TwelveOf8

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

Chet was slightly taken aback by all the questions this child laid down before him. At the same time though, he felt genuinely flattered that someone was interested in who he was without knowing about his status in the school nor his recent and rather grandiose mistakes. Chet felt that he rather liked this child a lot. He wanted nothing bad to happen to him, neither now nor ever. Chet released Tobys hand and turned to face him directly. He then knelt down a bit so as to be eye level with this lost youngster.

"Look kid, I mean Toby. Those guys back there are not good guys. They do nothing but bad things to good people. And they don't do it for fun. They do it because they're mean. They're mean because they are too weak to be nice. Do you understand me kid?" Chet asked the rather mesmerized child.

"Of course you do, you're a smart kid." he stated.

"Those Slicks are totally lame anyway. I heard that their leader pissed his pants in front of a girl he liked. We'll take you to get some ice cream if you promise not to hang out with those losers ever again." Chet bargained.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

Chet smiled happily. It was the first genuine smile he had made in a while. He walked hand in hand with this young child through the increasingly darkening woodland trail. The usual sound of the woodland creatures had mysteriously returned. With all the chirping and scurrying about that is expected of the denizens of the woodlands. It was almost like the mountain itself was relieved that the Salt Bay Turbos snuck away safely. Once the Turbos were far enough away from the clearing of Lovers Haven did Chet finally spoke.

"So kid, what's your name?" he asked.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

Chet noticed a tugging on the back of his shirt. He swung around abruptly, ready for a fight. What he found was the most innocent looking kid he had ever seen. The sight of the child shocked Chet deeply. What business did the little guy have with such slimy people, Chet could not surmise. He suddenly felt a pang of empathy for the child with the innocent puppy dog look on his face. Chet bent over and whispered into the childs ear.

"Hey kid. You gotta get out of here now, real quiet like. Come with us, we know how to play Slicks for real. Not like these losers." whispered Chet as he motioned towards the gathering of Slicks in Lovers Haven.

"So kid, what do ya say? Wanna play with the cool kids? You gotta keep it a secret now so keep quiet, ya dig?" Chet whispered again.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

After a moment of contemplation Chet had finally come to a conclusion. He wished to be a better leader than he had been as of late. That meant that he didn't want any more harm to come to his boys than necessary. And so he decided to leave the edge of the clearing of Lovers Haven as quickly and as quietly as he and his boys could. Chet motioned with his right hand towards the woodland trail whilst keeping a finger on his lips with his left hand. As dutifully as ever the other members of the Salt Bay Turbos turned in the heels and snuck away from the clearing. They hoped against hope that they would not get noticed. It was then that it happened. A fallen tree branch crunched beneath Chets feet. The crunch itself was quite audible, even amongst all the racket the Slicks were causing. Chet hoped against hope that nobody heard it. He had screwed up more than enough lately. His ego couldn't take bearing the mantle of a screw-up.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

@PrinceAlexus@Pilatus
Wow, this Rp has really taken off. Congratulations you two. I will submit a character sheet when I can. Hopefully it will be within the next two days.

Telecommunications

@DeadDrop I'm back and I'm ready to go. Just say the word and I will make an IC post. You know I'm always keen.

Strangest Love

@Silverink@ineffable

I am going to go ahead and assume that this RP is dead. I shall be moving on with my life. It was a pleasure but alas, it was not meant to be. I bid you good day.

Finish the Sentence, Create a Story

There once was a man, who is well known in his city. His name was John but on weekends it was Britney. On Sundays, his name was Carl. The rest of the time, it was 'dumbass'. And he has two things that always accompany him, a list of names and a worn-out red marker. It would surprise you to know that, while it went against the expected function, the marker was not for writing on paper.

Morning light filled the hospital, the smell of death hung in the air. The pale walls shone wetly. Above Dumbass's bed hung a portrait of the Quartermaster of the KSR, and by his nightstand was a comb and a brush and a bowl full of mush. John had ended up with a broken hip after tripping himself at the stair. Or, at least that's what he told the Doctors had broken his hip. In fact, it had been something far more sinister; autohypnotic asphyxiation. Heading back home, he saw, that the mayor's car had been entirely covered in cling film. Confused by his misadventures, he decided that a live tentacle porn show was the next best option.

He proceeded to go to the fishmongers, and detail precisely what his plan was. The Fishmonger agreed,

"Fourty dollars for fifteen minutes sounds fair." Dumbass reached into his pocket to find that he had forgotten his wallet at home.

"Do you accept IOUs?" Dumbass raised two middle fingers and asked. As a result, he received a look of disgust and a kick in the nuts.

Alphabet Game

Myrren's Gift

Open World/ Slice of Life, Old Concept - New Take

@Pilatus

Cool beans! I shall do just that!