TwelveOf8

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

@Monacho @TwelveOf8 @Jay Kalton

Loving these new characters by the way!

And it'll be interesting to see a swedish character (since I'm a norwegian, lol), so feel free to ask me about anything country related if it should come up. Although google can answer most things, I'm just putting it on the table :)

@Furiosa

Sure thing, I'm just trying to read all of the posts first before posting myself. Doing that on top of everything else in my life can be a little exhausting. Luckily though I'm up for the challenge.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

"Hey watch it you klutz! Oh, it's you Corinne baby! What's up!?" greeted Switch.

It was quite the coincidence that out of all the people he would run into it was the one he was thinking about the most lately. Corinne was the hot topic of conversation during his heart-to-heart chat with Divo. Why Divo seemed to care so much about the new chick Switch could only guess. It came as a surprise to him that just how much she seemed to mean to short stuff. But then again, Switch surmised that really it was no surprise at all once he thought about it a little. The way that Divo starred at Corinne sometimes in that subtle yet intense way. The look of jealousy that passed over Divo's face whenever Rolo spoke fondly of her and whenever he saw them together. Those looks left as quickly as they came but they always returned like clockwork. Of course these signs were so subtle that perhaps Divo himself was not aware of them. Suffice it to say though, Switch couldn't blame him for feeling the way he did. Not just about Corinne but about everything that was going on with the Salt Bay Turbos. The future was uncertain for them so of course one would desire what one wanted just a little bit more. The one thought that kept returning to the forefront of Switchs' mind though was perhaps maybe he desired the same thing. Whether that same thing was love or merely friendship was the very conundrum that Switch mulled over when he collided with the little lady herself.

"Here, let me help you with your books." Switch offered as he squatted down next to Corinne.

Finish the Sentence, Create a Story

There once was a man, who is well known in his shitty. 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. Swearing revenge Dumbass crawled away, winded and bruised. On top of that, he was slightly bemused. However, he appeared to have the upper hand as, with a devious smile, he pulled a remote control from his pocket. He pressed the button, and cursed out loud. Then he saw something he could not describe. It was a horrifying, yet beautiful, visage of his old dirty dog named Lasagna. Lasagna looked like it was going to bite off his... well... it's a delicate place.That delicate place is his head, the dog jumped into the air holding a flamethrower and somehow seemed both willing and able to use it.

"Don't attack me," cried the topless porn star who had just stepped into the madness. Because he was running out of gravity, he decided to swim away. At that moment he knew, he was in hell, and at the right second he saw a flying fetus straight to his face. "Why did you abort me daddy?"

With a horrified scream, Dumbass awoke - to discover that she was sitting on her toilet in Heaven having a heavenly crap. Satan called on his cell phone with fury at the latest posters disregarding former italics tags, the clouds rained unicorns as well.

Meanwhile on Earth,"Dong, where is my automobile?" asked the sexually frustrated old man.

"Where did you have it last?" his butler replied sarcastically.
"I checked my asshole 15 times." The old man's son said.

It seemed that old 80's movie references were in these days. A rolling skating Afro person went up to the old man,"I believe it's inside mine!" The Afro man bent down away from him,"Go! Check!"

"Ride my sweaty beating heart, daddy." pleaded the sexually frustrated old man whilst he silently regretted ruining yet another spam thread.

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

"I just feel like we've been distant lately. It's almost like you're a different person. Someone I don't recognise. I think we're growing apart." explained Kirsten.

"No baby that's not true at all. Things haven't changed between us. I'm still crazy about you and stuff. It's just that well, I've been busy." Chet trailed off weakly.

"Busy with what!? We never get to spend any time together anymore! You never even call me! What's a girl supposed to think!? I know your type. The tough, cool James Dean kinda guy with a new girl every week. Well I am not just a girl Chet! I'm not just a girl!" Kirsten exclaimed almost hysterically.

The other diners began to stare at them with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. Murmurs bubbled all around the young couple and their lovers tiff. Sweet and Sour Diner wasn't very busy when Chet and Kirsten came in earlier that afternoon. Over the course of half an hour though did that change. The diner filled with patrons very quickly and became very busy. Chet was kicking himself for taking Kirsten there. He had no idea just how popular that new diner really was. All he wanted was some quiet time with special girl but instead he got drama and public humiliation. This was not Chets day.

"Can you just keep it down please!? No need to air our dirty laundry okay babe?" whispered Chet loudly.

"I can't believe you! Here I am, on the verge of tears, and all you care about is what other people think of you!? You're not a rebel at all! You're not even cool! You're just a..." Kirstens tirade was suddenly cut short as Chet tried to defuse the situation.

"Baby please don't say what you're about to say." Chet pleaded.

"Goodbye Chet! Goodbye forever!" yelled Kirsten before getting up from the booth and storming out of the diner in tears. Her sobs were cut off as the diner door closed behind her.

All eyes were on Chet now. Never had he ever felt like a bigger loser than he did in that moment. Well, except for that time he was caught betraying the Salt Bay Turbos. That was a shame that would never leave him for as long as he lived. Chet felt like such a square though. All he could do was sit there and bear all that public scrutiny. Sure, he could chase after Kirsten and attempt to apologise though the sad truth was that she was right. She and Chet had been growing apart. In fact Chet was almost certain that he no longer had feelings for her anymore. Perhaps, he surmised, that he only decided to court Kirsten simply for the thrill of the chase. The night at the clubhouse was so cool and Chet wanted to have as much fun as he could at the time. Perhaps she was just a girl after all.

"Bill please." Chet said to a passing waiter.

The waiter gave a squeak of confirmation then scampered off to calculate what was owed. As Chet sat there, awaiting his bill, his mind drifted off to the night before. A smile crossed his face as he fondly remembered that night of passion.

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Things were all going according to plan. Charles couldn't help but grin with genuine satisfaction. For the first time in a long time he had everything he wanted. As of that moment he was the most powerful person at Salt Bay High. Soon, he'd be the most powerful person in the the town itself. And if that wasn't enough, he was finally able to conquer his rival in every way possible.

As Charles gazed out at the town Sea Salt Bay upon his usual spot at the marble fence, his mind drifted back to the night before. The warm breeze of that sunny Saturday afternoon teased his impeccably groomed chestnut hair as he reminisced about the red hot steaming passion between himself and his greatest conquest yet. Being with Chet was like taming a wild stallion. Tough and demanding yet majestic and beautiful at the same time. It was all so very intoxicating. Even a mere memory of that night made Charles dizzy with ecstasy. He began to feel himself become aroused to the point where it became visibly noticeable. Nobody else was around though so he felt neither shame nor the social calling to hide it. And so there Charles stood, in more ways than one, at the marble fence overlooking the town of Sea Salt Bay.

Charles was suddenly shocked out of his reverie by an unceremoniously loud noise. It was one his butlers clearing his throat. The sound of which made Charles fidget noticeably. "Excuse me sir. Terribly sorry to bother you this fine afternoon but your honoured guest has arrived." said the butler with dignity and aplomb.

Before Charles could berate the butler for unintentionally humiliating him he was suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Charles had never been shocked twice in a row before until then. There she stood, with long and straight raven, large dark eyes, ivory skin, and a very flattering hips to bust ratio. She had bright red lipstick yet the rest of her makeup was very subtle. She wore a red beret and a tight horizontally striped black and white shirt with long sleeves. She also wore a tight black skirt, black stockings, and a pair of black shoes with slightly raised heels. Each of the shoes sported a cute little red bow. Truly she was a vision loveliness by any mans estimation. Charles was lost for words.

"I present to you miss Yoshida Kimiko. Heiress of the Yoshida family fortune." said the butler with subtle grandiosity.

"Please, just call me Kimiko." she said in a surprisingly squeaky voice.

"G-g-greetings miss uhh Kimicho?" Charles said in response. It was the only response he could muster in the moment, as shocked as he was.

Kimiko then began to giggle uncontrollably, almost hysterically. Charles looked down to see that he was still standing at attention. He promptly hid his excitement with both of his hands. Charles began to blush very brightly at that moment. Never had he felt more embarrassed. That particular butler was lucky that he was a very good friend of his father or else Charles would have fired him on the spot for humiliating him so. Charles surmised that they were going to have words later on concerning his conduct.

"S-sorry." Charles apologised sheepishly.

End of season two

The Battle of Sea Salt Bay

"I thought I'd find you here. Where ya been short stuff?" greeted Switch upon his discovery of a very tired and frankly disheveled looking Divo.

Divo sat up from where he lay upon the sand beneath the boardwalk. It was about midday on a very sunny and pleasant Saturday. The sound of the waves crashing upon the shore was punctuated by the shrieking laughter of children playing in the waters. Truly it was a perfect day to be at the beach. Divo himself wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion as he was still in his full riding leathers. A cascade of sand fell away from him as he sat up. He didn't even bother dusting himself off which he was oft inclined to do. Instead he stared at Switch with an obviously frustrated expression. A thin film of sand still covered his shades.

"Wha do you wan?" slurred Divo irritably.

"Just checkin up on you dude. Things have been real weird and fucked up these last few days. Honestly dude I have no idea what to think anymore. Hey, just how long have you been sleepin down here anyway?" asked Switch out of curiosity.

"I dunno, last night or some shit. Why the fuck do you care anyway? What are you my mother? I hope not, she's such a psychotic old whore. No way was I goin home to that shit." rambled Divo.

"Hey, did you get wasted last night dude? asked Switch before squatting down and having a sniff.

"You really reek of the good stuff. Why didn't you invite me to your little party? I wanted to get wasted too! You greedy little teeny weenie..." said Switch playfully.

"Shut the fuck up!" Divo snapped.

"Whoa man, you know I'm just playin! Just chill alright!?" placated Switch.

"I know I know. It's just that I, I'm not in the mood for anythin ya know? I'm just so sick of it all. I don't give a fuck anymore." said Divo bitterly.

A look of concern played across Switchs face. It wasn't like Divo to act this way. It wasn't like him to act so bitter and defeated. In fact it was usually Divos job to cheer everyone else up whenever the Salt Bay Turbos found themselves in a dark place. Whatever was eating Divo up inside Switch could only guess. Sure, Switch and Divo joked around at each others expense all of the time yes but that was mainly because they wished to entertain the other members of the Salt Bay Turbos. In truth though, Switch and Divo considered each other best friends. They cared about each other more than most people realised. And so with all the concern in the world, Switch decided to sit down next to Divo and have a real heart-to-heart chat.

"Alright buddy, spill the beans. What's been eatin ya?" asked Switch jovially.

"Where do I even begin?" replied Divo in feigned exasperation.

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

@Furiosa@Pilatus@PrinceAlexus

Guys you didn't have to do this. I would have loved to have read all the posts. I was just remarking on how many there are and how often they are uploaded. It seems that this RP really resonates with people in some way. Thanks again for the summary @PrinceAlexus.

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

@PrinceAlexus@Pilatus

Wow, so many IC posts. It seems that I have a heck of a lot of reading ahead of me before I make my first post. I may even have to set a day aside dedicated purely to getting started in this RP. x_x

Telecommunications

@DeadDrop I was going to reveal it later but psychiatric care in this case means having some paid leave while having to attend mandatory therapy sessions. Sorry, I should have made it more clear. I can't wait for others to post. I will wait until they do before making another.

Telecommunications

Derek Sloan: Paradise Lost

"Damn fine coffee! And a damn good cherry pie!" exclaimed Derek. The coffee itself was still much too hot to drink safely but with even a tiny sip he could still taste its strength. He could still smell its aroma. It was all so very intoxicating.

"Just the way you like it sweetie. Give me a holler if you need anythin else ok sugar." offered Lashanda with that vivacious smile of hers.

"Lashanda baby if I need anything then you'll be the first to know. And that's a promise." responded Derek with a cheeky wink.

"Oh Derek, you smooth talker you." said Lashanda before walking away to attend to the other diners.

Derek grinned smugly to himself. He watched as Lashandas large round ass swayed to and fro as she walked. That was always a good sign. She was a doll but Derek saw her more as a kindly aunt than a girlfriend. No doubt she was old and experienced enough to have figured that out for herself. But to them both it was just a fun but rather silly little game amongst friends. The diner itself was always busy around lunch time. With all the busy people of the world lining up to get Maxines cinnamon Colombian roast blend. The line was so long that it extended out of the door and into the street. Derek wasn't kidding when he said that it was damn fine coffee. Maxines Diner had the best coffee in the neighbourhood as far as the locals were concerned. The stereotypical 50's diner itself always had a welcoming and non-threatening vibe that garnered itself a loyal clientele. Filled with red padded booth seats, a black and white checkered laminate floor, an art deco style bar, and a juke box, it truly captured the 50's feel.

Despite everything that had happened thus far, it seemed that Derek was still able to maintain his spirits. To keep his head above water so to speak. Bringing charm and levity into the environment was always a smart move. The less tension there was in the air the less likely anyone was going to act the fool and do something regretful. More times than he could count the only thing that spared him from a dire situation was a well placed word or two. For truly, words have killed and saved far more people in the world than any weapon. The great thing about words was that unlike weapons, one can practice with and utilise words in almost any situation. To be a gruff and edgy loner was all well and good for some but it afforded little to no opportunity to practice the art of the spoken word. Derek himself was as big of a loner as one can get but nevertheless, he still made an effort to exchange pleasantries and ideas with most of the people he encountered in his everyday life. Such practices instinctively drew people closer to him. For Derek that was the part of the process that lacked appeal. It wasn't that he hated people like a misanthrope, it was that deep within him lay a darkness that he wished not to expose to others. Even before the incident there was something there. Something deep and unknowable yet looming and ever present. Some may call it depression. The veterans at the local precinct however simply called it "being a cop". Derek know though that it was something else entirely. Something that originated in his past that continued to elude his memory.

Dereks introspective brooding was interrupted by the vibration of his smart phone in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID. It said that it was the DPD. Derek was slightly taken aback. He still had a few more weeks of psychiatric evaluation left before he had to return to work. Derek couldn't help but feel concerned yet a little peeved at the same time.

"A hoy hoy." said Derek as he answered his phone.

Telecommunications

@DeadDrop Cool beans, I will keep that in mind.