Joe Schmoe
12-31-2005, 07:19 AM
Baumton used to be a thriving part of Paragon. Of course, the whole city used to be a thriving part of the country. Even as Boomtown though, it still has its bonuses, depending on which side of the law you are on. Guitar strings plucking can be heard echoing through some parts of it today.
“Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July and I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew.” Slaphappy gets even more into it, stomping his foot along with it and singing louder. “At an old saloon on a street of mud, there at a table, dealing stud, sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.”
“Excuse me.”
“Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother had, and I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.”
“Hey idiot, excuse me!"
“He was big and bent and gray and old, and I looked at him and my blood ran cold and I said-“ Screaming the next line.
“You lousy scum, listen!”
“My name is Sue! How do you do! Now you’re gonna die!”
“Hey retard!”
“Yeeeees?” Judas puts down his guitar, crosses his legs and arms. “Did you want something?”
“I’m training my men over here, and it is a little hard to teach the martial arts with your insane singing and rambling, making all this noise. So, if you could kindly shut the hell up, or my men could make you if you insist on playing some more.”
Slaphappy stands up and paces, tapping his chin with his finger like he’s pondering this. “Those men over there? Oooohhhh... You’re the-“ he does quotes with his fingers “‘Council.’” A smile spreads across his face. “You guys wouldn't be able to kill a sixty year old woman with a bad hip and a butter knife, why would I be wetting myself at your threat?”
The lieutenant puts his hand into a fist. “You little nutbag..”
“HA, I bet your men love nutbags.”
“What did you just say?!”
“You guys were cool in the Fifth Column days, now you just run around looking like fruits. Even the Hellions are seen with women, and they are butt ugly, let me tell yeah.”
The Council squad leader stands there unmoving, still clenching his fist; Judas really struck another type of chord. “Men, open fire!” Each one of his team pulls out an automatic.
“Ruh roh, Rikes!” Slaphappy bursts into a fit of giggles and dives behind a pile of rubble, bullets spraying everywhere. The Outcasts behind him a little ways just notice all that was going on, a little too late in fact. A stray bullet hits one of them in the arm. “Aaa-Aaaahh-Ahh!”
“Hold your fire!” The fire controlling mutant grabs the bullet entry and falls back in pain, two of his “brothers” tend to him while the toughest of the group step forward. “What the hell man?! Are you high?! Or just stupid as f***?!” (“Probably both.”)
“Don’t you dare talk to us in that tone, it was an accident. We were going for one of the Arachnos scum, (“Actually those guys hate me too.”) that one right ov-“
“Oh, so you’re just stupid as f*** and can’t aim for s***. Say no more. God you people make me sick, you guys were so cool in the Fifth Column days.” (“That’s what I said!”)
“We don’t need to hear anymore of this, back to training men-“
“Training for what, the big gay pride parade coming to town?”
“Fire!” The Council shoot down a couple of Outcasts, they fire back with rocks, ice, electricity, and literally fire. Both sides call for more help, one using the radio, the others just yelling. Soon they each have fifty or more coming to join in on the brawl.
Judas crawls out and runs a good distance, fanning himself because he can’t stop laughing. “Gay pride parade, why didn’t I think of that!” He grabs his shirt and adjusts his sun glasses. “Pure gold, pure comedy gold. That was-“ He bumps into a very big, red, white, and blue clothed man.
((Closed RP for just me and Krypto, sorry gang, just a spontaenous short story :) ))
“Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July and I just hit town and my throat was dry, I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew.” Slaphappy gets even more into it, stomping his foot along with it and singing louder. “At an old saloon on a street of mud, there at a table, dealing stud, sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me Sue.”
“Excuse me.”
“Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn-out picture that my mother had, and I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.”
“Hey idiot, excuse me!"
“He was big and bent and gray and old, and I looked at him and my blood ran cold and I said-“ Screaming the next line.
“You lousy scum, listen!”
“My name is Sue! How do you do! Now you’re gonna die!”
“Hey retard!”
“Yeeeees?” Judas puts down his guitar, crosses his legs and arms. “Did you want something?”
“I’m training my men over here, and it is a little hard to teach the martial arts with your insane singing and rambling, making all this noise. So, if you could kindly shut the hell up, or my men could make you if you insist on playing some more.”
Slaphappy stands up and paces, tapping his chin with his finger like he’s pondering this. “Those men over there? Oooohhhh... You’re the-“ he does quotes with his fingers “‘Council.’” A smile spreads across his face. “You guys wouldn't be able to kill a sixty year old woman with a bad hip and a butter knife, why would I be wetting myself at your threat?”
The lieutenant puts his hand into a fist. “You little nutbag..”
“HA, I bet your men love nutbags.”
“What did you just say?!”
“You guys were cool in the Fifth Column days, now you just run around looking like fruits. Even the Hellions are seen with women, and they are butt ugly, let me tell yeah.”
The Council squad leader stands there unmoving, still clenching his fist; Judas really struck another type of chord. “Men, open fire!” Each one of his team pulls out an automatic.
“Ruh roh, Rikes!” Slaphappy bursts into a fit of giggles and dives behind a pile of rubble, bullets spraying everywhere. The Outcasts behind him a little ways just notice all that was going on, a little too late in fact. A stray bullet hits one of them in the arm. “Aaa-Aaaahh-Ahh!”
“Hold your fire!” The fire controlling mutant grabs the bullet entry and falls back in pain, two of his “brothers” tend to him while the toughest of the group step forward. “What the hell man?! Are you high?! Or just stupid as f***?!” (“Probably both.”)
“Don’t you dare talk to us in that tone, it was an accident. We were going for one of the Arachnos scum, (“Actually those guys hate me too.”) that one right ov-“
“Oh, so you’re just stupid as f*** and can’t aim for s***. Say no more. God you people make me sick, you guys were so cool in the Fifth Column days.” (“That’s what I said!”)
“We don’t need to hear anymore of this, back to training men-“
“Training for what, the big gay pride parade coming to town?”
“Fire!” The Council shoot down a couple of Outcasts, they fire back with rocks, ice, electricity, and literally fire. Both sides call for more help, one using the radio, the others just yelling. Soon they each have fifty or more coming to join in on the brawl.
Judas crawls out and runs a good distance, fanning himself because he can’t stop laughing. “Gay pride parade, why didn’t I think of that!” He grabs his shirt and adjusts his sun glasses. “Pure gold, pure comedy gold. That was-“ He bumps into a very big, red, white, and blue clothed man.
((Closed RP for just me and Krypto, sorry gang, just a spontaenous short story :) ))