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Post by Honeyman on Apr 28, 2013 13:56:59 GMT -5
Is it alright if I join a little later, like I'm the Winston of this group?
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Post by Loof on Apr 28, 2013 16:48:25 GMT -5
Eh, just imagine up a character and join, they haven't left for the mission yet.
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Post by Honeyman on Apr 28, 2013 19:22:05 GMT -5
Name: Ermanno La Franchi (commonly called Herman) Desc: Immigrated from Italy at the age of 10, he learned many skills of hunting from his grandfather, Lazarro. He is a very skilled archer. He can utilize almost every type of ranged weaponry, but is the most skilled with the crossbow. With his skilled eagle-like vision, he can pick off targets from a large distance. He wears a sleeveless jacket, with bandages wrap around both his arm, and camouflage jeans. He also wears a stone cross necklace built by Lazarro. He us bald, but he compensates for it with a large walrus mustache. He is kinda fat, but it doesn't really hinder him. Items: Crossbow + Quiver of arrows, hunting knife.
I walk out of the bathroom. "Sorry I took so long, something about that chicken I ate must have not agreed with me."
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Post by Loof on May 1, 2013 21:28:35 GMT -5
Since noone says they are leaving, or even reacts to above post, I assume you just get up and leave.
57 Paper Street is a big house in the middle of an industrial area. It looks abandoned, but you can't tell if its been that way for a long time or if something more recent caused it to aquire its squalor.
A broken mailbox greets you by the road. The paint is fading and flaking on the three story building, there doesn't seem to be a single intact window on the entire building. A dirty mat in front of the heavy door, it says 'welcome' in bold font. You don't feel very welcomed.
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 1, 2013 21:43:12 GMT -5
"Well... Time to go in..." The door opens with a creek.
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on May 1, 2013 21:57:02 GMT -5
I drag my compatriot back and point directly at the mailbox.
ALWAYS check the mailboxes.
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 1, 2013 22:04:17 GMT -5
"Then check it yourself."
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on May 1, 2013 22:06:26 GMT -5
Geoff slaps Raymond upside the head, and checks.
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 1, 2013 22:25:18 GMT -5
"What's in it?"
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on May 1, 2013 22:29:34 GMT -5
Geoff scowls for a second, wishing that he knew what this fool was saying.
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 1, 2013 22:38:04 GMT -5
"WHAT'S. IN. THE. MAIL. BOX."
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Post by Honeyman on May 1, 2013 23:31:45 GMT -5
As you two are bickering, I slowly take out a small can of sardines.
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Post by Loof on May 2, 2013 9:40:41 GMT -5
The mailbox is empty, just like the foyer of the house. There is a musty scent, all around. There are three doors, as well as a staircase leading up, but you can't see beyond it.
The furniture, the floor, the walls, everything looks, for lack of a better word, ravaged.
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on May 2, 2013 15:40:24 GMT -5
Geoff stands back, knocking the walls for any hollow spaces.
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 2, 2013 16:08:11 GMT -5
Raymond helps Geoff.
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