ooc: heres the scoop-I want to build up my rpg character's history and am doing it in this game by rekilling her.
ic: You are a member of an elite group of parasychologolical specialists
(supernatural s.w.a.t team) Known as the black fist.
Your recent assignment has brought you to a high security penitentiary which has reported abnormally strange occurances such as a naked woman going through walls, High profile inmates being found dead in mysterious places, And other details that point to one thing: the return of The urizen-An evil before time even existed. it is apparant that this being is trying to break through to the physical world and reclaim it's rightful throne. If it does so-ALL will be destroyed-and turned into the nothingness the urizen is made of. Your mission-if you should choose to accept it- is to stop the Urizen from crossing over planes and fast as it has already turned half the penitentiary and the surrounding country side around it upside down.
ooc: There will be a portion of this that is not in the physical realm but actually in my characters mind <as my character has become the urizen>so Ill guide the main aspects of the story for ya.
What I am gonna need is simple-Black fist members. Your character can be anything you want them to be (except a god mod) But must have a reason why they joined or were forced to join the black fist.
Be creative and contrasting characters are always fun as they bring more dimension and drama to the sotry at hand.
just ooc first with your bio before playing.

Need atleast ten characters to start.

ooc: okay if you didnt see the off topic post then I will say it in here too-Just create a short bio in here and we'll begin!
To refresh the story in readers digest form you are a member of a secret organization that is essentially a swat team for creepy crawlys. you are now stationed at a high security penetentiary as a team to track down the ressurection of the Urizen-A creature of evil Before time even was a conception. this thing is trying to become physical again and if it does that means goodbye to everything as you know it. You have to stop it as a team.

Sergeant York paced impatientily in the briefing room of the black fist secret head quarters awaiting his team to go in and investigate the paranormal actiivites of wrecker maximum security pen. He had been wairting for three days straight with no sleep and was growing even more impatient with the green smurfs now having a tea party on his desk with aquaman and the ambiguously gay duo than he was with the tardiness of his select team. he looked at the watch he drew on his wrist out of boredom: "where the hell are they?" He asked Miss june and Mister July as they idly hugn elegantly againts the flowing concrete jelly walls..........

ooc: here ya go Dolly, your first vic.....I mean volunteer.

ic: She was lead into the room in chains by two men in uniforms unlike any she had seen before. The two deposited her in front of the officer talking to the walls and fell back to a safe distance.

"Ye'r not keeping this lass in chains boys, me thinks the commander there would prefer his 'hired help' a little less preoccupied" She smiled and winked at the two before turning her full attention on the man in front of her.

ooc: I forgot to mention a stipulation-the only way that you can post in this after you are killed or die is through two ways:
1.)describing the last few seconds or minutes of your life before you are keeled out.
2.)as a ghost who has no physical powers in the real world...basically as an observer.
there will be no coming back after you die or drop out either. it's unfair and simply put lame. with that inmind lets continue-still looking for more people too.

ic: Sargeant york looked up from his drawn on watch-four days now had passed and his lack of sleep was getting worse.
"whats your name,your sugar pony?" he asked the chained woman (which he saw as a chained pony made of sugar)
"and your sol if you like carrots-those two queers took the last two I had and I aint seen em eat em yet."
he pointed a thumb to an empty table behind him.

OOC:Okay this is basically the PM I sent u Dolly...I just decided that it would be just as easy to post this then edit it as need be. So here it is:

Hello Dolly! We're glad to finally have you back where you belong! You look swell, Dolly, I can tell, Dolly! okay I'll stop now.. Here's my character bio and i warned you of her bimbo-ness..lol:

Name: Bunny
AKA: Agent DD
Gender: female
Species: human
Age: 22
Hair: bleached blonde styled like Marilyn Monroe's
Eyes: baby blue
Skin: medium sun tan with no tan lines!
Height: 5'10"
Weight: variable due to implants
Style: Her body is certainly a wonder. She has a face to die for with perfectly sculpted eyebrows, long luscious eyelashes, baby blue eyes, a button nose, two huge beautiful lips, and great jaw bones. Her breasts are very large (DD) and fake. Her waist is rather slender and she has nice round hips. Her legs are long and smooth. She always wears tight dresses, a nice amount of makeup, and stilletos.
Reason for joining: Unbeknownst to her, her plastic surgeon stole two implants from a dead woman. And now they sometimes haunt Bunny. See normally someone would just take them out, but that's just the thing. The implants will not allow anything to penetrate Bunny's breast area, thus keeping them secured inside. Bunny joined the black fist because she believes that killing this being will free her from her haunted breast implants.

ooc: opps forgot the bio

Name: Epona Blackheart
codename: sugar pony (see above/unofficial)
gender: female
race: vampire mage
Specialties: replication of any team member within 10 foot distance, persuasion, swordsmanship and hand to hand combat, superhuman strength and heightened senses, stealth
reason for joining the black fist: Epona was kidnapped from her home in Dublin for her knowlege of the target and the occult after several months of evading their operatives.
appearance: long curly red hair, steel blue eyes, pale skin, athletic build.

ic: "think you just gave me a name moron" she laughed as she answered the sargent.

ooc: now thats what im talking aboot! Show me the funny's hunnys! we want this to be comical and scary at the same time.
ic: "dont sass mouth me-my little pain in the ass in chains!" The sargeant grunted before walking over to the table he pointed at earlier.
He leaned over to one side of the table as if talking to someone.
"deal me in next run aqua boy! And we can really get this game of strip poker on! I got some new collateral too-see that pony made out of sugar over there? she farts flames out her butt-I seen her!" and then-as if the bark had been a whisper,the sargeant walked back over to his new agent and sat at his desk like she didnt hear what he said.
The sargeant pushed down on a sharpie drawing of a voice box on the desk he had put on there a day earlier and barked out-
"send in agents jugs!-I mean agent DD!"
A unnamed agent on the other side of the open door where agent dd was at looked in at the sargeant and shook his head."god this job has gotten to him."

OOC: Well, I ain't got nowt better to do...

Name: Nicholas Bremington
Codename/AKA: Illusion (comes from his typical excuse for his wrk - "It's just an illusion!")
Gender: Durrr...male.
Species: Human. Hollywood human, unfortunately.
Age: 25
Hair: Light brown; long fringe mounted upward; shorter toward the back; very short sides; two stenciled lines along each side (just above the ear) which join in a stenciled diamond at the back.
Eyes: Seaweed green. (assuming that seaweed is green...)
Skin: Caucasian; slight tan (spends a fair bit more time indoors than most people from his neck o' the woods), more noticable in face.
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 182lbs.
Style: Negative. That is, he has no style. Oh right, you mean something else...erm...Usually wears combat pants with one of an assortment of stupid t-shirts, with an old bomber jacket on top (unless it's really warm). Tends to wear a 'lucky cap' on missions, which has the better part of thirty random - and dumb - pinbadges attached to it. Wears either New Rock boots or Climacool trainers, dependign on scenario. Fingerless gloves worn when on the job. He's fairly thin, and doesn't spend any more time at the gym than he really needs to. He also has a tattoo of the International Rescue logo from Thunderbirds on his left arm.
Reason for joining: This guy used to be a special effects artist in the movie business, occasionally doing stuntman work as well (to pay the bills). On one particular item on his resume, he used a few CGI tools that were originally created by someone else without askign for their permission. It was a long time ago, and he'd thought it was water under the bridge, until a couple of floor-stompin' military yahoos confronted him about it, claiming that it was all the evidence they needed to stick him in 'the joint' for quite a lot of time...unless he cooperated with them. Obviously, these guys 'recruited' Nicholas into the Black Fist group. Since then, though, he's kinda enjoyed the work, since he can mingle it with his true craft - SFX - and, y'know, it's kinda fun, pretending to be the Ghostbusters and stuff.
Specialities: Like I said, he's an SFX artist, and a very good one at that. He's capable of using these talents surprsingly well in the real world; it's been said that, if he hadn't discovered its potential uses in reality, he'd still be a virgin (amongst other things). If you're having trouble imagining how this works, think of Mysterio from Spider-Man. Except without the fishbowl, of course. He's also got a fairly adept strategic mind and has been taking Tae Kwon Do for a good few years, though he's not quite a black belt yet. Close, though. He detests guns, however - and besides, shooting is for the cameramen and the leading males, not the magicians of the screen, awright?!
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IC: <A white corvette - an 80s model - pulled into a small parking lot just around the corner from a Wal-Mart and stopped in a 'disabled' space, sending startled birds darting into the sky. Opening the door, Nicholas exited the low-slung vehicle and reached inside for his bomber jacket, noting the rather dreary look in the sky - rain coming soon. As he pulled the jacket out from under the passenger seat, a small cloud of doves fluttered out from under it; briefly wonderign how the heck they got there, he pulled on the jacket, closed the car door and stepped away, locking the car with a quiet beep-beep from the key fob. Taking a surreptitious glance around, he stepped down a small flight of steps in the back of the carpark, near an overflowing dumpster, and knocked on the heavy iron door at the bottom. A small grid opened at eye level, and two piercing grey eyes stared out at Nick. He grinned back.>

"How ya doin' today?"

<The other guy didn't seem to notice the pleasantries, and continued to stare. Nick paused for a moment to think before continuing.>

"Unit Delta-One-Eight, passcode Bravo-Charlie-Fishface."

<The other guy stared for a few more moments before replying, scorn evident in his tone.>

"There ain't no passcode necessary, Bremington. As you've been told the previous twelve times you tried to use one."

"I know, but it sounds cool, dontcha think?"

<The other guy growled something incomprehensible before the door swung open and several heavy arms grabbed Nick around the collar, dragging him inside before he even had a chance to say "yoink!">

OOC: Just a note; that was Nick actually arriving at HQ. He's not captured or anything; it's just that the door guards don't like him much. Also, as far as themes for posts go, in this case I'd recommend 'Bad to the Bone' by George Thorogood and Teh Destroyers. 'Tis all.

(OOC: Cue medley of "Sweet Cherry Pie", "Pour Some Sugar on Me", and "Wild Thing"...hehe....this will be fun!)

IC: Bunny walked through the door very seductively and did a hair flip. But before she entered the room, she quickly did a 360 and walked into the other room. She grabbed her purse and went into Sergent York's room. She giggled and said, "Forgot my purse." Bunny certainly looked out of place for she was wearing a black dress that was dotted with cherries. It's sleeves were spaghetti straps and it's top came down to a v-neck, showing very much of Bunny's ample cleavage and proving why she's nicknamed Agent DD. The rest of the dress was rather form fitting, showing off her nice hips and flat tummy, until it reached her thighs that is. Once it hit her thighs it was very loose to make movement easier. The dress only came down to mid-thigh. Her lovely long legs were bare, and her feet were encased in matching stilletos. Bunny walked up to Sergent York's desk and cooed, "I didn't know what to wear, so I put this on. But I can still punch, kick, do splits, run, and dance in this dress and stilletos." As she said each action she did a little pose. "Oh by the way, I didn't put it on my file, but I know Tae-Bo and jazzercize, okay?" You can't do that shit girl! "Stop it. Shhh!" Bunny patted her boobs to quiet the implants down. Don't you SHHH me! "You asked for it!" Bunny started jumping up and down making her boobs jiggle a lot to say the least. "That's what you get!" Bunny anticipated odd stares so she started to explain, "See like my plastic surgeon like stole my breast implants from like this dead lady and now they're like haunted! And they won't come out either! But I can punish them by shaking them around, like I just did, it like really hurts them or something. I dunno." Bunny sounded truly innocent or just completely retarded. The latter is more correct.

<Just as Agent DD was walking into the CO's briefing room (a.k.a The ROOM of DOOM! *cue evil laugh*), Nick walked into the impromptu lobby outside and plonked himself down on a seat, folding one leg over the other. Then he switched legs around. Then he started hopping up and down, looking fairly irritated whilst pulling on the back of his combats. Briefly looking upward, he noticed the desk sergeant was staring at him funny. He smiled and explained.>

"I got a wedgie."

<The other's face turned to stone.>

"I didn't need to know that."

<Nick looked pissed.>

"Then why'd you look at me like that, huh?! Jeez..."

<Dusting off his shoulder, accidentally setting off a small smoke bomb that was concealed in his sleeve in the process, Nick settled in to wait for the CO to yell at him.>

Seth-oops! I mean sargeant york(ooc:sorry creature of habit-that wa san accident.lol)
Sargeabt york stood up from his desk and fumed off some of the smke form nicks jacket. "damn boy! I know they said the king had gas but mister presley! that was foul!" it had been five straight days without sleep and it was very obvious with the hallucinations. Sargeant york looked at agent double d for a time period alittle too long for comfort before clearing his throat and sitting down again at his desk.
:"sugar pony,Elvis,Rainbow Bright-I think we can go ahead on with the mission debriefing if you dont mind and get ready to go. Ill just go ahead and call in sargeant dick to get everyone situated."
The guard at the door that had looked in before looked in again and shook his head. "not sargeant dick! God I am so tired of that crap." and with that the guard walked over to the nearby weapons magazine to ready the team when the debriefing was over.

OOC: I wasn't in the room...ah well, that's easily rectified.

IC: <Acting by force of plot device, Nick magically disappears and reappears in a seat in the briefing room. He blinks once, and then snaps his fingers, lookign disappointed.>

"Darn - I should've saved the smoke for making a big entrance. Ehh, some other time, perhaps..."

<He slouches back in his chair, resting his jaw against one hand and mentally preparing himself for being told by the sergeant to sing 'Blue Suede Shoes'.>

(OOC: Well I guess that makes me Rainbow Bright...lol.)

IC: Bunny peered over to see 'Elvis.' "ELVIS!! Oh my god! They said you were dead, but I didn't believe it! And look...you're not Elvis!" Uh durr he isn't Elvis, bimbo, and besides Elvis was dead before you were even born for crying out loud! "I said STOP!" Bunny rolled her eyes like a parent would if her breast implants were kids. "Don't make me jiggle you again! I'll do it!" Her breast implants were silent. "There is it really like all that hard?" hehe...hard Bunny blushed a deep crimson and covered her breasts with her hands. "Hey, you're not hard!! I've had it. I'm doing it again!" Bunny jumped up and down again, but this time she added a shimmy aspect to the jumping.

<Nick had made a token effort to pay attention to what Agent DD was saying, but every time he tried to look at her face, his eyes always wound up drifting a few inches south of there...Eventually, he gave up and just sat with a stupid grin on his face as she bounced up and down.>

I love my job...

she looked over at the others and raised the manacles on her wrists.

"when ye'r finished with the bouncing Bunny, would one of you kindly unlock these?"

ooc: okay-I think I may have already warned you about this one but here we go.....
ic: "you stop that bouncing around at once young lady and put those puppies down befroe you poke an eye out!" The voice was a hard-tough one with a thick long southern drawl-It had to be sargeant dick. Sargeant york was more of a knock off of jim carey including in his tone.
The crowd looked to sargeant york all the same and sure enough-his pants were moving.
Slowly they began to unzip themselves from inside and without word-Sargeant dick (A penis with eyes and a mouth drawn on it) came out to address the room.
"I am gunnery sargeant Dick! I will be informing you maggots about your mission. I will not tolerate gum chewing-back talking-or crisco in my presence...."
The falic bobbed aroundas york (who looked like he was a walking zombie) walked about the room-coming closer to agent dd.
"you eyeballing me fancy pants?" Sargeant dick barked (he was sounding more and more like the drill sargeant from full metal jacket.)
The sargeant then looked at nick who was holding back a smirk.
"whats so funny tom cruise two years form now? DO I amuse you? DO I look like someone you know that's funny?! Drop down and give me twenty before I spit in your eye boy!"
Sargeant dick just glanced ovr at the one now called sugar pony and grunted before going on.
"Shall we begin our mission debriefing?"
ooc: trust me this will have some relevance to the rest of the game later so plese bare with my odd sense of humor.

(OOC: Oh wow! lol...I just have the worst image of that in my head now... )

IC: Bunny stopped bouncing. "Oh sorry. She was going to unlock the woman (sugar pony), but then Sergeant (correct spelling, I looked it up) Dick came out. Quite literally. Bunny was quite startled, "I wasn't told about like having to work with penises! I like did that once and it wasn't like fun." Once, puh-leeze! "Quiet you two!" Bunny commanded at her breast implants.

the guard at the door shook his head as he checked the weapons. "give me a break already with that crap. Godz! Get a sargeant drunk one night on vibrators (stoli rasperry-stoli mandarin-razzamatazz) and he comes out with a split personality."
In the office sargeant ( I am mispelling it for a reason-their not really military) paced about the room giving the details of the mission.
"alright-a little over two weeks ago there was an anonymous call from agent meredith-turns out his undercover partner,agent burgess was found strangulated and badly decomposed in a basketball hoop at wreckers maximum security penn. We had been investigating a group of occult members who refered to themselves as the shroud of nothingness. Supposedly they believed some thing called a Urizen was to come again through the death of a wicked man.(ooc:Did that thing seth said in house of lies make sense now?) And that it would bring the world to total
nothingness when it's powers evolved past gestation."
Sargeant dick stopped to catch his breath as he was growing blue in the face from the long explanation of the mission.
"Pardon me-As I was saying, Real fucking creepy thing supposedly no one has ever been able to kill it completely and there is very few things we know about it because it was supposedly always around, Never created like Janis Joplin did with us."
A few of the team membes looked at each other on that comment.
"Well, our leads were corewct and we are sending you guys in to try and kick this things ass back to wherever the fuckit came." (sargeant dick liked to say fuck a lot.)
"Now you will be helo dropped at the pen at 05:30 Arizona Standard time and from there you will meet up with agent meredith in the sizzler (termed used for electric chair room) . are there any questions?"
Sargeant dick leered at his audience waiting for a hand to raise up.

<Nick was fiddling around in his wallet - looking for a twenty - but then he raised his hand and asked, with all-too-real innocence...>

"Uh, yeah, what's a HELO drop? Cuz I've never hard of...oh wait!"

<Nick's vision did a funny wobbly thing as he went into 'flashback mode'; he recalled supervising a stunt a few years ago which sorta sounded like what the CO was talking about. The stuntman had been a pro, and had nailed it in one take; music to a director's ears. Unfortunately, it had only taken one take to kill him. Snapping out of his reminiscince, Nick continued.>

"Is it a High Elephant Low Opening drop? Like, when you inject about 3 litres of liquid heroin into an African bull elephant, then stick some dudes to its side and throw it out of a plane over enemy territory, and the guys try to use their 'chutes to stop the impact, but it never has any effect and they're crushed horribly less than a second after they hit the turf?"

"Ill answer tha-holy shit! York! put that damn th8ing away before I make you wear it as a necktie!" A British man entered the room.He was dressed in a glittered jump suit with a badge that Read Thomas Bowie. His rank insignia was that of a major (lets see how many of you get that one.lol) And he was highly offended by York's Sargeant dick routine.
york obliged with putting away the knee high wonder puppet show and sat down as Major tom continued into the room. He had brought a projector and some film with him. Setting things up as he went-He eyed the people in the room,Stopping a the Irish woman.
"bought time we put you savages back into chains eh-Mick?" he smiled as he finished up and started the projector.
An image of a stone walled fortress came up-it was the objective.
I am Major Bowie. Not related to who you may think so dont go there. i will be your pilot for the helo drop-Dont try any jokes on my flight And I will assure you all that your landing will be as safe as I can make it from about 5000 feet above ground."
He pointed to a recreation facility in the center of the penn.
(an open range area to work out in and play...basketball,Trade ass for smokes etc. etc.-Not that Id know or anything<Nervous Laugh>)
"this is your targeted landing-You will be dropping out of my helicopter at an eleveation of 5000 feet and expected to land somewhere in here where you will access the Electrocutioning room upon which you will meet with agent Meredith for the details of your aliases and where you will be posted. You will be dropping with heavy artillery and communication devices to keep in touch in case you are split up in the penn.I apologize for not having enough time to train you in parachute procedures but we must be going."
A captain by the name of Benjamin Honeycut Pierce Came into the room-His demeanor was less than impressed as he looked directly at sargeant york.
Major tom looked at the team with a half witted smile before ussuring them all to the magazine to be equipped.
"shall we?"
As the team elft-Captain pierce took sargeant york by thye shoulder and said:
"York-I think we need to have a little talk-dont you?"
The office door closed behind the team as sargeant york looked as if he was about to lay a dinosaur egg.

She sighed and slid the manicles off her wrists and ankles before following Major Bowie to the weapons lock up. She looked at the stunned expression on one of the guard's faces.

"At least I asked before taking the bloody things off." she winked and continued to follow the others. While the major was handing out weapons she stood in a corner of the room propped against the wall with her feet crossed. She leered when the major looked her way again.

<Nick was confused.>

"But no-one answered my question...!"

<Following Major Bowie - Where had he heard that name before? Oh yeah, that's a type of knife! - to the weapons lockup, Nick thought ahead for the situation, and offered some sagelike advice.>

"Y'know, if you're having trouble, I can get you an elephant..."

<When they all reached the weapons area, Nick was silent for a few more seconds, before venturing his opinion once more.>

"Actually, is the elephant necessary? Cuz they kinda smell...OOH! I know! See, I was on this flick called 'Nightmare Zoo Part 6' and they had a mutant penguin in it, and I've still got the puppet penguin back at my workshop, and lemme tell ya, that thing's as big as any elephant you may name, and stinks less to boot!"

" by god man are you daft?" Major Tom said turning around. "do you know how much it would cost to send an elephant or a mutated penguin into a pennitentiary? we'd have to move the base to a bloody kmart parking lot! and you," the major said turning to the irish woman "it is standard policy that a black fist agent must carry at least one loaded weapon weighing a minimum of 5 lbs. What are you going to do, throw potato soup at the bad guys?" and with that the major laughed and returned to arming the rest of the team while mummbling under his breath "or perhaps you'll just drink them under the table"

<Nick folded his arms and grumbled.>

"I fail to see how throwing a puppet penguin which is well past its use-by date out of an old plane could ever be construed as 'expensive', but whatever you say..."

<As he continued to mumble, a small hologram projector mounted on his shoulder sputtered into life and beamed a flickering image of a stormcloud above Nick's head.>

"...base already is under a fecking wal-mart carpark anyway...or k-mart...or 7-eleven, they all look the same to me..."

Bunny was excited about getting to carry a weapon, "I'm good at holding big things!!" Yea, in your mouth! "Shhh!! Stop it right now!!" Bunny slapped her boobs around. She turned to the major, "I'm sorry..see like my breast implants are like haunted. So they like talk now and then and like the only way to make them like stop is to shake 'em up. Like this." Bunny started jumping up and down again. She stopped and giggled. "Oh and I can work like a tazer or pepper spray because I have some at my house." Another giggle.

Major Tom looked at Bunny and sighed. "right haunted jubblies, got it" and turned around to suddenly feel a sharp pain in his left shoulder, he was having a heart attack, trying not to excite the team the major clenched his buttocks as tight as he could but to no avail for he ripped one so loud it made the t rex's roar in jurassic park look tame in comparison. This was not a good sign.....this was the gas of death.

Epona looked at tom, looked at the clock, then looked again to see tom dead on the floor. she turned and shouted out the door.

"Looks like we need another chopper pilot boys, this one had a bad ticker"

She looked at the others in the room and smirked softly before taking a well hidden knife from her boot and examining the well sharpened blade carefully.

"nothing makes a woman feel better.......than a well made dirk"

Another one bites the dust..dun dun dun... Bunny couldn't help but to laugh at her breast implants' comment. "You know if you say funny stuff that like isn't about me more often, I wouldn't have to jiggle you!"

ooc: I'll post in a bit, see what I get for accidentally thinking I was someone else. :lol:

ooc:who was that,eh? not my pretty ass! lol!)
A lanky man with coke bottle glasses and a whispy black comb over job came in. he was wearing a crooked badge that read Major Urkel Walleye.
Entering the magazine-he noticed the sfx artisit still mumbling about elephants and mutant penguins and decided to help him out.
"here ya go!" he said with a weezy voice before huffing on an inhaler.
He tossed nick a sponge elephant ty that needed to be wetted to grow.
"its all we could afford to give ya. hope it works. anyway-Im major walleye and ill be your substitue helicopter pilot. Now we dont have a lot of time so we need to get you people suited up."

She looked at the new pilot and held her tongue, did the others really expect this man to be able to get them to the drop point? Her first guess was yes.

"My apologies Major, but I prefer not to carry heavy weapons. If ye'll be so kind as to check my file ye'll notice I'm a hand to hand specialist......" Epona paused for a moment before looking at one of the guards and continuing. "one your boys have been hunting for nigh on ten years."

She winked at the guard and smirked.

"should be mighty glad I let ye'r boys catch me"

major walleyes looked around to the irish woman and pulled up his glasses to his eyes so he could see her better.
"well,Ill take your word for it but we dont have time you see the thing youre looking for is getting bigger as you can from the damage he has caused the penn and the surrounding countryside therein." Walleye handed everyone copies of several 8X10 glossy black and whites of the penn-On the west wing of it-the walls appeared crumbled in,Decomposed bodies littered the open spaces in standard prison issue uniforms as if the people were trying to escape. Then there were shots of the ocuntry side surrounding the penn. A few of the photos showed people walking about in a daze but they were horribly disfigured and looking as if they too were badly decompsoed....and then there was an even scarier site put into the photo medly......A semi nude of Major york in a string bikini posing beside a mechanical bull.
"we're calling it a he out of basic reference-to be honest I dont think it has a gender because it was never created-It's just always existed with no rival

<Nick threw the tiny elephant away and ruffled through the photos, nodding along with Walleye's speech. Dead folks, check; walking dead folks, check; mechanical bull, check; one ugly melon farmer clad in a totally unflattering outfit...check. Thinking briefly, Nick raised his hand and ventured forth a query...>

"Uhhh...when you say 'he'...d'you mean the bull? 'Cuz it looks like it could wreck things pretty darn well."

<Nick gestures at the zombies, shaking his head.>

"And who hired those extras? They're hopeless, dude!"

Epona looked at the Major and nodded before resheathing her blade.

"I agree with you sir, but are you sure you can get us to the drop site?" She looked him over a second time "no offense but the glasses make me a wee bit nervous"

the major thumbed back through the photos at nicks question and then almost jumped out of his skin at the mechanical bull picture.
"oh great glavin in a glad bag! thats not supposed to be in there! Thats the picture that major york got demoted to sargeant with an"a"which is actually not even a rank but its-its nice of em........"
He then looked to the irish woman and pushed his glasses back up.
"Balderdash! I can fly perfectly fine! Besides if anything does happen to go wrong-we have an inflatable auto pilot that looks like leslie nielson (ooc:airplane reference) who flew in over eight wars including ww3 or as we like to call it around here "the war that never really happened." But theres no time for discussion." And with that the team was ushered into the helicopter hangar where a bi copter was humming it's massive propellors about in anticipation.
The team was quickly ushered in and shown to their crouching positions by the onboard flight stewardess.
"we'll be showing shrek 3 for your enjoyment"she said as everyone was fastened into their parachutes and the copter began to lift up.

"You'll be showing a non-existent film? Sounds interesting."

<Nick clips the buckles on his seat together. The buckles promptly unclip themselves. Looking down for a moment, Nick shrugs and pulls out a Game Boy, which spits sparks out of its battery compartment, then hops out of Nick's hands, magically grows arms & legs, and runs off out of the 'copter and to the far corner of the hangar. Nick stares after it for a moment, then grumbles something.>

"I'll come back for you later, uncooperative li'l bastard..."

The speakers came on and major walleyes spoke over them.
"uh-attention pasengers mwaha! um-We are cureently a good 6000 feet above sea level and should be arriving at the penn within the next two hours. I apologize to inform you there will be no bathroom on the flight as the last crew we had decided to use to join the mile high club which was was nice and all but not this time around! no siree-Im not getting a banana shoved upmy tail pipe again! mwaha! boy thats hurting-lavin lavin." and with that the announcement went off and the team looked on as shrek choopped up donkey and ate him in the frozen tundra (the film crew came up with nothing for the third film so they just animated deliverance with the characters a sthe passengers instead.)

the movie kept playing...it had reached an obscure sex scene with a banana
------->sex scene reenactment: :boobies2: :hotbound:

Epona took out a book and tuned out everyone but the pilot and flight attendant.

ooc: character used with permission

a sudden sound like a large bird flapped acroos the side of the bicopter

The words in the book epona was reading began to fade and then reassemble before her eyes.
"you have something of mine" the words read before reforming again to read
"I want it back"

Epona slammed the book shut and looked up.
There was a presence as clear as day standing before her dressed in robes of which the materials of origin were incomprehensible.
The cloaked figure raised a covered arm as if to point at something in eponas breast pocket-the medallion she had been given by the crazy old woman back at the hou......HOw did this cloaked figure know about it?

The figure nodded in acknowledgement to the question epona asked in her head and then-as if it was just a dream,the figure was gone and the major's voice came on over the radio:
"alright! we're in range! everyone wake up! its time to fly-mwahah!"

Epona stood and prepared to jump from the copter. She checked her cute to make sure everything was alright and looked at the others.

"see you on the ground"

(OOC: Sorry for my lack of posting)

IC: Bunny had been sleeping for most of the time up until the irish woman jumped from the helocoptor. "Where's she going?" Down dumbass! "I thought you stopped that! Bad boobies!" She unbuckled her seat belt and jumped up and down on the seat.

"Oh yay, showtime. Thrilling stuff indeed."

<Standing up and stretching, Nick walked over to the open hatch and squinted down, the harsh wind snapping at his face. Or maybe it was a high-flying pigeon. Difficult to tell, really. He slid his parachite pack on over his shoulders, then started fiddlig around with it.>

"Ahhh...ooh...itchy back...damn label!"

<Nick frantically scratched away over his shoulder, not really paying attention to what he was doing. So it took him about five seconds to realise he'd scratched something and set it alight. Hearign a faint sizzling sound, he glanced over his shoulder...and saw a shred of blue touch paper burning away into one of his many pockets. He was confused for a brief moment, then reality dawned...>

"Aww, nuts - "

<Right on cue, a full packet of high-quality Chinese fireworks exploded in his arse-pocket, sending Nick flying into the sky, emitting red and yellow sparks from his buttocks all the way, whilst he cursed the air blue...>

Epona looked up to see fireworks and sighed. She pulled the rip cord and let the chute open while watching the flying stuntman shoot off colored sparks as he fell.

"sometime he'll have to make sure he pockets are empty before trying a drop" She laughed and looked down to see the drop point below. The ground was deserted except for a distinct spot of crimson. Epona felt the breath catch in her throat and felt for the medallion in her pocket.

ooc: no prob, we were just wondering where everyone had gotten off to. :)

IC: Bunny put on her parachute, but was a bit delayed in her jumping. She turned to Major Walleyes, "Are you sure this is safe?? Because I'm...umm...like....really scared of heights....and this wasn't in the brochure....and I'm wearing a dress...and It's gonna go up more that Marilyn Monroe's and then like what if it like blinds me and then I don't like pull the chord???" Her knees were shaking and her teeth were chattering. "And and what type of ground are we landing on....like 'cause I'm still wearing my stilletos?" The thought of breaking her stilletos was a very painful one for Bunny.

Epona touched down and rolled as she had been taught years before. She took off the chute and waited for the others to land.

"wonder how the little lady will handle the drop" she muttered and she watched the still flaming man drop without opening his chute.

Epona reached inot her left breast pocket and took out the medalion and looked it over.

<Nick was handling the situation in the calm manner expected of a true professional.>

"WWWAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHOLY SH*T!"

<Tumbling madly through the air like a deranged fruitbat, he briefly caught a glimpse of the landing zone, which seemed to be only a few hundred metres down and approaching fast. He tugged the cord, once, twice, three times before the parachute obliged to open, when it was closer to the ground than he was, thus causing the strong fabric to balloon up around him, obscuring his vision and cutting off his manic screaming. He flipped and tumbled inside the material, before rolling out of it, noting that he was ten, maybe fifteen metres from solid ground and a broken neck...then he abruptly halted, feet still several metres off the ground, not going anywhere. He looked up and saw the reason; his parachute had gotten caught amidst many tangled tree branches, and was still attached to him. Sighing, Nick pressed at the release button for the pack. Nothing happened. He pressed again - no better. He struggled around with it like an errant ferret, before finally conceding defeat and slumping his shoulders visibly.>

"Ummm...little help here?"

time seemed to slow to a screaching halt.
the hangar of the bicopter stopped flowing in wind as major walleye was putting a boot to bunny's cherry covered rear end to push her out -the wind stopped flapping up to reveal her gorgously round derier as the skirt she was wearing was stopped in motion from flapping any further up.
Nick stood frozen in a mid shrug as his request for help was left unanswered
Epona stared like a statue as the red spot she had seen in the distance blurred into nothingness and then dissapeared.

Then time seemd to be back to normal pace again-bunny was still bent over standing in front of nick and epona-her chute was still packed and it was a complete awe to them all how she had appeared out of nowhere. the branch of the tree nick had emerged form without even falling was gone. in its place was a large chunk splintered form the tree as if something had actually reached up and cut the branch to help him.

in the far distance-the cloaked figure watched the three venture to the access door they were to reach.