is okay if I control a guard(?) by the door very briefly.
I was going to wait for interaction from the folks (guards?) by the doors, but I'd be happy to post more before Aug 12th. Maybe that'll stimulate some more action
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I really need to find an easier name for Agrus, everybody mixes up the G and R.
Oh jeez, I did that, didn't I? For some reason I always seem to read it with the G and R switched and then I can't NOT see that. Sorry. I just fixed my latest post with the correct spelling! :)
Yay. This is getting really fun. I'm having a ball with Ches and Ger.
Oh, I did not see any rules about it or anything, but hopefully everyone is okay with their language. >.>
Oh, I did not see any rules about it or anything, but hopefully everyone is okay with their language. >.>
Gerald cast an amused glance at the man called Agrus’s plate that was being enthusiastically filled with various meats and hearty potatoes. He was starting to like this guy already. From what he could gather, the man was here with his brother, who still remained unknown. The two at the buffet table seemed to be in the same boat, not entirely sure they wanted to be at this shindig. Still, Gerald was at least curious to see “how the other half lives,” as it were. Thus far, this was nothing like anything he’d seen in little Pocomoke City.
Gerald replied to the man’s question about his invite as best he could without explaining the whole odd story behind its acquisition. He still did not really know who the man was who gave him the invitation that day. All he knew was he was one of those stereotypical eccentric old rich men who wear too much cologne and were overly attached to their old cars – probably the car they had in their heyday when they had a dozen girlfriends and more than a few swaths of hair left.
Now that he thought about it, it was odd that the staff here even let him and Ches on board this ferry, since they weren’t explicitly mentioned on the invite, and they obviously weren’t the intended recipients...or at least not that he knew of. His stomach suddenly sunk as the thought of the staff turning him and Ches away at the door of the mansion crept into his mind. How the Hell would they get back? And they would have driven all this way for nothing, not to mention they’d be denied any more food and sent back hungry. Oh no, no no. No way were they cheating him out of a good meal. Not on his watch. Paying no further mind to Argus or the other gentleman who had appeared at the buffet, Gerald began filling his plate to the rim with food of every variety. Driving all the way out here for 5 hours...Bah. This Acheson guy isn’t going to get away with sending me away hungry. If he has the nerve, he’s going to pay in food. That’s for damn sure.
During his mad dash to stock up on sustenance, as if he were about to be trekking through a desert, Gerald overheard the announcement about reaching the dock and transferring to carriages. He glanced over his shoulder at the bar and noticed many of the other passengers rising from their seats and filing out to the dock. Chester stood awkwardly in the rear of the group, unsure how to interact with these folk who were obviously much more sophisticated than he and Gerald put together. He met Gerald’s gaze and shrugged, a goofy smile still on his face. Nothing ever seemed to get that man down.
“Guess we’re here.” Ches muttered as he approached his friend. “Should we – wait a second there was a buffet table here!?” His eyes widened as he beheld the generous spread that had been waiting for him just feet away. His face screwed up into a humorous scowl, “Shit, and I missed out.”
“Well, while you were rubbing elbows with the elite, I had enough sense to scavenge some food for us. You realize that our names aren’t on this invite and we might be thrown out?”
“Shit!” Ches repeated, a lot louder than was probably wise. It was clear that these two were not even half as well-bred as the other guests, and if it was not clear previously, it was glaringly obvious now. They stuck out like a sore thumb. First their ill-fitting suits and mangled ties, and now their poor choice of appropriate language for society. The two normally swore like sailors, which was fine in a garage, but not in high society.
Gerald smacked Ches on the shoulder with the back of his hand “Why the Hell didn’t you think of that before dragging me all the way out here, making me take my new car and everything?”
“Me? Why the is this my fault? You could have thought of it, too. And we both got the invitation from that weird dude.”
Gerald groaned, “Great. Now I have to deal with you for another 5 hours on the road while also starving to death.”
“Hey man, we could always stop for McDonalds...I hear the McRib is back...”
“Shut up...just shut up.” Gerald's exasperation left him momentarily and he looked up to shoot a confounded look at Chester. "Wait, there is no way I am letting you eat a McRib in my car. Are you out of your friggin' mind?"
Ches shrugged. "Eh, I thought I'd just put it out there."
Lifting his palm to cover his eyes, Gerald shoved the plate of food toward his companion, who quickly took custody of it and shoved a garlic knot in his mouth. “Let’s just go get this over with. If we’re going to be kicked out, we might as well do it before it gets too dark.”
“Yeah, hopefully the ferry doesn’t leave. That’d be a pain in the ass, wouldn’t it?” Chester said cheerfully between bites of the garlic bread, always knowing just how to piss off his friend. Gerald took a swift swing with his right arm and socked Chester clean in the shoulder. No doubt with any other two men, this situation would go south very quickly, but these two morons just ended up erupting into laughter. Soon they boarded the carriage that waited for them. They sat at opposite sides of the bench, both looking out the windows, Chester with the plate of food on his lap.
Once the house came into view, both men were flabbergasted by its sheer size. It was even bigger than Pocomoke City Hall. And people actually lived here? “Well I’ll be...” Ches exclaimed, “This place is legit. You know, I think this is the nicest place I’ve ever been thrown out of.”
The carriage came to a stop, and the footman followed them with a disapproving scowl as they disembarked. This annual event had seen some unsavory characters in the past, but these two were in a league of their own, as far as he was concerned. There were rogues who had scandalous affairs during their stay, thieves who robbed the kitchen of its finest silver, but even they were better than low-class hicks.
Both men took a deep breath and climbed the stairs. The big man in charge had just made his welcoming speech. Now they’d see if they’d get stopped by some big security thugs at the door for not having their ties straight.
Gerald replied to the man’s question about his invite as best he could without explaining the whole odd story behind its acquisition. He still did not really know who the man was who gave him the invitation that day. All he knew was he was one of those stereotypical eccentric old rich men who wear too much cologne and were overly attached to their old cars – probably the car they had in their heyday when they had a dozen girlfriends and more than a few swaths of hair left.
Now that he thought about it, it was odd that the staff here even let him and Ches on board this ferry, since they weren’t explicitly mentioned on the invite, and they obviously weren’t the intended recipients...or at least not that he knew of. His stomach suddenly sunk as the thought of the staff turning him and Ches away at the door of the mansion crept into his mind. How the Hell would they get back? And they would have driven all this way for nothing, not to mention they’d be denied any more food and sent back hungry. Oh no, no no. No way were they cheating him out of a good meal. Not on his watch. Paying no further mind to Argus or the other gentleman who had appeared at the buffet, Gerald began filling his plate to the rim with food of every variety. Driving all the way out here for 5 hours...Bah. This Acheson guy isn’t going to get away with sending me away hungry. If he has the nerve, he’s going to pay in food. That’s for damn sure.
During his mad dash to stock up on sustenance, as if he were about to be trekking through a desert, Gerald overheard the announcement about reaching the dock and transferring to carriages. He glanced over his shoulder at the bar and noticed many of the other passengers rising from their seats and filing out to the dock. Chester stood awkwardly in the rear of the group, unsure how to interact with these folk who were obviously much more sophisticated than he and Gerald put together. He met Gerald’s gaze and shrugged, a goofy smile still on his face. Nothing ever seemed to get that man down.
“Guess we’re here.” Ches muttered as he approached his friend. “Should we – wait a second there was a buffet table here!?” His eyes widened as he beheld the generous spread that had been waiting for him just feet away. His face screwed up into a humorous scowl, “Shit, and I missed out.”
“Well, while you were rubbing elbows with the elite, I had enough sense to scavenge some food for us. You realize that our names aren’t on this invite and we might be thrown out?”
“Shit!” Ches repeated, a lot louder than was probably wise. It was clear that these two were not even half as well-bred as the other guests, and if it was not clear previously, it was glaringly obvious now. They stuck out like a sore thumb. First their ill-fitting suits and mangled ties, and now their poor choice of appropriate language for society. The two normally swore like sailors, which was fine in a garage, but not in high society.
Gerald smacked Ches on the shoulder with the back of his hand “Why the Hell didn’t you think of that before dragging me all the way out here, making me take my new car and everything?”
“Me? Why the is this my fault? You could have thought of it, too. And we both got the invitation from that weird dude.”
Gerald groaned, “Great. Now I have to deal with you for another 5 hours on the road while also starving to death.”
“Hey man, we could always stop for McDonalds...I hear the McRib is back...”
“Shut up...just shut up.” Gerald's exasperation left him momentarily and he looked up to shoot a confounded look at Chester. "Wait, there is no way I am letting you eat a McRib in my car. Are you out of your friggin' mind?"
Ches shrugged. "Eh, I thought I'd just put it out there."
Lifting his palm to cover his eyes, Gerald shoved the plate of food toward his companion, who quickly took custody of it and shoved a garlic knot in his mouth. “Let’s just go get this over with. If we’re going to be kicked out, we might as well do it before it gets too dark.”
“Yeah, hopefully the ferry doesn’t leave. That’d be a pain in the ass, wouldn’t it?” Chester said cheerfully between bites of the garlic bread, always knowing just how to piss off his friend. Gerald took a swift swing with his right arm and socked Chester clean in the shoulder. No doubt with any other two men, this situation would go south very quickly, but these two morons just ended up erupting into laughter. Soon they boarded the carriage that waited for them. They sat at opposite sides of the bench, both looking out the windows, Chester with the plate of food on his lap.
Once the house came into view, both men were flabbergasted by its sheer size. It was even bigger than Pocomoke City Hall. And people actually lived here? “Well I’ll be...” Ches exclaimed, “This place is legit. You know, I think this is the nicest place I’ve ever been thrown out of.”
The carriage came to a stop, and the footman followed them with a disapproving scowl as they disembarked. This annual event had seen some unsavory characters in the past, but these two were in a league of their own, as far as he was concerned. There were rogues who had scandalous affairs during their stay, thieves who robbed the kitchen of its finest silver, but even they were better than low-class hicks.
Both men took a deep breath and climbed the stairs. The big man in charge had just made his welcoming speech. Now they’d see if they’d get stopped by some big security thugs at the door for not having their ties straight.
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Sure thing. Since my IC post is the latest one, I'll just edit it. Give me a sec.
EDIT: Done! I hope that is enough for you to work with. Let me know if you want me to add more. :)
Sure thing. Since my IC post is the latest one, I'll just edit it. Give me a sec.
EDIT: Done! I hope that is enough for you to work with. Let me know if you want me to add more. :)
@Phantomlink959 If you want I can have one of my guys come over to your characters.
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