Spark
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Nothings alright until I say so.....*Breakaway*
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Post by Spark on Feb 5, 2004 22:54:41 GMT
PTS:Can be magic or not, doesn't matter. Anyone can join.
*Mera sat there against a red ruin and sighed. Life itself has been unkind to her. Perents dead, not knowing what this feeling is inside her, its not feelings she figured that out already. Not even knowing where to go. Shefelt really lonely. Her ears twitched when a sound of a tumbling pebble sounded behind some ruins in front of her. She broke out of her worrisome state and stood up.*Who's there?! *She called out carefully.*
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Post by Rimmer on Feb 7, 2004 1:16:53 GMT
The Berserk Hobo stared out into the blazing sunlight, searching vainly for whoever got scared simply because rocks moved as he limped. He could've been the wind for all she knew.
It was hot. Hot enough to swathe your head in an old pair jeans just for the sake of keeping your sweat. He picked at a three day old beard. "I'm ...a desert bandit!" he stupidly joked, striking a mocking pose for pride and glistening godly sweat in the desert sun.
While the average person would not find this funny in the slightest he just found it a complete riot. Plus he's been left alone with his mind for about a week or two without any food and barely much water left. Can't be good--yeah, he needed to have some fun.
He made almost a playful lunge toward her. "And I bet you've got some shinies!"
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rainlightlyn
Grand High Paladin
There is no one true way, but hundreds of different ways.
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Post by rainlightlyn on Feb 7, 2004 1:40:36 GMT
Eques cursed to himself as he fought his way past yet another tangle of vines. Of all the places he chose to explore, why by the gods did he chose a jungle?!
He finally came upon a clearing and paused to take a sip from his waterskin.
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Post by Rimmer on Feb 7, 2004 1:52:00 GMT
The berserk hobo chased Mera into the clearing.
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Spark
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Nothings alright until I say so.....*Breakaway*
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Post by Spark on Feb 11, 2004 22:47:00 GMT
*Mera screached at the unexpected sudden chase from the beserk hobo. She turned and ran in the oppoioste dirrection. Finally running into a clearing, not looking where she was going, Mera smashed into someone else and fell back onto her but.*Eeeeee!
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Feb 11, 2004 23:54:41 GMT
Eques looked down in surprise as a young girl ran right into him. He looked up intime to see a rather grubby looking man running after her.
Carefully he sidestepped the girl and imposed himself between her and the man.
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Spark
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Nothings alright until I say so.....*Breakaway*
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Post by Spark on Feb 12, 2004 22:40:15 GMT
*Mera shook her head to clear the light that sawm within. Then looked up to see who she had bumped into, she saw a guy standing, facing the grubby looking guy. She peared around him at the guy before standing up. She composed herself. 'That wasn't like me.' Mera thought confused.*
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Feb 12, 2004 23:28:18 GMT
OOC: Would she freak out when she realises that the guy she's hiding behind is a centuar? ;D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Spark
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Nothings alright until I say so.....*Breakaway*
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Post by Spark on Feb 13, 2004 22:47:55 GMT
OOC:LoL, no she wouldn't. I'd say that she had seen many strange things on her journey's.
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Post by Rimmer on Feb 14, 2004 0:47:56 GMT
The berserk hobo was fascinated. He had never seen such a creature like this before. A human torso on the hind of a horse... .it was quite the sight.
But he wasn't that interested. "Let'er go! I was only havin' sum fun. This place is pretty dry yet... but there's beer sumwhere."
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Feb 14, 2004 1:13:26 GMT
Eques raised his eyebrows. "Indeed."
He looked down at the girl and shrugged. "There is a spring some ways back that way." he motioned towards the jungle. "I don't know about beer. This doesn't seem the place that would have it."
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Post by Rimmer on Feb 14, 2004 18:42:31 GMT
Sue had some twisted story about an old man who had ankle-biting dogs, who was also apparently a very terrific liar. They met while the old man was chasing his wife... all the way to a pickle cellar, apparently his also.
The old man decided to recruit the hobos help. He would have no part of that, but he would wing it while stuffing jars of pickles into his trench coat. The pickles were depressed since this wasn't exactly the cleanest place to be.
But you don't collect thirty jars of pickles and not expect the occasional clang, clink, or other jostled, muffled sound in between steps.
Eventually the hearing aid was both in range and had enough battery life to advertise Sue's klepto habits. And as he turned to give the bum a dispicable look, it happened to be that he'd recognise the empty rows where the veggies were supposed to be. But they weren't there anymore. And the old man might've been a mathematician to connect the dots so fast.
He was chased then not too longafter by police, Rimmer, and by half the old man's ankle biting dogs. Arf arf!!! He loses more pant legs that way. ... But the other ankle biting dogs were last seen chasing a frumpy old lady down to a bingo station and never seen again.
Things happen. After four rounds of Texas Hold 'em and penniless, the old man agrees to let the hobo keep the money and the pickles, as long as they don't meet again. in fact, he told the hobo about a fantastic legendary oasis where rivers flowed freely with wine and booze, land was fertile and grew arbitrarily with food... and there were animals! Yes, animals of every shape and size...
Pickles happen to be very salty. And the berserk hobo forgot that the old man is a terrific liar--maybe you did too--but Sue was still thirsty.
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Spark
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Nothings alright until I say so.....*Breakaway*
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Post by Spark on Feb 16, 2004 20:06:35 GMT
OOC: OKkkkkk Rimmer that was confusing. PLease, do explain to me.
BIC: *Mera looked at the centuar at noded.*Thanks i think i need a drink of water after that run. *Mera smiled and started to skip in the direction of which he indicated. But she stopped short a few steps later.*Ummm...... he he i don't know exactly where it is*She said rubbing her head.*
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Post by Rimmer on Feb 25, 2004 0:58:59 GMT
OOC: I tend to have a very weird style about myself. I think it's funny... that probably isn't the case though. Just read that again, and it might make sense. My style is a thing you get used to or you don't.
The reason Sue needs beer is because he ate several jars of pickles that he stole from the old man while they were trying to chase his wife. Sue got to keep the jars of pickles only because he happens to be a good poker player and the old man lost all his money. Now the old man is exacting his revenge. Sue was told that there was a sort of beer oasis in the desert.
IC: Sue, the berserk hobo, simply turned to the centaur at Mera's comment, and asked for directions with a dour look. The hopeless glimmer in his eyes was a very popular motivator at his expense--mastered through fruitful games of cards and the time spent being poor.
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Feb 25, 2004 1:39:04 GMT
"It might be easier if I showed you." Eques said.
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