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Day 0
Jan 14, 2017 0:52:07 GMT
Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Jan 14, 2017 0:52:07 GMT
The Hungry Wolf - Simon:
Simon had no claim to be a very wise person. However, he knew that the rich stay rich by stretching every dollar or yen or whatever that they can, as far as they can. Simon had already snatched up at least five of the coupons fluttering in the air like snow in winter before Hall had flung a few more just for him. Not that he would complain. It would besmirch his honorable title as heir to the Delaueva name to ever whine, beg, or complain...
...in public...
...Oh, look at that. The Hungry Wolf's interior was smoking. Even more than it was before, rather. Simon scoffed, and looked at all of the coupons he had scored. Lots of 'half-price medium drinks' and 'free large drink with Marquis Burgers.' Simon let out another, "Feh!" before scoffing at that one presumably homeless person's couch and strutted away toward...
The Marquis of Meats? Well surely he wouldn't let those precious tiny slips of paper go to waste... Oh sweet money, was that line huge. Oh well. Simon fiddled with his pocketwatch again, figuring this was still better than that darn physics class. He was pretty sure they were covering electricity now. Pfft. Like he'd need that...
Beach - Anabelle:
Mr. Michuru could be seen to flinch a little bit when the Damaged Man gave his death stare, something that didn't go unnoticed by Anabelle, who flinched as well and hugged Moshi tighter. It looked like he was going to beat him up! That was bad! Anabelle, with her face scrunched up in fear, suddenly blurted out, "Please don't hurt him!"
It sounded like she was on the verge of tears, and could anyone blame her? What kid would want to see their own father come to harm, especially from a scary guy like him. If a Stand user were attentive, they'd notice a twinkle in the eye of Anabelle's stuffed animal. Suddenly, some sort of light started emanating from Sweet Emotion, spreading outward. At the center of it all, Anabelle noticed the warm sands underneath her suddenly becoming very cold, sticky, and slippery all at the same time. The light continued outward, morphing almost everything it touched until it stopped about two hundred meters away from Anabelle in all directions.
She opened her eyes again when it turned out the Anchorman was actually kinda nice, and noticed the beach around her had all turned into vanilla flavored ice cream. Looking toward the ocean, she had noticed the pristine blue waves had turned thick and a rich, dark brown, with an aroma of fudge. The beach towels had all turned to bubble wrap, the umbrellas were all sporting inviting animal faces on them complete with silly ears protruding from the tops, and even the Anchorman's anchor turned into a small pogo stick. Any signs of possible adverse weather also disappeared. The only two things noticeably untouched in the general vicinity were the scary train in the distance and a remote-controlled airplane near it.
When she saw the scene before her, Anabelle's face lit up with joy, and she tugged on her mother's sleeve, still holding Moshi in one arm. "Mommy, can I play over there?" Anabelle asked while pointing vaguely in the direction of the hot fudge ocean.
"Oh, I suppose. Just don't go too far, okay?" With her mother's reply, Anabelle ran off.
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Day 0
Jan 14, 2017 18:55:25 GMT
Post by melcaroni on Jan 14, 2017 18:55:25 GMT
Abandoned Zone Junkyard 7:00 AM
The Morioh Junkyard-- Located outside the town limits, visited only by a line of garbage trucks every Friday. As the last truck pulled into the dump site, its drowsy, burly driver yawning as he drowsily guided the truck through the towers of trash, taking a sip of coffee as he drove.
"What a beautiful summer morning," The garbage man muttered, taking a sip with a contented sigh, "Most people would think that garbage disposal would be an unpleasant job, but ever since I took this job two weeks ago, I've taken to it like a fish to a fresh pond. After all, my anosima, while keeping me from enjoying the scent of flowers, also keeps the stench of the garbage from ever bothering me, and the solitude of the dump, while most find dull, I find extremely liberating... I can simply use this time to plot out the novel I've been working on, mastering my craft while I work. Is there a better job for a man like me?"
The garbage man's eyes found a suitable spot for their haul-- A mountain of trash that was neither too large nor small. Perfect. With a skilled twist of the wheel and the tug of a lever, the truck turned around and began to pour the trash onto the dump.
But as he waited for the truck to empty itself, his eyes fell upon a strange sight: a figure, perched atop a mountain of garbage like a falcon on its nest.
A person? They didn’t look much older than a high schooler. What were they doing here?
“What?” The garbage man gritted his teeth, “Damn kids... What’s with them, crawling into my peaceful work and sitting down like King Solomon on his throne!? I’ll give that kid a piece of my mind...”
The kid, meanwhile, stared off into the distance, glancing over Morioh town in the distance. They felt the wind rustle their short red hair, then glanced down at the star-spangled beanie in their hand.
“Can I... really do this?” They muttered to themselves. “My whole life I’ve lived in this town... I don’t know anything beyond it. Maybe... I need to turn back.”
“Hey!! Brat!”
The garbage man stepped up to the garbage pile. The red haired kid slowly turned their head.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing up there!?” He demanded, thrusting a finger at the child, “This junkyard is not a playground for the likes of you! Now scram, before I call the police!”
The kid was silent for a moment, then, slowly, pulled the beanie over their head.
“Good grief.” They spoke, slowly turning around, “I’ve made up my mind... There’s no way I’m staying in a town like this.”
“Hey! Brat!” The garbage man repeated, “Are you deaf or something!? Get down from there, right now! And for ignoring me, I’m calling the police as well!”
“Go ahead,” Joshua responded, slowly raising their foot, “The police will definitely be needed here...”
With that, they swiftly stomped down on the pile, knocking loose the bags at the bottom. And then, the pile began to tip.
“...For you, that is.”
The garbage man realized too late what was happening, and he could only scream as the trembling trash heap keeled over and collapsed on top of him, burying him in piles and piles of garbage bags. Joshua slid down the wave of junk, riding the bags straight to the open door of the garbage truck. They pulled themselves inside, and turned the key, still left in the ignition.
The rumble of the engine felt good. Felt like freedom.
“It’s a beautiful morning.” Joshua murmured, glancing at themselves in the rear view mirror.
“Let’s hit the town.”
Joshua drives to the Morioh Nature Park.
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Day 0
Jan 16, 2017 18:07:19 GMT
Post by Try Biển Noodles on Jan 16, 2017 18:07:19 GMT
Event Start: Snoop DogResidential Area
Ryouhei, Mimi, and Nichole arrive in the Residential District ready to search for the reported pervert.
"Alright girls, I don't want you wondering to far. Who knows how dangerous the man is. If you notice anything suspicious, let out a holler and I will be there in an instant.
Town Centre
The kid was quite surprised to see a train appear out of nowhere, but he boarded it without any question.
Bay District
Now at the bay, the kid was quite surprised to have arrived so quickly. This mysterious conductor certainly was weird. Though he really didn't care, after picking his nose for a few seconds, he whipped out his RC plane and flew it over the water.
Not too far away, the damaged man showed no response to the little girls outburst then turned around, heading to the same destination he was heading before.
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Day 0
Jan 17, 2017 14:13:09 GMT
Post by melcaroni on Jan 17, 2017 14:13:09 GMT
Shopping District -- Hungry Wolf Food Truck:
The crowd was mostly gone now as it became clear that Joro Ono wasn't going to re-open his truck anytime soon.
As the shoppers collect their coupons from the Marquis, you notice a pair of nicely-suited gentlemen bend over to pick one up; and you happen to see a flash of silver metal peek out from under their coat; it looked like a pistol-- But it's gone before you can confirm. Were your eyes playing tricks on you? It's hard to tell.
"Alright, we'll get something after we deal with business," One of the men mutters to the other. "Come on, we don't wanna keep our friend waiting."
With that, the two men head off, entering a store bearing the name "Aqua! Toy Store".
Residential District
In the street across from you, a sudden bedlam breaks out-- You hear a screech of tires and crunch of metal as two cars collide and break to a halt. More shocking than the crash itself is the cars involved; a sleek, golden Lamborghini Islero on one end, and a bright red Ferrari Daytona on the other. The stylish cars each now bore a dent in their bumpers, a horrific scar upon the expensive automobiles.
The Lamborghini's door flew open with a bang, and a pair of well-polished shoes emerged from the car, followed by a tall, elegantly dressed young man clad in a three-piece suit that screamed wealth. He pressed a handkerchief to his head, a few drops of red eking out from under it, then took a deep breath and approached the other vehicle.
He then proceeded to slam his polished shoe directly into the Ferrari's door.
"You ignorant, reckless moron!" The boy cried, slamming his foot into the car again, "Do you even KNOW who you just crashed into? Stupid! Japanese! drivers!"
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Day 0
Jan 20, 2017 7:45:28 GMT
Post by instantsy on Jan 20, 2017 7:45:28 GMT
Shopping District
Flashy dudes in a shopping district is not an unusual sight in the town of Morioh.
I mean, did you not just see the whole food truck debacle?
But Flashy Guys with guns, that's not normal. I mean what normal person works out that much?
Sunday gazes intently at the two as they walk to the toy store.
About to write them off as a couple of men eager to beat the Christmas Shopping lines he notices... what looks like..guns? In Japan? And pistols by the looks of it.
Sunday sighs out, "Man, when was the last time I saw one of those?"
He strokes his chin and wonders if he did in fact see pistols.
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Day 0
Jan 21, 2017 3:42:56 GMT
Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jan 21, 2017 3:42:56 GMT
Shopping District
As he was about to head off to deal with his important financial business, Hall paused, as he was momentarily distracted by something.
Two men, nice suits, picking up a coupon, carrying something shiny. This could only mean one thing.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, sport?" He spun again, fingers guns aimed at Sunday. Whether Hall qualified as a flashy guy with a gun was probably up for debate.
"Those two guys look like real hungry potential customers, don't you think? We'd better make sure they make the right choice for lunch, wouldn't you say?" Spin.
The Marquis of Meats
As previously described, the Marquis is decorated as a castle dungeon, but very poorly so. The dull orange walls, the tapestries, the fake torches, and the floors looked about the same, as well as the Marquis's image stuck all over the place. The tables and chairs, however, were far more full than they'd been during the morning inspection, with a substantial line going toward the registers. The employees seem to be hard at work to complete all the orders, with the cashier formerly known as Jenny taking most of the orders. It looks about what you'd expect for the lunch rush.
Bay District
"Now arriving..." The Conductor turned to the boy, before turning to survey the area around her.
She scratched her head as she looked around, taking it all in.
"What in the seven hells is this...?" she asked quietly. Though one couldn't see her face, one could probably conclude she was at least slightly confused.
"Are you seeing this, kid?" She observed the boy's plane, soaring above the sea of fudge. She had to admit, it was a pretty awesome plane.
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Day 0
Jan 22, 2017 3:13:25 GMT
Post by gotMCRNI7 on Jan 22, 2017 3:13:25 GMT
Residential Area
Mimi waved the officer off, somewhat dismissively. "Right, right."
She seemed hyper-focused on her surroundings. The guy's sketch was in her mind; piercings, long hair...seemed like the kind of weirdo she was looking for. She wasn't exactly on the search for a pervert, but anyone that suspicious had to be of some use. She had an inexplicable hunch about it. Life was growing bizarre for her, so to fight the bizarre, she must confront the bizarre. Favors for the police and squaring down the weird happenings in this town...any of it could further her mission. She didn't have time to squander.
Mimi moved away from the others, at a brisk pace. She didn't seem to care if they followed her or not. Her mind was now laser-focused on one goal: find the pervert.
She moved down the street, looking left and right at every building surrounding her, searching for signs of him. She paid particularly close attention to the windows, as that seemed to be his M.O. She kept looking, not really paying attention to how far she was getting or if anyone was close behind her, searching for any sign of where the guy had gone...
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Day 0
Jan 22, 2017 7:46:24 GMT
Post by instantsy on Jan 22, 2017 7:46:24 GMT
Residential Area
Noticing Mimi hurry off, Nicole followed suit.
"Wait for me, Mimi!" she casually called out.
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Shopping District
"Oh sure." Sunday says waving to Hall. "Be there in a minute."
He turns to Yoshiru,
"Sorry but this rides' gotta get back on the road."
With that, he tapped his couch with his heel and it moved to follow Hall, however once he was close enough to him he turned and causally spoke;
"Oh by the by, those guys have guns."
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Day 0
Jan 29, 2017 5:20:20 GMT
Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jan 29, 2017 5:20:20 GMT
Shopping District
"...Guns, you say?" Hall spun to face Sunday and once again made a show of dramatically flourishing off his shades, only to replace them immediately afterward.
"Well, they don't call me Monty 'Always Prepared for the Situation' Hall for nothing! If they cause any trouble, I'll just give them..." Spin. "One of these!" Double finger gun.
"And if that doesn't work, I can always give them..." Two spins. "One of these!" He flexed.
"Nah, I'm just joshing you, pal! I'm sure they're just members of the local law enforcement or something like that. You know what that means, don't you?"
Another grin. "More coupons."
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Day 0
Jan 29, 2017 17:32:47 GMT
Post by instantsy on Jan 29, 2017 17:32:47 GMT
Shopping District
"Oh yeah, it could be the police," Sunday says chuckling. "I forgot they existed."
"But I guess you got a point."
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Day 0
Feb 15, 2017 20:40:19 GMT
Post by Try Biển Noodles on Feb 15, 2017 20:40:19 GMT
Residential Area
Sitting on a roof, the mysterious boy sat looking through his sketchbook. "Nope... nope... nope... Goddamn. One of these must be 'her'. Nope... nada.. nein..." In a fit of rage, the boy ripped out the papers and threw them into the wind watching them fly away. These papers soared down the street towards the group searching for him. In what might seem to be a plot contrived coincidence, the sketch the boy drew of Mimi earlier flew right into her face.
Unaware of those hunting for him, the High School Student ventured off with his telescope spying in on woman and drawing them on fresh pages in his sketchbook. Every so often, he would be spotted by one of them and an audible scream could be their house.
Bay District
The boy looks over to the Conductor who seemed to be standing in amazement. "Are you seeing this, kid?" He heard her say and assumed she was referring to his majestic RC Plane.
"Of course I see it! My amazing plane is the coolest thing ever, right!"
Shopping District
A bombacious and friendly voice can be heard echoing throughout the massive crowd.
"Hey! Ho! We got hats to go! Tall hats! Short hats! Hats to cover that unsavory bald spot on your head!"
The voice is heard from a peculiar looking, rather short man. Clocking in at 3 ft, you can certainly classify him as a dwarf. Making up for the lack of height, a solid 4 ft tall hat sits upon his head as he stands outside a little shop called "Pharrel".
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Day 0
Mar 1, 2017 2:25:06 GMT
Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Mar 1, 2017 2:25:06 GMT
Bay District
"I mean, it is still pretty neat..." The Conductor continued watching the plane for a moment before shaking herself off.
"You're seriously not seeing all this? It's practically Candy Land." She glanced around, still confused, but more in the sense of one's keys not being where they suspected rather than that of one who's witnessed the ocean turn to fudge in front of them.
She then put a hand on the Express, the same smile on its face. "Anyway, what do you think of my train?"
Once again it chuckled menacingly, and she patted it softly.
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Day 0
Mar 4, 2017 20:25:23 GMT
Post by gotMCRNI7 on Mar 4, 2017 20:25:23 GMT
Residential Area
A sheet of paper smacked Mimi in the face. Confused and annoyed, she ripped it away and grumbled to herself. "Of all the place for a sheet of paper to land, why'd it have to be...!"
What she saw on the paper was...herself.
"M-My face!"
There was a drawing of her, Mimi. She didn't know when someone could have possibly drawn this, and she didn't know why. But she knew that was definitely her. And she knew that she was NOT happy about that fact.
"...He's nearby," she said to Nicole. "That rat bastard is here somewhere." Suddenly, a scream. A woman's scream. "Ah...! That must be him! He must have been caught in the act..."
Mimi grabbed a hold of Nicole's wrist, and started to run towards the sound of one of the screams. Her previous stoicism seemed to be fading a bit...she seemed on edge, enough to actually drop her slight paranoia towards this other girl. "This is personal now! Let's get this guy!" She seemed to be forgetting the "police investigation" part...
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