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| Lothmar | Dec 11 2016, 05:22 PM Post #1 |
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I think about all the ways i've screwed up as I make my walk of shame back home. Hair no longer proper as it should be. Slight drops of blood soaking into my shirt from the finger nail scratches on my back, thankfully covered by both my leather jacket and the overcoat I was still adjusting hastily as I popped the collar up. But the real issue was the shame he felt, he tried to be good, he really tried. Never lose control, not even for a second... Never let the monster out. The thought flashed in his mind as he found himself leaning into the top of the basement stairwell. The him he ran from had slipped out again, the man who lost him more then four potential homes. This man was much more callous then himself. Abraham would have probably stayed to cuddle, would have craddled that poor girl and stroked her back as she vomited into that spittoon. Maybe even radiod for Isaac to bring him the wash basin and some water so he could get her cleaned up and presentable. But not this man. Abraham found himself pausing at the bottom of the stairwell now, bringing his fingers to his lips and flinching slightly as he noticed a bit of red. Scratch was a savage lover and his bottom lip still had slight teeth marks. 'I think about all the ways i've screwed up. And what i'd give for one more chance to wipe the slate clean. But the only way I know how, would break poor Isaacs heart... And yet I know that man would give anything just to cut loose, just to feel the fire, one more time. Because every time it happens, it gets a little bit easier for it to happen again and again. Never lose control, not for a second... NEver let the monster out.' 'Remember when you did. Remember what you did. Not just this time but every other time.' As I open the door to the shop and close it behind me Isaac approaches the window. "Welcome to~ good heavens! Is that you sir? What happend?" Isaac added shifting over to undo the latch in the wall and let Abraham inside. After closing the door behind him Abraham stumbles into the back his legs still sore from what Scratch had wanted him to do, and what he had wanted to do to her as well. Slamming shut the bar on the security wall he added "Draw the curtain and then get me some water for a bath..." Abraham added staggering into his personal area of the shop as he began to push open his jacket in a rush. The jacket sleeve got caught on his hand and he flicked the thing a few times until if finally came off and Isaac drew the curtain for privacy. "Sir, my olfactory sensors are picking up some unusual readings. Its something akin to Sweat and anger and shame~ . . ." Isaac added pausing as an 80% match of probability came up from previous records as the robot threw open the curtain and came inside with him. "Please tell me you didn't fall off the wagon again sir..." Isaac added in a pleading tone. Abraham couldn't look him in the eye~eyes~many eyes... "Help me." Abraham added taking off his manager tag and handing the token bauble that represented a symbol of trust and control between the two. Now, Isaac could start to help him. |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Lothmar | Dec 11 2016, 06:10 PM Post #2 |
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Abraham sat naked in the wash tub as Isaac poured warm water over him. He looked up and let it run over his face and down his hair and even let some get in his mouth as he gargled with it and spat it into the tub. "Honestly." Isaac added as he set down a jug of room temperature water for Abe to use as he went to heat some more water. Abraham wet his fingers and then rubbed it against the animal fat soap before putting it in his mouth to scrub his teeth and mouth out. Every so often he prodded his bottom lip and tried to hold back a slight tear. 'Just like an onion, she'll make you cry while or after peeling her if you dont do it right.' he thought to himself taking a sip from the jug and sloshing the liquid around before spitting it out. He moved on to his hair next scrubbing it out. She had pulled at it, but thankfully it had been too slick for her to pull out but the dirt and filth from her hands had gotten stuck in there so he need to wash it out properly. Thank god he didn't have it fit into a pony tail when things got weird. He committed each cut and bruise to memory as he cleaned them off, as he knew denying or ignoring the problem would cause the other to grow unwatched. Isaac returned to help Abraham wash his back and tend to the nail lines. "So, who'd you fall off the wagon into this time?" Isaac added casually while making circular motions with a rag against Abe's back. "Do I need to guess?" Isaac added impatiently. "Well~" Abraham added pulling up his knees slightly and leaning forward to present his back better. "I hope you didn't break your promise to me and go to La ranchero, or dare I say that Bar." Isaac added pondering possibilities. "No, it wasn't one of those two.." Abraham added turning his face down into his knees. Isaacs eyes caught glimpse of something Abraham had carried in with him that was barely covered by his coat and jacket. However enough of the jacked slipped revealing 'Al' which was enough for the robot to make a guess. "Oh sir dont tell me, was it that girl from Ali's place!?" And as Abrahams face changed hue from embarassment he knew he was correct. "Oh Abraham, I thought you had standards~ I mean god you two aren't even properly dating yet and you pull this? I mean I figured you would probably fail to make it to marriage but, Scratch was it?" Isaac added watching Abrahams head shift slightly in agreement. With a sound like a sigh Isaac scrubbed twice as hard now. "You've really lost it. You're throwing away your business. HEll you're committing social suicide! You gotta ditch that dame." Isaac added as he stopped to wring out the rag. "I~ cant... I owe it to both of us to at least try and make this work or~" With a clonk to the back of the head that caused abraham to wince and turn around to face his robot. "You're infatuated, with her? That junkie!?" Isaac added waving a pair of tendrils angrily. "Dont you think I know that!?" Abraham added standing up as water dripped from his person. "I just~ shouldn't I at least try and save her?" He added standing still, the tear drops blending into the sound of the water that was falling off of him. "You stupid Schmuck. It's one one thing to poke a babe on the side but your not even trying to think straight. Now cover yourself, for heavens sake." Isaac added hovering away in a huff. "Just, tell me if you still feel this way after a couple of days and we'll talk about it. In the meantime, i'll go and check on her. Get out of that wash basin." The robot added shoeing him elsewhere in the shop as it picked up the wash basin and commenced to slowly tip it into the basement drain that still thankfully worked. "Dont forget, stay in the shop." Isaac added squinting at him for a moment. "If that's the case, at least take some~" Abraham added reaching onto the shelf to grab a can and then over to the kitchen to grab a pot as he placed them in and then doubled back for another pair of gallon water jugs into the wash basin. He followed this up with the empties as well so that Isaac could get refills processing from the well. "Am I forgetting the kitchen sink?" Isaac added in a curt tone. "Oh right~ Abraham added grabbing the sign as he hung it off of Isaac. A promise was a promise. Even if the terms were sketchy at best. Abraham closed the doors and secured the wall as Isaac left. He sat with his back to the counter and eyed his products for a minute after toweling off. His hair was now dried out because the grease and oils had been stripped by the simple soap. He combed it slightly but then tossed his hair left and right to let it go loose and lie as he checked out his toiletries. "Figures, out." He grumbled opening the lid on where he kept a simple hair gel he made. He hadn't been out in the desert to gather up certain plants for it in some time and had gone through his supply. 'I could slick my hair back with water but who am I trying to impress while confined to this place?' He thought throwing the comb down into the box and watched it bounce back out. He had to do something... |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Lothmar | Dec 11 2016, 07:02 PM Post #3 |
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Abraham eyed the piece of rope now behind the bar. He gave it a tug and watched as it ran up to the cieling behind the security wall and then ran across the cealing to his personal uncapped water bottle that tipped over and began to splash onto the floor. He gauged the splash zone after walking through the security door and locked the door to outside having shifted the sign to 'closed'. He put his shoes into the puddle and splattering area and looked across. Yes this was the perfect position to catch someone who had come through the doorway if they were trying to hold him up from the security fences window area. He took out one of the rags from the back room and began to wipe down the floor now, deciding not to let the water go to waste and also not to make it so obvious that something was going to drop there. After that he took one of the sitting benches and stood on it to take down his canteen bottle before heading into the back. Once in the back he checked his stock and found the container he kept the corn oil he had extracted. He pondered whether it was wise to waste the product on a trap or not but his mind kept coming back to whether the situation was extreme enough. Combine that with if he should then try to ignite the subject doused in oil or not, assuming they didn't slip. Abraham soon noticed that he was letting his panic get the better of him and considering a course of action that could easily cause harm to the others that shared the building with him. 'Never lose control. Not for a second... Never let the monster out.' He thought to himself as he pushed back the oil onto the shelf with a sigh. Instead he went over to the recyclables box he had for damaged bottles and cans that he couldn't clean etc. He took a few of the bottles with him and returned to the waiting room area. Stepping on to the bench he redid the rope portion at this end and tied the bottle up so they would drop down hopefully onto the robber and if not spread glass around the floor hopefully inhibiting mobility unless they had sturdy soles. "Acceptable." He thought to himself eyeing his work as he flipped the sign back to open and unlocked the door to the stairwell before returning inside. After securing the gate bar once again he walked over to his stool with a sigh. After a couple of minutes he got off the stool and crouched under the counter to make sure his junk flinger was on the lower mount and lined up properly. To do this he tugged on a little sliding rectangle as a space opened in the fence under the window area. The bolt had a very limited field of effect, which meant he'd likely hit someone with this hidden piece between the stomach and the knees. He pushed the piece of wood with its string back up but pushed it barely enough that it stayed in so that if he tugged it, the sound would not be as noticeable as a fully secured pull. Afterall, since Trapper had recently restocked his ammunition with some glass bolts that were more effective against soft targets, he couldn't risk firing the bolt through the paneling less it shatter. At night he'd probably start to add the scrap box of cans to the fray as a noisemaker trap by putting it against the door after closing so if someone broke in and opened the door, the bin would get pushed over and the cans would come clanking out. But that was for later. Abraham returned to his seat and considered other improvements he could do around the shop. |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Lothmar | Dec 11 2016, 07:16 PM Post #4 |
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'Night turns to day and then its night again, and there's nowhere to hide. She isn't worth a moments thought but I cant get her out of my head.' Abraham thought to himself leaning into a burners pilot light as he took a drag on a cigarette. He was losing track of time, barely an hour or so had actually passed. Or perhaps he was having flash backs of memories that made it feel that long. After a single exhale he came to a sudden thought. 'Where did I get these cigarettes?' He hadn't smoked for years, not since... 'Scratch is making you crazy, all over again. Never let the monster out, shake her off...' Abraham thought throwing the remnants of the cigarette pack away and putting out the one in his hand. Spying a half empty bottle of Alchohol he did not remember either he rushed it over to the drain and emptied it into the floor before rinsing out the bottle and placing it back in the reusable tray. 'Gotta stay sober... Gotta stay vigilant. You'd think this would get easier after letting the evil out.' But no, that was simply latent pent up and possibly dead evil. Releasing it simply meant the mind and the body were now at work producing fresh evil to mess with his thoughts and emotions.' Abraham needed something to calm him down, something that he could get absorbed in but what... And suddenly his eyes came to rest on a stack of newspapers he had forgotten about. He had brought them home once intending to use them for wrapping or something but right now, something to read sounded like a great idea. "The Inferno..." Abraham added muttering to himself as he read the banner. As a local paper he checked through it for adds for local businesses and things and began to circle things of interest. "Hmm, so there was a Home and garden store there at one time... Hmm they were having a sale on wood huh?" He added thinking that it was probably one of the few stores still open as many were closing up shop and securing dwellings and businesses near the end. They were probably raking it in. "Well I'll definitely visit that." Eventually he found himself actually reading the article and what not and getting sucked into the world of agenda based news. The think was practically oily with anti communist rhetoric and it was fantastic! Once Isaac got back he had quite a few salvage locations to investigate. The perfect thing to take his mind off of things~ unless of course scratch wanted to see him. 'I wonder where we'd go on a date? Maybe I can surprise her with a catered dinner.' |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Lothmar | Dec 12 2016, 09:12 PM Post #5 |
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"Abraham *chk* this is Isaac come in *chkk*." A muffled sound from across the room could be heard. "Isaac?" Abraham added wondering why he would be contacting him on the radio. "This is Abraham over." He added finding the piece on his shelf as he picked it up and used it. "I need you to listen carefully to what I have to say~" The robot added and the two had a short but private discussion. "I see... Allright I'll wait for your signal then. OVer." he added with a stern but serious look on his face. So his fear wasn't entirely ill founded, his instincts had been warning him of something but he had just assumed it was the logical thing. Picking up a couple of bottles from storage he filled them with corn oil in preparation before dipping a couple of rags into the top and watching them soak up some of it before capping them so they would serve as impromptu molitovs. He then brought his Junk flinger over to his work space and began to give it a tune up. If he had to use it, he would make sure it was in peak condition for use. He inspected his ammunition and made sure it was sharp and loaded a bolt in advance to be sure he was ready. He then proceeded to take out his straight razor. He only used the thing for shaving but, in case things got particularly messy it was always good to have a trusty blade at the ready. After giving it a sharpen on the whet stone he closed it again and tucked it into the wrist of his jacket so he could hopefully palm it and draw it in a surprise if needed. 'Still no signal.' Abraham thought nervously... He moved to the scrap pile and began taking out cans. He smashed them flat with a hammer on his work bench. One after another. He then wove the flatened disks together like scales to partially over lap inside the coat of his desert outfit. His leather jacket was good, but maybe an exterior layer of metal would help keep him alive if things got really bad. 'God I hope things don't get bad...' He thought to himself wiping a single tear from his cheek. "I, just want to fix this..." He said as he slumped over the bench and cried for the next few minutes. And then the signal came as the walkey cracked to life in front of him. "Now Abraham." Isaacs voice added as Abraham put on his over coat and gave his cheeks a brush with his sleeve that didn't quite clear away the tears from under his eyes but certainly helped him look less like a bitch. Though who was he fooling, he was a bitch. After rushing out the door he ran upstairs and grabbed the wash basin before bringing it back down. This gave Abraham time, time he needed if he was to make it seem as if he had been following Isaac. He shut the security gate but could not bar it from the outside. He then closed the shop up, set the sign to closed and locked the door to the basement as he made his way up the stairs and around the church to Maria's office. |
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Reputation +150 Reputation with Bossman Briar's Farm! +00*? (Depends on outcome of drama) Bucket town Rep Lvl2 I.S.4.C. - The handy dandy food o matic! S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; Level 1 6, 8+1, 6, 4, 6, 6, 5 Tool Appendages (weapons) - Kitchen Knife, Spatula, Microwave/oven safe tray. Armor: Upgraded Scrap shell (Tin Can breastplate - Poor Quality Tier 2) ========= Lvl3Abraham - New merchant and IS4C's manager. S. p. e. c. i. a. l ; level 1 4, 6, 4, 8, 6, 6, 6 (Local celebrity +2 BT charisma = 10) Weapon: Junk flinger T1 (GC), Fold-able Straight razor (switch blade - T1), Armor: Packrats clothing (T1) + traveling coat (Tier One (GC) Desert Clothing) ===== Moleman and Chompy (coming soon) | |
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| Cewebwalz | Dec 13 2016, 11:10 AM Post #6 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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I'm a little disgusted by the overall content at work here, but for my own personal sake I'm going to just elaborate on the fact that this moreso reflects the reality that Abraham has convinced himself is genuine, rather than site canon itself. Actual critique is more grounded in the writing on display, the very first paragraph is from the first person perspective, and the followups very from third person to very briefly back to first. I'm not sure if this makes for smooth reading and is generally considered a no-no in creative fiction, but I can't imagine that some writer somewhere hasn't pulled it off at one point in time or another. So I would just really delve into what you think is good and bad about the exchange, and come to a conclusion on whether or not this style works for you. Like the relationship between Abraham and IS4C is really nuanced and developed over the years. The desperation enveloping the two is something I liked a lot, but the overall roleplay can just be improved by more proofreading for sure. Simple errors and difficult to understand sentences took me out of the enjoyment, you're really not too far off from being something quite special as a writer Lothmar!
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