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 Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 9:35 am
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Well hello there everyone! I'm going to introduce a situation, and write a paragraph or two. Your assignment is to continue the story with another two paragraphs (or more, if the Spirit moves you). This will go on for a long time, or until I decide to end the story.
I shall begin, and keep in mind that there are only a few guidelines:
The story will be in third person
The story will be about a man named Robert Black.
Use your imagination, and write at least one or two full paragraphs
No god-modding (don't kill him off, that'll be my job when I see fit to)
It must be Resident Evil Oriented.
--Please put your story between asterisks, and put any comments in OOC Bubbles. I.E. = (( Blah blah here... fun times... i liked how you made it so gory... blahblah)).--
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Robert J. Black looked up from his computer screen. He thought he heard something outside. Blinking, he slowly got up from his chair and walked over to the window, sticking his head outside to scan the backyard.... Nothing out of the ordinary... he thought to himself. He took a moment to smell the early summer air. Someone had a fire going nearby in one of the backyards of the country houses that shared his street.
Going back into his study, he shut the window and went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. On the way, he noticed his reflection in a hallway mirror. He was a sorry sight at six feet, with dark hair all shabby... he hadn't shaved in about a week, the stubble more than apparent on his normally smooth olive-toned face.
Raccoon City was a good forty minute drive from his country paradise. He used to work there, until he discovered a job that allowed him to work at home. He was able to play the stock market to make the meat of his money, which let him live in great comfort. He was in his mid-thirties, unmarried, no girlfriend.... His mother was rolling in her grave at the sight of her son.
Robert sat back down at his IBM computer. He sighed and opened his planner to see what would be in store for him the next day. He read the date: May 28, 1998. That would mark one year since he moved out to the country, close to the Raccoon Forest National Park. He yearned for peace, quiet, and a little isolation.
Again, something moved outside... something big...
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((Well, there you have it. The next person feel free to continue!))
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 6:30 pm
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Canas Renvall Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 8:16 pm
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((Canas, bless your heart. You're the first to get meatballs for being the first replyer to my thread biggrin ))
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When he decided to stay on the local news channel, he wasn't surprised to feel himself smirking when he saw the lovely News anchor delivering the news with a fake smile like she cared about what really went on in the inner city. He yawned and stretched out on his couch, suddenly feeling thankful that he splurged and got the overstuffed version of the faux-suede couch.
His eyes fluttered shut.... His dreams filled with gang shootings, murders... Until he woke up to a rather loud commercial...
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"What the hell?!" Angrily, he got up and shut the TV off manually, cursing as he stumbled up to his bed, on the second floor of his house. The sheets were soft, but he didn't even care to climb under the blankets. It was warm enough out to sleep on top of the comforter. He slumped, face-down onto his bed, and checked the clock with one lazy hazel eye open. 2:07AM it read....
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 5:15 am
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The bright red 2:07 faded into the darkness as the powerful force of slumber, in conjunction with that incredibly comfortable bed, have slipped Robert into deep sleep.
His eyes opened widely as he was woken up by a crashing sound through his window. He immediately sat up, startled by the commotion.
The clock displayed 4:37.
He immediately got up and stood still for a moment, while he regained his composure, from his after-sleep daze. But before running down the stairs to see what broke his window, Robert reached into the storage closet, which was located in the hallway outside of his bedroom. Pulling out a Driver golf club. He couldn't rule out the idea that whoever broke that window was a burglar. Robert raised his club high and slowly headed down the stairs, turning on the lights sequentially as he descended. Walking through his living room, Robert saw the broken window. If someone were to efficiently break into a house, they would break the glass just enough to reach the lock. But this was different. The hole in the window was large enough for someone to climb through.
There was something else. The smell. It smelled like rotten meat. Very possible that whoever broke in was a crazy hobo, and very likely a hungry one. If such a person was in the house, they would most likely head into the kitchen. Robert took a deep breath of disgusting air, and braced himself as he headed toward the kitchen.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 8:07 am
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His kitchen was like any bachelor pad... Quaintly decorated, somewhat clean... until he smelled what all the fuss was about.
It was dark, he couldn't see anything except the light over the oven.... No, that wasn't true. He could see the shape of a human in the darkness. He thought it looked like it was a male, but he wasn't sure. Taking a slow breath, and trying not to cough, he reached over and flipped the light switch, and nearly retched at the sight.
It was male... from the back anyway. Whatever was wrong with the guy, he hadn't showered in a year... His clothing was all torn up, and he was barefoot... covered in dirt and mud.... He was swaying on his feet... the guy must have been totally drunk. But what... was he wearing a lab coat?
Robert was frozen to his spot... and his heart lept into his throat as the man turned around, and only fifteen feet of white tile floor stood between him, and this... smelly intruder. He stared into empty, blank eyes as the drunkard lurched at him.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 10:07 am
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Canas Renvall Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 2:30 pm
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Maybe I can just give him some food and he'll go away... The thought hit him and he grasped the handle of the door. Before he turned it, however, another thought popped into his head. But he was in the kitchen. He should know food is there, unless he's really that nuts. Robert didn't know whether or not he should go downstairs again. His decision was interrupted by another moan from in the kitchen, like the man he'd just ran from was in need of food. This made up his mind.
Opening the door and gripping his golf club tightly in his hand, he peeked downstairs first before quietly stepping down them. Walking slowly into the kitchen, the man was once more just standing there before emitting another guttural moan. His eyes watered from the intense odor, but he managed. "Sir? Can I.. can I get you some food?" The man lethargically bobbed his head in Robert's direction, his body following suit as he shuffled towards Robert like before.
Instinctively, Robert took a step back. "The pantry's right there, let me help..." Darting over to the pantry, he opened it and grabbed a loaf of bread. Setting it on the table, he looked at the man. "Take it." He's following me around, ignoring the bread. What the hell is wrong with this guy? With another loud moan, the man suddenly lurched out and into his arms hungrily. Robert yelped and hopped back, letting the man hit the floor as he checked for any scratches or such. Luckily he had none; this guy probably had some disease he really didn't need or want.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 4:00 pm
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This guy IS crazy. Robert didn't wait he decided to head for his car would be best because he certainly wasn't going to stay in his house right now. They'd leave right? When they'd got what they wanted they'd leave and he would be fine. Besides that stupid man had tried to attack him. He'd just got over a small cold, nothing drastic but by the look of the man now on the floor catching that was something he didn't want.
Slowly he started to back up, eyes widening when he saw the man on the floor start to crawl towards him as if in a trance. This was crazy. What had he been transported to some twisted kind of reality show. Maybe one of the guys he knew had signed him up on one of those prank shows? Yeah that had to be it. Still he didn't want to take any chances. Turning on his heels, the man still crawling for him he headed back for the kitchen. It was the cloest door to the outside and closer to his car. He'd be safer outside than in or so he thought.
Upon entering the kitchen, golf club in hand, he froze, another man looking almost like the one he's just encountered. Some things were different the hair for one, or lack of it, but those glazed eyes and stink was the same. Something was seriously screwed up here although it seemed to make more sense if indeed this was a prank.
Tightening his hold on the golf club he quickly used the table as a block, heading for the back door and turning the handle, pulling it inward and taking in a deep breath of the sweet early morning air compared to the stink now in his house. At least he'd be away from those men now...
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 1:03 am
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Taking a few steps outside, Robert stopped. The stench and absurdity of the situation prevented him from thinking straight. He couldn't just leave the house. He lived in the middle of nowhere. If he was going to take a drive somewhere...
He turned back and headed inside, armed with the golf club. These men were breaking and entering, and the hearty smack across the first man's head would be considered self defense. Robert made sure to hit hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to kill. He wasn't a murderer. The man, however, only barely swayed. These guys were probably drugged off their mind. That would explain the strange behavior, as well as the fact that he didn't seem to feel pain.
Robert only needed two things. Running up to the end table near his front door, he grabbed his car key and his cell phone. At least he had the advantage of speed on these guys. While there, he threw on his shoes and ran out to the driveway, already dialing 9-1-1.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 7:06 am
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He never got a chance to hit "send" on his phone. He slipped on something in the driveway and fell, hitting his head on the pavement.
He startled awake. He was on his couch.
Wait.
On his couch?!
He jumped up, and immediately regretted doing so. His head swam like he had had too much to drink, and he sat back down on the couch. Sunlight was streaming through the windows...
Window...
He looked over in confusion to the window he recalled had been broken. He got up much slower this time and walked over slowly, placing each step with careful precision. He examined the window, dread filling up his already woozy stomach.
The window was broken. Just as it had been the night prior. He could even still smell faint traces of the rotting meat, which meant...
He walked into the kitchen, checked the pantry, and went over the whole house before he allowed himself to believe he was alone. He also checked his safe, which was untouched... Clearly whatever these guys had come for they didn't find... and had the decency to put him back on his couch after he had passed out?
That didn't make sense, and he knew it. He walked outside to his driveway, and saw it was swept clean... freshly swept clean. He was no detective, but he didn't need one to realize that those men were trying to cover their tracks.
The pieces of the puzzle weren't getting into place... until he saw the note placed deliberately under his windshield wiper. Picking it up, he saw it had no address, no name on the front... just a folded piece of paper with a typed note.
'Forgive my friends. They had too much to drink last night. Don't worry about the Driver, I'll get you a new one.'
Doubt filled Robert's features. He wasn't a fool. There was no signature, no phone number... the letter was typed for crying out loud. It looked like it was done on one of those old typewriters too... not even a computer...
"Who had the damn time to type a letter?! What the hell just happened?!"
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Canas Renvall Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 1:48 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 4:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 7:15 pm
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"We're sorry, all of our operators are currently busy... please try calling back later."
Robert took the phone away from his ear and stared at it, stunned.
"What the hell is this, Macy's?!" Robert closed his phone and shoved it into his pocket. Muttering to himself, he headed back toward his front door.
He paused and looked down on the doormat... There was his daily newspaper... a copy of the Raccoon City Times. The headline read, SUMMER HEAT WAVE ROCKS RACCOON. Nearly forgetting his predicament, he walked into his house, to clean up the mess from the night before.
Once he was finished, he poured himself a glass of lemonade that was in his refrigerator... Could it be that he imagined all of this happening to him? Nah... it was impossible. He smelled those two drunk guys... he felt his Driver bend in his hand when he pummeled one of them...
Finishing the glass, he walked out to his back yard, to see if he could track where those guys came from. He wasn't a hunter, but he could follow tracks... especially if they were as drunk and careless walking through the woods as he thought they were.
He followed the trail deep into the woods. Time progressed and he didn't even care... he followed what looked like bloody leaves and displaced dirt until he couldn't any more.
He was led straight to a fence. A silver, chain-linked fence. It was about fifteen feet tall and had barbed wire around the top, which would prevent people from climbing over. Blinking, he tried to see past the fence, and could only see a small graveyard with what appeared to be a large white tomb... if he looked carefully enough.... was that.. .was that an angel carved into the marble? Holding a bow and arrow? What was that huge structure behind it?
Robert shook his head, and debated whether or not he would follow that fence to see where the entrance was... But it was getting dark quickly, and he wanted to be in his home, safe.... so he started to head back... already plotting the next days' adventure when he would bring a backpack with food, water, and binoculars to see what the hell that was all about.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 12:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 10:42 am
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Hearing that sound, he quickened his pace. Finally breaching his backyard, he heard more than spotted a car speeding off from his driveway. Robert all but snarled and bolted to see if he could stop them... which of course he couldn't. But what was in the car's place was his new driver.... a Callaway Big Bertha... a club that was worth three times the one that was ruined.
"Well, at least 'they' have good taste... I guess." He entered his house again, and put the club back into the bag with all his other clubs. He passed by a mirror and got a good look at his sorry features... he desperately needed a shower and a shave...
Never before had he been grateful for hot water than in those 20 minutes when he stood under the showerhead, letting his bathroom steam up from the boiling hot water.
Turning the water off, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, picking up his razor and shaving cream to fix the intense scruff that was his olive-toned face. He rarely shaved since he moved into the country... he found something quaint about being a 'mountain man'... something like the hicks up in Maine.
Doing his best to push away paranoia and fear, he slipped into his favorite pair of dark faded jeans and black polo shirt. His hair was still wet as he opened the door to head back into the hallway... when he saw the reflection of a woman in the bathroom mirror, amidst all the smoke.
Robert was so spooked he bolted out of the bathroom and out the front door, not even bothering to put on shoes. He didn't know what was posessing him to run, but he didn't stop until he was well into the woods...
And back at the fence.
Being terribly out of shape, he huffed and puffed as he tried to control his breathing and his heart which was beating out of control.
Only then did he realize that it was dark outside, as the last light let the sky, the stars twinkling down at him, knowing something he clearly did not.
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