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I heard history's written only by winners but I gotta hand it to the guys who made it today almost sixty fucking years ago.
Thank you for canning beer. Nobody loses.
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Thank you for canning beer. Nobody loses.
[Link!]
Action!
[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]
[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]
Steve Rogers and Tony Stark would deny being the best of friends because Steve had America and Tony had his money. At the end of a hard day's work though they had to admit they were pretty good partners. They knew how to assess a target, they knew how to pool their resources, and they knew how to brawl two-on-however many the fuck they needed to. Sure sometimes it took a while to get there but the point is they always got there. Sometimes Steve wouldn't even pout if Tony took his shield. That's how good they were. After today's blow out he was letting the big blonde guy carry it on his own.
"You're real good with that," Tony said, pantomiming a launch of the red white and blue disc like it was a fucking frisbee.
"I've got to be," Steve replied with a shrug because he was fucking modest like that.
"Sure. Of course I've seen better," Tony nodded.
It didn't matter if he was bullshitting or not because Steve had an imagination and his could go beyond gods throwing war hammers and huge green motherfuckers throwing tanks. It worked like a fucking charm anyway, Steve was looking at Tony funny. He had his eyebrow cocked like a skeptic but his bright blue eyes wanted to know who it was and how can he learn to be better. Tony felt pretty damn good with himself over this, fuck all the critics who thought his public relations department needed work. Tony was brilliant with machines and people, machines just accepted it easier. Fortunately for them, Steve could hold his own against Tony and Tony wasn't thinking of putting Steve against someone who knew how to use adamantium as good as he knew how to use vibranium anyway.
"Well?" Steve asked after a moment, "are you gonna tell me?"
Tony just smirked. "I will, but you're going to have to come with me. And it's not going to be easy," he insisted.
"I think I can take it," Steve laughed until he noted the sharper look in Tony's eye, "uh...right?"
"Put your worries aside, I'll take good care of you." Tony draped his arm around Steve's shoulders even though he had to fucking reach up to do it.
"Okay, I'll learn it good too," Steve agreed with another smile.
Hook line and fucking sinker. Tony pat Steve, "it'll be great."
And they had fondue all night. All night. And in the morning too.
"You're real good with that," Tony said, pantomiming a launch of the red white and blue disc like it was a fucking frisbee.
"I've got to be," Steve replied with a shrug because he was fucking modest like that.
"Sure. Of course I've seen better," Tony nodded.
It didn't matter if he was bullshitting or not because Steve had an imagination and his could go beyond gods throwing war hammers and huge green motherfuckers throwing tanks. It worked like a fucking charm anyway, Steve was looking at Tony funny. He had his eyebrow cocked like a skeptic but his bright blue eyes wanted to know who it was and how can he learn to be better. Tony felt pretty damn good with himself over this, fuck all the critics who thought his public relations department needed work. Tony was brilliant with machines and people, machines just accepted it easier. Fortunately for them, Steve could hold his own against Tony and Tony wasn't thinking of putting Steve against someone who knew how to use adamantium as good as he knew how to use vibranium anyway.
"Well?" Steve asked after a moment, "are you gonna tell me?"
Tony just smirked. "I will, but you're going to have to come with me. And it's not going to be easy," he insisted.
"I think I can take it," Steve laughed until he noted the sharper look in Tony's eye, "uh...right?"
"Put your worries aside, I'll take good care of you." Tony draped his arm around Steve's shoulders even though he had to fucking reach up to do it.
"Okay, I'll learn it good too," Steve agreed with another smile.
Hook line and fucking sinker. Tony pat Steve, "it'll be great."
And they had fondue all night. All night. And in the morning too.
Does anyone else think there's some kinda bug going around? Somebody's gotta contain that shit.
[Private to Arthur (the point man)]
Hey. You okay?
( action )
[Private to Arthur (the point man)]
Hey. You okay?
( action )
I'm still open for work.
I have a motorbike, a set of four wheels, and I can run like hell.
I got references.
I have a motorbike, a set of four wheels, and I can run like hell.
I got references.
education level
- high school (graduated)
- university (2 years)
employment experience
- food service
- retail
- automechanic
special skills
- firearms (advanced)
- vehicle operation (advanced)
- lift 150lbs, drag 185lbs
I go by Orange and I'm looking for work. I'm interested in anything. You name it, we'll talk.
[ooc: Backdated to midday!]
- high school (graduated)
- university (2 years)
employment experience
- food service
- retail
- automechanic
special skills
- firearms (advanced)
- vehicle operation (advanced)
- lift 150lbs, drag 185lbs
I go by Orange and I'm looking for work. I'm interested in anything. You name it, we'll talk.
[ooc: Backdated to midday!]
It's real short notice, I get that, but I mean it. It was nice knowing you guys.
I'm going home.
[ooc: Backdated to early early morning. Responses come after First Contact with the Z 8)]
I'm going home.
[ooc: Backdated to early early morning. Responses come after First Contact with the Z 8)]
Let me tell you what I hate about this city.
This morning I woke up to an empty can of Folgers. I've got my hours real fixed in you know so going out to get another wasn't going to happen. I thought what the hell, I'll buy coffee and cause I'm going out of my way for it I'll even buy some fancy shit coffee. Not donut shop coffee, not gas station coffee, coffee where a kid with a student loan jammed up his ass has to measure a dozen parts while he's daydreaming what script he can shit out to make some hot co-ed drop her panties. Poor motherfucker. So I'm waiting for my cup next to these two assholes who are going on and on and on and on about 'post-modern' whatever the fuck.
"He's got his street brand made, man." "Pure authenticity, I mean somebody could've died for this shit." "What are you pinheads talking about." "Whoa, kind of rude there, man." "Sorry. What are you pinheads talking about, please."
"Hey it's cool, anything to spread the word. You ever hear of The Eye? Short for The Eye In The Sky? Well he's a fuckin' genius, spins his own tunes to his own films. He's got these cameras set up around his place to catch the city, you know all the shit people don't pay attention to when they're doin' their 9 to 5. Last week he got real fuckin' lucky, he caught Grade A shit. Some big hulk of a fuck tried to mug this chick but the chick she wasn't goin' down without a fight. Stupid right? Well the guy he gets on top of her, got all her clothes pulled up, and you know he's ready to put her in her place."
This stinking douchebag is grinning.
"When this crazy ass fuckin' hobo who knows what comes outta nowhere and shoots the fucker right in the back. One shot, just BAM. This psycho bastard gives the chick a look then books it like the cops are comin' when everybody knows they don't. Well the chick takes off cryin' her eyes out while the other guy just lays there in his own puddle. Nothing happens for five minutes until suddenly the big guy motherfuckin' gets up and walks away. He just walks away! No one saw anything, no one heard anything, no one reported anything, and no headline news." "Bullshit." "It's not bullshit, that's the beauty of it. Shit like this always happens but it's once in a goddamn blue moon you get it on tape. It's got no sound but that's where The Eye comes in. He mixed a fuckin' masterpiece for it. You gotta see it man, puts it on all four walls with a projector. I have his gallery address right here--"
I punched that weasel fucker right in the face. His buddy pussied the fuck out.
"Holy shit! Holy shit you're bleeding! Holy shit don't hurt me!"
Pussy.
I left the place without my fucking drink, getting kicked out kind of strips you of your customer rights that way. But that's what I hate about this city, fucking pimps everywhere and people who suck their dicks like they're getting a handshake from the Pope. It's an epidemic of no fucking decency. Some kind of sick twisted armchair tourism where sons of bitches sit back and relax watching the gutter so they can say yeah I've seen the real world, that's what it looks like down there. Well the trash isn't all in the gutter, you pieces of shit.
Maybe I'm mad cause I feel useless or maybe I'm angry cause I need to get laid. Who fucking knows, hell even I don't know where I was really going with this so I'm going to quit while I'm ahead. But the fuckhead calling himself The Eye? Watch your fucking back.
[ooc: Neo-noir romances can exist right?? Femme fatales and girls next door alike please apply.]
This morning I woke up to an empty can of Folgers. I've got my hours real fixed in you know so going out to get another wasn't going to happen. I thought what the hell, I'll buy coffee and cause I'm going out of my way for it I'll even buy some fancy shit coffee. Not donut shop coffee, not gas station coffee, coffee where a kid with a student loan jammed up his ass has to measure a dozen parts while he's daydreaming what script he can shit out to make some hot co-ed drop her panties. Poor motherfucker. So I'm waiting for my cup next to these two assholes who are going on and on and on and on about 'post-modern' whatever the fuck.
"He's got his street brand made, man." "Pure authenticity, I mean somebody could've died for this shit." "What are you pinheads talking about." "Whoa, kind of rude there, man." "Sorry. What are you pinheads talking about, please."
"Hey it's cool, anything to spread the word. You ever hear of The Eye? Short for The Eye In The Sky? Well he's a fuckin' genius, spins his own tunes to his own films. He's got these cameras set up around his place to catch the city, you know all the shit people don't pay attention to when they're doin' their 9 to 5. Last week he got real fuckin' lucky, he caught Grade A shit. Some big hulk of a fuck tried to mug this chick but the chick she wasn't goin' down without a fight. Stupid right? Well the guy he gets on top of her, got all her clothes pulled up, and you know he's ready to put her in her place."
This stinking douchebag is grinning.
"When this crazy ass fuckin' hobo who knows what comes outta nowhere and shoots the fucker right in the back. One shot, just BAM. This psycho bastard gives the chick a look then books it like the cops are comin' when everybody knows they don't. Well the chick takes off cryin' her eyes out while the other guy just lays there in his own puddle. Nothing happens for five minutes until suddenly the big guy motherfuckin' gets up and walks away. He just walks away! No one saw anything, no one heard anything, no one reported anything, and no headline news." "Bullshit." "It's not bullshit, that's the beauty of it. Shit like this always happens but it's once in a goddamn blue moon you get it on tape. It's got no sound but that's where The Eye comes in. He mixed a fuckin' masterpiece for it. You gotta see it man, puts it on all four walls with a projector. I have his gallery address right here--"
I punched that weasel fucker right in the face. His buddy pussied the fuck out.
"Holy shit! Holy shit you're bleeding! Holy shit don't hurt me!"
Pussy.
I left the place without my fucking drink, getting kicked out kind of strips you of your customer rights that way. But that's what I hate about this city, fucking pimps everywhere and people who suck their dicks like they're getting a handshake from the Pope. It's an epidemic of no fucking decency. Some kind of sick twisted armchair tourism where sons of bitches sit back and relax watching the gutter so they can say yeah I've seen the real world, that's what it looks like down there. Well the trash isn't all in the gutter, you pieces of shit.
Maybe I'm mad cause I feel useless or maybe I'm angry cause I need to get laid. Who fucking knows, hell even I don't know where I was really going with this so I'm going to quit while I'm ahead. But the fuckhead calling himself The Eye? Watch your fucking back.
[ooc: Neo-noir romances can exist right?? Femme fatales and girls next door alike please apply.]
I'm not gonna say shit about taste around here...just ask yourself...
What hath God Roth?
What hath God Roth?
[Shifty sneaky surveillance video is on, showing a seemingly complacent monkey toy creature beast thing sitting on top of a tool box. Your narrator whispers.]
It's still watching me. [The camera pans around...around...and the monkey's head follows.] This shit is so fucked up, I mean really fucked up, an experiment in Romero fuckin' fear fucked up.
[...Arrrrooouuund...a full 180 degrees. THE SCREECHING AND ATTACKING BEGINS. Said narrator shouts "SHIT!" as the camera attempts a hasty retreat. The video feed ends on a tight close up of enraged bulging monkey eyes.]
It's still watching me. [The camera pans around...around...and the monkey's head follows.] This shit is so fucked up, I mean really fucked up, an experiment in Romero fuckin' fear fucked up.
[...Arrrrooouuund...a full 180 degrees. THE SCREECHING AND ATTACKING BEGINS. Said narrator shouts "SHIT!" as the camera attempts a hasty retreat. The video feed ends on a tight close up of enraged bulging monkey eyes.]
...Gimme ten minutes for seconds.
[This is an audio click--SMACK!!] What the fuck was that for-- [SMACK!!]
Take it like a man.
[Some rustling noises.]
Motherfucker I'm trying to...shit it's on.
[Actually spoken into the device.] Everything's cool. Pink's a son of a bitch.
[Then a click off.]
Take it like a man.
[Some rustling noises.]
Motherfucker I'm trying to...shit it's on.
[Actually spoken into the device.] Everything's cool. Pink's a son of a bitch.
[Then a click off.]
[The audio begins right in the middle of some kind of dialogue?]
--just picked up the lantern. I'm putting it together...
[Some creaking creepy ambient sounds.] Okay I left the room.
I'm walkin'...
I'm walkin'...
I'm walkin'...
I'm--[The sound of some awful groaning.]--AHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD. [Groooooaaan.] AHHHHHHHHHHH. [Grooooaaaan.] AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
[Some asshole laughs.] You dumb fuck you're gonna die.
OH MY FUCKING GOD. WHERE DO I GO. WHAT DO I DO.
I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA--[If "fklsajdlakscadfak" could be a sound.]
[ooc: Inspired by this, supported by this.]
--just picked up the lantern. I'm putting it together...
[Some creaking creepy ambient sounds.] Okay I left the room.
I'm walkin'...
I'm walkin'...
I'm walkin'...
I'm--[The sound of some awful groaning.]--AHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD. [Groooooaaan.] AHHHHHHHHHHH. [Grooooaaaan.] AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
[Some asshole laughs.] You dumb fuck you're gonna die.
OH MY FUCKING GOD. WHERE DO I GO. WHAT DO I DO.
I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA--[If "fklsajdlakscadfak" could be a sound.]
[ooc: Inspired by this, supported by this.]
crazy things to do with super glue
- paste hand to face
- paste hand to beer can (or other beverage of choice)
- paste hat to head
- paste shoes to floor
- paste inappropriate reading material to ceiling
- paste hand to face
- paste hand to beer can (or other beverage of choice)
- paste hat to head
- paste shoes to floor
- paste inappropriate reading material to ceiling
Waking up on the stairs not remembering if you were coming home or going out: Signs of a good night or bad night?
I swear to God I talked to a bear.
I swear to God I talked to a bear.
accidental audio | open to action at the hospital
[Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
This is a patient trying to get a nurse. He mutters.]
What the hell does it take...
[Said patient is now turning the device around and around in his hands. Funny looking phone, this.]
[Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
This is a patient trying to get a nurse. He mutters.]
What the hell does it take...
[Said patient is now turning the device around and around in his hands. Funny looking phone, this.]