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Post by oktopus on Sept 1, 2014 21:22:42 GMT -5
Oktobrr shook her head. The idea of going to a classmate's home this early in the year gave her the willies. Anyways, Rhythm wouldn't be too stoked about giving up his 5 o' clock naked time because Oktober had to drag the toddler everywhere she went. "It has to be my house," she said, "it will be a mess otherwise."
(I think we all agreed to a time skip to the haunted house, or outside it, so yeah. Sorry if you were super excited about seeing gundam models or whatever).
The Lloyd's house was at the end of the street. Strictly speaking, it was a home (probably owned by the bank) for imaginary friends and their humans. Branches of the forest behind toppled over the roof, assuring that the shadows would last all day. The windows were covered over by a thin veneer of cobwebs and dirt. Theyard was littered and yellowed by negligence. Light from inside the kitchen window outlined a woman's face. She smiled and Rhythm screeched in Oktober's arms.
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Post by Soky on Sept 1, 2014 21:48:23 GMT -5
Lance approached the run-down house at the end of the street. Lance looked down, checked the address on the paper Oktober gave him, and looked back up at the house. "Yup. This is the place." Lance was in a bit of disbelief. For such a cute, shy, girl, he didn't really expect her to live in a place like this. Maybe she was luring him into some sort of trap. Lance approached the house warily, ready for anything to jump out at him. He tipped his cowboy hat up, look at the door, and knocked 3 times, with small pauses in between each knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
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Post by oktopus on Sept 1, 2014 22:12:04 GMT -5
Knock. Knock. Knock. A guest had arrived. Then bam! Followed by a man shouting, then laughter. Such was the routine whenever an unfortunate soul happened by this end of the street.
Shaggy tossed his shaggy hair out of his face,falling over a pile of junk that dominated the main foyer, and onto the floor. "F- arggh!" He shouted. Scoobius, Shaggy's twin roared, laughing, their girlfriends giggling quietly. Shaggy swung the door open. Two of the girls retreated quickly into the darker ends of the foyer and struggled to dress themselves. The third girl moved past Lance, bra in tow, and ducked into the alley beside the house. It was silent now. "Who are you?" Shaggy demanded. He wasn't used to minors knocking on their ruin of a door.
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Post by Soky on Sept 1, 2014 22:28:49 GMT -5
"WHAAAA!" Lance jumped back, tripping and falling down the stairs, at the sight of a half naked girl running right by him. This was unexpected, but if this was a trap, is was headed in the right direction! Lance got up, adjusted his cowboy hat, and looked at this man standing in the doorway. Considering the house, this guy looked pretty stylin'. There was no cowboy hat on his head, but, I mean, well, yeah. There was no cowboy hat on his head. Period. He decided to reply to his question. "Lance." Then, after tipping his hat, he followed with "Lance Anderson." He couldn't help but smirk at his own awesomeness. "Do you know anybody named Oktober?" Lance asked, figuring this was just the wrong house, but this possible neighbor might know of her.
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Post by oktopus on Sept 1, 2014 22:54:20 GMT -5
Shaggy raised an eyebrow, a young gentleman caller had come to likely sweep away his kid sister. He had a problem with that. Now, Shaggy, like all the grown men in the family were very enthusiastic and practicing believers of free love. Yet, when it came to the subject of their precious sister's virginity, the twins were suddenly republican-love-haters.
"Seems this boy's gettin fresh wit our sister, brutha," Scooby slurred his words, his mind already tucked away in the dark.
Shaggy winced at the suggestion, "Naw man, I'm sure he knows better," he looked at Lance now, at the cowboy hat. "He's no fool." The intent should have been clear, the brothers meant business.
Scooby turned to one of the girls and grabbed her, making her squeel. At that, Oktober appeared at the top of the stairs.
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Post by Soky on Sept 1, 2014 23:03:06 GMT -5
"Hey, relax, guys. I-I'm just here to do her. Uh, her h-homework! I'm here to do her homework, er, here to do homework with her! Yeah, i-it's like a group project thing." Lance had no intention of "getting fresh" with Oktober. Just after he stuttered through that messy sentence, he saw her standing at the top of the stairs. "Ah! There she is. Howdy, there!" Lance said, waving at her.
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Post by TheThirdChild on Sept 1, 2014 23:33:14 GMT -5
Char looked down at the GPS on his mobile phone, and looked back up at the street he had been directed to. This appeared to be the pre-determined meeting spot that had been agreed upon by the allies within his group. Tightening up the straps on his backpack, Char continued his march toward the Lloyd residence. As he approached the front door, he took notice of Lance talking to a very Shaggy looking man. Walking up the front steps, Char now stood alongside Lance at the front door.
Looking into the eyes of this Shaggy man, Char spoke. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Char held out his hand, "My name is Char Aznable, and I am here to work alongside Lance and our two other allies, in a very important project that was assigned by our Teacher. If you could direct my ally and I to Oktober, it would be much appreciated."
(Please note: this is outside of school so Char is wearing his mask.)
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Post by oktopus on Sept 2, 2014 21:12:29 GMT -5
Shaggy had no words. Suddenly his worries for their sister were forgotten. There would be no funny business happening while they were in the company of this oddity. If it weren't for the mask, they'd be left without questions, "What you tryna pull on our sister wit dat mask uh yers?" Scoobius demanded, unfamiliar with roleplay that did not involve a she-human being humiliated.
Before he could pry any further into the psychology of the strange Char Aznable, Oktober hissed, "Now that's enough. You're one to judge my company," she looked from her brothers to her classmates, "let's go to my room in case the baby wakes up.WWheres Callie?" Oktober had floated, silently, down the stairs while Scooby almost spat his words.
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Post by Soky on Sept 3, 2014 16:19:59 GMT -5
Lance saw as Char walked up to the door and spoke in his usual tongue: Weird. Oktober then asked about Callie, after coming down the stairs. "Well, she was playing some computer game and said she couldn't come. I'm sure she'll be here soon, though. Sorry about the inconvenience." Lance started to walk into this oddball house and headed towards where he thought Oktober's room was. That being said, Lance had no clue where Oktober's room was, so he just started wandering a bit.
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Post by oktopus on Sept 3, 2014 21:17:23 GMT -5
Most of the walls in the house had been knocked down. Sage, the mother of the household believed that walls were what divided people in more than just a physical way. She sensed that penguins were no longer the entire family's spirit animal. The only physical door besides the front was the bathroom door (because that's just good sense). Otherwise, beads hung in a mass of ropes and the occasional pendulum, from the ceiling.
"Upstairs," Oktober told Lance. She was the only female left in the household, so she was allowed more privacy.
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Post by sorlink on Sept 5, 2014 9:48:37 GMT -5
Callie had stayed behind to finish the game of DOTA2 she'd been playing, which, unfortunately, was going terribly. It didn't help that the only communicating the team was doing was to call each other 'cyka' and 'blyat'. Her hero had died, so she sat back and watched as her team killed Roshan, but it was obvious it was too late. She waited for the enemy team to destroy the ancient, then closed her laptop and sighed. "I guess I should go," she said to herself, trying to will herself to be bothered to head out.
Eventually, after amassing enough willpower, she headed out.
(I just feel like Char should probably go in the house before she arrives? I don't know how close the Andersons live to the Lloyds.)
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Post by TheThirdChild on Sept 5, 2014 12:11:51 GMT -5
Char followed lance and Oktober into the house, nodding to Shaggy and Scoob on the way by. Char acknowledged the use of beaded ropes as an alternative to door, as well as the lack of walls, but decided not to comment on them. "This house is notably unique," he decided to announce. It was certainly in major contrast compared to the abundance of painted walls dividing up the rooms of his own home.
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Post by oktopus on Sept 5, 2014 19:41:16 GMT -5
"Well done, Charlie," Oktober muttered. There was no way anyone could pretend to not notice the oddities of the house or the mannerisms of the family. She gestured to the group and lead upstairs.
There were curtains draped across the landing, pulled back by hooks and ropes. There was not as much dust crusting the furniture surfaces as there was down where the boys in the family lived. Oktober poured oil into a sconce in the otherwise dark hall and led the way into her room.
Oktober's living quarters resembled the layout of Mark and Roger's home from Rent. There was a raggedy set of couches that circled a little coffee table. A window stretched across the entirety of the opposite wall. Beneath the window lay her ratty mattress,the sheets were folded neatly. In one corner there was a crib, clearly worn in; Rhythm was fast asleep. Oktober pulled another curtain in hopes that it would muffle the sounds of her classmates walking into her room. She sat on the floor in front of the coffee table.
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Post by Soky on Sept 5, 2014 21:05:09 GMT -5
Lance watched as Oktober poured oil into the lamp on the wall. What? This hallway was literally lit up with small fires in wall sconces. No electricity at all. What year is this? 2014. Are these people environment freaks? Not that there's anything wrong with that, but, I mean, most people never REALLY follow through with the whole pro environment, save energy, no waste type of shit. Oh well. Good for them.
Lance walked into the room behind Oktober and immediately noticed the baby crib. Oh no. Not a baby. There was one thing Lance wasn't a big fan. Not his cup of tea. Didn't really care for. Hell, he could even say, believe it or not, he actually disliked them. Babies just creep him out. They always stare at him so... hatefully. Like they want something from him... "well, baby, let me tell you something. I DON'T HAVE IT!" Lance thought to himself. Oh well. I'm sure if Lance never brings it up everything will go well. He took a seat on the couch and started to relax.
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Post by TheThirdChild on Sept 5, 2014 21:50:27 GMT -5
Char followed closely behind Lance, and casually sat down on the couch opposite of him. While the couch was slightly on the raggedy side, he had to admit that it was surprisingly comfortable. Char looked to Lance, "When do you suppose that Callie will make her way here?" he asked. "I feel it would be inappropriate to get too far into this assignment without her present."
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