Post by Sinta-tan on Sept 16, 2011 21:44:13 GMT -5
(This takes place a couple weeks after Lost Together, and directly after Indescribable. Here all of the characters I am playing at this writing (Excluding Jerry) come together. Also, first Trevor thread!)
Tom bit his nails nervously. "W-why are we here, Mr. Swear Word?" Fuckforce crossed his arms. "Well, you said we had to search for your friend. Though I doubt we'll find him." He scoffed. "Been missing for a while now." Tom then spotted what looked like Jerry walking past. He rubbed his eyes, and he was gone.
Tom shrugged. He was missing Jerry so long that he was starting to think he was there. Fuckforce noticed this. "What? You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Tom nodded. "Yes."
Fuckforce growled. "Well, even if we do find him, you're not having gay sex." Tom nudged Fuckforce. "Ixnay." He whispered. Fuckforce raised an eyebrow. "Was that... pig latin? Tom, only children use that." Tom sighed. Sometimes he wished this was over with already.
~~~~~
Trevor walked around, bored. He had been here for hours, and he had done everything he could. He was about to leave, but then he spotted someone. The person was somewhat burned, and was near a purple car. Trevor decided this was a perfect person
to bug.
"Hey! Dude!" He caught the person's attention. He had orange hair, and was wearing a purply suit. "Can I look at your car?" "Excuse me, I, Stanford Issac Rhodes, do not want you to touch Reverb." the person said, with a british accent.
Unfortunately for Stanford, Trevor didn't take no for an answer. He ran into the car, causing Stanford to scream "I SAID NO! GET OUT OF THERE!"
Trevor pushed tons of buttons, causing the car, or Reverb, as Stanford called it, to jump around and fire its weapons. Trevor yelled in excitement. "Wicked!" Stanford sighed. "And to think my day couldn't get any worse. First, a plant burns my BEAUTIFUL hair, and now THIS."
~~~~~
This, or at least the sounds coming from this, got Fuckforce's attention. He tapped Tom's shoulder. Tom ran over to Reverb, with Fuckforce following. "What in the hell is going on here?" he said, rather angrily. Stanford introduced himself, and explained. Fuckforce nodded, and walked up to the car. "Get out of there, needlenose." He hissed. Trevor jumped out of the car, and snorted "Freaking car doesn't time travel." Tom grabbed Trevor by the jacket. "Now, wait a minute, wait a minute."
Trevor squirmed. Fuckforce cleared his throat, and said "Hey guys, I have an idea." Tom quipped "Oh boy. I can smell the wood burning from here." Fuckforce smirked, and said "We all have goals here, right?" He raised an eyebrow. "I am trying to find a way to truly make my mark here..." He pointed to Tom. "Tom's trying to find his friend..."
Stanford pitched in "I'm trying to find Teverx. And then destroy that STUPID, STUPID plant that burned my beautiful hair." Fuckforce rolled his eyes, and said as he pointed at Stanford "Stanny's trying to find this Teverx guy, whoever the hell he is." Fuckforce then looked at Trevor. Trevor stopped squirming, and raised his arm. "I'm trying to find that Birch dudette who brought me here. Heard she's hot. If that's the case, I'd like to bang her. With my nose."
Fuckforce facepalmed at Trevor's comment about the mysterious Birch, and then said as he pointed to Trevor "And needlenose here-" "Trevor Troublemeyer." Trevor interrupted. Fuckforce continued "And "Trevor" here wants to find "Birch"." Fuckforce raised his hand, and said "You know what we must do?"
Tom raised his hand "Band together?" Fuckforce replied "Correct!" He put his arm forward. Tom let go of Trevor, and put his arm forward as well, his palm touching the back of Fuckforce's hand. He looked towards Stanford and Trevor, the former lecturing the latter. "You guys in?" Fuckforce asked the two.
The two looked towards Fuckforce. Stanford stepped forwards, and partially put his hand on top of Tom's. Trevor came forward last. He hesistated a little, but he too put his hand partially on top of Tom's. "Then it's settled. We shall band together. Our paths have merged, as you will." They all pulled their hands away. "Do I get to blow stuff up?" Trevor asked. "I like things going explody."
Tom and Stanford looked at Trevor, horrified. Fuckforce just chuckled. "Sure, sure. Just make sure it's for a purpose." Trevor started leaping around, cackling like a maniac. "This is going to be... different." Stanford said. Fuckforce replied "It is going to be different, all right. And fun."
Tom then heard a noise, which startled him. He seemed to be looking at something that no one else could see. Trevor noticed this. "Dude, you okay? You're staring into nowhere, man. That's not normal." Tom then turned to Trevor.
"There's a guy there, Trevor. He's creeping me out." He then looked back. He was scared. "He's gone!" He yelled. He grabbed onto Stanford. "GHOSTS! EVERYWHERE!" He yelled. Stanford freaked out. Fuckforce growled "Oh boy. Here we go."
(Long post is loooooonnnggggg)
Tom bit his nails nervously. "W-why are we here, Mr. Swear Word?" Fuckforce crossed his arms. "Well, you said we had to search for your friend. Though I doubt we'll find him." He scoffed. "Been missing for a while now." Tom then spotted what looked like Jerry walking past. He rubbed his eyes, and he was gone.
Tom shrugged. He was missing Jerry so long that he was starting to think he was there. Fuckforce noticed this. "What? You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Tom nodded. "Yes."
Fuckforce growled. "Well, even if we do find him, you're not having gay sex." Tom nudged Fuckforce. "Ixnay." He whispered. Fuckforce raised an eyebrow. "Was that... pig latin? Tom, only children use that." Tom sighed. Sometimes he wished this was over with already.
~~~~~
Trevor walked around, bored. He had been here for hours, and he had done everything he could. He was about to leave, but then he spotted someone. The person was somewhat burned, and was near a purple car. Trevor decided this was a perfect person
to bug.
"Hey! Dude!" He caught the person's attention. He had orange hair, and was wearing a purply suit. "Can I look at your car?" "Excuse me, I, Stanford Issac Rhodes, do not want you to touch Reverb." the person said, with a british accent.
Unfortunately for Stanford, Trevor didn't take no for an answer. He ran into the car, causing Stanford to scream "I SAID NO! GET OUT OF THERE!"
Trevor pushed tons of buttons, causing the car, or Reverb, as Stanford called it, to jump around and fire its weapons. Trevor yelled in excitement. "Wicked!" Stanford sighed. "And to think my day couldn't get any worse. First, a plant burns my BEAUTIFUL hair, and now THIS."
~~~~~
This, or at least the sounds coming from this, got Fuckforce's attention. He tapped Tom's shoulder. Tom ran over to Reverb, with Fuckforce following. "What in the hell is going on here?" he said, rather angrily. Stanford introduced himself, and explained. Fuckforce nodded, and walked up to the car. "Get out of there, needlenose." He hissed. Trevor jumped out of the car, and snorted "Freaking car doesn't time travel." Tom grabbed Trevor by the jacket. "Now, wait a minute, wait a minute."
Trevor squirmed. Fuckforce cleared his throat, and said "Hey guys, I have an idea." Tom quipped "Oh boy. I can smell the wood burning from here." Fuckforce smirked, and said "We all have goals here, right?" He raised an eyebrow. "I am trying to find a way to truly make my mark here..." He pointed to Tom. "Tom's trying to find his friend..."
Stanford pitched in "I'm trying to find Teverx. And then destroy that STUPID, STUPID plant that burned my beautiful hair." Fuckforce rolled his eyes, and said as he pointed at Stanford "Stanny's trying to find this Teverx guy, whoever the hell he is." Fuckforce then looked at Trevor. Trevor stopped squirming, and raised his arm. "I'm trying to find that Birch dudette who brought me here. Heard she's hot. If that's the case, I'd like to bang her. With my nose."
Fuckforce facepalmed at Trevor's comment about the mysterious Birch, and then said as he pointed to Trevor "And needlenose here-" "Trevor Troublemeyer." Trevor interrupted. Fuckforce continued "And "Trevor" here wants to find "Birch"." Fuckforce raised his hand, and said "You know what we must do?"
Tom raised his hand "Band together?" Fuckforce replied "Correct!" He put his arm forward. Tom let go of Trevor, and put his arm forward as well, his palm touching the back of Fuckforce's hand. He looked towards Stanford and Trevor, the former lecturing the latter. "You guys in?" Fuckforce asked the two.
The two looked towards Fuckforce. Stanford stepped forwards, and partially put his hand on top of Tom's. Trevor came forward last. He hesistated a little, but he too put his hand partially on top of Tom's. "Then it's settled. We shall band together. Our paths have merged, as you will." They all pulled their hands away. "Do I get to blow stuff up?" Trevor asked. "I like things going explody."
Tom and Stanford looked at Trevor, horrified. Fuckforce just chuckled. "Sure, sure. Just make sure it's for a purpose." Trevor started leaping around, cackling like a maniac. "This is going to be... different." Stanford said. Fuckforce replied "It is going to be different, all right. And fun."
Tom then heard a noise, which startled him. He seemed to be looking at something that no one else could see. Trevor noticed this. "Dude, you okay? You're staring into nowhere, man. That's not normal." Tom then turned to Trevor.
"There's a guy there, Trevor. He's creeping me out." He then looked back. He was scared. "He's gone!" He yelled. He grabbed onto Stanford. "GHOSTS! EVERYWHERE!" He yelled. Stanford freaked out. Fuckforce growled "Oh boy. Here we go."
(Long post is loooooonnnggggg)